#And does sick ass jumps and slides

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“I’m just gonna doodle a bit, see where it ends up-“

FUCKING ROACH. AGAIN. I CANNOT GET THIS STUPID BUG OFF MY SCREEN :(

[lady-lauren]

❥ SATORU GOJO X SUGURU GETO X NANAMI KENTO X TOJI FUSHIGURO X FEM!READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 4.7k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: fivesome gangbang, some (okay, um, a lot) of m/m action, ass play, ass fucking, vaginal fucking, double penetration, throat fucking, hair pulling, snowballing (cum + mouth + spitting in another mouth), creampie, excessive cum in all your holes, cum swallowing, spitting (it's Toji, he spits on someone's cock, don't ask questions), praise, use of "good girl", some degradation, they're all nasty fuckers, Toji does show up eventually I promise he's just ~late~

~Happy Halloween~ let's go out with a bang

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This is not what you signed up for.

Satoru opens your thighs in his lap, long fingers spreading your pussy wide. A smirk kisses the back of your throat as you shiver, flushing so unbearably hot as Suguru’s dark gaze smolders at the sight of your drooling cunt. 

Suguru’s mouth fastens over your pussy and you arch in Satoru’s hold, whining with every wicked flick and suck of his warm tongue. Your arms tangle back around Satoru’s neck, nails scratching down his skin, knotting in snowy hair already melting with sweat. 

“Be a good boy and make her cum, Sugu. I want our girl nice and loose when we fuck her.”

This isn’t—you never imagined this is where you’d end up, in Satoru Gojo’s bed, an electric hum from the frat party below thumping through the walls, pounding the floor. 

When you signed the form to have an upperclassman mentor, you pictured a few lackluster coffee meetups and texts about class schedules. Something more…casual, cursory, trivial. 

Only Satoru Gojo is none of the above.

Day one he sunk his fingers into you, charming and carefree, with a pride only the most popular name on campus can muster. The whole year has been a blur of gentle loopings of his string around you until you trusted him. And you do, especially as his strong fingers press into your rib cage to keep you from squirming away from Suguru’s mouth.

Every walk to class with his arm around your shoulder, every late night text with just a little too much innuendo, every party with his fingers toying just a little close to the edge of your skirt. It’s all been building to this. 

“Told ya I had the best end of year present~,” Satoru sing-songs in your ear. 

Neon lights pulsate purple, long black hair catching and reflecting every strobe as Suguru leans in deeper, muscular shoulders rolling as he presses his nose to your clit. He groans in some sick mixture of pleasure and annoyance at Satoru.

“Whose name is she going to scream out? Yours or mine?” The man between your legs is toying with fire.

“Or mine?” 

Your heart kickstarts in your chest at the new voice ringing in your ears, baritone and slicing through the heady room. 

“Ah, Nanami! Didn’t expect you to respond to the group text.” 

Satoru’s voice is still so playful, like he doesn’t have you open and vulnerable and trembling in his lap. You cling on to him tighter, jumping and gasping as Suguru slides his tongue over your swollen clit. 

“Well,” Nanami looks directly at you, through you, shutting the door behind him, “this year your little pet is especially pretty.”

Being Satoru’s fledgling meant Suguru was always around—you know him, feel only the normal amount of embarrassment as he pushes his tongue into your cunt—but Nanami? He’s barely acknowledged your presence until now.

Nanami shrugs his button-down shirt over his arms, stalking the few paces to where you’re being held open and eaten. He reaches down and digs his strong fingers into Suguru’s hair, holding his slick mouth against your cunt. 

“Ride his face and make a mess of him.” 

Your hips roll before you can even think to stop them, lashes fluttering as you listen and start to grind against Suguru’s face. You can feel his smirk as his arms slip between your thighs and Satoru’s, jerking until you’re sliding farther down damp sheets. 

Suguru locks his arms around your legs, blunt fingernails digging into your thighs. He sucks on your clit until you’re whining and cooing, all the while being shoved deeper into your pussy by the consistent tug from Nanami.

“Atta girl, you like his mouth, yeah?” Satoru pats your cheek. 

“Ah, y-yeah, f-feels so good, fuck.” 

His hot tongue dips deeper in your folds, tip prodding your fluttering hole. He slips in for just a moment, grinning as he teases and pulls back out to smooth the wide flat of his tongue against your clit again.

“Oh Sugu, fuck, please, oh god, in me, put your t-tongue back in me.”

“Are you gonna deny our girl? She’s practically shaking.” 

Satoru lets your head fall to the mattress between his thighs, fisting his cock just above your eye line. The pump of his hand is lewd, already wet from the pre leaking down his slit from watching Suguru eat you out.

Nanami takes one of your tits in hand, fingers mean against your nipple like they are in Suguru’s hair. He rolls the bud between thumb and forefinger, making you gasp and arch into his palm.

“Sensitive,” he grunts. “Did that make her wet, Geto?”

“Oh fuccckk, I…” 

“That’s right, be a good girl.” Suguru’s voice vibrates down your pussy and you’d scream if it weren’t for Nanami’s fingers slipping between your parted lips. He teases them around your tongue, dragging them out so he can use your spit to swirl around your puffy nipple. 

“Oh fuck, oh god, like that, ‘s good,” you writhe on the bed, your legs squeezing around Suguru’s cheeks.

Your eyes blink open and your vision is filled with Satoru’s long cock, pretty and angry and throbbing in the color-changing lights. 

Your body trembles as you come undone, tongue lolling from your mouth like you’re dying to taste Satoru. It’s a fast, painful kind of pleasure, like Suguru sucked it from your core only to swallow it for himself.  

He watches the aftershocks of pleasure racing across your skin like a cat not yet done with his meal, your legs still shivering as you pant and try to catch your breath.

Suguru sits to his knees, shaking Nanami’s hold away with a slight sneer. He’s tempted to wipe his messy mouth with the back of his hand, but thinks better of it when he catches Satoru’s hungry gaze. He leans forward, pressing a hot, open mouthed kiss onto Toru’s lips, letting him taste you. They both groan, Satoru pulling away only to trace his tongue around Suguru’s lips, licking at his ruined cheeks.

“Stop doing that before I get jealous,” you pur from below them, tugging at the long hair that brushes Suguru’s back so he will bring his lips to yours.

“Jealous?” he mumbles into your mouth, “I just had your pussy in my mouth and you already miss me?”

You grasp his messy jaw in your hand, fingers mean, bruising. It’s rougher than he expects.

“Toru said this is my present.”

“Sure is, sweetheart,” your head jerks to where Nanami stands next to the bed, fisting his naked cock, “now let’s get something else inside you, hm?” 

“You know the rules. I get her pussy first.” 

Bodies reposition like this is a dance with familiar steps. Satoru settles below you, smearing his cock through your sloppy folds and grinning when you tremble from how sensitive your clit is already.

“God you’re fucking soaked. Good job, Sugu.”

All three pairs of eyes are too excited to watch as you sink down on Satoru’s cock, pussy lips bulging at the stretch of him. You suck in his dick inch by inch, time turned to slush, head thrown back and lips parting. 

Suguru’s hands are eager, gripping your hips from behind so he can slam you down onto his best friend’s cock.

“Fuck that’s so good, fuck, Toru!” 

Nanami’s hand is suffocating his cock, standing still, patient, watching you get used to the bounce of Satoru’s hips.

Suguru runs his nose up the back of your neck, groaning as he paws at your tits, tweaking both nipples until you hiss. He flicks a nipple quickly with his middle finger, smarting your skin. Then he licks a hot stripe up your throat, the length of his hair falling over your shoulder.

Your head lulls back against his chest, “I th-thought you’d be nice to me, Sugu.” 

“I am the nice one, princess. Just wait.”

You look absolutely stuffed, belly nearly bulging from Satoru’s thick, intrusive cock making a home inside you. 

Nanami brushes his fingers over your face, cupping your cheek to cull your attention away from Suguru.

“So pretty. You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”

Grabbing his wrist, you move his strong hand on your face closer to your mouth, wet lips closing around his thumb. You suck hard, mischief gleaming in your eyes as you watch his normally stoic mouth open at the feeling. You repeat the action, licking at the digits and moving his fingers in and out of your mouth. You release his fingers when Satoru pushes his cockhead into a particularly soft spot of your walls, making you gasp.

“I’m a very good girl.”

“Oh yeah?” You hear Satoru’s unmistakable, demeaning laugh from below. “Put his cock in your mouth, suck him ‘til he cums.” 

Suguru’s hand splays across your spine and pushes you down, smashing your body to Satoru’s and lining your face with Nanami’s cock. The new angle of Toru’s dick in your guts makes you mewl, hips rolling and begging. 

You shift your weight, balancing one hand on the bed so the other can wrap around Nanami’s cock, silken and hot and pounding in your little palm. Satoru has the perfect view below as you spit onto the cock in your hand, tracing your tongue along the vein lines. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna be messy, aren’t ya?” Icey eyes shine before winking up at you, one of Satoru’s hands wiping away a stray drop of spit on his forehead. 

“Don’t pay attention to him,” Nanami grunts and shoves his fingers into your hair, making you look up the muscular planes of his body to his face, “focus on me.”

You obey, lips sucking at his swollen head before taking the rest of him slowly. Nanami groans as he watches you, ass in the air, cock in your cunt, pretty eyes not leaving his as you slide him to the back of your throat and swallow.

Suguru smears lube onto your ass as you get to work, grinding down into Satoru and sucking Nanami. He thumbs your tight, puckered hole and you moan low and deep around the cock in your mouth. The vibrations tingle down Nanami’s spine and make him jerk your hair, shoving you into the blonde curls at the base of his cock until you gag around his length. 

Satoru swirls his thumb against your clit to make your brain think about him again, about the way he’s thrumming into your hole, stretching you so wide you barely notice when Suguru’s thumb dips into your ass. 

There’s nothing you can do but let them work your body, every part of you pulsing and throbbing with this hot, wormy need to be filled and fucked. 

“Fuck her cunt’s so tight, gonna b-bust,” Satoru moves quicker, making you break the rhythm you’ve built sucking cock. You pull back to breathe, tongue flattening on the underside of Nanami’s dick. 

“So early, Toru,” Suguru tuts, “I’m not even in her ass yet.” Two fingers now scissor into your tight hole as lube drips down to where Satoru’s balls are slapping into your ass cheeks.

Nanami keeps you distracted, roughly shoving his cock back between your lips once you have enough breath in your lungs. You bob your head, keeping him moist and slick between hollowing cheeks. His impressive thickness has saliva dripping down your cheeks and falling into Satoru’s hair.

Suddenly, your clit is pinched between Satoru’s cruel fingers, with no pleasurable intent beyond his own. You scream and the opening has Nanami pushing his cock halfway down your throat. 

“Oh that’s it baby, get tight, milk me, fucking god.” 

“Satoru,” Suguru bites in annoyance, “fucking hold it in until—”

“I can’t, been dreaming of fucking this little cunt. Can’t wait, fucking can’t, she’s too soft and wet and—” 

You’re not sure who cums first, you from the blistering force of Toru’s thumb on your clit, or him from the way your pussy convulses and sucks around his shaft. Not that it matters, you’re both whining. 

Your tongue goes slack against Nanami’s cock as you feel the thump thump of ropes of cum unloading into your hole. Bliss makes you numb, makes you dumb, easier for Nanami to control and for Suguru to play with. 

“Don’t swallow.” Nanami’s groan is the only warning you get. His powerful hips go still, cock pumping, before a grunt precedes the salty burst of his release coating your tongue. 

Of course you listen to him. There’s barely any will left you beyond to fuck and be fucked. 

Only you’re not prepared for Nanami slipping his cock from your mouth and tilting your chin up, making you stare into the rapacity of hazel eyes. 

“Now give it to Satoru.”

Your heart knocks in your chest, heat fissuring down your spine as if you’re worried about getting in trouble. You stare at Nanami with wide eyes, having to forcibly stop yourself from swallowing in shock.

Satoru gives you a lopsided, fucked out grin as you look down to face him, his hand reaching up to brush hair from your face. He kisses you before you overthink it, forcing his tongue into your mouth until spit and cum spill from the edges of your lips. 

You’ve thought about kissing him before. Too many times, really, and never once did you picture it sloppy and tangy with Kento Nanami’s cum swishing from your mouth to Satoru’s. He groans at the taste and you moan as he shifts his hips below you, cock still hard and raging. 

“Well isn’t this just disgusting.”

That voice is new. Taunting. 

You look at the cracked door, your swollen, cum stain lips parting at who fills the gap.

“Fushiguro,” Suguru clicks his tongue against his teeth, “you’re late.”

“Surprised I’m still invited since I broke the last one.”

Toji Fushiguro is nearly a myth, a revenant that you’ve only seen shadows of in the dark corners of parties. Yet here he is, arms crossed across his shirtless chest, a dark gray spot already leaking through his sweats at the sight of you sandwiched between three sweaty men. 

“Are you just gonna stand there and stare?” you ask, unsure where your audacity came from.

