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bunny584 · 6 months

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A Girl with No Name

A/N: This one shot POURED out of me. All because of this incredible art by @chu-cho Thank you for creating this masterpiece. Hope I can do your art justice.

Ok, let me set the scene. Euphoria, SKINS, and Degrassi procreated in the basement of Kappa Alpha. Keg to the right. A designer tray of substances to the left. The boys in the middle. And you…you crack the whi— what? Who said that?

CW: Frat AU, implied substance use, mature 18+, MDNI

‘Ain’t a pill that I didn’t take’

Lyrics that feel too familiar tread water between Suguru’s ears. They glide along his skin. Which feels like silk, by the way.

Silk.

Who ever made that is a Nobel laureate.

‘Cause Imma sleep when I R.I.P.’

Euphoria.

Who chose the lights?

They’re vivid. Swarming. Like the walls are a tile dance floor. Yeah. Light picker deserves a Nobel too.

“You are so fucked right now.” His best friend’s sharp ass voice dices his lucid thoughts to smithereens.

“Shut up, Satoru.” He’s not wrong.

“We took the same shit.” Suguru perches on the solo cup ridden kitchen island. Sitting is good.

“Plus, I’m bigger than you.”

“If you wanna compare dicks just say so.” Satoru sneers, he’s cockier when inebriated.

In any other instance when Suguru is of sound mind, Satoru would’ve caught a jab to the chest. But two reasons why that can’t happen.

One, he’s currently tripping balls.

Two, you just walked in.

Like you own the house.

Maneuvering your body around the active pong table. Slipping past the chatty women gawking in their direction. Gearing for attack. Shifty and nervous, but the vodka cranberry is courage elixir.

The boys have about 45 seconds to engage with said women or divert.

But you are currently leaning over the counter reaching for a shot glass well out of your zip code. A little red dress on. All curves, no brakes. With an ass that could make anyone believe in God.

Sorry, girls. Tonight, they are going to divert.

Suguru catches Satoru’s heady gaze. No words needed. They share instincts. The boys have been in stride since the day they met.

They saunter over to the counter you’re mounting. An easy reach for them both.

“Didn’t realize your name was on the lease, princess.”

Satoru plucks the double shot glass down from Mount Everest. Handing it over between two fingers.

Still propped up on the counter with one knee, you peer down at them both. Letting the white noise of utter disinhibition drape the space between you.

Suguru planned on softening Satoru’s blow, but then you smile.

Cavalier and gorgeous.

Like it’s a golden ticket into spaces you don’t belong in.

The answer to questions people don’t realize need asking.

The cure for everything.

And right now? It is. The cure.

Suguru stands stupefied as you brace yourself on his shoulders. Thank God his hands still know what to do. They snake around your tapered waist and pull you to solid ground.

Speak, dumbass.

“You didn’t? It’s in the fine print.” Your voice beats him to it. And is fucking dessert.

Bad for you. Horrible for you. But good in the way self-indulgence is.

You take your shot glass (really, anything in the house is yours if you want it). And steer away to the refrigerator.

Your absence jumpstarts Suguru’s out-of-commission brain.

“Excuse him, he was raised by monkeys. Can I help you find something?”

Suguru and Satoru reposition themselves behind you while you rummage. Bent over at the waist. Head nearly submerged in the pull out freezer.

Are you doing this on purpose?

Are you trying to be a cocktease?

Satoru isn’t even attempting to stop eye-fucking you.

Suguru pulls his tongue ring in and out of his teeth. Anything to stop ruminating on the melody of sounds that’ll fill the room when his hips slam into your ass repeatedly.

“There it is,” you stand back to your full height. Triumphant. Jack Daniels in hand.

Your eyes are pools of quicksand. Why else would Suguru’s mouth feel more stuck than his feet?

“You’re a whiskey, kind of girl?” Satoru smirks, amused at your vice choice.

Again, the boys follow your movements like two expertly trained German Shepards. Flanking you when you settle at the corner of the island. Meticulously over-pouring your first double shot.

“I’m a good time kind of girl.” The way your slender neck tilts back is immoral. Throating the dark liquid like water.

…what else can that throat handle?

“Okay, good time girl wh—“

“Listen.” You snip Satoru’s snide remark at its base. Leaving both of them silent. Watching. Waiting.

“Brad,” you pointedly look at Suguru.

“And Chad,” eyes dagger into Satoru.

“Thank you for the warm welcome but I’m not interested in talking.”

The back of your hand swipes against your full lips. And Suguru can’t seem to pull his eyes off of them.

Satoru, after a moment of stunned silence, lets out his laugh. The one that means you’ve won his undivided attention for the night.

“Close, but no cigar baby. Try again.” Satoru leans onto his forearms. Tilting his intoxicated gaze up at you.

“Right idea, though.” Suguru chimes in. Tongue finally deciding to work.

“Ahh, I hear you loud and clear.” You retort, golden-ticket smile back on your face.

Your nose wrinkles in feigned concentration and Suguru nearly passes out.

Are you really this hot? Or is he just that blasted?

“Preppy,” your hand cups Satoru’s face. And his Adam’s Apple bobs deeply.

Good, Satoru is feeling this as hard as he is.

“And Edgy.” Suguru gawks at the way your lips hang open after your snarky guess at his name leaves your mouth.

Satoru’s wolfish chuckle is what re-tethers Suguru to this dimension. How the fuck is he keeping up with you right now?

“No, no. I got it.” You pipe up.

Placing one hand over each of theirs. Suguru greedily intertwines his long fingers between your petite ones.

“Thunder.” You squeeze Suguru’s hand and his soul nearly leaks out of his dick.

“And Lightening.”

Cotton candy dusts Satoru’s nose to his ears when you look up at him. Suguru can see the vulgar scenarios on cinematic repeat in his best friend’s mind.

And it’s tame compared to the ways Suguru wants to disrespect you.

“We can work with that.” Suguru flashes a smile of his own. Purposefully keeping his tongue ring out of your view.

“And what can we call you?” Satoru probes. Zeroed in because no one else in the room exists.

Your hands return back to your side, and Suguru misses your warmth immediately.

“No name.”

Flippant. Lighthearted like what you said was normal.

“What was that?” Satoru spurts out. Saliva bubbling in his half open mouth.

You glide away from the kitchen. Into the den with bodies colliding. Walls thrumming. Lights strobing.

Delicate hands cup around your mouth. Turning back to face your new guard dogs.

“Not here to talk, boys!”

The three of you are interwined at the center of the crowded room in seconds.

But time is warped.

Because Suguru is traversing Death Zone altitude on the mountain. And Satoru is swimming at Abyssal Zone depth in the ocean.

You are the 8th cardinal sin.

You writhe and undulate your curves in and out of their grasp. Gripping onto Satoru’s neck, strumming his undercut when he’s facing you. Winding your hips against Suguru’s crotch when he’s behind you.

Suguru’s cock has never been this hard, he’s half worried it could snap in half. Hissing against your neck. Groaning behind your ear. So goddamn grateful for the music drowning out his desperation.

But his skin is on fire. He can feel every vessel pulsate.

You are not a want.

You are a need.

“Need you.” Suguru gruffs in your ear. Flickering up to Satoru, who is mirroring his hooded gaze.

Suguru watches your pretty hand trail down Satoru’s chest. Satoru rolls his bottom lip under his teeth. Apt nickname you chose for him, because there are lightening bolts in his eyes.

“Take me upstairs,” you whisper back, tilting up to capture Suguru in your web.

And he is so captured. So entangled.

The boys lead you to Suguru’s bedroom in the frat house. Even though the walk felt like miles, exactly no time passes when you three close the door behind you.

Suguru’s lips magnet to yours. Insatiable in the way he sucks and pulls on your lips. Tongue tasting every corner of your sweet mouth.

Satoru drops his head to the crook of your neck. Sucking bruises. Tracing his large grasp up and underneath your dress. No time or room for manners with how his cock is tenting against its weak restraints.

“So eager, boys.” You giggle in between their hungry kisses.

And you’re right.

It’s embarrassing, their display right now.

But neither one of them have the capacity to stop.

And hold it together.

And lead. Like they both are used to.

“Sorry,” Satoru grunts into the feminine slope of your neck. You let out an airy laugh when he starts to dry hump you. Tickling both of their incapable brains.

You know Satoru is so far gone.

And Suguru is trying to hold on to some semblance of dignity but his cock simply won’t let him. Not the way it’s drenching his sweats with need.

“Take these off.” Melodic instructions fill Satoru and Suguru’s ears the minute you pull away from Suguru’s kiss. Your index finger hooked on both hems.

As if your voice is a Pavlovian trigger, the boys step out of their pants and boxers.

Rock hard. Desperate. Leaking.

Your personal drones.

Suguru can’t swallow the whimper that collides with Satoru’s whine when your hands drop to stroke both of them at the same time. Flickering your eyes between your two toys. Proud of the way their cocks are twitching and pumping beads of precum into your hands.

“God, pretty girl.”

“Fuck, princess.”

Satoru and Suguru are dizzy with heat.

Just in time for you to drop to your knees. Dragging your closed, lipsticked lips along Suguru’s up curve.

“Please,” Suguru whispers.

You’re evil.

And you ignore him. Dragging your soft, warm hand up the length of his shaft. Interjecting butterfly kisses in between. Working Satoru’s length in your other hand. Drawing punched out moans from the boys. Chests heaving. Clipped breaths. Pitiful.

“On your knees, Lightning.” You beckon Satoru, while teasing his counterpart.

Satoru doesn’t hesitate for a second. He couldn’t if he wanted to. Propped on his knees, he stares into the side of your face. Awaiting further instruction.

“Kiss me,” you demand, circling your lips around Suguru’s sensitive tip for the first time. Evoking a loud hiss.

Satoru’s eyes widen. Your words startle the breath out of him.

The lights are dim but Suguru doesn’t miss the blossoming cherry red flush. Spreading along his toned shoulders.

Your wet lips dragging along his swollen cockhead pulls Suguru’s eyes away from his celestial best friend.

“Mmmgh f..fuck baby,” Suguru chokes out at your slow, mean ministrations.

“Don’t be shy, Lightening.” Your tongue tickles his lead pipe with every spoken word around his girth.

Suguru’s eyes fall to your hand. Now working its way up Satoru’s length. His core involuntarily curls into your sudden touch. Gossamer thin whine tumbling out of his lips. Suguru catches the way Satoru digs his fingernails into his milky skin.

And his cock twitches against your lips at the sight.

“Kiss me,” You beckon Satoru again, dragging your tongue up Suguru’s length.

“I—I…“ Satoru stammers. Hips stuttering against your fist. Static fills Suguru’s head.

He’s never seen him this docile. This pliant. It’s a mind fuck.

No, no.

The way Satoru pulls his eyes up to meet his gaze in that moment is a mind fuck.

Is he hallucinating?

It’s like Suguru is seeing Satoru for the first time.

Instead of being side by side, he’s across the street. Catching a glimpse of a God. Walking amongst men.

Satoru’s expression has earned permanence in his brain. Snowy halo of hair. Long, palatial lashes fanning the Aegean Sea in his eyes. A mosaic of lust, desire, a little shame.

Seeking permission.

Seeking approval.

He is otherworldly.

Vulnerable and soft. On his knees. Needy. It makes Suguru want to ram his cock past those pouty, swollen lips.

But..but that’s wrong. Right?

They’re best friends. Fucking soulmates. They don’t..they don’t do that.

But the way he’s pouting.

God.

Glassy eyed and helplessly turned on. Rutting his hips into your hand.

Fuck.

“Fuck,” Suguru mutters. A surge of his arousal landing on your tongue. Eliciting a breathy giggle in response.

Followed by an out of body experience for the next few minutes.

Suguru’s hand wires into Satoru’s cloud soft locks. Gentle grasp between the slender webspaces.

“So pretty.” He rasps through the nails in his throat.

Satoru’s pupils blow out at the praise. All but purring into his touch. Suguru barely applies any force and Satoru crashes his lips onto yours with Suguru’s thick head in between.

Filthy.

Nasty dirty vulgar sounds fill the room. Suguru’s constant stream of precum dripping onto your tongue, Satoru’s tongue. Raining down on your puffy, full tits.

You two exploring each other’s lips.

Satoru’s angry length, squelching against your hand.

It’s too much. It’s too fucking much.

“Such a good boy.”

Your dulcet voice is a tornado decimating Suguru’s brain. He has to blink a few times to realize that the praise wasn’t meant for him.

It was directed at Satoru.

Who is desperately — eagerly — throating Suguru’s dick. Nose flaring. Diamond tears rolling down his blushing cheeks. Unintelligible garbles dribbling out the corners of his mouth.

“Sa—Satoru, mmgh, god shit, shit.” Suguru’s hips take a cruel pace down his Person’s throat.

“Mmm, Satoru.” You murmur into his ear. Tasting your new discovery.

“Look how much Thunder likes fucking that mouth of yours.”

Satoru’s tears splash against Suguru’s sex. But he opens his throat anyway. Swallowing his rod. Filthy bulge in the column of his throat.

“Ahh, god..baby..” Suguru huffs when your devilish little hands tug at a palm full of his hair.

When did you get next to him?

Doesn’t matter.

Yet another natural disaster destroys Suguru’s brain when you push your tongue back into his mouth. While he violates Satoru’s mouth.

The wire in Suguru’s stomach coils. Lava surges through every vessel in his body. Groin welling with a deep, carnal pressure. Everything feels too fucking good.

“Fuck, oh god fuck. I’m I—g—“

“Cum for me, baby.”

You kiss your hushed command into Suguru’s mouth. His hips come to a screeching halt. Both hands down in Satoru’s hair, grazing along his undercut.

Suguru tilts his chin to the ceiling. Thick loose mane tickling his mid back. Vision completely dark. He has no idea if he’s still in Satoru’s mouth. Or where his cum is landing. All he knows is death by pleasure right now.

You press your moist lips into Suguru’s neck.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” Sweet words reverberate against Suguru’s skin.

His head slowly comes back to earth. And just as his eyes pull back open — a shudder and blinding light assaults his vision. Up close.

“Woah, what the hell?”

Suguru is met with a Polaroid camera. Printing evidence of his nirvana. His brows crawl together defensively.

“What do you—“

“Relax, thunder.” You coo with that smile that’s decadent, beautiful poison.

You step over a dazed Satoru. Still on his knees. Lazily stroking up his neglected hard cock.

Suguru’s eyes track you to his bed. You place the developing film on the nightstand.

“These are for your eyes only.”

“I don’t mind.” Satoru huffs. Rising to his feet. Deep within your trance. You could’ve asked him to cut off an arm and he’d offer you both.

Satoru would follow you into Hell if you demanded it.

Suguru would too.

“Boys, come.” You curl your finger at them. And pairs of feet move.

“Thunder, why don’t you put that tongue ring to good use. While I take care of pretty little Satoru.”

His name on your lips snaps something buried in his soul. Satoru steps to the head of the bed. Leaning against the wall. Cock heavy with his seed. A string of arousal hanging low from his tip.

You make a dramatic show to catch Satoru’s leaking string of cum before it wastes on Suguru’s sheets.

