#And the amount of places i put pins in on the drive up

[femmehepbvrn]

If you don't like farmers markets are u good???

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

p fucked up that im still sad when almost every single day i hang out with the most sunshiney people i can find

[museanddream]

The Show || Ona Batlle x Reader

Summary: Ona shows you how she likes to touch herself when you’re not around.

Warnings: 🔞 || masturbation, praise kink, bottom!ona

Word count: 2.4k

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“I want to watch you touch yourself.”

You see the exact moment Ona’s brain short-circuits behind her dark eyes. No doubt she’s imagining the scenario you’ve just suggested because her thighs clench together, leaving you to wonder exactly how turned on your girlfriend is before even being touched.

“Can you do that for me, beautiful?” you ask. “Show me how you get yourself off when I’m not around?”

Her cheekbones flushed a pretty shade of pink and her eyelids heavy with want, Ona nods and utters a soft, “Yeah.”

You reward Ona with a kiss, catching her lower lip between your teeth to pull another soft moan from her throat. Your hands find the hem of her t-shirt and tug it upwards, forced to break the kiss to do so but Ona lifts herself enough to help you pull it over her head. She’s not wearing a bra underneath and you’re treated to plenty of freckled skin but you want more. You slide your hands up Ona’s sides, enjoying the way her breath catches in her throat when you pass over a ticklish spot, stopping only to circle your thumbs over her nipples before tracing the same path down until you reach the waistband of her shorts, where you snap the elastic against her skin.

“These need to go too.”

Ona complies, thumbs hooking into the waistband as she pulls both her shorts and underwear down her legs and throws both to the side. She looks vulnerable, spread out on the bed without a shred of clothing, looking up at you with an expression in her eyes that seems to implore you to do or say something.

“Beautiful.” You appraise her body, running your hands over the smooth skin of her thighs until your fingertips tease at her hipbones. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. My beautiful girl.”

Ona shudders and whether it’s because she’s cold or painfully turned on, you aren’t entirely sure, but you do know that both of those things can be solved by kissing Ona until she melts into the mattress below her. You crawl up the bed and cover Ona’s body with your own, knees bracketed on either side of her hips, and press your mouth to Ona’s in an open-mouthed kiss. It’s imprecise but that’s what makes it better, knowing that Ona is already halfway to ruin when she hasn’t even been touched yet.

Your hands start to wander, exploring the vast amount of naked skin beneath you but deliberately avoiding the places that will provide Ona with any direct pleasure. You kiss her messily as your hands skate around the sides of her breasts, swallowing the moan that slips from her lips as you scratch your blunt nails over the ridges of her abs, before sending them right back up to her shoulders to start again. Your aim is to tease, to overstimulate her and drive her crazy to the point where she just has to start touching herself for you.

As your hands flit downwards again, dipping below her hipbones but still not between her legs, you feel rather than see the way that Ona clenches her thighs together, and you pull back from the kiss to smirk down at your girlfriend.

“Oh, is there something you want?” You can’t help but tease her. “You’re just desperate to put on a show for me, aren’t you darling?”

Ona’s response comes in the form of a delicious whine, her hips rolling upwards into yours, as much as they can while your body pins hers to the bed.

This might be your favourite version of Ona, lips kiss-swollen and long hair fanned out against the pillow, her dark eyes clouded with lust and barely coherent enough to tell you what she wants. It turns you on endlessly to know that you can reduce Ona to this state, that somebody who is so determined and assured in every other aspect of life can turn to putty so easily with just a kiss and a few dirty words.

“What do you want, baby?”

Ona is shy under your gaze, the confidence that she oozes on the football pitch gone in the bedroom, which is usually your domain to take charge, and you urge her on.

“Use your words, beautiful.”

“Please,” she gasps.

You reward her by letting one of your hands graze her nipple, and she arches her back into your touch, but you’re not satisfied with her plea.

“Please what?”

“Want you to touch me,” Ona rasps.

You lean forward, pressing a trail of open-mouthed kisses against the expanse of Ona’s neck, stopping just below her ear as your whisper, “I don’t think that is what you want. Can you try again for me?”

Ona tilts her head the other way in embarrassment and lets out a whine, then murmurs, “Want to show you how I touch myself.”

You’re not cruel enough to make her repeat the words again but louder, and instead reward her by saying, “Good girl.”

You roll off Ona’s body but reach for her face, cupping her jaw and tilting her head back towards yours as you join your mouths together in another kiss, somehow hotter and filthier than the last. You lick past the seam of Ona’s lips and she welcomes your tongue into her mouth with a gasp, one of her hands coming up to claw at your t-shirt as she tries to pull you even closer.

Your hand drops from her face, sliding down her shoulder and her arm as you continue to kiss, until you can loop your fingers through hers. Then you descend further, across Ona’s toned stomach and past her hips until you can nudge her hand between her own legs, finally releasing her fingers.

You whisper against her lips. “Go on. Show me.”

You’re close enough to hear the breath catch in her throat as her hand slides lower of its own accord and you lift yourself up, propping your weight on one arm as you gaze down her body in wonder and watch the hand that disappears between her legs. Ona’s eyes are closed, mouth slightly parted, a little crease of concentration between her eyebrows as her fingers dip lower.

She’s touched herself in front of you before, but it’s always been a part of something else. Quick fingers near her clit when you’ve already brought her close with your strap, or shaky camera angles over FaceTime while your hand works between your own legs. Never like this, never with the sole intention of showing you how she likes to do it, with every movement under scrutiny for your own viewing pleasure.

And what a sight it is.

“Fuck, Ona,” you praise your girlfriend. “You look so good like this.

Ona finds a bit of a rhythm and you watch the way that her wrist works as her fingertips dance around her clit. Your own hand finds her thigh, soft skin over hard muscle, and you gently draw her knee up to give yourself a better view. Her hips start to move in tandem with her hand, rocking against her fingers as her head falls back against the pillow.

“Tell me, Ona, what do you think about when you fuck yourself like this?”

“You,” Ona manages to gasp out, sliding her fingers lower and sinking them into herself once, twice, before she withdraws and returns their attention to her swollen clit. “Always you.”

Her fingers are shiny with arousal now and it takes a huge amount of willpower not to replace them with your own, loving nothing more than feeling Ona wet against your fingers or your tongue. But the sight of Ona grinding against her own hand is still evidence of how much she wants you, even indirectly, and you know this visual will be burned into your memory for a long time to come, keeping you warm on those lonely nights when you’re away with your respective national teams.

You want to hear more about Ona’s fantasies when she touches herself like this, so you press her for more.

“What do you think about me?” you ask, your fingers digging into her thigh as you continue to spread her open. “Do you imagine it’s me touching you? My fingers, my tongue?”

Ona keens at your words, hips rolling against her hand. You have to clench your thighs together, trying to quell your own arousal as you watch Ona give in to her own.

“You touching me,” Ona tells you, her voice low and hoarse. “You fucking me, your hands, your mouth. Telling me how pretty I am, how good I am for you.”

“You are pretty,” you tell her. “Fuck, Ona, if only you knew how beautiful you look for me right now. So good, showing me how you fuck yourself. Go inside for me, love. Show me how you pretend your fingers are mine.”

Ona obeys, hand moving further down as she slides first one finger, then two into her dripping hole. You can hear the wetness as her fingers pump in and out, imagining how warm and tight it must feel, watching in wonder as Ona’s hips cant against each thrust with greater abandon. Each moan that slips from her lips is like a symphony in your ears, the sight of her freckled skin flushed pink and writhing on the sheets more beautiful than the greatest works of art. Ona is simply divine as she takes her own pleasure, giving you a hundred new fantasies as she gives in to her own.

“It feels good inside, doesn’t it?”

“Uh huh,” is all Ona manages to grunt out in response.

“Imagine they’re my fingers,” you tell her. “Imagine it’s me inside you. Me filling you up, taking what’s mine.”

“Please…” Ona whines.

“Please, what?” you ask her, using the hand not on her thigh to sweep away some of the loose strands of hair plastered to her now sweaty temples.

“Please let me come.”

“Such a good girl,” you praise her. “Asking for my permission. Go on, cariño. Show me how you make yourself come.”

With two fingers still buried inside herself, Ona sends her other hand down to rub frantically at her clit and it takes just seconds for her to fall apart. Her back arches off the bed, her abs twitching and her legs shaking as she rides her way through tremor after tremor of pleasure and all you can do is soothe her, running your hands over every inch of her that you can reach as you press kisses to her neck and collar bones and murmurs words of encouragement into her hot skin.

“So beautiful. So good for me. Fuck, baby, I’m so turned on just watching you make yourself come like that.”

Ona lets out another cry as the final aftershocks ripple through her body, turning her head to nuzzle into your face as she slowly drags her hands away and the climax subsides.

She looks blissed out, cheeks pink and eyelids heavy. You reward her with another kiss, slower than before but no less messy, mostly due to Ona’s fucked out state beside you.

“Did that feel good?” you ask, running a hand over her stomach, her abs twitching with the sensitivity of your touch.

Ona doesn’t say anything, just lets out a hum that sounds like an affirmative, so you continue.

“Cause it looked good. Fuck, Ona, you did such a good job getting yourself off.” You entwine your hand with Ona’s, looking in awe at the stickiness that coats your joined fingers. “Look at what a mess you made, it’s almost like you don’t need me at all.”

You know exactly what you’re saying and Ona, especially in this state of post-orgasmic euphoria, is predictably needy.

“I do,” Ona rasps, her voice a little hoarse from moaning out her orgasm just a moment ago. “I always need you.”

“You do?”

“It’s always better when it’s you.”

You go on as if to kiss her again, nudging your nose against her, but stop just before your lips can connect.

“Yeah?” you breathe into the almost non-existent space between your mouths.

Ona nods, tiny movements of her head as her eyes go cross-eyed to stare back at you.

Your mouth curls upwards in a slow smile, a plan forming in your mind, and you press your lips not to hers, but to her neck. You start your descent, pressing kiss after kiss against Ona’s warm skin as you go. When you reach her tits you wrap your lips around a dusky nipple, and when her back arches off the bed in response, pressing herself further into your mouth, you maneuver so that you’re half on top of her again, slotting one of your legs between hers. You’re still clothed, though your legs are covered in just a skimpy pair of training shorts that you’re pretty sure are actually Ona’s, and you press your bare thigh against the heat between Ona’s legs.

She lets out a gasp, her hand coming up to find the back of your head and threading her fingers through your hair.

As your mouth leaves her nipple with a wet pop and continues the descent down her body, she seems to realise what your destination is and lets out a keening whine.

“I don’t think I can,” she tells you.

You shift your position again, taking advantage of the fact that Ona is still relaxed and slightly spaced out from the recent orgasm she gave herself to reposition her legs until you can settle yourself neatly between them.

