#Love when I get to use the upside down torso

[ashilean]

HUKANARA, toa Mangai of ice (7/11)

Standing proud in Ko-Metru's monument square, Hukanara is a steadfast protector and idol to matoran across the city of legends. A cunning leader in his prime, he spends his days presiding over the mighty rahi the Mangai were first called to defeat--now imprisoned in a glacier.

Hukanara wears the great Tataupo, mask of conjuring, and wields a Boreal Banner. The red-coloured cloth is a tradition from his southern homeland, but has been adopted as a symbol among the local Ko-matoran now that he is hailed as a hero.

While the old toa has remained a pillar of the community, he has taken a step back from leading his siblings in their heroic affairs, and many wonder if he might find his destiny in becoming turaga of their great city.

[ladybyakuya]

| SIDE EFFECTS + SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

+cw. — fem!reader, established relationship, ( domestic ) fluff, love & comfort, slight angst, mature language, atsumu being atsumu, mention of hinata and bokuto. beta-read by my beloved ray.

+wc. — 1.2k 

+syn.—  Sakusa has gotten used to you pretty quick ever since he started living with you but now that he has known the bliss, he does not want to go back to living alone.

+notes. — this is for flufftober ‘fond moments’ collab event for a prompt: quality time hosted by @spookuna. mdni cuz im eighteen plus blog.| redirect to blog navigation. & tagging @tetzoro for poking my pineal glad with a question that became a inspo for this <3

For almost a month, Kiyoomi has had an odd extension of routine that starts after his matches. It starts with going straight home ( to you ), and eating the dishes you made for him which was suggested by a dietitian of course! and then wait at least one hour before hitting the shower, and that too, a cold one since right after he is done drying himself he jumps into bed just to hold you amongst his chest like a hot bag; this . . .this particular moment is what he has been looking forward to for months and now it has finally become a part of his life, and if things do not go south then it might just last for the rest of his life. Just barely thinking of it gets him wide awake. If life was a sleepless dream, then he would not mind sleeping forever at the end of it with you.

Today, however, everything turned upside down. He came home a little late, just a little; ate silently without talking much. Generally, he turns into a yapper right when he sees you. He has so much to talk about yet even with all that bubbling enthusiasm he still does not forget to ask, “Babe, how was your day?”, “Aw, babe that’s amazing. I’m so proud of you.”, “What? Need me to scare the manager? Because I can.” he says while flexing his muscles wearing nothing but a towel around his torso but you know he won’t do that since he has the confidence that you can handle anything all by yourself. After all, you scared the shit out of Miya when you first met him and he will not accept but, indeed, Miya is not easily scared, especially by girls. However, this evening his responses were full of— “umm.” and “umhm” — nods and sneaking glances. The Kiyoomi that is reserved for the world has come home to you today. 

And that one-hour gap, between his dinner and shower, which is generally filled with listening to you as you roam around the house and work and he follows you like a puppy is filled with frequent calls, messages, and screen time today. It sure makes you worry if not disappointed or angry. It has been a month since you two started living together, so this one hour has always been filled with making this small apartment a place that you both could call “home.” Things were slowly falling into place, turning this place into a home. You were happy, and Kiyoomi? He was the happiest man in the world. 

However, crest-fallen.

Sakusa came out of the bathroom freshly showered when you were folding his clothes. Now that he can see your back properly without any thoughts lingering in his mind you look tired, sad, and perhaps. . . a little annoyed. Maybe it is not a good time to tell you the news after all but what else he can do, he does not have much time left either. He tip-toes his way towards you, slowly.

“C’mon out with it, omi. What’s up?” You say and turn towards him with a bunch of his clothes in your hand only to face a half-naked Sakusa, a pink towel wrapped around his torso, his hands in the air branching out in a form of embrace. You chuckle as you walk off to his closet but his stance remains intact just his head following you; 

his jaw drops as he enquires with utmost curiosity, “How do you always know?” which earns him just an endearing glance from you. You keep the stack of his clothes on the shelf, one by one as he finally says what has been bothering him. “I have to move out. . .to Osaka.” You had to pause before keeping the last t-shirt on the stack of clothes. Your hand is still on the edge of the closet wooden frame since you know the moment you close it— is the moment you have to face such a warped reality where you would be alone in this newly bought apartment, with no omi to wait for, cook for, or take care of. . . 

As if he could read your thoughts he mumbles sharply. “Babe, turn around.” He must be still in that pink towel. The air conditioner is on but it seems that he does not mind the cold today. You slowly turn around closing the cupboard with your hands at the back biting your lower lip in anticipation thinking if Kiyoomi had to tell you about moving out to you, then he must have tried all the possibilities of either staying here with you or taking you with him yet none of them must have worked because if it had, you two would not be standing so apart like two curtains drawn apart. 

“Oh dear God,” Kiyoomi groans as he clutches your wrist pulling you into himself. He makes you sit on the edge of the bed while he sits on the floor, legs folded keeping his head on your lap as he draws lazy patterns on the side of your thighs with both hands, simultaneously. “I never thought I’d fall in love even though I’ve planned it in my notebook ever since I was a kid.” He turns his head up, “Now that my love is here I want to keep it, safe, forever.” The water from his hair has left spots on your long tee. You run your nails through his scalp and he lets out a low even groan saying, “So, I took a week off to spend time with you and of course to get the packing done.” He has to rake his eyes open since the exhaustion blended with being sleepy along with your tender touch is too tempting not to give in.

“What?” You ask, surprised. “You did it for me?”

“Yeah. ‘course. Why wouldn’t I?”

A black pup tip-toes its way into the room and both of you watch it walk till it halts right at your feet wagging its tail, tongue hanging out of its mouth. Both of you look at each other, and then a familiar voice turns up, “We’re here love birds.” Sakusa rolls his eyes before turning around and grabbing your bathrobe to wrap himself up probably because now his senses are back enough to let him know how chill the temperature of the room is. You put your palms over your cheeks, it has become warm again, as you look at the pup. 

Just when you crouched down to pat the pup, Atsumu, Hinata, and Bokuto followed into your shared bedroom. 

“So, what’re you gonna name him?” Miya asks with a big grin plastering on his face.

“Kiyo!”

“Heyyyyy.” Naturally, Sakusa protests. Bokuto and Hinata share a look holding back their laughter. 

“Well, I call you Omi when I need something from you, or when I’m angry with you and I call you Mr. sakusa when we—you struggle to put your thoughts out in words so Atsumu interjects. 

“ —fuck.” He is still grinning. What’s he so happy about?

“Yeah. that.” you point at him while keeping your eyes still on Kiyoomi. “So, I don’t see a problem calling him Kiyo.”

[just-a-ghost00]

Who is your secret admirer? 👀

If you feel like someone’s been eying you and you would like to check if your intuition about them is right, then this reading is for you. There will be a part two covering whether you know them or not and what this person admires about you.

There will be three sections for each group :

1. Their physical traits

2. Their personality

3. Complementary info using key words based on the letters you get

Group 1 🌹

Their appearance - 10 of wands, The Sun, 9 of pentacles, 2 of swords, Queen of cups, The Fool, Strength, Death, Movement, with a special appearance of the 7 of swords

This person is a busy bee. They look really tired or like they’re constantly in a rush. This person tends to avoid your gaze. They are quite charming and cute, their body has a good balance. They are rather slender and slim. They look strong though. Like they lift weights or something. This person can be quite intense if they want to, especially because they are so athletic and well off financially. But they are super humble so even though they know they look good, they do their best not to brag about it. So this person tends to dress casually, they wear clothes that don’t always fit them or bring the best out of their looks. They wear sporty clothes often like some kind of camper’s bag or running shoes. Their eyes is a key feature of their looks. They’re sweet yet bold. A fair mix of flirty and shy. This person could be really versatile in how they look around you. They are the sexy cute type, the type of person that attracts people with their brains more than their body. Though they look like a snack in this case. This person could be a swimmer so their arms and torso/back could be something that stands out compared to the rest of their body. They look like they would give the best hugs ever. 🤩

Their personality - The Tower, 4 of cups, The Hierophant, The High Priestess, The Lovers, 8 of wands, The Sovereign, Dare to dream, Transmute

Let me tell you, this person is hot AF. There is a stark contrast between their looks and their personality. This person looks so innocent but deep down they are soooo horny and dominant. No wonder this person wouldn’t look you in the eyes : they were too busy looking at your chest. They love it to a fault! They fantasize about you a whole lot. When it comes to who they are on a more general basis, they are very confident. They are a leader. They are wise, they know their worth. This person is a loner and they have strong boundaries. They don’t lose their time with what they’re not interested in. Same goes for people. They only engage in conversations with people that can match their intensity or bring something to the table. If they deem you unworthy, they would have no problem cutting ties. This person is very clever. They are constantly thinking. They are also super intuitive. Like the Hierophant and the High Priestess combo is super connected. This person definitely believes in a higher power, no matter how they label it. With the lovers and the 8 of wands, this person is quick to fall in love and very passionate once they know where they stand with you. They enjoy the banter a lot. They’re a sapiosexual. Not only are they excited by your looks but they also love your sassy and witty nature. The Hierophant / High Priestess / Lovers combo makes me think that this person is engaged but would gladly have a sneaky link with you anytime. The Tower and 4 of cups combo tells me that they like to challenge perceptions of others but don’t like theirs to be challenged. Let me tell you this person was not mentally prepared to meet you. You have put their world upside down to say the least. They can’t control their desire but they try really hard to repress it.

Complementary info - G I E A T Z I C R Y D A P L U

Words I’m picking up on : gay, guy, crazy, day care, guitar, cry, play date, icy gaze, player, age, gap, duty, large, diaper, price, duality, cage, pirate, trail, page, trace, guard, place, Italy, palace, rule, party, lace, Gael, Gail, Gaelic, Zac, Celia, Alice, Alicia, Ciel, Dalia, Ali, Lyra, Lydia, Craig, Giulia, Caty, Zara, Algeria, cute, cutie, prize, prude, girly

Group 2 ❣️❣️

Their appearance - Two of wands, White Numen, 7 of cups, King of cups, four of pentacles, 9 of wands, Power, Fate, Get creative

Okay this can be quite specific but for some this person is a farmer or someone that creates with their hands in a more general sense. Their hands, arms and upper body area are key features of this person’s look. They look intimidating, a bit stern, guarded for sure. Like the type of person that shouldn’t be messed with. Everything about them is meaty and juicy, even the D / the C. Their sense of style is pretty flowy. They like oversized clothes. Things that are practical and that they wouldn’t mind getting dirty 😉😉 They have a daddy / mommy vibe to them. They look like they’ve been through a lot and they can’t be bothered. Like you can’t fool them. They look mature. We got some DILFs and MILFs here lmao If they’re a man they got the full beard and grey hair sticking out here and there, if they’re a woman they got the long lucious hair and flowy sundresses that enhances their beautiful clivage. I’m specifically picturing for women their beautiful fuppa born from the birthing of beautiful children. This person is very sensual. And their sensuality comes from years of experience and knowledge, of working on themselves and providing for their family. They look very trustworthy and clean. Very healthy. Those are the type of people that are active on a daily basis, either because of their job or because they indulge in a lot of outdoor activities. They could like running or gardening. We also have artists here. Painters, musicians, sculptors, writers even. They kind of have an other worldly appearance. Like a Greek god/goddess that would have decided to walk among the mortals.

Their personality - knight of cups, queen of cups, Hierophant, page of swords, king of swords, page of pentacles, Love, The Sage

This person is very sweet. They are understanding, kind, patient. They love everyone. They are very contemplative. They like to make their own mind when doing something for the first time or meeting new people. They aren't the kind to gossip or take gossip seriously. They value traditions and respect more than anything else. They were educated quite strictly but it has done this person good. If they're a man, they were taught how to treat women fairly and consider them as their equal. If they're a woman, they were taught to support and uplift other women. They have a lot of knowledge and like to learn. They like to be challenged and mentally stimulated. They enjoy psychology, reading, writing. They know how to set boundaries and be ruthless in certain situations but they're also empathetic, able to compromise and find solutions that are beneficial to everyone. They feel very feminine. They take after the feminine figures in their life, especially their mother. They are nurturing and protective. They like to value others but also inspire and be inspired. They aren't afraid of being vulnerable, of making mistakes or stepping into the unknown. They have a lot of love to give. They are very romantic, even idealistic and naive at times. This person coul be a teacher or a healer of some kind. They were taught never to judge nor to belittle, never to think of themselves as superior to anyone, never to deny anyone of their love, respect or help. They gladly share what they have, help people out, show the way when needed. They are a chosen leader. They don't aspire to be one but people end up following them because of their sincere and pure nature. They have a lot of charisma and natural charm that doesn't feel forceful. They're in tune with their emotions and understand others' well. I'm getting that for some of you, this person enjoys poetry and/or romance novels.

Extra info - S E L I M A T A I I T U I R A

Words I picked up on : Selim, Selima, Rituals, trials, meat, Islam, rate, mates, teams, salute, émirats (French for emirates), emails, Italie (Italy), sutra, tiramisu, restau ( short for restaurant in French), amitié (French for friendship), Mauri (people from Mauritania), militaire (French for military), Mistral, Australia, Lisa, Asia, Israel, serial, laser, taser, Semirat, Rasul (Arabic for Prophet/messenger), Sami, Sam, Salima, Salim, Salem, Salam, Ismail, Smail, Islem, Tiamat, Tiamut, Mali

Group 3 👑♥️

Their looks - queen of pentacles, 6 of swords, 10 of wands, ace of pentacles, Death, The Lovers, Get Curious, The Sovereign

They look athletic and agile, a bit like a monkey. I thought of pirates for this group. I'm kinda picturing Monkey D. Luffy. This person could be a One Piece fan. They may have some similarities with this character. For those of you that don't know who this is, here's a GIF of the character to kinda get an idea (it's the guy in red).

Their limbs could be super stretchy lmao They just appear very trustworthy but also a bit reckless. But more than that, they look like they've been through a lot of stuff. Despite that, they're still pretty optimistic and want to believe in humanity. Just like the character, I guess. They look like the world's weight relies on their shoulders. They could have dark hair and eyes. They also look really young and unique. Their style can be a bit surprising. Like maybe they wear stuff that's not considered typical for people like them. They like rather flowy clothes that make them feel at ease. They also like contrast. They experiment a lot with their clothing style. So they can switch from one extreme to the other depending on their mood. It's like everything suits them. There's always something regal about them. They have a long neck or the way they stand and carry themselves makes them look like they come from a noble family. They always walk or talk slowly, they have an intense gaze. Key features of this person could be arms and eyes. They have this mischievous glint in their eyes, one that says "life is fun and if you don't think like that then I'm gonna make sure you do when you're with me". Honestly they're mostly a goofball and people might not take them very seriously based on their looks.

Their personality - 4 of pentacles, king of pentacles, Death, 2 of swords, Wheel of fortune, King of cups, The Pillar, Compassion

This person is deep. What they show is nothing compared to who they are. They are so mature and wise people would be shocked once they know them. They hide a lot of their scars, their doubts, their wealth and abundance. They don't trust people easily. They have to make sure you're worthy first. But once they trust you they give you their all. They have a happy go lucky personality with the people they trust the most. But they are ruthless with the ones they don't like. They have a strong moral compass and support their loved ones whole heartedly. This really matches Luffy's energy. If they feel like someone was unfairly treated, they would do anything in their power to get retribution for them. They may have a savior complex. They think rationally and take everything seriously, even the little things. They are dedicated to their work and their loved ones. They are an example for people around them. They like to take under their wing people that have been hurt, left behind or misjudged because they know what it feels like to be rejected or misunderstood. Their mind can get a bit negative sometimes. They tend to be harsh on themselves but extremely kind toward others.

Extra info - M U R R A K E A A Z E Y O N B

Words I picked up on : bronze, key, year, Amazon, bear, aroma, Kobe, Azurro, Manabu, bee, Roza, Zakary, Zakarya, Ryuk, Ruben, Roy, Akon, Marzo(March), May, Bron, Ryan, Marny, Zayn, karma, Roma, mabrouk (Arabic for blessed/lucky/prosperous), amaze, amen (either the Latin expression to end prayers), aman (Kabyle for water), Mary, Mauro, Amano, Arman, Armen, Korea, Zara, armor, amore, Kenya, Keny, Mokran, Yen, Ben, zen, yakuza, Kurama, Yan

[ataliagold]

I Just Wanna Get To Know Ya

For @astrangersummer week 9 prompt 'different meeting au.' Title from Red Wine Supernova by Chappell Roan.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (pre-relationship)

Rating: T

W/C: 1281

Tags: Pre-Steddie, alternate meeting, modern au, no upside down, Steve's an indoor climbing instructor, it's love at first sight for Eddie, flirting, fluff, Eddie's horny af

Summary: Dustin convinces Eddie to drive them to the indoor climbing gym where his old babysitter works. Eddie's reluctant at first, but changes his tune when he lays eyes on the instructor...