“You’re fucking filthy, princess.” Satoru hisses. He can’t remember the last time he’s blinked the whole night.

You smile around his bulbous tip, then pull him into your warm heat in one go.

And fuck, Satoru can feel you sucking through to his throat.

His whimpers sound so pathetic in his ears. But he is so lust-drunk he couldn’t care less.

One look down and he sees his best friend whining underneath your precious cunt. As you circle your hips around Suguru’s metal-clad tongue. Taking your pleasure directly from his mouth.

Suguru’s half hard sex pulsates against his perfectly toned abs. Satoru has to look away. His orgasm threatening to come too soon.

“Mmmnggh, so good with your tongue, Thunder.” You gurgle around Satoru’s length.

Arousal flavored saliva driveling down your chin. The sensation drives Satoru to piston his hips until his tip abuses the limit of your dainty throat.

You shouldn’t have any space to breathe, much less talk.

“Pl-please. Suguru. Name’s Suguru.”

“Say his name baby.” Satoru’s order is low. Raptorial. Hips bucking wildly into your mouth. Heat crashing into his groin.

He’s so close. He’s—

“S-Suguru.”

And Satoru dives off your cliff edge. Hearing his Person’s name tumble out of your mouth and around his cock snapped his self-control in half.

Ropes off thick, warm heat spill out the side of your mouth. Staining your bunched up dress, the sheets and everything in between.

“S-so close,” you huff, humping Suguru’s tongue more aggressively.

A familiar camera shudder and solar bright light fans your outstretched neck. Capturing your cum-stained ascension.

You flash Satoru a knowing smirk. Another beam of light aimed in his face before he tosses your camera off to the side.

Satoru crashes his lips into yours. Eager to taste himself off your mouth.

Your bodies move in perfect tandem. Satoru kisses your peak from your lips while Suguru coaxes your wet orgasm onto his tongue. Your high drenches Suguru and the sheets around him.

The three of you piece yourselves together. Completely plaited within each other’s warm, moist limbs. Basking in the serotonin showers misting you three in post-coital bliss.

No one remembers, but you wish each other sweet dreams before the fog settles. And the night re-claims you to sleep.

——

Sunlight is downright offensive.

Suguru forces his heavy lids open.

7: 43 AM

Fucking, hell.

A freight train is currently doing laps in Suguru’s mind. He flickers around the room. Haphazard clothes. Strewn socks. Satoru in Suguru’s 06 hockey jersey. Long limbs nearly dangling off the other side of his bed.

Suguru glances down, somehow dressed only in Satoru’s black sweats

There’s a tiny sliver of space between their sodden bodies. Where you must’ve slept.

Right.

You.

Heaven’s fallen angel.

You used to be God’s favorite. No way you still are.

Not with how fucking sinful you looked in that red dress.

Snapping polaroids.

Taking their souls for play.

Then having the audacity to leave them on the nightstand when you were through.

Suguru met The Devil last night.

And she was…exquisite.

“Fuck, my head.” Satoru groans, rolling over to face his dark-haired soulmate.

Suguru watches his eyes flutter open. And something within him catches.

How has he not noticed how beautiful this boy is before?

“Here,” A glass of ice water, still sweating from condensation is waiting on Suguru’s nightstand. He takes a long sip before passing the lifeblood to Satoru.

Satoru briefly meets Suguru’s gaze. Before averting, pretty mulberry blush flooding his face.

“Was last night…real?” Satoru asks after an extended sip.

Suguru meets his question with silence. Preoccupied with picture proof.

Three polaroids neatly arranged on the nightstand.

The first one is of Suguru. Hair moused, framing his intoxicated gaze. Remnants of his orgasm oozing from the still shot. Lips puffy and abused. Cheeks flushed. Suguru can barely recognize the man in the photo.

His eyes dance to the cursive label at the bottom:

Thunder

Alias: “Suguru”

A wry chuckle escapes his lips. He passes his photo to Satoru.

The next polaroid is of his Person. Post orgasm haze heavy in his eyes. He managed to get his 10,000-kilowatt smile perfectly in the selfie. Also flushed. Also completely debauched. The blue in his eyes reflected nearly translucent.

He’s a fucking masterpiece, that boy.

Suguru knows what to expect at the bottom of Satoru’s polaroid:

Lightening

Alias: “Satoru”

“Shit man, these are amazing.” Satoru murmurs, intently studying Suguru’s polaroid. Absentmindedly accepting his.

“They are.” Suguru agrees, unknowingly holding his breath while pulling your polaroid into view.

And of course.

It’s blurry.

The only thing in focus is your graceful, arched neck, specks of Satoru’s finish glistening on your skin. Merlot red dress, pulled far below your breasts. Only thing pictured is the apex of your cleavage. Leaving Suguru’s mind to spiral into lucid memory of the rest of your silhouette.

“Who…was that?” Satoru muses. Eyes now on the ceiling. Undoubtedly having the exact same swarm of flashbacks flood his mind.

Suguru rolls your Polaroid between his index and long finger. The bottom of the photo reading:

No Name

A lazy smile tugs on the corner of his lips.

You are something else.

Supernatural, almost.

“She’s a girl with no name.”

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subbypeterparker · 1 year

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Hazel Callahan x fem!reader smut headcannons

ugh look at my girlfriend, she’s so 🤭

repost since it didn’t work out…

She’s 100% a switch and I take no criticism. She’s such a pleasure dom, it’s actually dizzying, yet she can also be the cutest sub ever, all desperate and whiney

She’s inexperienced for sure, but she’s such an easy learner, especially when it comes to someone else’s pleasure

Hazel has a tendency to be insecure, especially about her looks, performance, almost anything, no matter how many times you tell her she’s perfect (and she really is)

Maybe tied into her insecurities, she’s big on praise, both ways. She loves being called beautiful, and being praised for absolutely everything there is about her

She’s such an angel, and whenever she’s near you, she can’t help but praise you for being so pretty, so sexy, so good for her, anything. Every time she sees you, she can’t even believe you’re hers

“You’re doing so good baby, so pretty for me, so beautiful” is her most repeated sentence, and you never tire of hearing it, especially when she’s all breathless and fucked out while saying it

Breathplay is maybe her biggest kink, and whether she’s giving or receiving it, she’ll love it

The light grips on each others throats when you’re too desperate to do anything else, or clamping your thighs around the others head, so drunk on the pleasure that neither of you can help it

The small noises that leave your mouths when you realize the loss of breath, and the moans that get caught in your guys’ throats

Holding. down. your. wrists. Oh my god, let me tell you, to her, nothing looks better than to have you pinned under her, unable and unwilling to move

Being underneath her is the single sexiest thing ever, and she knows you love it as much as she does

Hazel will get so cocky and proud seeing you underneath her, and takes her time teasing and touching you, knowing you’re enjoying it as much as she is

“Look at you underneath me…so perfect…so pretty…” with giggles and sloppy kisses when she can breath from being flustered at you lying underneath her

She’s definitely not opposed to being pinned down by you (it’s the sub in her), and she’ll have the cutest smiles and giggles from being so flustered

Something about being pinned down by you just has Hazel preening into your hands, excited and begging you to do anything you want to her

She's very awkward to be honest, but the more experienced she is, the cockier and more dominant she'll be

Don't get me wrong though, sex with her is full of laughter and jokes, since neither of you can stop smiling when you're together

She can be so shy during it, but a few praises and touches by you, and she’ll be blushing and comfortable for more

She’s such a big fan of marking, and leaving as many hickies as she safely can on your neck. Something about you wanting to show people you’re hers makes her so happy and proud, she won’t be able to stop

Hazel is such a fan of body worshipping, and is completely obsessed with running her hands all over any part of your body she can, she can never get enough of it

Her goddamn chains. Holy shit. They’re genuinely enough to have a girl drooling and on her knees (it’s me, I’m the girl)

She gets so cocky when they hang over your face as she fucks you, and will go crazy if you pull her in for a kiss with them

God, the way they shimmer and highlight her collarbones and neck, displaying perfectly her skin that’s bare and ready for you to mark up

Now, speaking of someone being on their knees…

She’s a goddamn giver when it comes to that, nothing to her tastes better than you, and she won’t stop until you’re so overstimulated, you’re crying

Hazel’s an amazing learner, as previously mentioned, and thrives off of learning how to make you feel so fucking amazing

Believe me, learning to eat pussy is amazing, and trust that Hazel doesn’t shy away from going batshit crazy, and diving in like the lesbian she is

As for receiving, that’s when she starts to lose her edge, and becomes a puddle for you

Eating her out will make her become such a sweet sub for you, who’s only thoughts are staying where she is so you’ll keep touching her

She’ll be squirming and grabbing onto anything she can in desperation, whether it’s the sheets, a desk she’s on top of, your hair, anything she can reach

Honestly, the only sight better than her back arching while you touch her, is her pretty face looking up at you from between your thighs

She has the biggest puppy eyes known to man, and they look even prettier than normal when she’s crying and all desperate for your touch

Especially when she has those dark bruises on her face from the fight club (like her look during the football game, which was so…)

She’s such an angel with aftercare, always too obsessed with if you’re okay, and never paying attention to her needs

You never let that happen though, and the rest of your time together is spent lying down, eating, and watching tv together until you both fall asleep

#subbypeterparker #hazel callahan #hazel callahan smut #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan x you #ruby cruz #wlw #lesbian

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shootingstarwritings · 1 year

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"Hey bro, how does a crew battle work...?"

Hey, it's me again! The name's James. Last time we checked up like this, I hopped my roommate's body so he'd get better at fighting games. His name's Korrin, but he prefers Kor.

I gotta admit, these powers were a pretty sweet deal. He suddenly had a brand new genre to enjoy and I got to play with his body every once in a while. Seemed like a win-win, right?

Well, we got caught up talking just a bit too much shit during one of the weeklies. Think I ended up messing with my roommate's personality a bit too much while I was jerking off as him. He was far cockier than before I started taking over.

"Yeah, that's right. $500 crew battle," said Kor, flexing his muscles through the tight t-shirt I had mind-fucked him into preferring to wear. "Me and James could beat the shit outta everyone in this venue. Easy."

I wrapped an arm around his shoulder, saying, "Chill the hell out before you spend all our rent money," through clenched teeth. In response, he leaned over and gave me a deep kiss before talking more shit.

We didn't have to play everyone in the venue, but now we were stuck in a 4v4 crew battle; and Kor had successfully pissed off just about everyone who was a regular. We had two weeks to find two other guys to fill out our team or we'd be going hungry for the next month.

The ride home was quiet, although Kor didn’t seem to mind. He stared straight ahead, one hand on the steering wheel while another was on my thigh. Occasionally, he would squeeze while smiling at me. The way his eyes lit up whenever we were together dazzled me. I couldn’t stay mad at him, especially when it was my fault he was the way he was.

"Aww, don’tcha worry," said Kor as he massaged my shoulders, another trait I had bestowed him. My bed was a bit small for the two of us, and Kor had often wondered out loud if we could fit a queen sized bed in my room. “I’m sure we’ll find some guys. Even if they’re dead weight, you and me can wipe the floor with everyone there.” Before I could say anything, he leaned over and kiss my neck. I shivered, toes curling as he greedily licked one of my more sensitive spots.

After I let out a few… unbecoming moans, Kor pulled away and tittered. “Love making you cry out like that,” he said in a sensual tone. “Well, good night. Gotta get to the gym early tomorrow.”

As the door to his room shut close, I stared up at the ceiling and sighed. I had a few other friends that liked games, but they had no interested in fighting games like me. Of course, that had never stopped me before…

Two weeks should be enough time to make two pros, right?

The first guy on my list was Jason. He was a buddy of mine that I met in college. Smart, kind, and eager to show off the gains he'd made at the gym. "I spent three years to get this bod," he had bragged to me, showing off his toned and sweaty torso. Even so, he still enjoyed playing games, particularly RPGs. He was always throwing one my way or another--with tons of fan translations and cryptic guides as well.

I'd have to play one of them to completion one of these days to thank him for the service he was about to provide.

The night after Kor made his bet, I made my move. I locked my door and focused on flying. My body slowly lost its weight, density, and then mass in general. Skin peeled away and disappeared into dust, waiting for the chance to reform once my mission was complete. Organs twisted into neat little knots that blinked out of existence. My bones ground up against each other before vanishing.

It was only during those few precious moments that my soul was free. I sailed through the sky, unable to feel the wind on my face yet elated all the same. The moon was so close to my fingertips that it felt unfair that I couldn't grasp it. However, I knew exactly what I could grip instead.

I phased through Jason's apartment with little issue and found himself soon afterward. He was playing a battle simulator without a shirt on. "It's about a 73% to one-hit KO," he muttered to himself as he clicked through an innumerable amount of tabs. I knew for a fact some of them were months old and untouched for just as long.

Probably another habit I’d have to kick, but it was hard to focus on that when I kept focusing on that tight body he had. I would’ve licked my lips of I had any in that form. Not wanting to waste any more time, I hopped into him.

“Hnng…! Ahhh…hah…!” Jason let out a moan, tongue sticking out involuntarily as a shiver of pleasure ran all throughout his body. “Wh-what the fuck—is happening—“ Jason moaned as he turned around and began to hump his seat cushions. “AH! NRGH AAAAAHHHH!” Any words Jason would’ve tried to cry out were soon overpowered by panicked pants of pleasure. His hands, which would’ve normally reached for his phone to call for help, could only play with his chest and sensitive nipples.

My will overpowered his own, but Jason didn’t seem to mind. He kicked off his shoes, socked toes curling up in pleasure, and rubbed his trembling body all over the coach. “I-I…! K-Keep go—OOAHH—Keep going!” He said, panting and laughing the whole time. His back arched once more as he let out a strangled scream while his erect cock spewed semen all over his shorts. Jason, mind drowning in a hurricane of euphoria curtesy of me, collapsed covered in a sweaty, semen-covered mess.

Eventually, I opened my new eyes and felt my chiseled body. “Mmm, oh Jason. Let’s get your hand-eye coordination to my level.” As I began to strip so I could play in the nude, I saw angry DMs from Jason’s opponent.

Smirking, I walked over to the laptop and messaged him back. “Sorry bro, too busy playing games and fucking bussy to play with a pussy like you. GG you win, loser.”

I laughed as I got another stream of profanities from Jason’s old opponent, but I didn’t care. I was covered in sweat, smelling like a real man, while I was playing my favorite game.

Once Jason was done and truly mind-fucked, I had one more person I needed to visit.

#male possession #male body possession #ghost possession #spirit possession #astral projection possession

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jejuboo-s · 1 year

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JUST A SIP.

PAIRING: Vampire!J. Wonwoo x F. Reader

W. COUNT: 1.4K

GENRE: Complete smut, nothing much else

SUMMARY: While shaving your legs up to your thighs in the shower, you accidentally wound yourself, blood spilling out of the small cut. In a hurry, you contemplate on going outside and asking Wonwoo to help. But you really couldn’t. Why? Because your boyfriend was a vampire.

EXPLICIT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT MINORS DNI.

