#and hold a hand up to his head like he actually got hit

[starkeysprincess]

this isn’t necessarily a request bc it would be a pretty long story but can we talk about rafe channeling his need to be in control into being a dom? maybe when he’s a little older he finally “straightens up” and becomes successful in the city but only bc of how he lets off steam behind closed doors. i see him as not being crazy towards the women he doms and being more mature to not let his past affect how he treats them but he’s very distant and contractual and not really affectionate past routine after care either 🤔 except of course when reader meets him and he doesn’t understand why he can’t stop thinking about her, and bc i’m a sucker for the trope especially if she’s a virgin or inexperienced and normally he’d end the arrangement bc of it but for some reason can’t bring himself to 🙂‍↕️ so he instead tells her since this is what she signed up for he won’t hold back on the intensity of their sessions (he does anyways at first) and she agrees with no hesitation bc she’s hoping this is how she can get closer to him while being completely naive to what bdsm is actually like. as you can see i’ve been thinking about this concept a lot lol i’d love to hear just your thoughts on the idea!

hi baby, so sorry i'm now getting to this, i've been a bit scattered brain but this is giving me 50 shades of grey from what you talked abt hehe i hope you enjoy my thoughts on the idea <3

warnings: buzzcut daddy rafe, rafe is in his late 20s, virginity loss, choking, unprotected sex, spitting, small mentions of gagging, being blindfolded + tied & i think thats it but lmk if i missed anything

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

in my opinion, i can see him being in his late 20s around the time he’s moved to the city & successful. he knows just how successful he is due to women practically throwing themselves onto him any chance they can get (that’s so real).

he’s found that he releases all of his pent up frustrations and stress when he doms women to be the best way to relieve himself. of course he doesn’t just kick them to the curb immediately after he fucks them but he also doesn’t do much after the standard and basic after care either which is a big improvement for him versus how he was with women in his past.

for some reason, I can see him seeing several different women but he never sleeps with the same woman more than once. well, at least, not until he meets reader, which he meets her at an upscale bar in the city when he’s out celebrating with his co-workers.

he’s sitting at the bar with his co-workers while she’s making drinks for other customers. she walks over to him and his group, leaning against the bar, asking what they would like & his ears perk up at the sound of her angelic voice, making him whip his head around and he’s in awe.

throughout the entire night, he noticed her not so subtle flirting with him as she worked & he’s consistently stealing glances towards her direction. for that entire night, he barely listened to anything his co-workers said, he was too focused on the pretty little thing that was working behind the bar up until his group decided to call it a night.

Rafe wasn’t sure what it was about her but something about her aura kept pulling him back in & ever since that night, he’s found himself going back to that same upscale bar to see her. it wasn’t until one particular slow night, he finally got the chance to talk to her. the two of them instantly hitting hit off, flirting with one another.

the night ends with her going home with him. they can’t keep their hands off each other as they barge into his apartment, quickly making their way to his bedroom. their hands tearing each others clothing off before he’s pushing her down into his bed.

her moans are muffled by his mouth on hers as his fingers are buried deep inside her sopping heat. he’s relishing the way she can barely take two of his thick fingers, “you’re so fuckin’ tight, practically drippin’ down my fingers”.

“shit, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’ve never had a cock in you before” he groans in her ear and he immediately notices how her face turns red, making him freeze in realization and she’s quick to apologize, “fuck, I’m sorry, I was gonna tell you”.

normally he would end the night right then and there, which he’s had to a few times before due to not wanting to have to be gentle with a woman who was a virgin and inexperienced. but with the way you’re looking at him with those big, doe eyes, and for the simple fact that he can’t seem to get enough of you already, he can’t help but let out a heavy sigh, not being able to bring himself to turn you down, not when you're sitting there lookin' all pretty and angelic.

“if you’re lookin’ for a gentle, slow, fuck, you’re not gonna get it here because i won’t be holdin’ back” he mutters, the contrast between his tone and the way he’s caressing her face is far from rough. “i’m gonna ask you this one time cause I’m not gonna be gentle with you. you sure you still wanna do this?” he questions her, studying her face.

she nods, making him grip her chin, forcing her to look up at him, "need to hear you say it, baby". her eyes widen and she pouts, "i want you to fuck me, please, rafe" and he can't help but chuckle at the desperation in her voice.

before she even knew it, she was splayed out on her back with her leg over his shoulder, his hand wrapped around her throat and his cock buried deep inside of her. the harder his strokes, the more his hand tightened around her neck, making her moan and clench around him.

he moves his hand from her throat to grab her face. “open, baby” he commands, squeezing her cheeks, prying her mouth open. she gasps in surprise when she feels his spit coat her tongue before she swallows, causing rafe to groan at her eagerness.

he takes in the sight of her pleasure-ridden face and he can tell she’s close with the way her warm, wet, walls flutter around his cock. he watches the way her eyes roll back into her head, her cries of pleasure as she cums on his cock is like music to his ears.

his own orgasm is approaching and he pulls out of her, wrapping his hand around his shaft, stroking himself before groaning as his pearly, thick, cum paints her stomach.

that was the first time she slept with rafe cameron. she didn’t know what she was getting herself into but she didn’t care, she just wanted him.

ever since that night, the pair made an arrangement and for the past month and a half, she’d meet him at his apartment at least once a week. it started off with choking and spanking at first.

but the more she saw him, the rougher and more intense he would fuck her, whether that was blindfolding, tying her up, or gagging her until she was nothing but a trembling, crying mess.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

tags: @oceandriveab / @babygorewhore / @drudyslut / @drewstarkeyslut / @rafesthroatbaby / @rafescurtainbangz / @sturnioloshacker / @heartsforvin / @espressomunson / @crvptidgf / @redhead1180 / @eddieslut69 / @xxbimbobunnyxx / @hallecarey1 / @eternalbuckley / @kisses4angel / @hyperfixationgirl / @emilysuperswag / @maiiuelle / @saintlike05 / @rylie-m / @rafeinterlude / @lilacheavenn / @monkichixo / @native2princess / @ihe4rttwd / @zyafics / @peterpan-neverfails

[jflemings]

— the smallest man who ever lived pt2

pairing: jessie fleming x reader (piper’s world)

synopsis: jessie’s morning gets disrupted

warnings: piper’s birth father

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And I don't even want you back, I just want to know / If rusting my sparkling summer was the goal / And I don't miss what we had, but could someone give / A message to the smallest man who ever lived?

jessie pulls up to the small cafe with a huff. she’d been out picking up some essentials the three of you needed when she thought to stop by your local cafe to get some hot drinks and muffins for you all. the rain continues to hit her windshield rhythmically and she pulls up her hood and gets out of her car.

the canadian keeps her head ducked and her hands stuffed in her pockets as a shiver runs up her spine. the small bell above the door jingles and warm air hits the apples of her cheeks, making her sigh.

“hi jessie!” april, the young barista, says cheerily “your regular?”

she nods “add a hot chocolate and a medium caramel latte, too please” she smiles

april begins punching it into the register before holding her arm out to the display case full of treats “we’ve got freshly baked muffins this morning! added a new mars bar flavour too”

jessie’s eyes scan over the various flavours of muffins “can i get one blueberry and white chocolate, one apple and cinnamon aaand…” jessie pauses and squints, leaning forward slightly “one of the mars bar ones too please” she says with a small huff.

april cracks a smile as she directs jessie’s attention to the card reader “just twenty four dollars!”

“thanks april” she smiles before having a seat near the door. she leans her forearms on the table and pulls out her phone to respond to texts from you she knows are unread. she continues to scroll for a little bit before an uneasy feel settles over her. jessie ignores it, shaking out her shoulders before settling back.

a tingle crawls up her spine and the midfielder suddenly feels like she’s being watched. she flexes her hand and looks up subtly, scanning her eyes over each of the patrons before settling on a man on the other side of the small cafe.

a hot flash of fury washes over jessie and she struggles to keep her expression neutral. she flexes her hand again and looks at her watch before looking to the counter where april is finishing making her order. she doesn’t spare another glance at the man as she stands and tucks her chair in, pocketing her phone and stepping towards the counter.

in her peripheral vision she sees him stand and suddenly becomes rooted in her spot.

“jessie!” april calls sweetly, placing a tray and paper bag down “here ya go”

“thanks april” she says “have a good day”

april nods and waves as jessie goes to turn before the man grabs her elbow. she stills and slowly looks from his hand to his face. “can i help you” you says rhetorically, her eyes stone cold.

“jessie, we need to talk” your ex says

she briefly looks back at april to make sure she’s not watching before turning back to him “actually, i need to get home” she grits before shooting a glance at his hand “let go of me”

liam listens and drops his hand from her elbow before holding his hands up in surrender “i just want to talk”

“i think you made your stance pretty clear at meadow park” she says lowly, “there’s nothing more to say really” she shrugs and walks out of the cafe with liam still hot on her trail.