“You can, baby,” you assure her, as your mouth moves over her stomach, the lines of her abs and hipbones guiding you lower towards the wetness between her legs. “You did so well showing me how you touch yourself. Let me reward you.”

True to your word, this is supposed to be a reward not a punishment and when your mouth finally reaches Ona’s cunt, you’re ever so gentle with her. You lick from bottom to top, keeping your tongue flat as you reach her clit, aware that she’s still too sensitive for anything precise. Humming at the taste, you focus more on cleaning up the evidence of her first orgasm than giving her another.

“Okay?” You lift your mouth only to replace it with a finger that teases at her entrance.

Ona exhales softly.

“Yeah.”

“You think you can come again for me?”

Ona pauses for a moment, just long enough that you worry she’s going to say no, but she eventually nods.

“Yeah.”

You press a kiss just above Ona’s clit.

“Good girl.”

…..

Part 2 coming soon…

[tteokdoroki]

bakugou loves to rub the head of his dick on your clit and watch your legs shake and tears pool at your water line as you beg him to put it in🥺

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, smut, overstimulation, humping, begging, edging sort of, pro hero!bakugou, fem!reader.

it’s not even that he does this to tease you — at least not intentionally. it’s just the way that you look underneath him, your lips all swollen and glossy from the exchange of messy kisses and crystal tears gathering in your eyes, you look like a fucking delight to katsuki when he’s ravaged you like this and it drives him insane. 

“please katsuki, please just put it in. i can’t,” you’ll simper and hiccup in frustration and reach out for him and he just can’t help but hoist your legs up higher over his shoulders to spread you wider and get a better view of your pretty pussy creaming at your tight little hole around nothing. katsuki swears up and down that he’s not teasing you, just getting you wet, test his own restraint, he’ll use whatever excuse he can to see you look like this a little longer. 

“mother…fucker, shit, baby…” he groans deep and loud, burning vermillion gaze honed in on the the way his flushed red tho brushed over your swelling clit to make your back arch off of his sheets. the way your shiny lips part in a delicate ‘o’ with a needy moan and your hands twitch up by your head has bakugou absolutely losing his shit — his resolve crumbling because he’s meant to be getting you nice and fucking wet before slipping is dick into you, not fighting back an orgasm from how cute you look. 

you tremble at the sound of him, look up at him through your lashes with a pout that speaks volumes of yearning — your tongue going slack behind your lips as the blonde above you circles his hips and smears his precum along your puffy folds. it’s like you’re out to kill him, calling his name with big wet bambi eyes and rolls of your sinful hips upwards to try and coax him inside. 

one of bakugou’s rough hands slip over to cover your own, squeezing it with a soft reassurance while his other hand guides his throbbing chick over the pearl between your folds — bakugou letting out a shaky moan at how sticky and slick you feel. “katsuki,” you warn him breathlessly and your thighs move up to hug his slender waist, pulling him down into you. “katsuki put it in, s’not fair anymore… ” 

“i swear ‘m not…fuck,” his moan is low, tickling the shell of your ear just as the mushroomed tip of his cock nudges against your entrance, glazed in the viscous honey that drips from your centre. “s’not on purpose. feel so fucking good princess, i just…” he could cum like this. katsuki could die here, cock wet and heavy between your plush thighs and against your enticingly hot pussy, and he would be dying a happy man. “just don’t wanna cum too quick, wanna get’cha fuckin’ close for me.” 

the only thing holding bakugou back is the promise of sliding his cock into the comfort of your selfishly snug walls and drilling the scent, the taste of you into his bed as you gush and squirm about the place. its the thought of creaming you, filling you with copious amounts of cum until your insides turn white, that stops him from cumming too early. he finds his lips on your neck, sucking his claim into the pocket of flesh between its base and your shoulder to distract himself from hitting his breaking point all too quick. 

his whimpers grow in pitch, become higher and  louder than your desperate ones as bakugou pins you to the bed with his weight and turns your legs to jelly. each calculated thrust of his shaft through your silken folds right up to your the painful ebb in your clit has ecstasy shooting through your veins and happy hormones smoothing over your brain —  to the point where can’t even think straight and you’re reduced to nothing but small bleets or whines. 

you make each other a mess, you ruin each other for everyone else. despite how you lie back and take what katsuki has to offer, you affect him more than the world will ever know. your bodies start to match up, moving in sync and you find his lips in the mess of it all with your tears streaming down your cheeks and over the seams of the blonde’s lips. 

“katsuki,” you murmur for the millionth time, pushing his name into his mouth with eager licks of your tongue over his. 

he pulls back, hands either side of your head so he can watch you pant and fall to pieces. “i gotcha, sweetness,” he coos, though his voice is a rasp. “you gonna cum this, gonna let me make you cum from my dick on your clit,” not letting up, bakugou’s hips buck forward again, bumping the pearl between the petals of your dripping cunt and your stomach flips with the loving way he looks down at you. so you nod. “fuck, that’s so hot. you’re so hot.” 

bakugou’s mouth falls open in a silent moan, following you, maybe even mocking you only just as your high washes over you. it only takes a few more seconds out bumping and grinding, listening out for the salacious sound of your sexes rubbing up against one another. you squeal but your pretty eyes don’t dare to look away from his as you cum in waves, lubing up katsuki’s length with the physical remnants of your orgasm.

it’s only then that he finally pushes into your welcoming, hot walls — tip brushing up against your sensitive spots as he fills you up in one fail swoop. you’re still coming down, hiccuping and writhing from the sensitivity but katsuki doesn’t care. he soothes you with a lick from your shoulder over your salty tear stained cheeks and then right into your mouth, humming in content while he builds up the momentum of his thrusts.

“such a cry baby, c’mere sweetness, lemme give you what you want,” he purrs and your tears start again. “gonna make us cum.” 

so maybe he was teasing. only just a little.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Look What You Do To Me 18+ Law x F!Reader WC:800+ Resident: @enchantedforest-network TW: vaginal sex, rough sex, orgasm, cream pie, oral sex, choking, strong language, pet names (pretty girl), hand pinning, lewd facial expression, brat taming, Law doming the shit out of you, being put in your place. Synopsis: Your attitude needed an adjustment from the doctor of death. Law isn't going easy on you, but in all honesty, you wouldn't want him to go easy on you.

“You can be such a brat you know that -ya?” grunting as he drives his cock ruthlessly inside of you. Your knees were trembling as they were planted on the mattress. With one hand he held your hands behind your back. While he leaned in slightly holding onto your waist as his cock continued over and over with no chance for you to catch your breath. The pitiful cries of pleasure spewing out of your mouth as the doctor of death couldn’t take any more of your attitude. The man could only take so much till he finally knew what would make you behave. The breathily grunts left his lips “Look what you do to me.”

You could feel the droplets of sweat fall onto your back. “Ngh fuck aggh~~~.” with each thrust you could hear the sound of his skin slapping against yours. 

“Can’t even form a proper sentence. Must mean I must be fucking you good huh pretty girl?” the raspy voice with a bit of pleasure rolling off his tongue. He released your hands as he slid his cock out of your warm slippery cunt. His cock was covered in your juices dripping onto the bed. He could see how much of a mess you made on the sheet and how puffy your pretty little cunt was. Law flipped you onto your back, and the piercing golden eyes traveled from that puffy little cunt of yours all the way up your body. He wasn’t done, not even the slightest with you. His own lust was fueling his desire to want you more. As his eyes met with yours the sinful smirk painted on his lips “Don’t give me that look now, this is what you want right -ya? You wouldn’t have been acting the way you did if you didn’t want to be put in your place right?” 

The hues of pink dusted your cheeks, you couldn’t deny you didn’t enjoy him taking control of you like this. “Then put me in my place then.” The temptation of your words only turned him on more. 

Clicking his tongue his hand ran through his damp hair, his tattooed hands reaching for the back of your thighs pushing them up your legs resting on his tan shoulders. His body is leaning into yours you could feel his girthy cock once again at your throbbing entrance. The sudden thrust inside of you made you cry out. This thrusting was strong and hit your core just right every single time. “Fuck fuck fuck.” the whimpers of your voice pleasure the good doctor. The indelicate facial expression the way your eyes flutter, seeing how dilated your eyes were sending him over the edge. 

“I love the way you look when I’m inside you ya.” Law his hands reaching for your neck as he began to apply the right amount of pressure. His eyes fixated on yours. “Look at me… just like that.” seeing his tattooed hand around your neck. He clenched his jaw tightly flexing it ‘fuck she is driving me crazy’ he was thinking to himself. He honestly thinks you will be the death of him in some way. “You look so good with my hands wrapped around your neck ya” he studied your facial expression knowing what would be your limit. The multiple encounters you both had he knew exactly what to do and how to do it. He leaned in closer, pressing a rough kiss against your lips. He could feel your pussy constricting his cock as the minutes passed by, your already snug pussy was making it difficult for him to last much longer. That sudden rush was coming close for him. “Fuck I’m close to coming ya.” he was panting harder he began to thrust into your quicker chasing his orgasm. “Imma fill that little cunt of yours.” 

 You could feel his hand twitch around your neck he was making sure not to squeeze too tightly as he felt your orgasm hit his cock sliding in and out, the final few thrust he slammed into you you could count pushing his cock deep inside of you. He let out a shaky breath as the curse words came from his lips. He was feeling dizzy, his body was shaking from his own climax, his hand releasing your neck. It took him a moment before he pulled out of you. He lays next to you taking a collective breath. His head turning towards you he pressed a kiss on your temple, the amount of energy he used left him worn out.

Your eyes traveled to his cock that still had a mess on it. His eyes followed your gaze as it led to his cock.  He watches you crawl between his legs leaning down closer as your fingers grasp his cock, you made eye contact with him before your lips wrapped around his cock. He leaned his head back taking a deep breath his hand resting on the back your head, “That's a good girl ya”

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[nhlclover]

uh oh | trevor zegras

summary: your situationship is proving difficult to say no to

warnings: drinking, cursing, sexual themes

a/n: based on “uh-oh” by tate mcrae. i literally love this song and loved writing this tbh.

word count: 1.53k

The floor vibrates beneath your feet as a Kendrick Lamar song blares through the speakers, bringing waves of people to the dance floor. You slip out of the crowd, heading to the bar. Your friends were likely still in the herd of people, however, you hadn’t seen them in almost 20 minutes.

“Hey, can I get a Crown and Coke?” you ask the bartender.

He nods, preparing your drink. A body slides next to you, handing a card to the bartender. “Put her drink on my tab, please.” He says.

You glance over and see a man smiling at you. He has on a white button-up and a pair of black slacks. You let the man pay for your drink, thanking the bartender after he hands you the drink.