___

It’s barely nine am when Eddie’s phone starts vibrating beside him, buzzing along his bedside table.

He groans, slaps at it, tries to shut it the fuck up because surely it was too early for his alarm to be going off?

Looking at the display, he blinks several times, trying to clear the fog of sleep from his brain.

It isn’t his alarm - it’s Dustin calling.

“What, Henderson?” Eddie snaps into the phone, flopping back against his pillow.

“Can you take us bouldering?” Dustin’s voice, loud and imploring, hits Eddie’s ear.

“Huh?”

“Bouldering,” Dustin repeats, slowly as though talking to an imbecile. “Can you drive us? This guy Steve, he was meant to take us, he used to baby sit me and he works there and he said we’d need to do the normal climbing wall first but then we could try bouldering but he had to go in early to cover a shift and he couldn’t pick us all up in time, so…”

Eddie takes a moment to process the info dump from Dustin.

“You…want me to drive you somewhere?” He finally catches up.

“Yes,” Dustin says, exasperated. “You’re not busy, right?”

“Well…”

“Eddie, it’s a Saturday morning, I know you’re not busy.”

And ok, a little rude, but…Dustin was right.

“Fine, whatever. Where am I taking you?”

“Bouldering. In Bloomington.”

“What the fuck is bouldering?”

“Like rock climbing. But this one’s inside, it’s like a climbing wall, Lucas has been before and he convinced us it might actually be fun and Steve said he could get us in for free.”

“You want to go…climbing? In this heat?”

“It’s inside,” Dustin repeats, “and there’s good AC.”

Eddie sighs. It’s too damn early for him to have the energy to argue with Dustin. “Whatever, but you little shits are giving me gas money.”

“Thanks Eddie! See you in…twenty minutes?”

Dustin ends the call, and Eddie scrambles out of bed, cursing, barely with enough time to brush his teeth.

*****

Thank fuck he brushed his teeth, was Eddie’s first thought upon walking inside the climbing gym.

Because the kids are waving at a guy standing by one of the walls, Dustin calling “Steve!” and when he turns around and grins and gives a goofy little waggle of his fingers in greeting Eddie’s brain short-circuits.

Steve is fucking stunning, and Eddie can think of little else but getting his mouth on any part of him.

Steve is tall, he’s wearing a white tank top with those low holes that dip down and expose tanned skin over a lean torso. His hair is artfully mussed in several directions, all soft and golden and perfect for Eddie’s fingers, he thinks. He’s got a beautiful smile and enormous hands and don’t even get Eddie started on the harness clinging sinfully to his thighs and ass.

Eddie swallows before he can literally dribble.

“Hey guys, glad you could make it! Sorry about that,” Steve was saying to the kids. “Here, let me show you how to get your harnesses on, I’ll get you guys to start on the normal wall first and then we can look at moving you on to bouldering...”

Eddie forces his feet to move. Steps closer to this fucking god of a man, brings himself into his orbit and tries to kick-start his vocal chords again.

Steve looks up. Smiles wide at Eddie, eyes twinkling and Eddie thought that was something that only happened in books but this guy’s deep brown eyes are actually shining and Eddie doesn’t think any of this is very fair.

“Hey man, I’m Steve.” He sticks his hand out, and Eddie’s eyes lock on the veins in his wrist and the sheer girth of the man’s fingers, and he feels his brain stumble again. “You gave these little shrimps a ride? Appreciate it, sorry if it messed up your plans or anything.”

“No,” Eddie squeaks, writhing internally. “No plans, nope. S’fine. I’m, ah, I’m Eddie.”

Steve’s hand is still awkwardly outstretched. Eddie takes it, squeezes maybe a little too firmly and god his hand is big and warm and there’s callouses on his fingers and Eddie is fucked.

After a moment, Steve takes his hand back. Brushes it against the back of his neck, right where Eddie sort of wanted to sink his teeth in.

Get your shit together, his brain hisses.

“You, ah…you want to climb, too?” Steve asks, gesturing to the wall.

Eddie glances up, takes in the sheer height of the thing, the multi-coloured grips, watches as some kid near the top slips off and is yanked upwards by his harness. On the other side of the room, someone is scaling a wall without a damn harness, the floor beneath them soft and padded but Eddie really wasn’t sure about that…

“Eddie doesn’t do physical activity,” Mike pipes up, waiting while Lucas helps him with his harness. “He complained the whole way here, he didn’t even know what bouldering was.”

Eddie could murder the kid.

Steve smiles, a little sheepish. “That’s ok. You can watch, if you’d prefer.”

“I want to try,” Eddie blurts.

Steve’s face lights up again. “You do? Cool, let me just…yeah this one’ll do, c’mere, I’ll help you.” Steve selects a harness, briefly adjusting the straps, and then he fucking kneels down in front of Eddie.

Eddie’s heart slams in his chest. He’s only a man, a very gay man, and Steve’s crouched down there and looking up at him with liquid-honey eyes through heavy lashes and what the fuck is he supposed to do?

“Um…I need you to step into these loops,” Steve prompts, wiggling the harness a little.

Eddie breathes out. Sees Dustin a short distance away rolling his eyes at him, catches Max smirking.

Those two were going to be banished to the back seat on the way home.

Eddie does as he’s told, but then Steve’s fingers are scraping against his thighs as he pulls the harness up, delving dangerously close to the current center of Eddie’s bloodflow and fuck if he gets any closer then Eddie’s probably going to get himself permanently banned from this place because there’s children around…

Steve stands up. Places his hands over the loose straps at Eddie’s hips, yanks them tight, Eddie stumbling a little bit as he does.

Instinctively, he reaches out, grasping at Steve’s waist with one hand to steady himself and oh god that was nice – he’s firm and warm and solid under Eddie’s grip, and Eddie finds his hand lingering, thinks about how nice it would be to trace his fingers across soft skin rather than white cotton…

Steve looks down at him, throat clicking as he swallows, lips slightly parted. Is he…blushing? Just a little, Eddie thinks, Steve’s blushing with Eddie’s hand on him…

“Just gotta…tighten this last one up,” Steve breathes, and reaches around behind Eddie to tug on a buckle resting above his ass.

Eddie never thought he’d find heaven in a gym, but he thinks maybe he’s died and gone there.

“Ok, you’re all ready,” Steve says, stepping back a little, Eddie’s hand slipping mournfully from him.

Eddie’s tongue darts out over his bottom lip, wetting it.

Finally, he finds his voice.

“Maybe you could…give me a little demonstration first?” Eddie asks with a small smirk. “The wall is really high, and I just wanna see how it’s done.”

Steve bites his lip, returns Eddie’s smirk, leans in a little to say, “Sure thing, Eds.”

Steve’s halfway up the wall, Eddie’s eyes glued to his ass, when Dustin leans over and stage-whispers, “You happy you came along now?”

“Henderson,” Eddie says appreciatively, “this might be the best Saturday morning I’ve ever had.”

___

[soap-ify]

nsfw below , MDNI

just thinking about how johnny catches you listening to one of those porn audios.

cw fem!reader, HORRIBLE ATTEMPT AT SCOTTISH ACCENT, filming a nsfw audio, ass smacking (he LOVES ass), pussy easing, p in v, just pure filth — 1.4k words.

johnny saw you on the couch inside the small, cozy apartment you both lived in, your cheeks warm due to blood rushing to them while your fingers mindlessly fiddled with the hem of your shorts, eyes darted elsewhere — purely lost in your thoughts. your earphones were nicely snug in your ear, your breathing a bit heavy and quick while your phone was placed upside down on your lap, causing him to get very curious. just what could be riling you up so much?

he sneakily got behind you, leaning in a bit closer. that's when he heard some muffled sounds coming from your earphones — familiar noises of moans and skin slapping against one another. his brows knitted in amusement, a wolfish grin plastering on his lips as he stared at your side profile, unnoticed by you. dirty little minx, he thought to himself.

he swiftly removed your earphones from your ears, causing you to flinch in surprise and look at him, eyes widening up. "j...johnny?" you squeaked out in embarrassment, trying to squirm away though his rough hands had already caught your wrists, effortlessly pulling you onto his lap.

"didnae ken my lass liked to listen to that filthy stuff." he chuckled cheekily, his hands letting your wrists go and instead grabbing onto your waist, making you properly sit on his lap, chests pressed against one another.

you whined in protest, feeling too exposed due to your boyfriend catching your little secret. "i-i wasn't!" you blatantly lied, already regretting it once his hand came in contact with your plush ass, smacking it through the fabric of your shorts.

"shut it." he growled into your ear, lightly nipping on your earlobe, causing you to shiver on his lap. both of his hands began to fondle your soft ass, his face burying into the crook of your neck, warm breath fanning against your skin.

"say... wanna try makin' one of 'em with me?" he grinned.

-

that's how you found yourself inside your shared bedroom, clumsily balanced on your knees and hands, all bare and shivering due to the cool air from the air conditioner caressing your skin. johnny was behind you, knelt down on the bed while his rough hands held your hips in place, face buried in between your legs, mouth latched onto your puffy clit as he nibbled on it gently, earning soft whimpers from you.

he was recording it all. an audio recording app was turned on his phone, which was placed on the nightstand. the audio quality may turn out to be crappy in the end, but he didn't fucking care.

"all mine, eh?" he muffled against your cunt, fingernails digging into your plush skin while his tongue licked long stripes on your aching folds, sucking and slurping, making obscene noises as if he was a starving man eating his last meal. when you nodded shyly in agreement, he clicked his tongue and raised his right hand to gently smack your ass. "use yer words, lassie. want 'em all to hear ye moanin' like the needy wee thing ye are." he sneered.

"mmh—! yeah, all yours, johnny..." you managed to moan out, eyes all glossy with unshed tears due to how insanely filthy yet good it felt. after all, you would have never thought even in a million years that you would film one of those dirty audios. but here you are now.

he chuckled under his breath, continuing to work on your cunt — rolling your sensitive clit with his tongue and sucking on it gently while his nose was pressed against your entrance in this position, your legs trembling profusely, indicating your arriving orgasm.

"johnny—! so close, please..." you pathetically sobbed, your torso slumping down as you buried your face against the soft pillow, squelching sounds of your cunt being eaten out filling up the room.

johnny didn't stop, continuing to use his tongue on your puffy clit until you couldn't take it anymore, clenching around nothing as you came hard with a whiny moan, body convulsing in pleasure as your sweet cum dripped onto his tongue, causing him to groan in satisfaction, hungrily lapping it all up and tasting it. "fuck— so tasty, eh? ye love me eatin' ye out, right? love my tongue playin' with yer clit, shoving it in yer tight hole. fuckin' filthy." he chuckled softly as he pulled away from your cunt, chin wet with your juices, speaking so lewdly and words descriptive for the goddamn audio you both were filming.

you sniffled, ass still raised up while your chest rose and fell, hair sticking to your face as your head tilted back to look at him, seeing that shit-eating grin on his lips. "yes, johnny..." she babbled out, mind foggy from the pleasure.

"aw, look at ye. all mushy now." johnny cooed softly, pressing soft kisses on the back of your thighs, his stubble tickling your skin, causing a relaxed sigh to leave your lips. his hands would slowly tug down his sweatpants alongside his briefs, freeing his girthy cock that was already swollen with need, tip angrily flushed red and smeared with his precum.

"god... got my cock all hard. that's what ye do t'me, lassie..." he breathed out, shifting behind you so his cock was now aligned with your slick folds, his hands holding onto your waist. he would lean forward, nudging the tip of his cock with your entrance. earning a muffled noise from you.

"hush, easy..." he grunted, gently pushing the tip of his cock into your tightness, shuddering at the way your walls instantly clenched around him, trying to suck him in. "such a needy wee thing ye are, tryin' to suck my cock in with your tight cunt. been waitin' for this all day, huh? been imaginin' me fillin' ye up as ye listened to those audios of yers?" he licked his bottom lip, gently pushing his length around you. he was so fucking thick, shaft stretching your cunt nice and wide. once he was fully inside you, he let out a groan of pleasure, hand reaching out to gently caress the back of your head, royal blue eyes adoring the arch of your back.

you moaned sweetly once he began thrusting his cock in and out of your, tip slamming against your cervix without even trying. filthy slippery noises filled up the bedroom, air thickening up as his hips rutted against yours, your walls fluttering around him.

"johnny—! mmph..." your words soon turned into incomprehensible babbles, face nuzzled against the pillow while your drool dampened the fabric up, your hands clutching onto the sheets beneath you. felt so fucking good. each thrust made your eyes roll back, lips part open while he bullied his girthy cock into you, feeling it twitch inside your wetness.

"bloody hell... so close, lassie. want me to fill ye up?" he groaned, earning a quick nod from you. his grip tightened on your waist as he maintained the deep, sensual thrusts of his cock, one hand reaching in between your legs to fiddle with your aching clit. you were so close too to another orgasm, tongue slightly stuck out as loud whimpers left you.

soon your climax had hit you again, even more mind-numbing then before as you squeezed around his girth hard, a white ring forming around his shaft. he groaned in pleasure, that tight squeeze driving him to edge as waves of pleasure hit him like a truck, his balls tightening up before he released his thick ropes of cum inside your poor cunt, a shaky moan escaping his lips.

his thrusts slowed down but didn't stop yet, gently pushing the cum in and out of you, watching some of it drip down and stain the sheets. he will have to clean it later.

"fuckin' gorgeous... did so good f'me." he panted heavily, his fingers running through your hair as you tilted your head to look at him again, eyes all teary and lips wet from drool, cheeks flushed — looking all fucked.

he carefully slipped out of you, gently cupping your face in his hands as his lips met yours, kissing you with so much care. he grabbed his phone after that, grinning in victory as he stopped the recording. "gonna upload it later." he laughed teasingly, causing you to giggle sheepishly, trembling hands weakly swatting against his chest.

-

it was safe to say that the filthy audio you both had made had blown up on reddit, and it only encouraged johnny even further to make more of these with you.

[fangweaver2099]

𝐅 𝐀 𝐖 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐓 𝐇 - Prologue pt 1

MINORS DNI 18+ FIC

You’ve always liked the idea of having a dominant partner - BDSM was something you’ve read about, watched videos about.

Something you made Pinterest boards and aesthetic tumblr posts about when you were 18 and curious, the idea always sounded nice, but you’ve never done it in practice, not really. Sure you bought fuzzy handcuffs at a gag gift store once, but that didn’t really count.

You’re still a virgin.

You’ve always had that chronically awkward, workaholic type of vibe that made typical dating near impossible at worst and frustrating at best. Normal dating apps have proven fruitless and agitating. So poor curious little you talked yourself into making a fetlife account. You weren’t looking for true love, but at least you could get laid.

DM Request from: 10:13 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Hello, Fawn.”

College was for new experiences after all.

CW: BDSM heavy/centric fic. Safe, Sane & Consensual. Miguel is your professor, but you both don't know that. Age Gap (Y/N is 23, Miguel is mid 30's)

PART 2

DM Request from: 10:13 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Hello, Fawn.” 

You squint at the request - you can see his icon is his torso.

You knew you had to snoop - be careful. The classic teen girl not wanting to be abducted shit. His skin was tanned - pale palms and even skintone told you he wasn’t a white guy. NYC was a melting pot - so you weren’t about to think too hard about it. You scroll through his writings. Most were boring and formal. You debate reading over the ‘contract template’ he had posted but decide against it.

His pictures are, mostly, not entirely him. A few torso shots showing off dark hair and abs - or more casual showing off a normal looking body of a dude who clearly worked out. The others are a few different women in different states of undress smothered in bondage ropes, always a bright red. The one that intrigues you the most again has the face censored by a black bar, but she’s hung upside down against the wall, diamonds of rope on her thighs as she’s suspended before red rope that was weaved into a massive spider web. He was a fan of spiders - the user name made sense.

The photos were old, from 2016 at the newest. The photos of him were new - posted just 6 months ago.

His wall was what told a touch of his story. You scroll down dozens of posts, women and men acting friendly or asking to meet up again. You wonder if he used to be a community person, the anon nature of his account was new? Could you check on the wayback machine? 

You tab back into his chat.

“hey. are you really 6’9? ” - Fawnteeth - 10:19 PM

 10:19 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You think I’d lie about that?”  

“maybe. I know a lot of guys who lie about their height, I’m tall enough to tell.” - Fawnteeth - 10:20 PM

 10:20 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Smart to ask. Yes, I am really 6’9”. Is height a big seller for you?”  