“what did you expect me to say? that i didn’t mind the fact that my ex girlfriend, the mother of my child, took my little girl away from me?” he says forcefully “because i’m not, i deserve to know piper”

jessie stills as she gets to her car. she breathes in and out deeply in an attempt to calm the anger that’s bubbling in her stomach “y/n didn’t take piper away and you made your choice.” she says as she turns “and honestly, i don’t want to fucking hear it. i don’t care how entitled you think you are, after dragging her through hell and back you don’t deserve anything”

liam’s jaw clenches and his eyes narrow “you don’t know what choice i made”

“she broke up with you because she discovered she was a lesbian, told you she was pregnant and then you told her to fuck off. even after that she still continued to try to contact you so you could meet piper, and you told her that you didn’t even want to know the name of your child” jessie relays calmly. “i know enough”

“but she didn’t even ask me why i did it, why i didn’t want to be a dad! i’m older now and i regret what i did. i want to know my daughter” liam says more calmly, but just as stern “and i was hoping that you’d understand, or at the very least tell y/n to contact me”

jessie huffs “your name isn’t on the birth certificate. legally, she’s not your child” she shrugs before walking to the drivers side door.

when jessie walks through the door of your shared place she’s immediately met with the sound of small feet running.

“mama mama!” piper shouts before stopping directly in front of her, holding up a piece of paper “look at what i drew!” she shouts as she holds it proudly.

jessie leans down “that’s really good pip!”

“that’s auntie sammy and auntie caitlin, and auntie katie, and auntie leah, and stephy, calvy and dean” she lists off as she points to the numerous figures on the page “and guro and auntie ky!” she concludes with a smile on her face.

jessie nods and tilts her chin, signalling piper to follow her to the kitchen.

“they’re all playing football! and katie and sammy are fighting like they do sometimes” she says cheerily “and calvy is the ref, see” she slaps the paper on the counter for jessie to see. low and behold, there’s steph’s dog calvin dressed in a bright yellow referee’s shirt with a whistle around his neck “dean is on the sidelines and guro is the goalie”

“that’s really good pip, do you wanna put it in your folder for safe keeping?” jessie asks as she begins to unload the few groceries she stopped to get.

piper nods “can you help?”

“go get it and i’ll put it in a sleeve”

piper excitedly runs off, almost running into your legs as you come down the hallway. you swerve and turn to jess “guro in goal is funnier than calvin being the ref”

“i’m sure she’d love that” jessie says as she playfully rolls her eyes.

you grab the empty tote bag the two of you use for groceries and begin to fold it up, only now noticing the slight dip in jessie’s demeanour. you notice the tray of drinks and paper bag and take your latte and muffin, unwrapping the treat and picking big chunks out of it.

“what’s up with you?” you ask through a mouthful of blueberry and white chocolate

“what do you mean?” jessie says as she sips her drink

you give her a flat look “jessie”

she closes her eyes and runs her hand over her face “i ran into liam at the cafe and we had words” she sighs.

your stomach drops and you pause your picking “what did he say to you”

“that he deserves to know piper” the canadian places the cup on the counter and traces the lid with her finger “just throwing himself a fucking pity party, really”

you widen your eyes in mild surprise. jessie wasn’t one to casually swear, especially if there was a chance that piper was within earshot “and what did you say?” you lean on the counter and jessie bites her lip. she takes a long sip of her coffee and licks her lips

“that he doesn’t deserve anything and that his name isn’t on the birth certificate so piper isn’t legally his child” she says quietly to you, not looking into your eyes “obviously neither am i, but he was saying how pip is his kid, and he was calling her his little girl, and i just kinda snapped” she says as she ducks her head.

you smile and walk to the other side of the kitchen island and wrap your arms around jessie’s waist, hugging her side. you kiss her cheek and lean your head on her shoulder as her hand comes up to cup your cheek “you could be, y’know” you say quietly to her before propping your chin up on her shoulder “if you want it, we could put your name on the birth certificate”

jessie turns to you with wide eyes, her mouth is slightly agape “you mean adoption? like, i adopt piper?”

you shrug “why not”

she opens her mouth to speak again before piper comes back into the kitchen. she’s dressed in plastic pink heels, a mini mccabe ireland jersey, an old birthday crown from her second birthday and a singular dress up glove. in her hands is her art folder.

“mama” she says as she holds the folder out “i tried to get it in but it didn’t work”

you try to stifle a laugh as your daughter comes to jessie’s side with a little down on her face “i didn’t want to rip it”

jessie takes the folder off her and opens it to where she’d tried to get her most recent artwork into a plastic sleeve. she carefully pulls out the paper and flattens it before sliding it in easily.

you reach around jessie’s back and tug on the shoulder of the small ireland jersey she’s got on “where’d you get this from?”

“katie” piper responds “to add to my collection!”

you hum “did you say thank you?”

“of course i said thank you” she drags out dramatically “i know my manners mumma”

“good girl” you praise as you twirl one of her little pigtails.

jessie hands the display folder back to the little girl “here you go pip” she says as she adjusts the crown on piper’s head “there’s a hot chocolate and muffin here for you” she says

piper smiles and holds the folder close to her chest “thank you mama!” piper exclaims “i’ll go put this away and then come back” she says before running back to her room, her little plastic heels clicking against the floor.

your girlfriend turns her head to look at you as you tighten your grip on her “the adoption thing… are you sure?”

you lean further into her “i am” you nod “and if that’s something you want, we can look into it, see what the process is since she wasn’t born here”

“it is something i want” jessie nods as she leans her head on yours “if we can’t do it here we could go back to australia for christmas? it would be good to see your family” she thinks out loud.

“i agree” you say as you pick at your muffin again before holding the piece up to jessie’s mouth. “are you okay? after seeing liam?” you ask her quietly.

jessie chews on the muffin “i’m fine. i thought i’d be more hostile but i was okay”

you aimlessly run your finger over the drink hole in the cardboard tray “i, uhm” you pause “i think i want to talk to him” you admit quietly, not looking at jessie.

her hands squeeze your arms that are around your waist “yeah?”

“for answers” you continue “i thought i was fine with not knowing but now that he’s here, i don’t think i can live the rest of my life without closure”

jessie runs her hands up and down your arms “okay” she says “if that’s what you want”

you hook your chin over the round of her shoulder so that you’re looking directly at the side of her face “it is, but only if you’re there with me”

“i wouldn’t be anywhere else”

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU pt 66

part 1 | part 65 | ao3

cw: i don’t do drugs, dad, it’s only marijuana

“Uh,” Steve splutters, choking on his own spit. “Is that wise?”

It’s a question Eddie gives zero fucks about, apparently, because he’s already lighting a joint — cherry bright, shadows sharp, chin held aloft as he hollows his cheeks. “Extremely,” he croaks, blowing smoke out in a thick ring.

Steve’s mouth flattens to a frown. “Literally how?” he begs to know. “I thought we were supposed to be, like, fortifying our defenses. Building our mind shields or whatever the fuck.”

“Au contraire, mon frère.” Eddie takes a hit and holds it. “We are fighting a psychic wizard. Therefore…” Another toke, another trail of perfect smoke rings, ducklings lined up big to small. “It stands to reason that we should trash his battlefield.”

It stands to reason we should what?

“…Ohhhhhh,” Steve nods when he gets it. He reaches up to take the joint, tipping his chin in thanks when Eddie slots it into the V of his fingers, and squints as he sips in a quick puff; adds a French inhale at the end of a second huge hit. Eddie’s not the only one who knows how to do cool tricks. “So this is like the time we let a bunch of cows loose on Thompson’s field the night before the homecoming game.”

“Yeah, exactly— well- well, no, actually, not like that, what in the Indiana bumpkin fuck—? Never mind.” Eddie tosses his hair and rocks on his heels, and Steve can’t help but snort as he watches him shake himself clear like a little Eddie Etch-A-Sketch. “Important things only,” Eddie mumbles to himself. “Essentials,” he’s saying, “Essentials. What are essentials?”

And meanwhile Steve is saying: “Eddie-A-Sketch.”

Eddie hollers a startled cackle as he whips his head around, his face all squiggly with confusion, brows pinched, nostrils flared. “Steve, what the hell?”

Steve giggles uncontrollably. “Etch-A-Skeddie? No—”

“Holy shit.” He scrubs his hands down his face and laughs weakly at the ceiling. “How much weed did you just smoke?”

From anyone else it would sound like scolding, but Eddie just pulls out a few more joints, sticks three in his mouth at once, and mumbles good-naturedly, “Lemme catch up, I guess. Christ.”

While Eddie smokes enough weed to briefly hotbox a room with a hole in the floor, Steve watches the water ripple, spellbound by shimmering shapes in the dark for what feels like decades until he remembers all at once that it fucking sucks in here. It’s cold, and he’s starving, and his back is kinda stiff. “Hey…”

He looks over his shoulder, rolling into the stretch. Eddie’s doing some weird noodly shit in a corner, bent at the waist with his arms pretzeled overhead, swinging side to side, the ends of his hair sweeping the dusty, splintered planks. “Hey! Eddie.”

“Hmm?”

“Weren’t we supposed to be finding supplies?”

“Oh, shit.” Eddie swings himself upright; starts pacing back and forth. “Shit, yeah. What did we need?”

“Besides food and water?”

“Booze!” He steps onto a pile of boxes just to hop back down again. “Booze, music, more drugs…”

More drugs. Great idea.

