#writing asks open

[sky-neverending]

bored. send me a ship from the following fandoms and a prompt n i'll write it. no smut but thats my only real limit ?

Stranger Things, Six of Crows, Shadowhunters, Good Omens, Heartstopper, TBOSAS, Young Royals, NPMD and TGWDLM, TWST, Newsies, Heir's Game, RWRB, JATP, Doctor Who, and a lot of random queer media!!

[maybankssweetheart]

A CAMERON LOLLAPALOOZA !

‘ baby , you wanna go lollapalooza ? ’

boyfriend!rafe takes the reader to her first ever festival …

word count ; 1.2k

tw ; non consensual touching

“Baby, you ready?” Rafe’s voice cut through the low hum of the fan as he slouched deeper into the couch of the Airbnb that you had rented for the weekend.

You had been saying ‘five more minutes’ for the last half an hour, but he didn’t mind waiting, not for you. Especially when he was scrolling mindlessly through your instagram.

“Holy shit…” he muttered under his breath with a soft sigh, his eyebrows raised slightly as he shifted in his seat, leaning in to get a better look at your newest post.

You weren’t even trying to show off in that picture, but Jesus. Your body? Fucking unreal. He groaned as he licked his lips. He’d taken the picture for you this morning, just messing around as you posed, but you looked insanely good.

Your skin, curves… you looked like a god damn angel. Rafe shamelessly adjusted the jeans he was wearing. He was the loudest and proudest boyfriend ever as he flooded your comment section with heart eyes and fire emojis, as well as reposting it to his story.

“Okay, sorry baby, I’m ready.” You said as you stepped out of the bedroom, standing in the doorway. “Ugh, picking an outfit is so hard. Like, is this okay? I feel like I’m gonna look stupid. What do people even wear to festivals?”

Rafe looked up, and froze.

You looked absolutely stunning as you stood there, adjusting the stack of bracelets on your right wrist. Your hair was done, lips glossy, and you were so hot. Rafe slipped his phone into his back pocket as he stood up slowly to walk towards you.

“Jesus, baby…” he said, his breath caught in his throat as his eyes dragged over you, completely entranced. “…Fuck, you look amazing.” Rafe let out a shaky breath followed by a groan as he entrapped your body in his arms, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

Your cheeks flushed, giggling softly as he soaked you up with a tight grip. You pulled away to adjust your top, leaving him staring at you with those big, blue eyes. “Shut up…”

“No, I’m serious…” Rafe reached out to grip your waist again, giving you a kiss to your neck. “Dunno how I’m gonna focus today..” He breathes your scent in. “Fuckin’ perfect…” He smiled as he pulled back slightly, to plant a kiss to your lips.

“You’re already the best dressed, babe.”

The crowd was buzzing and swelled with noise, the sun staring to dip as the first headliner of the festival came out, Tyler, the Creator. The lights flared while the bass sent vibrations through the ground. Rafe stood behind you with his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, swaying gently to the beat of the music.

Your hands were swaying in the air, your body moving against his while you sung along to the songs. Your hands found the nape of his neck as you softly scratched it, his eyes rolling.

He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. “You like it?” He mumbled while staring intently at you.

“I love it!” You shouted over the music. “This is amazing!”

Your happiness lit him up, leaving him grinning ear to ear. He was pulled out of his loved up moment when someone clapped him on the back.

“Yo.” Topper was half drunk already, a lazy smirk on his face. “Hey, Topper.” You beam brightly, looking back to the performance.

“You look good, girlie.” He smirks, his right hand in his pocket as he lifted a bottle of beer to his lips with his left. Rafe’s eyes narrow, just slightly.

“Yea, my girl always does.” He hums, giving Topper a one over before resting his head on top of yours and starting to sway with you again.

The VIP lounge was bustling with low noise, strung with warm lights and red solo cups all over the floor. You and Rafe were curled up on a low couch, you basically sitting on his lap.

“My throats so dry.” You groaned. “I need a cold one.”

Rafe looked up from his phone immediately. “I got you baby, just water?” He asked as he gently moved you to the side and stood up with a stretch. When you nod, he leaned down to kiss your cheek and sauntered towards the bar.

You barely had time to sit back before someone dropped themselves right up against your side.

Oh.

“Where’s your bodyguard? Thought he didn’t leave you anywhere.” Topper slurred slightly, putting an arm around the back of the sofa. You looked to him and offered a tight smile.

“Getting me water.” You said shortly, looking over to the bar trying to spot Rafe. Topper leant in a little more. “You look good tonight…” His eyes dropped to your chest.

You nodded with an awkward chuckle, leaning back and pulling your phone out to message Rafe.

‘can you come back lol’

As you stood up to put some space between you and Topper, his hands slid behind you, grabbing a full hand of your ass. You jolted away, a shocked expression on your face.

“Are you serious-,” Before you could finish your sentence, Rafe’s voice cut through the air, turning a few heads.

“The fuck did you just do?”

He was already there, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed, a look of disgust on his face as he glared at Topper, the bottle of water already forgotten on the ground.

Topper held up his hands as he stood up, smirking slightly. “Chill, bro-,”

Rafe shoved him back and gripped the collar of his shirt. “Don’t fuckin’ bro me, we’re not friends.” He spat out behind gritted teeth. “Touch her again, and I’ll knock your fuckin’ teeth out clean.”

You gasped and stepped in quickly, gently tugging Rafe from Topper, who was left stumbling, and moved away from him. “Rafe, baby, listen…” You spoke softly as your hands held his face.

He did, breathing heavily with his jaw clenched. “You okay?” He asked under his breath, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt to ground himself as he gripped it.

“I’m fine, let go, baby..” your hands slip down to his, pulling him away from the scene. Rafe glared once more at Topper, his hand slipping into your back pocket as you walked away.

When you got back to the Airbnb, the quiet was broken as Rafe was all over you, kissing anywhere his lips could reach as he backed you into the bedroom.

You both were tangled in each other on the bed, his mouth moving over yours sloppily and lazily, like he was trying to submerge himself in you.

He pulled back gently with a soft hum, his lips swollen and a dark glint in his eyes. “Sit back…” He said, voice rough.

“What?”

“Just for a sec, sit back. Pose, baby…” murmured, pulling his phone out of his pocket. You laughed, rolling your eyes, but posed anyway; your knees bent, head tilted, pouting as you threw a peace sign, your lipgloss smudged over your mouth.

Click.

He snapped the photo on his phone, mumbling a quiet ‘fuck’ as he looked at it, clicking a few buttons before he tossed it behind him, resuming to kissing you with his hands tangled in your hair.

It was posted to his instagram, which was already basically a fan account of you.

The caption?

Mine. Try again next time.

[cloudedcreams]

thinking of a depressed! yandere meeting his darling whilst she’s drunk in a bar.

he’d felt so spent that night. staring into his glass with a look of dismay, alcohol stenching his breath. it was right in his moment of hopelessness that you appeared, the moment where he truly felt like sinking into his seat and feeling himself let go.

you sat besides him, cheerful from your drinks with pink plastered across your cheeks. you gave him a little nudge and he could still remember the encouraging smile you’d given him, paired with the way eyes crinkled up as you stared at him.

the two of you became well acquainted that night, so well to the extent of maybe being friends. you claimed it your mission to be to ‘cheer him up’ and when he asked where your friends were you told him that you had come alone.

conversation flowed between the two of you with ease. it didn’t take long for you to be offering him a stay at your home, which he accepted against his better judgement. the two of your stumbled onto your bed, pressed against each other and yet not engaging in nothing other than talk.

he wanted to know all about you, and in your state of drunkenness you were all too willing to tell.

you told him of your past, of your traumas of your fears. you described to him experiences he could hardly match up to your pretty face, all before falling asleep laid in his arms.

he enjoyed the feeling of safety you gave him, the jovial spark your eyes held before they succumbed to a silent rest. it’d be okay when you woke up, shocked to see a man you barely remembered.

he’d explain everything. well the parts that sounded nice to him anyways. <3

[bluerosefox]

Prom Invite

Wanna know what would be funny.

DeadTired Prom story.

Like no really hear me out.