WARNINGS: Name calling (pretty, whore, etc.), mention of razor (for shaving), obvious mention of blood, Wonwoo is kinddaaa mean, slapping (face), Wonwoo gets cockier as reader gets needier, consent is sexy, cum-play, reader puts up with Wonwoo’s shit easily, she/her + female genitalia used/referenced

A/N: long.. long overdue. i haven’t done a work over 1k since my mingyu “stop kissing me please” and that was like two months ago, if i remember correctly. please do let me know what i could make better and if you have any suggestion for me in the near future, thank you. >3<

You hissed, looking at your thigh, you noticed a large cut from your razor. Feeling hot water fall from your shower head back onto your thigh just made the situation even more uncomfortable, so you decided to finish up your shower and head to your bedroom quickly.

Wrapping a towel around your exposed and wet body, you slowly realized that you really weren’t supposed to be going out of the bathroom with blood dripping from your thigh. Especially with Wonwoo home. You see, your boyfriend was a vampire. Although some things were harder to do with your irregular boyfriend, it didn’t stop you from acknowledging how kind, smart, caring, and handsome he was.

But really, you didn’t know how to really… approach this situation. You had two options, one seemed better than the other, yet the so-called “better” one would end up having more cons.

Option A: Turn off the shower, try grabbing a paper towel and wetting it to pat on the cut. Wait until all the blood has been patted off (estimated around ten minutes).

Cons? It would sting like hell, well, sure it’d sting even more if you got Wonwoo to do it with rubbing alcohol (if he could even withstand just looking at the wound), but it was always better for another person to do it. Plus, all the bacteria you’d imagine could contaminate the cut.. just. gross.

Option B: Walk outside with your towel, disturbing Wonwoo in whatever activity he’s doing inside of the living room. Also, interrupting whatever craving he had before and substituting it with your blood.

There technically weren’t many cons, but the last time he’d had your blood was when you two began dating, and let’s just say; it didn’t end so painlessly.

“Baby? Wonwoo?” You called out from inside the bathroom, loud enough for him to hear, quiet enough to not disturb him.

“Hm? Pretty, why don’t you get out of the bathroom to talk to me? You know I like face-to-face conversation better than ones in between walls.”

“Well uhm, do.. Do you still have that rubbing alcohol? And an uhm, a bandage?” You asked meekly.

“Why, are you.. are you bleeding?..” He paused in between his words, and you could tell he did because of the lack of noise coming from whatever activity he’d been doing before.

“Yeah, I just accidentally cut myself while shaving,” you bit your lip. “And there’s nothing really in the cabinets to help. So.. I assumed that asking you would be best.”

“Baby, you do know I don’t wanna hurt you. I haven’t tasted your blood, that rich blood for two years..” His mouth almost watered thinking about it. “I could go overboard and I want to put you over anything else.”

“You know, I wouldn’t mind if you took a small sip.. It’s fine, really, you always do so much for me. It’s unfair for you to give me everything I want but not vice-versa.”

Silence filled the air.

“Come out here.”

Although so bold with your words, inside you were quite the nervous wreck. You opened the door knob with caution, your attention turning to Wonwoo, who had some cheap Netflix show paused.

“Where’s the cut?” you pointed to your inner thigh while your boyfriends’ undivided attention went to the tempting bloody wound.

“So, what you’re basically telling me is that you want me to suck an intimate part of your body free of blood,” that same blood rushed to your cheeks and down to an even more intimate part of your body. “How naughty.”

You sat down on the couch, manspreading. “May I?” Wonwoo asked. It was obvious he wouldn’t take no as an answer by the way his mouth hovered over the cut. But either way, you’d still utter the words.

“Yes.”

Wonwoo sunk his tongue onto the cut, making sure not to waste any last drop, since he knew he’d probably never have this chance again in a while.

On the other hand, you, with your hand trembling scratching at his head, it felt—somewhat pleasurable. Way more pleasurable than it did when he first fed off of you.

“Oh, ‘Woo.. Fuck,” you moaned feeling his warm tongue on the cool patch of body. “Didn’t expect it to be this good..”

He looked up at you after ridding of all the blood dripping down your thigh, with bloody lips, he hovered over your neck and left kiss marks all over.

“M gonna bite you, please, stand still.”

Your neck fell back, providing more space for him to do his thing. Wonwoo let his sharp canines graze over your neck to find a place where he wouldn’t puncture a vein. Before sinking his teeth in, he paused.

“I beg, stand still, you’re shaking subconsciously baby. I promise ‘m not gonna hurt you.”

You tried your hardest but still, it wasn’t enough to ensure that Wonwoo wouldn’t accidentally sink his teeth into the wrong part of your neck. So he just kept a grip on your neck and shoulders.

And then he sank his teeth in.

First: it hurt, it hurt like a bitch. You swore you wouldn’t get used to it, but you still let Wonwoo drink from you like the good girlfriend you were. You just kept an insane clutch on his back, probably breaking skin in the process of doing so.

After a minute or so, your body felt lighter, like a feather, almost. You felt dizzy, not the nauseous type of dizzy; but really, just a feel good type of dizzy. The more he drank, the less pain there was. It was getting substituted with pleasure, it seemed.

“Wonwoo…” You croaked out, hands traveling from his hair and back and hair again. You didn’t know what to do, really, you were in a situation overwhelmed with pleasure.

Your hips bucked and grinded on his pelvis, in response to this, he loosened his grip on your shoulder, bringing it down to your hips, making sure to keep them still while he feeds.

“Woo, babe, hurry. ‘Wan you in my mouth, pretty please..”

Feeling a shadow tower over you, you opened your eyes to see your boyfriend no longer all over your neck, but with bloody teeth and an even bloodier mouth. You brought up your hand to wipe it off, only to just smear blood on his cheek.

God was he hot.

“Good girls wait patiently, don’t they? Fuckin’ whore. You know I haven't tasted your blood in a while, you could’ve been at least a little patient but no, you want to warm up ‘Woos fat cock don’t ya?”

His words hurt, but they also made you all the more horny. You wasted no time in getting off of the couch and letting yourself fall to your knees, your pretty little tongue peeking, waiting for him to take off his briefs.

Although having seen Wonwoo’s cock for the umpteenth time this year, you’d never get over how pretty it looked, hard and covered in precum. Just imagining how far inside he’d be with his dick covered in your spit was complete heaven.

“Open a little more, baby.” He held your chin down, watching as it fell slack with one simple command.

He slid inside, moaning, feeling your cheeks hollow out onto the sides of his dick. It took you a second to stop gagging, sure he wasn’t the longest you’d ever had, but he sure was veiny and thick.

“Oh my fuck,” he kept one hand tangled in your hair and the other to comb his hair back. “You look so damn pretty sucking dick, my dick and only mine.”

You let go with a pop, spit dribbling down your chin and down to your cleavage, his cum filling your mouth. Caressing your rosy pink cheek, he then landed a harsh slap on the flesh.

“C’mere.” Wonwoo held your chin, lifting yourself by your hands, he pressed a long and open-mouthed kiss on your lips, liquid seeping through eachothers’ mouths.

The sturdy towel that’d been holding on for life onto your body finally fell, your boobs pressing onto his shirt whilst deep into the kiss.

Pulling away, a string of saliva and the heavy cloud of lust was the only thing that connected you two, and, well, that bite mark of yours he’d left on your neck.

“God, I love you Wonie.” You gasped, trying to catch and steady your breath. He grinned back, now staring at unbroken skin on your neck.

“Right. So, round two?”

#.leeworks #wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #seventeen smut #kpop smut #wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #kpop x reader #smut #seventeen x reader #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo fanfiction #wonwoo x y/n

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roses-r-rosie3 · 1 year

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Baby I

Jason Todd x M!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Slow-burn, swearing

Summary: Jason and the reader (Katana’s younger cousin), having a frenemies relationship and they both slowly start catching feelings for each other but they don’t want to admit it to each other

Quote: “Wait- hold on- you beat me by kissing me?”

A/n: I was very inspired by Kitana from Mortal Kombat (what a coincidence)

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A lot of people knew you as “Gunsen” or (the one you hated the most) “Katana’s sidekick”. But what people didn’t know, was that you were Katana’s younger cousin. She took you in when your parents died. Of course, she taught you how to defend yourself.

After she took you in, she trained to become her sidekick, which basically meant you had to practice with 50 different weapons. And you learned all of them pretty quickly, but one weapon stood out to you, the war fans, also known as a Gunsen, which is where you got your vigilante name from. You knew how to use other weapons, but the war fans felt more natural to you.

So after years of you training with her, she decided that you were ready. She didn’t let you go out on your own at first because well… obviously why would you let a teenager out fighting people in the streets by their self? But boy, when you were in action, you were more than capable of taking care of yourself.

Katana was like the older sister you never had. The two of you would constantly take care of each others wounds when you got home, annoyed each other, and overall just took care of each other.

When Katana knew you were trustworthy enough (which took years), she let you go out on patrol on your own. You eventually moved out of her house to make a name for yourself, and she completely understood. You still kept contact with her because, one, she’s your family, and two, she was more experienced than you.

When you were finally used to going solo, you stopped going after henchmen/goons, and started to go for the actual villains of Gotham. You were not ruthless, but you weren’t known as merciful either. If you killed someone, you killed someone, if you didn’t, you didn’t. But yet, you were still the opposite of Katana, you were a bit more cockier/sassier than her.

On one certain day, you were informed that the penguin had a plan to smuggle illegal weapons to his warehouse, and you couldn’t let that happen.

That night, you snuck into the warehouse, and you listened in to the conversation with the penguin and his henchmen. Unfortunately, you couldn’t listen in for long because someone with a red helmet came bursting through the window.

You took a closer look and realized it was the vigilante, red hood. You’ve heard of him, but you didn’t really know him all too well. But what you did know, was that he had some temper problems, and that meat-head was going to ruin your plans.

Shit.

You had no choice but to go down there and help him fight the Penguin’s henchmen. As soon as you dropped down you pulled out your war-fans and started to fight, trying to make your way to Penguin.

“So are you here to stop Penguin or do I have to kill you too?” Jason asked.

“You? Kill me? Don’t make me laugh. But yes, I’m here to stop Penguin” you chuckled.

“What are you gonna do? Fan me?” Jason laughed.

You were annoyed with him at that point, so you opened your fan and sliced one of the goon’s throat.

“Now what do you think?” You smirked.

“Whatever” Jason mumbled.

After the fight was done, and the Penguin was sent to arkham asylum. You and Jason started to build a “frenemies” type of relationship, weither it be beating each other to the other’s missions. But as the rivalry grew, the more you two grew closer to each other.

It wasn’t until you had a mission to go to one scarecrow’s warehouse and stop him from releasing one of his new fear chemicals. You never took scarecrow seriously, even with all the things that Katana warned you about. I mean, he was just a normal guy at the end of the day.

When you entered the warehouse, Jason immediately landed next to you. You rolled your eyes as you looked at him.

“Hood, still copying me I see” you said as you snuck deeper into the warehouse.

“I didn’t even know you were coming here, so technically, you’re copying me” Jason smirked as he followed you.

“F-”

“Shh” Jason shushed you as he pointed at a door that was left wide open.

You both snuck into the room and the door immediately shut behind you. Jason quickly pulled out his gun and pointed it towards the door, but no one was there. You looked cautiously around the room and you noticed that there was a safe and different viles with what you assumed was scarecrows failed attempts of his new fear gas.

You walked towards the safe and tried to unlock it with all of the combinations you could think of, while Jason stood there watching the door. You tried everything you knew, and none of them were working, and you were starting to get more and more frustrated.

“Did you try 1234 yet?” Jason asked.

“What type of psychotic villain would hide their new fear gas into a vault, and make the passcode 1234? It’s can’t be that easy” you mumbled.

“Would you please just try it, I’m getting impatient” Jason said.

You just rolled your eyes as you typed in the passcode.

“I’m telling you it’s not gonna-”

The safe unlocked and you were shocked. Wow, even the joker would have been smarter than this. You could just feel Jason’s cocky little smirk.

“What did I tell you?” Jason smirked.

“Shut up ho-”

As you opened the safe, you were sprayed with a gas, and it burned. You yelled out in surprise/pain. Jason immediately turned to you and tried helping you. But when you opened your eyes, Jason’s face was all mask was cracked and destroyed and his face underneath was mangled.

You screamed out in fear and Jason tried to comfort you the best he could, but you just kept backing away from him. Jason even took off his helmet to try and comfort you. But all of a sudden the intercom blared and a voice started talking over the speaker.

“Hello there hood, I assume that you have Gunsen with you, and if things went according to plan, he opened up my safe, and got a taste of my new fear gas” Scarecrow’s voice said.

“Shit” Jason cursed under his breath.

“You might be wondering why this is my new fear toxin. Well, it works like normal, but, there’s a little kick in the end” Scarecrow laughed and then the intercom stopped.

Jason looked back at you, and you opened your fan and tried to swing at him.

“Gunsen what are you doing?!” Jason shouted.

You didn’t respond at all. You just tried to kill him. As much as Jason hated to admit it, he cared for you, and actually liked you back.

“Gunsen stop! I don’t want to hurt you!” Jason said.

When you tried attacking him with your fans again, but thankfully, Jason managed to knock both of your fans out of your hands. You growled in anger as you charged at him. Jason dodged all of your different attacks, when he saw the opportunity, he grabbed you around the waist held you in place.

He didn’t know what to do, but he could tell you were about to break away from his grip. He instinctively pushed his lips against yours. Neither you or him pulled back. It took a while for Jason to realize that you were still affected by the fear gas, so he pulled out a tranquilizer he brought (don’t ask why) and hit you with it and you passed out.

When you woke up, you were in a bed, and you felt your face.. your mask was gone! You also had a major migraine, the only thing you remembered was opening the safe and everything went black. You quickly got out of the bed, your suit was still on, but where was your mask?! You walked out of the bedroom, and you saw a guy, a very handsome guy, making breakfast.

“Where am I? And where is my mask” You asked.

“Relax, when you opened the safe you got sprayed with scarecrows fear chemical, we fought a little, but me being better than you, I beat you” the man smirked.

That’s when it hit you, that was red hood! You’ve only seen him with his mask on, and he was hot even then, but with his mask off, he looked hotter than you imagined.

“You want any breakfast?” Jason asked while having a cocky smirk on his face.

“Sure” you said.

After the both of you were done eating, you helped him clean up with the dishes. After you were done cleaning, you both sat on his couch watching his tv in silence but all of a sudden a thought popped into your head.

“How did you beat me? From what I’ve gathered, not to toot my own horn, but I’m way better at combat than you” you questioned.

Jason froze for a second. He couldn’t just tell you that he kissed you!

“I don’t know, I just beat you” Jason mumbled.

“Come on! You were just bragging about how much better than me you were! Tell me how” now it was your turn to wear a cocky smirk.

“I just beat you okay?! That’s all you need to know” Jason said.

“Come o-”

“God you need to learn how to shut up” Jason grumbled as he pulled you into a kiss.

You were shocked at first, but then you started to kiss him back.

“That’s how I beat you” Jason said as he looked into your e/c eyes.

“Wait- hold on- you beat me by kissing me?” You stuttered.

“Do you want another example or something?” Jasons smirked.