“Thank you for buying me a drink.” You smile at the man, taking a sip.

“Of course.” He smiles. His perfectly white teeth peek out from behind his lips. “I’m Matthew.”

He sticks out a hand, which you shake. “I’m y/n.”

“Are you here alone?” He asks.

“Oh no, my friends are here…somewhere. I lost them a bit ago.” You chuckle.

The song changes and another smile tugs on Matthews’ lips. “I love this song.” He tells you.

“I’ve never heard it before.” You say.

“It’s a great dancing song.” His words have an insinuating meaning.

“Then let’s go.” You say. You take his hand, dragging him to the floor. You allow him to place his hands on your waist, moving them to the music. Sweaty bodies surround you making you regret the decision of rejoining the crowd.

And suddenly you can feel his eyes on you. He is across the bar, standing next to his friends who are occupied in a conversation with some girls they met moments ago. You don’t want to look but can’t help but find your gaze being pulled to him.

The top buttons of his black polo shirt are undone, and his gold chain resting against his chest. Even in a nicer nightclub, Trevor is wearing a ball cap, his blonde hair poking out from under it.

You figured he would be here, it was a Friday night after all, but you were hoping he wouldn’t see you and vice versa.

You’re not totally sure how the two of you got into the situation you were in, but it had been going on for a few months. Since you ran in the same circles, you were often at the same outings.

Despite the amount of time you were together, you couldn’t stand him. You hated how cocky he was. He thought he could get whatever he wanted just by flashing his smile. You also hated the way that smile would work like a charm on you. Because no matter how many times you said you hated him and his antics, one flash of a smile and a couple of sweet words, you would find yourself in his arms at the end of the night.

He looked good tonight, the constant California sun he got out west was taking a nice effect on his skin. You also took note of the new addition to his left arm. His tanned skin now donned a tattoo of the Statue of Liberty, an homage to his home state. You imagined tracing his new artwork before letting him pin you down with that arm.

Mental images of you and Trevor between the sheets filled your mind. Your desires are making you want to leave Matthew and pull Trevor in.

However, you lean right back into Matthew when you remember the last time you saw Trevor before tonight. His hands were on a girl's waist, following her out of the bar. The two of you were by no means official and were free to leave the bar with whoever you wanted to. But still, your feelings were driving your actions and you hoped they were pissing him off.

Matthew trails his hands down your hips, gripping down hard. You grind against him hoping this elicits a reaction from Trevor.

You see him straighten his back, his jaw clenching slightly. He downs the rest of his drink and saunters off from his friends without a word. Smirking to only yourself, you let Matthew continue to have his way with you, the music morphing into a Drake song.

However, instead of thinking about the cute guy whose hands were currently trailing your sides, your mind is on Trevor. Recalling the expression on his face when you leaned back into Matthew was sending pangs of guilt to your heart.

You scan the room, not spotting Trevor any longer. You wonder if he’d gone and found himself someone new. That unusual feeling of jealousy and anger rises in your chest as you picture him leaving with a different girl.

You spin in Matthew's arms, quickly glancing over his shoulder in hopes of spotting Trevor but to no avail.

“I’ll be right back.” You say, excusing yourself and walking to the bathroom.

You enter the room, stopping in front of the mirror. Your hair is flatter than it was when you arrived and your lipgloss has been wiped from your lips, now likely on the rim of your glass. You tease up your hair before exiting the washroom.

Right as you step out you’re greeted by a tall blonde nursing a beer. You stop in your tracks, the pair of you simply staring at each other momentarily. The look on his face, instead of being one of jealousy or anger, was amused and somewhat smug. You hated how good he looked when he was arrogant.

“You look good.” Trevor finally says.

“Thank you.” You reply.

You know he means it. Your relationship may be complicated, with Trevor occasionally sleeping with other people. But, at the end of the day, he was obsessed with you. Your every move had him entranced. You kept him hanging on your every word.

“Who’s your friend?” He asks, taking a sip.

“Why do you care?” You shoot back.

Trevor stares then rolls his eyes, chuckling to himself. “God, you are so stubborn.” He chuckles.

“You are such an arrogant asshole.” You snap back. “You walk around thinking you can get whatever you want. You are such a dick.”

“Wow. Tell me how you really feel.” He laughs.

You roll your eyes, turning to walk back to the bar. Trevor catches your wrist, pulling you back in. You hit his chest, stepping back. “I’m sorry.” He says.

He makes it sound so sincere you actually almost believe him. You don’t answer, simply staring back at him.

“Can we just leave now?” Trevor asks.

You scoff, taken aback by his audacious comment. “I’m sorry?”

“Listen, I’m just cutting to the chase. Skipping over all the bullshit we normally do.” Trevor says, taking a sip from the bottle. He steps towards you, his tall frame causing him to look down at you. “We pretend to hate each other and that we’re done doing this, but in actuality all I’m thinking about are your nice new acrylic nails scratching down my back as you scream my name.”

He holds up your still intertwined hands, giving you a look at your fresh manicure. You rip your hand from him, shoving it behind your back. His eyes bear down, waiting for your reaction. It’s hard to deny the connection the pair of you have. Even when you tried to end it, knowing that the relationship you two have was toying with you, he found a way to tempt you back in again.

His gaze causes your skin to heat up, your cheeks uncontrollably flushing pink. He smirks at the physical reaction you have to his words.

“I don’t think we should.” You tell him.

He cocks a brow. “Why not?”

“This isn’t going to end well and I think we both know that.”

“What could possibly go wrong?” Trevor challenges.

You don’t have an answer for him, so you change the subject. “You left with another girl last time.”

He chuckles. “Did it piss you off that I slept with another girl?”

“No, 'cause you can do whatever or whoever you want.” You tell him. “It’s not like we’re together. I didn’t care.”

“Are you sure?” He asks. Trevor takes another step towards you, leaning towards you. He’s backed you against the wall. “Cause angry sex is exactly what I want right now.”

He leans down and connects your lips. Every sane part of you is screaming to push him off, to walk back to Matthew and make the better decision. But you kiss him back. He traces down your hips, finding the dips that seem to be the perfect fit for his hands.

His lips break off, trailing kisses down your jaw and onto your neck. He finds his sweet spot, the one that makes your knees buckle and ungodly words spill from your lips.

Minutes later you’re following him out the front doors and climbing into an Uber, on the way to his place. And just like every other night, your clothes are on his floor, your moans blending together and filling the air.

[blxckmassbaby]

Back To School

Pairing: LSU Joe Burrow x Black! Fem Reader

Warnings:Smut, (MINORS DO NOT READ)

Synopsis: Another late night fling with QB1.

(not proofread so sorry for mistakes :/)

It’s two in the morning,and you know damn well you should be asleep or at least studying.

But here you were,pinned underneath one of the most famous quarterbacks in college football…again.

You caught the Heisman trophy winner’s eye at a party on campus and ever since then,these meetups became routine for you and Joe. Although it had been a minute since the two of you had a meetup due to his hellish schedule,the passion and lust for each other never wavered.

All the kisses,the way he touched you,they were all just as feverent as ever.

“Seeing all those pictures of you looking so fucking good and not being able to touch you drove me crazy.But now I finally can again and I’m gonna take full advantage of it,you hear me,Y/N?” Joe whispered in your ear,running his hand over your clothed pussy, laughing at how his entire hand could cover your sex so easily.

“Joey…” You whimpered.

“I know,baby. Just lemme get you prepped for me first,okay?” Joe said softly.

He momentarily pulled your shorts and panties off in one go,leaving your pussy exposed to him amd the cool dorm air. His focus shifted from the discarded clothing back to your glistening mound.

Joe placed his thumb on your clit and began to rub your pearl in small circles,which was one of your favorite things he always did to you. He knew how to put just the right amount of pressure on it and the perfect pace to rub it,making your body jolt slightly.

“Oh look at you,you missed that huh baby?” He speeds up just a little bit,letting a drop of spit fall from his mouth to your pussy,intensifying the sensation.

“Joe please,” You whined a little louder and wrapped your much smaller hand around his wrist,trying to move his other fingers towards your entrance before he suddenly pulled your hand off.

“Be fucking quiet and behave,you’ll get what you really want soon.” He says sternly.

He slips the tips of his middle and ring finger into you before your tightness makes them slide back out. ”Fuck I gotta stretch you back out again. Been so damn long I think you got tighter,babe.” He pushes the same two fingers all the way into you this time. You winced from the intense stretch and Joe abruptly stops.

“You okay baby? you need a minute?” He asked.

You responded with a faint “uh uh” but obviously that wasn’t a concrete answer so he asked again.

“I need words,mama.Do you need a break? Yes or no?”

“No,daddy.” You whimpered.

“Oh keep calling me daddy and see what happens,baby.” Joe smirks feeling himself get harder from the name you just called him.

He pushes his fingers back in you once again instantly curling them up towards your g-spot. He kissed you in an attempt to muffle your moans as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy.

“Tell me what you want next.You wanna cum on my fingers or cum on my dick the way you used to hm?” He asked.

“I need to cum on that fucking dick,Joe,please.” You moaned against his lips.

“I knew that’s what you’d pick,you’re always so eager for my dick. And you’re gonna get exactly what you want. Joe says.

He takes his fingers out of your core,licking your essence off of them before discarding his own shorts and boxers on the floor. He strokes himself a few times and slaps the tip repeatedly on your pussy lips. “Look what you did to me,you see how fucking hard you made me?” Now you’re gonna feel it too.He muttered.

You shut your eyes waiting for the inevitable feeling of him poking at your entrance and sure enough,he’s sliding into your pussy for the first time in what felt like an eternity,letting out a deep groan as he did so. You wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer as his hips snap into you.

“Missed this fucking pussy so much,and it’s all mine. No one else drives me this crazy,baby.” He moaned. This nigga was absolutely lost in pleasure.

You could’ve cum just from hearing him tell you your pussy belonged to him.Knowing that out of all the other bitches on campus,you were the one getting this treatment.

“Don’t fucking stop daddy! ouu-shit!” You cried out feeling his the tip of his dick kiss your g-spot just as his fingers did earlier.

“What did I say about getting loud huh,slut?” I know it’s good but we don’t wanna get caught right?” He grunts staring directly into your eyes. The smallest things really did turn you on about him,especially the way he was able to fuck you at such a breakneck pace yet never break eye contact. Guess he was skilled in a bunch of other areas too.

You hadn’t even cum yet but your body was so overstimulated,you were so close all you could do was dig your nails into his back and moan into the abyss of the night. The need in your voice,the way your nails clawed at his back,it all ignited something in Joe that made him fuck you even harder.

The gushing sounds of your pussy and the quick rythm of him rutting into you plus both of your moans and cries of pleasure was nothing short of an erotic symphony that was drving you over the edge.