Steve plucks the stubby remnant of a joint up off the floor; Eddie spins around on tiptoe to peer out the boathouse window, and when he looks back at Steve he’s got a Cheshire cat grin. “Say, Steve-o. Stevie boy. Svennie—”

“I’ll kill you,” Steve coughs around a mouthful of smoke.

“Since I’m pretty sure we’re one hundred percent going to jail for, uh. All of this…” He waves his arms around at their whole situation, then gestures invitingly to the house at the top of the hill. “Whaddaya say we add breaking and entering to the list?”

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[sarosfilms]

gingerbread accident

chris sturniolo x fab!reader

a thank you for 100+ followers.

summary: based on this video, the aftermath.

word count: 560

genre: fluff

warnings: slight gamer!reader, bad writing (i'm actually going insane i don't like this blurb at all)

You heard quite a few voices yelling over each other. You had decided to hang out in Chris’ room downstairs while they filmed for their wednesday video. You were sitting, playing some fortnite on Chris’ pc as you heard a couple of things falling and was really curious what they were doing upstairs. You knew they were filming relating to Christmas and gingerbread houses but why were they throwing things? There was a bunch of giggling and laughing echoing throughout the house. 

“What?” You heard. Slam.

“Are you serious?” Chris’ voice echoed. “I’m going to have to take a shower ‘cause of how much-,” slam. Seriously what is going on in this video. A bunch of slapping and hitting echoing included laughing. What the fuck? “Thank you guys so much for watching,” you heard as you waited for Matt’s scream into the camera. You decided that was your cue to stop queuing into a game and hurriedly climbed up the steps. You immediately were greeted with three messy boys, white frosting all over them. Matt had taken off his shirt already, meanwhile Nick and Chris both had it all over their shirts and even on their arms. To say you were having a hard time comprehending the situation unfolded in front of you would be an understatement. The whole kitchen table had frosting on it and you looked to the side and immediately saw the gingerbread house on the floor.

A sigh escaped your lips before you spoke up, their eyes already on you, grinning at you and giggling. “What happened?” you asked, dumbfounded. You glanced over at your boyfriend who somehow had the most frosting on him. “Chris…” He looked at you with a shit-eating grin on his face. He pointed at Nick, childishly blaming his older brother. “Nick-,” 

“Y/n, I need you to watch this,” Nick spoke, grabbing the camera with what you hoped were clean hands, walking over to you. He went to the part where Matt had thrown the gingerbread house at Chris and missed. Then he fast forwarded to the three of them, throwing things at each other with frosting and sprinkles. You giggled at your boyfriend's reactions, already hearing them through the floor earlier. “Chris deserved it,” Nick teasingly smiled over at the younger boy, observing the mess he made.

You heard the younger boy huff as he came over to you, about to wrap his arms around your waist until you stopped him. “Woah, Chris, no,” you shook your head disapprovingly, swiftly walking away from his widening arms. “There is no way you are touching me with your nasty frosting covered arms.”

You glanced behind you, seeing your boyfriend running behind you to grab you. He eventually got a hold of your arm, trapping you. He held you from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist as he began to smother your face with the leftover frosting. Your weak attempt at pushing him away failed miserably. “Chris,” you whined, unhappy with your face now covered in white frosting. “Baby, now I’m gonna have to shower.” 

“Join me,” he smirked, his hold on your waist tightening. You moved your face towards his chest, your body turning around.

“Baby, you did this, you clean it up,” you spoke up. 

“Fine, let’s go, baby,” he said, pulling your arm as he walked towards the stairs. 

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

How would Ryusei, Akkun, Mitsuya and Mikey react to their partner taking a knife for them

Sure! Here's how I think the four of them would react!

Ryusei-

"Huh!?" Isn't entirely sure what just happened, one minute he's messing around and toying with a guy while fighting him and the next you're bleeding in his arms. It was just so quick.

He can vaguely here Kojiro in the background, beating the guy up, hitting him over and over for you. But he focuses on you, he tries talking to you and getting you to talk back.

Is more shocked then worried at first, I mean he was stabbed and ended up fine so you will be too right??? Right???

Once he notices all the blood and your unresponsiveness, his whole demeanour changes though. He still tries to smile and crack jokes with you but he's also crying and it's clear the smiles are fake.

Doesn't remember calling the ambulance but vaguely knows he did.

Tries to stay positive in the waiting room but everyone around him can see the anxiety in his eyes and how he won't stop fidgeting.

When you wake up he's so happy to see you! Can't stop grinning and lightly touching you with hugs and hand holding. He also makes a joke that Kojiro nearly cried because he was so scared which makes Kojiro yell it was actually Ryusei who cried!

Akkun

The second he's sees you get stabbed he jumps into action, he knows he probably can't physically beat the guy to get him away and make sure he doesn't stab you again. So he does the only thing he can think of, he practically dives on top of you, covering your body with his so he'll take any other attacks.

Luckily nothing comes though since his friends jump in to help out. Akkun gets off of you slowly, he's almost too afraid to look, too afraid that you'll already be gone.

Breathes a sigh of relief when he sees you're still breathing, immediately calls the ambulance and is very informative with them.

He does his best to stay calm the whole time, takes deep breaths as he desperately tries to stop the bleeding. He can't save you if he loses his head.

Says nothing in the waiting room, the stress has made him too tired, instead he just sits there, leaning forward with his head in his hands as he waits.

Tries to stay calm when he sees you too, doesn't want you to get stressed but he still ends up crying tears of joy as he sees that you're ok.

Mitsuya

Yells your name so loudly that everyone around stops what they're doing to turn and look.

He's never moved as fast in his life to get to you. Doesn't pay any attention to the guy aside from casually punching him to the side. He knows Draken's right on his back and will happily take care of the guy for him.

He seems totally frantic as he leans over you, calling your name but his actions are always very gentle. Carefully moving clothing so he can see the wound and apologising to you before applying pressure.

He knows you're unresponsive right now but hopes you can still somehow hear him, he tries to tell you that everything will be ok, that he's got you.

Practically begs the paramedics to save you, telling them he can't lose you.

While in the waiting room, he blames himself a lot. Thinking he should've been faster or that you never should've been targeted because of him in the first place.

He hugs you tightly after you wake up and asks you to promise you'll never do that again. Immediately begins fussing over you after, asking how you feel or if you need anything.

Mikey

His eyes widen as he calls your name softly, almost like he's unsure that you're not just joking with him.

But that changes as soon as you hit the floor, he then charges at the guy hitting him and kicking him until Draken manages to pull him off and direct him over to you.

Mikey assumed the worst, the worst seemed to happen so often in those other timelines so was he just a fool to think it wouldn't happen here too?

But you're still breathing, he still has a chance. Mikey clumsily takes his own jacket off, pressing it to your wound. He just hopes he's doing this right

Talks to you the whole time, telling you how much he loves you and how you can't leave him yet. In his panic and desperation he even proposes, saying he's been wanting to bring it up for awhile now.

Strokes your hair in the ambulance

Openly gets a bit teary eyed in the waiting room but tries to stay positive for you.

Full on cries when he sees you're awake, hugging you and refusing to let go. He basically refuses to leave your bed. He's just so relieved.

[toxycodone]

oh my goddd Laios gag reflex? Choking on your cock?

Him sucking you off for a few minutes and then you start to move your hips juuuust a little bit... He can handle you going a little deeper right? He probably doesn't even notice, he's so eager to get you off, and it's only a few centimeters or so...

Gently moving your hips a little closer, one hand on the back of his head to help coax him forward more and more while he eagerly bobs his head. He gags when it hits his throat, and instinctively tries to move his head back. But the gagging feels so good, you just have to thrust into his throat. He gags again, and again, and again, until he's whimpering, drooling on your cock, with tears welling up in his eyes. Imagine how beautiful his face would look while you fuck it.

And when you do finally climax, his throat is too stimulated to swallow your cum, and he coughs it up.

I need to fuck him so bad dude, you're the only guy that understands me 😿

Laios has nooooo skills giving head at all. He accidentally uses too much teeth and is just sloppy and gross but it’s somehow so endearing…I also like, think it’s funny and hot to have him with a sensitive gag reflex so. Canon.

When he starts giving you head he spends so much time just licking and kissing down your length. You tell him to play with your balls (like c’mon dude, stop teasing) and he’s already drooling so much there’s a little lubrication for him to gently massage them with one hand.

And when he does take your cock in his mouth it’s JUST as you described. On point. He takes it really slow, first just licking and sucking on the tip before steadily taking more and more into him. And when he attempts to swallow it down he gags and comes back up quickly.

You let him get some air, but once he comes back down you steadily use your hips to ease more and more into his throat. Laios’s brows are furrowed and his nose is all scrunched up. But he’s trying and trying to hold on to sanity and not vomit as you fuck his throat. His large, plush hands start to unfurl and let go of your bedsheets as Laios finally relaxes and steadies himself. You take the opportunity to place your hand on his head grip his short hair in your fist so you can be in control of things now.

His deep breaths through his nose when you withdraw enough from his throat and pathetic gags and whimpers are all you can hear. The warm wetness and texture of his throat is all you can feel. And when you look down at Laios and see his bright red face and tear stained cheeks you can’t help but bust a fat load down his throat without warning. You’d feel bad if it wasn’t so sexy.