The smirk he gives you is sinister, the door slamming as he fists his cock through his pants, “Make room for me.”

Nanami pulls you up and off Satoru’s cock. He keeps your wobbly legs steady as bodies move around you, one of his big hands smoothing down your back as if to reassure you. Not that you need it, the headspace of sex is still engulfing you, like a haze all around the room. 

“I want her ass.” Toji’s knees sink into the mattress. 

“She’s prepped,” Nanami grins, hand reaching down, pawing at your ass, before he slides one of his big fingers into your asshole. You groan at the stretch, a filling pleasure shooting down to your toes. 

Toji snatches you in his arms, his strength allowing him to tug you around like a little rag doll. His mouth seals over yours with a primal groan, settling you into his lap so his cock can twitch against the softness of your belly. You moan and let him have you, calloused hands groping your sore tits.

“Taste good,” he licks against your lips, “pretty little thing, aren’t ya? Toru outdid himself this time.” 

He grabs your hand in his, forcing your fingers to wrap around the width of his cock. He helps you pump the shaft, thick neck tilting back when your thumb presses right under his mushroom head and you squeeze along his veins. 

“Suppose you need another one of these in your pussy too, hm?” 

The thought of being completely filled makes you leak, slick sticking to your thighs. 

Your eyes flicker over your shoulder. Three men are waiting, naked, ready to fill whichever hole you want. 

You reach first for Suguru. 

“Oh, oh, don’t tell me he’s your favorite?” Toji’s laugh rumbles your whole body in his hold. 

“No, I-I mean…” you flush hot.

“He’s just trying to rile you up, baby,” Satoru’s white lashes sweep to where his cum is starting to drip from your hole, “besides, I want your mouth next. I have…payback, in mind.” His gaze cuts to Nanami. 

Five bodies tango around each other far too easily. 

Suguru slips beneath you, Satoru stands before you, while Nanami and Toji make the bed groan and creak under the weight of their knees.

There’s no pause once Toji’s hands latch on to your hips, his fat fingers mean and greedy as he pops the head of his cock into your asshole. You hiss at the full feeling, only for the sound to bleed into a whine as Suguru nudges his cock into your puffy folds, pressing until he breaches the first ring of slicked muscle. 

Your head falls to Suguru’s chest as they both begin to push. 

The spread is delicious and excruciating all at once, so much pressure in your holes as Toji ruthlessly starts thrusting. He’s working his way in, grunting, worming his cock until you’re halfway down his thick shaft. 

“Ahhh, oh, oh, ‘s so much!”

“Shhh, shhhh, it’s okay, pretty baby.” Satoru pets your head as your nails rake down Suguru’s arms. 

“Toru—can’t fuck, too full, oh god, god, god, fuckkkk.”

Suguru notches his cock just a little deeper in your pussy, making you weep. 

“Yeah you can, sweetheart,” Nanami’s talking to you but looking at where you’re being split apart, lip sucking between his teeth. “You can take more. Promise.”

Not that you have a choice. Toji grunts as he thrusts once, twice, finally forcing his way in deep and smacking his hips until he’s flush with the jiggle of your ass. You scream and you’re sure any music playing in the house can’t drown out the sound. 

“Hurry up, Sugu. Or I’ll start fucking her without you.” Toji kneads his knuckles into the fat of your ass, tsking. 

You do it for him. You press down, down, down until you’re sucking Suguru’s raw cock all the way in so you can feel full. 

Your walls feel thin, like you can feel the outline of both dicks as they start to move together. Slow, at first, since you whine and coo and reach up and grab Satoru’s thighs like you’re afraid you’re going to topple over from their power. Then the pace really starts, a cacophony of skin on skin and grunts that have your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

Your guts are a mess as you finally pick your head up and look at Satoru, tears and mascara streaming down your face as your silly brain tries to make sense of the all-encompassing ecstasy of being so full and used. 

“God damn you’re perfect, aren’t ya?” Satoru weaves his fingers in your hair, soft and sweet, guiding your mouth to his cock. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, hiccuping every time the cocks inside you slam up and in sync. 

Satoru smears his cock over your awaiting tongue, popping the head into the softness of your cheek before pulling out and rubbing the leaking slit over your tastebuds. 

“Mhmmm gonna keep you as a little pet, okay? I’ll let you have any dick you want, whenever you want it. Sound good?” 

You nod, finally feeling stable enough to reach back and wiggle your fingers for Nanami. 

Nanami slots his cock into your palm, groaning as your fingers fasten around him and begin to pump along his length.

“Need some help with that?” Toji’s scarred lip pulls into a smirk before a suck, swish sounds in his mouth. He spits over Nanami’s cock, the wet glob sinking between your fingers as you tug and pull his heated shaft.

“Nasty fucker.” You hear Nanami mumble under his breath.

“Oh yeah?” Suguru snaps out his pussydrunk haze beneath you, one of his hands leaving your thigh so he can curl his fingers over yours on Nanami’s cock and help jerk him off. “Toru can still taste your cum in the back of his mouth.”

Satoru gives you a wink and one last chance to breathe before he pushes his cock between your lips. You moan around him, finally, completely, entirely fucking full. 

Every hole is stretched, your body aches, pleasure bubbling under every inch of your overheated skin like you’ll erupt at any moment. 

You barely know who you are, can barely think beyond the carnal craving of being full and filled and used. Your hips roll back to match the sinful pace set by Suguru and Toji, your head and hand move in rhythm together as you work for Satoru and Nanami.

Toji fists one hand in your hair, pulling you back and bouncing you against their cocks. Your eyes snap up as Satoru follows the shift of your body, settling his knees over Suguru’s face so he can keep fucking into your hot mouth. You hear Suguru groan as the thick threads of his hair get tangled beneath Satoru’s weight—though it doesn’t sound like he minds it.

“What a fuckin’ slut,” Toji sneers and latches his other hand around your neck from behind. “Push deeper, Toru, wanna feel your cock in her throat.” 

Satoru cants his hips forward and you open your mouth the best you can, still gagging as the length of him pounds into the back of your throat. Squeezing his thick fingers around the sides of your neck, Toji pets his thumb down the center column of your throat. He can see and feel the dick inside your neck. 

Drool soaks your cheeks, bubbling around the tight suck of your lips. You hollow your cheeks and press your tongue to the veiny underside of Toru’s cock and let him use you.

Suguru’s cursing, cock plunging into the wet squish of your pussy with every groan. He squeezes his fingers over yours around Nanami’s cock, both of you moaning at the increase of pressure. Then he dips his hand lower, fingers sinking around heavy balls as you twist your wrist and tug, thumbing the Nanami’s sensitive ridge.

“Shit fuck, fuck you both.” Nanami grumbles, knees faltering until he has to brace himself on one arm on the mattress.

“Kento,” Toji grits his teeth, panting now from how hard he’s thrusting into your abused, tight hole, “cum on her ass. Gonna, ah, need more lube.”

Nanami swats your hand away, moving out of your eyesight to kneel behind you. You hear the deep baritone of his groan before you feel his hot cum pool and drip down your ass. 

“That’s it, yeah.” Toji’s fingers smear in the mess Nanami made, coating the base and middle length of his cock with cum as he pulls out, only to push the gooey mess back into your hole. 

Nanami collapses on his back, lungs expanding as he watches your breasts bounce from below.

“Ah, ah, god, ah,” you don’t know how long you’ve been babbling around Toru’s cock for—probably this whole time, a garbled, drooling mess of lewd sounds. 

“Fuck, keep, ah, shit, keep fucking her just like that, her throat’s gettin’ tight.” 

Suguru takes the initiative to swipe his thumb over your sensitive clit. Your nerves buzz instantly, making your cunt convulse and suck. You’re close, so overstimulated you’re not sure if any of your senses actually work anymore. Your vision is blurred, your hearing just a thump of music and skin and groans, your fingers numb as you grip both hands into Satoru’s thighs, and all you can taste and smell is his salty cock twitching on your tongue and thumping into your hot mouth. 

Your sanity is only held together by the push and pull of the cocks inside you. You can feel how both Suguru and Toji’s cockheads bully past one another, curving and dipping just perfectly into spongey, soft spots you didn’t know existed in your body. Your gummy walls are swelling, straining around the double penetration.

“Fuuckkk, make her cum, Sugu. I bet this little ass will get so god damn tight and strangle my fucking cock. Fuckin’ do it.”

The way you try to say please around Satoru’s dick in your mouth makes him laugh, a little maniacal sound that makes you burn with need. You jolt your hips forward as much as you can, pressing into the thumb that starts flicking like lightning across your clit. 

“Shit, she’s already m-making a mess,” Suguru lets out a groan that rumbles your body, sinks into your bones and makes you tremble. Slick is so wet and hot between your legs, making both your holes sloppy as cocks search for bliss inside your tight suction. 

Satoru suddenly cums down your throat and you’re suffocating, spurting and gagging as he forces you to swallow a few spurts before he jerks his cock from your lips. He fists himself until pearly strings shoot across Nanami’s chest. 

“Filthy,” Nanami drags his finger through the cum on his skin, gathering enough to flick toward your tits, “all of you.”

You’re gasping like you’ve been beached, falling down onto Suguru and burying your face in his shoulder.

Finally you reach the peak, the point of no return, your whole body spasming as you cum. 

You scream and bite into skin, every single nerve ending in your body exploding and firing with ecstasy and intensity. It hurts, your cunt clenching and pulling and sucking around two throbbing cocks. Your body squeezes them together, walls stretched so thin that you can feel their veins pumping like heartbeats searing your insides. You’re so stuffed, plugged, fuller than you fear you ever will be again.

The choked sounds from Suguru and Toji are divine, four hands gripping and bruising your body to keep you still so they can fill your holes until cum bursts from your seams. 

Suguru’s hand cups the back of your head, both to soothe and pry your canines from his flesh. 

“Atta girl, atta girl, so good, you’re okay.”

“More than okay,” Toji wolf-whistles, smacking his hand across your ass to hear you yelp, “your little body is fuckin’ spectacular.”

He takes his time sliding out of your ass, more for him than you, you’re sure, so he can savor the last drags of your swollen walls around his shaft.

The empty feeling of your open ass makes you whine, but still you lift your head, sitting back on your heels, moaning as you shift on Sugu’s cock. You watch Toji step back into his gray sweats, grinning as he snaps the elastic band low on his toned stomach. 

“Well, well, guess this one didn’t get broken.” He slaps Satoru’s shoulder as he throws open the bedroom door and leaves with, “She might even be up for round two.”

Satoru rolls his eyes, slinking deeper into the desk chair he’s occupying, spent cock resting between his thighs. 

“You okay?” Two voices say in unison, Nanami and Satoru. Suguru has his arm across his eyes, dark hair like ink spilling over the sheets.

“Mhhhmm,” you nod, the afterglow rolling over your skin as you manage to pull yourself off the last remaining cock plugging your body. You collapse next to Nanami, face down in pillows that have been shoved to the back of the bed. 

The group of them start talking, but your ears are ringing, thumping with your blood and the still raging music below the floorboards. 

“Baby.” Satoru runs his fingers down your back, shaking your ass to get your attention. You groan as you feel cum spill from both holes from the movement. 

“You should treat your playthings better, Gojo.” Nanami pats your head and out of the corner of your eye you see him almost smile. 

“Oh yeah? You think you can do a better job? She loves me, don’t you baby?” 

You nod your heavy head, one of your feet kicking up playfully.

“Give her to me for a week and we’ll see if she comes crawling back to you.”

“You can have her anytime she wants,” you hear Suguru grunt from what sounds like a hefty pat on his chest from Satoru, “any of you. She’ll be our pet.”