“Fuck,you hear that pussy talkin’ to me,babygirl? She’s sayin she wants to cum.You gonna let that pussy cum for me hm?”

You nodded quickly,trembling underneath the quarterback as his thrusts became sloppier.Joe was damn near unintelligible,the sound of your voice and the feeling of you wrapped around him so tightly was getting to him.

Then suddenly,as if he had a sudden burst of energy,he lifts your legs and places them over his shoulders, allowing him to drill even deeper into you.

Both of you couldn’t help but moan loudly from this new angle,and by this point whatever noises anyone heard was the least of either of your worries.

“Fuck,c’mon,mama Cum for daddy, I feel you getting closer…” He trails off mid-sentence as his orgasm seemingly approaches just as quickly as yours.

“Im c-cumming! Shit I fucking can’t-MMH”

“Come on,baby. Come on,baby cum on this dick it’s all yours.” Joe groans,kissing the silver number 9 charm on the anklet he had gifted you not too long ago that was currently draped over his broad shoulders.

Your press your hands into his firm chest as your orgasm completely ravaged through your body,making your eyes roll in the back of your head. Joe’s followed close behind you,his body shaking as he came inside of you. He pulled out,and breathlessly collapsed on top of you,trying to catch up with himself.

“Didnt realize how much you missed me did you?” You giggled running your hands through his hair.

Oh I did,I just had to show you better than I could tell you.

(Hope yall enjoyed this,let me know if you’ve got any nfl requests and let me know what you thought of this story😭)

[oleanderfox]

Palia Tips

Some things I have learned that might help others. 🩵

Game Controls

You can put away your tool by pressing X.

If you get stuck, type /unstuck in the chat window and you’ll be teleported to the nearest stable surface.

Right clicking with a tool equipped will let you switch between different types of ammo (for bug catching and hunting).

You can cancel without wasting ammo after entering "aim" mode by pressing the Shift key or right mouse button (h/t @sharky857 ).

You can climb ivy in addition to cliffs. (Like inside the lighthouse..!)

You can cancel climbing/drop from a cliff face by clicking X. (h/t @lazyadmiral )

You can jump (space bar) while climbing cliffs to climb faster.

You can hold down the mouse key when mining, tilling, and chopping down trees rather than clicking for each chop.

Camera & Photos

Press K to enter camera mode.

There’s a 🔁 button in the corner if you want to swap to a front-facing camera/“selfie mode”.

If you want to see your photos while in the game, you have to save them to the album. However all photos taken, even if you don’t do that step, will be saved to your computer’s hard drive.

To find your photos, open Windows Explorer and enter %appdata% in the location bar. From there navigate to %AppData%/Local/Palia/Saved/Screenshots. You should be able to pin this folder to your quick nav/favorites to find it again easily.

Time

One hour of real time = one entire day in Palia. That means an hour in Palia passes in only 2.5 minutes of play.

You only get "credit" (for building friendships) for chatting with villagers once per villager per day.

Many bugs, fish, and plants can only be found at certain times. Time in Palia is divided into: ‣ Morning: 3-6am (rooster crows at 3) ‣ Day: 6am-6pm ‣ Evening: 6pm-9pm ‣ Night: 9pm-3am (owl hoots at 9)

Time in Palia is the same across all servers. Midnight (a new day) will always be on the hour in real world time, so 6am in Palia is at X:15, noon is at X:30, and 6pm is at X:45.

6am is a "new day" for crops, but midnight is a "new day" for chatting with villagers. Midnight also seems to be when the furniture in Tish’s shop refreshes.

Gifting runs on real world time, not Palia time. You can only give a villager one gift every 24 hours in the real world, and "Weekly Wants" are valid for one real world week. The week currently resets on Mondays at 12am Eastern.

Once you get a villager's key, you can talk to and visit them even when they are "asleep".

Mail is delivered and picked up (shipping bin sales) at 6am and 6pm.

To find rare spawns, arrive in the area 15-30 Palia minutes before the start of its catch period and clear all the common critters/plants. This will make it more likely your rare will spawn when the clock chimes.

Inventory & House

Furniture does not take up inventory space!!

A gold star on an item's icon means it's "star quality." Starred items fetch higher sales prices and are required for some quests.

Starred items will not stack with normal items.

Only star quality food can be placed in your house/lot.

More storage chests = more storage slots, but you are capped at 8.

You can hang items on the exterior walls of your home - including wallpaper!!

When in placement mode, you can rotate items using Q and E. You can turn off “grid mode” by pressing z, which allows more flexible item placement.

Leveling

Your character level is a combination of your level in each of your skills.

Eating food increases your "focus," which applies a percentage bonus that will make you level faster.

You can increase that bonus by visiting the Dragon and Phoenix shrines and spending Renown to increase the percentage (Phoenix Shrine) and the amount of focus you can accumulate.

You can only "carry" 1,000 Renown at any time. If you're not spending it, you're throwing away Exp.

Renown is also needed to expand your housing plot (by buying "Writs").

Event

You can get "displayable" food from Reth and Delaila, but it's based on RNG. Just keep buying the item until you get a star quality one.

The quickest way to get Chapaa Chase tickets is by completing the Achievements; some require you to party with others.

The drums are not obvious, but you only need to go back and forth between a pair of them interacting as they light up. Eventually the big fireworks will trigger and you will get the achievement and reward. (Do this 2 more times for the second achievement!)

The event achievements are on the Event tab, not the achievements one.

Skill-Specific Tips

Fishing: If you don’t click in time and the fish disappears, don’t panic — the same fish will keep trying again! And if you change your mind, you can pull your line in/cancel and you won’t spend any bait. This means you can wait to be sure you’ve hooked the fish you want before reeling it in so you don’t waste all your precious glow worms! The one caveat is that sparkle pools (and the guaranty of a star quality catch) disappear if you don’t catch the fish on the first nibble.

Hunting: The Proudhorn Sernuk can teleport and the Azure Chapaa can make an illusion of copies of itself that disappear when shot. They're both very difficult to hunt until you learn to make Dispel arrows. If you’re still struggling to have enough resources for everything, learn the lowest quality arrow that can kill something in one shot and hunt with those. (Kilima chapaa can be killed with a makeshift arrow while regular Kilima sernuk require a standard arrow. Bahari chapaa need at least a standard arrow while elder sernuk in Bahari will cost you several fine arrows.)

Looting: For hunting, mining, and chopping down trees, everyone who gets one "hit" in gets loot, and the loot is not diminished by sharing. So working together to find pallium nodes or hunt rare critters rewards everyone. :) (Note that you need to have the required equipment quality to be able to share, though - if you get a message saying “sorry, you need to upgrade your equipment” then you won’t get any loot.)

Mining: On the topic of Palium, it’s not as rare as you think. It has very specific spawn points, which it only shares with stone - you’ll never find palium where you found iron before. This means you should mine all the stone sharing those points to encourage palium to spawn for your next visit. Palium can be found in the caves hidden around the perimeter of Bahari and in the Pavel mines.

Foraging: Purple glowing trees are flow trees, and require more than one player to chop them down. Again, everyone gets "full" loot, no matter how many people get a swing in. For small trees, let them heal after each hit if needed to make sure everyone present can get a hit. If you’re looking for a specific resource, say, sweet leaf, look up what it shares spawn points with (in this case, morels) and pick three as well so sweet leaf has a chance to spawn. Also, brightshrooms are typically found in ruins right up against the structures so they can be easy to overlook or mistake for glowing bugs at night.

Cooking: You can find recipes in villager's homes, by fishing them up in bottles, lying around the wilderness, and completing quests or bundles in addition to buying them from Reth.

Cooking together: Like with looting, everyone gets the full reward, even if you don't contribute any ingredients.

Lore & Fun Stuff

There is a mysterious beast in the Elderwoods.

The mine's haunted.

Sooo much queer rep: All the romanceable characters don’t care about the player’s “body type.” Sifuu, the Duchess (Kenyara), and Eshe are canonically wlw. Chayne was raised by two dads. The former lighthouse keepers in Bahari Bay were a gay couple. 🏳️‍🌈

Critters that have been mentioned but don't have in-game models or released concept art yet so we just have to speculate: ‣ Kitsuu: Sacred companions, according to Hassian. There is a kitsuu constellation which has "floppy ears" and horns. Possibly the "fennec fox with antlers" creature drawn in the Vault of the Waves? (Confirmed by the official Discord emotes!) No longer unreleased as of 0.3.6. :) ‣ Peki: Palian version of chickens, or at least they lay eggs and have feathers, and according to Nai’o “there are at least 72 unique color and pattern combinations for peki breeds.” ‣ Riffroc: Palian mounts. Nai'o has a beloved one named Sugarfoot; Kenyatta’s is named Sundrop.

Bug Reporting, Suggestions, and Help

Report problems here.

Give feedback and request/suggest features here.

If you're stuck on a quest or where to find an item, there's an "Official" wiki and an "unofficial" wiki.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Ok so what would Mihawk be like with a lover who is very bipolar... like their happy on minute and angry the next how would he calm them down🤔 or yk they get a lil bratty and he gotta put them in their place🌚

WaitwaitwaitwaitWAIT

Hold the F UP, Mihawk AND psychology? You're spoiling me 🤭❤️

Oooooh I can't not do this one right now.

Kinda personal because I have some issues that can result in bi-polar tendencies, so this hits quite close to home for me.

I've rewatched this scene a totally normal amount of times I swear. Totally normal.

Mood Swings

OPLA! Mihawk X Reader

Mostly SFW headcanons, only the slightest bit suggestive, kinda hurt/comfort I suppose

Trigger Warning ⚠️ (possibly) for mental health issues, bi-polar and related disorders

♬♫ Rosanna - The Fratellis ♫♬

Baby, you're a mess, I confess

But I guess that I'll save you one of these days

Mihawk doesn't exactly have the patience of a saint, but he still honestly has more patience than most—you don't dedicate your life to becoming the world's greatest swordsman and actually achieve that goal without at least a touch of patience.

Your mood swings amuse him more than anything. Not a cruel sort of amusement, but a more endearing one. You remind him a bit of a cat—sweet and playful one minute, then all claws and bared teeth the next.

Though as amusing as it can be, he sees how it drains you, mentally and physically, and that more than anything is reason enough for him to stay patient with you in the moment.

He'll keep a level tone, just tells you to calm down, even while you're yelling at the top of your lungs that you are calm, yelling insults and potentially hurtful words.

He can't help but smirk a little at how quickly you fly off the handle, which probably doesn't help your own anger, but he really can help but find it a little entertaining, even a little enticing.

Oh, he wants to shove you against a wall, pin your hands over your head and murmur in your ear for you to behave yourself, to just devour you then and there—but he knows that now isn't the time. That can come later, after you've calmed down.