And when he coughs out your cum, Laios is actually embarrassed. He knows he isn’t the best at this, him giving head is also not the most pretty experience seeming as he got drool EVERYWHERE. Plus, he enjoys the taste of you and he’s not going to let it go to waste.

Laios apologizes. Then licks up the cum and drool he spit out as he sniffles and whimpers, wiping his eyes with his fist before it trails down to start massaging his sore throat….

GOD.

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Congrats on the followers! May I request “Can’t Catch Me Now” by Olivia Rodrigo for Crosshair?

Hello Anon,

Thank you for such a wonderful song request: Can't Catch Me Now by Olivia Rodrigo.

I hope you enjoyed my interpretation of it.

I do apologize for the delay as mentioned in my previous post, things got hectic this week.

Love oo

Can't Catch Me Now

Warnings: Pain, grief, mentions of torture, follows Season 3 finale, mentions of nightmares, trauma, tender feelings. I think that's all of it, if I miss anything please let me know.

Italics - flashback

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Crosshair limped his way off the transport, fighting the pain from the bruises he received, on the bright side his hand was no longer shaking. 

However, it seemed the rain followed them from Tantiss to Pabu. It wasn’t even a light drizzle, this was a tropical storm at it’s finest, just sheets upon sheets of rain pounding the ground, preventing his vision from taking in his surroundings. At least he wasn’t as hampered as his brothers though with their vision.  

As soon as you saw the shuttle’s lights, you didn’t hesitate and ran to the ramp. You couldn’t care less how much it rained, how windy it got, you needed to see him. You needed to hold him in your arms, to quiet the voices that told you, you’d lost him forever. 

When he escaped from Tantiss with Omega, he barely even looked at you. It was impossible to even hear his voice, as soon as he knew you were around, he clammed up and refused to talk to you or around you. However, slowly with the help of Omega and his brothers, he started to heal, started to open up to you again. In fact, things were starting to progress when Ventress visited.

You sat watching Omega train with Ventress, amazed by the abilities Ventress possessed and also by the complete 180 switch in her personality. She was nothing like you learned from the holo-briefings you used to be a part of. 

You couldn’t help letting out a giggle, as drool from Batcher’s lip slipped down onto your trousers. She had claimed your lap as her own, half her body covered one thigh, while her head rested on your other thigh. Not that you minded really, thankfully you had a boulder to lean against, so her weight wasn’t as unbearable as it could have been as you gently stroked her head. 

“You can go in, I’m sure that position isn’t as comfortable as you make it seem.”

You turned your head to see the snarly look of your favourite sniper.

“It’s okay.” You couldn’t help but smile at his sour face, “I’m someone’s pillow currently.” You pointed at Batcher. Even though it was almost imperceptible you could see the side of his mouth crook up in a smile. “Sit.” You patted the spot beside you.

“I think you’re confusing me with the mutt on your lap.”

“Not at all.” You smiled at him, “Because if I asked you to sit, you would’ve grunted a no and then walked off. This way, you don’t have a chance to reject my offer.” He didn’t say much, he simply crooked his eyebrow as he looked at you, you let out a sigh of annoyance “Alright fine, would you kindly please keep me company and sit with me?”

“Wow, look at that manners.” He teased as he sat down beside you, flicking his toothpick at your arm, a self-satisfied grin slowly appearing on his face. 

You simply rolled your eyes as you wiped off the spot he hit on your arm, shaking your head as you hid your smirk, turning your attention back to Omega. 

Silence filled the space between the two of you as you both kept an eye on Omega and Ventress, it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, it was actually rather nice. Peaceful. And if you two had been talking this entire time, you probably would’ve kept this silence going. 

However, you’d been dying to hear his voice ever since he appeared beside you, and waiting half an hour was long enough to let him feel comfortable beside you, before you forced him to actually talk.

“How are you feeling today?” You softly asked. 

Crosshair simply shrugged, he didn’t react to your question outside of stretching out his legs in front of him, “Better … well somewhat …” he let out a sigh of defeat, “truthfully, not really.”

“Is it the nightmares, again?” 

He turned to look at you, his eyes narrowing full of annoyance and accusations, he didn’t respond, letting his eyes do the talking.

“I didn’t ask and no one told me.” You held up your hand in surrender, hoping he’d believe you, “But …” you gently rubbed the back of your neck as your eyes shifted from his eyes to the ground, “your guys’ house is right next to mine and your bedroom window faces mine.” 

You shifted your focus, paying attention to Batcher, stroking her behind her ears. 

Cross focused his attention back on Omega, his annoyance and anger diminishing as you explained. It took him a minute before he finally answered.

“They come and go.”

You nodded, as you listened, “Is there anything that triggers them?”

“Not from what I can figure. Tech…” his voice faltered for a second, “if Tech was here, he’d probably would’ve figured it out soon enough. Probably would’ve figured out how to fix my hand too.”

You fought the tears that always sprung up when you thought of Tech, you cleared your throat as you focused back on the subject at hand, “Do you wanna talk about it? About the nightmares? Sometimes talking helps.”

“No.” 

It was the only answer he was going to give and you weren’t going to push it either, you simply nodded as you focused back on Omega.

“You know I’m always here for you. I’ve always been here for you. So if you need someone to catch you, I’ll be there”

“You can’t catch me.”

“I’m sorry?” You turned to look at him.

“I’m falling. Falling into despair, and … I know you want to be there for me. I know. However, the truth is you can’t catch me. You can’t stop me from falling. I … I don’t want you to be tainted by my own demons.”

For the first time since he came back, you both finally looked into each other’s eyes, you offered a soft smile, “I’m not afraid of being tainted, and maybe I won’t be able to stop you from falling, but that doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying.”

So here you were, waiting for him to come off this shuttle as you gripped your arms doing your best to stay warm despite the cold rain. 

As soon as your eyes landed on Crosshair trudging along, holding his arm against his stomach protecting it from the elements. He looked exhausted, in pain and just done. The moment his foot hit the floor of Pabu, you didn’t wait, you rushed over, jumping to wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer and holding him as tight as you possibly could. 

Despite the fact, you were prepared he’d toss you aside not wanting close contact, you were surprised when he didn’t push you away. Instead of feeling him pull away, he gently and tenderly wrapped his arm around you, pulling you impossibly close as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. 

The two of you stood there holding each other despite the rain, despite the pain he was in. You both ignored the looks and shocked expressions on everyone else’s faces as they stood watching the two of you.

Crosshair let out a shaky breath as he found comfort in your arms and peace. In truth, he found his home. He finally felt like someone had caught him. That you caught him, and he wasn’t going to walk away. Not now. Not ever. 

“Please don’t let me fall.” He mumbled into your neck.

“Never. I’ll never let you fall. I’ll catch you every time.”

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Batter Up: Chapter 4 of 5

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Rated: Explicit

Summary: This fluffy story is about Baseball Player Steve Harrington, meeting Rock Star Eddie Munson and the whirlwind 1-week romance turned committed relationship. They're instantly obsessed with one another, but neither knows how to take things to the next level. Enjoy Steve being a love-sick idiot! (The story turns explicit in Chapter 4, other chapters are all fluff).

The sexy chapter. I don't write smut without feelings in it though, so you know there is some sentimental stuff attached to their boys getting freaky. (And of course some comedy).

Read Chapter 4 below, or [read it on Ao3]

Thank you again to @thefreakandthehair for Beta reading.

Graphic made by me!

Eddie leaned over the centre console to kiss him, his hands bracing awkwardly against the door and the back of the chair. Steve shamelessly ran his hand up the back of Eddie’s neck, the keys to his car wrapped around his fingers. “We should… head inside,” Steve said against Eddie’s lips, already missing the methodical kiss. 

“Yeah, alright,” Eddie replied, but made no motion to move as he stayed pressed in close, so their noses could brush together. 

Steve had driven them back to his place from the batting cages. It wasn’t a long drive, and he knew no one was home. Well, he lived alone, but Robin wasn’t going to be around today. She knew he had a date. 

“Need me to help you with the door?” Steve teased gently, smiling, and anticipating another kiss. 

Eddie had kissed him more than a few times since they had gotten into his car, and he wasn’t going to complain about that. “Mmm…” Eddie mused, moved to rub his thumb over Steve’s lips. His gaze was flicking across Steve’s face, settling finally on his mouth. “Okay, big boy,”  Eddie huffed, biting his bottom lip and sitting back in his chair. “You can play chivalry with me.”

Steve sighed an awkward laugh, a bit taken aback by the sudden nickname. He didn’t dislike it, but it felt… degrading. Not in a bad way; Eddie’s tone was playful and flirtatious, but Steve just wasn’t sure what to make of it. He sort of liked being talked down to like that.

He got out of the car anyway, and pocketed his keys before walking around to open Eddie’s door for him. “Thanks,” Eddie quipped, offering Steve his hand as he stepped out. “You’re really milking this, huh?” Steve asked as he held Eddie’s fingers daintily and walked him into the house. 

“Not the only thing I’ll….” Eddie mumbled, and Steve strained to catch the rest of his sentence. Eddie just flashed him a grin and glanced around quickly before looking at Steve expectantly.

“No offense,” Eddie breathed, “but I don’t want a tour. You can show me your place later.”