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task force 141 headcanons because I have free will

soap wears nothing but adidas slides when he's on leave. he's sick and tired of getting blisters from his military boots that he refuses to wear any other shoe when he's back in scotland

ghost's favorite season is spring. he loves hearing birds chirping and singing (would never admit this out loud) and enjoys hiking when the weather is just right.

gaz will cook a mean roast and is a snob about what herbs and spices go with what meat and vegetables. (this goes for soap as well bc i headcanon he was raised on a farm)

price is so fucking tired all the time but hides it really well. he'll fall asleep standing up in a heli without a problem

speaking of price, he's a loud ass cougher and sneezer and the rest of the force mimic and tease him about it

ghost has every member of the force's phone number. Price is saved in his contacts as 'Captain Price'. Gaz is 'Kyle Garrick'. Soap is just /insert scottish phone number/ and he refuses to change it just to piss off Johnny

to continue that adidas slides thought for soap, i like to think he's dripped out in any sportswear brand. DEFINITELY has a Napapijri jacket and at least three nike puffer jackets. every item of clothing for the gym is either nike or under armour and every running shoe he has is by asics

Gaz has five colognes he rotates. Soap has three (used to have four but lost one??? where the fuck is it?). Price has one that he's been rebuying for the past fifteen years. Ghost also has one (stole the best-smelling one from Johnny)

Gaz really likes board games while Ghost enjoys card games

Price knows some russian and soap is learning spanish

Ghost grew up with nothing and is now insatiable. doesn't spend that much on decorating his apartment or clothes but he sees a weighted or heated blanket on amazon with raving reviews? doesn't even check the price; it's in his cart. A new mattress made out of memory foam for his shitty back? added to cart. He sees a commercial for a 70-inch flat-screen tv? he needs it to watch soccer in 16k 240fps and 480p re-run episodes from youtube of 'how it's made' when johnny visits him.

price types with one finger (sorry to this man)

ghost rarely types out a response to a text. or if he does respond, it's just a thumbs-up emoji

soap gets down NASTY to 2000's and 2010's music. Like girl this man is breaking his neck and back and ankles on the dancefloor after three-four drinks and nobody can stop him

continuing for soap, he once got wasted and borrowed a cigarette from someone at a club and turned into a hired assassin for the night. the guy who gave him the cigarette got jumped and soap dislocated the attacker's jaw with one punch

gaz has every allergy under the sun while ghost gets the flu every five years or so

ghost has a sharp left canine and johnny nearly flatlines when he sees it

price has freckles on his biceps and shoulders

ghost notices soap is always chewing gum. they make stops during missions so the sergeant can buy (more like swipe) a pack. always the same brand, always the same flavor, and he always offers a piece to ghost. for his birthday, ghost gifts him two mega packs (that's like 400 pieces?) of his preferred gum and soap's heart swells in his chest

these are all over the place but i'm writing a ghoap fic and my motivation is dwindling so i just had to write this :')

if anyone wants a part 2 let me know bc this was a lot of fun to write!

[starboye]

starring: ghostface!drew starkey x male reader

request: ghostface/drew starkey x bubble butt fem boy twink: he calls you and he does the iconic ghostface quote but he notices you’re wearing some really tight boxers and knee high socks so he breaks in you do the chase thing, you tried crawling through the doggy door but you get stuck and he rips open your boxes and eats your ass and then fucks you like a slut, then he helps you get out and fucks you all around your house( you wake up to note saying he’ll be back and stuff like that

warnings: smut, cursing, mention of blood, knife, ass eating, dub-con to consensual, breeding kink, stomach bulge, daddy kink, slight degradation, yandere action from drew, threats, stalking

it was supposed to be a normal night, with you finally all alone in your house in some nice underwear and cute socks chilling the night away with movies and snacks, that was until you got a call from some unknown number and picked up the phone "hello" you cheerily answered but the only thing you could hear from the other side was heavy breaths.

you hung up the phone after the person didn't answer and was about to go back too enjoying your movie till you got another call from the same number, this time answering it with a little more aggression "look here i don't know if this is some sick prank but stop calling" you angrily say before hanging up, but the number calls back again.

you were going to ignore it but the rings were driving you insane so you picked up the phone and just when you were about to scream at the person they spoke "what's your favorite horror movie" the man asks in a friendly but eery tone "what" you asked confused by his random question.

"what is your favorite horror film" he asks again, this time in a more flirtatious tone "and why do you wanna know" you inquire now slightly twirling the cord of the telephone around your finger "i dunno just curious i guess" he says and you fail to notice him outside your kitchen window, lightly running his blade over the glass.

"well i guess mine is scream" you chuckle "wow really that's so cliche" the man says and you could hear the smirk on his face "hey don't judge me" you say "i won't i just didn't expect that from someone as flattering as yourself y/n" he laughs making you freeze in your place "h-how do you know my name" you nervously ask looking around your house frantically.

"oh i know everything about you y/n l/n, from where you work, what you do, and even where you live" he eerily says before hanging up the call and banging on your door feircely "come on y/n let me innn" the man yells in a creepy sing songy voice making you panic even more, and fear sets in as he finally breaks the door down.

it creaking open to a man in a ghostface mask with a knife in hand "come to daddy" the man taunts starting a chase around the house, you trying to dodge him by jumping around through the kitchen and living room, smashing a vase across his face in hopes of slowing him down till you saw an exit, the doggy door.

you hurriedly rush towards the doggy door and slide through at first but you lower half gets stuck behind the door as the man recovers and sees you, all stuck with no way out from his coming attack "well what happend here" he teases running the cold metal across the thigh of your leg making you shiver with fear "don't worry prince i'm not gonna hurt you i'm gonna make you feel so good" the man smiles.

"who the fuck are you" you ask "ghostface but you can call me drew" he says taking off the mask to reveal his very attractive face "well mr.drew could you help me i'm really stuck" you say swaying your ass back and forth to lure him in, his hands planting on your ass and you could feel his breath graze your covered ass and just then you kicked his face with your leg.

"son of a bitch" he curses loudly wincing at the pain now in his lip,you try to wiggle out and you almost manage it but drew roughly pulls you back getting you stuck again in the small door way "and just when i was thinking of maybe letting you go too" he says ripping your underwear off leaving your ass out for him and he wastes no time and dives into your ass, licking and lapping at your hole.

his hands kneading your ass like dough and his teeth nipping at the skin of your smooth ass, you whimper out as you struggle to stay focused on how to get out of this situation "shit you taste so fucking good" drew huffs lifting from his assault on your ass before pulling you back into the house making you yelp out, he turns you over on your back and forces you to look at him.

"listen here, i'm gonna fuck you now and if you try to run ima tie you up instead m'kay" he asks, the knife blade at your neck drawing some blood "yes sir" you say scared shitless at this point, he picks you up and sets you on the table, letting his hard on fall out and slap your hole, you whimper at just the feel and sight of the scary man spitting into his hand to lube you both up.

he slides in with some resistance from you but once his hips begin thrusting into you, you become a moaning mess on his cock as the thrust of him jolt your backward on the table but he holds you close by gripping your hips, seeing you very uncomfortable on the table he moves you to the living room floor.

laying you down and resuming his assault on your tight hole, covering your mouth as to not alert the neighbors of this "fuckkk you feel so good, don't i fell so big in you baby" drew asks looking at you with lust fueled eyes, his hips snapping into your ass making it nearly impossible to answer the question with anything other than incoherent babbles.

"look at you already making a mess on daddys cock" drew smirks cockily seeing your messy hole create a cream ring around the base of his dick before you cum with a loud moan, your nails digging into his back leaving scratches through his clothes "such a good botch for me" drew mutters lifting you up onto the couch and fucking you on his cock as the tv plays none other than scream.

"look at that it's your favorite movie right" drew asks directing your clouded attention to the tv which you could barely understand from the dick that was currently stuffing you full "don't blink or you could miss the best part" drew says with a grin as your head rocked back and forth not even paying attention "you just want daddy to fill you up huh, full of all my cum right" he says nuzzling into your neck.

"fuc- yesss daddy i want your cum so... so bad please breed me" you breathlessly huff running your fingers through his hair and gripping them, creating a sting in the mans scalp but he liked it "yeah gonna have you walking around here dripping with all my jizz" drew groans as he feels his climax brewing in him.

"please please mr ghostface i want it so bad" you moan out gripping his hair tighter till he came in you, painting your walls white and spreading your walls even further till you got a little bulge in your stomach from the inflation of his thick cum, him groaning deeply in your ear as he fucks you on his dick, you could feel his cum swirl around in you.

but after that you remember dropping onto the couch unconscious, drew having had left in this ruined state, when you woke up the next morning you thought it was all a dream, till you felt the aching pain in your ass and felt the cum dripping out of you and found a note on the table next to the ghostface mask he wore "i'll be back tonight, leave the back door unlocked and wear something slutty for me" it said.

you knew it wasn't the best idea to fuck someone like him but with the way he had you dumb cock drunk in seconds last night you couldn't resist and went out and bought some nice lingerie for them man and waited ass up for the secret man to arrive, hearing the back door open and shut was all you needed to hear for the heat in you to start rising again.

taglist: @mailmango @spermeboy @ghostking4m @gayaristocrat @addictedtomalepits @staarb0y @crispysoup318 @its-ares @gargoylesworld09 @kadenvatsune

©starboye productions

[gallashagger]

dreaming

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liam wakes up from a certain kind of dream, which leads to a rather splendid morning.

short smut request • lowercase intended

i be eating those morning wood fics UPPPPP, so i HAD to jump at this request the second i saw it in my inbox

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@celestialgallaghers has an amazingggg fic similar to this, yall should check it out — here

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you awoke from the bright sun shining through the curtains and onto your face. you rubbed your eyes before turning your head to see your lover on his back, still sound asleep like you expected. liam rarely woke up before you, and he was never a morning person.

you took a moment to admire him as he slept. he looked so peaceful, his hair in every direction and his steady breathing. that was, until his brows furrowed slightly. he started to shift around in the sheets, and you considered waking him up, thinking he was having a bad dream.

but it was in fact a good dream. a really good dream.

you connected the dots when he hummed an almost inaudible moan and slightly bucked his hips. a smirk plastered on your face but you had no idea how to react, so you just watched. you watched his hips occasionally thrust gently, and you listened to the groans that erupted from his throat.

you sneakily lifted the sheets, seeing just how hard he was in his boxers. you stilled when his breathing sped up and his eyes opened. he shot up onto his elbows and immediately looked at you, before looking down at the tent in the sheets.

“i— you—” he stuttered, his gaze finding you again. “have a nice dream?” you grinned, your hand reaching out to touch his bare chest. “oh, fuck you.” he said before crashing his lips against yours. you giggled, melting into his touch, his hands roaming all over your body as he climbed atop of you.

his hands slid under your shirt and slid up to cup your breasts. you gasped into the kiss when he grinded against you, the friction making you moan. your hand reached down between you and firmly pressed against his length. your hand slid under the waistband of his boxers and you stroked him. he stilled and his head dropped to your shoulder as you tugged down the fabric.

his fingers hooked around your panties before sliding them off, and your hand around him guided his tip to your hole. he eased into you and when you both adjusted he started to move. his thrusts started off slow and deep. your hands in his hair and voice moaning his name only drew him closer to the edge, and his pace picked up.

you were already gone when liam repeatedly hit your g spot without even trying. you knew he was close when his breath turned ragged and his thrusts were sloppy. his fingers met your core and rubbed your clit until you came, him following shortly after.

he collapsed beside you and immediately brought you into his arms, his fingers lightly tracing your spine as you rested on his chest.

“i really have to go to work after this.” you said, almost asking. “nah, you’re calling in sick. i’m not done with you.” he smirked. his hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and tilted your head up to kiss him.

“you’re ridiculous.” you said once you pulled away, your lips still brushing against his. “yeah, you love it.” he grinned.

you really did.

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this is totally ass and it’s really short, but i wanted to post something since it’s been a minute.

is grinded even a word? is it ground? that doesn’t sound right but it does at the same time. random thoughts with me

[iminyourwallsbabe]

Arcane incorrect quotes once more, because y'all think I'm funny

Jinx: Sometimes I try to sync our dreams so I can terrorize you in different dimensions, one day I'll get you

Caitlyn: excuse me

Vi: Can I make out with you tomorrow

Caitlyn: Yes

Vi: Goated

Jayce's lawyer in season 1: On my soul the jury fw you they might let you off fr 🤣

Viktor: I know a guy who can get you sodium cyanide if you absolutely require it

Jayce: Literally I don't but thanks

Mel: Ugh, I'm sorry

Jayce: For what? You fine asf don't apologize, a bad bitch is never wrong

Maddie: Chill bro she's dating both of us, I'm your girlfriend in law

Jinx: I love being neglected as a child... so much time for research

Jayce: #LetsGetTheWorm

Ekko: What

Jayce: Early bird shit you wouldn't get it

Vi: I need relationship advice

Ekko: Break up

Vi: At least listen to me first

Viktor: It's Two Thangs I'ma Always Beat 💪🏻 Da ODDS & My MEAT🍆🤷🏻‍♂️

Vander: Why'd you get jumped?

Vi: Idk should I go ask them?

Jinx: Be so completely yourself that no one is attracted to you or wants to employ you

Mel, 15: I'm not interested in glory through combat anymore. I do not want to be apart of this shit

Mel, in her 30s: On the battlefield again

Caitlyn: What should the council pass this year?

Sevika: The blunt!!!

Viktor: Bought a meatloaf flavored vape from goodwill and now my arms won't bend

Sevika: Just got hired at CPS if y'all want your kids back cash app me

Mylo: Why are you as a man drinking lemonade

Ekko: Fuck it, I'm non-binary now this shit getting crazy

Jayce: Yeah I have ADHD (a damn huge dick)

Jinx: Dad what if I was a bug

Silco: You are a bug! You are my bug

Random citizen post season 2: Bro Jayce Talis just died. Y'all man stay inside fr. This not even funny. I cannot stress this enough to y'all. It's dudes dying that ain't never died before. Like I'm not even joking

Sky: Are you ever free? You seem like a busy person

Viktor: Is anyone ever truly free...