So he just keeps up a calm and reasonable air about himself and lets you vent out whatever frustrations you need to, taking it with a grain of salt because he knows that it won't last.

Just gives a little sigh once you have calmed down, once you've apologized for whatever you have said or done in your anger.

Tells you it's fine, pulls your head down to rest on his lap while he combs his fingers through your hair until your tension has eased off the rest of the way, not faulting you for your moment of vulnerability. Might tauntingly mention that he *should* punish you for being so troublesome, but he's honestly more focused on ensuring you recover.

He really has more trouble dealing with your depressive episodes—he can't stand the thought of you being so low that you can't even pull yourself out of bed.

Mihawk understands that patience is absolutely vital in such cases, but he's not sure whether it's better to give you space or keep you company; to try to convince you to talk, to just hold you quietly, or to leave you to your own devices until you recover on your own.

So in those instances, he's a bit all over the place, and more than a bit frustrated. More likely to be short or snappish in spite of himself. He desires complete control over all aspects of his life, and being at a loss of what to do drives him up a wall, especially if it concerns your well-being and his ability (or inability) to fix it.

He's not going to put you in your place for anything until he's sure you've leveled out, that it won't trigger you or make things worse.

Not until you're able to calmly discuss what's been going on with you, until you're able to laugh and smile and breathe easy in the wake of your own turbulent emotions.

He might punish you relentlessly for being intentionally bratty, for being a sarcastic little shit and clearly doing it to test his patience for the fun of it. In that case, he might pin you to the bed, might tease you to the very edge of sanity, might make you beg and plead for relief or release, but only then.

You're still his lover, and he doesn't have any intention of hurting you in any way that could be lasting, in any way that isn’t consensual—in any way that could make your inner turmoil any more difficult to bear.

[aroaceleovaldez]

the show chb logo was also ripped from fandom, like in the past decade all the official chb shirt had the logo without the circle and then the fandom started doing and the show went for it, sorry your tags reminded me of that

[Link to post/tags in question]

Yeah, I know Delphi Strawberry Service has done more circular-based CHB shirt designs for ages, and I've seen the more circular-based designs floating around for awhile. I think Magicbysab's circular-based CHB shirt designs also predate the show design? Those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head. I understand on a level that if they did base it off fandom designs, particularly if they're basing anything on widespread fanon or fandom-based concepts, it can be difficult to pin down credit or may even seen unnecessary. But if they're going to be doing that I feel like at least they could hire like, a fandom consultant of sorts? Instead of just ripping off from the fandom, hire someone from the community who produces that already so at least there's some recognition and acknowledgement of where it originated.

Heck, in some instances if you ask around in the fandom it's not hard to pinpoint who specifically popularized certain concepts! I could talk for ages about Cherryandsisters being a driving force behind photokinesis!Will, or Saberghatz with plague!Will (tbh between the two they spearheaded a ton of early Will/Solangelo fanon), and I swear Drksanctuary alone is behind like 50% of Alabaster fanon, etc etc etc. People in the fandom know these things! Heck, we know ReadRiordan company knows how to do that kind of thing! They commissioned Viria for the official art, and the UK Riordan newsletter reaches out to fans all the time to feature their work (with credit, they're one of the better ones)! Though in Rick's book tours he did showcase Viria's art (at least with credit) without asking before she got commissioned, and during the Tower of Nero book tours they actually straight up stole a solangelo edit from Pervysloth with completely zero credit (link is to my canon url readriordan parody blog).

I think it doesn't help as well that Rick and his editor allegedly use the fandom wiki in place of a series bible. The PJO wiki is notorious for putting inaccurate information or fanon onto pages at random and having no sources. (What I wouldn't give for the PJO wiki to have frequent book/page sources a la Warrior Cats wiki...) There are what, now almost 18 books in the main series alone? Of an extremely renowned best-selling series that's 20 years old and now being adapted for TV? And they STILL don't have a series bible? That's like, step 1 of writing a series. This kind of reliance of the fandom for resources and concepts definitely isn't new for them.

It just feels so bizarre as to what it says about how the ReadRiordan company views the fandom and the creatives within it. I understand that trying to figure out how to give credit to the concept of "CHB shirt design, but circular!" is difficult, if you even can find out who did that first or popularized it. But if you're going to rip things from fandom, at least find somebody to try and credit? Show that you put in even the tiniest amount of effort? And if you get it wrong and people know, they'll correct you and that's that! But ReadRiordan just keeps trying to actively obscure these kinds of things, even with their own media, not ripped from the fandom, which makes it feel all the worse when it gets pointed out. And a lot of the time the whole reason those concepts get popular is because they're filtered through big names in the fandom! The fandom is a community! We know these people! We can point to them and explain exactly what they popularized! Remember how Velinxi popularized long haired Piper with the heart-shaped flyaways? Goodness only knows how many fandom designs are heavily influenced by Viria and Minuiko and Burdge (and Indigonite and Fuocogo and Ikimaru and Thecottonproject and Joker-ace and Sixofclovers and Vikingmera and Saber and Cherry and and and-). If you are in the community this stuff is easy to find. But Rick and the ReadRiordan company clearly being ~5 years behind with fanon pretty obviously tells me that they're not in the community at all, and aren't bothering trying.

[neowinestainedress]

YESSSSSS PLS ELABORATE ON SUB!JENO CUZ I THINK I CAN SPEAK FOR ALL SUB ENTHUSIASTS, WE NEED IT 😭😭😭😭

Listen... If you tease me like this... 

I know sub!Jeno is an unpopular opinion but I don’t care. There’s something so hot about strong, tall men being submissive that drives me insane. (+ his puppy energy is the cherry on top)  

He’s the best boy ever, so obedient and desperate, you never have to punish him for anything. One snap of your fingers or a glance, and he’s on his knees, doing whatever you want. He just can’t get enough of you and will always make sure to remind you, worshipping you as if you’re the best thing that ever happened to him. 

Sub!Jeno that’s so needy to have you, he steals your panties to jack off when you’re away, but he’s such a good boy he always makes sure to keep his promise of sending you a video. His fist wrapped around his big, throbbing dick as the fabric of your panties rubs against his sensitive skin, hips bucking up to chase the high while he moans your name and begs you do to things you can’t do (you will make sure to make his wish come true once at home). 

And because of his devotion and obedience, you don’t waste the opportunity to be a bit hard with him. You know he loves when you tease him in public, making his strong, unbothered façade fall to the ground so easily, all it takes are your fingers caressing the sensitive back of his neck and pulling at his hair when he least expects it. He never complains when you make him go outside with a vibrating butt plug inside, your favourite thing to do when you go grocery shopping, playing with the intensity of the vibrations every time he has to move to grab something from the shelves — because he would never let you move a finger. And when you come back home, he’s even needier than usual, almost begging you on his knees to let him come undone.  

But the thing sub!Jeno loves the most, is when you make him feel small and powerless. His brain shuts down completely and it’s so easy for you to move him around and put him in any position you want him. You know he’s so good at listening, he could easily do it himself, but you won’t ever miss the occasion of seeing his dick throb or his cum stain his underwear when you manhandle him like he’s nothing. 

“Are you sure you’re working hard at the gym?” you ask, pushing him down on the mattress, “I can throw you around so easily.”

“I work hard, miss,” he mumbles, already a shaking mess as you keep stroking his dick, pushing him forward to his second orgasm. 

“Really? And yet, look at you,” you mock teasingly, “what would they say if they saw you like this, uhm?” Your hand wraps around his neck while your hand moves faster on him, making him choke on sobs and whimpers. 

“I don’t care, I don’t — fuck — care,” he cries out, head rolled back, chest panting and cock oozing out an embarrassing amount of pre-cum. “Just — just want you,” he mumbles, voice struggling to come out as your hold on his neck tightens, dimming the flow of air. 

“Yeah? You just want to be my good boy?” You coo, tilting your head to the side, smiling when he starts nodding, forcing himself to give you a verbal answer but failing. “And you are. You’ve been so good, come for me.” 

But what drives him crazy is when you’re pounding into him with your strap-on, it’s thick and long, reaching the spot that makes him tremble. His face is pressed flat against the mattress, your hand keeping him pinned down, while his ass is arched up, the plump, white flesh bouncing with each one of your thrusts. 

Jeno loves feeling you deep. He loves the way you keep him in his place and how tight your hand wraps around his small waist, not giving him room for movement. He loves the way you degrade and praise him at the same time. “Such a big cock all to waste, what a shame,” you say, touching the leaking, sensitive tip. “You’re taking my dick so well, baby. You were made just for this.” “Are you going to come again? Yeah? You’re so pathetic, puppy, just can’t get enough, can you?”

Jeno loves feeling powerless. And he loves that it’s because of you. 

I have so many ideas with sub!jeno tbh, using him like a sex toy, reverse missionary, more pet play, jacking him off for hours while he sits between your legs (and I have a specific video in mind), making him ride… yeah, enough 

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

Can I request Mordecai with a dead gn crush who can visit him in his dreams and can appear as a ghost if he's near/in a near death situation?

And let's say he's in a situation where he would have died but then the reader is like "You're not supposed to be here, I'm sending you back." And he wakes up alive. I think that'd be pretty cool

I wound up putting these two together. I hope neither of you mind.

TW for described gore and brief character death

"MERDE!" Serafine slammed the driver's side door shut and threw the clutch into reverse, the screeching of tires making her pin her ears back against her skull."Merde, merde, MERDE!!"

A large paw gripped Mordecai's own when he tried to speak, to ask her to stay quiet. "Shhh, cher," Nico whispered. "You're gonna be alright."

The constant pain in his abdomen begged to differ. Against his better judgement, he looked down at his stomach—or what was left of it—and groaned as it churned when he was met with the bloody mess of his innards. Nico's paw tightened on his own and the tomcat had a rigid set to his jaw when Mordecai looked to him again, though he still managed an easygoing smile.

"Keep 'im talking!" Serafine snapped. "We all know it's what he likes to do. Ask 'im about 'is—ah...His—'is home life!"

"I'll keep 'im going." Nico's voice was surprisingly level. "You focus on getting us back home."

The car ran over a bump in the road. Mordecai ground his teeth and hissed in anger and pain. Nico steadied him with his free hand, let Mordecai let go of his paw and almost pulled him into his lap.

The car was either much more steady on this side or this cat had enough body mass to make up for the pitiful amount of shock absorbers in the vehicle. Mordecai raised his head and made it onto Nico's shoulder to look out the window. "Where 're we...?"

"Home, cher." Nico's bandaged paw stroked Mordecai's head like he was a frightened kitten. "We're takin' you home to patch you up some. Sit tight, okay?"

Another bump in the road. Mordecai's confused brain tried to grab on to his stomach, to literally hold it in. He moved his head off Nico's shoulder just to lean against it. Everything felt heavy. He was so tired.