After that, you two didn’t start dating yet, but your interactions with each other started to get more flirty. So it was sort of like a friends with benefits type of relationship. It also started to become a normal thing for the two of you to go to Jason’s place after patrol and “hang out”. Hell, you two even knew each other’s secret identities.

You two would never want to admit to each other that you had feelings though. It got bad to the point where it was awkward to even talk to each other. You hated this feeling, you wanted to tell him that you liked him, I mean you two have kissed countless of times! But you still haven’t dated yet! And you couldn’t take it anymore. So after one of your regular hang outs, you finally decided to confess.

“Jay, I have something to say” you spoke up.

“I actually do to” Jason said.

“You wanna say it together?” You asked.

“Sure”

“3…”

“2…”

“1…”

“I want us to be more than just ‘friend’s with benefits’ and I’ve liked you for a while now”

“I’ve actually had a crush on you since we met”

You both sat there in silence, processing what the other just said.

“So… Are we like.. a thing now..?” Jason said awkwardly.

“I guess so” you smiled as you leaned in for a kiss.

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A/n: Sorry that I have not been posting very often :( summer is over now so I’m busier than usual, but my requests are still opened for people who want to request :)

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whispywhimps · 8 months

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Eyes without a face

Pairing: Switch!Farleigh start x Switch!reader, slight Oliver x reader and farleigh x Oliver and a brief mention of Felix x Oliver

Word count: 729 words

Warnings: sexual themes,badly written smut tbh, reader is referred to as mommy once, hair pulling, voyeurism

Summary: You can't help but have a little fun,not when those bright blue eyes are staring right through you

Farleigh Start fucked good, you knew that because once again you found yourself getting fucked into the mattress by the name that is well known all over campus

One thing was bothering you though, the other pair of eyes that were looking at the vulgar situation infront of them . You don't think Farleigh noticed tho,atleast you know he didn't notice you did . You recognised those eyes.

Olive quick .

Felix,Farleigh's cousin , brought him over. Claiming him to be a friend, though you couldn't help but think that their feelings were much stronger then what they let on . But that doesn't matter now, does it? What matters was that the pair of eyes watching the both of you belonged to Oliver . You saw the way Oliver and Farleigh looked at each other. It was always full of lust,want, but not love. The look of love Oliver had in his eyes were saved specially for Felix . You didn't care tho,you and Farleigh weren't exclusive ,he could fuck Oliver and you couldn't give a shit. As long as he fucked you nice and good at the end of the night you were perfectly content with the little agreement you both had.

There you were,on Farleigh's bed. The night isn't different from the ones before, getting your back blown out by Farleigh had become a regular occurrence. During the day you guys throw profanities,start arguments and give each other glares that would have made others felt like you were both ready to murder each other on the spot . The only people who really knew about this little thing you had going with Farliegh were those who were at Saltburn. And that included dear old Ollie. You always found Oliver a little strange . Sure ,he was an attractive guy, and from the personality he lets out he seemed nice,but there was just something deeply unsettling about him. You knew those eyes belonged to him ,no one else had eyes that deep and blue.

You weren't sure if Farleigh knew he was there,but you knew that he didnt notice you did . Since there wasn't any harm,why not have a little fun with Ollie ?

With Farleigh's head buried in your neck,moaning your name in breathy little whines and groans ,you took the opportunity to lock eyes with Oliver and start your little show

Your moans became louder,more pornographic . You shout out Farleigh's name ,mentioning how good he felt and how deep he was in you . You scratch at his back ,making sure to leave nice long red marks on them .

"Fuck Farleigh! Right there baby right there ,feels so good ,so so so good!! Harder ,please Farleigh want more !!" You shouted out,all while your eyes were locked with Ollie . "Yea?? You like this huh baby,love it when I'm inside you like this. Can't even think hm? Feels too good all you can ask for is more , right baby??" Farleigh replied ,his head coming out from your neck so you break your gaze with Ollie to lock eyes with him . He's been getting cockier recently ,maybe it's time you put him in his place .

You lock your ankle underneath Farleigh's calf and turn the each of you around so you were on top of him now . You grip his hair and tilt his head back until he's making eye contact with you,his eyes are shaky and teary, probably from the grip you had on him or the shock from the sudden power change " You've been getting cocky lately huh Farleigh, maybe I ought to put you back in your place ,hm? You want that baby? Want me to put you back in your place?" You make sure to tug his hair extra hard on your last sentence ,making sure he knows you mean it

" M' sorry mommy, please put it back in please I wanna cum so bad please" Farleigh was begging, " youre fucking pathetic yknow that? Begging me to fuck you . Youre a fucking whore of a man" you said before you started moving your hips , effectively riding him while all he could do was sit there and moan like a good for nothing slut

Let's just say that Oliver can't look at you or Farleigh the same anymore . Yet he still wonders how it would feel to be in any one of your positions

#saltburn smut #oliver quick #saltburn #farleigh x reader #farleigh start #farleigh saltburn #farleigh smut #oliver quick smut #farleigh catton

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iris-sistibly · 2 months

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The Targ Talk: House of the Dragon S2

Episode 6 commentary

The way Alicent is surprised that Aemond is also treating her like shit, and her acting like as if she doesn't recognize Aemond anymore, I mean girl...

Show Alicent was manipulated by her father into thinking that Rhaenyra would kill her sons, and I think the reason why she believed him was not only because it was Rhaenyra who exposed Otto and convinced her father to remove that leech from his seat (in exchange of her marrying Laenor), but also because Rhaenyra lied about Daemon not touching her (again, I don't think Rhaenyra trusted her enough to confess about what happened in the brothel and after that because she knew that Alicent is a puppet of her father). In Alicent's perception, if Rhaenyra could do all those things, then what are the chances of her not going as far as getting rid of her half-brothers so no one could challenge her claim to the throne right? So she instilled in her sons' minds about Rhaenyra killing them once she sits on the iron throne, hence their fucked up relationship with their sister (and nephews).

Book version is more straight to the point though, Alicent was so adamant at putting Aegon to the throne that she has taught her own children to hate Rhaenyra and their sons because they were their rivals (apart from Rhaenyra of course). Either way, book or show version, Alicent was still part if not the reason why her sons ended up this way. Slut-shaming Rhaenyra, allowing them to call their sister the whore of Dragonstone, making them feel like they are far more superior because they were born males and has more right to the throne was something she herself taught them. Funny thing is, just like everyone else pointed out, she thought she was exempted from their misogynistic bullshit.

Helaena once again getting dragged into this whole mess was painful to watch. This wouldn't have happened had Alicent agreed to marry her to Jace instead of Aegon, fanfictions and delusions aside, let's face it--Jacaerys would have treated Helaena way better than Aegon ever did. But you know what hurts more? Alicent acting like she cares for Helaena the most yet she allowed this to happen to her.

Aemond Targaryen finally showing his true colors (aka his book version). He has grown cockier since becoming the Prince Regent, but his arrogance will lead him to his demise.

Now that Aegon knows that his life is in danger in the hands of his own brother and enlists the help of Larys, I'm kinda hoping that he'll plot some sort of revenge towards Aemond, and the fight between the brothers would be the key to the greens' downfall.

I am hoping to see a more feisty version of Helaena, the scene where she faced Aemond for the first time since becoming Prince Regent gave me a spark of hope that the writers would give something better for Helaena, some sort of character development that will help her to finally stand up for herself (and her daughter). Also I want to see her riding Dreamfyre even just once.

Seasmoke choosing his rider will always be badass. I agree with what other fans pointed out that he's most likely the father of Dany's dragons since he looks more similar to them compared to Syrax. At least Seasmoke and Syrax were able to do something Leanor and Rhaenyra never did.

Speaking of dragons, it was indeed a crazy idea for Rhaenyra to heed Jace's advice, but with a big-ass grumpy old dragon on the opposing side, they're gonna be needing more dragons. Syrax and Caraxes would have stood a chance against Vhagar considering that Sunfyre is severely injured, Tessarion and Daeron are still MIA. Putting Helaena and Dreamfyre in the battlefield is out of the question/non-negotiable. But because, the Haunting of Harrenhal starring Daemon is like a whole-ass season long, Rhaenyra is still at a disadvantage. She is a dragonrider, but she obviously can't command all of the other dragons. Daenerys was able to do that to all three of her dragons because she wasn't just a dragonrider, she was their mother. Rhaenyra isn't. Having more dragonriders would increase her chances to win the battle, but if Rhaenyra carefully weighs her pros and cons, she'd do something to ensure that none of the dragonseeds would betray her. But then again, if you've read Fire & Blood, you know what happened.

Never underestimate the power of the smallfolk, that is why Otto wanted to get them to the greens' side by using the death of Jaehaerys to paint Rhaenyra as the bad person. But one thing that old prick didn't realize was that he needed to do much more than just earn their sympathy. Having Mysaria on Rhaenyra's side, someone who has lived the life, knows the struggles, and knows exactly what the people need gave Rhaenyra the advantage. By giving them something the greens never did, she successfully provoked the ire of the people towards the usurpers and get their support. The kissing scene between Rhaenyra and Mysaria to me doesn't feel romantic (at least not for now). Though I have to say that the latter is exactly who the queen needs at this point, someone that Daemon should have been for her.

Nice to see Paddy Considine make a cameo in the show. We all know that the Viserys is the person that Daemon loves the most, but the truth is, I expected more action and more thrilling scenes from Daemon this season. Matt Smith didn't lie when he said that we're gonna see a weaker Daemon but I feel like the Haunting of Harrenhal feels...dragging. Maybe I'm not just used to Daemon not committing war crimes but ngl I was expecting him to get his shit together this episode.

Joffrey telling Rhaena that he wants his mother and the scene with the baby dragon are just making my chest tight (knowing what will happen to him and all of the dragons).

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FRAGMENTS OF FEAR — CHAPTER 7: TREASON

WARNINGS: gore mentions

NOTES: i lowkey locked in with this chapter WHY IS IT SO LONG. i also decided to spice things up a bit by having sylvie talk to abigail instead of joey doing it (when abigail says that frank is valdez). i am VERY excited to write the scene where abigail exposes everybody because the drama is going to be REAL.

SUMMARY: now that everyone’s locked inside, sylvie decides to make the decision to talk to abigail herself, something that she regrets. after rickles dies next, sylvie confronts frank, which only leaves her feeling more confused and frightened than she already is.

WORD COUNT: 3,290

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“Come on, Rickles. Hey!”

Rickles was storming straight for the front door, adamant on his decision to leave. Even with Joey calling for him and following after him, he didn’t change his mind one bit. Once he reached the door, he attempted to open it.

Well, unfortunately for him, the door was completely locked. There was no way to get out. In fact, as Rickles attempted to open the door, some sort of silver gate rose up, blocking the door from any sort of access. It was completely shielded by the gate. Everyone stared at the door in confusion. How the hell did that happen?

“Where the fuck did that come from?” Peter asked. He figured that since he was the strongest of the entire group, he probably had a chance at unlocking the door. It was worth a try, at least.

Turns out, being 6’5” and over 200 pounds doesn’t always make somebody the strongest. No matter how hard Peter strained as he tried to break the door free, nothing happened.

Confused, Peter looked up at the door. “What the fuck?”

He turned around to look at Rickles. “Rickles, stand back.”

Rickles took a few steps back, and then Peter threw himself at the gate, trying to use all of his strength in an attempt to successfully break through it. Still, nothing happened. It only resulted in some physical pain that definitely hadn’t been worth it.

“It’s locked,” Peter announced, disappointed.

Frank rolled his eyes. “Thanks, Peter. It’s obviously fuckin’ locked.”

Sylvie and the others watched as Peter still tried to unlock the door. Great, so now everyone was stuck here. Dean had mysteriously been killed, and now the front door was completely unusable. It almost seemed like this entire place was just one big trap.

Frank sauntered over to Sylvie with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “Looks like you’re stuck with me, then.”

Sylvie looked up at Frank, a half-annoyed expression on her face. Seeing that infuriatingly smug grin on his face made her want to just smack him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Maybe she was a coward, maybe it was something else. Either way, the fact she couldn’t make herself do anything about it was bothering her. It was as though her feelings toward Frank were slowly beginning to do a complete 180° in the span of just a few hours.

“And I bet you’re just happy about that, aren’t you?” She asked, trying to sound like a total smart-ass. A snarky response was the most Sylvie could do.

Frank’s smirk grew at Sylvie’s response. He only looked cockier. “Well, I’m certainly not complaining.”

“This whole thing is a trap.”

Frank and Sylvie looked to see Rickles walking away in an obvious hurry. If the front door wasn’t going to be any use, then he figured he’d keep looking. He was determined to get out of this place somehow.

Peter watched as Rickles disappeared. “Rickles! Where’s… hey. Where’s Rickles going?”

“Goddamnit.” Frank hissed under his breath. “Don’t worry about it, Peter. I’ll go after him.”

Peter sighed. “Alright.”

Joey then had an idea. “If Valdez is here, perhaps he checked on the girl and left her there to throw us off…” she speculated.

“I’ll go talk to her.” Sylvie then offered. Right as Joey was about to speak, she was already making her way back up the stairs to the kid’s room.

“Wait—”

Sylvie paused, turning around to look at Joey, who was trying to catch up with her.

“You can’t go in there, Ava.”

“She’s already seen my face. It doesn’t matter.”

Before Joey could say anything else to try and stop Sylvie, she continued on her way.

When Sylvie carefully opened the door, Abigail looked up at her, fearfully clutching a blanket. The sight made Sylvie’s heart clench. She felt really, really bad for the kid. None of this was right at all. She should be at home right now, not locked up in some mansion in the middle of nowhere in Massachusetts.

“What do you… want?” The girl croaked, her voice trembling. “Where’s Joey?”

Sylvie sighed, carefully taking a seat on the edge of the bed, making sure to keep her distance. The last thing she wanted was to make the kid even more afraid than she already was.

“I just need to ask you something,” Sylvie explained, trying to sound as gentle as possible. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I just need to talk to you, okay?”

Reluctantly, the girl slowly nodded. She still seemed wary of Sylvie, but not as much. Well, that was a good sign at least.

“Has anyone else been in this room?” Sylvie then asked.

Abigail paused, then shook her head. “N-no… just you and… Joey… and the man with the glasses…”

Sylvie slowly nodded. Only her, Joey, and Frank had been in the room, apparently. Just to make sure that Abigail was being honest, she decided to press a little more. She knew how scared kids could lie, speaking from her own experience. Sylvie had personally lied a lot as a child to protect herself. If Valdez had come in here, there was the possibility that he could’ve threatened Abigail into keeping his name out of her mouth. Hopefully, that wasn’t the case.

“Are you sure?” Sylvie asked, slowly raising an eyebrow.

Abigail gave a quick nod.

Sylvie sighed. “Nobody else has been in this room, is that correct? By the way, you can be honest. Nobody’s going to hurt you.”

Abigail shook her head. Sylvie tried to search her expression for any sign of hesitation, but… she appeared to be telling the truth. Sylvie couldn’t detect a single sign of dishonesty.

She was about to get up and leave the room when Abigail suddenly spoke up.

“He’s gonna hurt me.”

Sylvie turned around to look at her, noticing how the girl seemed to be completely frightened again. She paused, feeling her chest begin to tighten with concern.