“when you’re a tall woman, it is.” - Fawnteeth - 10:20 PM

 10:21 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “You want me to make you feel small. Noted.”

“what had you messaging me? you seem popular.” - Fawnteeth - 10:21 PM

 10:22 PM - WebRigger2099 - ��“I’ve been in the scene for a long time, made my way around. Your interests line up and you seem at least somewhat concerned about your own anonymity.”  

“here I thought you’d say you found me pretty.” - Fawnteeth - 10:22 PM

 10:22 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Shallow compliments hardly get us anywhere. Besides, that’s a given.”  

“well, thank you anyway. need to keep this and my personal life separate, like you I see.” - Fawnteeth - 10:23 PM

 10:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “ “We all have our secrets and reasons to keep them.”  

“serial killer sorta secrets?” - Fawnteeth - 10:24 PM

“I’m kidding.” - Fawnteeth - 10:24 PM

 10:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Would you believe me if I said no?”  

“I can try. it’s not like you’re a blank profile, web.” - Fawnteeth - 10:25 PM

 10:26 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Maybe you shouldn’t. Things like that are easy to fake. You’re clearly trying to keep a secret, which means if I met up with you no one would know where you went. Would be a good tactic if  I was preying on little girls.”

You stare at his message for a moment, forcing in a quick breath you sit up as your bed creaks. Okay, time to take things a bit more seriously.

“Good thing I’m not a little girl. I do appreciate the concern, it’s attractive.” - Fawnteeth - 10:27 PM

 10:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Lot’s of untrustworthy people on sites like this. Ones that will lull you into a sense of security.”  

“Trust me, I’m well aware. You think I should be afraid of you?” - Fawnteeth - 10:27 PM

 10:28 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Yes. You can’t trust me right away.”

“Well, I like the honesty. I don’t think I have any plans to meet up with anyone soon - not even you.” - Fawnteeth - 10:30 PM

 10:30 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Of course you don’t. You’re new at this.”

“Did I really give it away that quickly?” - Fawnteeth - 10:31 PM

 10:31 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Yes.”

You stare at the screen for a long moment, eyes wide. How the hell do you reply to that? Is he ending the conversation? Did you already fuck things up? At this point, most men would be falling over themselves to impress you, not making you feel intimidated . You feel your core throb as you click back to his profile, scrolling over dozens of comments on his wall from years ago - the fact is, his profile spans back years. Longer. He’s experienced, and… he isn’t wrong, either. 

“Is that a problem? I hope it isn’t. You’re the first dude who hasn’t asked me for nudes yet.” - Fawnteeth - 10:32 PM

 10:34 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “No. You should be more careful though, me explaining that and this is something you should be suspicious of. Wanting to ‘protect’ you because you’re young and need to be taught the ropes, so to speak.”  

“Got it, Sir.” - Fawnteeth - 10:34 PM

“Wait, can I call you that?” - Fawnteeth - 10:34 PM

You cringe, placing the laptop on the bed for a moment. Shit - you’ve already messed up.

 10:35 PM - WebRigger2099 -   “That’s acceptable. If you ever call me ‘Daddy’ however I will block you.”  

 10:35 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “That’s not a joke.” 

You open your eyes, glancing over at the chat and his two messages. Raising a brow, you lean in, shifting the laptop back into your lap. 

“Understood. Not my thing.” - Fawnteeth - 10:35 PM

 10:36 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “What is your thing, Fawn?”

“Well… I like giving up control… Feeling like prey. I’ve always loved deer, something about being so fiercely defenseless as a fawn in a wolf’s maw is thrilling.” - Fawnteeth - 10:37 PM

 10:37 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “No wonder you brushed over the red flags.”

“Maybe.The whole giving up control is why most submissives are here, aren’t they?” - Fawnteeth  - 10:38 PM

 10:40 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “The illusion of giving up control. Any good dominant knows the submissive is the one with the power. Safe words, limits, contracts - it all relies on knowing they can end things whenever they want to explore it safely.”  

“Of course.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:40 PM

 10:40 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Of course? So you have those things ready for me?”  

“ Safe words and how I prefer them - yes. Limits, I think so. Contract - no. ” - Fawnteeth  - 10:40 PM

 10:42PM - WebRigger2099 -   “I need one for slow down/ease up and one for an immediate stop. I also need a physical sign if you are unable to say your safe words. Please list them.”  

 10:43 PM - WebRigger2099 -   “Send me 4 lists: Favorites, Yes, Maybe, and No not ever. Include everything you can think of. If you do not include something that I am interested in I will ask about it and we will consider it a maybe until you’ve had time to consider it and possibly research.”

 10:43 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “You will not need a premade contract. I have a basic format we can edit to our needs. If it goes that far.”  

“Is the green, yellow, red method good with you?” - Fawnteeth  - 10:44 PM

 10:44 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Yes.”

“That’s good.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:44 PM

“...And I'll get you the other things - do you have any hard nos I should know of?” - Fawnteeth  - 10:44 PM

10:45 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Send me yours and we’ll go from there.”  

“Okay.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:45 PM

You take your time in a Google document, carefully considering your late-night Archive Of Our Own feed. Anxiety tells you to rush, but you get the energy that Web isn’t the kind of guy who wants you to rush.

“ Will you click links? Google Docs. ” - Fawnteeth  - 10:55 PM

 10:55 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “ I applaud you if you somehow hack me from a google docs link. I have a very good firewall as a warning. ” 

You couldn’t help but grin at his reply - you’re charmed by him. Oh no.

“I’d figure as much. Here.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:57 PM

“ [Google Docs Link] “ - Fawnteeth  - 10:57 PM

 10:57 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “I’ll ask specifics soon but I want to be clear about this - I want something in person, but that is not on the table until the end of the summer. I have obligations. If that is a problem I don’t want to waste your time.” 

“That’s fine. I know we’re both in NYC. I’m kinda glad as I don’t think I’m ready to meet up soon anyway.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:57 PM

 10:58 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Gives us time to get to know each other and learn expectations.

“Then it sounds like we’re on the same page.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:58 PM

 10:58 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Good. Due to this being a distance-based arrangement for the time being I cannot touch you myself; Have you heard of a lovense?”

“I have. Aren’t those expensive?”   - Fawnteeth  - 10:58 PM

 10:58 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Money isn’t a concern for me, and anything I get you is a gift. The only expectation is to use whatever I provide. Acceptable?”

“Yes. I don’t take pictures or videos with my face in them.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:58 PM

 10:58 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I noticed.”

 10:58 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Neither do I. That isn’t a problem.” 

“Glad to hear that.” -   Fawnteeth  - 10:59 PM

“...So…”   - Fawnteeth  - 10:59 PM

 10:59 PM - WebRigger2099 -   “Your list says nothing about exhibitionism. If I were to tell you to wear your lovense during the day would that be acceptable?”

For a moment you stare at his message. Now that you’re not under your father’s roof, you have free reign to do whatever, and it’s honestly not like your roommates haven’t done weirder, less appropriate shit in far more public spaces. 

“That’s fine as long as I’m not visiting family. I live somewhere else.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:59 PM

 10:59 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “ You say you like roleplay. Are there specific scenarios you’re interested in?”

“Do you know what dead by daylight is?” -  Fawnteeth  - 10:59 PM

 11:00 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “I can’t say I do.”

“...Well. I wasn’t joking about the idea of enjoying being hunted. I guess. Kinda embarrassing to admit to a stranger.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:00 PM

 11:00 PM - WebRigger2099 -   “Does that embarrassment excite you, Fawn?”

“Maybe.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:00 PM

 11:00 PM - WebRigger2099 -   “I expect yes or no answers. If you’re not sure say so.”

“Yes, then.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:00 PM

 11:00 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Good girl. What do you want me to do when I catch you?”

There’s no hesitation, no doubt in the message. What do you want when I catch you. Not would you want, not if I caught you. When. You can’t help but squirm. For a moment, you consider pacing your tiny, cluttered bedroom.

“Is whatever you want the wrong answer?”   - Fawnteeth  - 11:01 PM

“I might be new, but I think I’m kinda open. I want to please, I suppose.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:01 PM

 11:01 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “ Not at all a wrong answer.”

 11:02 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Have you ever been spanked before? You said it was a favorite.”

“Yes.” - Fawnteeth - 11:02 PM

You bite your lip - it technically isn’t a lie. You have been spanked - just… not sexually. It’s fine .

 11:02 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Would you be willing to use a paddle, crop or belt in my absence if I believe you need punishment?”

“I’m not sure. I have a very high pain tolerance, but I don’t live alone, sound is a concern.”   - Fawnteeth - 11:02 PM

 11:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Not a problem. Making a small list for a care package if you show me potential is all.” 

“Well, what can I do to impress you, Sir?”  - Fawnteeth  - 11:03 PM

“I don’t mind homework, for lack of a better word.”   - Fawnteeth  - 11:03 PM

 11:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Eager, aren’t you? I’m not done.”

 11:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Dirty talking. What are your limits, and do you have a specific pet name you want me to use?”

“I like Fawn, obviously. Affectionate things, I think it’s better figuring it out organically. Feels more genuine.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:04 PM

 11:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “And no humiliation.”

 11:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “ Understood.”

 11:04 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “I have rules. It’s better that I tell you about them early. They’ve scared most people off.”

“ Well. I won’t pass judgment immediately.” - Fawnteeth - 11:05 PM

“I don’t cut my hair.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:05 PM

 11:05 PM - WebRigger2099 -   “I would be disappointed if you did. Speaking of, I only allow my submissive to trim their pubic hair for one, no shaving it.” 

“That’s fine with me. I haven’t shaved anything in a while.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:05 PM

 11:06 PM - WebRigger2099 - “ If you are going to be unavailable for more than a few hours I expect an explanation so I know you are safe. I don’t allow my partners to go to clubs or bars without me either. If this becomes serious I expect you to download a location tracking app so I know where you are at all times.”

“Okay. That’s fine. I don’t go out much.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:06 PM

 11:06 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “I am not polyamorous. If you want to be mine you are only mine, and I will hold myself to the same standard.”

“That’s fine with me. I have been talking to someone else, but about as much as you at this point. Honesty and all that stuff.”   - Fawnteeth  - 11:06 PM

 11:06 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I don’t let things I own go into disrepair; You will take care of yourself and report what you don’t complete. Punishments will be given if you do not complete these tasks.”

 11:07 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “The basic daily requirements are the following: Three meals a day, showering every day, an hour of exercise and a consistent bedtime during weekdays.”

“Okay. Did this really scare people off?” - Fawnteeth  - 11:07 PM

 11:07 PM - WebRigger2099 - “People have called me controlling. It sounds like you want to surrender your control though.” 

“Not wrong.” - Fawnteeth   - 11:07 PM

 11:07 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “ You’re not hard to read.”

“I’ll try and take it as a compliment.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:07 PM

 11:07 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Deception and confusion are a waste of time. Own it.”  

“I’ll try my best. I’m used to being considered odd.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:08 PM

 11:08 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Are you?”

“I’m on fetlife. So, yes.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:08 PM

 11:08 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I suppose.”

 11:08 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “ We already established you’re new to this. Will I be your first dominant?”

“Yes. Not my first partner.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:08 PM

 11:09 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “ Were they not interested in this?”

“I never brought it up to them. I don’t really want romance right now.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:09 PM

 11:09 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “And if you fall for me?”

“I’d rather talk about it then, I suppose. I don’t get the vibe from you that you’re looking for romance, just a pet.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:09 PM

 11:09 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Good, and no, not right now.”

“But you think I’ll fall in love with you?” - Fawnteeth  - 11:09 PM

 11:10 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You’re young and inexperienced. Maybe you will, maybe you won’t.” 

 11:10 PM - WebRigger2099 - “ My last important rule - no drugs, limited alcohol. If you drink you must have friends with you that are reliable or myself. Drinking and doing drugs is just asking to put yourself in a vulnerable situation. It’s a precaution some have complained about.” 

With how much he spoke of other people not liking his rules it was almost like he was trying to talk you out of it.

“That’s fine. I celebrated my 21st by watching movies.”   - Fawnteeth  - 11:10 PM

 11:10 PM - WebRigger2099 - “What movies?”  

“Midsommar, it’s my favorite. Silence of the lambs too. Roomies insisted on watching Barbie after that. lol ” - Fawnteeth  - 11:10 PM

 11:10 PM - WebRigger2099 - “ You like horror.”

“Yes. I thought the ghostface poster in my 3rd photo gave it away.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:11 PM

 11:11 PM - WebRigger2099 - “And you’d like him or some other violent thing to chase you down and do whatever they wanted with you instead of killing you.”

 11:11 PM - WebRigger2099 - “It must make watching movies with a group tense if that’s what is going through your mind.” 

“I won’t say it doesn’t.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:11 PM

 11:11 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Let me guess: some part of you likes the discomfort?” 

“Honestly. I haven’t thought about it. Probably.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:11 PM

 11:11 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I think you’d like to walk around with a lovense in you, never knowing when I might turn it on or increase the settings. You enjoy suspense.”

“ It’s appealing, yeah.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:12 PM

You sit back on your bed, propping up the laptop with your pillows. Why did you love that this guy was reading you like an open book? You take in a deep breath, remember - play it cool.

 11:12 PM - WebRigger2099 - “What do you want out of all of this?” 

“My first thought is sex - but also to learn myself a bit more, I guess. Explore something with a partner I can trust… Please someone, feel better about myself. Like I said - I’m a tall woman, it doesn’t exactly make you feel pretty.”  - Fawnteeth  - 11:12 PM

 11:12 PM - WebRigger2099 - "Okay, sounds good."  

You bite your lip, reading over the message on your dimly lit phone screen over and over again. Curling up tighter into the cotton blanket on your bed, you exhale, the cheap mattress creaking underneath you. You flinch, eyes flickering towards the shut door of your bedroom. Your heart flutters in your chest for a few moments until silence rings in your ears. 

You haven’t woken up any of your roommates.Thank god. 

Sighing, you turn your attention back to your phone, looking over the message again.

 11:12 PM - WebRigger2099 - "Okay, sounds good." 

Usually men are more expressive in their text speech when it comes to you - to the extent that some even make you uncomfortable. But WebRigger2099… is very much not . You’ve dubbed him 'Web' in your head, easy enough with his username. 

Web is formal, speaks with proper punctuation and never a single spelling mistake or emote. He’s direct, not flowery or soft in any way. But… you kind of like that. Direct is easy. There’s no guessing games with instructions and meanings laid out plainly.

 11:12 PM - WebRigger2099 -“ You are very pretty, by the way. ” 

You blush.

[nek0mabokk]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𐙚 pairing: bokuto koutaro x chubby fem!reader

𐙚 genre: Drabble fluff

𐙚 summary: koutaro sneaking into y/n's room through your window. 

The day started terrible.

You were so late. You didn't hear your alarm, oversleeping for too much, as much that your first lesson already started when you stepped into the classroom. You forgot your homework, and of course your lunch because when you were leaving you messed up the boxes, taking your brother's LEGOs set that you usually carry to school. The stupid paper is the same, wrapped around in the same exact way, you could give the fault to your mother to put them so close to each other but - the fault it's mostly yours because you were looking at what you were doing. As usual.

Damn it the day that you decided to be the manager of the Nekoma, and don't get me wrong - you love them. You love every single member of the team because it makes you feel accepted in every way that you wanted to, when you quitted your own team due a bad injury they were the first one to help you through it. But in days like this, when everything gets wrong, you know that is not gonna be easy at all.

You know exactly in the moment that Lev misses his ball and it gets straight into your face, making a big red scar above your forehead. Made everyone laugh, but you were just trying to keep the tears in, you just had a really rough day.

And in days like this you wish that Koutaro was closer to you, closer to your house, closer to your school. You started to feel something for that guy a couple months before, during a friendly game between the Nekoma and the Fukurodani. He was so beautiful in your eyes.

You could admire him all day long, helping him with your set, letting him serve as long as you can see him doing what he loves. That's how you started to love him. To love Koutaro.

Entering in your room you release a huge sigh, your legs and arms are sore, your mind is blurry and you really want just to cry off the hard day, but the homework in your desk are calling you. You let your body lay on the bed, facing the mattress and closing your eyes, you are so close to fall asleep when suddenly your phone is buzzing.

✩ koutaro [ 18:03pm ] : hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

You chuckle at his text, feeling his excitement and happiness through the phone, deciding to answer him pretty quick, you could use some koutaro's energy for cheering you up.

y/n [ 18:04pm ] : hey kou, how are ya? :)

✩ koutaro [ 18:04pm ] : good! I won today at the friendly match with a team that we never met before! I wish you could be there to see me :(((( what about you?

y/n [ 18:05pm ] : sad, bad day.