"Don't close those green eyes!" Nico's harsh pinch made him flinch. "You stay awake! We're almost there!"

"Wake m' up when we arrive."

"Serafine, pull over! We're losing 'im faster than you can drive!"

Car tires screeched again, this time to a stop. The lights started going out as Nico gathered him into his arms and tried to open the door with his elbow.

Mordecai made it to the grass outside before the world around him disappeared.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't to just suddenly exist in a white void. He could see his paws in front of him, he could feel his cufflinks when he adjusted them, but that was about it: this place was as empty as empty could get.

At least he wasn't in pain anymore. What a way to go; gored and confused. What an ending. Embarrassing.

"Fancy meeting you here."

He glanced around at the familiar voice, his eyes finally landing on a H/C cat standing with their arms crossed. "Y/N?"

"Hey, Heller. What're you doing here?"

Mordecai cleared his throat, then winced and rubbed it. Funny how that started hurting. "Yes, well...Ahem. I had—unfortunate and unforeseen circumstances arise-"

"You died."

"Yes. Like I said, unfortunate and unforeseen circumstances."

Y/N chuckled and walked closer to him, running their claws through their fur in playful exasperation. "Still talkin' like a dictionary, eh?"

"You can still "decode" what I say, it seems."

Y/N shook their head with a smile. For a moment they stood merely eyeing him, a mixture of nostalgia and sorrow in their expression. They looked much more lively from the last time he had seen them in person.

Probably because the last time, they weren't actually alive.

"You're not supposed to be here," they said with a shake of their head. "It's too early. Way, way too early."

"What are you going on about?"

"Your death, Morde." Y/N heaved an exasperated sigh and rubbed their temples. "Augh, I'm getting such a headache just talkin' to you. He's not gonna like this."

"What is—"

"I'm sending you back."

Back? Back to the bloodthirsty Savoy twins who would throw him under a train for a dollar? Back to walking on eggshells, trying to rein those two in with a roll of his eyes and sarcastic quip?

Back to his background mission. Y/N was right, he had to go back.

But first...

"Y/N. May I speak with you for another min—"

"Later." Y/N grabbed his upper arm and almost yanked him off his paws. "Come. Now."

Their no-nonsense tone told him this was not negotiable. The two walked in a hurry, Y/N sometimes glancing off to the side at something Mordecai couldn't see. What where they so afraid of?

They stopped suddenly, making the Tuxedo cat bump into them. They heaved a sigh and turned to him. "There's your way out. Go. Now!"

"I don't see anything."

"Of course you don't. Because why would he make this easy?"

Y/N shoved him ahead of them. His paw caught a doorframe and he braced against it. "Just one more moment! I need to ask you something."

"You're sister's not here, no. You're in Limbo, the in-between bit. Now please would you-"

"Before you passed on," Mordecai spoke over them. "Before the accident. You pulled me aside, you told me there was something urgent that needed my attention. What was it?"

Y/N hesitated. Their ears moved about like little radars before they sighed and folded them back.

"I love you, Mordecai." Their voice was low. "I had for a long time. At that point I finally worked up the nerve to tell you this, but, well...I died before I could. I spent a year waiting for us to meet again, even too early like now; but it's not there anymore, so don't worry about it. Now go home, I'll be watching over you."

They stepped forward and gave him a shove, making him stumble back through the invisible-to-him doorway and start falling.

Good lord, everything hurt. Everything from the abdomen up pounded, throbbed or crackled like electricity. His chest and stomach felt particularly weird, though considering he had died for an unknown amount of time there was small wonder as to why.

Mordecai carefully moved his left arm underneath him and pushed himself up, wincing and biting back a hiss at the discomfort rippling through his stomach when it squished. He rubbed his eyes to get read of the fog clouding his vision, finding himself in a familiar hotel room. A chicken clucked it's way past him, bones hanging from the ceiling glinted in the early-morning lighting and the smell of something he couldn't place was strong enough to make him sneeze.

The Savoys brought him to their apartment. The thought gave him a single drop of relief before he was gripped with fear. What the Hell had Serafine done to him while he was gone?

A fuzzy head suddenly poked into the room from the doorway. Nico gave him an easy smile and opened the door all the way. "Ah, cher, you're awake. How you feel?"

"Fine." Mordecai roughly cleared his throat. Talking was a chore all of a sudden. "Where are my things? I am heading home now."

"Oh no you are not, mon ami." Nico made his way further into the room, closing the door slowly and shoving the chicken away from it with his paw. "You die for twenty minutes, sleep for hours and think you can just leave?"

Mordecai felt his ears press against his head. Nico took a step back, so he either looked like he was going to bite him if he got closer or fearful for his life. The larger tomcat raised his paws in an "I'm innocent" gesture, so Mordecai pinned his hopes on the former.

"Settle down now, cher." Nico moved across from him to sit on the arm of the couch Mordecai was currently taking up residence in. "I am over de moon that you're feelin' fiery, but there is no need to try an' take my head off. My work is around your body, after all. Your filling is nice and snug now."

'My filling?'

Nico smiled wider. His smile faltered when Mordecai's eyes rolled back in his head and he hit the couch again.

Maybe it was a bit too soon to start teasing him about his brush with the maiden of death.

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I Never Want To Fall Asleep - Chapter 8 (Part 2)

READ PART ONE FIRST!

Word count: 3,107

For pairings, warnings, and disclaimer - see Masterpost

thank you @gretavangroupie for helping me wrap up this story. much love!

(this chapter contains explicit sexual content!)

Sunday, December 25th, 2022

Frankenmuth, Michigan

When you clamber into the cold car, Jake immediately cranks the heat and puts his hand on your thigh, rubbing gently to warm you up. You sigh contentedly.

You’re both silent on the drive to the motel, but you can feel an inexplicable tension filling the air. He has soft music playing, and it doesn’t feel awkward. You just feel, nervous? Your knee that isn’t in Jake’s grasp is bouncing up and down softly, and you hope he thinks it’s just because you’re cold.

You both make it up to the hotel room, and you fumble with the key in your cold hands. When you finally get the door open, you walk in as confidently as you can, dumping your bag and scarf down on the table. When you turn around, you see Jake lingering in the doorway.

He looks up at you shyly. “So, can I see you tomorrow?” 

You’re confused. “You aren’t staying with me?”

He goes red and fumbles on his words. “Oh, I, uh… I didn’t know you wanted me to.”

You take a deep breath and walk bravely toward him, lacing your hands behind his neck.

“Well, I don’t want you to leave.”

He nods, the blush still radiating in his cheeks. “Me, neither.”

Now that you’re alone, there’s an air of nervousness about him. He runs his hands up your sides, his fingers flexing on your waist.

“Kiss me.” You breathe. And he does.

His mouth crashes into yours, hard. He takes mere seconds before pressing his tongue against your teeth, and you open your mouth graciously. You feel the months of pent-up tension and lust spilling out into this moment, and you tighten your grasp around his neck, anchoring him to you.

He spins you around and blindly reaches behind you to close the door, eventually having to break away to find the handle, which makes you both giggle breathlessly.

He presses you up against the door, his knee pushing between your legs, pinning you in place. You slide your hands into his coat and push it down his arms, letting it drop to the floor. He runs his palms up your sides under your sweater and prompts you to lift your arms so he can take it off. When he’s thrown it onto the closest chair, he rests his forehead against yours, and whispers to you.

“I love that you wore that today.”

Your cheeks get hot, and you give him a small smile. “I just wanted to feel you close.” You admit.

He’s kissing your neck as he says, “I’m right here.”

You hum, knotting your fingers into his hair, as he nips the skin of your jaw.

“You’re so beautiful.” He breathes.

You pull his face back to you so you can kiss his mouth. You want to pour out every feeling you have for him into a kiss. You’ve never been great with intimate words or compliments, but you hope he can just feel what you’re thinking by the pressure of your lips and the tight grip of your fists on his shirt.

You place your hands on his shoulders and push him backward until the backs of his knees hit the bed. You rest your forehead on his shoulder as you untuck the tails of his shirt and undo the three buttons he actually has done up. Your hands are shaking as you get the last one, and his hands replace yours to slide it over his arms and let it fall.

You step back from him and lift your dress over your head, kicking off your boots. He does the same.

As you stand in front of him in just your bra and stockings, you feel your skin burn as he rakes his gaze over you. He takes a step toward you and runs his fingers across the smattering of purple marks on your collarbone. The pitiful amount of concealer you’d used to cover them has rubbed off on your dress.

“Did I do that?” He asks sheepishly.

You smile and nod.

He frowns. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I liked it.” You smirk.

With newfound confidence, you sink to your knees in front of him, toying with the drawstring of his trousers, and placing a wet kiss to his hip bone, before hooking your fingers underneath them and sliding them down his legs.

As the back of your hand brushes his cock, he lets out a little whimper. Oh, you liked that. You’d do anything to have him make that noise again.

You’ve left his underwear on, but you can see just how hard he is for you. You cup him in your hand and brush your open mouth over the fabric, peering up at him from under your lashes. You can feel his frame tense as he lets out a sharp breath, and reaches down to wrap his hands around your biceps, pulling you to your feet.

“Not tonight.” He breathes. You’re a little disappointed, you would’ve liked to see what kind of reactions you could elicit from him in that position, but you can’t help but feel relief to have his face close to yours again.

He wraps his arms around you, toying with the hook of your bra.

“Let me see you.” He murmurs, and you nod. He unclasps it with ease and tosses it to some unknown corner of the room, planting a soft kiss on the slope of your chest.

He steps back and pulls you with him as he sits down on the end of the bed, holding onto your waist to keep you standing, and begins to kiss down between your breasts, brushing his nose across the skin of your abdomen. You sigh, your head tipping back, as you run your hands through his hair.

He slides his hands underneath the waistband of your stockings, and along with your underwear, he slowly slides them down your legs. The feeling of his hands on the bare skin of your hips and thighs is like a drug, and you begin to feel your skin prick with goosebumps. He helps you step out of your stockings and runs his hands back up the outside of your legs, and you have to wrap your arms around his neck and lean your chest down onto his head to keep your balance.

He begins to plant soft kisses on your lower stomach, digging his thumbs into the bare creases of your hips and thighs. He loves that spot. You feel your stomach tingle at the feeling.

You push back on his shoulders so you can plant your knee on the bed, swinging the other over his waist to straddle him. You’re completely naked now, save for your necklace, and he touches it delicately on his way to grab your breast, as you plant yourself in his lap.

You both moan at the feeling of your bodies connecting, despite the thin fabric separating you. His hands run up your back to hold you in place, and you feel yourself slowly grinding down on him without even really thinking about it. 