“What do you mean? Who’s gonna hurt you?”

“The man with the glasses.” Abigail continued, her voice growing more panicked. “He said he’s gonna hurt me.”

Sylvie could feel her chest start to tighten even more. “Wait, hold on. Are you telling me the truth?”

Abigail frantically nodded. “Yes! I’m serious… I’m serious. Please… please believe me. I’m really scared. He said I need to keep a secret, or… or he’d hurt me.”

“What secret?”

What she said next made Sylvie’s heart just about drop to her stomach.

“He said he works for my father… he said his name’s… Valdez.”

Fuck.

Sylvie didn’t know what to believe. Sure, Frank was a cold-hearted bastard in all honesty… but a ruthless murderer? Maybe she was just in denial, but she couldn’t picture him doing what had been done to Dean. She wasn’t sure if he was that sadistic, that cruel. The idea of Frank working for Lazar and being a brutal killer was enough to make Sylvie sick to her stomach.

If it was all true… then what else did Sylvie not know about Frank?

“You’re not just saying that, right?” She carefully asked.

Abigail looked so afraid that she seemed as though she was about to break down in tears. She fervently nodded again. “I’m telling the truth, I promise!”

Sylvie had to get out of there. She couldn’t bring herself to hear anything else. She didn’t want to hear anything else.

But, as she started to head for the door, Abigail spoke up again.

“Why are you surprised?”

Sylvie was starting to feel increasingly agitated. She turned around again, suddenly sick of hearing the child’s voice. “What the hell do you mean?” She asked, sounding almost irritated. She instantly regretted it.

“He’s a very bad man. I think you know that.”

Sylvie had enough. Quickly, she rushed out of the room and shut the door, her mind struggling to process everything she had just heard. None of it made sense. None of it seemed… real. She leaned against the door, trying to steady her breathing.

What am I supposed to do now?

As Sylvie remained there, her back pressed against the door, she tried to think. As she reflected on Abigail’s words, she thought about what she said about Frank working for Lazar. As she thought about it… she reluctantly realized that it made sense. She remembered back to when she and Frank were talking earlier, how he had admitted to leaving his old life behind.

What if he had been referring to working for Lazar?

The more Sylvie thought about it, the more sick she felt. She didn’t want to think about it anymore. Maybe the kid’s just lying because she’s scared.

But… why would she say something like that?

Why are you surprised? He’s a very bad man. Those words kept repeating in Sylvie’s brain. But… what confused her the most was Abigail’s next words after that, “I think you know that.” What the hell had she meant by that? I think you know that? Sylvie didn’t even know who the fuck the girl was.

What was even worse was that she was right — Sylvie knew that Frank wasn’t a good person. But… “a very bad man?” What the fuck— nevermind. She was done thinking about this bullshit. The more she thought, the more confused she became.

As Sylvie continued to lean against the door, she heard voices coming from one of the rooms down the hall — Joey and Rickles. Quickly, she hurried down the hall and into the room, clearly interrupting a conversation. Upon seeing the worry on Sylvie’s face, though, Joey and Rickles both became concerned.

“What is it?” She asked.

Sylvie drew in a shaky breath. “Something is really fucking wrong.”

Joey narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?”

Sylvie couldn’t bring herself to explain. “If you want to know, go talk to the girl yourself. I don’t… I don’t know if she’s being serious or not.”

Joey and Rickles exchanged a disconcerted glance before looking back at Sylvie. Joey slowly nodded. “Alright. I’ll… be right back.”

Once Joey disappeared, Rickles glanced at Sylvie again. “You look like you’ve seen a fucking ghost.” He commented. “The hell happened?”

Sylvie shook her head. “I don’t… I don’t want to talk about it. If she tells Joey the same thing she told me, I swear to God…”

Now, Rickles just seemed confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Look. Are you sure there’s no other way out of here? I need to get out of here. I… I want to go home.”

Rickles sighed, crossing his arms. “Trust me, I wish there was. As far as I know, we’re all locked up in here for who knows how much goddamn longer. I’m not buying the ‘twenty-four hours’ bullshit. I guarantee this is a trap.”

Sylvie nervously tapped her foot against the floor, her eyes darting around anxiously as she waited for Joey to return, anticipating what she would say. Seconds ticked by, and they were starting to seem like hours at this point.

“You believe Valdez is real, right?” Sylvie then asked.

Rickles slowly nodded. “I’ve heard too much shit about him for him not to be.” He answered, his voice taking on a grave tone.

“Do you really think it’s possible he’s here right now? Like, one of us is actually him?”

“Dean’s head was ripped clean off. That’s some bullshit that only Valdez is capable of,” Rickles explained, “and if the girl’s Lazar’s daughter… gives him more of a reason to be here.”

“Have you two seen Frank?”

Sylvie and Rickles turned around to see Joey briskly walking towards them. Her expression was difficult to read, but she did seem rather pissed. At least, that’s what her tone of voice suggested.

“I can go look for him.” Rickles then offered. “Why? He the next victim?”

Joey scoffed. “No. Actually, he might be the killer.”

Rickles’ eyes narrowed in a mixture of confusion and shock. “Wait, what?”

Sylvie felt like she was going to vomit right then and there.

“Frank is Valdez.” Joey continued, her voice cold. “He told the girl.”

Rickles wasn’t exactly buying it. “He wanted to leave. That doesn’t make any sense.”

He had a good point, Sylvie thought. If Frank was really Valdez, then why the hell did he seem so adamant about leaving after talking to Abigail?

“He acted like he wanted to leave.” Joey then said.

“If he’s Valdez and Lazar’s his boss, then why kidnap his kid?” Rickles questioned.

Sylvie was relieved that at least Rickles was skeptical… but at the same time, if Frank wasn’t Valdez, then who was? Jesus Christ… none of this was making any sense.

“Maybe he and Lambert are planning a power play.” Joey suggested.

Rickles let out a sigh. “You’re telling me that skinny motherfucker rips people apart?” He scoffed. “Something doesn’t add up.”

Sylvie decided that she might as well offer her opinion. “I know he’s an asshole, but I can’t picture him doing some gruesome shit like that, y’know?”

Joey seemed reluctant to believe Rickles and Sylvie, her expression wary. “All I know is that Frank definitely isn’t an amateur. Something about him doesn’t sit right with me.” She spoke. “If Frank really is Valdez, then he definitely knows how to get out of here, which means so would I if I spend about six minutes with him.”

“So… what’s the plan?” Sylvie asked.

Joey sighed, clicking her tongue as she tried to think of something. “You two split up and take the main staircase. I’ll go south. We’ll meet in the middle.”

Reluctantly, Sylvie slowly nodded. “Alright.”

Rickles tried to offer a small, reassuring smile. “We gonna get through this.”

“I have to.”

“You have a kid?” He asked.

Joey nodded. Sylvie felt a pang in her chest. God… she definitely did not belong here. Silently, Sylvie hoped that Joey’s son was safe and well back at home.

Rickles placed a comforting hand on Joey’s shoulder. “We’ll make sure you get home.”

As Sylvie wandered through the mansion, she started to feel unsafe now that she had lost sight of Rickles. Now, she was by herself, and suddenly… everything seemed eerily quiet. Where was he, anyway?

Sylvie stood there in the hallway, her eyes anxiously darting around as she tried to see if she could hear or spot any sign of him. Yet, there was nothing.

And then, she heard what sounded like gurgling coming from the distance. Her heart starting to race with worry, Sylvie dashed toward the direction of where the sound was coming from, leading her to another room. As she stood in the doorway, she saw Rickles standing there, his back turned.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Sylvie asked, her voice cautious.

Then, Rickles suddenly collapsed, and that was when Sylvie caught sight of his face — it was horribly mutilated and looked as though a fucking dog had ripped through his face. His cheek was torn open, and she could see his teeth through the gaping, bloody hole. The wound went all the way down his neck, dark blood staining his shirt.

Covering her mouth, Sylvie took a few steps back, desperately fighting the urge to vomit. She immediately wanted to break down and cry right there, just… scream. “What the fuck…? No, no, no…”

Two people had just brutally died in this mansion. Already, two people were gone in only a brief span of time. Sylvie didn’t know how much more she could handle. Who was going to be next? That was all she could think about.

Quickly, Sylvie ran to the nearest bathroom, opening the toilet seat as she retched. Nothing came up, so all she could do was let out painful dry heaves. Once she was done, she closed the seat and staggered to her feet. Suddenly feeling a rush of anger, she slammed her fists against the wall, as though she was trying to knock some sense into herself. Maybe this was just a nightmare, and she’d wake up from it.

“Wake up… fucking WAKE UP!”

She continued to punch the wall, but nothing happened. She only felt pain… which meant this was either real or a hyper-realistic nightmare. Unfortunately, it was beginning to seem like it was… real.

“Hey, what the fuck’s the matter with you?”

Sylvie whipped her head around, her senses on high alert. Any movement, sound, or voice was enough to make her jump out of her skin at this point.

When she turned around, Sylvie saw Frank standing there, looking at her with a mixture of annoyance and… perhaps a bit of concern, which was rather rare to see from him. It seemed more like an annoyed type of concern, whatever the hell that meant.

Upon seeing Frank’s face, Sylvie didn’t know how to react. One thing was for sure — she didn’t feel good.

“Get… get away from me.”

Frank narrowed his eyes, his annoyance growing. Instead of listening to Sylvie and backing away from her, he only stepped closer to her. She flinched as he moved towards her, almost as if she was expecting him to hurt her.

Frank let out an irritated scoff. “Jesus Christ, would you calm the fuck down? I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Why don’t you have any… blood on you?” Sylvie asked, her voice shaking.

Frank looked taken aback by the question, his eyes widening slightly in a genuine expression of shock. “The fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“You… you’re Valdez. The girl… the girl told me.”

Frank went from shocked to annoyed in seconds. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? You’re seriously listening to her?”

“Rickles just… Rickles just died. Rickles and Dean are both dead. You…”

Frank rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Sylvie, for the love of God. You don’t have a single clue what you’re fuckin’ talking about, do you? I know you’re smarter than this.”

“Well, can you please tell me what the fuck is going on? I just saw two people die. I’m scared. I want to get out of here.”

“What’s going on?” Frank repeated. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

“Please tell me the truth. The girl said the same thing to me and Joey, that you’re… that you’re Valdez.”

Frank let out an annoyed huff. “Did she, now? Well, I don’t appreciate people trying to tarnish my fuckin’ reputation.”

Sylvie swallowed, trying to steady her breathing. “So… she’s lying?”

Frank chuckled, the sound devoid of any humor. “No fuckin’ shit. Children love to lie… but lying about something like this? I’d say that somebody needs to be put in their goddamn place.”

“But then… who did it? Who’s… killing everybody?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know. That’s what we’re all trying to figure out, right?”

Letting out an annoyed grumble, Frank turned around to walk away. Just as he was about to leave, Sylvie spoke.

“You’re not going to let anything happen to me, right? Just… tell me everything’s going to be okay. I don’t… I really don’t want to die. Not here.”

Frank paused, looking back at Sylvie for a moment. His expression was unreadable, but he seemed slightly caught off-guard by her sudden vulnerability. In the time that he knew her, he never once heard her ask him for reassurance. Frank had always known Sylvie as a defiant, feisty little brat… yet, here she was, frightened to death because she didn’t want to die. It was a side of her that he had never seen before.

No, don’t let her get to you.

Frank remained silent for a few moments, trying to think of how he would respond.

“You’re not gonna die.” He simply answered, his voice matter-of-fact. Cold. Emotionless.

And then, he left.

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God I can't really stand JK anymore.

Everything regarding him went a downhill since 2023. The way he behaved changed a lot.. LIKE A LOT now he's way cockier as if no one in the whole world can top him and he doesn't need to listen to anyone giving even good advises, how he used to present himself and looked changed drastically now he looks like a junkie, how he used to perform changed so much now he doesn't half half the energy or stage presence and doesn't give af about making mistake a ton times while before he used to perform with extreme perfection. He's listening to their PR teams too much like where did I go live when I miss fans went ? Now he's listening to their cheap promo tricks. His work ethics is completely opposite from what BTS was.. he's working with payola king of the whole industry and buying success. Releasing a 100 version and a western collab with some B grade pop artist. The songs he releasing are basically shit now when he used to release magic shop, film out, your eyes tell and still with you kind of gems.

The ONLY thing connecting me to him now is Jimin. There's no way to avoid JK when you are a Jimin stan. But i'm WAITING for the day Jimin finally open his eyes and get out of this toxic relationship so I don't want to put up with him anymore.

You see, your problem is that Jungkook is not Jimin. That's your problem. Half way through your comment, I smiled to myself and I thought well this Anon would certainly love Jimin then if these are the qualities they looking for in an idol. only to get to the end of the Ask to find out you actually do like Jimin💀

That complicates things for me.

Where should I even begin

There's nothing wrong with having a preference. There's nothing wrong with having a bias.

I'm not gonna come for your throat on this.

You prefer Jimin's work ethics and prefer how seriously he takes his public relations, how he puts on effort and that's alright.

BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO HATE JUNGKOOK just because he's not YOUR PREFERENCE.

If you keep that up you and I gon have a problem.

Do I think Jungkook can take a page or two out of the Jimin idol manual? Sure.

As much as I looove seeing Jungkook live his life on his own terms not giving a fuck what anyone cares- some times, in certain areas I do think he could use that self regulation.

Yet on the other hand, I don't find Jimin's over regulation appealing either. I've ever said his kumbaya persona, caring too much what others think, trying to be perfect, self regulated, evolved, controlling his words, his attention, being overly polite, smiling when he should be cussing people out all in the name of his consciousness of the fact he is an idol really REALLY FRUSTRATES ME.

Jimin struggles with this. The never mind tattoos, the song lyrics yearning for freedom, set me free- where do you think that comes from?

I don't know how we can call ourselves stans and not sense some of these things: the members constantly telling him not to care what people would think, to do whatever he wants,- even Jungkook openly reminding him HE IS AN ADULT and shouldn't care about certain things.

Jungkook is good for Jimin and Jimin is good for Jungkook.

Jimin is the leash and restrain Jungkook needs and Jungkook is the freedom Jimin craves.

Please don't come for jikook I'll paint you and it ain't going to be pretty.

Also remember, this is a human being you are talking about. He is not an alien. He is human just like you. That vitriol and animosity towards him is so not necessary.

I can't help you unhate him.

But please, be a good human.

He is a relatively young man navigating overwhelming situations. I personally think going solo has taught him so much and there is much more he'd learn along the way.

And please, it's slander to say he half ass his performance- have you seen his tiktok? THE THIBGS HE CAN DO WITH HIS WAIST- MY GOD!

Oh and did you see Tae's smoke challenge? I may or may not be addicted to the part he wines his waist- lolay lolay lolay

Sorry I had to go and watch that clip again.

Liste, the point I'm making here is, It's his journey and his choice to decide the type of idol he wants to be. You may like it or you may not. That's a you problem. However he's responsible for his own reputation and his own success in the industry and I think he is still learning to hone his values and filter his choices through those values.

Give that man a break .

AND FREE JUNGKOOK.