Steve laughed earnestly this time, changing his grip so he was just holding Eddie’s hand instead of leading him like some kind of damsel. 

“Yeah, alright. No more beating around the bush.” Steve grinned, taking the cue in stride and walking them toward his bedroom.

He liked that Eddie was forward, actually. They’d been dancing around this all week, and now that they were finally able to be intimate, neither of them seemed willing to wait. He liked that. There was no guesswork on whether Eddie wanted to have sex or not, no games to play.

“You have a maid or something?” Eddie asked as Steve flicked on the lights to his room. “No?” Steve replied, obviously confused as he turned to look at Eddie. “Huh… you like things nice and clean, hmm?” Eddie questioned as he took a step forward and started to harmlessly push Steve back toward the bed. Steve moved willingly, finding a small thrill in being backed up across the room. The back of his knees hit the bed and he sat, more than pleased to have Eddie crawl into his lap and straddle him. “All things, or…” Eddie asked, looping his arms over Steve’s shoulders and leaning in.

“Not… all things,” Steve answered lamely, distracted by Eddie’s proximity as he watched his lips. He let his hands snake around Eddie’s middle, pulling him in closer. “That’s good,” Eddie breathed, ducking in, but not letting their lips touch. “I don’t think things would work out if that was the case. You want me to dirty you up a bit, sweetheart?” 

It was like a spell was being cast on him or something. Steve felt the world outside his room fall away as he focused on Eddie and pulled in those words. He had experienced women talking to him provocatively, and he liked a bit of that in bed, but there was something completely different about the way Eddie did it. He felt so… powerful, so dynamic, and Steve was aware that he felt compelled to say ‘yes’ to everything. “Yes…” Steve replied, feeling like he wasn’t allowed to close the distance between them. Eddie groaned a bit at his answer, and Steve felt his fingers along the hemline of his shirt. Steve moved without being asked, leaning back and raising his arms so Eddie could peel his shirt off. His hair frizzed up, but he didn’t have time to think about it as Eddie’s hands fell to him and he pressed in for a heated kiss. Just like it had been at the batting cage, Steve opened his mouth with a groan as Eddie fed his fingers through the hair on his chest and kissed him deeply. 

Eddie kissed like he was trying to lick the back of his throat and Steve pressed into it eagerly before twisting and tossing Eddie onto the bed. He gasped, but Steve was quick to kiss him again, crawling over top of him and moaning at the way Eddie pulled him in close. “Fuck, you’re strong,” Eddie gravelled, his voice low as he spread his legs for Steve to slot between. 

“And you’re—” Steve tried, getting interrupted by kisses. “Beautiful.” Eddie snorted at the compliment, and hit Steve hard in the shoulder. It was playful, but Steve couldn’t say he understood the reaction. “Man, shut up,” Eddie laughed, sounding charmed. “You’re so fucking corny. Fuck off.”

Steve chuckled a bit in reply, kissing the corner of Eddie’s mouth and down across his cheek. He liked that Eddie found him amusing, but he didn’t want him to think this was a joke. “I mean it… you know,” Steve sighed, kissing Eddie's ear. He noted that Eddie grew quiet, and his body started to arch incrementally upward. “You’re gorgeous.” Eddie groaned, and Steve took that as a good sign as he ducked toward Eddie’s neck and started to suck hickeys into his skin. “Y–you too, you know,” Eddie swallowed, twisting to expose more of his neck. “But I’m sure—I’m sure all the boys—tell you that.” “You’d be surprised,” Steve retorted easily, indulging in kissing Eddie’s skin. “You’re the first guy, actually…” Steve didn’t think much of his comment, more just pleased to be doing this finally with Eddie, as he ran a hand up Eddie’s side to expose his skin. He wanted to properly see those tattoos—count them—and maybe after they were done he’d ask all about them. Kiss every single one. God, Eddie was everything he had dreamed of. “What?” Eddie asked, not squirming away, but changing the atmosphere in the room completely with his deadpan question. “Huh?” Steve blinked, leaning back so he could look at Eddie properly. “Did you say… I’m the first guy?” Eddie asked, brows pinched in. “What do… what do you mean by that?”

Steve stared for a beat, feeling more like a fish than a man as he gaped. He wasn’t really sure how to answer that. What had he said? That Eddie was the first guy? Was that wrong for him to have commented on?

“That… what? Nothing, just… you’re the first guy to say that to me. I’ve never… honestly, I’ve never been in a situation like this with a guy before,” Steve replied genuinely, the confusion evident on his face. ”What?” Eddie asked again, sitting up a bit and forcing Steve to sit back. “What do you— you mean you’re an ass-virgin?” As soon as the words left his mouth, a flush spread across Eddie’s face, and he looked away from Steve. “God—uh, sorry—why did I say it like that? Jesus—I mean, uh…” Eddie waffled, his face growing redder by the minute. It was actually adorable, and Steve couldn’t help but chuckle at him. 

“Yeah, I’m an ass-virgin,” he teased, only feeling a small blow to his ego at the phrase. “But I’m uh, far from a virgin-virgin.” Eddie looked back at him, but kept his lips pressed together, mortified still but seemingly keeping it together. Sex was weird like that, and Steve had sex enough not to be overly embarrassed by slip ups like this. Hell, he sort of liked that they were being real about it from the get-go, and it gave him an opportunity to ask the real pressing question here. “Just so… we get it out of the way,” Steve swallowed, sitting back on his heels, “I get physicals a lot—real ones. So, uh, I know I’m clean.” Eddie blinked at him and then raised his hands in front of his chest, looking shocked that they were just talking about this. “Oh—yeah, me too. Yeah, I mean, I’m uh… I just got out of rehab. You have to go through a lot of doctors, and I haven’t… I’ve been checked since the last time I slept with anyone,” Eddie confessed, his body language awkward despite the fact that Steve could see something hard behind his eyes. 

It felt like Eddie was testing him or something. Like he was checking to see how Steve would react to being told that he was in rehab recently. Steve knew about Eddie’s rehab, but he appreciated that Eddie was willing to be so direct about something like that. “But, good to know I won’t get gonorrhoea when I suck your dick,” Eddie quipped. Okay, maybe a bit too direct. 

Steve blinked and looked away, not exactly sure how to respond to that. It was funny, right? Eddie was trying to alleviate the tension after such a serious conversation? But there was still the whole—

“Do you know how this works?” Eddie asked, his tone a bit softer. 

Steve looked back at him, putting together what he meant, slowly.

“Sex? Like, sex with a guy?” Steve asked. “Yeah, I know how… sex works. I’ve just never… actually done it. Just, uh, by myself.” Eddie’s eyes flicked up to him at that, and Steve watched something simmer there as Eddie stared. It was intimidating, but it evoked that same desire to just ‘say yes’ to everything. It was hot. 

“That’s good…” Eddie replied quietly, a controlled quality to his voice. “I’m out of practice there, so…” 

Silence fell over them, and Steve wasn’t really sure what to do. It felt like Eddie was asking him something, but he wasn’t totally sure. He had gone into this expecting to have sex—expecting Eddie to fuck him—but now he wasn’t sure if that was what Eddie wanted. So much for being forward.

“Do you want to… bottom?” Eddie asked as the silence continued, and Steve paused for a beat as those words sunk in. He had thought it was obvious, but now that he was considering it, he supposed it was strange that he had just assumed he was going to bottom. Why had he assumed that? Probably because he could screw women the same way he’d screw a guy, and he had done that enough to know that he liked it. But Eddie wasn’t a woman, so of course Steve wanted to experience ‘bottoming.’ That was…. Why was that his preference? 

“Yeah, unless you don’t want to…” Steve offered as a compromise, still keen on sleeping with Eddie even if he didn’t want to top. “No, no—” Eddie replied quickly, “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all week. I like it both ways, but your, uh… first time like this. Are you sure you want… me?”

Steve felt a punch to his chest at Eddie’s words, all of it settling over him like a shroud. Firstly, to hear Eddie say he wanted to fuck him, it was like Eddie was grabbing him by the dick and tormenting him. It was so fucking erotic—but then, he went and shied away from it because… because he didn’t feel like enough. It was like Eddie had a grip on his heart and his libido in a way that was making Steve feel delirious.

“Yeah—yes,” Steve said a bit too eagerly, getting back on his knees and crawling over the other. “Yes… yes, Eddie. I want you to fuck me.” Eddie looked bewildered by his approach, but he groaned deeply at the confession anyway and pulled Steve into a kiss. It felt romantic though, and Steve let himself get lost in the sensation as he leaned over Eddie. “Jesus Christ, Steve,” Eddie rumbled, “okay. Jesus… okay.” The contact was tender as Eddie held his cheeks and kissed him. Steve could swear that he really was going to fall in love if this continued. Eddie was being so gentle with him, but there was still so much passion behind his touch. Steve felt like he had been starved of this for a very long time. 

Eddie encouraged them to roll, and Steve moved with him without breaking the kiss. They were tangled together again almost instantly, and Steve couldn’t help his smug little laugh when Eddie reached around to grope his ass. “Don’t sound—too pleased… with yourself,” Eddie scolded, still kissing him through his words as he grabbed handfuls of Steve’s ass and kneaded. 