He didn't answer for ten minutes, you started to feel bad, maybe you needed to answer in a different way - or you just wished he answered you with some comfort words. But you know he's not the one that can do that, he's always been the opposite. Actions over Words.

You start to feel your stomach upside down and you decide to focus on your homework, as you get settle in your desk something - or someone - knocks on your window. You look over and you can see someone with the hood on, knocking at the window again, you paralyzed. You're so close to screaming when he moves the hood away from his head and two yellow eyes are on you.

Koutaro is knocking at your window, he came. You quickly walk over him and you open the window with a clumsy gesture that makes the guy laugh, he steps him and he's breathing heavily. Your eyes gets full of tears, "what are you doin here?"

"you said you had a bad day," his smile makes all of your worries disappear, you sniff lightly as you nod moving your arms around his torso. "thank you for coming."

He is surprised but he doesn't talk back, he just moves his arms around your shoulders pushing you enough to disappear in his tonic arms. "I'm always here angel," his hand moves on top of your head, holding you tight.

That's what you needed, someone that doesn't speak sweet words like strawberries, but someone that act in the best way to support you and always be there for you; exactly what Koutaro is.

[helios-writings]

Heaven

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Reader

wc: 1.1k

Warnings: MW3 SPOILERS!! mentions of violent injuries, hospitals, fix it fic.

You get a call from Captain Price that turns your world upside down.

You get the call from Price during what you would’ve called a perfect day. It was bright, the weather wasn’t too cold, and you got to spend it wrapped in blankets, wishing Johnny was there with you.

Until the world fell apart around you with one phone call.

“Johnny’s been shot.” Price tells you, he sounds tired. Exhausted, even.

Your heart hits your feet and the gasp you let out isn’t anything short of violent. “Is he-“ you choke on the word.

“He’s alive, but he was in a bad way when he got here.”

The relief hits you like a truck, and you collapse against the wall. “Thank god.” You know you’re crying, but you can’t help it. You’ve received the worst and best news in your life at the same time.

“He’s at a hospital in London. Gaz will meet you at the airport, take you there. When Soap wakes up, he’d like to see you first.”

The minute the phone call ends you scramble off of the floor and pack a bag. You don’t look at the clothes you throw in there or whether or not they’re your clothes or Johnny’s, but within minutes you're packed and a flight is booked to London. All you can think about is him.

***

True to his Captain’s word, Gaz is waiting for you and you pull him into the biggest hug you can muster without immediately dissolving into tears.

He rubs your back. “It’ll be okay, love. He’s alright.”

“Have you seen him?”

Gaz nods as he leads you to the car. “We’ve been taking turns staying with him, but he’s alright.”

The drive is mostly quiet, neither of you really in the mood to joke or talk, but strangely enough you’re thinking about the time you were in the hospital instead.

You’d broken your ankle, you couldn’t remember exactly how, just that your neighbor had been kind enough to drive you to the hospital. Johnny had shown up to the waiting room about thirty minutes after, blue eyes impossibly sorrowful and apologizing profusely. For a man so used to violence, you’d never seen him more scared than that day, but he held your hand through it all.

You’d kissed the side of his head then, laughing at him, called him silly. Now though, it was your turn to hold his hand. You were never anyone brave, you weren’t like Johnny, but you had to try to be, didn’t you?

Before you know it, the car is parked and the two of you head into the building. You’d never liked hospitals, the workers were fine but the atmosphere was something you never got used to. This was the worst it had ever been for Johnny though. Gunshot wounds to the torso as well as the head, that's what Price had told you, all he could tell you.

“It’s…not a pretty sight in there.” Gaz tells you.

“Never is.”

He nods in understanding. “Just trying to prepare you.”

“I appreciate it, Gaz.”

When you get to his room, it’s Ghost that's sitting there, watching carefully over your boyfriend until he sees you, and then stands to pull you into a hug. He’s not one for physical contact, but he’s always been good at telling when someone needs it. It’s this hug that lets you dissolve into tears while he pats you awkwardly on the shoulder.

Ghost wasn’t a member of the 141 you were particularly close to, but you know Johnny is, you know he considers the taller man his best friend and Ghost does too, even if he won’t admit it outloud.

“We’ll leave you alone with him for a bit.” Gaz tells you and it’s after they leave that you finally lay your eyes on him.

Price was right, he is in a bad way. Bandages around his head, wires connected to him, bandages on his shoulder. He was pale, too, which seemed to make him look all the more dead, even if he wasn’t.

You sat gingerly on the chair next to him, took his hand and sighed.

“Johnny, when you wake up I’m going to strangle you for making me cry so much.” You joke, even if it feels heavy on your tongue. He likes it when you try to make him laugh. Really, the only thing you’re going to strangle him in is a hug.

You don’t know how long you sit there, but you do know you fall asleep holding his hand.

***

When the bed stirring wakes you up, you groan. Then your eyes shoot open.

“Johnny?”

“Fuck. Was tryin’ to let you sleep a little.” He groans out, grinning at you.

“Me?! You’re the one that got shot!”

“You looked so peaceful, you know I hate waking you up, sweetheart.”

You could cry, really. You were thinking about it. “I thought you were going to die.”

He rolls his eyes. “Nah, can’t leave you behind, can I?”

“You’d better not, MacTavish, I’d find a way to bring you back just to kill you myself.”

Johnny laughs, bright and loud. “I know you would. Scarier than death, you.”

“Let me call Price, he’ll want to know how your-“

“Not yet. Let's just sit here a while, yeah?”

“Whatever you want, Johnny, I mean it.”

“Well, it’s indecent to do what I want in a hospital.” He jokes dryly.

You slap his thigh lightly but roll your eyes in amusement. “I’m glad you’re thinking about the real important stuff.”

Johnny laughs lightly and takes your hand in his. “What I want most right now, is to be home with you.”

“Soon, yeah? And I’ll dote on you, make you breakfast in bed and even watch all of your terrible action films a billion times over. And then at night, I’ll curl up with you in our bed and fall asleep in your arms.”

“Sounds like heaven.”

“Every day is with you.”

He grins. “Look at you, you’re making me blush. When did’ya get to be so smooth?”

You leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Learned from the best, is all.”

“Hope you’re talking about me.”

You roll your eyes again. “No, I mean Ghost.”

“I knew that bastard was trying to steal ya from me.”

“As if. Get some more rest, Johnny. I’ll be here.”

He yawns. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

There’s still a lot to discuss, plans for the future to be made, but right now, you just want to hold his hand.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

why do i feel like a lee!felix and ler!know would be so cute rn

𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 740

𝙖/𝙣: ouuu i was literally dreaming about being tickled in this position 🫠

𝙩/𝙬: mentions of small injuries, rough tickling

𝒍𝒆𝒆: felix

𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

Felix whined out loud and shoved at Minho’s fingers. The older wouldn’t stop running his fingers along his foot while incidentally massaging his knee. 

A single accident with him falling down the stairs was enough to put him out for the count for dance practice, Minho offering to try and massage it out not long after the practice ended. 

Lixie squealed again when nails met his foot again. “Hyung!! Plehease!!” 

Minho rolled his eyes, but did indeed let up, at least for the moment. 

He pressed at Felix’s knee, not expecting the loud crack that echoed throughout the room, along with Lixie’s mild whimper. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry, Lix. Did that hurt?” 

Felix shook his head. “It just surprised me. Hey, the pain is gone!” He stretched out his leg. 

Overjoyed, Felix wiggled around on the bed, feeling his back ache a little. So he did what any reasonable person would do. 

Lixie bent over the edge of the bed and placed his hands on the floor, in some sort of twisted handstand. It stretched his back out perfectly, and Felix sighed in relief. 

However, he was confused when his shirt suddenly fell to his face. ‘I’m pretty sure I tucked it in…right?’ 

He suddenly felt a weight on his thighs, rendering him immobile. “Yah! Minho hyung, get off!” Lixie whined, not having the strength to use his abs to pull himself back up. 

“Why though? You’re so vulnerable in this position, it’s like you’re asking for it.” Min laughed, and Felix could feel his face practically burning as he tried his hardest to move. 

Lixie squealed when he felt a finger trace up his abs; realizing the stretched out position of his belly only made his stomach flutter with more anticipatory butterflies. 

“Hyuhung! Plehease dohon’t! I can’t move!” Felix pleaded, something about being completely vulnerable under the older’s fingers made him shiver and blush. 

“But…that’s the point.” Was the only thing Felix could hear before he felt two hands scribbling up and down his exposed torso, over his sides, across the expanse of his belly…anywhere, really. 

“HYUHUHUNG!! STAHAHAHAHAA—!!“ Felix cackled, shaking his head as the torturous sensation only continued. 

“STAHAHAHAP!! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES TOO MUHUHUHUCH!!” Felix pleaded, his arms trembling slightly and his feet kicking out behind Minho. 

“You’re so cute, laughing like this~” Minho teased, slipping his fingers further down Lixie’s shirt to scribble over his ribs, throwing the sunshine into a new round of hysterics. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! AGHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Felix swore he had never felt more ticklish in his life, the torturous scribbling combined with his inability to make any effort to escape only heightened the sensation. 

He kicked his foot at Minho’s back as hard as he could, cackling hysterically as tears dropped into his fluffy hair from the upside down position. 

“…Oh? What’s this?” 

Felix screamed when he felt nails tickling along the arch of his foot, and he shook his head as hard as he could to ward some ticklish energy off of him. It didn’t work. 

He shivered as Minho peeled his socks off slowly, and he began to plead for mercy. “Hyung!! Nonono please!! I’m too ticklish there I really can’t take it!!“

“You’re gonna have to…” Minho shrugged, grabbing the top of Lix’s left foot and raking his nails up and down, skittering his fingers across the sole and arch. 

Felix absolutely howled with ticklish agony, uncontrollable laughter pouring from his lips. “NAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHO!!” 

He was unable to move or twist his foot away, trapped and forced to laugh until his face turned red and eyes grew teary. 

“ARGHH STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!!” He demanded, squealing with laughter as Minho switched to his other foot. 

Minho grinned with fondness at the screaming boy beneath him, and in a moment of pure evil, he attacked both feet while sitting on his ankles. “Let’s see what happens when I do this!”

What a menace. “STAHAHAHAP AGHHH IHIT TIHIHICKLES HYUHUHUNG PLEASE—PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!” Lixie huffed out witch-like cackles, squeezing his eyes shut to block out the pure sensitivity.

Felix started to feel slightly dizzy in his position, so Minho decided to pull the red-faced boy up.

“Oughh…ahahah…!” Lixie panted, shoving at Minho’s fingers with a squeal when they ducked near his sides. “AH!! Noho mohohore…!” 

“Okay, okay. I think you’re done.” Minho laughed, wiping the tears from the sunshine’s face and laying him down to snuggle with him. 

“Now how was that?” 

“Don’t. Touch. My feet. Ever again.” 

“No promises!~”

[enhaheeseung]

Sicko - lee. Heeseung

♡ Pairing: pervert heeseung x fem reader! ♡

Warnings!: smut, male masturbation, use of sex toys, eavesdropping. Proceed with caution, mdni!

Note: I think I went too far this time.

WC : 2,610

Masterlist

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Lee heeseung was an ordinary college student going through life as any other person would.

And a good person without a doubt, Anyone who met him had nothing but good things to say about him. His grades were above average, so were his looks, and in everyone's eyes, he was the definition of perfect.

He’s the type of guy you'd let date your daughter. So sweet, caring, and considerate, you'd think he was an angel cause he had absolutely zero flaws.

The true definition of a gentleman.

But though all the above was true word for word, he did have just one flaw.

A big one at that.

Thanks to you, he had one flaw or maybe multiple flaws but nevertheless, a flaw it was.

A flaw that would muddy up his perfect reputation and make people look at him differently.

It all started when you became his roommate the first day he laid his eyes on you. It turned his world upside down and his mind into a lust filled raging mess.

And the thing was, you did absolutely nothing to make him feel all the unholy things he felt when it came to you.

It was all him.

You didn't flirt with him. You didn't wear revealing clothes.

As a matter of fact, if he didn't know any better, he'd say you didn't even know he existed, but he definitely noticed your existence.

And he didn't just notice you. He watched you all the time.

He'd wake up early just so he could see you leave your room in your sleep shorts. He loved looking at your smooth sexy legs stride into the kitchen, and he lived to watch you reach the top cabinet for the cereal box (that he put there on purpose) just to get a small flash of your torso and lower back. The sight never failed to make his cock throb.

The whole while you ate breakfast, he watched you from the living room, slyly palming his hard-on through his pajamas.

He's never been so jealous of a spoon before. He hated that spoon with a passion.

That should be my cock in her mouth instead of that stupid spoon. He thought to himself.

And oddly enough, he was just as envious of the cereal he wished you'd slurp on his dick just like that.

And last but not least. He despised the milk he had a better white that you could swallow.

When you stood up, so did he. He took quick steps to the kitchen, pretending he was grabbing a bowl, but it was really just so he could walk past you.

Instead of going around the table, he made it a point to squeeze by you as he shamelessly grazed your ass with his boner.

"Sorry," he mutters with a shy half smile.

He was not sorry one bit, to say the least.

"You're good," you reply innocently, completely oblivious and unaware of what he had just done.

"I'm more than good." He whispers to himself. Biting his lip as he watched you walk back to your room.

He waited till the coast was clear to grab the spoon you used out of the sink and didn't think twice before sticking it inside his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it until it was completely clean. "Y/n," he groans breathlessly while closing his eyes, relishing in the idea that your saliva was dancing on his tongue. At this point, his erection was almost painful. He was as hard as a rock, and he knew nothing would make it go away until he released to the thought of you.

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The rest of the day he spent locked in his room, searching online for toys to pleasure himself with. One thing certainly caught his eye.

A sex doll, and before he knew it, he was clicking the buy now option.

But in the meantime, his right hand would have to do.

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Late at night, you decide to leave your room and watch a movie. Everything you did was usually at night to avoid heeseung, not cause you didn't want to be around him, but it was just awkward, so unbelievably awkward, especially when you felt his eyes on you 24/7. He always looked like he wanted something but every time you looked in his direction, he snapped his head away from you, pretending he was doing anything but staring at you.

Finally, after weeks he said something. Even though it was just a small “sorry” when he bumped into you, it was still something.

Maybe he was just shy.

You decided to invite him to watch the movie with you, hoping you could build some type of relationship with him. He seemed nice enough.

He was always polite around you. Whenever he ordered food, he asked if you wanted anything, and he didn't even ask you to pay. He always let you use the shower first when you both bumped into each other's schedules, and he even bought you a cute little elephant plushie as a welcoming gift.

But lately, he's just been very quiet, and you thought you were the reason why (well, you were but not for the reason you thought.) So you were going to step out of your comfort zone to see if you could get him to at least talk and leave his room for more than ten minutes.

You went to knock on his door, but before you could, you heard a strange sound causing you to stop mid-way through your knock.

You pressed your ear against the door to get a better listen.

And you wished you hadn't.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, but the sound you heard sounded pained, but apparently, you mistook his sounds of pleasure for pain.

Heeseung was just nearing his end. Little did he know you were outside his door to hear it all. "Fuck," he moaned, pressing his head into his pillows while raising his hips to fuck up into his right hand.

Just a little bit more, he thought as he continued to buck his hips off his mattress. He imagined his hand was your pussy instead, but he knew your pussy would feel so much better wrapped around his cock than his hand, so much warmer, so much tighter, and so so much wetter.

His moans increased in pitch, and soon after, long hot white ropes of cum painted his hand and stomach. "Oh, shit," he whimpered while his legs shook and his toes curled from the absolute bliss that ravished his whole entire body.

He took short breaths as he continued to play with himself, stroking out his last few droplets of cum.

After he came down from his state of bliss, he felt nasty. His body was covered in sweat and cum, and his sheets were soaked. He huffed out a shallow breath before getting up to take a shower.

The sounds had died down, but you were still outside his door, completely mortified by what you heard. Your hand was still in mid-knock when he twisted his door knob revealing you.

His face morphed into confusion. He wondered why you'd be in front of his door and especially this late at night. Technically it wasn't late for you. You were always up at this time. He just didn't know it, and that's why when he opened his door, he was shirtless with a black towel hung loosely around his hips.

"What are you doing here?" He whispers for god only knows what reason probably caused he felt like you had caught him.

Which you did. But you weren’t going to let him know that, especially cause you stayed to listen.

"I was just gonna see if you were awake. I'm watching a movie and was wondering if you wanted to join me" to your surprise, after everything you just seen and heard, you did a perfect job at pretending like it didn't have any effect on you whatsoever.