Sky: What the fuck does that mean

Vi: Fucking with a British bitch she said her knickers are dastardly wet

Ekko: Why the fuck are there people named Charles? You are ONE Charle

Caitlyn: STOP excluding the B from LGBT. I'm fucking sick of it. British people should be proud of who they are. Fuck you.

Mel: RIP MOM I KNOW YOU LOOKING UP AT ME RIGHT NOW 🕊️

Elora: Up???

Mel: Yeah she beat my ass a little too often

Jayce: Let me know when we're going to slide on the opponents

Sky: What if we kissed and all my teeth fell out into your mouth

Viktor: Pro tip: Never throw a party at your house

Jayce: Some dude opened our fridge and tried to steal bacon. Music died down and just hear someone say "aye this dude sliding bacon down his pants aye he stealing the bacon yoooooo"

Vi: I was in prison watching ESPN and this big swole ass dude said "we watching the Incredibles and anybody who got a problem can see me" Guess what I did? I sat my ass down and watched The Incredibles

Sevika: Single dads be like "she's such a daddy's girl" 🙄 what other choice she got

Mel: Best tips for removing individuals?

Ambessa: Kill em

Mel: Um I'm talking about lashes???????????????????

[wajjs]

fuck it. sharing parts of wips, we ball:

whump/sick Hal wip

In a daze he gets to the bathroom. It feels like five hours have passed. He's winded, breathing heavily through his nose, and he lets himself fall on the toilet seat because his knees are about to give out. A million and one things go through his mind at that moment. As he's looking at his hands gripping onto the sink, knuckles white, wrists shaking, he's got a scream stuck in the back of his throat where he’s keeping in all the coughs he's trying to swallow. He's. He's a hero, an active hero, a Green Lantern, he's stronger than anyone, he's unstoppable. He's survived death. He's survived the army. He's a god damned veteran.

And yet here he is, unable to catch his breath from walking to the bathroom. Unable to catch his breath in general. His throat—it closes around nothing and it's pure instinct what makes him open his mouth to try and inhale. That's a mistake, of course, because as soon as he does he's hacking out his lungs, coughing and coughing and coughing until that's all he is, all he can do and can be aware of. He can't—he can't breathe. He can't breathe. He can't he can't he can't—

guyhal amnesia/one night stand/omegaverse wip:

The dream's haunting him. There's no other way to describe what's happening to him. He's having the same dream, over and over, and it's haunting him. It doesn't even make sense. The things happening in the dream don't, the dream itself doesn't.

Guy crosses his arms over his chest, sliding his ass forward until it's almost dangling off the chair, and his legs are fully stretched out in front of him. He's taking up more space than he should or needs to, but he doesn't care too much about that. No one seems to care, really, as they clock in hour number two in the meeting about sectors, overreach of jurisdiction, rookies and...

Next to him, Jordan's left knee jumps up and down in a fast rhythm. His arms are crossed as well, and even with the mask firmly on Guy can tell he's bored out of his mind, too. Someone somewhere says something about fraternization among the members of the corps. Guy can't help it when he snorts. Hal's knee comes to a stop.

dishonorable mention: stuck in wall fic with Hal as protagonist

[oikasugayama]

Jouno x reader ... Listen... Ahem...

Pussy slapping.

- 🧁

(MDNI) OKAAAAAY OKAY OKAY so i had to do a little *ahem* research because i was thinking of something a little more intense and it was NOT clicking, but jouno cupping his hand just a bit and smacking quick not-too-hard-but-still-firm swats against his partner's pussy to 1. give her clit little shocks of stimulation and 2. mimick the feeling of his balls/hips hitting against her while he fucks her...... YEAH. yeah he's into that and his partner becomes into that and it's HAPPENING.

afab reader insert below the cut

he likes it because he can't see your pussy. he likes having his hands on it and his mouth on it so he can map it out in his mind. He likes how squishy it is when he smacks it--there's a cushiony feeling and his hand almost naturally springs back after he smacks it.

it starts a while after you've started having sex--he doesn't throw it on you right away, but it does kind of come up naturally. as you get more and more comfortable having sex together, he slowly gets more and more dom-y, more teasing with more vicious words, more edging, demanding more of your body which he insists is always for your pleasure.

he's not so sick or twisted that he'd want to torture you in bed--he tells you very firmly that if you say the word "stop" he will literally launch himself off the bed and stop touching you immediately. you've yet to utter that word, only occasionally having to tell him to slow down or give you a second to adjust.

the first time he slaps your pussy is when you cum on his cock despite him telling you that you better hold off, you better find a way to make it not happen because he doesnt want you to cum yet, but you can't do it, it hits you like a truck and you spasm around him, arching your back up and clawing at the skin on his shoulders where you hold him.

he groans and scowls and pulls out of you, sliding his hand down your body until it cups your pussy. you flinch, clenching and whining about the sensitivity

"not even an apology for disobeying me," he mumbles, swinging his hand back and landing a direct hit on your pussy, one of his fingers flicking your sensitive clit. you squeal and jump and moan, surprised at how good the sting feels. if it were a slap on the face it would be quite weak, hardly enough to turn your head-- if it were on the ass, it'd be pitiful. but on your pussy, it's perfect, just the right amount to sting your labia which leaves a tingling, tickling after-effect. and the shock to your clit is delectable.

"mm.. 'm not sorry." you say quietly, biting your lip and keeping your legs spread wide, wondering if you can get him to do that again.

Smack!

you moan again, rolling your head back against the pillows.

"you like that?" he asks, smacking again. "can't believe you're into getting your pussy slapped." Smack!

Smack!

"feels good," you admit, whining deep in your throat as you feel the potential for another orgasm start to build.

"oh yeah?" Smack! "Think you could cum from it?" Smack!

"I dunno..."

"then we're going to find out, aren't we?"

He talks to you through a few different phases-- first is the intermittent smacks with some teasing and clit rubbing. It's good, and obviously the clit rubbing could get you to cum, but you want more smacking. You want the tingle and the feel of his hand on you.

So he tries a few types of slaps-- some harder, some higher, some more directed, some with less purpose, some in quick succession.

finally you both find the sweet spot.

He slaps your pussy as if we were fucking you. He keeps time, keeps his smacks even and on target. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. You moan and squirm more, telling him it's good, he can keep going, it's good, it's really good.

You selfishly wish he could see the fucked out look on your face or the way you start squeezing and playing with your tits to give you some extra stimulation as you start edging closer and closer.

"'m not gonna be able to cum from this alone, I don't think," you admit after a while, when you're so close to a climax without being able to fit that final stretch to the peak. "can you eat me out?"

"oh, with pleasure," he says, rubbing a soothing hand over your red, throbbing pussy as a means to guide his face down to you. He licks up your slit, collecting so. much. wetness. that he manages to open his mouth and let it dribble down onto your clit.

"god damn you like that, huh? filthy slut." you can practically hear the smile and excitement in his voice "'m gonna fuck you so good, god damn."

he licks your clit in circles for a few seconds before giving it wet, open-mouthed kisses that end in his slurping it between his lips. you buck your hips up at the intense feeling, and he pushes your hips down, so you grab his head and push it down too.

if there's one thing he can do, it's take a hint.

he eats you out fast and messy then, slobbering all over your clit as he flicks his tongue as fast as he can over it. he slips two fingers in your wet, welcoming cunt and moves them fast, timing his tongue and fingers together so you feel so good, so tense, like you're winding higher and higher and higher and--

"oh fuck!!! jouno!! fuck!! oh, baby, fuck meeeeeeee..."

you yell and writhe and your voice cracks and it turns into a long, drawn out whining moan as he fucks and sucks you through another orgasm, leaving his face and hand and your entire crotch wet and sticky

[kaistinlove]

the idea of buck being worried of being eddie's first and not his last BUT instead of setting him up with other dudes, he jumps straight into roleplay.

He'll bring Eddie to the zoo and leaving him in front of the penguins, only to step up behind him like 'Hey handsome, do you believe in love at first sight or should I waddle by again?' Eddie is so down bad that he'll roll it with it except he keeps breaking character until Buck explains that Eddie has to fall in love with someone else first before Buck can be his last. He'll roll his eyes and tell him that that's not real and that he'd really really like to kiss him already. Alas Buck is steadfast, even with his pinking cheeks and gleeful bark of laughter at Eddie's 'Come on, babe. If we were penguins, we’d be the hottest couple on the ice.'

When Eddie starts sniffing, the telltale signs of the fever, Buck bundled him straight to bed. Eddie will admit that he loves the attention that usually comes with him being sick — the hot homemade soup, the warm towel on his forehead, the colder but more desired palm checking his temperature every so often. His heart softens when he thinks of how Buck will fuss around him and does everything he can so Eddie could just recuperate. With the heat of the fever buzzing around the edges of his mind, he supposes that he can finally do what he always wanted to — pull Buck into the bed and cuddle him, hands itching with the need to just squeeze the other's soft body. That is until Buck pops back into the room, after depositing a tray of soup and medicine on the dresser, with a stethoscope around his neck, grinning maniacally. 'What seems to be the problem today, Mr.Diaz?'

He puts a stop to it once he spies something out of Buck's duffel bag. The glint of metal is suspicious enough that he tugs it— and a pair of handcuffs fall out. Not even three seconds later, they're scrambling up and on and around the couch, fighting to get hold of that offending item. 'I am not letting you use this!' 'You can't knock it til you try it' 'How would you like it if I handcuffed you?' '...um' Buck flounders and god, it's so hard to stop himself from launching across the room and snapping the handcuffs around his own wrists and letting himself be fucked so good. 'Give it back, Eddie! It's for officer Buckley' 'I am definitely not falling in love with officer Buckley' Buck gasps. 'So you admit that there's a version of me you wouldn't love?'

He's actually so close to breaking Eddie that one day. He has to admit that he's playing dirty but there's no way that Eddie wouldn't fold and fall in love with a sexy beefy maid. And he's right. Absolutely right. He's so vindicated that he could crow with victory if not for the fact that this doesn't feel like a win. Because when a shirtless sleep-ruffled Eddie stumbles into the kitchen, he's met with the sight of Buck in a full French maid dress, making breakfast for him. It takes all of a second for a line of pure heat to be pressed along his back and then Buck is grinding his ass back into the very pronounced, very interested bulge. They're standing flush, grinding desperately against each other, basked in the soft rays filtering through the window, low groans being pressed into bare skin, Eddie's hands gripping tightly onto Buck's waist. Buck nearly lost track if his plans before he forces himself to grab onto his last bit of braincell, wrapping his arms back around Eddie's neck and whispering 'Good morning, sir. How would you like breakfast today?' That crashes into Eddie and he pulls away. 'So this is still part of the falling in love with strangers part?' So it is not a win because Eddie refuses to indulge in maid Buck. And it's also not a win because with the simple order of 'Kneel there', Buck is on his knees, whimpering with anticipation when Eddie slides his hand into his sweats. 'Stop. You don't get to touch' Eddie smirks, deep groans of pleasure falling from his lips as he draws his cock out and start stroking. 'You need to remember your place. My cock is only for my pretty boyfriend'. Definitely not a win because Eddie comes into his hand and Buck doesn't even get to taste, his own dick pathetically leaking into his panties.

Buck is driving himself crazy with this but he cannot falter. He's drawing up other personas that he can use when Eddie plops down next to him, peeking at the page. He should have done this some place else that's not Eddie's house but he finds himself on the couch naturally. 'Therapist Buck? You know that will never work right? If only on basis of the ethical code' Buck snorts. 'How about plumber Buck? Hot sweaty plumber coming here to fix your piping' 'That sounds like the worst start to a porn'. Buck pouts, scratching furiously at the words until the familiar hand closes around his. 'You know that all of this doesn't matter, right? I love you. Always have— even when I didn't know what it means. And I always will, now that I know what it means and it's just you. Buck.' Eddie says it like that is the dictionary definition of it. Like there's no other meaning. 'There will never be anyone else because love can never mean anything else to me.' Buck tries to reiterate the words that he desperately wishes that aren't true but what his scarred heart couldn't let go of. He knows it's repetitive and maybe Eddie will get tired of it, of him, when Eddie's hand cups his jaw, gently tilting his head so he can meet his gaze. 'That's only one reason. You know why else that first not last thing doesn't apply to us?' Buck blinks 'No?' 'Because while my first will be Buck Buckley'— Eddie has just said that much and Buck's heart is already threatening to beat straight out of his chest— 'I know that my last will be Buck Buckley-Diaz. So by your logic of different careers buck being different persons, Buck Buckley-Diaz will be— mmmpfffhhh' The rest of his words are lost in the lips slamming onto his but neither of them minds. Because in the first of a million kisses, desperate like two souls that have been clawing to reach the other, reverent like they've discovered the one devotion they'd spend their lives worshipping, soft like they've found the last missing pieces of themselves to treasure, they finally found their lasts.

[a-killer-obsession]

Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 30 - A Shock to the System

Nothing like marines and stupid people to ruin a girl's good mood.