“I don’t know—-what you’re talking—about,” Steve taunted in turn, letting his own hands wander as he reached up Eddie’s back, and tangled his fingers into the other’s hair. It didn’t take long for Steve’s hands to venture to the waistband of Eddie’s jeans. He moved slowly as he popped the button on Eddie’s shorts and unzipped his fly. Eddie just groaned through the action and pressed in closer, his own touch dipping below the elastic waistband of Steve’s pants and boxers so he could grab his ass. 

Skin on skin. 

Eddie rolled his hips forward and Steve had a momentary spike of nerves as he felt the bulge in Eddie’s shorts press against his crotch. He wanted this, but he was suddenly struck with the fact that he was actually going to be touching another man’s dick, and his lack of experience squeezed at his confidence. But Eddie felt so eager as he pulled Steve in close and practically growled into his mouth. A possessive, needy quality to the sound that demanded attention. It felt like Eddie was obsessed with him, and Steve wasn’t sure if he had ever felt sexier. To be desired that much… to see and feel how turned on Eddie was from kissing alone was something else. Steve rolled his hips forward so they could grind, and he was rewarded with a gasp from Eddie before he was pulling Steve’s legs over his thigh so they could rut up against one another. The invitation was plain, and Steve didn’t pretend to be stoic as he moaned quietly into Eddie’s mouth, the two of them grinding like a couple of teenagers. “Mmm—you’re so… so…” Eddie mumbled, obviously distracted, as he tugged Steve’s pants over his ass so they caught on the underside and exposed him. “Fuck… look at you.” Eddie opened his eyes, and Steve let himself get overwhelmed by how stormy Eddie’s gaze was. His pupils were blown, and Steve felt more like prey than a lover. No one had ever looked at him like that before. “Hmm, fuck… don’t let me get ahead of myself,” Eddie mused, kissing him tenderly for a beat before pulling away. “Where… lube, man.” Steve swallowed, coming back to himself as he shifted up the bed. “Right, yeah,” he mumbled, crawling up the mattress and fishing around in his nightstand for lube and condoms. He tossed the condoms to the far side of the bed but held the bottle of lube out for Eddie as he moved up the mattress toward him. “Thanks, sweetheart,” Eddie muttered, smiling with hooded eyes before kissing Steve’s shoulder and up into the curve of his neck. “You tell me to stop… at any time, if you want…” Steve breathed a soft ‘okay’ and rolled onto his back, feeling utterly captivated by Eddie. There was this energy about him that was intoxicating, and Steve truly did feel like a virgin again. He was letting Eddie take the reins, and it felt natural to fall underneath him like this. It was almost animalistic, but at the same time he felt as if Eddie was treating him so tenderly. Like he was devoted to him. Affectionate beyond what someone who had known him for a week should feel. 

Eddie kissed in the crevice of Steve’s throat and Steve sighed as he felt the other starting to kiss down his chest and to his hips. Eddie was making these wayward, pleased noises as he descended, taking the hem of Steve’s pants down with him as he placed a kissed to his thigh and nipped gently at his skin.

It didn’t take much for Eddie to pull down his clothes, freeing Steve’s erection. He was already so turned on, and that only increased as Eddie hummed appreciatively at him.  “God… you’re prettier than I imagined,” Eddie husked, as he sat up a bit so he could lick a stripe up Steve’s cock, before sucking on just the head of his erection. Steve gasped at the forwardness, the compliment making him feel small and flattered all at once. Eddie was keeping such intense eye contact with him, too, Steve felt powerless despite the fact that he had more than one weight-class on Eddie. “So, you’ve… done this by yourself?” Eddie asked, his voice low as he released Steve’s cock and finished pulling his pants off. Steve swallowed, once again seeing that dark flash in Eddie’s eyes. He could place it now, though. Eddie thought it was hot, hearing that Steve had masturbated like this on his own. It felt dangerous, and alluring all at once. As if Steve was expected to perform, but all he had to do was be himself. Eddie was probably restraining himself from demanding too much of him, despite how hot-blooded the information made him.

“Yeah,” Steve answers, trying to sound confident and not at all overwhelmed by how intense Eddie’s gaze was. “Somewhat recently too…” Steve wasn’t a stranger to turning on his partners, but the way Eddie groaned at his reply and slunk back up to his face made his body feel tight. It felt like he was about to be devoured. “Jesus Christ, Steve,” Eddie crooned, kissing along his jaw and back to his lips. They indulged in another long, drawn out kiss as Steve felt Eddie moving above him. The familiar clicking noise of the lube bottle opening sounded, and Steve felt his heartbeat pick up. “Thinking about… me?” Eddie asked, opening his eyes, lips barely pressed to Steve’s. Steve sucked in a breath, feeling almost foreign in his own body. He had never been this worked up in his life. He had never experienced foreplay like this before. “Yeah,” Steve swallowed, his voice sounding quiet to his own ears as he watched Eddie’s eyes flutter shut at the confession. “God… I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you,” Eddie groaned, watching him again as Steve felt the cool, wet slick of Eddie’s fingers against his ass. Eddie played for a moment, just pressing and gliding his fingers against Steve’s asshole before carefully pushing one finger in. Steve sucked in another breath, the action throwing him because of the anticipation, not the sensation. He knew this kind of touch—though it was something else, having someone else’s finger in him. “You tell me…” Eddie mumbled, still staring at him, as if he didn’t want to miss a second of Steve’s reaction. “Tell me… if it’s too much.”

Steve heard Eddie swallow thick before he started pumping his finger in and out of him, the feeling making Steve close his eyes. “Baby?” Eddie asked, a second finger teasing the outside of his hole. “Tell me…” “Okay—” Steve said quickly, tightening and loosening his grip on Eddie’s shoulders. 

It wasn’t painful. He was familiar enough with this to take two fingers, but something about the way Eddie was treating him was building Steve’s overwhelm. He felt so vulnerable, and he wanted it so badly, that Eddie’s touch almost felt like a tease instead of release. Eddie stroked his insides and Steve gasped at the sensation, letting himself just focus on the feeling as Eddie started to work him open. It wasn’t just a means to an end though, as Eddie pressed up into his prostate and pulled a groan from Steve, causing him to hunch. When Eddie rubbed his prostate again, Steve gasped before opening his eyes. Eddie was staring so intently at him that Steve could hardly stand it. He pulled him into a kiss instead, and Eddie groaned into his mouth, the speed of his fingers increasing as he pumped them vigorously in and out. 

Steve couldn’t keep the kiss up as he started to keen into Eddie’s mouth, spreading his legs on instinct as he got lost to the sensation. “Tell me…” Steve heard Eddie mumble, and he shook his head quickly, not wanting this to stop for anything. “It’s good— it’s good!” Steve groaned loudly, arching into Eddie. “You sound so... fucking amazing,” Eddie gravelled, ducking to Steve’s neck and starting to leave painful hickeys along Steve’s skin. That only increased Steve’s pleasure, and he clutched at Eddie’s hair, feeling desperate for this to get to the next step. Eddie had to know that he wasn’t going to flinch away or clamp down on him by now. He needed Eddie to screw him. “I want to fuck you— so badly,” Eddie gasped against his skin, and Steve panted loudly in turn, trying his best to regain his thoughts.

“Fuck me—” Steve choked, feeling almost pathetic for losing it this quickly when Eddie had only been using his fingers. Eddie whined at his reply, biting his neck hard before swiftly pulling his hand away. Steve shuddered and panted heavily, letting himself fall against the mattress as Eddie sat up. He looked deadly towering over Steve, his hair cascading over his shoulders and hanging down like some kind of monster. His expression was dark, and his mouth was hanging open salaciously. It was like Steve was looking up at a painting of some kind of horror, sent from the depth to seduce men. He looked so good. Steve wanted to do anything for him.

Eddie peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside as Steve watched. They were making hard eye contact with one another at the anticipation of the moment before Steve’s attention dropped to Eddie’s waist. He pushed down his shorts slowly, the action obviously meant to be enticing, as he pulled his erection out and gave himself a few strokes. He wasn’t small by any means, and Steve felt his stomach clench at the idea that Eddie’s dick was about to be inside him. “You’re drinking me in like you’re dying, Stevie…” Eddie sighed, and Steve raised his attention back up to his face. “Sorry,” Steve said on instinct, which made Eddie laugh darkly. “No… I like it, baby,” Eddie mused, pulling his shorts off the rest of the way before crawling over Steve again. “You want me so badly, don’t you? Fingering yourself all week… thinking about me, and wanting me to put this inside you.” Steve felt Eddie press his cock against his stomach as he spoke, sliding his head against his skin, so Steve could feel how wet he was with pre-cum.