As a bet or a dare or just Danny deciding to shoot his shot, Danny asks Tim Drake-Wayne to Casper's High Senior Prom via social media. He honestly thinks it will NEVER happen because come on its the internet and stuff.

But what if, what if Tim whose had an argument with Bruce or something and wanting to have some normal fun again before he became CO-CEO of WE or Red Robin see's the @ Danny sent him and decides you know what.

WHY THE HECK NOT?!

Danny wasn't expecting the guy to show up on prom night to pick him.

[spaceyaemonds]

pairing: dr. jack abbot x reader

sum.: you meet a few of jack’s coworkers.

warnings: age gap (jack is late 40s, reader is 23), slightish angst?? just incase?? i don’t think it is but just incase, unplanned pregnancy, jack is divorced, not a widower, and it is mentioned that he previously did not want kids. minors DNI.

notes: okay so this is not what i had initially planned for this part, but i could not get what was supposed to be the second half of this to flow how i wanted so i am scrapping some of it and putting into part 6! also, there will definitely still be a lot of teasing and stuff said by the ED staff!!! i just didn’t know how to incorporate everyone here quite yet, but it’ll come! starting with part 6, they will be slightly longer pieces (but all less than 4-5k words) so we can get more into the drama of the story. in the next part, there will be slight angst (that was supposed to be here LOL, i’m sorry!) AND smut! i also have a few more drabbles for this universe that i hope to post this week, but parts 6 (and possibly 7) will be taking priority along with the schedule i posted yesterday. unedited. and as always, any feedback is extremely appreciated, it helps keep me motivated. especially reblogs/comments/asks!

wc: 1k

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Unfortunately, immediately after getting off the phone with you and getting his keys to Dana, an ambulance pulls up with a trauma, which not only means he is probably not going to be able to see you, but you’re meeting Dana alone.

Which leaves you in your current situation, standing awkwardly in front of said nurse while she looks you over, studying you.

Of all the things she was expecting when Jack Abbot told him a girl was coming to pick up his keys and drop hers off, you are not at all what her brain came up with.

Not that there’s anything wrong with you, except for the fact you look a little young for Jack. But she definitely didn’t imagine you.

“So, you’re borrowing Jack’s truck?” Her tone is friendly when she asks.

She seems nice, but she makes you nervous. Being here makes you nervous. You don’t know what Jack has or hasn’t told his coworkers about you or this situation.

You nod, a small smile on your face despite your discomfort, “Um, yes. I’m buying a new desk and my car is too small to get it home,”

She nods politely, “Are you neighbors?”

She knows the answer, that you are definitely not neighbors, but she’s curious about what you’ll say.

You bite your lip, “Uh, something like that?”

She raises her eyebrow at the way you word your answer as a question, but before she can speak up, Samira says your name.

She’s smiling brightly, “I thought that was you! Are you doing okay?,”

You smile back at her, “I’m good,”

“How’s the baby?”

You freeze, glancing at Dana out of the corner of your eye, praying to god that she doesn’t put it together.

Dana’s brows raise to her hairline, looking between you and Samira, and then briefly glancing at trauma two. No fucking way.

“Um, good- great actually. Just a little grape in there,” You chuckle, gesturing to your abdomen before turning to Dana, digging your keys out of your purse and clipping the key to your apartment off the chain.

“Anyway, um, can you just make sure Jack gets these, please?”

Dana nods, “You sure you don’t wanna try and wait for him?”

You look between her and Samira, a slightly anxious look in your eyes, “Yeah, no. He’s gonna be by later anyway so I’ll just see him then,”

You wince, why the fuck did you say that?

That causes Dana to smirk, “He’ll be over later,”

“Yeah, well I mean, maybe. He’ll have to get his truck back at some point. Probably tonight, but I mean who knows, ya know?”

In the midst of your rambling, you don’t realize Jack has finally wrapped up his case and is standing right behind you.

“What are you going on about?”

You about jump out of your skin, “Oh my god!” Your hand is on your chest as you take a deep breath, dramatically trying to calm yourself down, “You scared me,”

He laughs with a cheeky shrug, mumbling a small sorry as he squeezes your shoulder gently before taking your keys from Dana. He bites back a laugh at the lip gloss attached to your keychain, “You aren’t gonna need that?”

You smile, the anxious feeling finally leaving you, “No, I have a few in my purse.”

Jack briefly catches Dana’s eye as he places his hand on your shoulders and guides you out of the ED, her eyebrows are raised in question, glancing between the two of you. He shakes his head at her and mouths later and continues walking you to where he’s parked, not realizing the storm he’s started up at the nurses station.

“Now, don’t go lifting this desk by yourself or anything like that. It’s not good for you or the baby,”

You glance up at him, “I already places the order for it, they’re just going to put it in the truck when I’m ready and a neighbor said he could get his son and they can bring it up for me,”

He tries not to bristle at the mention of your neighbor that he hasn’t met yet.

“Alright, well I can help you get it put together tonight and make sure your equipment gets all set up.”

His offer makes you smile brightly at him, “Are you sure? I know you’ll be tired after working,”

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t offer if I couldn’t do it, honey.”

There’s that name again. You love it when he calls you that, it makes you feel warm inside.

He bites back a smirk as he watches you squirm, already knowing you well enough to know your cheeks feel hot.

“Well, if you insist. I’ll have dinner and beer ready when you get to my place,”

“You sure know the way to a man’s heart, honey.”

“Just yours, anyway,” You don’t give him time to respond, leaving quickly and not even realizing the impact your words just had on him.

When he gets back inside, Dana is giving him a side eye, and try as he might, he just can’t ignore it.

“Just say what you need to say,”

Dana hums, “She’s young,”

Jack sighs, running a hand down his face before scratching at his jaw, “Yeah,”

“She pregnant?”

There’s no judgment in her question, she watches silently as he pulls out his wallet to hand her the photo of your ultrasound.

“Yeah, ten weeks.”

She sighs softly, looking at the baby, “Yours?”

Jack just grunts in response. Not sure what to say or how to say it.

Dana puts a hand on his arm, squeezing softly, “I thought you didn’t want kids?”

He closes his eyes, “I didn’t. This wasn’t exactly planned. But I’m taking responsibility for this, for her,”

“Does she want you to take responsibility for her?” Dana’s question is valid, and Jack knows that.

“I told her I wouldn’t abandon her. And I won’t.”

“You’re a good man, Jack,” She gives his arm one final squeeze before pulling her hand away, “She seems nice,”

He smiles, “Yeah, she is. Real fucking smart too. And funny,”

Dana feels her chest squeeze at how Jack looks when he talks about you, unable to recall if he’s ever been this way before.

They sit in silence for a few moments before glancing up at Robby when he makes his way up, devilish glint in his eyes.

Jack sighs, already knowing what’s coming.

“I didn’t realize your babies mom is in her twenties, Jack,”

“You mad I got more game than you or something?”

Robby laughs, “Is that what we’re calling it?”

[sw33tm0urningl4mb]

Deep/Fun Questions to Ask!

Do you like watching sunsets?

Have you ever started a rumor?

What makes you laugh hard?

What's the last concert you went to?

If you believed in it, what would you be reincarnated to?

What's your current vocal stim?

What shirt are you wearing?

Who or what is on your mind?

What are your favorite pair of shoes?

What would easily win you over if someone gave you it?

What three words describe you?

What's a funny memory you have?

Do you have any drunk stories?

What's one thing you own that you're sure no one else has?

Do you have any superstitions?

What is your guilty pleasure?

What weird thing do you do when you're alone?

What is the worst food you've ever had?

What fictional character would you bring to life if you could?

If you could join a career immediately, what would it be?

What keeps you going during the day?

Current song on repeat?

Funniest inside joke?

What's your favorite piece of jewelry you own?

Favorite niche topic?

What fandom are you currently in?

Most controversial take?

Favorite ship and why?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos, and what are they?

What is your worst & best quality?

[bachshot]

I can't stop thinking about Mickey being an absolute munch, there's nowhere he feels more at home than in-between your legs. It doesn't matter where or when, if he can get down there's he's doing it! Before sex as foreplay, after sex when he's too tired to properly go for a second found, a treat in the morning after he knows you had a grueling shift the night before.... The list goes on.