Peace out

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Billy thought #1024: Him looking at you like this ‘cause he knows it drives you crazy, but he doesn’t move in for the kiss because he wants to see how long it’ll take you to finally grab him by the back of his neck and do it yourself. And when you both separate, he has an even cockier grin on his face until he pulls you in for more.👀

literally why would you do this to me i need to go to sleep and i’m laying here staring at him—

he corners you to do this shit all. the. fucking. time. maybe he went outside to get the mail and when he comes back in, you’re in the kitchen. he presses you against the counter and puts his arms on either side of you and has that fucking look on his face. he just looks at you, never breaking eye contact—and he’s so good at eye contact it makes you sweat—and he waits.

you scan his face: the soft creases in his forehead and between his brows, the slit in the one eyebrow where the hair is starting to grow back because he hasn’t touched it up recently, his freckles, his pretty nose, and eventually you make it down to his lips, and that’s when you give in. your fingers slip into his hair and yank him towards you, and he’s laughing. god, he’s laughing into the kiss because he’s won. he got what he wanted. you. and you pull him back by his hair (which he likes), and he’s got that stupid ass grin and all you wanna do is kiss it off.

bonus thought: the time you don’t give in. he’s got you right where he wants you and he’s waiting and waiting. you keep looking at him, but this time you don’t feel like playing his game. so you turn to walk away and he pouts. he’s grumpy because you haven’t kissed him and so he catches your wrist before you go, pulling you into his chest and pressing his lips to yours, both hands on your face. that time it’s you with the stupid ass grin.

#late night billy thoughts #he’s ended me #billy hargrove #i love you #bookshelf-dust

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Hi! I'd like to request headcanons for how Spinner and Rappa would react to his s/o admiring/complimenting his musculature/physique (this ask inspired by Spinner's arms, hubba hubba)

(Shuichi "Guns" Iguchi I like to call him, because woof😍)

~Spinner/Rappa's S/O Complimenting Their Muscle~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

-(Yes it's overdone and very cliché'. Yes I've taken one scene from the anime and ran with it. However, I don't care! I'll die on the blushing Spinner hill) Discrimination due to the way his quirk makes him look has been no surprise to hear him open up about back when you first started dating. Whether he admits it or not, he's affected by this when it comes to his own self confidence. Everywhere he goes, all he's ever heard about was his appearance. Lizard was possibly the most annoying thing to hear. Why would anyone be attracted to someone that looked like him when there were normal attractive people out there?

-Along came you. Now at first he was in denial because look at you! To him, you were quite possibly the most attractive person he could've laid his eyes on. What's even crazier is the way you overlooked anyone else in the room just for the chance to talk to him of all people! He was confused and at the end of it he still feels like this might be one big dream. However, he pinches himself and never seems to wake up.

-You compliment him all the time. You always make time to bring up how attractive you think he is. It's mind blowing to say the least. You especially find yourself making note of his muscles to him. The way you look at him when you compliment his arms has him thinking he's going to melt away at any minute. Don't let me get started on the way he softens when you hold him to admire him. He's completely and totally weakened for you. These things aren't said just because you hope he'll see himself as worthy one day, but because you honestly feel this way about him. Just slow it down. Any more attention today and he'll end up passing out from the lightheadedness of your words combined with your sweet butterfly kisses and smile!

-He's only ever really doubted himself once or twice in the past. Other than that, he's convinced himself he's hot shit. Rappa isn't the insecure type a lot of times. He's so sure of himself and that confidence rings throughout whatever he does. You can imagine how much cockier he becomes every single time you compliment him. You can only laugh when you kiss his cheek and call him handsome, he stands and shouts 'hell yeah' so proudly lol.

-When he thinks about it, you've always been there to cheer him on as his biggest fan. You never really missed a chance to remind him how awesome he was, so of course he'd never have a moment to think otherwise. He loves the way you pump his head up. When you compliment him, he feels his heart running a million miles an hour. He values your opinion more highly than you think. If you ever think otherwise then just remember all times he's gotten too rowdy with someone and you were able to wrangle him back down to reality! Without you, he'd probably be locked up by now.

-When he finally has a singular moment of small doubt creeping up then you notice his small change in energy. He's much quieter and thinking for longer than usual. You ask him what's wrong and he looks you directly in the eyes. "You serious? I mean about all that shit you said?" He asks you, searching for any discrepancies in your eyes. You only smile widely back at him before laying a big smooch on the side of his head. You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle yourself into the crook of his neck. "I wouldn't lie about it because I've got nothing to gain from doing so. I meant every single word. You're handsome and those muscles are to die for." He nods and a large smile etches its way across his face. "Haha, yeah I know."

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shuichi iguchi #spinner #spin spin #spin #spinner bnha #rappa bnha #kendo rappa #headcanon

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sweetaliencheeks · 1 year

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THE ONE WHERE HE SAVES HER

“Hello, I was told that you had booked this room” I peeked into the bedroom and greeted my guest with the sweetest voice I could fake. It was as dirty and desolate as every other room in the hotel. The red carpet was stained, the bedding was discoloured and the walls marked and scratched with many untold stories. Everything in there seemed to be setting me up for yet another terrible evening. But something felt off nonetheless. It didn’t smell as usual, it smelled more of what seemed to be gunpowder than it did of cheap candles and liquor.

“Yeah, no shit” a gruff voice mumbled from the other side of the space, making me stop dead on my tracks and wonder if I really should step inside to greet him at all “Who are you?”

“I’m your hostess” I shrugged with as much confidence as I could, keeping a cheery voice and gripping the keys tightly between my fingers as the door shut behind me. I saw my guest in front of the big window on the wall opposite from where I was standing. Face deep into some strange material I couldn’t figure out just yet.

“Is that what you’re calling them these days?” he snickered, never taking his eyes off of whatever it was that he was fidgeting with at the base of the tripod. I let out a heavy sigh before throwing my key onto the small kitchenette counter to my right and let myself crumble onto the bed that sat right in the middle of the room. The rough red velvet prickled the back of my thighs and arms.

“I guess…” I sighed, rolling over to my side so I could look at him, making sure that my cleavage was sitting just right “Why the sudden change from your usual?”

“My usual?” he scoffed. He was indeed a regular costumer, especially at the bar downstairs. I’d seen him a couple times drinking there by himself and scaring away every hostess that tried to approach him. I had always been good with the most difficult guests, so I naturally couldn’t have passed on the opportunity to spend an evening with such an infamous one. All my colleagues had refused to take the job but I knew of him, I could never forget a face. Let alone one like his. He scoffed “Are ya drunk?”

“Although it would definitely make your company a lot more pleasant, I’m not allowed to drink on the job. You seem to be though.” pointing a lazy finger at him, I watched as he slowly lowered his ears and bared his teeth.

“Listen here, lady. I ain’t here for ya, I’m working.” he was right in my face, angrily glancing between me and the guns and materials scattered on the carpet. As if I couldn’t see them. I shrugged.

“I figured as much” I took a cigarette out of my packet and it rolled between my fingers as I searched for a lighter among all the funny stuff in the drawer of the bedside table “I’m working too, you know” I sparked it up and took a drag, before blowing some circles towards the ceiling “And I don’t wanna be with you either.”

“Good, then leave” I chuckled dryly, smoke scratching my throat before I slid off the bed to sit beside him.

“Wish I could, buddy, but they’re watching me” I whispered in a mocking way, wiggling my fingers in front of his face “I’m stuck here” I picked up a spare scrap of metal from the floor and examined it “Now can we just pretend that we’re going at it? Otherwise they’ll fire me” the glare he shot at me made me quickly put the small orange piece back where it was “Let’s say… Five minutes?” I flicked his ear with a grin, which made it slightly flutter and caused him to scratch it.

“Very funny, make it an hour” he kept his eyes on his stuff, I’m not even sure that he had ever even glanced at me for anything other than to threaten me when I picked up his spare part. But his voice had gone up to a cockier demeanour, which made me silently sigh in relief at the slightly less tense atmosphere.

“Sure” I put my cigarette out on the ashtray by the window, right next to where he was sitting, and carefully made sure that my arm lightly brushed against his side. As it made its way back towards my lap I couldn’t help but let my curiosity take over again, and picked up a small gun that I promptly aimed at him, trying as well as I could to focus on the middle of his face. I made a small laser like noise and set it back down before he could say anything.

“Never thought I’d say this, but you might actually be useful” he picked up the small weapon and forcefully handed it back to me “That dirty mug could have someone in here”

“Never wanted anything more than to be an accessory in a murder” I pursed my lips and stared at him, eager for an explanation as to how and why I could ever be useful to him in any way.

“None of this would actually kill him, just knock him out” another click, and the whole thing was nearly set “I hope…” he spoke under his breath and rolled his eyes at the worried expression on my face “Hold this.” before I could protest, I was holding yet another weapon.

“And then what?” I examined carefully every single line of both objects as he kept shuffling stuff around.

“My partner will pick him up and trade him to the Nova Corps for units” I nodded as I set all the dangerous crap back on the floor. Didn’t want to have anything to do with him, or the whole mission, or the possible murder.

“That doesn’t sound very clean” I said leaning my back against the bed.

“It ain’t, it’s just business” his answer was as short and sharp as he was. But he seemed sure of what he was about to do.

“How can you be sure that you’ll get your units?”

“I got this” my eyes widened before a grimace took over my whole face as he took something out of a big black bag.

“Is that a leg?” I gasped, hands going up to cover my mouth.

“His leg” this guy was actually walking around carrying a real prosthetic leg in his bag, and was totally calm and laughing about it.

“Right… To be fair, I’d trade my leg for units” I chuckled “I’d rather be free with one leg” took me a second to realise that he had turned around and was now staring at my face, clearly confused by what I had just mentioned “What? You thought I was here by choice? I’m a prisoner. We all got bounties on our heads, you just wouldn’t know because they’re probably too low to be on your radar” I scoffed, not failing to notice how my tone suddenly got more defensive.

“I see… How did a hummie end up here?” and in that moment, he looked at me. Really, looked at me. He was now fully facing me, still kneeling on the floor, ears slightly flat and big brown eyes locked in mine. I had to catch my breath. It was hard to figure if I was intimidated or flustered.

“I escaped my original master, but things got tough real quick. So really a string of bad choices, I guess. Money, glamour, an easy way out, you know? I thought it was gonna be like Pretty Woman, that someday someone would show up with money to buy me diamonds and a nice dress to take me out for dinner in” I knew he certainly wasn’t going to understand the reference, but it was the only way for me to talk about it without shedding a single tear “But instead of getting the love and the fancy suite of Richard Gere, I’m stuck in here with this” I tried to lighten the mood by gesturing towards him with a smirk. But I was uncomfortable, and embarrassed, and terrified. Altogether lonely and totally surprised that he had suddenly taken a genuine interest in me.

“Watch it” I had to check twice to be sure that it was a smile that I had seen on his face. He had now stopped fidgeting and was holding a small box between his hands.

“How did you end up here?” I asked out of politeness, I already knew what the answer was.

“Units, obviously. Always get the shitty side of the plan though. Probably because if those ugly mugs caught me, I’d get thrown in prison, too” he stood up to check on his stuff again, closing one eye to see if the aim was accurate.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you would”

“I never wanted to end up like this, lady. It wasn’t my choice, ya know? They just broke me” and so did his voice before he cleared his throat. I felt a sharp pang of guilt in my chest and my stomach dropped slightly.

“Would you like a drink? I’m here to work after all” I tried yet again to lift our spirits. Standing up on my wobbly high heels, I strutted towards the mini fridge under the desk.

“I’ll have one if ya have one” I shook my head before bending over to grab a bottle “Come on, aren’t you supposed to attend to everything your clients demand?”

“Fine, I’ll have one if you tell me more about yourself” with my hand in a bag full of ice, I looked at him over my shoulder.

“There ain’t nothing to say about me” he mumbled.

“I’m sure there’s plenty. Please? I’m not allowed to tell anyone. I mean, who would I even tell? This is the longest chat I’ve had with someone in probably years” I put the lid back on the bottle and threw it in the trash before walking back towards him.

“Really? How come you ain’t got friends? Very surprising giving your pretty face and pleasant personality” I rolled my eyes, there was no way I was going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was pleased with his musing.

“You’re so funny” I paused, realising that I didn’t even know his name. But maybe it was better that way, so I just began walking back towards the window. My feet were killing me and I could feel my dress getting into places where it clearly shouldn’t be.

“I know, your friend in room 282 tells me all the time” with a terrible wink, he set up the last piece.

“Of course they do” I sat back down on the floor and handed him his glass “Sir”

“Thanks”

“Why bounty hunting?” I leaned back on my hands and crossed my legs at the ankles.

“I'll tell ya something I've learned over the years, you can save the galaxy and take units” he took a long sip and looked outside through the small water droplets that slid through the glass “You can save millions of people by killing a few bad ones and still win”

“Didn’t expect you to be a good guy” I took a sip of my own glass, and shuddered at the foreign feeling “Who broke you?”

“Don’t know exactly. My home planet was a lunatic asylum, most of my memories have been blacked out” a snort escaped my lips and made him snap his head towards me, a smile plastered on his face. A real one that I didn’t have to squint to see “That makes you laugh?”

“You’re a fucking mess. I get why you don’t really get along with people” I took another swig.

“Eh, who cares?” he shrugged, eyes locked in the bottom of his almost empty glass “I don’t really care about people, I spend most of time shooting them anyway”

“Fair point…” a few seconds went by before I craned my neck to look past him and his imposing arsenal to look at the street down below “Has he come out yet?”

“Nah. Probably in there with some ugly skank” he scoffed before finishing his drink.

“Anything against ugly skanks?” I asked in fake offense. He chuckled.

“Only against those who can’t keep their drinks coming” he shook his glass in front of my face, the nearly melted ice cubes tinkering against one another. I stretched out to reach for the mini fridge to grab another bottle that I promptly opened and served “You forgot one glass” he said nodding towards the glass in my hand.

“I’m not drinking anymore. If they come get me in the morning and notice that there’s alcohol in my system, you won’t be seeing me again” I drank the last drop and rolled my glass under the bed, thinking that I’d pick it up in the morning.

“As tempting as that sounds, ya won’t have to worry about tomorrow” in that moment, my heart tightened and tears quickly threatened to spill from my eyes.

“Are you going to kill me?” a choked, weak whisper coming out of a tight throat. Through the impending fear, I found myself wondering if death wouldn’t be a better outcome than whatever awaited me in that place. And there was also a slight relief for being a victim instead of an accomplice or a witness in the murder he was possibly about to commit.

“What? No? What is wrong with you, woman?” he stood up in a hurry, positioning himself behind the rifle that stood on the tripod.

“Wouldn’t be the first time” I began picking at my nails, my body instantly relaxing when it realised that he wasn’t actually about to shoot me.

“That’s terrible” his voice rumbled lowly in his chest as he focused hard on the man on the other side of the sidewalk below, several meters away from us. And then he pulled the trigger. A strident beep noise echoed through the room and then screaming on the street. That was all there was.

“That was quick. And that’s not the kind of thing you wanna hear around here” as I began to tidy up my hair, he stuffed all of his things back into the black bag. Leaving behind only the leg and a card under the bed.