WC: ~4k

Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @iggy5055

“MARINE SHIP, GET OF YOUR A- hang on, what the fuck is happening in here?” Kid went from roaring his warning to leaning against the door frame with a smug look on his face. You pushed Heat away and pulled your skirt down before Kid could spend any more time checking out your bare ass, shuffling indignantly off the bed to find your discarded panties. Heat and Killer exchanged annoyed, disappointed groans as they tucked themselves back in and tidied their clothes.

“Nothing is happening, captain,” you muttered, sliding your panties on and grabbing your mask, “because like always, those marine cunts had to go and ruin it. I'm gonna fucking sink their ship.”

“Be my guest, sweetheart,” Kid laughed as you slid past him into the hall, followed closely by Killer and Heat. You didn't even bother to go find your weapons, you'd just use your devil fruit for this one. “We need their eternal pose for the base first though, but once we have it you can feed them to the seakings”

He watched you stomp away down the hall, more than mad that your fun had been ruined, followed by two equally grumpy, half-hard men. He followed Killer as he started to make his way down the hall behind you, more than curious, and a little annoyed, at what he’d walked in on.

“What gives Kil?” Kid groaned as he followed him out to the deck, Killer loading the blades on his punishers, “You share with Heat but not your best friend?”

“You haven't exactly been acting like my friend the last few days, Kid,” Killer replied coldly. “Or been kind to her. I thought you'd be happy for me, but instead you screamed in both of our faces, and haven't bothered to talk to either of us since. And by the way, the door was locked for a reason, you can’t just use your fruit to come busting in whenever the fuck you feel like it”

Heat made himself sparse, not wanting anything to do with the can of worms Killer was opening, opting to follow you instead to bark orders at the newbies. You hadn't had a chance yet to ask the girls what their fighting capabilities were, so you were more than anxious to find out now.

“Kil..” Kid scratched the back of his head as he followed behind the first mate, idly using his fruit to send cannonballs back at the marine ship but not really paying attention. “Can we talk about this? I didn't mean to blow up at you like that yesterday”

“Does now really seem like the time to talk?” Killer pointed at the oncoming marine ship which was almost close enough to board. “Do you even give a shit? Or are you just jealous that I let Heat fuck my girl and not you?”

“Come on man it's not like that…” Kid was following Killer like a puppy as he jumped to the marine ship, activating his punishers and mowing down enemies. “You know how I over react to shit, can we just t-” Killer turned on his heel and sliced the head off a marine who had come inches away from driving his sword through Kid's shoulder. The captain blinked in confusion as the body fell to the ground in front of him, wetting his shoe with blood.

“Can you fucking pay attention?” Killer barked at him before running off to kill more marines, more than sick of this conversation. Kid sighed and grabbed the closest enemy, crushing his skull in his hand. It didn't feel anywhere near as satisfying as it usually did.

Meanwhile, completely oblivious to the argument Kid and Killer were having, you'd gathered the newbies with Heat and were preparing them for their first battle. Heat took charge of the men, while you took care of your assigned wards, the girls. You were pleased to see Hip was brandishing two swords, swinging them in well practised circles to warm up her wrists as she waited for your orders. Dive was rubbing the sides of her face, working out the muscles in her jaw and stretching it open, chomping her sharp teeth together, more than eager to chew on some marines. Quincy stood awkwardly between them, with empty hands and an away with the fairies look on her face, and you sighed deeply that you had to deal with this instead of getting your brains fucked out.

“Quincy, where is your weapon?” You crossed your arms in clear annoyance, “You do have one, don't you? Do you know how to fight?”

“Mmm… oh, yes… my weapon, I have it!” the girl seemed like she had moths for brains, and occasionally one would smack against the flickering lightbulb in her skull allowing for a coherent thought. “Sorry, I didn't know what the bell meant”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and pointed at the marine ship, “Do you think maybe you know what it means now?”

“Mm?” Quincy replied with a slightly tilted head, looking at the ship but clearly not making a connection, “Marines are nice, aren't they?”

You had to laugh, truly, full belly laugh. Dive and Hip were laughing too at Quincy's expense. “Quince, you know we're pirates right? Marines hate pirates. Did you think they were firing cannonballs at us for fun?” Hip explained.

“Oh! Right! Of course!” She hummed, still not making any move to show her weapon.

“Your weapon, Quincy,” you groaned as the marine ship got close enough to almost board, “for the love of Nika where the fuck is your weapon”

“Oh, right here!” She smiled, unfastening the belt of large colourful beads that hung around her waist. She gave the belt a strong flick, as one would a whip, and the balls lit up, small sparks of electricity cracking around them. “Weapon, check!” she smiled.

You breathed a sigh of relief, and were honestly surprised at her chosen weapon. You weren't sure you'd ever seen something like it before. You'd describe it as a ball and chain, but it had multiple balls, and would probably electrocute anyone who touched it. It was like a big, spicy candy necklace. Now that you were sure all three girls were ready to fight you could finally give your orders, right in the nick of time as others started jumping to the marine ship.

“We want to see what the three of you can do, so don't hold back,” you started, “but keep your wits about you, either stay on the Victoria, or be ready to clear out when the order is given. Nobody is coming to fish you out of the drink if you're dumb enough to still be on their ship when I sink it. Now go show them what girls can do”

The three girls cheered and immediately took off towards the enemy, and you had to laugh as Dive immediately launched herself at a marine and he screamed for mercy as she tore his throat out. She looked back at you and gave you a smile and a thumbs up, blood dripping from her sharp toothy grin. You gave her a more than enthusiastic thumbs up back. She moved like a rabid animal, barely touching the ground as she jumped between marines, using the momentum of their falling bodies to fling herself to the next victim of her sharp teeth.

Hip was a graceful fighter, as you had expected. She was fast, perhaps even comparable to Killer, taking advantage of both of her swords to take down multiple enemies at once. Much like Killer as well, she kept low as she ran, and was very light on her feet. You were really starting to wonder if the two of them could be related. She had no trouble cutting down the enemy and had a good sense of her surroundings, easily dodging attacks and readjusting her stance to reply with her own.

Quincy on the other hand was clumsy and slow, but seemed to have a surprising strength to her as she swung her chain of electrified balls around. She was easily taking out rows of three or four men at a time with the length of the chain, but she was slow to move along to the next set, and several times had to have her ass saved by Hip, Dive or yourself. She was definitely going to need some work. You were glad at least to see that the other two girls were holding their own.

You were a woman on a mission, wanting to find the pose as quickly as possible so you could sink this fucking ship and get back to your fun. You didn’t stop as you threaded your way through marines, bodies dropping around you as their hearts exploded whenever they dared to get close enough to you. You made your way into the heart of the ship, using your recently discovered ability to melt walls to get quick glimpses in each room by making small, eye heigh holes, ignoring any room that didn’t look like it would hold a pose and surprising hidden occupants. Hip followed you into the bowels of the ship, finding a room full of snivelling, cowardly marines through one of your peep holes and immediately setting to work cutting them down. Finally you found what seemed to be their navigation room, or maybe their commander’s office, and started rifling through the cabin. You found a safe hidden behind a painting and used your fruit to move the pins into place to unlock it. Inside you found what you were looking for, an eternal pose set to the nearby base, as well as a couple of maps that would be useful for planning the raid and a very nice looking, ornate handgun. Perhaps you could give it to Kid, in the hopes of getting back on his good side. You slid it into the waistband of your skirt, rummaging through the rest of the vault’s contents and grabbing a few important looking journals before heading out. You met Hip on the way, wiping her blade on some poor dead marine’s coat, the room of hiding men now entirely slaughtered. You paused to take note of how many men she’d taken down on her own, nodding in approval with an impressed smirk.

“Go grab the other two and head back to the Vic, and take these,” you shoved the pose and your other finds in her arms, “I’ll go find someone to give the order to clear out.”

Hip gave you an obedient nod to confirm she understood, sheathing one of her swords so she could use one while holding the loot in the other hand. You heard her calling to Dive and Quincy as you appeared back out on deck, scanning the battlefield for another commander and quickly spotting the striped mask of your lover.

“Kil!” you shouted as you ran over to him, taking down a few more marines. He turned to face you, cutting down another marine behind him without even looking, “Got the pose! Get everyone cleared out, I’m going up!” He nodded in response and started barking retreat orders, much to the confusion of the marines who definitely thought they were on the losing side, but began yelling about the pirates being cowards anyway. You began your ascent, moon stepping directly upwards. You made yourself a small platform of vibrating air to rest on as you looked down at the two ships, waiting for the crew to clear off. As the last few Kid Pirate’s returned to the Victoria Punk, Kid used his fruit to push the ships apart, giving enough clearance between the two that the Victoria wouldn’t be damaged in the fallout. The marines were doing their best to shoot at the pirates, but Kid lazily returned the bullets right back at them, while the rest of the crew slaughtered the marines who had been foolish enough to board the Vic. Killer scanned the sky for you, and upon meeting your eyes gave you a thumbs up, You returned it before sending yourself shooting downwards with your usual upside down moon step, flipping halfway to plummet with one extended leg directly towards the centre of the marine ship.

“Meteor Wave, cunts!” you shouted as your foot made contact. For a moment nothing happened, then the entire ship seemed to shudder and cracked right down the centre. You concentrated hard this time to focus your energy in a set line, instead of spreading in an even circle, so you wouldn’t give yourself splinters like last time. It worked a treat, critical system alarms sounding over the marine ship as the survivors screamed and tried to hold on to the sinking halves, slipping and rolling down the deck and into the ocean. You moon stepped back to the Victoria, more than pleased with yourself.

“Nice clean break this time,” Killer noted as you landed elegantly beside him.

“Thanks, I was trying something new,” you smiled, before scanning the deck for your wards. The newbies were all shouting excitedly and showing off, making mock attacks as they recounted the battle to each other. You made your way over, keen to give the girls feedback and praises, as well as scorn Quincy for her lack of spacial awareness.

“Quincy, we need to talk about your- OMPH,” in a prime example of irony, Quincy was showing off her weapon, and didn’t check who was around her before brandishing the chain of brightly coloured balls excitedly, smacking you right in your still healing rib. There was an audible crack, and you began to convulse as the weapon electrocuted you. You had to give it to her, it was fucking effective. You were able to act quick enough to nullify the electricity before it could get lower than your ribcage, but that did little to protect your heart. In your split decision to protect your unborn child, you’d left your own health at risk, and you fell to the ground hard, still convulsing as your upper body cramped and contracted uncontrollably. Quincy screamed and deactivated her weapon far too late and Killer quickly shoved her and the other newbies aside to get to you.

Your heart was running far too fast as your muscles finally started to relax, and you could see Killer’s mouth moving but couldn’t hear anything over the loud, high-pitched whine in your ear, probably from hitting your head as you fell. Your heart was your major problem right now though, so with a shaky hand you pressed a palm against your chest, willing the small electric pulses that usually ran through your nerves to return to the familiar, healthy pattern they should be in. You gasped for air and nearly screamed as you felt your heart stop for a moment, before quickly returning back to its usual smooth rhythm. You let yourself ragdoll as Killer picked you up, vaguely noting the flash of red hair and concerned frown on your captain before closing your tired eyes.

Everything hurt. Your ribs, your skin where the weapon had made contact, your muscles, which all felt like you’d been wrung out like a wet towel. It hurt to breathe and despite your heart being in a normal rhythm now, it was hard to take a deep breath with the sharp ache in your chest. Every step Killer took jostled you and sent a sharp ache through your upper body, and your head throbbed more and more as sound slowly came back to you. Your chest felt like it was on fire, and your clothes pulled funny against your skin every time you got shifted. You could faintly smell burnt flesh, and it only added to your nausea. You could rest easy that no damage had been done to your lower body, but you wondered if you’d inadvertently concentrated the shock in your upper body by not letting it spread. Though for some reason there was a sharp pain in one of your thighs, and the vague feeling of liquid sliding over your skin, and you wondered if you’d landed on something pointy. If you'd been smarter, or stronger, you would have protected your whole self from the electricity, but you were tired from taking down the marine ship. Whenever you tried to open your eyes you felt dizzy and nauseous, no doubt from the lingering effects of your heart stopping. You head felt like it was in a vice and you would have gagged if it didn't hurt so damn much to move.

You vaguely registered the change in scenery as you were placed on a flat surface, no doubt in the infirmary judging by the blinding lighting above you. Killer's striped mask was replaced by the Doc's orange mohawk, and a small sting in your inner elbow indicated the insertion of an IV line. Slowly the lights became less blinding and the nausea faded as whatever Mohawk had given you started to kick in, but you still felt unbearably tired.

“Uh, no sleeping girlie,” you vaguely made out Mohawk's words as he applied small smacks to the side of your face, not enough to hurt but enough to ground you. Something else was added to your IV and the murkiness of fatigue faded a little, enough to attempt to sit yourself up. Killer was behind you in a flash, supporting your shoulders to help keep you from flopping back down, which you definitely would have done without him holding you.