But his favourite time to eat you out, or rather your favourite time to see him eat you out, is usually after he's been reprinted. He's always quiet then, trying to shake off that freshly printed funk and processing his death, it makes him long to be close to you. He always seeks you out after, coaxing you back to one of your bunks if you aren't there already, and it starts off innocently enough with him laying with you, needing to feel you close to him.

He loves your thighs, resting his head on them with his arms wrapped around your waist as you play with his hair. It doesn't take long until he's spicing things up though, giving kisses to your thighs and pulling at your waistband, looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes in a silent 'please' you just can't say no to.

Fresh off the printer he's always desperate, like his sensations are dialled up to ten, and it shows in the way he eats you out like a man starved. He suckles at your clit, hands grasping your hips to keep you close like he's scared you'll run away, and constantly looking up at you for validation. It was difficult not to give him the praise he craved when he had you like this from just his tongue alone. More often than not, he can cum just from eating you out, he tries to hold himself back on regular occasions but he can't stop himself when he's newly printed like this grinding into the mattress as he eats you out, sure he'll cum before you do but they doesn't stop him. He whimpers and groans into your pussy, never one for being quiet, and its impossible not to soak those sounds up.

And, in the end, when you cum he always lifts his head and looks at you with that same glazed over look, his chin wet with your arousal as he breathes out a 'thank you'.

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (usft dialouge prompts)

❝ i’m not letting you sleep tonight. ❞

❝ i want to wreck you so good you forget your own name. ❞

❝ don't hold back i want it all. ❞

❝ you started this. now finish it. ❞

❝ get over here and take it. ❞

❝ you look better underneath me. ❞

❝ i’m going to ruin you for anyone else. ❞

❝ be a good thing and open up for me. ❞

❝ let me hear how much you need it. ❞

❝ i want to memorize every sound you make. ❞

❝ you're shaking already? we’re just getting started. ❞

❝ strip. now. ❞

❝ i’m going to have you begging for mercy. ❞

❝ you make the prettiest sounds when you break. ❞

❝ spread your legs for me. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you’re desperate. ❞

❝ stay still or i’ll make you. ❞

❝ you’re not allowed to come until i say so. ❞

❝ don’t think. just feel. ❞

❝ tell me how bad you need it. ❞

❝ you're not leaving this bed until i'm done with you. ❞

❝ you look so good when you're falling apart. ❞

❝ i’m going to leave you trembling. ❞

❝ stay nice and loud for me, sweetheart. ❞

❝ such a needy little thing, aren’t you? ❞

❝ i want every last drop of you. ❞

❝ no one else gets to see you like this. only me. ❞

❝ i’ll go slow... if you beg. ❞

❝ don’t even think about holding back your moans. ❞

❝ if you can still think, i’m not doing it right. ❞

❝ this isn’t over until you’re completely ruined. ❞

❝ you’re going to take everything i give you. ❞

❝ i’m not stopping until you're shaking and crying for me. ❞

❝ hands behind your back. i want to control everything. ❞

❝ so needy. so messy. so perfect. ❞

❝ you're dripping already? god, you’re filthy. ❞

❝ say you're mine while i ruin you. ❞

❝ you’re going to be sore tomorrow and you’ll be begging for more. ❞

❝ i’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget how to breathe. ❞

❝ look at you, falling apart just for me. ❞

❝ cry for me. i want to see it. ❞

❝ you’ll be thinking about this every time you touch yourself. ❞

❝ you're not allowed to come until you’re crying. ❞

❝ you don't get to decide when it's over. i do. ❞

❝ i’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name. ❞

❝ let me see you lose control. ❞

❝ i’ll ruin you so good, you’ll be ruined for anyone else. ❞

[urfriendlywriter]

How to write angst ?

@urfriendlywriter | req by @everynowandthenihaveacrisis @aidyaiden :)

know your character. from their deepest fears to what they cherish the most. know your deepest fear, ask yourself how you will react and feel at that moment. "oh shit, if this happened to me I'll lose my mind" what's that type of scenario for you? write it. :)

decide on the type of angst you are going for!

major, minor, physical, emotional, paranormal, spiritual, verbal, abusive, quarrel, misunderstanding, etc.

and then, decide on--what reaction you can take out of your character by doing what to them.

are they gonna be, held at a gunpoint to give something up? or have their soul wrecked by whom they thought were close to them? or is it going be horror, or etctec, decide on it.

moving on to actually writing it-

Tip 1 - Use sensory details.

her eyes brimmed with tears

his chest heaved

pain clawed at his heart, as his face twisted with hurt

his scream pierced my heart

her lips quivered

she dug her nails into her palms (to distract herself, to stop it from shaking, etc)

show what is happening to ur MC, instead of telling it.

Tip 2 - how to actually write it.

If they're panicking, make them notice too many things at once, show every detail that they're seeing, feeling, from touch, to that burning sensation on their eyes, the blood on the ground, that dryness of their throat, the buzzing in their head and their parted lips unable to trust their own sight, and--and, boom! have them register that they're really really in trouble. and that they've to act fast.

use short, very minimal type of writing for this. make it long, but not long enough that it feels like it's being dragged.

the readers should hold themselves back from skimming the page out of curiousity, they should be in their toes to find out what happens next.

what does your MC do in times of panic? do they chant calm down to themselves, do they get angry, or start crying.. or?? what makes your character genuinely feel an emotion so hard that they'll burst?

there's always something, someone that'll always give them love and easily can be that something or someone to take it away. yk.

Tip 3 - crying.

what is close to your character that u can deprive them of? will it make them cry? beg for it?

what will make ur character cry so hard, that their scream fills everyone's ear, stays in their minds like ghosts and always haunts them?

make a character who never cries, burst out with tears.

while writing crying, focus on the 5 senses, one after the other.

focus it on their breath, make them run out of breath, gasp for air, feel like they're being choked, cry so scrutinizingly. it shud punch the reader's gut.

have them replay what had just happened over and over again in their head

best books and writing styles (for angst) to analyse and learn from (in my opinion);

3rd book in the AGGTM series (yk it hit hard like a truck. it got me depressed in bed the entire time lmao)

Five Survive by Holly Jackson. The moments of red outside of the truck, and moments leading to it.

there's this book called " Warm by @untalentedwriter127 " in wattpad. the author served angst for breakfast, lunch anddd dinner.

and if there's more angsty ones, drop em in the comments! :)

Hope this helps, tag me when yall write a masterpiece! ;)

[deliriousgrl-writes]

Riding nate in his room after a football game would be insane

YES especially if he was in a bad mood 👀

secret//nate jacobs x fem reader

cw: emotional abuse, male anatomy described, female anatomy described, secret relationship, unprotected p in v, degradation, fem reader tries to top for the first time, riding nate because he’s sad or mad or whatever’s going on in his pretty head, he’s rlly mean tbh, doesn’t matter because you’re obsessed with him and he is with you

you knew better than to try and open your mouth right now. nate was silent as he drove down the dark streets of your town, his jaw clenched and his big hand gripping the steering wheel hard.

you were nate’s secret, you knew that, and it hurt more than ever tonight. you had been watching him in the bleachers during his game, the stands crowded and loud. your eyes were on him the whole time, number eighteen and his tall form a force on the manicured green grass. everything was going well, nate was one of the greatest assets on the high school football team, usually being the one who won the games. but tonight had turned out different, nate had seemed distracted before the game, though you weren’t able to speak with him before the game had started to try and find out why. you had saw something different in his brown eyes, his usual pride and confidence missing as he set foot on the field.

east highland was winning, and you were smiling and happy, cheering with the rest of your peers and everyone on the bleachers. everything was going as great as it always did when you watched nate play football, the scoreboard letting everyone know that the team was going to remain undefeated. your eyes focused on nate, watching as one of his teammates threw him the ball, but instead of running, nate’s tall form stayed put. you weren’t sure what was going on with him, or where his dark eyes were looking, but he froze. it happened so fast from where you were seated in real time, but as you sat, wondering why nate wasn’t running to go ahead and win the game, time seemed slower. your heart began to beat faster, your brows pinched together, and before you knew it someone on the other team was knocking nate’s tall body backwards on the field. your eyes widened, standing up on the metal bleachers, worry ringing through you. you wished more than anything that you could run over to him, wanting to be beside him but were forced to watch as his teammates, coach, referee, and medic crowded around him on the bright grass of the field. you couldn’t be with him, because nate wouldn’t want it, he wished to keep you far away in his day to day life. out of sight from everyone. his secret.