“I want to fuck you so good that you can’t even think about cumming without thinking about me,” Eddie breathed, leaning in for a tantalizingly gentle kiss. Steve wasn’t even sure if he was breathing as Eddie loomed over him, his attention completely enraptured. Nothing in the world existed beyond Eddie and the idea of having sex with him. Nothing mattered beyond this moment, and it felt as if Steve had never taken another lover before now. “You want me?” Eddie asked again, breathing against Steve’s mouth. “Yes–” Steve gasped, frozen to the spot. Eddie purred a pleased noise before kissing him and rolling his tongue into his mouth, letting the action languish before sitting up again. He must have grabbed a condom without Steve noticing because he was already pushing the rubber down over his cock. Even just the sight of that made Steve’s dick twitch as he watched Eddie lather himself with a generous amount of lube. “Same rules,” Eddie said softly, pressing his slick hand against Steve’s backside before shuffling forward. “Tell me if it’s too much.” There was no more waiting as Steve felt the heat of Eddie’s head press against his hole. His body strained for a moment before Eddie pushed in and Steve heaved a breath. It was slow, and it felt tight, but Eddie didn’t relent as he gradually pushed to the hilt. “Oh—fuck…” Steve whimpered, pushing up a bit in order to look between his legs. “Fuck…” Eddie touched his knees gingerly, and Steve spread his legs apart further as he felt Eddie pull back incrementally. He whined again at the action, but with each small push and pull, Steve could feel himself relaxing. “You’re so… fucking tight… baby,” Eddie groaned, and Steve finally looked up at Eddie’s face again to see how wonton his expression was. His mouth was open, eyes hooded, and Steve could see the delirious concentration on his face.

“I want to…” Eddie swallowed, and craned his neck toward the ceiling. “Fuck… I want to move… ah, Steve—fuck, I want to fuck you.” Eddie thrust in hard, and Steve shouted as the pain and pleasure erupted up his body. It was so much— he wanted Eddie to fuck him, but it was so much. Eddie seemed to be barely keeping it together as he went back to his shallow movements, his eyebrows pinched in tightly. “Fuck me—” Steve groaned, laying back and twisting a bit on the mattress. “Fuck me— actually— really fuck me.” Eddie growled again— low and dangerous— as he moved up the bed to crawl over Steve. He brushed the hair out of Steve’s face quickly, touching him as if he was revered. He snapped his hips again and Steve gasped, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s chest. He pulled Eddie into a kiss, and that seemed to say enough to the musician for him to actually start thrusting. Steve moaned and arched, his grip tightening on Eddie as he felt him drive into his body and press up hard against his prostate. It ripped a muffled yell from Steve as he continued to clutch at Eddie for dear life. “It good? It good, baby? Fuck, Steve,” Eddie was saying on repeat, his voice cut with his own whines of pleasure and the chasing of Steve’s tongue. As if that wasn’t enough, Steve felt Eddie’s hand move to his cock, pumping in time with his thrusts. Steve whined again, the overwhelm getting to him as he lost all semblance of rhythm and time. It was just Eddie and any frantic kiss he could get as his body flooded with pleasure. “I’m—” Steve heard Eddie say over the sound of their slapping skin and keening, his own mind on that edge of delirium. Eddie gasped loudly and Steve felt him thrust in hard, the sensation making him twist as Eddie’s hand slowed for a moment. He pulled away again, and Steve groaned at the loss of contact, before refocusing to watch Eddie. Eddie pressed up into his body again with his cock, pushing and maintaining firm pressure against his prostate as he started to jerk Steve off hastily. “You going to cum?” Eddie asked, sounding breathless as he continued to pump Steve’s erection. “Cum, Steve. Come on, sweetheart. Oh… Steve, you look so fucking gone. God—cum, baby. Cum.” Steve never stood a chance. He moaned and gasped, his voice pitching as he watched Eddie stroke him, the pleasure unmatched, before he came with a yell. His orgasm punched into him and shot up his chest, as Eddie groaned happily and continued to milk his cock. “That’s it, baby… oh… look at you,” Eddie cooed, panting heavily before leaning over him again. Steve felt like a wreck as he sucked in breath, his body spent as he let Eddie fall over him and kiss him into the pillows. He felt Eddie pull out slowly, and Steve groaned at the sensation before wrapping himself around Eddie once again and indulging in the adoring quality of their kiss. “Hmm… fuck, Steve,” Eddie whined, shifting so they could roll onto their sides and continue their affections. “Fuck… I don’t say this often, but, God… Steve. Fuck… I want to do that again.” Steve couldn’t help but breathe out a laugh, the ache already settling into his body as Eddie stroked his back sweetly. “Not… right now,” Steve mused, his heart somersaulting in his chest at how tenderly he was being treated. “No, of course not,” Eddie sighed, kissing the corner of his mouth. “No one recovers that fast their first time—I meant… I mean…” Steve sighed lightly, pulling back just enough so they could actually look at one another. Eddie’s face was a bit red from effort, and he had sweat sticking his hair to his temples, but he looked gorgeous. With big brown eyes, and a timid tilt to his brows that made him look more like a puppy, than a person. “Another date,” Steve offered as a fill in for Eddie’s lost statement. 

“Yeah, but…” Eddie waffled, looking ten years younger as he shied away from his comment.

“You meant that… you want to have sex again, another day… as if you were my… boyfriend?” Steve’s chest fluttered maddeningly as he spoke, his own wants and desires swirling around the room. Eddie sucked in a breath at that, and Steve watched as his gaze darted away. 

It struck fear into him for a moment, before Eddie was tucking under his chin, pressing in close. “I… I haven’t dated in a long time,” Eddie confessed, and Steve picked up the soothing pets to Eddie’s back. “But… I’d fucking… love to be your boyfriend.”  Read Chapter 5 (not out yet)

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love seeing brennan get rocked so hard in the dome that he has to physically sit back down

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Welcome To The Itadori's! - C.K.

Synopsis. Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does. 

Pairing. Best friend! Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, childhood best friends to lovers, slowburn, cameos from the Itadori’s (Yuji, Jin, grandpa, SUKUNA), smút only when they’re adults, first times, oral (female receiving), cúnnilingus, marking, rough, Choso’s a bit mean in bed, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.0k

A/N. The unc-kuna brainrot got me here, Yuji’s family tree is HILARIOUS.

“You’ve never what?”  

“I mean, yeah? So what if I’ve never…uh-” eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. “M’surely not missing out on that much.”

Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn’t. Whatever the answer was, Choso could only pray that no one walked into your apartment right now.

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Choso swears his family is well and fully intent on ruining every waking moment with you. 

He’s convinced even, at this point. Because in the 13 long years of being inseparable from you - ever since you were both whiney, snot-faced brats - Choso’s racked up more interruptions than he’s seen on those k-dramas that his grandfather swears he doesn’t watch.

It was like some cosmic joke, really. All he wanted was a moment with just the two of you…and maybe a second or two to confess his undying love. But that didn’t seem too realistic when the Itadori’s were a bit of a packaged deal, unfortunately.  

Alas, Choso’s resigned himself to accept the fact that maybe - just maybe - this was the universe’s way of telling him that his pretty best friend was indeed too good for him. Something he’s suspected ever since the both of you were eight.

The realization had hit him like a semi-truck back then - five of them, in fact. And a whole zoo of animals afterward.

Of course, it’s not like that was any secret. He always thought you were perfect from the second you’d moved in - that new family next door he’d been eagerly waiting ages to arrive. And Choso, being the dutiful oldest son, was the one to deliver welcome cookies to your doorstep. Stumbling, and carefully trying to reach for the doorbell without dropping any. 

“Um, welcome to-”

“Your hair’s funny.”

Now, Choso’s never greeted neighbors before, but it surely wasn’t supposed to go like this. Why was he being insulted by some little girl - you were missing a few teeth, and his had just grown back in so obviously he was much older and wiser. All unapologetic smiles and twinkling eyes as you blink up curiously at his space buns. Pretty, even when you were tearing his heart out because hey, he thought this hairstyle was cool, okay?

Which is what had him huffing and puffing back home, running straight into the arms of his dad while he tried not to cry. That is, until you came knocking at his door with your parents. Very much bawling and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug with wet mumbles of “M’sorry, meant your hair’s very cool. Wanna match-”

And, if his cheeks burned just a bit, well, Choso blamed the tears. 

After a disaster like that, of course you’d grow to be best friends within the day. 

But what that didn’t explain was when - after hours of bickering over whether to play tag or house - you were all tuckered out and sat beside him in a corner of his room, too exhausted to talk his ear off. Head lolling once. Twice. Falling softly onto his shoulder.

Oh. 

Now, Choso might just be having the first epiphany of his entire, grueling eight years in this world - that you were very, very pretty fast asleep with your head on his shoulder. 

Why? Why were you here barging into his life and turning it upside down? Calling him your “new best friend” and dragging him along wherever you went. It made his poor head absolutely spin, not daring to move a muscle so that you didn’t wake up and see this tiny predicament.

He didn’t know why. But what he did know was that he found himself subconsciously reaching for your hand, a strange little part of himself wanting to see how much smaller they were than his. They looked so soft and warm and-

“I WANNA PLAY T- Oh.”

Oh indeed. He hastily lurches away from you like it burned, hands raised like he was caught red-handed. Feeling slightly sorry when he sees you blinking away the sleep to take in your surroundings, eyes bouncing off of a very excited Yuji and resting on the clock.

“Oh no. Mommy’s gonna be mad.” you gasp, hastily getting up. And he feels a weird pang as you quickly dust down your dress, running out the door with a laughed out, “Bye, Yuji! See ya later, Cho~!”

“Bye, crybaby.”

And then it’s quiet. Only Choso still staring after you, and Yuji staring at his older brother, somewhat awestruck and wondering only one thing-

“Big bro, why are you so red?”