“Right, quit fooling around, we need to go” as he dismantled all the contraptions he had spent hours setting up, I sat there in confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“Put your coat on, grab that bottle and fix your lipstick. We’re leaving” he slung his bag over his shoulder and behind his back, fumbling through his pockets to find a smaller gun.

“What?” with a tug on my hand, he started to guide me towards the door.

“Call me Prichard Clear, because I’m busting ya out of here”

So this one has been on my drafts for a little while, finally inspired enough to finish it. It’s long, I know, but I liked this idea (and I still don’t know how to add a “keep reading” thingy, sorry). Got a few other fics ready to be posted including a couple of requests that I’m very excited to share with you! I hope you’re over the emotional damaging experience that was GOTG3 and that you’re all being your amazing sexy selves 🤍

Love you all

#rocket x reader #fanfic #gotg fic #gotg vol 1 #gotg vol 3 #rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #gotg x reader #marvel #gotg2

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tiptapricock · 10 months

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LiuCage movie hcs for me pleaseeee 🥺🥺

1995 LIUCAGE NATIONNNN THIS ONES FOR YOU!!! I am playing loose w the canon timeline and esp that Johnny dies three seconds after movie 1, ty💕

Send a character or ship for some nsfw Mortal Kombat hcs!

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A lot of tension starts out from them being frustrated at each other

Johnny is kind of smitten anyway, he respects Liu Kang’s mission and skills, even if he thinks he’s a bit of a dick sometimes

Liu thinks Johnny is an asshole and doesn’t really have much of a larger image of him beyond their first interaction for most of the tournament

Johnny beating Goro does change some of that, but Liu still doesn’t really get what he’s feeling is attraction. Or he doesn’t want to. I think movie Liu strikes me as a guy who represses his sexuality somewhat and would be too focused on revenge to realize he finds a guy hot

There’s a lot of almost moments during training, both before and after the tournament and defeating Shang Tsung

Wrestling each other down in the heat of afternoon, Liu pinning Johnny down by the throat, or Johnny bracketing Liu’s thighs with his own

Similar moments during arguments, Liu tugging Johnny close to get in his face only for his thoughts to snag on the warmth of his breath and the way his eyes flick down

He doesn’t want to recognize it. He doesn’t

Johnny’s absolutely smitten though, and definitely gets himself off in his private time after some more charged encounters

Liu Kang is just pretty and when he’s mad he fucking snarls and his jaw flexes, and his arms gleam with sweat after every practice and fuck

Johnny ends up taking point on making something happen. He’s more casual with sex, and sees it as a logical conclusion to everything bubbling between them, to stop dancing around it

The next time Liu picks a fight he doesn’t back down, Caging(™️) him against a wall and letting him know exactly what they’ve both been thinking

Johnny’s a neck kisser, and gets Liu into it slowly

He buries himself in that hair, feels up his sides, feels Liu tensing and relaxing and hears the slightly confused hitches in his breath

The first time they just grind on each other until they both cum, rutting and heated, Liu Kang’s fists twisting into Johnny’s shirt as Johnny leaves bite marks along his throat

It’s sort of awkward in the aftermath, and Liu awkwardly runs off, leaving Johnny to blow out a long breath and push back his hair before going to clean himself up

It doesn’t stop after that though

A ferventness enters things. Training becomes… well. Liu staring at him like a fucking laser beam and both of them getting hard when they don’t mean to, having to excuse themselves before anyone notices to feel each other up somewhere else

Liu is still kind of lost about… a lot of things, because this is too fast, and he can’t articulate his wants, but god Johnny’s a good kisser and he makes him feel like he’s on fire

And he wants

And he’s kind of pissed about it

They get competitive with it after awhile, about who gives the best head, and who can jack the other off the fastest

They switch up dynamics a lot. Johnny loves getting a bit cockier than usual with Liu, but damn if he doesn’t also encourage him when he plays rough

Johnny likes being manhandled, getting pushed down, and when Liu is extra pissed with him it’s a good outlet for them both

Johnny is breezing through, enjoying whatever friends with benefits thing they have, and the entire time Liu Kang is on the precipice of some emotional turmoil

He’s gotten into all of this without a clear understanding, something still feeling stuck in his chest, something he’s trying to drown out with Johnny Cage’s dick down his throat and the smell of his cologne pouring over him as he ruts between his thighs under sweaty sheets

They don’t do full penetration for awhile but when they do Johnny is… gentle. It’s a gentleness Liu has seen a lot. For all the ego that surfaces now and then, Johnny Cage is level headed and doesn’t take shit. He walks Liu through it, and offers to bottom, letting him finger Johnny open slowly

Liu finally pushes in, and it’s… a weird thing. It’s jerky, it’s weird. They move slow and then Liu’s thrusts are aborted, his face twisted strangely as he rests his forehead on Johnny’s chest

Johnny continues to encourage him, fingers curling against his neck, and suddenly Liu feels that thing get loose in his chest

This isn’t just some fling, some way for him to vent his anger, this is… he likes this, he likes…. Fuck he loves Johnny. A bit. Shit. Shit.

He cums with his hands balled in the sheets, and when Johnny feels his face and gets him to look at him, Liu Kang opens his eyes to find the cloth under his palms smoking

#as always my hcs r #a little more narrative but whatever #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1995 #liucage #nsft #liu kang #johnny cage #cot n balls #cot n balls writing

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fanfictilltheend · 1 year

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You should see me in a crown - Chapter 4 (Y/N Grimes/Negan Smith)

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A/n: Hi, this is my second story ever and I wrote it like 5 years ago but was too scared to post it lol so if you could give any feedback that would be much appreciated! I have more chapters to this so if you want ‘em ya gotta let me know! Y/N is like 20 in this and Negan is whatever age he is in season 7 so if that’s too much of an age gap please turn back!

Warnings: 18+ smut dn interact if not 18+ afab!you, daddy kink, kissing, age difference, abusive!Rick Grimes, protective Negan, sexual touching, domestic violence mention (not caused by Negan), fat shaming of Fat Joey

Summary: Y/N and Negan settle into Negan's bed. Confessions are made and they end the night together.

When we arrive at the sanctuary, Negan takes me straight to the doctor. He asks for something while I wait outside the closed door of the makeshift clinic. I’m still kind of dazed that this is actually happening —that I’m willingly back at the Sanctuary when only a few days ago I would have been lucky to make it out with my life.

He emerges and flashes me a grin, holding a bottle that looks like maybe it’s a type of lotion and then he leads me to his bedroom. I trail behind him curiously.

“We missed dinner,” he grumbles when we enter, dropping Lucille on his bed. He steps back and looks me over, taking off his leather jacket to reveal his tight white t-shirt. God, he looks good. I feel my neck go hot. I want to feel him so badly. “Aren’t you just a time-consuming endeavor?” he smirks. “Hey, you hungry, Y/N?” He asks as he looks me over from head to toe. “Shit, I mean, when was the last time you even ate, kid?”

“Gee, I dunno, Mr.Give-me-half-I-mean-all-of-your-fucking-food-and-shit.” I tease, thinking it over, trying not to stare at him too much. “This morning maybe...Yeah, I had a piece of toast for breakfast, I think. I’m okay though.”

I force a smile.

He surprises me by reaching out and lifting up one of my arms by the wrist so he can really get a good look at me.

“Okay?” He snaps, cocking his head.“Y/N, you’re way too fucking skinny! Don’t lie to me. You gotta eat.” He insists like I’m a naive kid or something. “You must be starving. You’re practically a motherfucking beanpole for Christ's sake.”

“Am not!” I insist back, trying to pull my arm away from how he’s still holding it up in the air. I can take care of myself, thank you very much. “Maybe you should lay off of Alexandria then if you’re so worried about my health.” I challenge, raising an eyebrow. “We’re practically starving, asshole.”

I figure it’s his turn to roll his eyes, but instead, he tightens his grip around my wrist and pushes me back against the wall roughly with very little effort. I stumble backward.

“Oh, is that what you fucking call me?” He growls down at me cockily and licks his bottom lip, taking a step closer.

And shit, I like that.

“Hmmm,” he teases. “That’s just too fucking bad...Thought you had a different name for me…”

He grins wide like a shark at the look on my face like he fucking knows it, and just for the hell of it, takes my other smaller hand in his own and crosses my wrists above my head, pinning them and holding me down with the weight of his body. He stares at me in a way that makes my legs weak and I gasp softly. I’m vaguely aware that he’s literally so much stronger than me he could snap my neck in half like a twig if he wanted to. He leans a little closer to me, as I struggle half-heartedly, and puts his lips to my ear.

“Nah, you’ll take what I goddamn give you, you little fucking tease,” he breathes, his voice deadly and low. I shiver, my pussy throbbing. He groans softly at the sound I make. “Your skinny little ass doesn’t get to tell me what to do.”

“ Shit ,” I whimper frantically at how he’s touching me, trying to squirm away, exposing my neck to him. The way he sounds makes me so hot. I feel warm and damp between my legs.

He gives me an even cockier amused look and lets me wriggle out of his grasp for about a half a second. And then, just when I think I’m free, he slams my hands back down, this time with only one of his own. He grins. I whimper softly in pain and fear and frustration. I can’t help it. He looks like he’s gonna fucking eat me.

My heart pounds.

“In case you haven’t fucking noticed, I’m the boss around here, babydoll,” he tells me against my throat. I can feel the ghost of his lips smiling against me, sounding very satisfied, his hard-on pressing against me.

I whine in eager surprise as he trails his free hand down the length of my stomach. It tickles and I try not to squirm into the traces of his touch needily as we wrestle.

“Admit it,” he insists, his voice smooth as silk, knowing he owns me right now. He rubs lower, making me buck up against him ever so slightly and let out another desperate whimpering sound. “You fucking love this, don’t you? Or call uncle. Or Daddy.” He smirks. “Your choice, princess...God, you make such pretty noises for me. I goddamn love getting you worked up like this. Gets me so fucking hard, baby girl...”

His voice is straight baritone as his fingers trail even lower, making my stomach flutter. His lips are pressing against my neck, his teeth threatening to bite down, his breath hot. I can feel something big and half-hard poking into my waist. I’m so wet and he hasn’t even really touched me yet! But I can’t let him win this easily — even though every part of my body is telling me to surrender. He’s been holding out on me all day so I figure he should get a taste of his own medicine. I don’t have any free hands, but I do have my feet. So I kick off one of my boots and push my foot up to his cock teasingly. He lets out a soft, surprised, vulnerable moan against me that makes my pussy clench and my heart pound. Jesus.

“How about you call uncle,” I propose, my breath heavy. “Or I’ll kick you in the fucking baby-maker.”

Negan looks down at how I have him stuck and bursts out laughing which starts from a deep rumble in his chest.

“Shit! Well, they can’t say you’re not resourceful,” he smirks, impressed. “You got me by the motherfucking balls, honey. Literally. But you know fucking what? I think I can arrange a compromise.”

And suddenly, he’s smiling like the devil and lifting me up by the underarms in a blur of his muscular limbs and body and throwing me backward onto the bed. I cry out in pleasant surprise as I’m hurled through the air and land on the soft mattress. Shit, he’s strong...

“Asshole!” I grin, looking up at him, not having expected that, propping myself up with my elbows.

"That’s not what you’re going to be calling me when I have my way with you, little lady.” He smiles, pulling off his black leather belt, which makes me very wet and I kick off my other boot in anticipation, as he moves Lucille out of the way and parts my legs.

Negan leans over on the bed and straddles me, a knee trapping each of my sides, and he’s so much bigger and stronger than I am it would be almost scary if I wasn’t so fucking worked up. The bed dips with his added weight. He wastes no time and bends down, going right for my neck and he starts sucking and biting kisses onto my sensitive skin like he’s hungry for me, holding on lightly to the bottom of my throat like a threat. I can’t help but start whimpering a little. My neck is like my weak spot or something and his mouth and teeth and fingers feel so good against my throat I shiver. Instinctively, I reach up and latch my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and he growls softly as I feel his hardening cock brushing up against my belly. His warm body moves against mine in a rhythm that has me quaking and moaning.

He reaches to pull off my shirt so I’m just in my bra and I try to help him pull off his white undershirt, but Negan won’t let me and slaps my hand away.

“How do you ask me?” he snarls, pinning me down just below my shoulders as I try to help him, but he doesn’t accept my assistance and forces me down flat onto the mattress.

“Please, Daddy,” I try breathlessly, struggling against him, so wet, grinding my front against his knee that’s holding me down, my eyes big. His dick feels rock solid and twitches. Fuck, that’s hot. The friction feels so good.

“ Fuck,” he whispers hungrily, licking his lips, but he regains his composure. “Nice try, but wrong .” He growls, pushing me down harder, throwing his shirt to the side, his eyes smiling and hungry. “Not when you fucking threaten me, you little goddamn harlot. You earn ‘Daddy.’ For now, you call me ‘sir.’ Is that understood?”

I whimper and nod as his hand slips beneath my pants, way too eager to submit to him.

“Is that understood, Y/N ?”

“Yes, sir.” I whine.

“Good,” he sneers in his deep voice. “Shit, you really fucking like that, don’t you?” He grins, my wetness coating his fingers as he strokes me.

I breathe in deeply and I’m about to reply that ‘yes sir I fucking do’ when suddenly, there’s a knock at the door.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Negan snaps in annoyance, breaking away from me and I whine softly in disappointment. I want him to fuck me so bad. I wanna kiss him again too. “No fucking way. Now what!? Who the fuck is there!?” He shouts toward the hall, making a move for the door, reaching down to adjust himself, and sucking his fingers that are still wet from me. He sighs in a very satisfied manner, and I’m sure I’m even wetter than before. He smiles at my big-eyed expression, my own mouth open in awe, and pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a small pop. That turns me on so much I can only just stare at him. He smirks proudly, winks, and turns to the door. “This had better be good!” he shouts to whoever is outside.

I pull up the covers to my chest, suddenly remembering my nakedness.

“Sorry, boss,” says a nervous, muffled voice from behind the door, redirecting my thoughts. “I just h-have dinner for you and the girl. Dwight said—“

Negan heaves open the door and Fat Joey is standing in the doorway looking pretty terrified, holding a tray of food. Joey is a big guy, yeah, but Negan is pretty tall too and can be terrifying as all hell when he wants to be even if he’s not wearing a shirt. Maybe especially because he’s not wearing a shirt...He’s panting a little and his muscles are flexing as he breathes. Goddamn.

“Ah! Thank you, Fat Joseph,” Negan grins turning to wink at me, his voice a little raspy, his hair sort of pushed floppily to the side. My eyes get stuck on the dusting of dark hair across the planes of his chest and his badass tattoos. Fuck, he looks good. He grabs the tray from Joey’s large hands. “Don’t mind if I fucking do. You know, you sure as hell do have a gift with fucking timing, don’t you, buddy?” he begins intimidatingly, giving him a look up and down and Fat Joey nods a little stupidly, clearly uncomfortable under the scrutiny. Negan leans in toward Joey like he’s gonna tell him a secret. “I mean, I got my girl here, lying down right where I want her and then you come along and spoil all the fun. Now, I know it’s not easy for you to get laid with all this, ” Negan says motioning to Joey’s body. “But Christ, man, that doesn’t mean you have to keep other people from getting laid too. I mean, shit, at this rate I’m gonna have to set you up with fuckin’ Lucille!” He smirks sinisterly like a threat.