you were still stinging with worry as he finally got up, his coach and the ref holding his tall body up, nate’s face looking down at the ground like he didn’t want anyone to see him. they pulled him off the field, away from your view while you were forced to watch the rest of the game. his team won, but you didn’t care, just yearning to be wherever he was.

nate usually spent time with you after games, after he was paraded around with his teammates, accepting cheers and smiles. you knew where you needed to wait after games, somewhere in the dark and away from any prying eyes, where nate’s silver truck would pull up and you’d have to struggle to jump in. so you waited, watching as vehicles drove out of the parking lot, people leaving and the bright lights of the field shutting off. you wrapped your arms around yourself, wondering how long it would take him to finally show up, wondering if he was in pain or was being taken to the hospital or something.

but he finally showed up, and that’s why you found yourself in the uncomfortable silence as he drove you to his house. you wanted to say something, all the words on the tip of your tongue, but if you said them you figured nate would only get angry, taking all his frustration out on you instead of himself. he would probably accuse you of thinking he was weak or something, a retaliation due to his own insecurities. he’d been seeing you in secret for about seven months at that point and you’d learned enough about him to know how seriously he took himself, how much he beat himself up for being any less than the man he wanted himself to be. who he pretended to be. it was his ego and more than ever, watching his tense body drive in the dark, his ego was bruised.

once nate finally pulled up to his large family home, you jumped when he got out, him slamming the drivers side door of his big truck with force. you winced slightly, your body on high alert when instead of opening your door for you and helping you get out like he usually did, he quickly jogged up to his front door. when you finally worked up the courage to make it out of his truck and into his house, you slowly walked up the staircase, your eyes scanning around the jacob’s family portraits, younger versions of nate making your stomach twist. his bedroom door was closed and you slowly turned the knob, walking into his tidy space, the smell of his room a small comfort to you. the sound of the shower running could be heard from behind his bathroom door, and you went to sit down on his bed, your heart racing as you wondered what kind of mood he would be in once he was in your presence again.

you’d seen how angry nate could be, how much his face would change and how his deep voice sounded when he screamed. he had scared you more than once during the past seven months but you cared too much to walk away. finding yourself clinging to him no matter how fucked up the situation he put you in was. it felt as if you were helpless without him, nate made sure of it, making sure that you had no one close in your life but him. even your relationship with your family was strained now, spending any ounce of free time you had with nate, one of his main rules for you. and you did what he said everytime, everything he wished. after all, you just wanted him. only him.

your eyes darted to the bathroom door once he walked out, seeing his tall, lean muscular body in only some tight black boxers, watching as he moved around his dimly lit room. a lump was in your throat, his hands pulling out some clothes out of his wardrobe, his broad shoulders tense. you shifted nervously on his bed, his soft duvet under the exposed skin of your legs under your dress. nate liked when you wore feminine things like dresses and skirts, and you quickly changed your preferences to meet his, always wanting him to enjoy the way you looked even if you were uncomfortable.

he finally sat on the edge of the bed and your eyes stayed on him from where you sat near his pillows. you could hear his deep breathing, his slightly tanned, muscular upper body on display. the clothes he’d just dragged out of his wardrobe were piled beside him at the end of the bed but he made no move to put them on. your heart started to race as he put his head in his hands, him not making a sound but obviously showing signs of distress. “nate?” you whispered, anxiety in your limbs.

you could see him take a breath before he spoke, his deep voice low. “what?”

his reply was a bit muffled in his large hands still covering his face and you found yourself feeling bad for him. you knew that he was beating himself up because of the mishap at his game and you wished that he wouldn’t, your heart clenching in your chest. you let out a soft breath before moving on the bed behind him, your fingers a little shaky as you hesitantly placed them on his broad shoulders. his muscles tensed beneath your fingers and he pulled his hands down from his face, his elbows still resting on his thighs as he turned his head a little to look at you before you spoke. “are you-”

he cut you off before you could finish your sentence, his brows furrowing a little. “don’t even start,” he interrupted, his jaw clenching as he narrowed his dark eyes at you. it was as if he didn’t want you to try and comfort him at all, to just ignore how he was feeling and what had happened during his game. it made you upset, though you would never say so, not wanting to make him angry. you bit your lip as he turned away from you again, your hands still placed on his shoulders. you knew he didn’t wish to talk about how he felt but you also wanted to do anything you could to make him feel better. to ease his stress and try to turn him back into the nate you usually knew, the one who kept you hidden from his world but would also be the kindest, most doting boy you’d ever met. the boy who’d secretly left sweet notes in your locker, the boy who would pull you into dark corners in the high school you both attended to flirt with you and make you blush uncontrollably. of course nate could be rough during sex with you, but you didn’t mind, you liked it, one of the things nate made you realize about yourself. no matter how hard he would push you, no matter how rough, he would wrap you in his arms afterwards and praise you. kiss you all over and make you believe that he really saw you as all the good things he said he did. that you really were so good for him. so you decided to make him feel better the only way he would allow you to, taking the lead for the first time since he’d been sneaking around with you.

you closed your eyes for a second before you started, still feeling the lump in your throat and anticipating a bad reaction as you started to press your lips to his shoulders from behind. you did it over and over, gentle and soft, feeling his hot, freshly showered skin beneath your lips and smelling the delicious smell of his body wash in your nostrils. you rubbed your hands down his toned back, still pressing kisses to his skin. you finally felt him start to relax though he didn’t turn to look at you just yet, making you still feel weary as you continued. you were nervous to even be doing this, nate was always the one who initiated, always the one who kissed or touched you first, but you kept going, starting to feel yourself ache for him as you ran your hands over the muscles of his back.

you were on your knees behind him now, sitting up a bit as you leaned your head over beside his own, pressing your lips to his neck. you closed your eyes, your small fingers climbing up his back to his shoulders before traveling down to his collar bones. you were enjoying how warm and strong he felt beneath your fingertips, how heavenly he smelled as you slowly kissed the side of his neck all over. your eyes widened when he suddenly got up, making you fall back a little on his mattress, meeting his dark gaze as he peered down at you. you felt scared for a moment, wondering if his mood still hadn’t shifted from feeling your lips on his skin, but it quickly dissipated some as he leaned down and crawled over you. his strong arms were on either side of your head as he hovered over you smaller body, his face only inches from your own and you felt his hot minty breath over your skin. you didn’t wait for him to speak or move, you wanted to be the one who made him feel good, you wanted to make him feel all the things he was always making you feel. so you reach your hands up and cupped both his cheeks beneath your palms, pulling his head down a little as you finally crashed your lips onto his. nate reciprocated the kiss, thankfully for you, and you pulled him down lower, wrapping your arms around his neck to get closer. he pressed his body against you, his body heat making your stomach swirl and you could already feel how hard he was in his tight boxers, his tip poking into your leg. nate’s breathing was getting faster as you moved your lips over his, your fingers going to tangle in his damp, short hair.

nate was always making you feel high off him, the way his hands touched you or his lips tasted making your brain go fuzzy and your heart pound. you moaned into his mouth when he pressed his hardness into you, making him bring his hands down and grip your hips, pushing you hard against his bed. a fire was building inside of you as he dug his fingers through the soft material of your dress and into your hips, his mouth beginning to move a little more hungrily over your own.

you wanted him to forget about how the game went, forget about all the stress he was under, forget about anything but the way you felt in his hands and how your body craved his own. and it seemed to be working. he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and lifted your body up a bit, forcing you to sit in his lap, your thighs on either side of his hips. you could feel his cock pushing through his boxers against you, your dress concealing it but his hardness was pressed against your panties. it made your stomach burn and your body ache, knowing that he wanted you. you were still kissing him, your hands still in his hair as his own large hands ran up and down your sides. he pulled away, though his teeth caught your bottom lip, tugging it a bit before releasing it, making your breathing hitch. “what do you want?” he mumbled, his voice low and a bit breathless.

your face was already contorted into a needy expression, your head above his as his hands roamed over your body, his fingers squeezing a little as he gripped your ass through your dress. “to make y-you feel better,” you finally whined, his fingers digging into your bottom more. he nodded his head, looking up at you with his dark eyes, a sight that made you feel weak and like his prey.