You could see now that the pain in your leg was caused by a wound, which was bleeding profusely as Mohawk attempted to slow it. You blinked in confusion at the hole, with no idea how that had happened. The light-headedness returned and everything went dark for a moment, your eyes opening again to find yourself flat on the bed once more, Killer's unmasked face looking down at you, a concerned scowl on his face. There was the occasional flash of red in your peripheral, always followed by Killer barking in its direction. You closed your eyes again and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Your eyes opened slowly, your eyelids actively fighting your orders to move, the light burning your retinas and forcing you to squint. Someone had definitely removed your mask, and you wished you still had it on to shield you from a little of the bright overhead lights. You slowly became aware of your body, but it didn't hurt as bad as you expected it to - Mohawk no doubt had you pumped full of strong painkillers. There was a rhythmic beep nearby, and a faint snoring beside you. You turned your head towards the sound, finding Killer sleeping silently in a chair, his arms crossed and his unmasked head lolled back. But more surprisingly, Kid was asleep on the floor next to him, the captain's head resting on Killer's thigh as he snored. You wondered if they'd come to an understanding, or if Kid had just forced Killer to let him stay.

You sat up slowly, on one part because you weren't sure of the damage done to your body, and on the other because you didn't want to wake the sleeping duo. They looked kinda cute like that to be honest, and you were pretty sure it was the first time in days that they'd been in the same room without arguing. You had no idea how much time had passed while you were out cold, there weren't any windows in the infirmary so you couldn't see if it was dark out or not, but you must have been out for a while for Killer to have fallen asleep. Your head was still a little funny, but it didn't feel anywhere near as bad as before, and you only felt like vomiting a tiny bit. Now that you were sitting up you could see the extent of the damage, lifting the thin blanket to find you were only wearing your underwear. There was a bandage around your torso, covering your breasts, and another around your right thigh, a small spot of dried blood staining it. The bandage around your chest felt like it was sticking to you, and you wondered if the electricity had burned your skin. The thigh injury was a mystery though, you couldn't wrap your head around how that had happened.

Your arms felt stiff, no doubt from the overuse of muscles during convulsions, and you saw that the IV now included an almost empty bag of blood. Suddenly remembering your passenger you flipped your seastone bracelet, using your enhanced vision to examine your own abdomen. Inside it you could see the protective fluid filled sac of your womb, and within it your little jellybean, with its own teeny tiny heart beating without a care in the world. You'd never even considered looking at it before, it was strange to see it in the flesh instead of just a grainy white dot on a screen, somehow it made it all the more real and a little scarier. You let out a heavy sigh and flipped your bracelet back, laying back down on the bed.

Your small sigh was enough to alert Killer that you were awake, and his head shot up to look at you, before back down at the weight on his thigh with a raised brow. You snorted at his confusion, he seemed just as surprised as you had been to see Kid there. He gave Kid an unceremonious shove, and the captain woke up with a grumble before quickly standing and rubbing his eyes with the palm of his flesh hand. Killer tutted and made his way to your side, taking your hand in his, while his other hand rested on your belly.

“Baby is fine,” you assured him, putting your hand over his, “I just checked”

“How do you feel?” He asked, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Like fucking garbage,” you groaned as Killer helped you sit up, “but it doesn't hurt too bad in retrospect. What the fuck happened to my leg though?”

Kid stomped over and placed something on your legs over the blanket. The fucking gun you'd taken from the safe. You'd completely forgotten about it, the electricity must have been enough of a spark to set it off while it was tucked into your waistband. You groaned and rolled your eyes, just your fucking luck, you try to do something nice and you get shot in the fucking leg.

“Why did you have a gun on you?” Kid asked curiously.

“I thought you might like it,” you mumbled, “I think the better question here is who leaves a loaded gun in their safe. It's not like they were planning to use it, they had plenty of other weapons”

“You got this from a safe?” Kid picked it up and inspected it closer, making an amused huff. “It's pretty nice, well made by the looks of it, wonder what makes it special enough to keep it in a safe. I'll have to do some research”

“Stupid fucking thing better be worth something,” you grumbled as you picked at the bandages on your chest, trying to look under them. Killer stilled your hands before you could get a good look.

“Your chest is burnt pretty bad,” he explained, “the electricity blistered your skin. Mohawk said it's not muscle deep though, more like a severe sunburn”

You groaned and flopped down on the bed, covering your face with your hands. “Can't I just have one fucking week where I don't end up in a doctor's office?”

“Tell me about it,” Kid scoffed. You shot back up and stared daggers at him.

“Oh you can fucking talk,” you pointed an accusing finger at him, “its your fucking floozy who did this. Did you even check if she could fight before bringing her on board, or were you too busy getting your dick wet? She'd be dead ten times over if it wasn't for the rest of us covering her back today, and now look what's fucking happened. We weren't even in battle anymore! She has no fucking sense of self preservation or awareness of her surroundings! And frankly, she's about as fucking smart as a slice of moldy cheese, in fact I think the mold would have more coherent thoughts!”

“She said she could fight…” Kid mumbled, looking away like a child scorned.

“Well she can certainly fucking cause bodily harm!” You yelled at him, “and if it wasn't for my devil fruit my unborn child would be fucking dead because of her, not that you'd fucking care! When I said I could protect myself I didn't think it would have to be against your fucking whore!”

Kid stood tall and growled, but you stood your ground, staring him down with an equally dangerous look on your face. The machine that had been monitoring your heart suddenly started making an alarm, and Mohawk came rushing in on hearing it. He'd been outside, on his way in to check on you but hesitant to enter and get caught in the crossfire of the argument. Your breaths were coming in harsh and ragged as your heart raced, one fist clawing at your chest as you struggled to catch enough air. Killer urged you to lay down while Mohawk checked the machine and injected something into your IV line, the machine's alarm stopping as your heart rate came down and your breathing returned to normal.

“Kid, I think it'd be best if you leave,” Killer said flatly, not even bothering to look in the red head's direction. Kid grumbled to himself, sliding the gun you'd looted back into his belt and making for the door. He paused with his hand on it, the door half open.

“For what it's worth,” he sighed to himself, “I do care about your kid, even if you don't believe it.” And with that he left, not waiting for a reply, the door swinging on its two way hinges behind him.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

[geniusphilester]

now i'm going back through my tweets to see what i said when i first got into dnp and at one point i was like "tee hee i've never bought merch before but maybe i should get the pastel plushies" and i DIDN'T and i kinda want to go back in time and kick my own ass

(jk, i've always been broke; it wasn't my fault. but STILL)

other highlights:

i livetweeted dan's now-private dating app spon and got excited that he matched men and women. what a weird time

may 2017: "in phil's livestream, he wanted to congratulate someone who graduated, couldn't remember the grad song, and made up one of his own"

i also linked a now-unlisted dan livestream around that time and wondered if the weirdness at the end was younow or dnp's internet connection

both dan and phil seem to have tweeted about seeing alien covenant in 2017 (i was excited about it, even if i wasn't calling it a date) but only phil's tweet survived

twitter archives have links but don't tell you what those links are, so imagine my delight when i clicked the link i included with "...is this it. is this going to be the thing that gives me the urge for #danandphil fic" and found phyuri. (i actually just rewatched the faceapp video they were promoing here a couple days ago because i was looking for something else and the allure of phyuri was too strong.)

"oh my god did pete wentz really unfollow dan because he was tweeting about reindeer kink"

"i can't believe it's not called family feud in the uk" i had to look it up; it's family fortunes. it's appropriate that i learned this from the first google feud

dan tweet from august 2016, in response to the video where he played pokemon go in hong kong while phil was sick: "it's like a fic where i've just finished exercising except instead of an impressive erotic workout i literally walked up 8 steps".

my response to impossible quiz #2: "dan loves phil so much omg". i didn't make this tumblr for almost another three years, so that's how much i love PHIL LESTER! YOU'RE A GENIUS

my reaction to dan's anime recommendations: "is dan really into guys in speedos or does he just know his fanbase". past self, you'll never guess what the answer is

i livetweeted my first read of tabinof. the first tweet says "lol i don't know that i'm enough of a dan and phil fan to read their book. i'm enjoying parts of it, though" and the last said i'd give it four stars on goodreads entirely because of the urge.

this livetweet thread was the point where i started tagging #danandphil so my mutuals could mute it. feb 28, 2016. definitely a turning point in my phannie journey

feb 26: "i feel like i'm a mild dan and phil fan, but even that much kind of snuck up on me, lol. the dil videos are sneaky that way". i protest too much!

my earliest dnp tweets are exclusively sims, then undertale, and it cascaded from there. i'm probably due an undertale rewatch

oct 1, 2014: "I'm enjoying Dan and Phil playing Sims 4. Laughed until I cried about their Sim's roof." oh my god the owl slide made me a phannie. of course it did

my first dnp tweet was in august 2013, where i saw an ad for reading festival (i think; the tweet is vague) and i was telling my mutuals that they mentioned dan and phil. back then, one of my big fandoms was one direction and a bunch of my friends got into dan and phil through the radio 1 connections (harry styles -> nick grimshaw -> radio 1 generally -> dan and phil). i could have gotten in during the radio show era! alas

i feel good about jumping in with the sims, though. it's very me

shoutout to @underthisweather for chatting with me about dnp for the last decade! a lot of my dnp tweets are tweets at/replies to you 💜

[specialinterestshows]

Join your girlfriend’s found family as they prepare Dom for his title match in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Social/crowd anxiety, stalking mention, jealousy, PDA, parasocial behavior

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 73 of ?): From One Show To The NXT

Rhea kept a comforting hand on you the entire ride over to the next show while you did your best to stay calm. Dominik was in the back with the both of you and Damian drove, his hand moving over to rest on Finn’s thigh whenever the cruise control was on. Your head was swimming with anxiety, but the warm, loving atmosphere in the car kept it from getting to be too much. Every time you tried to focus on the present, concerns for the future seeped in.

“Thanks again for letting me tag along,” it must have been the third time you’d said it.

Need to remember to call in sick for work tomorrow, but I’m not sure how many sick days I have left.

“Take it easy, chica,” Damian chuckled, eyes fixed on the road, looking like there was nowhere he would rather be.

I’m technically not insured to have someone who isn’t me driving my car, no matter how good Damian is at it.

“Yeah, you’re Rhea’s girl, so you’re pretty much part of the family,” Finn chimed in, smile evident in his voice despite the headrest blocking your view of his face, “Family takes care of family, no hesitation.”

I need to stop looking back, but what if someone’s following us again?

“We should make her an “honorary member of The Judgment Day” shirt,” Dom suggested.

I bet my apartment complex is going to be crawling with creeps when I get back. If it isn’t already.

“I’ll style it for her - I know exactly where to make the first cut,” Rhea insisted, eyes admiring your chest.

How many more panic attacks until they all decide I’m not worth helping?

“Don’t worry, love,” Rhea quietly reassured you, clearly sensing your anxiety, “This next show has a much smaller audience, and JD is getting there ahead of us to make sure we have a path inside that isn’t crowded by fans. We’re all going to do our part to keep people from getting too close to you.”

“Thanks, Rhe. Thanks everyone-“ you said again, before being cut off.

“Fuck’s sake, lass,” Finn’s sigh turned into an amused chuckle as he explained his interruption, “You’ve helped me and Damian get together and you’ve been nothing but good to Rhea - not to mention what the three of you did last night, because I know our man here had the time of his life” - he gestured to a blushing Dominik with a jab of his thumb - “So quit acting like you’re a burden and face it: you’re worth more than you realize.”

This coming from the man whose first words to me were about some money I allegedly owed him? The fact that Finn’s position on you seemed to have completely changed made it difficult to deny the sincerity of his words, leaving you in a stunned silence.

“Good one, babe,” you just barely heard Damian whisper to Finn.

Just as Rhea had promised, JD McDonagh was waiting for the three of you when you pulled into the parking lot, giving the group directions before taking the keys to park the car. JD seemed determined to help and Finn was happy to see him - but Damian definitely wasn’t.

“Cuidado, mi amor,” he muttered, a protective arm around Finn as he watched JD slide into the driver’s seat, “He’s still looking at you a little too long for my taste.”

“You know I only have eyes for you,” Finn reassured Damian, sticking his hand in his boyfriend’s back pocket.

“Yeah, but does he know-“ Damian jumped a bit, presumably in response to the squeeze Finn had given his ass.

Rhea quickly brought up the hand that wasn’t holding yours to stifle her laughter, muffling it just enough for you to catch Damian whispering “brat” to Finn under his breath.

The topic of conversation soon turned to Dom’s match to win back the NXT North American Championship, and before you knew it, you were backstage.

Rhea held your hand tightly as you all walked to the locker rooms. “That’s her” and “belt bunny” were whispered more than once as you walked through the groups of wrestlers, managers, and technical staff. Suddenly, you were self-conscious, trying to fold in on yourself away from all the curious eyes.

Someone whistled suggestively and the entire Judgment Day stopped to look for the source - to no avail. Rhea let go of your hand in favor of putting a protective arm around your shoulders. You held her tight until you were in a less crowded area. Rhea gave you a loving squeeze before following the rest of the group into the locker room to help Dom get ready for his match.