However, you were dying inside.

Heeseung let out a relieved sigh. He thought you might have heard and maybe you'd tell him to keep it down, but luckily that wasn't the case. You just wanted to watch a movie.

Wait.

She wants to watch a movie?

And she wants me to join?

The widest smile grew on his face at the realization, and he'd be a fool to say no. "Of course! I'd love to join you, but as you can see, I'm getting ready to take a shower," he chuckles, pointing to his sweat-covered chest.

With how much he was sweating, you would have thought he had just gotten out of the shower.

That must have been one intense session…

"I'm all sweaty," he adds playfully.

You zoned out for two seconds, taking a quick peek at his body.

Which went completely unnoticed by him.

"I-i can wait for you if- if you want?" You stutter out.

"Really?! Okay! I'll be quick."

And quick, he was.

Too quick for your liking cause you didn't even get to calm down from the first assault, and he was attacking you yet again with his sleeveless top and wet hair accompanied by a pair of loose basketball shorts that made his print rather visible and the cherry on top was the smell of his body wash when he sat down next to you.

Your body shivers, and now you're all too aware of everything he does, like the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down when he drank the bottle of water he got from the fridge and when he offered you one, you couldn't deny it cause your body was completely on fire your mind was in a frenzy a heeseung frenzy you hadn't thought about him in any inappropriate manner as a matter of fact you didn't really think about him at all.

But now it dawned on you, yes, you were roommates with a guy, a guy named lee heeseung, a guy that has guyly needs and touches himself as guys do, and a guy you just found out you had feelings for after catching him tending to said needs.

You were stiff throughout the whole movie, and you became a statue when he rested his arm on the back of the sofa. He shifted a tad bit closer to you, and now you were completely fossilized.

You were just about to thank your lucky stars cause the movie was almost finished, but before you could begin your ceremony, heeseung just had to stretch, and you couldn't help but look at him when you noticed movement in the corner of your left eye his shirt rose up slightly giving you a full view of the waistband to his Calvin Klein boxers.

Great. Just great.

Another image that will be stained in your memory for some time to come.

He noticed you looking at him and gave you an innocent smile. He had no idea you had been drooling over him for the past hour and a half. "I'm tired," he laughs bashfully, feeling guilty that he was falling asleep on you.

"It’s okay, I am too," you giggle before turning back to the tv.

Finally, it was over. The credits were rolling by. You looked to your left, and heeseung was fast asleep. He looked like a cute giant baby curled up on the sofa. You didn't want to disturb him, so you grabbed a blanket from the other room and placed it over his sleeping figure. "Goodnight, heeseung," you whisper before going to your room. You shut off your lamp, sighing loudly. "What is my problem?" You grumble thinking about earlier events and how you felt so terrible for basically eye fucking him and eavesdropping, but it was impossible not to. "Get a grip," you told yourself before closing your eyes and joining heeseung in dreamland.

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Heeseung woke up the next day looking around at the unfamiliar setting before realizing he had fallen asleep during the movie. "Shit," he sighs, feeling disappointed that he fell asleep on you.

He laid back down, resting his eyes for a bit. A loud knock on the door startled him, and now he was wide awake.

He tosses his covers to the side and opens his door seeing a huge box sitting on the ground at first. He's confused, wondering if you ordered something, but he quickly remembered that the package was for him when he saw where it was from.

Thank god for one-day delivery, he thought to himself as he took the large box to his room.

He's never been so impatient before. He practically ripped the box open, revealing his life-like toy.

He opened the smaller package inside the box, taking out the bottle of lube he had bought to accompany him.

He pulled down his shorts and squeezed a decent-sized amount of lube in his palm, slowly stroking his semi-hard cock.

A thought crossed his mind before he continued. He went inside his bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of the same perfume that you wore. (The one he made a special trip to the mall to get) so he could spray it on his pillow every night before bed.

He spritzed some on his chest as well as his pillows and resumed his activities.

He quickly finished undressing and laid down on his side. He positioned the doll on its side, rubbing his length back and forth on the doll's slit before slowly easing his cock in.

He inhaled deeply, getting a strong whiff of your perfume, that mixed with the feeling of the doll wrapped around his cock was just a little too heavenly.

He thrusts his hips lazily. After all, it was still morning, and he had just woken up.

This is how he imagined having morning sex with you would be like.

He'd hold your waist carefully and bury his head in the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin gently.

He'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear while he buried himself in you deeper he'd fill you up with his cock and thrust his hips into you, and with every passionate yet deep stroke, he would bring you both closer to heaven.

Just the thought of waking up next to you and having lazy morning sex had him close to his end.

"Y/n, you feel so fucking good," his hips stutter, and he releases a shaky breath. "So wet for me," he whispers in his groggy morning voice. He bites down on his lip to conceal his moans. The last thing he needed was to wake you up and have you hear the sinful act he's committing.

"Fuck baby, just like that, oh, y/n, you're gonna make me cum," he grunted while clutching onto the hips of the doll. He shoved his face into his pillow to muffle his loud moans and grunts of your name while he released himself inside the doll.

He took another deep inhale of your perfume, whimpering softly as he continued to thrust his hips. After a few more strokes, he was too sensitive to go on any longer.

He released the doll from his grip, laying on his back to catch his breath, and god, that was so amazing, by far the best orgasm he's ever had at the back of his mind though he still knows that you'd give him the best orgasm of his life, but he could only dream.

He sighs deeply after finally catching his breath. The doll could never ever compare to you, but it was the next best thing, so it would have to do.

For now.

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[artiststarme]

Love Me For Me

Based on a prompt by @mysticcrownshipper. I hope this meets your expectations! Please leave your thoughts in the comments and if you have any other prompt ideas, send them my way!

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Steve was having a great time. It was a warm summer day, all of the kids were having a great time in the pool, and there was a strong chance that he would get to see Eddie shirtless today. It was a great day, indeed. It had been weeks since the entire Party could get together and have fun. After everything that happened over Spring Break, having to recover from their injuries in the hospital, and clear Eddie’s name with the cops and the town, they deserved to let loose for a while. 

It was different for Steve though. This was his house and he was hosting so it was less about having fun himself and more about making everything amazing for the rest of the Party. Not to mention, he did not want to show off all of his horrific scarring in a swimsuit, thank you very much. 

So when Mike makes a comment about being thirsty, Steve is springing up off his lounge chair to get him a drink from the kitchen, maybe a little snack for the rest of the kids. He grabs a handful of juice boxes and some bags of chips. He considered making sandwiches as well but decided that he’d hold off on that until Robin and Eddie got there. 

When he went to step back outside, he could hear the muffled talking of the kids and stopped for a second. It sounded like they were talking about him. 

“Mike, why do you keep telling him to do things? He’s already letting us use his pool, go get your own damn juice box. He’s not your maid,” Max hissed. 

“Well why else would we need to keep him around?” Mike asked her.

“What are you talking about?” Dustin wondered.

“I mean, come on! What does Steve bring to the table besides being rich? He has a pool and a big house and he gives us food. That’s it!” Mike raised his voice to further emphasize his point. It only made it easier for Steve to hear every heartbreaking word. 

“He gives us rides too when we need them,” Will added in Steve’s defense.

“Hey, Steve is our friend! Do not be mean to him,” El demanded. 

“El, I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. I’m just saying that if he’s our friend because he’s rich. We wouldn’t like him if he wasn’t because what could he give us then? Smart ideas, good conversation, funny jokes? Don’t kid yourself,” Mike patronized. 

“Hey, he’s our friend because he protected us from the Upside Down!” Dustin squealed in righteous anger.

“Okay, so he’s good at getting his ass kicked and being rich, that’s still it though,” Mike rebutted. No one said anything to that in response.  

The silence of the other kids was heartbreaking. Steve thought that these kids loved him like he loved them, like the little annoying brothers and sisters that he never had. But to hear that they just kept him around for material reasons and not what he could provide characteristically? They were just like Tommy, Carol, and all of his other old friends that just used him instead of liking him. And finding out about it sucked. 

Steve turned around and went back into the kitchen. He laid his head on the counter on folded arms. It was fine. No one ever truly liked him for him so what did it matter? He’d always known that the kids felt that way, of course they would. But why did hearing it from them hurt so much? In the midst of his breakdown, he didn’t hear the front door open or the footsteps moving towards the kitchen. In his defense, though, he really wasn’t paying much attention to anything outside his thoughts. 

“Steve? Are you okay?” He heard Eddie’s voice before he felt his hand settle to rest between his shoulder blades. 

His head shot up from the counter to find both Robin and Eddie looking at him in concern. It sent him over the edge and he lunged at Eddie, wrapping his arms around his torso and shoving his face into the crook of his neck. 

“Woah Stevie, are you okay?” Eddie asked him whilst he hugged him in return. “C’mon Big Boy, talk to me. What happened?”

“The kids said they only like me because I have money. ’Cause I have a pool and a car, not because I’m a good person to be around or the fact that I’ve literally put my life on the line for them. It just hurts, they’re just like everyone else.” Steve was proud of himself for speaking without any tears escaping. If he started crying about this, he’d never be able to stop.

“Steve, I’m sorry they said that. They’re just kids, I’m sure they didn’t mean what they said and maybe you heard it out of context! It is cool that their friend has a pool they can swim in and drives them all around town in his cool car. It’s not a bad thing, Steve. I mean, hell, we all take advantage of it. That’s why we keep you around!” Robin said jokingly. 

But Steve didn’t take it as a joke. His best friend only kept him around for that too? What about their girl talks and the sleepovers when either one of them had nightmares about being tortured by Russian spies? Did it all mean nothing to her?”

“C’mon Stevie, let’s head back out there. We’re here to have fun, okay? Don’t worry about this, I’m sure you’re thinking that it’s worse than it actually is.” Eddie patted his shoulder and stepped back from his hug, grabbing a Hi-C juice box in his retreat. 

Oh my god, they all thought that! Steve had never felt as betrayed and hurt as he did in that very moment. Here he was thinking that he had finally found a family that wanted him but they were just like everyone else. His parents only had him in the first place because society told them to and they only kept him around to show off until he became too much of a disappointment to do so. Tommy and Carol only kept him around for the status that came with befriending the rich boy with rich parents and a big house that always felt too lonely. His teammates on the basketball and swim teams only kept him around for his athletic ability and as soon as the concussions got too severe to play organized sports, they dropped him like a brick.

The Party that he thought was his family was just like everyone else that came before, were just using him to get to an end goal and then were going to drop him just as everyone had before. But at least it was good while it lasted, he guessed. He shook his head lightly to clear his thoughts and pasted a deceitfully fake smile on his face. 

“Yeah, I’m sure they didn’t mean it. I’m just overreacting like always. It’s fine, let’s get back out there,” he muttered. 

Both Eddie and Robin nodded enthusiastically and started piling their arms up with drinks and snacks. Steve was distracted the rest of the day deliberating the words of the Party. He was so contemplative that he didn’t check Eddie out when he took his shirt off, didn’t notice when El and Will looked at him in concern, and didn’t care when the kids splashed him with water. He just couldn’t fake it as well as he usually could today so he didn’t even try. It’s not like anyone noticed anyways. 

~*~*~*~

After a couple of days, Steve was still ignoring the issue. That was his go-to strategy for anything he didn’t want to deal with and it hadn’t failed him yet. It worked when his parents were home and he had to ignore the startling lack of love from either of them. It never failed him when he received a poor score on a test that told him he wouldn’t be going to college or when he couldn’t read the swimming words written on the board when the teacher asked him to. It worked for a while when he ignored the distance growing between him and Nancy after she accused him of murdering Barb. 

The point was, he was good at ignoring problems and pretending to be fine when his entire worldview was falling apart. It was fine. Or it was until he ran into Hopper a few days later.

He was just trying to return some Tupperware containers to Joyce, he didn’t want to have a full on conversation with his pseudo-dad or share a cigarette with him when he was trying to quit. Yet here he was, sitting on the stoop of the porch with a cigarette in hand trying to ignore the prying eyes of Hopper. 

“What’s going on, Harrington? You missed family dinner yesterday and you didn’t call or anything. We were worried about you, kid.”

Steve’s eyes watered slightly so he pinched his nose to stop the tears. “Um yeah, I wasn’t really feeling it yesterday. Sorry.”

“What’s going on with you? We’re trying to be a family to you kid but you keep pushing us away.” Hopper sounded hurt at the thought and it only served to make Steve feel more guilty. 

“I’m sorry, Hop. The kids said something that messed me up a few days ago, I’ll get over it.”

“You better,” Hopper grumbled before taking another drag from his cigarette. 

They sat in silence for a moment before Steve asked him a question he thought he needed to know. Looking back, he shouldn’t have. “Hop, why are you guys so intent on treating me like family? Why me?”

He sighed and scratched his beard before answering. “I feel bad for you, kid. You’re all alone in that big house, your parents don’t come home, and you don't really have anything going for you. You work a dead-end job and you don’t have a future to look forward to. Steve, you just seem lost and I have a habit of taking the lost ones in.”

Steve nodded at him and they quietly went back to their cigarettes without sharing any more words. Hop only brought him in because he pitied him. He didn’t love him like a son as Steve had always thought, he felt bad for him and wanted to give him something to look forward to because Steve was too much of a loser to have a life that could mean anything. 

He held it together long enough to finish his cigarette, numbingly agree to attend Family Game Night in a few days, and drive to his brother’s house. The tears stayed in until Phil answered the door to his house and upon seeing the crumbling of Steve’s carefully crafted facade, pulled him into a hug. The sobs spilled out of him after that with such force that Phil’s whispered comforts and confused reassurances couldn’t be heard. 

They must have stayed in that embrace for upwards of five minutes, just standing in the open doorway, experiencing a strong déjà vu. Steve hadn’t cried this hard since the brutal screaming match between his parents and brother that resulted in Phil being disowned. Phil had held him then too, promising that he would always love him and that he would be around as much as he could be. 

The parallel left both of them unsettled so Phil pulled him into the house and to the comfy living room couch he knew Steve loved. He sat on his knees in front of Steve and tried to make eye contact through Steve’s messy hair. “Hey Steve-o, you’re making me nervous, kid. What’s going on?”

“Why am I never enough for anyone?! You left, mom and dad left, Tommy and Carol didn’t fight to stay, Nancy cheated on me because I wasn’t enough, the kids are only using me for my pool, and Hop pities me because I’m an idiot. Why can’t anyone ever just love me for me?” Steve wailed. 

Phil’s eyebrows scrunched further in concern, “Steve, what the hell? I’m sure that’s not true-”

“You too?! You’re seriously going to tell me they’re right like Eddie and Robin did? No one ever sticks around for me! They just want the shit I can give them because ‘I’m rich and lonely’ and I’m fucking sick of it!” He yelled at him.

“Steve, I’m not saying they’re right. I’m saying you’re wrong because I didn’t leave. I’m right here and I love you for you. You’re my bratty little brother who gets into weird situations he refuses to explain and hangs out with a bunch of children, a drug dealer, and my boss. You’re weird as hell sometimes but I’m here, okay? You’re not alone.”

“I’m just sick of being used, Philly. For looks or popularity or pool privileges. I just want them to love me.”

“Hey, I’m sure they do. Kids are weird, I was certain you hated me for years when you were a teenager. Kids do that and I’m sure your other friends were just confused,” Phil tried to comfort.

Steve just sighed and ran a weary hand through his hair. The last couple of days had been a whirlwind of heartache, betrayal, and exhaustion. All Steve wanted to do was get away from it all and recoup in a place he didn’t feel suffocated. Then an idea sparked in his head.

“Hey, do you still have your dad’s old cabin up north?”

“Um yeah, I go up there sometimes on my days off. Why?” Phil asked, a knowing glint in his eyes telling Steve that he already knew.

“Can I hang out there for a few days? I just want to get away from all of this.”

Phil observed him for a few minutes before nodding. “Yeah, that’s fine. You can head up today and I’ll meet you up there this weekend after my shifts. You gonna be okay on your own?”

Steve just rolled his eyes at him, “of course I will be. Who do you take me for?”

“The kid that’s gotten four concussions in the past three years from nefarious, unknown causes,” he said completely deadpan. 

“Okay, that’s not fair. How do you know it’s nefarious if you don’t know the reason?”

Phil’s mustache twitched in the way it always did when he was about to start ranting. “You-” he took a deep, calming breath and started again. “I don’t want to argue with you right now. I’m going to go get the keys and write you some directions. Just chill here for now or whatever.”

Sure, his life might be spinning out of control and his friends might only be using him to reap the benefits that come with being a neglected rich kid but at least he had his brother. With another comforting hug, Phil gave him the keys and a note, some cash for snacks on the drive, and Steve was on his way. He had the chance for a few days away and he was going to take the time to relax and ponder on his self-worth. 