He attaches his lips to your chest and encourages you, using his position to move your hips in slow circles, occasionally giving a gentle buck of his own.

He’s so warm and soft, and your hands mindlessly run over his hair, his shoulders, his back, wherever they can find purchase. You use one to cup his jaw, pulling his face to you so you can kiss his lips. It’s soft, you barely make contact, but you moan into his mouth as he pushes himself upward to increase your pleasure.

He slides a hand between you, pressing his fingertips into your clit, using your motion to move them as you circle your hips.

If you were on the outside looking in, you’d probably be embarrassed. You're perched in Jake’s lap, chasing your own high as you gyrate above him, making the most feral sounds.

In the moment, though, you can’t possibly be. When he removes his hand, he leans back onto one arm, keeping the other firmly on your hip, fingers digging in, and looks at you with such awe that you feel a fire in your belly, searing through your limbs. You’ve never felt this kind of passion before.

You lean forward to capture his lips quickly, before breathing in his ear.

“I need you inside me, now.”

He lets out something like a growl and grabs onto your other hip, before flipping you both over to plant himself between your legs. You scoot backward up the bed and he follows you, but not before nipping your calf. You squeal.

You let yourself have one moment to wonder if this is the right choice, but when he looks up at you and you see the same fire in his eyes that you feel in the pit of your stomach, you know there’s no stopping either of you now.

When his face is level with yours, you place a hand on his heaving chest, wrapping your legs around his waist. You can feel his heart hammering.

He leans down to kiss you, pressing his still-clothed cock between your legs.

“Are you sure?” He whispers into your lips.

“Yes. Fuck me, please.”

“Condom?” He murmurs.

“I’m on the pill.” You reply impatiently. 

He hums, low in his throat, and you reach down to rid him of his boxer briefs. He kicks them off the rest of the way and you take him in your hand, giving him a few soft pumps before pressing him all the way into you.

He lets out a low groan and a curse as his forehead comes to rest on your shoulder, one hand planted on the mattress beside your arm, the other palming your breast. You grip the back of his head, encouraging him to move. He starts slowly, as if to prolong this for the both of you, but you don’t care. You just need to feel him.

“More.” You moan, and he doesn’t hold back.

You knew this would feel intense. What you didn’t count on, however, was how this would amplify the feelings you already had for him. To feel connected to him in such a physical way, you’d never be able to go back. From the sounds he’s making and the soft affirmations he’s mumbling into your neck, you know he feels the same.

Save for the sounds of your skin smacking together, your whimpering, and Jake’s jagged breathing, the room is quiet. You tug on his hair to pull his face to you, where he leans his damp forehead against yours, still moving relentlessly inside you, hitting every spot.

“I love you.” You whisper.

He kisses your mouth hard.

“Fuck, I love you.” He practically moans. “I can’t… uh… you’re gonna make me come.” He admits breathily.

You let out a moan at that, too, snaking your hand between your bodies to touch yourself. “I want you to. Come inside me, Jake.”

His fingers dig into your hip so hard you’re sure they’ll leave bruises, but you don’t care. You want to have his marks all over you. You rake the fingernails of your free hand down his back, and you feel him shiver.

He picks up his pace, grunting in your ear, and you feel yourself on the precipice. 

“I want you to come with me.” He manages to get out.

You whine. “I’m gonna.”

His motions become erratic as he brings himself to the edge. Or you bring him there. You don’t really know, you may as well be one body at this point.

You reach your release, crying out as you grip the hair at the base of his neck, holding his cheek to yours, and you feel him come inside of you, groaning and cursing into your neck, shuddering with the intensity.

You’re both shaking, breathing hard, as you remove your hand from yourself and bring both arms around his head to hold him close to your chest, where he lays with his cheek flush against your sternum. You play gently with the ends of his hair as you both come down, and he doesn’t move. You don’t want him to. You just want this feeling of your bodies being connected for a little longer.

All his weight is on you, and you revel in it. The skin on skin and firm pressure of him is better than any weighted blanket. It feels like he’s just an extension of you, grounding you to the earth so you don’t float away.

“You ok?” He murmurs.

You hum. “You?”

You feel him nod under your arms. “That was intense.” He turns his head to look up at you, and you brush the hair from his eyes.

“Mmhm.” You just smile at him. You don’t even really have the words right now.

He plants a kiss on your breast as he moves to pull out of you, and crawls over you to flop down on the pillow beside you, pulling you into his arms.

With your nose pressed into his chest, you ask, “Good intense?”

He hums. “The best.”

You smile into his skin. “For me, too.”

You just lay there for a while. God, it feels good to be next to him again, especially now that you’re both fully undressed and all your feelings are out in the open. He pets your hair, running his fingers lightly across your shoulders. You pepper soft kisses across his chest, and eventually, as if he can’t stand it anymore, he pulls you up to kiss you gently on the mouth.

“Are you sleepy?” He asks you quietly.

You nod.

“You can go to sleep, baby. I’ll still be here in the morning.” Your tummy flutters at the pet name.

You sigh. “I don’t want to sleep here. Take me home, Jake.”

“Home?”

“To your parents’ house. I want to sleep in your room.”

He grins. “Okay. We should probably shower first.”

You groan. “Fine.”

You sit up slowly, your skin still radiating with adrenaline, and swing your legs over the edge of the bed to get up. Jake follows suit, and walks quietly behind you as you pad to the bathroom.

Your shower together is nothing short of sickeningly romantic. You take turns washing each other's hair and bodies, and Jake takes every opportune moment to plant soft, wet kisses on any part of your exposed body that he can reach. It’s heavenly.

When you finally get out, you have to share the towel that you and Sam both used this morning, which you admit to Jake apologetically. He just laughs.

You both leave your hair wet. You find some comfy clothes and repack your duffle as Jake redresses himself, helping you tidy up the room.

“Will you come back here?” He asks you casually, as he pulls up the covers on the bed.

You giggle. “Not unless you kick me out.”

He hums. “I don’t foresee that happening.”

You nod. “Well. No, then.”

He looks satisfied with this, and says as much. “Good.”

When you’re packed and ready, he follows you down to the 24-hour service desk to return your key and settle your bill. When you glance at the clock on the wall of the dim office, you see it reads 1.46am.

As you both shuffle back out the door into the cold, you lean your head on Jake’s shoulder and ask, “Will your mom be pissed if we come back this late?”

He chuckles. “I think she’ll just be happy we’re home. Both of us.”

You hum as Jake takes your bags, and you climb into the car.

This drive is much calmer. You feel contented. Jake keeps his hand around the back of your neck the whole way, massaging your muscles, and you let out a few deep sighs.

You sneak back into the Kiszkas’ as quietly as you can, kicking off your shoes in the entryway and hanging your outer clothes by the door.

When you pass the living room, you see that Ronnie has made it up to bed, but Sam is still on the couch, quietly snoring. You silently hand Jake your purse and pad your way over to Sam, pulling the blanket from the arm of the couch up over his lanky frame. You hear a small sigh as he tucks it around his chin and resumes snoring. You have to bite back a giggle.

You follow Jake up the stairs, careful not to bump anything on the railing, flicking off light switches as you go. When you finally make it to his room and shut the door, you let out a sigh.

He sets your bags down on Josh’s bed, and sits on his own to take off his shoes, looking up at you as you lean against the door.

“Ready for bed?” He asks.

You hum. “I am now.”

You strip back down to nothing, and he does the same. You curl up in his small bed, sleep imminent, and settle down, facing each other. Your legs tangle together, your arm draped lazily over his middle, his hand petting your hair.

“Did you have a good Christmas?” You ask him quietly.

He chuckles. “I did, thanks to you.”

“Me, too.”

He lifts your chin to brush his lips softly over yours.

“How could I have ever thought we could just be friends?”

Your breath hitches in your throat. “I don’t know.”

He begins to absently run his fingers over your neck and collarbone, creating fresh goosebumps in his wake.

“Do you think we should wait to tell my brothers? Josh already knows…” He muses.

You giggle. “Danny and Sam know, too.”

He smirks. “Nosey assholes."

“Have you thought about what this will mean for tour?” You ask softly.

He gives a small nod. “I don’t think much will change. I’ll just struggle to keep my hands off you even more than I did before, now that I know what it feels like.” He brushes his hand up your thigh, grabbing a handful of your flesh.

You hum.

Jake chuckles to himself, and you look up at him curiously.

“Where will you be sleeping tonight, Y/N?” He asks you, a callback to the question he’d ask you every night on tour, when both of you secretly prayed that the answer would be his room.

You giggle. “Right here, Jake. Tonight and every night, if you’ll have me.”

“When you’re with me, I never want to fall asleep. Don’t want to waste a second.”

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Summery- What happened in mexico...

CONTAINS SMUT, THIS IS EXTREMELY GAY WITH SMUT

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As you sat on the plane getting ready for your landing and starting your mission, your body shook with fear and thoughts raced through your mind at 1000 mph. This was your first mission and you were being tested on what your strongest skill was. Originally you applied for sniper but they wanted to see your close combat skills which pushed you way out of your comfort zone. Of course you knew how to deal with close combat but you'd never tried on people... only dummies. Your leg bounced rapidly and your knuckles cracked while you waited for the signal to put your belts on, a large firm grip planted on your shoulders... it was your Lieutenant, Simon Riley or more commonly known as ghost for his silent yet deadly attacks and way of life. He was a closed off man, it took a lot to break down his walls but it was even harder to get him to take off that mask of his. 

"Private, is there something wrong?" He asks to take a seat next to you, removing his hand. He was a big lad, muscular, tall, intimidating... hot, he wasn't a touchy person either the most amount of physical contact you've had with him was probably just then.

"Oh yeah... sorry sir, just nervous for my first mission" You say leaning back in your seat to make eye contact with him although it was hard to see with all that eye makeup "Uhh... Captain Price set me in the close combat class even though i was put as a sniper"

"Right, well just stick with me mate and we'll get through fine" He says in the same monotone voice as always, he was so hard to read. Never once have you seen an indication of emotion from him, not in his eyes, voice, body language... nothing. He talks you through the mission brief and what the main goal of the mission was, only making you more nervous... such an important mission for a newbie.

"Sir... no offence but please shut the fuck up... you're not helping me out here" You say not even realising what you just said, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. He can see that your are practically on the verge of a panic attack so he decides to crack a joke instead, Soap told you how shit they were before the mission but Lord were they bad

"Two goldfish are in a tank, one turns to the other and says 'd'you know how to drive this thing'" Soap is shaking his head while you smile and relax a bit

"Fucking hell, that was shit" You chuckle while soap steps over and starts to make some jokes that them two called army humour, they were terrible but it distracted you. The signal for the belt sign came on, all 3 of you put your belts on while cracking jokes and before you knew it you had landed.