You were about to follow them, until an arm in a dark jacket blocked the closing door.

“Hey, you’re Rhea’s girlfriend, right?”

The question came from a woman dressed in black and silver ring gear. She somehow looked simultaneously bored and threatening, flipping her long, two-toned hair out of her face as she stared you down.

“… Yeah,” you answered reluctantly, “Why?”

“But you’re not a wrestler, are you.”

It was more of a statement, but you confirmed anyway.

“I’m not, no.”

The anxiety was obvious in your voice; maybe that’s what made the woman smirk and lean in before asking:

“So is it true what they say about Rhea?”

“What do they say?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Jacy! We still need to get ready for the match,” an excitable blonde in matching ring gear ran up and addressed the woman before she could answer you, “Come on!”

Jacy sighed, looking you over before letting out a short laugh and following behind her tag partner.

What do they say about Rhea?

“Babe?” your girlfriend opened the door in front of you, looking confused, “Come join us; we need to know where you are if we’re going to keep you safe.”

You walked in and sat in the corner of the locker room as the others talked strategy - the last thing you wanted was to make the wrong move when Rhea was getting ready for a match.

A buzz made you pull out your phone.

It was Marisol:

“Is this you? Or do you have a twin?”

The message had a photo attached of the same tabloid cover you saw at the hotel that morning, but this one seemed to be sitting at a checkout counter.

You sighed, tapping away at your phone’s keyboard.

“That’s me: Rhea Ripley’s girlfriend.”

Looking over your response as you hit “send,” it dawned on you that another part of this mess was weighing on you in a way you couldn’t have expected: Rhea had become a celebrity because of her own talent, but you were only interesting to the world at large because you were dating her.

Your phone vibrated in your hands: a reply from Mari.

“I actually had to look up who she was - not really into wrestling. Hope you won’t hold it against me.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as her follow-up text reached you:

“How are you doing, belleza?”

“Overwhelmed” you typed.

Then deleted.

“Stressed” you typed instead.

Then deleted that too.

“Wish I could just go home. But it doesn’t feel safe.”

You typed and hit send.

Marisol responded quickly:

“Let me know if you need to crash at mine, hermosa.”

You were thrown - she barely knew you.

“U-Hauling already?” you reply, avoiding giving an actual response to the offer.

“No need for a U-Haul when you have a truck” was her reply, a winking face ending the message.

By the time your eyes had read down to the emoji, another message from popped up from Mari:

“Kidding. But if you do move someplace, you can use my truck if you smoke me out after.”

“Did you hear me, love?” Rhea’s voice made you look up from your phone.

Not only did you miss what your girlfriend had said, you hadn’t noticed JD was now in the locker room as well.

“I didn’t, sorry,” you admitted, gauging her reaction.

“I said all of us are going to be out there,” Rhea said, unfazed, “So you might be on your own for a little while, but I’ll have JD run back to you after he’s done his part. Sound good?”

You nodded and she smiled before turning to Finn and Damian. Looking over at a slightly fidgety Dominik, you tune out Rhea’s lecture about postposing the eye-fucking until after the title had been won.

“Nervous?” you asked your metamour.

“A little,” he said, moving to sit next to you on the bench, “Everyone is counting on me.”

“Anything I can do to help you with your match?” you asked, knowing it was unlikely but still wanting to offer.

He looked away for a moment, a blush blooming on his face.

“A kiss for good luck?” Dom asked finally.

“…Don’t get used to it,” you replied, holding his chin gently as you leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“So they get to be distracted and we don’t?” Finn asked, making Damian laugh.

“That kiss was more chaste than any single time the two of you have looked at each other since you met,” Rhea insisted, “Now let’s get back to business.”

[end part seventy-three of ?]

Part 74: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/751959352476368896/absolute-smokeshow-part-74-of-locker-room

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[steddieyes]

Chapter Two of my Bryce fic: Another Chance To Fuck Up

(@Arlooh on ao3)

June 17th, i've worked so fucking hard to get back into this grey ass state and not even her bitche of a mom will let me talk. It's, not, FAIR. I only know that shes graduating because unique fucking monique and her excuse of a boyfriend have been yelling at each other outside the milkshake mania. I'm trying to sit at the fucking bus stop, not see a whore yell about how she gave her heart to him. Fuck that.

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Looking into the mirror of the thrift store changing room, he scans himself up and down, looking for any signs of "hey, I'm fucking poor, mind kicking my ass back to the penitentiary please?" as he forces himself to stand still and stop bouncing on the balls of his feet.

 He's fucking nervous. 

Wiping his hands down his jeans, giving himself a stern and harsh "whispered" talking to (he's been yelling into the mirror for 10 minutes, some employee as been asking him to leave for the better part of that, he won't) and fixing what makeup he has on, he turns and leaves the changing room. Giving a polite "Screw off, asshole!" and middle finger to the worker and swifly walking out without paying for a thing, only after sliding a sick pair of sunglasses off some dude waiting in line. 

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But all that worry leads him to now, jumping a fence into the graduation event at 'Whatever the fuck' high school, so what if the entery was free, this is cool. 

The first thing he sees is probably the last person he wants to see, Tacky Tammy in the fucking flesh. And god, she looks worse than the last he seen her. That fucking bitch. 

Quickly avoiding that mess, he runs off to the right where he can hear people chatting, yelling, the typical American slang, and to behind the bleachers where he can finally fucking breath. He's only been up a few hours and yet it feels like hes been up for days, all the while having the energy to fight the thing people call god. "Where ever that old bastard is, he sure had a shit plan for me" he hisses as he lights up the last cigarette he's got, stole it from some homeless guy lastnight and yet it doesn’t make him feel any better about it. 

But blasting speakers, which are WAY to fucking loud mind you, go off right by my fucking ear "Five minutes till showtime everyone! I hope you've got your disposables ready! And no /flash/ please, thank you" God. Fucker sound like an asshole to be around, fucks he got to be so stern for. And why the fuck would someone flash the crowd at a high school. This isn't the big bang, we don't need to see that you bleached your ass, Marissa. But shit, 5 minites till showtime. And I was calling it that before grandpa over he did anyways..

He can barely see through the crowd of green gowns and capes to even see the stage from here, it takes him all of 5 minutes to climb out of the prison that is bleachers pressed to a wire fence. Good thing he's scrawny of else he wouldn’t have been able to get out in time to see the show that is Bryce Tankthrust. Fuck. To think that he ever hated her for what happened. All the hate he'd ever bared for Bryce washes away in a second at seeing her up on that stage, when did she straighten her hair? Whatever.

She looks fucking /good/, greens definitely my favorite coulor. Fuck, she can take green if it means he can see her like she is now. Even in a graduation gown. 

And for the first time in a long time, he smiles. Bobby smiles because fuck is he happy. He didn’t /mean/ to look like a smug bastard, even if he is. He's just happy. But nothing ever goes right for him does it. Bryce looked at him, right in the eye, could you belive that? But he just smiled back, but not when her prideful smile turned down and into shock. He hasn't seen that face since.. since he threw up all over her heart, the one that she took out for him to profess her love. Fuck. Shit, SHIT. 

He hasn't ran that fast in, ever. The second he seen Bryce drop, clutching where her heart is (right?) fuck, did he really do that much damage? He didn’t think it was /that/ bad, he just wanted to surprise Bryce after escaping and... he just ran through that crowd. Over the people who were starting to pile up on the stage, he didn’t give a /fuck/ if he got sent back now or to some place worse for doing what he did and all but growling for security to get off her, Bryce was fucking hurt and it was all his fault.

[the-firebird69]

And our son says that the seat is a nice seat it's made okay it's letters pretty it'll be nice and cushy but he can't use it because the springs make it so he slides right off and he can't balance that way he said there's a way to do it and yeah it put stress on the post but the post these days are pretty strong they hold up a load in back that's pretty good they hold you up and you would be held up again just a little bit of torsion it's not a big difference the connection would have to be a little bit more Stern is not true but the seat would have to be made with a plate steel plate on the bottom that's one thing and it would have to be fused to the thing that goes on the seat bottom but you would simply have a plate within the seat and a plate the bottom would connect it to the Post and the front would connect in two spots to a bent plate you would bend it up and connect to the front of the seat and the rear would have springs that are more stiff than the ones that they have the ones on his big fat seat or are very big and they're not springs no they are they have a shroud over them but they're pretty heavy this is for bigger people usually if not they'll have a cushy seat in the springs will move a little but these springs move all over the damn place it makes it not usable but you need just two plates and you can do away with the plastic plate and your problem is solved it will be anchored to the front and the back would have springs and that's typical and they do it because of this problem you be bouncing all over the damn place as it is they have a small network of plates on the bottom and it does connect to it and it sort of works a little and there is a way to make that work with less work you can see it on his seat that the seat is connected in front to the front of it and in the back are the springs and it's supported by the springs only it would be nice to have a metal plate but your plastic plate might work as a matter of fact it looks like there are holes there where you used to actually do it this way probably with a motorcycle no but it works the other way we don't know why you changed it and sent it to our son you probably knew it wouldn't okay and you're trying to ding him for money that's possible or possibly what you're up to but really you just need to use that embedded plate and you take the springs out in the middle and you connected it has to be sturdy though and you need some kind of plate and come down and connect in a couple spots probably in the middle where it connects to the Post that's a lot of stress on that type of connection but it would last for a while but he has to return it it doesn't do anything tons of people returning them and you should put it back to the way it was it looks like it was a functional seat we do know that it was working but we're not sure why you sent that one to him a lot of people are returning it and trying to collect things and you're getting beat up.

And yeah we shall see how it goes

Furthermore we don't like these activities that you make lead nowhere sick and tired of you doing things to go nowhere on purpose and having to make him try and give it to work and giving him nothing to do it with and not having access so you can see his stupid now everybody sees your stupid routine and they're going after you and cutting you up it's a dumb thing to do and who you're proving it to and you're very wrong we're not falling for your stupid tricks you're trying to have us fall for you're a f****** idiot and no wonder you're out there getting killed man you you and your group are the dumbest out of all of them I don't think that any of them are as dumb as you are Paul a you you are a dumb freaking person you're a fighter true are you trying to fight us right now you're getting your ass handed to you other people see you jumping right at it and they're going after you you have attracted their attention and we don't like you for it and our son doesn't like you for it you're not really doing anything but you do get stuff done out there and we don't say about what and he thinks you can pull off this 1989 Pantera and it's a lot of fun for him he and she come up with his cars his is from Ferrari part of hers is from her Lamborghini and it's the two big families from Italy and it's a great kick now and the status and we looked at it and we know what it is. It hasn't gone very far and it probably won't it hasn't even taken off in more than two separatist cities and not their areas but it is growing pretty quick and we're talking about the boat car turning into supercars it's growing rapidly this morning a whole bunch of pictures went around on cell phones email and text and even on blog and social media it's getting out there pretty soon it's going to be very big. Right now is limited to only about there's a lot of people like our son who want to do this I did not necessarily on time but they're aching to have some kind of a supercar or sports car as it were these are super cars now there's a lot of stuff he does that helps her he says when we going to do I have 300 pictures so he said you're talking about a subject and you just put what page the picture is and it might be several different pages that reference it so she's been doing it and people are doing it. And it helps now this idea is seemingly very simple but it's taking a long time to get going ages and they put salt out amazing but the drainage here is a joke and he's checking yeah they covered up the drainage and it's going to fill the front yard full of water and it's technically very illegal I'm not because of the street work but because they tampered with the trench that's not because the highway work and it can be brought to court because they messed it up and it would be the town so you have to sue the town and the pseudo empire might do that. In pictures and video and more this is an ongoing case and it will become very big very soon.

-back to the matter at hand is the supercar boat car and both of them are excited about it they like this kind of work they like to do this kind of work they like to succeed at it they like to get it out there and they enjoy doing it for people we are witnessing them get excited about it and they want to continue doing it for us there are a couple things we are going to have to help them with coming up very soon one of them is very interesting is how to use a certain product yeah it's an air and it's not so simple to use and you have to charge it we're not so sure they have instructions or not usually they don't this is going to be a hell of a day these things are needed and necessary we do like the fact that it is it a kit and it has a bag and that's great and he's going to use the bag so we are watching him try and get it going and it will be interesting to see if he can figure out how to use it

We're getting ready for the day and it's going to be very nice today we think more shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

[melinoelliones]

Meliodas - NSFW ALPHABET

Imma probably do this with a few of the SDS’s characters but imma start with my man <3 If you have any requests drop them in my inbox or comment!! 