“you wanna make me feel better? then let me use your tight fucking pussy,” he barked, moving his hand up to quickly grab a handful of your hair and tug your face down lower so that he was looking down at you. you whined, the painful sting of him pulling your hair versus how much pleasure you got from his cock still pressing up against your panties making you grow even wetter and achy. “say yes,” he commanded, narrowing his lustful gaze on you.

“yes,” you whined, nodding your head over and over. he pulled your face up to his again with your hair in his fingers, crashing his lips onto yours forcibly. his tongue traced between you lips, the taste of his toothpaste still on his wet tongue and making you whimper into his mouth. he released your hair, his hands moving to your hips and pulling you on top of his muscular body, his head hitting his pillows as he kept kissing you. you were straddling him, already lost in pleasure because of how intoxicating it felt to be wanted by him, a sensation you were always chasing it seemed. he pulled away, his breathing heavy as you stared down at him from above with wide, desperate eyes. he bucked his hips up, making you gasp in pleasure from feeling his clothed cock against your soaking core that rested in your panties still.

“you’re so fucking worked up already,” he taunted, “such a slut for me. already begging me to use your cunt.” his deep voice and degrading comments only made you ache more, already ready to start begging like he always made you. “i can feel how fucking soaked you are, even through my underwear. leaking all over my cock like a needy whore,” he smirked, shaking his head, “you like it, don’t you? letting me feel how much your pussy aches for me? i bet you want me to touch you right now and feel it? you want that, don’t you?”

you bit your lip, nodding and feeling him buck his hips up into you again, making you release your lip and moan. “don’t nod, say it. say, ‘i want you to feel how wet my pussy is for you.’ say it.”

he always made you say filthy things like this, but it turned you on so much. you really were needy for him, he could use you as he wished, however he saw fit and you wouldn’t complain. oh, how lost in him you really were. “i-i want you to feel… i want you to feel how wet m-my pussy is for y-you,” you stumbled out, your heat growing wetter as you said what he wanted you to say. he nodded, bringing his large hand up and cupping your cheek, his palm warm as he rubbed your face with his thumb.

“exactly. i know how much you want me,” he purred, his eyes peering into yours, “how much you want me to just fuck you until your fucking screaming. you know only i can make you feel that way right?” you nodded, actually agreeing with him. “now do what you said you’d do. make me feel better and take off your pretty little dress for me like a good slut.”

you immediately started ripping off your dress, so eager for him to touch your bare skin. you finally pulled it off your head, throwing it somewhere in his tidy room, leaving you in only your matching baby blue bra and panties. nate let out a breath, taking both his hands and starting to tease you with his fingers, tickling your skin as he started moving his fingertips up your thighs, over your hips and sides, before stopping as he got to your shoulders. your body twitched and squirmed on top of him as he did so, and you knew he enjoyed it. he liked teasing you until you were desperate for him, until you couldn’t take anymore. he smirked as he watched you shiver when he started pulling down your bra straps, his feather light touches making you squirm on top of his hard cock that pressed through his boxers.

nate pulled down your bra straps all the way, the cups of your bra releasing your breasts, your chest heaving, making them rise and fall, up and down as you stayed on top of him. “look at these tits,” he whispered, his deep voice still low, “your nipples are hard already. you want me to touch them, don’t you? yeah, i think that’d make me feel a lot better. you want me to feel better, right?”

“yes,” you whimpered, feeling his fingertips trace around them, the skin under your breasts and above them on your chest. you bit your lip, taking a breath when he finally started to fondle you. his big hands were warm on your skin, goosebumps raising all over your trembling body. the skin of his palms pressed against your sensitive nipples, making you let out a sharp gasp and choking you up. you looked down at him, his dark eyes directly on your face, an evil smirk on his lips.

“god you’re such a whore,” nate smirked, still keeping his voice quiet, “i can feel you getting wetter, you know? you like how my hands feel on these pretty tits, don’t you?” you nodded, already feeling overstimulated from his touch until he squeezed your breasts harder, his fingers dipping into your skin until it almost hurt. you let out a muffled cry, your voice choking from how worked up you were getting, from how turned on you already were. you’d do anything he said, let him touch you as he wished, tease you until he saw fit to give in. you let him be selfish, you knew that part of him would never change.

after his tight squeeze with his warm hands, he finally reach around your trembled form to unhook your bra, the blue material falling down over his abs beneath you. he grabbed it quickly and threw it somewhere in his clean room. “now,” he breathed out, almost rolling his eyes at you from how much you trembled and squirmed on top of him, knowing he could be rude to you right now because you didn’t care how he treated you in moments like this, because you secretly liked it, “you’re going to be a good girl for me and you’re going to take off those panties and you’re going to take my cock and ride me till i cum, okay? that would make me feel so much better.”

your needy face looked down at him, his fingers hooking into your cotton panties and teasing the skin on your hips, his eyes narrowing on you a bit and waiting for your submission. you’d never been on top of him before, never rode him. but he was asking you to, and he did say it’d make him feel better. you couldn’t help but whisper a soft, ‘okay’ and move off of his tall body for a moment, giving in despite your nerves. you slipped off the edge of his bed, standing there, feeling exposed with his gaze all over your body. you started to take your underwear off but he quickly stopped you as soon as you started, his voice sounding annoyed as he spoke. “turn around and let me see you bend over as you take them off,” his deep voice instructed you, a tinge of annoyance still evident in his tone, “go on.”

you bit your lip as you obeyed him, turning around and bending over slowly as you slipped your soaked blue panties off your body. they hit the ground and you stepped out of them, swallowing before you turned around. your heart started racing once you saw him, his own underwear off now and his thick, long cock in his hand. he rolled his brown eyes when you didn’t automatically step over and get back on the bed, annoyed that you just stood there and looked at his hardness. “do what i told you to do,” he sighed, his brows pinching together as he heard your soft rapid breaths, “i told you what would make me feel better, now do it.”

you nodded and crawled back on top of his tall, muscular body, the both of you now naked. you felt his cock from beneath you, your wetness resting on top of it and making your body heat up and your pussy ache painfully. his hands were digging into your hips, his nails painfully sticking into you as he waited impatiently. “stick it in you,” he gritted out, narrowing his eyes up at you again, “i know you don’t need any fucking time for foreplay. you’re practically dripping on my cock right now. so do what you want. you’re greedy like that, aren’t you? maybe you don’t even care how i feel or want me to feel better, maybe you just want to be a greedy slut and feel my cock inside you…”

“no,” you blurted out, blinking down at him as you shook your head, “i-i want you to feel better, nate. i want to do whatever you say that will help you right now.”

nate bit back a smirk at your words, looking up at the ceiling like he was trying not to laugh at you. he was cruel like that, but something about how his actions degraded you, only made you want him more. always wanting to please him. “okay,” he finally said, his dark eye boring into you, “then stop leaking all over me like a needy slut and actually take me.”

you quickly reach your hand down, lifting up on top of him a bit with your legs. your fingers wrapped around his large size and quickly pulled it up to your entrance, letting out a tiny moan when his tip hit your soaked entrance. he fingers dug into your hips more when you did, silently telling you to hurry and drop down on his cock. you shut your eyes as you lowered yourself on him finally, feeling him stretch you out, a loud whine leaving your lips as you finally took all of him.