Dark dry hot : The only way you could describe the conditions you were in. You walked through a dark alley with ghost speaking to you through an earpiece, the both of you were forced to split up to finish before some time, you could see him at the end of the alley, parked in a car waiting for you. Cautiously you step through this eerie place just trying to get to the end, it seemed so long and like there was no end, all you wanted to do was sprint to the end but that would cause too much noise. All of the sudden, you feel yourself being pinned against a wall... a gang stood around you, they must have been sent by Hassan. Without realising you pulled your pistol out and pushed it to the bottom of the guy's jaw, pulling the trigger. His brains splattered all over the people behind him as well as yourself, you shot at the guys that were rushing at you while ghost helped from the end of the alley. The only main injury you had was a large deep gash in your face that someone caused.... you slide against the wall realising what you've done. You look down at your shaking hands covered in the burgundy metallic-smelling warm liquid that was not just on you but all over the floor... all over the lifeless cold bodies on the floor

"Private! Come on mate look at me... calm down" Ghost says, kneeling in front of you, holding your jaw trying to examine the large gash in your face that painted your face red.

Your breathing quickened as your eyes darted around looking at the scene "Sir... I can't breathe... I can't breathe" You huff out pulling at your collar and protection, salty tears rolled down your face stinging your cut. Ghost helps you up rushing you to the car to allow a bit more safety, he helps you take off all the heavy protection to allow you to breathe easier. Holding your cheek to try stop your bleeding, he speaks to you in a softer tone

"Mate look at me... that's it, good lad... now breathe with me. In for 3, hold for 5, out for 4... well done that's it" He says looking at you, your breathing slowed down and you calmed down a bit

"I'm sorry sir... I'm sorry" You mumble as you hold the shirt on your face, Ghost pays no attention and focuses on getting back to base for a medic before you pass out from blood loss. He carries you in and you're taken by a medic, the whole time he waits there for you to get out.

A couple hours later you come out, a large portion of your face covered up. The cut was definitely gonna scare, it started from the top of your left cheek and stopped under your left nostril.

"We've given him an anaesthetic so he's gonna be loopy for a bit, just like he's drunk. Tell Price to excuse him for a week, Just bring the chair back tomorrow" The doctor says handing the wheelchair with you in it to Ghost as he takes you back to his room since you were in no state to be alone. He didn't show it but he was so glad to see you... you reminded him of himself when he first joined the army

"You know sir... you are really hot, with or without the mask" You say moving on top of him sitting on his lap, your hands running down his chest

"You're high stop." He says honestly a bit turned on... he was touch starved and your touch and tone worked some magic on him but he didn't want to this to you while you're vulnerable, he tried to move on but you refused

"Nope, that shit was weak and wore off on my way here... now can I carry on?" He nods at you as you start to rock back and forth on his lap practically giving him a lap dance, his member getting harder and harder underneath you. He looks you up and down, removing the skull section of his mask before pulling his balaclava over his lips and kisses you.

You groan at his kiss and his hand now on your waist guiding your hips, as the kiss gets passionate he bites your bottom lip so he can allow his tongue in your mouth. They swirl together and fight for dominance, shockingly you won and let your tongue explore his mouth. You pull away from his lips and fall on your knees, palming his dick through his trousers causing him to groan "ahh... fuck Y/N please just take them off" You look up to him and smirk as you slowly undo his trousers and pull his boxers off with your teeth, his member spring to life

"Well someone's excited aren't they" You tease while Ghost just rolls his eyes... In all honesty, he was big but that didn't really shock you. Grabbing his shaft you start to kitty lick his tip causing groans come out of his mouth, you carry on. Gradually taking it all in. His hand rests on your bobbing head

"Atta boy... that's it" He says as your tongue swirls around his shaft, his head thrown back. As you pick up the pace he starts to push your head down making you gag a bit, in return he reaches his hand down undoing your pants with one hand and starts to jerk you off. You start to moan, almost purring on his dick causing his back to arch, tears form in your eyes as he pushes your head harder "Fuck... I'm gon- gonna cum"

You carry on as he carries on jerking you off, a knot forming in your stomach. He moans as he cums in your mouth, you swallow all of it and look at him smiling at him panting. The knot in your stomach tightens as you let out a loud moan cumming on the floor, thank god they were wooden. You clean up the mess you made and go sit with ghost in bed who was drawing a sketch of you

"Aww... I knew you had feelings" You tease him as he ignores you and carry on drawing... might as well add on to the tease "You know that was my first time" You say to him resting your head on your shoulder, he turns to you with the most expression you've ever seen on him (It wasn't much but that's beside the point)

"What?! Wow... that's probably the quickest I ever came, pretty impressive handsome... Now go to sleep you must be exhausted"

“Wait sir… are you mine? I want to be your boyfriend… will you be mine” Ghosts laughs at you and kisses your head “Of course”

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A/N: I'm sorry if this is shit and for not uploading but school is stressful as fuck. Anyway more uploads this week hopefully Thanks for reading!

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011 Valentine, Texas

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it’s a short drive.

long enough for three songs to play full length but not long enough for the two of you to hold a meaningful conversation. not that either of you wanted to talk—the early morning was foreign. it’s been days—maybe weeks—since the two of you sat through watching the sunrise together. usually it was because of all-nighters—now it was in jaemin’s car on the way to work.

his small sedan is a two door—not much room to move around in but you loved the comfort. you loved the sweet scents the vents carried. it’s something you missed about jaemin’s presence—he always smelled sweet. you let your eyes wander towards him, suppressing the smile that threatened to form on your lips.

he’s wearing pink pajama pants—accompanied by a pair of fur lined crocs. it’s a simple outfit, one that screams he just rolled out of bed and still he looked more put together than you did. his hair was un-styled, parted in the middle and hanging over his eyebrows pin straight. his face is adorned with his natural flush and glossy lips. he looked so pretty.

pretty?

“you’re here.” sicheng greets you at the door, locking it behind you when you enter. he stands by the entrance for a few seconds the further you and jaemin walk into the cafe. there’s question in his eyes, an eyebrow raised in curiosity but he says nothing. “i know you know how to open so just… do that. i’ll be in the back finishing the pastries—these croissants aren’t going to make themselves.” he goes to walk past the two of you, wiping his hands on the dirty apron that sits loosely around his waist. “oh—if you want to connect your phone to the speaker you can. just nothing crazy, it’s too early.”

with that, sicheng disappears. placing his headphones back on his ears. jaemin wastes no time in pulling a chair up to the register, staying on one side of the counter as you go behind it. the first thing you do is connect your phone for music, handing it to him so he could play something—anything—too ease the awkwardness that comes with the silence. the two of you were a well-oiled machine. moving together like partners dancing a waltz. no words exchanged—just movements that the two of you grew familiar to when you were with each other.

the first thing you do is put on a clean apron, tying it just above the belt loops of your favorite jeans. you walk towards the espresso machine, pulling the ground coffee beans and tampering it before placing the portafilter in the ground head. you grab a plastic cup and fill it halfway with ice, pouring a generous amount of sweet almond milk before turning to grab the espresso shot. it’s like second nature to you—making jaemin’s coffee. it’s never the same order twice and he never specifies what he wants on a specific day. you put the cup in front of jaemin, pouring the shot of espresso on top of the milk before placing the lid and handing him a straw.

jaemin—who has been peaking from behind your phone—stays stunned. he never watched as you twirled around to make drinks, only looking up to them appearing in front of him—but now he’s in awe.

“y/n… that was awesome! do you think you could teach me?”

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[oceanlue]

Can you do one where the listener is teasing the yuurivoice boys too much and they snap or just give them a punishment? 😅

(Oh oh ohhh of course)

💗Alphonse🧁🍭

He knew. He knew vary well what you are doing. And he is about to return it 10 fold

After work he had you in his bed and on his bed. Arms pined, legs up, him over you as he continues to pond into you over and over while also stopping for about 5 minutes to get you squirming.

" ha...ah...you like that boo...like how I tease you until your unable to do anything. While I....hah.... pin you down nnnuhh...and keep you here for my amusement until I'm satisfied....ahhh....get ready boo cuz ima keep you here till I'm done"

Hehehhehe

🧡Seth🍂🏕

He already had you in his bed before you could say or do anything.

And he wasn't going easy

He had you over the table and had your hands behind your back

Making sure you stay still

And him biteing, slapping your cake, and not stopping for anything not even when u say slow down that just makes him speed up

" no no sugar you should have seen this coming .....ahhh.....you know better than to tease me your big strong ....ah....country man and now look at you all tied up and bend to my will and....ah f*^% yah...... all because of a little teasing that you.....damn..... tried to do maybe I should do a little teasing to put you in your place sugar"

Hehehehhe

💚Finn🪴🌻

He is not the vary Dom to say the least but he does have his moments and today that was one of his moments

He slipped something in you tea cuz you had been teasing all day and it was getting to him

So now your body is hot you're sweating and panting wiggling around in the bed trying to get friction between your legs and he was just sitting there while you try to get yourself off

After a lot of begging he's finally did something

" you know *huff* my precious little orchid you tease me a great deal ....ohhh.....today and it was very hard to focus on work so I'm going to repay you ..aaah...the favor my dear I'm going to make...nnuuhhh.... sure you get the exact amount of teasing I got that you did to me"

Well I think you'll have fun

❤Auron☕⌚

He knows and he slightly regrets of what he said

He did buy you that collar and it fit you perfectly and now he regrets it a little bit

You wearing his collar all around the office is driving him f***ing Wild and it's taking all of his willpower to not grab you out of nowhere and just drag you to his office for a "evening meeting"

Even on the security cameras you know that he's watching so you give him a little bit of a show

By that I mean you tilting your head back as you put your hand on the collar and slowly slide it down to your chest and you stop and then you look at the camera and bite your lip to give an extra sense of euphoria

And this is driving him freaking wild you being seductive teasing him all day making him frustrated for him to finish his work meanwhile you are finishing work pretty quickly

After he finished his work finally he closed up the office and finally went to the his condo were you are

After he opened up the door he sees you on the couch with the color still on

And finally since he's at home he can rash you all he wants so he just went up to you picked you up threw you over his shoulder and walked to your shared bedroom

After a little bit let's say about an hour you two were heated in the moment that nothing really mattered Beyond what's in front of him

" you really ...nuh.....think that you can just f***ing tease me all day don't just like making a mess out of me making me back down on my paperwork.....ahh.... making me so frustrated that I had to be annoyed by every living thing that......oh f&^% yah.... came to ...*huff*....me and hear you were being seductive little pets you didn't think I would notice the security ......ah damn.....cameras I always notice my darling and you are going to be paying ....*huff*....for what you did. I'm going to make you big for more...ahhhh..... And I won't stop for anything not even if you say so"

R.i.p your legs

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Peace out

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