Our opinions may be different so don’t jump me LMAO! There are x Fem Reader and X GN Reader

This has been queued for Saturday the 3rd of June n I’ve never done this queue thing before so I pray it works. I am currently super sick from con so bare with me ya’ll.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Meliodas is veryyy touchy feely as we know so he defo wants to be close to you. Probably wraps you up in a blanket and holds you as close to him as physically possible. Wants to make sure you are comfy and feelin okay. Covers you with kisses and tells you how well you did and he’s proud of you. If you’re not too tired he’d defo run you a bath and help bathe you, making sure to be super gentle with you.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part on himself is probably his torso and above. He’s got an impressive set of muscles so I can see him showin em off now and then. Probably loves to show you how easily he can move you wink wink

His favourite body part of yours would be chest, ass and thighs. We all know he’s a titty person but I know for a FACT he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to have his head between your thighs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I wanna say he’d love to see it on that pretty face of yours along with in your mouth. Seeing it drip down the sides of your mouth as you attempt to take every drop.

I also think on your breasts, seeing it run down them is a sight he’d never want to forget.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Barely a secret but he loves to fuck you in public, especially in risky places. Like during rush hour at the Boar Hat he slips you into the closet downstairs, or he’ll have you standing behind the bar while he eats you out on his knees, you struggling to take orders as he does it. Defo likes to play with you under the table at the Sins meeting too, 98% sure everyone knows what he’s doing but acts oblivious. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You was his first and vice versa. He defo knows what he’s doing and is always down for experimenting.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Reverse cowgirl is one of them, he loves to see himself sliding in and out of you along with your ass

Us riding him, he’s a tits guy so having them bounce in his face while you’re taking him all in is like a 2 in one. Bonus points if he gets one in his mouth, he loves to suck on them while you struggle to keep going.

Doggy, especially after a rough day. He wants nothing more than to see how you moan and tear up as he pounds into you with absolutely zero remorse. Seeing how you desperately cry out for him to be rougher with you is a sight to see

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Helloooo its Meliodas we are talking about. It wouldn’t be Meli if he didn’t crack a joke here and there. Loves to make you laugh regardless so if he can while fucking you why wouldn’t he?

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I will die on this hill but I think he keeps himself trimmed pretty good! He ain’t naked or anything but keeps it nice. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends. Most of the time he’s superrrr intimate, showering you will kisses and sweet talking you. But other times not so much but there is a BALANCE!! He will always show you a sweet side though, even during the roughest of sessions.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He can defo jack off to just the thought of you alone. I don’t wanna say its often as he’s around you 24/7 and would prefer to do it with you/in you than alone, but if he’s super pent up then aye, gotta do what ya gotta do. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

THIS IS MY OPINION BUT

Breeding kink for sure. Dude wants nothing more than to breed you, to fill you up to the brim and see you pregnant. The thought of you holding his child is one that sits in his mind constantly.

Dumbification, fucking you till you can’t even form a thought in your mind. The only thing you can do is cry out for more of him. 

Restraints, this is pretty canon anyway but yeah. He loves to be tied up while you get full control to do whatever you please with his body, wether that be for his satisfaction or yours he does not care as long as you’re happy. He also likes to tie you up and watch your body twitch as he plays with you.

Somnophilia, he thinks you look so pretty and innocent while you sleep. On more than one occasion he has defo eaten you out whilst you slept, waking you up with the mother of all orgasms. When he’s come home late from being with the sins he has used your body to help him relieve some stress. ALL 100% CONSENSUAL BETWEEN YOU TWO! 

Uniforms, he loves to fuck you in your Boar Hat uniform. He designed it so of course yours is a tiny bit smaller than the others, along with extra openings for easy access. He has several different versions of the uniform so you get to test them all.

Breast fucking for sureeeee. He loves your tits, so having his cock between them is a dream come true.

Also the thought of being seen turns him on to the MAX! Having people see how good he fucks you and how he makes you feel. 

L = Location (favourite places to do they do)

He loves anywhere in the Boar Hat; over the tables, on the counter, against the door. Eating you out on the tables or counter is his favourite pastime. He also loves the bedroom, your face full of pillow n tears while he rams into you, loves it. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You, just you. Anything you do honestly.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I feel like he’s down for almost anything but doesn’t want anything to do with like knives or blood. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to give than receive but he loves to receive. Would give anything to have you sit on his face after a long day, he’d gladly eat you out while you tell him all about it. You are his favourite meal.

“What’s up, why the long face? Come sit on my face while you tell me”

He likes to receive too but it’s not a necessity, seeing you attempt to make him feel good is a major turn on though. You on your knees, his cock down your throat with tears in your eyes, he adores it. He gives you all the praise as you suck him off. 

“Look at you, you're doing such a good job”, he’d coo as he’d stroke the side of your face whilst deepthroating him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

All of the above. 

Sometimes he’ll be super rough, demon mark showing and all while he pounds into you to the point where you’re almost drooling. No thoughts in your mind, only his name ringing through. Dirty talk all the way.

Other times he’s super slow and intimate, taking his time so you can enjoy every feeling, every movement. Smothering you in love bites and comments as he pulls in and out of you.

During quickies it's a mix of both.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

HE LIVESSSS FOR A QUICKIE! Especially since the sins are always on the go, they need to be able to do it anywhere and FAST. I wanna say y'all have them several times a week, he’s always up for em. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is the definition of risk taker. The sins are coming back and there's like 5 minutes till they get back? Okay lets fuck right here on this table before they make it. Oh the King is coming downstairs? Let's have a quickie before he gets here. Like he does not CAREEEEEEE! 

He also loves to experiment. Anything you wanna try he will do and if he has an idea he will always bring it up to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Demon Kings first born, dude has stamina for days. He could go like 4 rounds without breakin a sweat. You are his weakness though so sometimes he won’t last very long in you, like if you’re begging and whining out for him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has toys for you, for when he is gone and can’t bring you. He also loves to edge you with a vibrator then take over. He lets you have free reign when it comes to toys for him, whatever you want him to try he’s open. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he’s a teaser! Sometimes he can be super mean and leave you for a considerable amount of time until you lose your orgasm before going back. But only sometimes, regardless he does love to see you beg for him to let you come or beg for him to touch you and make you feel good.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t super loud unless like you’re sucking him off, he defo whimpers and whines a little when you do it, a few hisses and curses too.

He loves when you’re super loud though, he wants everyone to know how well he fucks you. He legit does not care who can hear as long as they can hear. Wants to hear you moan out his name through the tavern.

The sins hate it but then they invested in soundproof walls LMAO. 

W = Wild card (a random dirty headcanon for the character)

Okay this one is kinda random and i’m 50/50 on it but he wants to see Ban fuck you. He wants to watch it. Watch how Ban attempts to outdo him but knows he could never as you shoot him a wink or a moan he knows is fake. That or a threesome with you and Ban. He’d take front to see your pretty little face while Ban takes back.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Meli is big, don’t care what anyone says. He is girthy and veiny. Maybe not super long but trust me, the girth alone will have you on cloud 9. Let's say 6/7 inches ish.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Crazy high. Ya’ll are defo fucking almost everyday, wether that be quickies or long sessions, its pretty much everyday. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He will always wait for you to be in a deep sleep before even thinking about passing out. He will hold you close to him on his chest until he hears your soft snores, gives you a kiss on the top of your head and THEN falls asleep. He can’t sleep unless he knows you feel safe and comfortable.

[koemiii]

AYATO’S PRETTY KOUHAI!!

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

SUMMARY;;Celestia knows why the popular, well-loved Kamisato senpai seems to be attatched to you, a non-student council ordinary student.

NOTES;;Some senpai!Ayato because why not😋😋 fem!reader, slight corruption kink, slight(? darcyphilla, bimbo!reader , perv!ayato maybe?, idk what to add im lazy

Senpai!Ayato who's always flashing a smile to whoever's talking to him. He's the most nicest senpai you've ever met!! Not like those older boys in his grade calling you some nicknames only your mommy and daddy calls you. Thinking back at the first day you met him, about him saving you from one of those embarrassing situations. You smile fondly at that.

Senpai!Ayato who arrived into your classroom afterschool just when the boys in his grade were about to harass you. He scolds and fended them off, angrily. Telling them to shoo away as this was inappropriate. They shouldn't touch what's not theirs.

Senpai!Ayato who then turned back to look at your shaking, teary-eyed figure. He kneeled down making his view met yours. He sees fear in your pretty hues. A sick part of him feels...aroused. After seeing your senpai come and save you, you no longer keep the sobs up.

Senpai!Ayato who lets you hug him. Comforting you while whispering reassuring words to you. Muttering 'thank you's to him as he gently pat your head, letting you feel so comfortable around him. To be unknownst to you, a tent in his pants forming. Your breasts pressing against his chest is a big turn on.

Senpai!Ayato who suddenly pops out of nowhere as the school dismissal bell rings. He's helping you with your Maths every Fridays at his place, walking you to his Inazuma structured house. He's lucky that you didn't caught him red-handed everytime when wind blows, the winds lifting up your skirt just enough to let him see your cute little panties and your bare ass. As you turn your head to him and saw his smiling state, asking him what's wrong. He just shakes it off, telling you it's nothing.

Senpai!Ayato who's one of your closest friends, you think as he's currently busy at the kitchen preparing snacks that Thoma made beforehand. It's Friday today and he volunteered to teach you Maths after seeing your failed test and knew he's gona help you with that. He once got a full mark on Maths test! He's sure he can help you. Sitting back beside you, starting to teach you your maths. He's just so perfect in your eyes, a straight As student, rich, good-looking, nice, and even the chairman of the student council. No wonder everyone looks up to him.

Senpai!Ayato who 'carelessly' dropped the pen he's holding. It's rolling towards your side and you are to pick up the pen! Getting out of your seat and bending down. He's getting another glimpse of what's under your skirt. He's drooling at the sight of your clothed pussy, fantasizing about how you feel if you were around him everynight and just now.

Senpai!Ayato whose fantasies' no longer merely a fantasy. Sitting you on his lap, his slender fingers pushing you more onto his crotch area, letting your ass gently brush through his erected cock, as he continues to teach you maths like nothing has happened.

Senpai!Ayato who claims that he deserves a reward from you for his teaching. Look, your grades are jumping rapidly after the tutoring lessons he gave you!! See, doesn't he deserve a reward from you after you scored an A minus from the hardest chapter test? Taking a 5-minute break from maths, his hands sliding under your uniform top, playing with the hem of your laced bra.

Senpai!Ayato who chuckles at your innocent replies, you don't have money to pay him as his reward for the tutoring lessons he gave you, oh no!! What should you do?! Doe eyes looking up at his more bigger figure, not knowing what to do. Senpai who suggests another form of paying him back, his hands unclasping the clip of your bra. You still don't have a clue on whats he's doing seemingly.

Senpai!Ayato who's quick to think of an excuse when you tell him what your mommy and daddy told you before. Not letting strangers touch your clothed body parts! But senpai's doing it now...what should you do? But you trust senpai so, so much! He replies in a slow and gentle tone, as if he didn't want to scare you. He tells you that your mommy and daddy only told you not to let strangers touch you and now you think he's a stranger? His tone lower from a few octaves, hinting you that he's kind of disappointed unintentionally in your brain, and silly little you actaully believes it with no other concerns!!

Senpai!Ayato who finally got his hands on your bare skin, exploring every inch of it, stripping you bare all for him to devour and left no places untouched. From your boobs to your pussy, he has all touched it. You asked him what he was doing and the replies you get are always ''what he deserved''. It feels really weird! Like a mix of pain and pleasure, you tell him. He just smirks at the remark, continuing to suck at your nipple and playing with the another one. It feels so good tho...?

Senpai!Ayato who can't wait anymore, thick shaft entering your virgin hole. You gasped immediately. You don't know what's 'make love' nor 'sex', you tell him. He's surprised and asked you if you have ever touched or had been touched...there. Answering him ,'no', he feels more aroused, hips immediately slamming into your hole. You almost led out a scream with this immense amount of pleasure you never felt 'till now. Moans and whimpers filling the room, as he hits the sweet spot inside of you over and over again. Fat tears rolling down your flushed cheeks, feeling lost in pleasure all of a second. It feels so good, just as he fantasized.

Senpai!Ayato who continues to rut into you, seemingly lost in in how good he felt in you, just as he thought. After he hears you saying your lower region feels so hot, just like something's that make you grumpy is building inside of you, but it won't go out of your body. He tells you that this is called an orgasm, which can make a person feel so good and he's about to do it to you. Continuing to slam into you, all he can thinks is how good you felt around him, as if your pussy was made for him.

Senpai!Ayato who knows that you're almost there, your tight cunt spasming uncontrollably, moans getting louder and louder, followed by the earthshaking orgasm. Whimpering sweetly, as you hear him saying ''Good girl, cum and moan f'me,'' he groaned, feeling as if he's almost there too. You came together, before Ayato senpai noticing your passed out figure. You have never done something so intense before, maybe that's why you are sleeping just after a round. Caressing your body with his hands, he just love you so much, so pretty, so innocently cute for him to corrupt.

Senpai!Ayato who then carries you back to his room, cleans you up and then wraps you around in his arms, seeing your pretty face, content and dozed off, smirking to himself. His plan of corrupting you has finally done. Placing a kiss on your cheek, realizing that he loves you so so much.