“now bounce that pretty body up and down on my cock,” he instructed, or demanded, “make me ‘feel better.’” you started moving up and down on his length, the sensation new and pleasuring, the position making you love the way he looked up at you with his dark eyes, how his pupils dilated until his irises were almost black. his lips parted, pants leaving him as he kept his large hands on your hips and guided you up and down his cock. his deep voice let out a low groan, making you almost fall apart already, even if you’d just started. “you better not cum yet,” nate threatened, his words coming out breathy and dark, “i’ll be mad.”

you kept going, unable to stop the small whines and whimpers that left your mouth, his cock hitting your sweet spot everytime you lowered yourself back down on him. you shut your eyes tightly and he dug his nails into your hips again when you did, a silent reminder to keep them open and on him. you let out a choked whine, staring back down at him and trying not to cum, his chiseled features and heavy breaths from below you making you want to scream. “keep going,” he warned you, “don’t cum like a stupid slut already, you’re better than that. keep making me feel better, don’t be selfish.”

you would rather be damned than to not keep going for him, to not obey his breathy commands, so you kept up your movements on him. you kept yourself steady by bringing your small hands down to his heaving, broad chest, his black, hungry eyes boring into yours as you kept whining. you tried not to chase your own pleasure, trying to be keenly aware of how fast or slow you went, feeling when his legs would tense or when he’d groan so you knew you were making it about him. “fuuuck,” he groaned out, his eyes wide as he brought one of his large hands over your naked breast, squeezing as you continued to ride him, making sure to lift off of him and slam back down on his length, something that seemed to make his tall form tense and the muscles in his toned thighs twitch beneath. you were enjoying drawing these noises and reactions out of him, making him feel good, wanting him to praise you soon for doing good.

“you’re making me feel really good,” nate panted out, squeezing your hard nipple between his fingertips, earning a whine from you while keeping his other hand on your hip, “you wanna be good for me, don’t you? my little secret loves making me feel good.”

you moaned out a hitch pitched ‘yes,’ slamming yourself up and down his throbbing cock quicker. when he called you his ‘little secret’, it made you feel so dirty, but you couldn’t help but feel your stomach tighten from the expression. you loved being his secret, loved that he wanted you all to himself and the fact that no one knew who you belonged to, only him and you. you’d gotten used to lying for him quickly, and now, seven months later, being his secret was your favorite thing to be.

you felt yourself about to snap, biting your lower lip until you tasted copper as you tried to remain concentrated on him. it was hard, especially because he kept groaning and egging you on, knowing how hard it was for you not to cum when he spoke or made noises. nate knew your body and reactions well, and he used that knowledge to tease and taunt you, to wreck you completely during sex. it was his way, and you couldn’t do anything about it, which he reveled in.

“you’re squeezing me so tight,” nate choked out, “i can tell you’re about to cum. you better not, you’re doing this for me, remember? say it. say you won’t cum because you need me to fill you up first.”

nate’s demands and taunting sounded so dark coming from his deep, breathless voice. it was hard not to fall apart just from the sound, but you obeyed his command, your voice shaky and high pitched because of how much you were struggling not to come undone. “i won’t cum! i-i won’t! need y-you to fill me up first. please!”

nate let out a dark chuckle, grinning a sinful smile as he heard how close you were in your choked cry. “good girl,” he murmured, squeezing your hips with both his big hands, making you cry out as you felt how deep his nails were pressing into you, wondering if he’d leave bruises and struggling not to cum from the thought of him leaving his marks on you, “keep going. you’re lucky i’m about to fucking cum, gunna fill your tight cunt up real good. fuck- keep squeezing on my cock, i love feeling you about to fucking snap.”

“nate!” you whined out loudly, going as fast as you could on his length, his hard grip on your hips guiding you up and down and making you keep up your pace. he shook his head at you, denying your release, serious about you making him cum first. he was panting and groaning, his toned thighs tensing from beneath you, his grip on your hips never loosening.

finally, only a minute later, he was groaning even louder, his grip on your hips starting to slow your movements as he came inside you. you were practically screaming as you felt his length throb and twitch inside you, how his warm release was deep in you cunt. “there!” he growled out suddenly, his brows pinched together as his lips stayed parted as he breathed rapidly, “now you can fucking cum!”

that’s all it took, his permission making you twitch and moan uncontrollably on top of him as you finally found your release, even if your movements had stopped completely. you felt his cock start to soften inside you as he dug his nails into your hips still, knowing that simple action alone could draw out your orgasm further. your thighs shuddered around his hips as you finally started to come down, struggling to keep yourself upright on his body as you panted loudly in his quiet room. nate noticed, and despite liking the way you struggled, he wrapped his long, strong arms around you and lifted you off of him and down beside him on the bed. you closed your eyes as you tried to relax against his pillows, the muscles in your body beginning to grow tired as you finally came down fully.

he laughed at you darkly, something he often did when he saw how spent you were from him making you cum. nate pulled you closer to him as he laid on his side, pulling the soft duvet on his bed over you both to cover your bodies. “open your eyes,” he chuckled.

you fluttered your heavy eyes open and looked at him, the vicious smile still on his handsome face as he looked over your features. “thank you for being good for me,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and your cheek, making you relax even more, “you know that i do care about you, right?”

you nodded, wanting to believe him even if it was hard to decipher his true feelings. he nodded too, pressing a couple kisses to the side of your face, and wrapping you tighter in his arms. “so good for me,” he murmured against your skin, making a pink dust appear on your cheeks and your chest warm.

you never wanted this part to end.

[pvtpunsart]

More F!Raph? Pretty please? Thank you <3

a break to read some poetry and enjoy the sun!

[grapejuice32]

rafe and angel having sex in a party bathroom because angel was being so wet and needy so will helps her because it was getting uncomfortable

angel!reader x Rafe

warnings: unprotected sex, semi-public sex, degradation, creampie (I hate that word)

word count: 1.2k +

You weren’t entirely sure how Rafe had convinced you to come to this party, it was something to do with work, or his friends or- you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you couldn’t think straight because you were so, so horny. Rafe’s hand that was placed on your bare upper thigh beneath your skirt, his thumb rubbing back and forth against the sensitive skin there wasn’t helping your situation. 

He was currently engrossed in conversation with someone who’s name you didn’t know nor care about. Rafe could sense your discomfort, could see your constant shifting in the corner of his eyes. You probably thought you were hiding this well, and you were, just not from him. He knew every tell of yours better than he knew himself, and the way your thighs kept clenching together around his hand was nothing innocent. 

Rafe continued to converse, pretending his was unaware of your situation, even as he ‘accidentally’ brushed the tip of his little finger against your clothed clit. You practically jumped out of your seat, your face flushing with the growing discomfort and need that you harboured for him. Your thighs clenched around his hand, holding it in place and you angled your hips up, so his fingers continued to press against your clit. You didn’t see the way Rafe’s eyes darkened, too consumed by the need that was running though you like a wildfire. 

It didn’t take much for him to feel just how wet you were, he’d be surprised if you didn’t leave a wet patch on your seat when you stood up. But he wasn’t done teasing you yet, he wanted to see how long he could drag this out before you broke, before you begged. He was having fun teasing you, his attention fully fixed on the task, though he didn’t look at you long enough to give himself away. 

His brows rose as you rocked your hips against his hand, a barely audible mewl falling from your lips. Not here, he couldn’t let all these people see you like this, hear the pretty sounds you made for him. So, he moved his hand, instead wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closely into his side. 

It was beginning to be unbearable, you were starting to feel really irritable. You just wanted his attention, just wanted him to help you out. “Rafe,” you whispered, but he didn’t answer. Your lips fell into a pout, and you spoke again, a whinier tone to your voice, “Rafey.” Finally, his gaze fell to you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

“Hm?” He feigned ignorance to your issue, his hand rubbing up and down your bicep. 

You could only squirm under his gaze, your discomfort taking over everything. “Need you,” you mumbled.

Rafe angled his head to the side, “What for, angel?”

Your bottom lip jutted out, eyes welling. “Please, Rafey. ‘s uncomfy.” He swallowed, his act dropping as he saw your pure desperation that had driven you to tears. 

“C’mon,” he said as he stood, leading you to the bathroom with a hand on your lower back. 

The door locked behind you both and you gasped as he sat you on the counter, spreading your legs and slotting himself between them. He made fast work of unbuckling his belt, shedding himself of his jeans and boxers before pulling your panties to the side and thrusting into you without warning.

An uncontrollable moan ripped from your throat as he finally gave you what you’d been aching for since you left the house. His thrusts were hard and relentless, his fingers digging into the skin of your thighs. “Shut up,” he practically growled, covering your mouth with his hand, “want everyone to hear what ‘m doin’ to you in here, hm?” You shook your head, the only sounds you were making being muffled by his large hand. 