When Phil finished his shifts and could pull himself away from his work, he’d head up to the cabin for some much needed Bro Time. They’d talk about things, drink some beers on the bank of the lake, and make s’mores over a campfire like they used to before life got too complicated for them both. Most of all though, they’d spend time together. It would be Phil and Steve against the world like it always has been. 

~*~*~*~

It wasn’t one of the kids that noticed Steve’s abrupt disappearance. The kids, Eddie, and Robin hadn’t reached out to Steve since that disastrous pool party. No, it was Nancy that started putting the pieces together. 

When Mike asked her for a ride to the arcade, her hackles raised. “Why do you and your friends need a ride from me? Isn’t that usually Steve’s job?”

“Yes,” he sneered at her. “But Steve didn’t pick up Dustin’s phone call or answer the walkie when he said it was a code red. So we need you to give us a ride. Please.”

Nancy was so confused at Steve’s lack of reply that she didn’t even ask any more questions. She just picked up her purse and told Mike to go get in the car. 

Why wouldn’t Steve answer a code red? Out of all of the adults, Steve was the most hypervigilant and high-strung about the walkies. If he’d heard a code red, he would’ve answered. 

She had a bad feeling about this so once she picked up all of Mike’s annoying friends and dropped them at the arcade, she went to Family Video to talk to Robin. 

“Welcome to Family Video, how can I- oh hi Nance! What’s up?” She asked excitedly.

“Hey, have you heard from Steve recently? The kids couldn’t get a hold of him. Has he talked to you today?” Nancy asked her. 

Robin looked perplexed. “He wasn’t home? He called Keith today and told him that he was feeling sick and couldn’t work this weekend. I thought he might be fighting off a migraine or something. Whenever that happens, he holes up in his room in the dark for a few days until it wears off. Where else could he be?”

“I don’t know but I have a bad feeling. When was the last time you saw him?”

“Um, at the pool party he threw on Monday. He said he invited you but you were busy,” he had indeed. Nancy had been touched at the invite but ultimately already had plans with Jonathan. “He said the kids said something that hurt his feelings but Eddie and I thought he was overexaggerating. But you know, he was kind of distant the rest of the night. He was there but not really… you know?”

A picture was starting to form for Nancy. But they couldn’t do anything but worry about Steve. If he wanted to lay low for a while without being pressured by the friends that hurt him, then Nancy wasn’t going to be the one to ruin that. When he got back, she would show him that she cared and hopefully that would be enough. 

“Yeah, I know. I’m sure he’s fine. I have to go but I’ll see you later!” Hopefully too much damage hadn’t already been done. 

~*~*~*~

The next people to notice were perhaps the most surprising. The Corroded Coffin boys were talking to Eddie before practice in Gareth’s garage when Jeff peered behind his shoulder. 

“Hey man, where’s Steve? Did you two have a fight or something?” He asked him.

Eddie just looked at him in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

Jeff returned his look looking just as puzzled. “Steve? I saw him at the grocery store on Monday and invited him to watch us practice. The dude wouldn’t stop raving about your guitar skills so I told him to come see them in person. Did you piss him off or something?”

“Why would you invite him to practice though? You guys don’t even like him.”

“Woah hey, that’s not true! He helped my mom fix her tire like two weeks ago when we were stranded on the side of the road so I love the guy,” Gareth said. “And he completely blasted Andy’s reputation when he was picking on Grant at the arcade last week. Harrington’s a cool dude now.”

Eddie just looked at them in utter bewilderment. What the hell? “Why haven’t you guys told me any of this?”

He was taking a sip of his Mountain Dew when Jeff answered. “Uh, we thought he would tell you. You guys are dating, right?”

Eddie spit his Mountain Dew all over Grant’s drum kit and started choking. 

“Dude, what the hell?!”

“Wh-why do you think we’re dating? We’re not and even if I was interested in him, which I’m not, Steve is straight!” Eddie sputtered.

All three of his bandmates looked at him unimpressed. Grant was still fuming at his sullied drum kit, Gareth was over Eddie being an idiot, and precious Jeff looked like he was a hair’s width away from losing his patience. 

“Eddie, he is not straight. He’s been flirting with you for months and even told me that he was looking forward to the pool party to see you shirtless. He’s interested,” Jeff said with a sigh that told Eddie he thought he was being a dumbass. 

Eddie just stared at them though. “There’s no way. I haven’t even talked to him since that pool party and I’m certain I would’ve noticed him checking me out. There’s no way.”

“Dude, you’re oblivious,” Gareth grumbled. 

“He hasn’t reached out or anything in days! That’s not good crushing etiquette!” Eddie stammered. 

“Did something happen at the pool party then? How did you fuck this up?” Grant accused.

“I didn’t fuck anything up! He was sad about something the kids said so I comforted him and then we went swimming. Steve never even got in the pool and he didn’t check me out at all. You guys are crazy.” 

“That means whatever you said fucked it up! Nice going, dumbass,” Gareth told him. 

“Okay, go fix this with Steve. We’ll move practice to Sunday and we want to hear all about how you fixed this. Maybe give him chocolate or flowers-”

“Steve’s allergic to flowers,” Eddie cut him off.

“And prove that you’re sorry and want to date him. Maybe take your shirt off since he didn’t see it in the pool. Just go,” Jeff ordered. 

Without another word, Eddie took off. He drove past Steve’s house first but his car wasn’t in the driveway. He drove around Family Video next but still didn’t see the maroon Beemer. Where was this guy? He didn’t see him anywhere. 

What he did see on his drive was a police cruiser with a glaring Officer Callahan inside. Eddie had to do a double take to confirm that he was glaring at him. What the fuck, he was driving the speed limit like any other law-abiding citizen, the glare was completely unfounded. 

Disheartened at the lack of Steve and confused at the officer’s ire, Eddie went home. He slammed the trailer door open and stalked into the kitchen to get a beer. He didn’t know why Steve was upset or why he was hiding from Eddie of all people but it hurt. It made Eddie angry in turn.

Wayne appeared behind him with an observing look in his eyes. “Eds, I haven’t seen ya this crabby for weeks. Maybe call that Harrington boy over, he always makes you happy.”

Wayne’s words were supposed to make Eddie laugh, maybe argue with him a little bit, anything to get rid of the hostile blankness on his face. What they ended up doing though was causing a panic attack. 

Eddie’s breaths started coming in in pants and tears started leaking from his eyes. Wayne thought they were dating too? How oblivious had he been that he hadn’t realized Steve was interested? And how did he fuck it up when he didn’t even know?!

Wayne was far too used to Eddie’s panic attacks. He didn’t ask any questions or question why what he said had caused a reaction. He just collected Eddie into his arms and rocked him like he was a scared kid instead of a traumatized 21 year old. 

“Calm down, Eds. Yer okay, everything’s okay. I’m here for you, Uncle Wayne is here. You just needta calm down a little bit. Keep breathing, kiddo. It’s alright.”

After a few minutes and many comforting repetitions on Wayne’s part. Eddie buried his face into Wayne’s shoulder and cried. He knew distantly that their position on the kitchen floor couldn’t be good for Wayne’s back and aching joints but he couldn’t bring himself to move. 

“Steve is gone! I looked everywhere for him but I couldn't find him! I fucked it up, I don’t know how but I did and now he’s gone!” He cried pitifully.

“Hey, I’m sure it ain’t because of you and I know he’ll be back. Whatever happened, you can talk it out with him in a couple of days. Just relax.”

He was right, as usual. Steve would come back eventually and when he did, there would be plenty of groveling and apologies. Eddie would make sure Steve knew how sorry he was at whatever he did and would make the kids and Robin apologize for good measure. He would fix this and Steve would never feel the need to escape ever again. 

(Meanwhile, Steve is at the cabin having the time of his life, drinking ice cold beers by the lake and watching some deer chilling in the distance. He has no idea that his leaving made a mark but he was sure going to find out in a few days when he gets back.)

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Happy Monday honey𓆩♡𓆪

I was wondering if you could write a drabble of Michael Myers where you're dating him and he doesn't know you're into men with balaclava's, until one day he's on your laptop for something and he comes across your tumblr page that is full of guys with balaclava's on and something crawls into his mind.

Maybe smut and Michael being dominate <3

Thank you angel🥰

No problem Megan ❤. Ok!... I'm doing this one before work because I feel so guilty about not getting around to writing any of my other requests yet 🙈🤦🏼‍♀️ (I will get to them, I promise!)

OG/RZ/Peepaw Michael Myers x f!reader

18+ for graphic smut, con noncon, implied violence

Michael indulges in his s/o's balaclava kink:

You had been enjoying a cup of spiced tea on your worn-in recliner, scrolling through Tumblr on your laptop, simping over art and fanfics of dangerous men in masks and balaclavas.

You had always had a kink for masked men but until now it had only been "standard" horror movie masks, such as Jason's, Ghostface's, Vincent's wax mask, Leatherface's and especially your Michael's expressionless alabaster mask. Only recently had you come to appreciate the simplicity of the humble balaclava - Ghost from Call of Duty was the catalyst of this new attraction and you jumped head first into the rabbit hole of art and fiction of morally grey or downright psychotic men with toned bodies, balaclava'd faces and piercing eyes that burned through you with carnal need right down to your core.

As you took another sip of your tea you felt a presence to your left. Turning your head in that direction you see Michael standing motionless as a statue at the base of the stairs just staring at you. Top half of his overalls off of his torso and tied around his waist, mask slightly askew.

Instead of shrieking and jumping like you used to when you were not so accustomed to his sudden, silent appearances you smiled and got up from your seat.

"Did you have a good sleep, baby?" You ask as you place one hand on his chest and the other on his strong shoulder.

You receive nothing in return except for his blank gaze upon you, those darkened eyeholes of his mask as eerie as ever.

Not detoured by his normal silence and seeming disinterest, you give him a peck on the cheek of his mask and head into the kitchen to make him some lunch from yesterday's leftovers.

You hear the tv switch on as you pull out the ingredients to make a sandwich with the leftover chicken. As you begin slicing the cucumber you pause for a second to see Michael watching true crime again. You always wonder what goes through his mind when he sees the crimes of other killers. Is he impressed, unimpressed, indifferent, intrigued? Does he learn anything? You guess you'll never know unless Michael just one day decides to break his self-imposed silence.

xxxxxxx

Later that night you're turning your little house upside down looking for your laptop. You were so sure you had left it on the coffee table in the living room but... you guess not? You didn't blame Michael as he had never shown interest in the laptop before, and its not like you could ask him now anyhow as he was out butchering people to death. Yes, you are aware at how desensitised you have become to murder and death. Loving Michael forced you to accept his lifestyle - fast.

Huffing in annoyance you stomp over to the door leading to the garage, knowing for a fact it won't be there but its the only place you haven't looked yet. You push open the door and flick on the light, ready to immediately switch it off again because you hadn't been in the garage all day.

However, when your eyes fell onto the workbench, there your laptop sat surrounded by empty candy wrappers.

"Michael... what the hell" you mumble to yourself in confusion. You can't say you were really mad at him for using the laptop because he was more than welcome to. But you were just confused as he had never shown interest in it nor did you think he knew how to use it.

Scooping up all the candy wrappers you chuck them into the trashcan beneath the workbench and try to start up the laptop. You were met with nothing but a black screen. "Damn. Battery's dead"

You looked at the wall clock and decided to just call it a night. No Netflix for y/n tonight - insert sad face.

Closing your laptop you make for the door when you hear glass smashing from what sounded like the kitchen area.

Heart jumping to your throat you quickly flick the light off and hide under the workbench while looking at the door which lead into the living room. Surely Michael wouldn't smash in the back door?! He had a key and had stopped breaking into the house since the two of you started a relationship. That was a whole year ago!

Before you could think anymore, a pair of legs slowly walked past the garage door and into the living room. You couldn't get the clearest view of the intruder as only a small lamp was on in the living room - the rest of the house was dark.

Your panicked mind only presented 3 options for you to take:

1. Get out of the house and run to the neighbors

2. Either stay where you were or get upstairs and hide while waiting for Michael to return.

3. Get to your cellphone upstairs and call the cops.

Well.. the house keys for the front door were upstairs too and you didn't want to run out of the back door as you were barefoot and there was no doubt glass everywhere. You wouldn't get very far at all with cut up feet before the intruder catches you.

And you didn't exactly want the cops anywhere near you and your home for Michael's sake. So that left option 2. You just had to get upstairs... lots of places to hide and wait for Michael. You also come to realise that you absolutely needed to get Michael a cellphone for emergencies like this. A simple text in this situation could save your life. Why didn't you think of that before, stupid!?

Mentally shaking yourself from your delaying thoughts, you take a deep breath as silently as you can and creep towards the door. You sit on your haunches for a moment, straining your ears to listen for any sign of the intruder when you hear some soft movements from the dining room. Perfect. If you move now you'll have a chance to get upstairs without being seen.

As silently and quickly as you can you scuttle to the - thankfully - carpeted stairs. Just as you're about to take the first step you hear a crashing sound coming from the garage which sounded very much like hard plastic hitting a concrete floor. Your laptop. You must not have put it far enough back onto the workbench when you rushed to switch off the light.

You know for your own sanity you shouldn't have, but you did - you looked back to the dining room entrance.

And there staring at you from in the dark, illuminated only by a bit of moonlight stood a tall figure in faded black overalls and a... balaclava??

Shrieking you turn back around and make for your bedroom - intending to lock the door and climb out of your window onto the veranda's roof and to make your escape.

Your hear his heavy footfalls behind you, closer than what you would like as you scramble to the top of the stairs. Fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins like a raging river.

Michael where are you? I need you! You internally shout as tears begin falling from your wide, frightened eyes.

As you reach the top of the stairs a large, warm, calloused hand grabs your ankle painfully and roughly causing you to yelp. You try to kick at the man with your other foot but he throws his entire weight onto your body causing the air to be knocked out of you.

You cough while hitting at his shoulders and head with all your might but it doesn't seem to affect him at all.

He grabs you by both your arms and hauls you up onto your feet before swiftly turning you around to be pulled flush against his solid frame. You kick and scream as he takes you towards the bedroom where your panic rises even more at the prospect of what he might actually have in store for you there.

"No please don't! Just take anything you want, please! But just don't hurt me"

You are met with silence as the two of you enter the bedroom. He pauses in front of the bed and the tears stream out of you even harder. Your sobs finally overtake your screaming.

Suddenly and without warning you're flung towards your floor length mirror with your potential assaulter and murderer firmly placing his body flush behind yours. His eyes boring into your own through the mirror.

And that's when you see it. The man had positioned himself in such a way that the moonlight pouring through your window would reflect onto his masked face.

Your sobs instantly quietened as you saw one stormy grey eye heatedly gazing at you through the balaclava opening and one... scarred milky one.

Michael?

"Michael?" You tentatively ask as you sniffle - your struggling subsiding.

He nuzzles your neck and cups your breast, giving it a firm squeeze. You know that hand. You know it well.

Before you can think further, you're picked up and flung onto your bed, the old mattress squeaking in protest at the sudden weight.

Your mind gets whiplash at how suddenly your body responds to this new information and turn of events.

Michael climbs on top of you, not sparing you from his full weight. He straddles your hips, his bloodied hands gripping your wrists tightly above your head. His head is tilted to the side, eyes dilated and dark.

Your breathing has quickened, your nipples pebble and the juncture of your thighs moisten.

A sudden slap to your face causes you to gasp in surprise and before you can think on what just happened your thin spaghetti-strap tank is being torn off of you and you're being flipped onto your stomach as if you weigh little more than a feather.

"Mich--" you start but are stopped from finishing your question when a piece of your torn tanktop is stuffed into your mouth.

Your teary eyes widen when you feel your poor pajama bottoms being ripped off of your goosebump laden body too but immediately close when you feel thick calloused fingers run up along your wet slit from clit to ass.

You moan into the fabric in your mouth as two of his fingers push past your folds and into your eager hole.

You can hear Michael's heavy breathing as he roughly pumps his digits in and out of your slick cavern before adding a third and eventually a fourth.

Your muffled moans get louder and louder as your body squirms beneath his invasive ministrations. You feel so deliciously stretched out by his four long, thick fingers that your eyes begin to tear up again.

Your loosened hole clenches at nothing as Michael pulls out. You turn your head as best you can to see him behind you and moan once more as you view his balaclava in the moonlight. He takes both his thumbs and stretches your abused hole open as much as he can, admiring your slick, velvety tunnel.

You grip the sheets in anticipation as he releases your flesh and reaches for the zipper of his coveralls pulling them down far enough to reveal his glistening, red, swollen, massive member.