Joey is pale as a sheet, but Negan just cracks up, and punches Joey in the shoulder making him flinch.

“Relax, man. Lighten up!” Negan snorts, turning in a lean to give me an exasperated look. “Jesus. I’m just fucking with ya.” Fat Joey forces a weak smile. “Now scram,” Negan says more forcefully.

And with a stammered,

“Y-yes, sir,” Joey high-tails it out as quickly as possible without needing to be told twice.

Negan chuckles pleasantly as he shuts the door, rolling his eyes.

“Dumbass.” He mumbles, shaking his head fondly. “But a loyal dumbass. Oh, shit! Pork chops and mashed potatoes.” He grins, as he looks down to examine the tray. “You like that stuff, baby?”

“Who cares?” I whine a little needily although my stomach growls. “That was mean to scare him anyways. You shoulda just told him to go away. Now, how about you come back over here and fucking finish what you started...”

Negan smiles, his eyebrows going up.

"Needy little thing,” he smirks in approval, licking his lips. “Mean? Trust me when I fucking tell you you ain’t seen nothing yet. And I’m flattered, kid, truly I am that you want me so fucking bad, and you know I get all hot and bothered when you get all assertive like that, it’s goddamn adorable, but you gotta fucking eat first.”

“C-can’t we eat later?” I try a little desperately, still wet between my thighs. “I just want you is all.” But Negan smiles down at me and shakes his head like a pissed-off dad (believe me I know the look), and sets the tray down on the coffee table. “I’m not cute.” I grumble defeatedly. “I’m a badass.”

“It’ll get cold ,” he insists, his eyes narrowing. But then he chuckles. “And you are so fucking cute and a badass. The cutest fucking badass. With a great ass! But don’t make me fucking count. I don’t waste food around here no matter how fucking delicious you end up tasting. And plus, who the fuck am I gonna mess around with if you go wasting away on me? I can count your ribs, baby. Get your fucking priorities straight, will ya?”

He looks down at my bare chest, actually sounding a little concerned.

“I can count your ribs too,” I insist a little petulantly myself, crossing my arms over my chest. “Everyone has twelve on each side. Duh.” But I do like knowing he cares and that he thinks I’m cute so I smile a little.

“Oh really, you little brat?” He smirks a little distractedly, his eyes hovering over my tits. He wets and bites his bottom lip. “And who taught you that?”

I think back.

“A guy named Herschel,” I shrug, getting a little sad. Negan looks up at me curiously and comes to sit next to me. “He was this old dude. The...the widow’s Dad,” I say to clarify.

Negan nods fixedly, not exactly looking me in the eyes. He bites his bottom lip.

“He was a doctor and all,” I continue quietly, letting myself get lost in the memory. “He...he saved Carl when he got shot by accident when Carl was barely twelve. We all thought he was a goner. My dad picked him up off the forest floor and ran damn near a mile to find someone to help. Probably saved his life... ” I trail off. “And that’s how we met the Widow and her family.”

“ Shit . That how Carl lost his eye?” Negan asks quietly, intrigued.

“Nope,” I answer. “If you can believe it. He got away with just a scar from that one. Everyone thought he was dead, but Herschel saved him. Stitched him up real good. That’s when my dad gave him that hat though and he’s worn that every day since,” I try to say as casually as possible like it doesn’t bother me.

“Kid’s a certified badass,” Negan nods, grinning a little, squeezing my arm. “I’ve always said so.”

“I got shot once too, you know,” I tell him quickly, suddenly feeling kind of jealous and a little inadequate. I puff out my chest a little. “On my forearm. See?”

“No shit?” Negan asks in amusement, sounding impressed as I move to show him, his eyebrows going up on his forehead as I show him the circular scar on my left arm.

“That’s fucking gnarly!” Negan says enthusiastically. “That’s cool as shit! Knew I couldn’t be the only one to leave a permanent mark on you.” He says like he’s almost proud of me or something. “Can I touch it?” he asks excitedly, his eyes getting wide.

“Knock yourself out,” I snort as he reaches out to poke the uneven skin interestedly. He looks like an excited little kid. “I used to be ashamed of it, but now I think it’s cool. I’m lucky though. Rick almost made me amputate my whole goddamn arm. Glad I fought with him on that one…” I trail off.

I’m pretty good at killing the mood, I know. I’d almost forgotten about that fight with Rick though...Negan looks concerned now.

“Your dad wanted to chop off your arm?” he asks, sounding genuinely shocked. “Damn. Was it infected or some shit?”

“No,” I shrug. “We were gonna be attacked again any day and I think he thought it would save time to just cut it all off instead of operating haphazardly on my arm back at this prison we were hauled up in at the time. All the other grown-ups were fighting with him about it, saying it was a bad call, and Herschel, who was a doctor, told him that was a stupid idea. But he was pretty out of it. My mom had just died and Judith was just born and he was pissed off as all hell. Especially at me. Luckily, people backed me up and I got operated on and not amputated. I was awake when they did it too and all, but I guess I’d take that over being minus one arm.”

“Shiiit. That’s fucked up, baby girl,” Negan says quietly, his brow furrowed. I think I see anger flash across his features and he looks concerned as he strokes some fingers over my arm distractedly in reassurance. “No wonder you fuckin’ freaked when I threatened to cut off Carl’s…” he mumbles, thinking back.

I lean against him and realize he’s probably right.

“You’re a good big sister,” he tells me, looking me straight in the eye. “Standing up for him like that.”

“Thanks…” I say hesitantly because I’m not sure I agree.

For a minute, it’s quiet between us.

“You really fucking hate him, huh?” Negan asks into the silence. “Rick, I mean?”

“Yeah.” I nod because it’s true.

I don’t even have to think about the answer. Somehow, I feel safer with Negan —fucking Negan — than I do in my own home. And if that’s not fucked up, I don’t know what is. But I still love Rick in some weird, detached, scraping-against-the-inside-of-the-bottom-of-your-stomach kind of way. He is family after all and we’ve been through so much together.

"I understand. I hated my old man too, the prick,” Negan admits, frowning. “That may or may not be why I have a soft spot for badass kids with shitty fathers.” He nudges me with his elbow. “I’ll kill Rick for ya some day if you want,” he nods thoughtfully, elbowing me gently in the ribs. I can’t tell if he’s joking. “Just say the fucking word and I’m on it. That would be the punishment for Rick’s dick behavior if he lived here.”

“He’s my dad,” I snort, turning to stare at Negan incredulously. “Who says I want him dead? And he doesn’t live here.”

“Fine, fine. In a cell, then,” he proposes, waving his hand dismissively like that’s just a minor setback.

“Whatever,” I shrug. “As long as he’s away from me. And for the record,” I tell him, looking up into his light brown eyes, holding onto his hairy forearm so he knows I mean business. “He’s my dad.”

“Yeah, so?” Negan asks curiously, snorting a little in amusement.

“ So,” I continue. “ I would be the one to kill him. Not you. Duh.”

Negan cracks a toothy grin and throws back his head and laughs.

“Of course. I shoulda fucking known. Obviously, ” he snickers. “You are too fucking funny, kid. You little goddamn serial killer.”

I smile.

“What...what did your dad do?” I ask gently, suddenly fascinated.

“Oh, he was a no good, bastard drunk,” Negan grumbles, his jaw clenching, getting quieter. He takes back his hand and his body gets more still. “Knocked around my mom and I. Talk about a fucking low-life son of a bitch with no balls — beating up a lady and a kid. I fucking wish I killed him. Dumbass fucking coward drank himself to death so I never got the fucking chance...” he trails off.

“I’m sorry.” I tell him, snuggling closer to him, breathing in his scent. “I’d kill him with you if he were still around.”

“Sorry, kid,” Negan smirks a little bitterly. “But that is a job reserved for me and my lady Lucille. But hey, let’s eat.” He finally says as my stomach growls, cracking a small grin. “Here. No one's gonna fucking try to cut off any appendages while you're here with me.” He smirks. “Not tonight. I fucking promise.”

***

About an hour later, we’ve both finished eating and the empty plates are stacked on the nightstand. I’m enjoying the movie, but what I’m enjoying more is how fucking safe I feel here with Negan...and a proper meal in my belly.

At home in Alexandria, I never really feel safe. Of course there’s always the looming threat of walkers, but it’s more than that when I’m there. It’s more about my dad being around that always occupies my mind. I’m always waiting for the next landmine to blow and for him to snap on me. Or worrying about Judith and Carl. It feels nice to just chill here, lying against Negan’s broad chest, feeling the rising and falling of his steady breathing. And just doing something as simple as watching a movie. I don’t feel scared at all. How fucking nice and completely absurd.

Suddenly, Negan shifts his position ever so slightly to wrap his big arm around me and hold me closer, but in doing so, he shifts some weight against my stomach where a purple bruise has formed. It catches me off guard so I hiss softly in pain.

“What’s the matter?” Negan stammers softly in alarm, rubbing one of his eyes. “Did I hurt you, angel?”

Angel . What a fucking sap. He’ll kill me if he keeps talking to me like that. My heart can hardly take it.

“No, no, you didn’t do anything. I’m just sore is all. I just have a bruise. It’s fine.” I grimace and shift my weight to a more comfortable position, trying to reassure him and snuggle myself against him a little more, hoping he doesn’t move away.

“I got you this if you want it,” he says, grabbing the mysterious bottle from the doctor off the nightstand. “It’s for bruises and shit. To make ‘em hurt less and heal quicker…” He trails off, opening the bottle. He squirts some of the cream into his big hand and begins rubbing it and applying it to my arm where Rick grabbed me. “Figured you might need it…”

“Oh,” I say quietly, genuinely surprised, looking up at him. “Oh, shit. Thanks, Negan.”

“Don’t fucking mention it, kid. I don’t like seeing you all...raw and sore like that,” he says quietly, shrugging, not quite making eye contact with me, anger flashing across his features, his jaw clenching, but he calms it away. “Tell me to fuck off if I’m going too hard, alright?”

I nod. But he’s not at all. He’s being so fucking gentle. His hands feel so good moving against my skin. It’s like the exact opposite of how the bruise got there in the first place and how I’ve seen Negan bash people’s brains in...Something about that makes my skin tingle. He moves to my stomach.

“If I’m ever going too hard,” he tells me quietly, massaging my tummy. “In anything we’re doing, you’d fucking tell me wouldn’t you, sweetheart? You know I’d never fucking try to hurt you in a way you didn’t want...”

“Yeah, of fucking course,” I tell him in a lazy kind of awe at how good he feels touching me. “I believe you. Negan,” I say after a moment, sitting up a little. “But you know I’m not a pussy, right?”

Negan snorts and bursts out laughing, eyeing me like I am too funny.

“Do you really think I think that about you?” he snickers, looking genuinely surprised and curious. “Why? Cause you’re letting me put lotion on you? ‘Cause I asked you if you were okay? Cause we had a little goddamn heart-to-heart?”

I shrug. I guess I’m just used to constantly having to prove myself to get taken seriously and, to be fair, Negan does seem like the kinda guy who would make fun of doing lovey-dovey things like we’re doing now.

“Shit, if it makes anyone seem like a pussy it’s probably me,” he chuckles, shaking his head a little. “Don’t you know that? I put this shit on too sometimes, you know...Here, help me.” He says, his eyes lighting up like he’s gotten a good idea. “Put some on my back. I got hit with a two-by-four the other day, the fucking prick. There. That make you feel any better?”

I shrug again and nod a little and he smiles. I take the lotion from him and squirt some on my hands. It smells like vanilla. He’s being so nice and gentle with me I don’t wanna ruin it, so I start rubbing it into a brown bruise on the left side of his back. He leans against me and breathes out deep and slow.

“Ahhh. That’s it, baby,” He tells me, relaxing. “Shit, right there! How did ya get so good at this? You could have been a goddamn massage therapist!”

“Shut up,” I snort.

***

Another hour goes by and I feel myself nodding off in the crook of Negan’s arm against his warm body as the glare from the TV bathes us in flickering light. I don’t mean to fall asleep, it just happens. It feels so nice to be comfortable and cozy and full...I think I feel someone kiss the top of my head and stroke my hair gingerly, but I can’t be sure...if it’s really happening though, it feels so goddamn nice...

***

The next thing I know I hear the T.V. click off and Negan come and sit back against me and shift us both into a lying down position. I can feel his dick getting hard against the curve of my ass so instinctively I roll over and reach down to stroke it over the fabric of his boxers enthusiastically, yawning sleepily. He groans against my ear, but then he shifts his body into my palm and realizes what I’m doing and he moves my hand away.

“Nah, go to sleep, kid,” he says softly, fondly in his deep, gravelly voice, rough from sleepiness. I can hear the smile in his words that makes butterflies flutter in my stomach. “‘M tired as hell. Go back to bed. Go on…”

“But I wanna make you feel good,” I mumble sleepily, rubbing my eyes. “Wanna see your cock, Daddy,” I whisper.

" Shit ,” He breathes, sounding more awake. I can feel him get harder against me. “Somebody’s eager. And that’s sweet. I appreciate it, darlin’, I do, but tomorrow,” he decides. He shakes his head and chuckles. “God aren’t you a freak? Trust me when I tell you you’ll wanna see what I’m packing in the light of day.”

“Please, Daddy?” I ask softly, barely able to keep my eyes open, moving my body against him ever so slightly, folding myself further into his grasp. I don’t doubt him, but his cock feels good pressed up against me. He feels so big and warm. “Want you.”

“ Fuck ,” he curses softly, his fat dick prodding my ass now fully and I can tell it’s taking some self-control to keep on resisting. “N-No. Not tonight, baby. Don’t be a fucking brat. We gotta get some shut-eye. You’re practically dead.” I can hear him trying to reason with himself, yawning. “I got a goddamn empire to run in the morning. You’re not that special” he smirks.

“O-Oh, okay. It’s just… I want you is all,” I repeat pathetically, basically back asleep, turning to bury my face in his chest. For a little while it’s quiet as he strokes my hair. “You’re so hot…” I mumble.

He snorts.

“You make me feel safe…”

Just as I start to lose consciousness I hear him say in a sleepy voice:

“Want you too, Y/N...” he says so quietly I almost miss it. He chuckles softly. “But we have all the time in the world, kiddo. Want you to be awake ‘n all…” He pauses and shakes his head. He yawns again. “You need some fucking rest. Want me ? You already have me. Wrapped. Don’t you get it, you little shit?” He murmurs fondly into my hair.

“A’right,” I give in, exhaustedly, fading, reaching for his muscular arm that’s already cradled around me with how he’s holding me —even though I’m not sure I do get it. He grins; I feel it against my forehead. So I snuggle in closer, tighter, feeling so fucking safe and protected I hardly care. “O-okay, asshole. Good night, Negan.”

A/n: Feedback please or just leave a kudos if you enjoyed!!!!!! Chapter 5 will be coming soon but I have to finish writing it and know that people actually want me to post it.

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