He scoffed, “Such a slut f’me you couldn’t even wait ‘til we got home, hm?” Your walls clenched around his cock, a curse slipping from his lips as your warm walls swallowed him. “You like that?” he punctuated each word with a hard thrust. “y’like when I tell you that you’re a needy slut f’me, huh?”

You sobbed, nodding into his hand as your walls clenched around him. A cruel chuckle came from Rafe, “So desperate for it, you were gonna use my hand to get y’self off in front of ‘em all.” He pressed his forehead against yours, the both of you lined with a thin sheen of sweat. “But ‘s not your fault, is it angel?” His thrusts slowed. “Just need me to do all the thinking, need me to take care of you and jus’ make you cum, don’t you?” 

You nodded once again, your eyes squeezing shut as he dropped his hand from your mouth to rub quick circles on your clit. His lips met with yours as his thrusts picked up again, the both of you were equally as desperate to cum now. The kiss was all tongue and teeth, messy like the rest of what you were doing. 

It didn’t take much before the attention he was giving to your sensitive clit threw you over the edge. Your loud, wanton moans swallowed by his mouth on yours. His thrusts grew sloppy as your cunt tightened around his cock, his own orgasm triggered by yours. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of his warm cum shooting into you and filling you up. 

“There we go,” he spoke against your lips, giving you a few more slow thrusts. “Now I’ll be inside you f’the rest of the party, so you don’t get too needy.” You blinked slightly blanky up at him, still coming down from the high of your orgasm. “Awh, angel.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his voice soft and sweet like he wasn’t still buried to the hilt inside of your ruined cunt. “ ‘s okay, I’ll do all the talking. You just sit there lookin’ pretty, okay?”

“We’re not going home?” your voice was a little hoarse, you sounded confused and a little sad. 

He could only offer you a tight smile as he pulled out of you, a whine of discontent coming from you at the action. “I know,” he redressed himself and pull your panties to rest on you properly now. “ ‘m sorry, angel. ‘m trying to get a business deal through.”

You gaped at him, looking between the two of you and overthinking what you’d just done, about how you’d pulled him away from something important. He could see it written in your eyes and he shook his head slightly, “Don’t stress, angel.” His lips pressed against your forehead, and he lifted you off of the counter, setting you on the floor again. “Had to take care of my girl, yeah?”

That was all he said before he walked you out the bathroom and back to your warm drinks on the table you’d been sat at, a few knowing looks cast your way as you did. You stayed quiet at Rafe’s side, fiddling with the fabric of his shirt as he spoke. You could feel his warm cum slowly dripping out of you, the only thought getting you through the rest of the party being the way he’d fuck his cum back into you when you got home. 

a/n: requests are open

[bluerosefox]

Young Justice's Luck Strikes Again

Batman sighs deeply and rubs a temple.

It was meant to be a simple space mission, nothing to big. Just a quick check and report back.

Only problem is the ones he would normally assign this to are all dealing with other things so he had to ask... Someone else...

Like...

The ones that were once Young Justice.

Look, they were the only only ones with a spaceship (How? He still had no idea, Tim keeps saying 'What happens in YJ, stays in YJ') that could go far out without problems, and even though he knew putting the old YJ team together might be a bad idea, he trusted them especially Red Robin to be just a bit more professional at least. Since they were no longer teens but young adults now.

And again it was meant to just be a quick mission.

Nothing big.

So...

So why was Young Justice currently wrangling two floating black haired toddlers, one with blue eyes while the other one had red, and a black haired baby.

Turns out they found these children floating in space on their way back from their mission, cryo sleeping in a ice block huddled and cuddled together around a well loved teddybear with a teal headband on its head.

Or they were sleeping in cryo sleep until Superboy brought the ice block in and the thing melted allowing the children to wake up.

Batman could feel a headache coming on when he noticed just how... attached Young Justice was becoming to the children as well and knew it would be a miracle if he could get them to separate from the children.

[noorpersona]

Hear me out. Giving bokuto or ushijima their first bj in their early 20s. They’re just so busy all the time and once they finally meet you, how do you think It would go down?

You've been heard and its fantastic lolol

I hope you enjoy my love <333

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Anon Ask: Bokuto (NSFW)

The door creaked open, and Bokuto stepped inside with a quiet, exhausted sigh. His duffel bag was slung over one broad shoulder, and his varsity jacket hung haphazardly off him, half-zipped like he hadn’t even bothered to fix it. His hair was still damp from a post-practice shower, curling slightly at the ends, and the faint scent of soap and something distinctly him wafted across the room.

When he spotted you sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed, his whole face changed. The tension in his shoulders softened, and a slow, sleepy smile spread across his lips.

"Hey," he said, voice rough and warm from hours of practice. "Didn't expect you to wait up."

You shrugged lightly, trying to keep it casual even though your heart squeezed at the sight of him—tired, flushed, and somehow still so beautiful. "Missed you," you admitted.

His smile deepened, fondness glowing in his golden eyes. Dropping his bag by the door, he kicked off his shoes with a lazy nudge and trudged over to you.

The mattress dipped under his weight as he collapsed beside you with a soft grunt, leaning heavily against you. His head found its way to your shoulder, his body curling toward you instinctively, seeking your warmth like a magnet.

"I'm so tired," he mumbled, words slurring slightly against your shirt.

You threaded your fingers through his damp hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp. He melted instantly, a low, content hum vibrating from his chest.

"Poor baby," you teased gently, though your heart ached with how worn down he was. He always gave everything—on the court, in class, with his teammates. There was never anything left for himself.

He huffed a quiet laugh against you. "Missed you too, y'know."

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head.

For a while, you just sat there, letting him soak in your presence. You could feel the weight of his exhaustion, the way his body sagged against yours, trusting you to hold him up.

After a long moment, you shifted slightly, your hand trailing down from his hair to cup his cheek, tilting his face up to look at you.

His eyes were heavy-lidded, lips slightly parted. So open. So vulnerable.

You leaned in, kissing him softly at first, your lips brushing over his in a slow, lingering touch. Bokuto sighed into your mouth, his large hands finding your waist, gripping you gently like he couldn’t bear not to touch you.

The kiss deepened naturally, lazy and warm, until you were shifting to straddle his lap, feeling the solid weight of him beneath you. Your hands slid down his chest, over the faint ridges of his stomach, until they hovered at the waistband of his jeans.

When your fingers brushed the growing tent forming there, he gasped softly against your mouth, hips jerking up slightly into your palm.

You pulled back just enough to look at him—his cheeks flushed, pupils wide, breathing shallow.

The thought struck you all at once. A way to take care of him. To give him something back.

"Let me take care of you tonight," you whispered.

Confusion flickered across his face. "You don't have to—"

You silenced him with another kiss, even deeper this time, pouring everything you felt into it—all the longing, all the tenderness, all the need.

When you pulled back, his breath caught audibly. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed a soft pink.

You slid off the bed and knelt between his legs, resting your hands lightly on his thighs.

His breath hitched. "Wait—you… you don't—"

"I want to," you murmured, voice steady, fingers tracing slow circles against the thick muscle of his thighs.

Bokuto looked like he wanted to argue, but the words caught in his throat. He nodded instead, swallowing hard.

You reached for the button of his jeans, popping it open with deft fingers. His breathing grew ragged as you tugged the zipper down, his cock straining against the fabric.

When you freed him, he was already hard, twitching slightly under the cool air and your intense gaze.

You smiled up at him—gentle, reassuring—and leaned in to press a soft kiss against the head of his cock.

He gasped, his hips jerking slightly before he forced himself to stay still, fists clenching in the blanket.

"Holy shit," he whispered, voice barely a breath.

You took your time, trailing kisses down his length, licking slow, teasing stripes along the underside. Every little sound he made—the sharp inhales, the choked-off moans—made your stomach flutter.

When you finally wrapped your lips around him, sinking down slowly, his whole body shuddered.

"F-Fuck…" he whimpered, head tipping back against the bed, throat working as he swallowed thickly.

You set a slow, steady rhythm, bobbing your head while your hand stroked what your mouth couldn't reach. Your free hand stayed firm on his thigh, feeling every tremor, every tiny twitch.

Bokuto was a mess almost immediately, biting his lip hard enough to turn his knuckles white, trying desperately to keep quiet. His hips jerked despite himself, tiny, helpless movements you easily accommodated.