You mewl at the sight and wiggle you bottom in eagerness and want.

Michael obliges by roughly pushing your head back down into the mattress and without any indication rams his heavy, weeping cock into your needy pussy.

You scream and grip your sheets harder as he sets a brutal and unforgiving pace - no slow buildup or sensuality for this one. You can scarcely take it. Tears stream down your cheeks, saliva pools into the fabric stuffed in your mouth and your ass and hips jiggle and ripple with every brutal thrust.

Michael's hand leaves your smushed head and grips your hips in bruising force.

Your room is dark and quiet save for the sound of slick skin slapping against slick skin, grunts of exertion and muffled mewls and moans.

Just when you think you can't take anymore, Michael goes deeper and harder, stretching you wider with his monstrous girth, the tip of his cockhead punching against your cervix in exquisite pleasure-pain.

Your cheeks are hot and red, tear stained. Drool has finally broken past the fabric in your mouth and is dripping onto your sheets. Slick is running down your thighs as your loosened hole just cannot contain your shared juices any longer.

Michael leans forward to squeeze your breasts before pinching your nipples so hard you feel your pussy release a new spurt of moisture.

You want to tell him you cannot take anymore. Your body is turning to jelly, the pleasure plain is becoming overwhelming - every nerve of yours is on electric fire and if you produce any more drool you'll surely choke on it.

Michael leaves your breasts and instead begins his cruel ministrations onto your swollen, throbbing clit.

You begin to feel the tightening in your core, your lower abdomen tenses and you can hear Michael fast approaching his own orgasm too if those quiet gasps and slight jerks in his thrusts are anything to go by.

And finally with one hard slap to your clit and one final deep, bruising thrust inside your wrecked cunt you scream out your orgasm into your tanktop. Your abused pussy quivers and clenches around Michael's pulsating cock as it spurts out its thick ropes of cum within you.

Michael's breaths are heavy and laboured behind you as he pulls out. You hear the sopping squelch and feel the gush of liquids flow out of your red, raw, gaping cunt which is trying in vain to clench and hold onto all the juices that now pouring onto your bedding.

Your jellified arm slowly pulls the now sopping fabric from your mouth before you look behind to Michael. His toned and scarred chest is heaving and glistening with sweat. His eyelids sit low from satisfaction and his fingers idly circle your hips where they lie.

"You saw my.... interests on Tumblr didn't you? That's why you did all this tonight, right?" You ask lazily as you roll onto your back and look up at your still masked lover.

Michael tilts his head and continues to stare at you in silence. He reaches for the base of the black mask and pulls it off of his head and shakes out his dark blond curls. He tosses the mask onto your chest and disappears out of the bedroom.

You shake your head and smile to yourself as you clutch the balaclava.

You will always love Michael best in his signature white mask, but a bit of fun in a balaclava from time to time will certainly be a treat.

Perhaps you can show him all of your other kinks now too, seeing as he seems happy to indulge you. And maybe he has some of his own?

You get up to go enjoy a nice hot shower. Sore and stiff, but very very happy.

@megangovier20 hope you enjoy it girl. 😈

Not proof read as I did this before work.

[gazsleftbicep]

Sweet, loving and gentle.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x m!Reader

You/Your pronouns

CW: smut, fingering, p in a, creampie, ass eating, unprotected sex

Word count: 1.6K

Sweet.

That's your boyfriend, Gaz.

Sweet, loving and gentle.

An elite soldier for a special unit, maybe. But when it came to his lovely partner, he'd flip the world upside down to ensure they were comfortable and safe.

Gentle, lazy nights with you were Gaz's absolute favorite thing in the world. Laying in his bed, clad in a T-shirt and shorts, you in his arms...it was heaven on Earth.

You lay with your head tucked against Gaz's chest, your arm draped lazily over his torso and your entire body pressed against his side. His arm was around you, offering security and affection.

"Look at that guy on TV. Kinda looks like you, doesn't he?" Gaz inquired, pointing with his free arm towards the television.

"Yeah, I guess." You responded nonchalantly.

"You're cuter, obviously." Gaz added, kissing the top of your head, his lips lingering in your hair. "And you have a nicer ass." He said playfully. You giggled contentedly, his hand lazily stroking your arm where it lay.

You reached your head up to kiss Gaz's cheek. He smiled in return, looking over at you. He rolled onto his side to face you, now eye to eye with his handsome lover.

Gaz pressed a sweet, loving kiss to your lips which you returned. Instinctively, you put your arms around his neck. His hand found your waist, resting there as the kiss became more passionate.

Gaz's hand traveled down to your hip, then around to your ass. He gave it a loving squeeze, eliciting a small sigh from you and signaling he wanted things to get a bit more heated.

You broke the kiss momentarily. "Someone's a lil eager today, huh?" You teased, kissing his neck.

Gaz chuckled in response, kneading your ass with his hand. "You get me so worked up so fast, love."

"So do you-" Your thought was interrupting by a soft moan sliding from your lips as you felt Gaz's teeth playfully biting your collarbone.

Gaz nibbled the skin on your shoulder, moving down to the collar of your shirt. He looked up at you, silently requesting permission to remove the garment. You nodded, desire written on your face. He removed the shirt, discarding it on the floor and exposing your soft chest, nipples erect and sensitive.

Gaz began to kiss down your chest, stopping to nip at and suck your nipple. You whimpered, the feel of his tongue on your sensitive bud never failing to shoot waves of arousal through you. He made sure to give the other nipple the same affection, causing you to whine.

Gaz paused, looking up at you. "You wanna go further, baby?" He asked gently, wanting to assess what you wanted tonight. You nodded eagerly, anticipating the pleasure he was going to give you. Gaz slid off the rest of your clothes, doing the same with his own.

He turned you around softly, laying you on your stomach. He spread your legs, taking the time to admire your tight, perfect hole, puckered and ready for him. He leaned down and buried his face between your perfect cheeks, eating your perfect ass up without hesitation. You moaned, back arching as soon as you felt him. His tongue darted out to prod at your hole, teasing you.

You whined sadly when he pulled away. He instead reached for the lube (which was always left on the nightstand 'just in case') and popped open the lid, spreading a generous amount onto his fingers.

"You ready, love?" He asked, setting the lube back on the nightstand and sitting himself on your thighs. You nodded, excitement building in your veins.

After the final confirmation was given, Gaz slid a finger into your entrance, reveling in the moan that fell from your lips. He gently began to move it, thrusting the finger in and out of you. He added a second finger shortly after, stretching you open and preparing you for what was to come.

"Nnh, Kyle-" You were silenced quickly by the addition of a third finger. Gaz made sure to be gentle, letting you get used to the feeling before picking up his pace. His other hand wrapped around his own shaft, taking the chance to get himself ready. He moaned softly, anticipating your tight walls around his needy cock. The thought alone got him hard fast.

Gaz slid his fingers out of you, causing you to whine with disappointment. He took a moment to coat his member with lube before positioning himself at your hole.

"I'm going in." He warned before pushing his tip into you. You moaned, already anticipating the upcoming pleasure his magnificent cock would give you. He pushed in inch by inch until his whole length was buried deep in you and his balls were pressed against your soft cheeks. He stayed in there for a moment, letting you get used to his cock before he began to thrust in and out. Moans and cries of pleasure could be heard from each of you with every thrust, Gaz's cock hitting your prostate repeatedly.

You put your hand on your own aching member, stroking in time with Gaz's expert thrusts. You ran your thumb over your tip, gathering the bead of precum that had formed so quickly. Gaz watched you play with yourself, fueling his own desire and need for release.

"So good...doing so good, love...taking me so well..." Gaz praised, thrusting faster and deeper by the second. His balls tightened, a sign of impending climax. You felt a familiar build up in your own cock, your release approaching fast.

"Kyle- I- close, so close-" You babbled, trying desperately to talk through the intense sensations coursing through you. Your ass clenched around Gaz's cock, eliciting a sharp moan from him. Your words had spurred Gaz on. Shortly after, he buried himself deep in you, letting out a deep moan and cumming hard, his hot, wet release filling you up. Your release came right after, spilling onto your fist and chest.

Gaz pulled out slowly, watching with satisfaction as his release spilled out of your pretty hole. You turned over, laying down and looking up at Gaz. His eyes drank in the sight of you, laying before him, your own cum spilled all over your hand and chest.

"That was so good." Gaz smiled pridefully at you, leaning down and hugging you tight, your release smearing all over him. You hugged him back, basking in post orgasmic ecstasy.

"Love you, babe." You said, smiling as you held your boyfriend tight. "Love you too." He replied. "You took me so well tonight, love. I'm so proud of you."

Gaz ran his hands up and down your back, sweetly, lovingly and gently. That's what your boyfriend was, after all.

[armpirate]

Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 21

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 16 minutes

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As soon as she stepped out of her bedroom, she hesitated going out, taking one step back while she looked at the man sleeping on her couch. His tattooed arm covered his head, while his unclothed upper body was visible over the thin blanket she gave him.

It was one thing dealing with Jungkook on common ground. She could hide in her house, controlling his moves through the peephole so they wouldn't have to meet. But it was completely different when the cause of her headaches was sleeping on her couch, peacefully, as if he weren't the reason why her daily life was turning upside down.

If she didn't dislike him so much, she wouldn't doubt waking him up. His marked abs were perfect to trace if she was planning on giving him a surprise, slowly moving up to his chest while her lips first got in contact with his warm skin. And then he'd probably move, resting on his back so she could play with his torso freely, with nothing in between her or his body. It probably was like heaven hearing his groans first thing in the morning, raspy and sleepy, trying to understand what was going on while her tongue traced the edge of his boxers.

—Liking what you see?

Until he spoke, and she realized why she would never even think of doing something like that to him.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't realize the moment he moved, uncovering his face as he moved his arm at the height of his belly. His eyes looked playful, and his smirk was cocky, while his head still rested against the hard pillow he used that night to sleep.

—More like hoping that smell isn't smoke —she lied.

There was no sign of him smoking there, but she needed to lie after being caught red-handed drooling for him.

—Did you know that the nose has memory? —he casually asked.

—So?

—Your brain was probably thinking of something else when you saw me shirtless on your couch, and the smell also came with it.

His right leg slightly flexed when he moved his body to lie on his back, with his tattooed arm hiding behind his head to work as a better support than the pillow.

—Doubt it —she walked to him, kicking his feet so he'd sit properly while talking to her.

With a scoff, Jungkook sat in the middle of the couch, soon challenging her with just one look.

—Why?

—Because I tend to erase traumas from my brain —she cut him off.

Although that comment only made Jungkook smile wider. Her denial of the undeniable attraction just worked as evidence that she also felt it, but she was too proud to admit that she was indeed into him, and that if it were for her deepest needs, he probably would be ramming into her crazily until her gaze went blurry and her nervous system was so fucked out that she wouldn't be able to form a proper sentence.

—A trauma that you repeat twice?

Her lips moved, but no words came out. As much as she hated to admit it, Jungkook was attractive, and he was good at sex.

—I'm leaving for work —her eyes rolled with the last word—. I know you'll be heading to work, too. I guess. You don't need to lock the door, but make sure it's closed. If I'm not here when you come back, call Roger. He has a copy of all the keys in the building in case something happens.

—And why don't you give me a copy?

—Tell him I'm not home. I guess he'll understand, since he was the one who came up with this idea —she ignored him.

—You're ignoring me.

—I'll unfortunately see you later —she waved goodbye, closing the door behind her.

His eyes squinted while he looked at the closed door where she disappeared. Last seeing her skirt flying while her body turned, escaping from his eyes. While looking a the white door, he tried to think if she had ever dressed so nicely to go to work. He didn't remember other times where she dressed like that just because. Actually, the last time she was dressed like that she showed up with her ex after a date.

His body became stiff after that thought.

Why did she even warn him about coming later than him? She was planning on having a date, and she didn't tell him anything. He was most definitely doing things wrong with her if she was planning on looking for something he could offer outside, instead of reaching for him.

Jungkook: Why did you say you were going to be home later than me? Are you meeting up with someone?

Unfortunately, it was too late when he realized the text he sent.

The overthinking led him to search for her number among the group chat where all the neighbors were, and his finger typed that jealous act before he was able to control it. Only noticing what those words sounded like after thinking about them twice in his head when he left his phone in front of him.

—Wait, no, no, no —at the same time his fingers scrolled through their chat to erase that text, she was already typing the response.

Y/n: Not your business.

Y/n: Remember to close the door when you leave

Y/n: I'll kill you if you don't.

Y/n: CLOSE

Y/n: THE

Y/n: DOOR!!

For once, he felt lucky his neighbor didn't pay that much attention to him or his big mouth, able to look past that dumb comment and make it seem as if they were on their usual rants.

It was one thing to feel jealous, or be bothered, but as much to project it and show her? Especially when there was no evidence about that actually happening? No, that was crossing the line.

He even had her saved with the nickname "Woodpecker" -because of the time she chose to drill through their shared wall to fight the noise he made-, instead of having her saved with her name and surname.

His thumbs were quick clicking the edit button to make that name disappear, changing it for Y/n Y/s with a pleased expression.

That change didn't last long.

Jungkook reached for his phone again shortly after dropping it back on the couch, going back to changing her name back to how it was. It didn't mean a thing to have her saved like that. It was obvious Y/n was close to him, as much as they fought, in comparison to the rest of neighbors in the building. It made no sense to label her the same way.

He had Jimin saved as ChimChim and it didn't mean anything other than them being close friends. Y/n wasn't close, but she was a friend. Or, at least, she was closer to becoming a friend than just being a regular neighbor.

—Right? —he softly asked.

After panic hit him, he jumped out of the couch, getting undressed to put on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt to go to the gym. It wasn't like he was going to train a lot of people that day. And even then, he had some clothes saved in his locker -for the few times he forgot his shorts and a random t-shirt.

Jimin was looking at him with a sided smile, holding the straw with two of his fingers while he looked at his friend -who looked uneasy while looking at his beer. Usually whhen they hung out, Jungkook had his attention somewhere else, but it always was outside their table. That day he was still out of focus from their table. His body was aimed at him, but his mind was somewhere else.

—Is this a new trick? —Jimin finally cut him off.

—What?

—Sighing and looking deadbeat. I'm not really updated on tricks to get girls to talk to me, but I don't think this will work either.

Jungkook was his friend. And like his friend, Jimin knew to differentiate their type of hang outs, and classify them according to what the plan was going to be like. Usually, when they wanted to spend time together, they went for a coffee, or to have lunch -which was something that rarely happened after Jungkook hired him as the administrative of the gym-, and they only met in bars when they wanted to meet girls -although that theme went more along Jungkook rather than him.

—I don't want to get girls —he slowly shook his head—. That's the problem.

With his complaint, Jimin just looked more confused than before. It was his decision, by what he said, so it didn't make any sense to him why he seemed annoyed at his own choices.

—Well, my problems are about paying the rent and the bills, making sure my brother doesn't leave anyone pregnant and my friend doesn't get killed before thirty —Jimin commented, looking at Jungkook's barely noticeable bruises on his face—. But yeah, not getting girls by choice seems to be a huge problem.

—That's not the problem —Jungkook played with his lip rings on his tongue before he went on—. The problem is the reason.

—Gonorrhea? —Jimin tried to guess.

—What? No. I'm clean —he quickly denied, looking at his friend from head to the middle of his torso, where the tall table cut the rest of his sight—. I get tested regularly.

—Thank god, because you've had a pretty busy life these years —Jimin mumbled, sipping on his drink.

—I always use protection, by the way —he replied back.

—Ookay, okay. What's the reason?

Jungkook looked immediately uncomfortable, tilting his head while he cracked his neck. He looked uneasy, but at the same time nervous and excited to talk about it. His body language didn't give away how big or how serious that other reason was.

—...n —he mumbled.

—Huh?

—Y...

—What?

—Y/n —he lowered his voice when he realized everybody was looking at them.

How could he forget that name? Jimin knew it was the female name Jungkook had pronounced the most in the ten years they had known each other, even over the name of his tattoo artist.

—The same neighbor you almost intoxicated?

—That was an accident —he tried to excuse himself—. And she started first. And that's not what we're talking about.

—You like her?

—No —a scoff tried to light up the conversation, and relax all the tension on his neck—. I just think about all the fights I've had with her, and I can't understand why she rejects me, but still goes out with other guys. Huh. I'm the best option.

—You like her —Jimin confirmed.

—I don't —his insistence just gave out what he tried to cover up.

—You think about her at random times, you come up with any excuse to talk about her —Jimin remembered all the times he'd entered the gym, ranting about her or something related to her—, you get jealous, and you're annoyed because you aren't the first option. Sounds like, not only you like her, but karma is biting your ass for all the things you've done to all those girls.