When you glanced up at him, the sight nearly undid you—his flushed cheeks, the glassy sheen in his eyes, the way he looked at you like you were something holy.

"I'm gonna…" he panted, voice breaking. "Gonna cum… if you…"

The desperate edge in his voice made something snap inside you.

You moaned softly around him, then picked up the pace—bobbing your head faster, taking him deeper with each stroke. Your hand worked in tandem with your mouth, twisting gently at the base as you sucked harder, tongue flicking against the sensitive underside.

Bokuto cried out, head falling back against the bed, chest heaving with ragged breaths. His thighs tensed under your palms, muscles trembling as he fought to keep himself grounded.

"F-Fuck, baby…" he gasped, voice cracking, hips jerking up despite himself. "I'm… I'm—"

With a shuddering groan that was almost a whimper, Bokuto came hard, hips stuttering helplessly as he spilled hot and heavy into your mouth. You swallowed carefully, easing him through it, the sounds he made—broken, vulnerable—searing themselves into your memory.

You kept your movements slow and gentle until he sagged back against the bed, completely spent, every muscle in his body quivering with the aftermath.

When you finally pulled back, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand, you looked up at him through your lashes.

He stared down at you like you’d personally rewritten the laws of physics, wide-eyed and flushed, chest still rising and falling rapidly.

"You're…" he croaked, still breathless. "You're amazing."

You climbed back onto the bed, and Bokuto immediately dragged you into his arms, cradling you against his chest like he never wanted to let you go.

"Stay," he whispered, voice raw.

"Wasn't planning on leaving," you murmured against his skin, pressing a kiss to his racing heart.

He held you tighter, burying his face in your hair, soaking in your warmth, your presence—everything he’d missed without even realizing it.

And for once, there was nowhere else either of you needed to be.

[girl-celestial]

What about some angsty post-break up, lingering feelings stuff between Arthur and reader? Maybe they get back together, but who knows!

Just a Handkerchief

Reader Requested ♡ — thank youu so much for sending this. i really enjoyed writing it for you! it means a lot that you took the time to share your idea with me, and i hope yearning arthur is all you wished for!!!!!!

ARTHUR MORGAN X READER, angst and heartbreak. yearning and desire. arthur’s desperate lol. fixing of relationship? sorta. 700+ words

YOU hadn’t even realized Arthur was back.

He’d been gone only a few weeks, sent off on one of Dutch’s jobs. Not so long you could forget him, but long enough to notice the space he left behind.

No one had said a word when he rode in, and maybe that was because he didn’t seek you out. Why would he? You weren’t together anymore.

So you kept yourself busy at camp, quietly tending to small tasks and avoiding the ache of waiting. Pretending you didn’t care.

Later that night, when the fire had dimmed and most had turned in, you found yourself near the horses, breathing in the cool night air.

And there he was—sitting on a log, rolling a cigarette slowly, his silhouette framed by the moonlight.

He didn’t look up as you approached, didn’t move. Just sat there, still and quiet.

“You’re back,” you said softly, folding your hands in front of you, trying to steady your voice.

His eyes met yours then, tired but steady. “Yeah. Dutch sent me out quick after Rhodes.”

You nodded, swallowing the flutter in your chest. “You didn’t have to take that job.”

He shrugged gently. “Not much choice in that.”

“No,” you whispered. “You never do.”

The silence between you stretched, heavy and fragile. Your fingers twined nervously.

“You alright?” he asked quietly.

“Still here,” you replied, offering a small, sad smile.

Arthur shifted, glancing down at his hands. “I brought you something.”

Curious, you raised your brow. “Why?”

From his saddlebag, he pulled a handkerchief—white, edged with delicate blue stitching.

“Saw it and thought of you.”

You took it with trembling fingers, your skin brushing his. His hand was warm against yours.

“You didn’t write,” you murmured, eyes downcast.

“I thought you didn’t want me to.” He paused for a moment and his jaw tightened, “I thought I was doin’ right by you.”

“Yeah,” you said softly, a hint of bitterness in your tone.

He stood slowly, hesitating, but not stepping closer.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said. “Figured lettin’ go was kinder.”

“Kinder than what? Staying? Trying?”

His eyes dropped away.

“I thought about you every day,” he said, voice rough with honesty. “Even when it tore me up.”

You swallowed hard, your heart fluttering despite yourself.

Then, before you could think, he stepped closer.

You should have moved back. But you didn’t.

He was near enough now to see the lines beneath his eyes, to feel the weight he carried. His gaze flickered to your lips, then back.

“You look real pretty tonight,” he said quietly, rough around the edges.

You said nothing.

His hands found your waist, pulling you close with a sudden urgency. You gasped softly, your hands resting lightly on his chest, but he didn’t let go.

His breath brushed your neck, warm and uneven.

“I shouldn’t…” he muttered, voice thick, before his lips pressed to the side of your throat—slow, firm, tracing your pulse with a hunger that made your knees weak.

Not gentle. Not soft. Like a man wrestling with himself to hold back but losing.

You shivered, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. His stubble scratched tender skin.

“I shouldn’t be doin’ this,” he murmured again, voice trembling with need. “But I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you… what you smell like… how you taste…”

His kisses traveled lower, teeth grazing, hands tightening at your waist, pulling you flush against him. His desperation was raw, unfiltered, like he was making up for every night apart.

Your body softened instinctively, leaning into him, hands clutching his back like you never wanted to let go.

His lips moved from your neck to your jaw, the heat of him burning through every wall you’d built.

You didn’t stop him.

Because you missed him just as much.

Tonight, neither of you had the strength to fight it anymore.

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭

❝ i’m fine. just... blurry. ❞

❝ how long have i been awake? ❞

❝ i’m not even tired anymore. that’s the scary part. ❞

❝ sorry, what were you saying? i spaced out. ❞

❝ do my eyes look as bad as they feel? ❞

❝ i swear i just blinked. was that a nap? ❞

❝ i think my thoughts are melting. ❞

❝ caffeine is basically my blood type at this point. ❞

❝ i can’t tell if i’m hallucinating or dreaming with my eyes open. ❞

❝ i should sleep. but if i stop, i’m afraid i won’t start again. ❞

❝ don’t let me fall asleep here. seriously. ❞

❝ i’m running on fumes and bad decisions. ❞

❝ every time i close my eyes, it feels like i’m falling. ❞

❝ i forgot what rested feels like. ❞

❝ if i sleep, i’ll miss everything. ❞

❝ i’m too tired to be mad… so congrats, i guess. ❞

❝ i can’t think straight. not with this fog in my head. ❞

❝ my body’s here, but the rest of me checked out hours ago. ❞

❝ sleep is a luxury i can’t afford right now. ❞

❝ i think i’m dreaming. wait... am i dreaming? ❞

❝ my nightmares are waiting for me. i’d rather stay awake. ❞

❝ i need to rest, but resting feels like surrender. ❞

❝ there’s no peace when i close my eyes. ❞

❝ i’m scared to sleep. i’m scared of what’s waiting in the dark. ❞

❝ i can’t stop. if i do, everything falls apart. ❞

❝ don’t ask if i’m okay—just lie with me for a little while. ❞

❝ i didn’t mean to snap. i’m just... so tired. ❞

❝ sleep doesn’t help anymore. it just delays the crash. ❞

❝ the world feels louder when you haven’t slept. ❞

❝ i’m unraveling, thread by thread. ❞

❝ every second awake feels like it’s clawing at my brain. ❞

❝ i’m afraid if i close my eyes, you’ll be gone when i wake up. ❞

❝ i’ve been running on survival mode for too long. ❞

❝ this isn’t living, this is drifting. ❞

❝ sometimes being awake hurts less than the dreams. ❞

❝ i don’t know if i’m tired or if i’m just... done. ❞

❝ my thoughts keep looping like a broken record. ❞

❝ i keep thinking maybe i’ll rest when it’s all over. ❞

❝ i can’t sleep. not when you’re still hurting. ❞

❝ i keep waiting for morning, but it never comes. ❞

❝ my body aches like grief. ❞

❝ i’m holding on. barely. ❞

❝ i’m so tired, i forgot why i started this. ❞