—Hey, I did nothing —Jungkook quickly denied—. I never promised love. I always made my intentions clear with all of them.

Except for Carly, but she didn't count.

—Whatever. The Jungkook I know would be shooting his shot with the hot girl over there —Jimin pointed at the tall red-haired woman at the corner of the counter, with a tight green dress—. Yet you're here yapping about a girl you supposedly don't like.

His head was thrown back when he realized the words his friend was using. As much as he hated to admit it, as much as he wanted to fight it, he was right. It didn't mean that he liked Y/n, but he was overly obsessed over the curse idea.

—I'm not surprised she got in your head though. That girl... —his comment was cut off by the deadly look Jungkook was aiming at him— Why are you looking at me like that if you don't like her?

—Because you're disrespecting her.

—I didn't even say anything.

—But you were about to.

—Hey —he aimed to make sense of what was going on—. You insist you're just confused, right? —his friend nodded— Then spend time with her. Try to get to know her, get close with her. It could be you're just stunned by how mysterious she is to you. Maybe once you realize she isn't more than the expectation you imagined, you'll move on.

—And what if it isn't just an expectation.

—Then you'll be deep in —Jimin grimaced at the idea, supporting both of his elbows at the edge of the table.

—And what should I do to grow closer to her? I think I've already tried that.

—Knowing what she's allergic to because you almost killed her isn't remotely close to what I'm suggesting —Jimin corrected him—. Talk with her without it leading to an argument, find something you have in common and move from there.

The click echoed across his brain with that idea.

The only thing they had in common were those illegal fights, and the fact that she wanted to expose the people that led her brother to death. Even if she had said she didn't want to work with him on that, he knew she probably wouldn't fight it if he looked like he actually wanted to help her work on it.

That was why he didn't waste time after meeting up with Jimin, driving his motorbike to her place, only to find her door closed. Right when he was about to go to Roger's place, like Y/n had asked him to do, he found the man running downstairs in a rush.

He was lucky he caught him before he had to leave to pick up one of his daughters from one of those extracurriculars they were overworked with.

Jungkook ordered some pizzas, which he was planning on reheating after she came home, and opened the only wine she had in her kitchen. He tried to make it seem as innocent and cozy as possible, so she wouldn't come home with the sword lifted up and ready to attack.

Oh, how wrong he was...

—What did I tell you about touching my things? —she ranted, dropping her keys on the small hanger she had— I was saving up that wine.

—For what?

For the moment her sister stopped coming at Mitchell's neck for no reason, for the moment she got renewed in the Newspaper she was working at... It was the most expensive wine she had bought in her life, and she was saving it up for a good reason.

Although, for the first time, Jungkook looked regretful of his actions, looking down at the bottle with sadness while he tried to find an explanation that could make her feel better.

—It's alright. Let's just... It's alright. What's this all about?

Her steps sounded light, and her perfume soon inundated the room, with the floral scent being the only thing he could smell as she walked by to leave her jacket on the backrest of one of the chairs around the dinner table.

—Hmm... What was all this about? —he mumbled, trying to earn some consciousness back— Oh, right. I thought that, since we're going to be living together, we should get on well.

—Right —she nodded.

—Let's sit and eat.

Jungkook only rushed her to eat to get her out of his camp of vision, and manage to focus back on his thoughts. He was convinced that seeing her eating would set some turn offs that could work better to wake him up. It was all in those small details people usually ignore while they're falling in love. If he went one step ahead, he probably would kick out those feelings before they even showed up.

But it was of no help.

The way her fingers placed the ham so she'd take the small portions with each bite, the way her tongue moved around her corners to lick any remains of sauce on them... He even found cute the way her eyes looked at one concrete part in the room while she chewed on the slice.

—How was work? —he suddenly asked.

—You want to know?

—That's why I'm asking.

—It was okay —she shrugged—. I didn't do much. I thought about you if I'm honest.

The squeak his stomach suffered at that mention gave him a bad feeling. Why was he excited about something so simple?

—Really?

—Yeah. I thought that... Well, since we're living together, it might be a good idea if you pick me up from work and we get home together. That way you won't have to be bothering Roger, and you won't be waiting outside either.

—What about the days I'm done earlier? —he raised his eyebrow.

—Let me know, and I'll finish the shift from home —she shrugged—. It's only for the days you're done earlier. The days you're later than me, it won't be necessary. So you get an idea, I'm usually done by seven.

—That's a good idea —he nodded.

—Right?

Hell, she looked so cute when she smiled so wide.

—What about your day? I see your face still looks the same.

—My trainees don't kick me. They knew they wouldn't be able to win against me —that comment made Y/n roll her eyes funnily, while his body turned a bit more in her direction—. What was that? You've seen me fighting.

—I've seen you being knocked out on the floor, and having to pick you up to get out of there —she teased him.

—It was your fault.

—Okay, if you want to come up with excuses...

Her eyes looked at him over the curve of the glass while she sipped on some of the wine. It seemed different from other times. She wasn't attacking him, but playing along with his jokes.

—I'm sorry for that night —she finally said after a brief silence—. Maybe if I hadn't been so obvious...

—So you're saying I was right —the piercings on his right eyebrows disappeared under his bangs as he raised them.

—I'm taking the blame from my side of the problem. The rest is all on you.

His smile looked different. He seemed approachable. Not only in the sense that he was easy to mess with, but in the sense that it seemed like it was possible to have a normal conversation with him.

—I guess that's better than nothing —he threw the napkin he cleaned his mouth with, slowly moving his body back to rest it against the backrest.

—Why aren't you always like this? —she challenged him— I thought it wasn't in you to be a reasonable person, but now it's obvious that you can.

—Because you're easy to annoy. And it's kinda fun —he admitted, moving closer to her.

—Tss —she scoffed, slowly shaking her head— is this your last resource to take someone to bed?

—It's my last resource to make things right with you —her eyes momentarily shone with those words, feeling blank at the sudden cuteness attack.

—What do you...

Jungkook picked up her phone from the other side of the table, asking her to type the code so he'd be able to do what he was thinking. She was in such shock that she didn't think much before she typed the six digits and opened the door to her deepest secrets and most important information for him.

She was surprised when she saw the recorder on her screen when he placed the phone over the coffee table, waiting for their eyes to meet before he started speaking.

—Alessandro Rossi is the man who sent two guys to beat me, and he's in charge of all the illegal fights that happen in the area. Nobody knows who he is, nobody knows what he looks like, but just with his name people know it's better not to mess with him —Y/n looked at him attentively—. Elijah controls the training centers at the South of Chicago. Some people will tell you it's because he's tougher than the other two, but reality is that Rossi probably doesn't respect him enough and that's why he's sent him to the worst neighbors to control.

He stopped talking, clicking on the red button to cut the recording and go back to talking to her.

—That's the proof that I'm not playing this time. I gave you two big names, and the rest will be details that will link things together. I'm serious about helping you.

—And what about your ass being risked and all of that?

—Nobody can know it was me. I'll help you with the information. In exchange, you delete the pictures where my face is clear, and erase any evidence of me helping you after you're done —his tongue moved through his lips—. I also started this because I had to help my family, and it's no different now —he confessed, explaining with little words he could relate to what happened to her brother.

—Won't you be playing against yourself with this?

—Well, I want to help you, too. And it'll be another excuse for you to get crazier over me.

There were no bad looks, or bad replies after that sentence. Y/n only looked at him with a smile, letting them dig through his face until they fell on his lips.

Were his lip rings always so shiny and attractive?

—I should go to my room —she whispered.

—I don't really mind you being here —just like hers, his eyes fell on her lips subtly.

If only they moved a bit closer, their lips would link and he'd finally get to taste her again in his mouth. Sense kicked quicker in her system than his, moving back and getting up, causing Jungkook to slightly lose his balance as he moved forward with his eyes closed.

—I'll go to my room. I don't want to be bothering you here.

—It's still early.

—I'm tired —she lied—. I'll see you tomorrow.

—But...

Y/n escaped.

She sneaked as quickly as she could inside her room because she knew what would've ended up happening if she had stayed there. She didn't know what caused that sudden change in Jungkook, but she for sure wasn't going to fall for it. She wasn't even sure if she was going to work with him on the article.

She couldn't understand it, but she hated how weak she felt around Jungkook.

It was so unfair. 

Taglist: @jk97bam @ttanniett

[wordynerdygurl]

That's the Brakes

Author's Note: Hello lovelies! This is a little drabble which was inspired by a piece of fan art- a piece of fan art that I foolishly did not like or reblog! The picture was of Steve and Eddie crowded together on a subway... and this little fic was born. If you know the piece I'm talking about, please tag me or, even better, if you're the artist, please let me know! I'd love to tag you and your incredible, inspiring art! Pairing: Steddie Setting: No Upside Down/ Everybody lives and our boys are in the Big City! Warnings: None- it's just a sweet little 600 words!

“And that’s another thing, Harrington-” the subway car lurched forward, Eddie, riding the wave like any expert public transportation surfer would, carried on without interruption, “-I couldn’t get a word in edgewise!  Guy was just blah, blah, blah all night.”

God, Steve was sick and tired of this shit.  Another day, another story about a failed first date and another chance for him to deny just how much it hurt to hear Eddie talking about a new person that had caught his eye when he- Steve Harrington- was right there!  Clinging to his sanity and the metal rod that connected to the train’s ceiling with a white-knuckled grip.    Still he managed to chuckle goodnaturedly over the squeal of braking train tires, “Usually that’s your job, huh?  Talking nonstop, I mean.” Beneath their feet the city rolled by as Eddie let go of the leatherette strap that now swung freely between them to croon mournfully, “Why must you cut me so deeply, sir?” And maybe he would have said more, teased and taunted and twisted Steve up until he couldn’t think in the humid subway car where it smelled like chemical covered urine and a thousand sweaty bodies and where the scratchy speakers announced locations that didn’t match any map he had ever seen.  Maybe Eddie would have waited for Steve to play along?  Giving him half a chance to make his own joke and then they would both be laughing before Eddie went off on a tangent about dice or mice or metal men and how they weren’t robots but they weren’t not robots either. Whatever, it didn’t matter, because just as Steve opened his mouth to respond the train slammed to a hard stop, rocking him backwards.  Thankfully, he was holding on tight.  But Eddie, well, Eddie pushed into him at roughly the velocity of a speeding transit authority subway car, his wiry frame colliding with a solid wall of Steve. Leather clad arms instinctively wrapped around his torso, a mop of wayward waves flew into his face and then there were eyes, round and deep and impossibly rich with fringey lashes that framed his bestest friend’s momentary panic, staring up and into his own.  Lips, pink and plush and so fucking pretty, parted around the eloquent exclamation of “Uh-” and Steve knew that Eddie saw it.  

Could pinpoint the exact moment when the lithe metalhead nerd read Steve’s thoughts.  The unguarded ones about hearts and love and forever.  Thoughts about kissing that so close to his own smart mouth until the pair of them were gasping for air. Steve knew Eddie saw it all written in plain English across his face and held his breath.  Keeping one hand on the support bar but daring to let the other curl along the line of Eddie’s black belt, his fingers splayed over a denim clad hip before pulling them closer together only to whisper, “I got ya, Ed.” “I guess so, huh, Stevie?”   There was no use trying to stop the smile that filled his face when Eddie steadied himself using Steve for support.  That wayward hand of his having wandered under a once black, now softly and subtly grayed t-shirt to stroke against the firm flesh of Eddie’s back without question or complaint.  Nose to nose now, the train grunted to a start, picking up speed between stations, but Eddie didn’t move away. 

Swaying together along the rail car’s route Steve held onto the grabber bar, Eddie held onto him and if they stepped onto the city’s grimly platform two stops later, fingers entwined, that was nobody’s business but their own.

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Money make her smile-Nathan Drake

A/n: I don't know where that came from, but i love it

Warnings: Kinda smut

Summary: Y/n and Nathan likes to play with money in bed

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Bags of money fell to the floor, while shoes made the same heavy noises against the hardwood floor. 

- "Come up," Nathan asked, feeling the weight of his girlfriend's body fall into his strong arms that pressed her against the wall of his apartment.

 The lust was palpable with his hands, as was the sensation of the money bills spilling against the mattress in Nathan Drake's apartment. The light was off, but had been turned on by a spoken command from the older man, who was using consensual force on his girlfriend Y/n.

The brunette, after getting his wish for the discovery he had been looking for, had his life turned upside down. However, few people knew about his achievement, as it was too great to be shared with the media, which could also bring him danger. His life was still the same as ever, but now he was a millionaire.

- "What's all this?" the woman asked, feeling the warm air of the brunette's breath against her neck.

- "Money," he says, eliciting a short laugh from the woman wrapped in a black fabric as a short dress.

- "As far as I know, money should stay in the bank." The woman comments, being carried to the mattress with several banknotes scattered against the sheet. 

Her back fell slightly against the soft mattress, lowering her dress, which was almost turning into a mini-skirt. When her boyfriend stopped her, one of his hands touched her wrist, placing it above her head and holding it tightly. 

-"Do you remember how you once told me that you wished you had so much money to use even in bed so that you could cover yourself up?" the man in the white blouse asks, positioning his body between her legs, who responds with a silent nod.

The girl looks away, takes a 100-dollar bill in one of her hands, and drops it again. Her mouth is glossed with a smug smile. Her other free hand was held tightly above her head, along with her other hand, which was also still. His chest was heaving with desire, and his lap already seemed to miss human contact. 

- "And what's your idea, Nate?" the woman asked, moving her hips in an attempt to make even the slightest contact with his lap.

- "Do you trust me?" the brunette asked, moving his body closer to hers, the tip of his nose touching hers.

- With my whole body." Y/n said, without even imagining what he was trying to do with it. 

Slowly, her wrists loosened and were released after turning red. The figure of her boyfriend slid down from above her, as if he wanted to show her how much authority he had. The man picked up the tie that was lying on the bedroom floor, crouching down to pick it up and breathing to himself as he looked at the fabric in his hands.

- "Close your eyes, love." The man asks, getting up and walking over to the woman, who sits on the bed with her legs stretched out, her chest thrust forward and her torso firm as her hands clench on the mattress.

The woman closes her eyes, feeling the fabric meet her eyes. The woman groans in response, grunting as she realizes that her vision is no longer clear because of the tie. Nate put a little force into her body, allowing her to fall backwards and laugh softly. Slowly, the strap of her dress was pushed aside, and she felt only the warm, wet kisses of her boyfriend, which descended with fervor to her covered breasts. It seemed as if he was trying his best to seduce you, and tease you in every way until you lost control of what you still seemed to have. 

The girl's dress was thrown away, and now her body was partially exposed. Her breasts, drafted by the cold, seemed to be begging to be sucked. The brunette smiled to himself, convinced that she was enjoying everything he had prepared, and then his warm tongue was felt between the nipples of her breasts. Each time he felt her tremble, his penis stiffened, even causing a certain discomfort as he sucked her. The woman put her fingers between the older man's cold brown ones, moaning softly as she felt him suck her harder, while the man's saliva fell like a tear against her warm body.

-Nate...- The woman moaned, closing her legs on top of each other, trying to ease the pleasure she was feeling and couldn't stop at the moment. 

Nathan quickly removes his mouth from his girlfriend's, tidying up the arch between her legs that had formed. Without Y/n noticing, he takes out a 50-dollar bill, sliding it between the girl's breasts and shivering at the feel of the cold linen. Money might seem like power to some, and status to others.

For Nathan Drake, money was nothing more than a way to fulfill his dreams and those of his girlfriend. For her, there was no such thing as "no" when it came to spending money at the mall, or even other random desires she might have.

-"Is this good?" Nate slid the green banknote across her exposed belly, tracing the line of her waist until he could find her legs. 

-"Uh-huh." The girl tilts her head to the side, exposing the neck that would be marked with pink and purple colors later.

The black panties she was wearing were only a few steps away from being removed, but they were also part of the fun that Nathan was proposing for Y/n. The explorer took off his shirt, leaving a silent pause for a minute, and again the cold, thin money passed through his body, making her shiver. Its underside is carefully removed, as if it were about to tear. Once again, the paper is slid between her legs, up her thighs.

-"I thought only feathers caused this sensation," she says, trying to close her legs, which don't open quickly due to her boyfriend controlling her movements.

-"Everything can be used, love." The brunette says, watching his girlfriend's hair stand up as soon as she feels him on the underside of her exposed thighs.

-"I want you to fuck me, right here, right now," Y/n said as if it were a request Nathan would never refuse.

-Really? Won't you let me play with you a little longer?" the man mouthed, receiving no answer. "You win, baby." the brunette said, climbing back onto her body and taking off the tie that had been used to blindfold her. "I'm all yours"