Choso doesn’t think he’s gotten a moment alone with you since that first initial meeting. 

Fourteen was definitely the worst, in his opinion.

“Hey, Cho, y’know the girl sitting next to me in math said she had her first kiss today.”

“Oh.” It’s all Choso can manage to get out, paying more attention than he should to the gravel beneath him as he tries not to trip over air beside you. Hot under his uniform collar at the sudden shift in conversation from the usual after-school banter. 

Looping your arm with his, you heave out a playful sigh, “I wonder what that feels like. Have you ever thought about it?” 

No, but Choso has never thought that he’d be here - face burning at your body pressed up against his. Just knowing that his ancestors above are laughing at what a loser he is, barely able to stammer out an answer to your question. 

Okay, maybe he was being dramatic. Because it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about kissing before - it’s just that whenever it popped into his mind, you were usually accompanying him. Along with those strange thoughts of whether your lips are as soft as they looked? Or would your heartbeat be as fast as-

“Man, are you even listening?” 

Shit. 

Your hand waving in front of Choso’s face brings him back to reality. Blinking hastily, he tries to gather his thoughts, mumbling out a quick, “Uh, yeah, sorry. Just lost in thought.” averting his gaze as he feels the heat rise to his cheeks at your intense gaze.

Your smile only widens, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you nudge his side. “Thinking so hard about kissing, huh? Cho, you lecher!” 

“Am not.”

“Am to.”

“Am not.”

“Am to.”

“Who were you imagining it with, huh? Gonna give ‘em a big smooch tomorrow?”

God, you were going to be the death of him. “N-no! I haven’t even- shut up, crybaby, it’s not like-” he sputters out useless protests over your laughter - his favorite song, even when you were teasing the hell out of him. But ah how you relish in his embarrassment, tittering out little giggles all the way until you’re steering him onto your lane. 

Choso, on the other hand, keeps wishing the ground would swallow him up more and more with each step towards his porch. He’d have broken into a sprint right then if he hadn’t known you and the way you’d race him there instead.

“Alright.” you declare once you’re stood at his front door, jolting Choso out of his reverie. And he’s barely opening his mouth to register your words before you plowing on confidently. “We’ll just have to practice our first kisses with each other.”

Perfect. Great. Wonderful. 

The final nail on his coffin. You might as well have planted a bombshell right in the middle of his already-chaotic world with the way he was reeling in- shock? Fear? Anticipation?

“Practice.” Choso whispers, more to himself than you. Yet you nod anyway, eyes locked with his like you were studying his reaction. “For…practice.”

Doubt starts to creep into your pretty features, “Well, we don’t have to if you do-”

“No no no no, I want- ahem.” he cringes at the pathetic desperation in his voice. Desperately trying to scramble back some semblance of sanity as he clears his throat, “I want to. Just-” Choso urgently looks around for- ah, there it is. 

Dragging over the brick from the side of his porch because goddammit he might be 14 but he sure hadn’t hit that growth spurt yet. “Practice, right?”

You nod with a fiery determination that, later on, would make Choso chuckle with fondness. Muttering out a firm, “Practice.” Letting the boy in front of you nervously leans closer, breath fanning your face. And shit if you were nervous then you didn’t show it, but Choso felt like he was about to spontaneously combust. 

Brows furrowing in concentration, eyes only squinting ever-so-slightly as he takes peaks at how pretty you looked. Close enough that he could count every lash as your pretty eyes closed shut, lips glistening with that strawberry chapstick you loved, puckering adorably. Only inching closer and-

Click! 

“You two are so cute! But um- dear, how do you mute this thing?”

You spring apart so fast that Choso wouldn’t be surprised if you’d teleported. He doesn’t even know what’s happening before, from the safety of about three meters away from him, you’re muttering out an embarrassed little, “Hi there, Mr. Itadori. The gardenia are coming along nicely.”

His dad smiles like he hadn’t just starred in what was likely Choso’s villain origin story. Waving happily, “Aww, thank you, sweetheart. Now, why don’t you two go back to doing your lil’ thing and I can ah- practice my photography.”

“Dad, I’m running away.”

That practice kiss never happens. And, well, if there was a proudly framed photo down the hallway of the two of you - with Choso absolutely bright red and standing comically on a brick to meet your height, faces nervously scrunching towards each other - well, neither of you ever mention it. Jin Itadori does, though - every time you come over, in fact. 

It’s only when you’re both eighteen, when Choso’s a lot deeper in his feelings - and only slightly less embarrassed about it - that he thinks that maybe not all family interruptions were that bad. 

Graduation was…something. Not exactly something that he’s sure if he’ll ever want to relive with the sheer amount of awkward photos and tears that his dad lets out. God if he has to shuffle into another-

“You alright, Cho?”

Ah. 

Traitorously, a smile makes its way onto his face, peering down at your beaming face. Both of you having made it way past the awkward early teens. Well, at least you certainly have - Choso still feels like the same awkward little boy with an even more awkward crush. “Hm? Yeah, m’great.” 

“Are ya sure? Because you look like you’re about to have an aneurysm any second now.” you raise a brow teasingly. Ah, how gorgeous you were - even when you’re picking him apart. 

“Yeah. Great. Only had this smile plastered on for the last five hours.”

“Aww, but you look so pretty smiling.” you shrug, with the audacity of someone that didn’t just have Choso’s knees dangerously weak. “Anyway- A bunch of us are gonna try to convince ol’ Yaga to let us take photos with his shades, you wanna come?”

“You think m’pretty?” he muses, embarrassingly late.

“Cho.”

“Yaga. Shades. Got it.” Choso mock salutes, drinking in the little laugh it startles out of you, eyes sparkling with mischief and looking right into his soul. Beautiful. You were always beautiful. 

And Choso can’t just stand around and do nothing about it.

“Crybaby, look, I-” Fists clenching, he takes a steadying breath. The heat only rising to his cheeks at your awaiting gaze, “I…”

“HEY, GRANDPA HELPED STEAL YAGA’S SHADES LET’S TAKE A PIC-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP ITADORI. YOU’RE RUINING A MOMENT, LET THEM HAVE THEIR MOMENT.”

“I don’t know either of you two.”

It would be a miracle for a moment not to be ruined with two overly-energetic first-years (and a very reluctant Fushiguro) pushing their way into your little bubble. Choso bites back a groan as you’re immediately swarmed by a bickering Kugisaki and Yuji, one apologizing for “ruining your k-drama moment” and the other trying to get you to put on some sunglasses. Well, at least he could empathize with the black-haired boy, who gave him an apologetic nod. 

He’s only halfway through waving off the interruption before a voice speaks up from his side. “Why didn’t you say it?”

Whirling around, Choso comes face-to-face with the disappointed look on his grandfather’s face. Already having some idea of what you mean, “Wha-”

“I may be old but m’not deaf, yet, boy. Why didn’t ya tell her?” he sighs, tilting his head to where you were wearing those shades and taking ridiculous pictures with two animated first-years. 

“I don’t know what you-”

“M’not blind, either. Quite frankly I’m insulted.”

And, well, if there’s anyone that he can’t hide from - it would be his grandfather. So he heaves out a defeated sigh, touselling his hair while muttering out a pathetic little, “M’not- Ugh, she’s too fuckin’ perfect and I…I chickened out.”

Choso doesn’t know what he expected in response but it definitely wasn’t for his grandfather to laugh. Full, and raspy - loud enough that even you stop to stare. “Thought so, idiot boy.” he chuckles, drawing indignant protests. “Did she tell you?”

Raising a brow, “What?”

“Did she tell you that you weren’t good ‘nough for her?”

“No, but-” Whatever protest on the tip of Choso’s tongue is cut off by a rough hand smacking his back in what he thinks is reassurance, but felt more like a punishment for being such a pussy around you all these years. 

“Then go. Ya might just be surprised. After all, you’re my grandson, and all the ladies at bingo love me.”

Shaking with both adrenaline and the effort to keep that image out of his mind, he makes his way towards you. Purposeful. Pointedly ignoring the matching smirks flashed his way. 

“You really think they’ll finally get together today?” Fushiguro deadpans from where he’d snuck up beside the old man, in an attempt to escape the public nuisances he calls ‘friends’. 

Choso’s grandfather hums thoughtfully, watching the scene play out before him - Choso flushed such a delicate shade of pink as you playfully put Yaga’s sunglasses on him. Settling on a gruff, “I’ll give it a few months more. He’s my grandson, after all.”

“That’s generous. I’d give it a couple years more.”

“Wanna bet, brat?”

“...”

Safe to say, his second button ended up safely in your hands that day. But Fushiguro would be the one to really win the bet. 

Because it was only 2 years, 4 months and 3 weeks after this little incident that Choso finally had you exactly where he wanted - with no interruptions. All for him. 

Freshly twenty one, splayed out on your apartment bedroom and having a conversation that he never in a million years would’ve even dared to imagine he’d have - with you of all people. All because of that stupid R-rated film you’d put on for movie night. 

“You’ve never what?” you gape, turning down the volume to those painfully fake moans coming from the tv.

Oh, how gorgeous you looked - all shocked and batting your lashes up at him in surprise. Choso almost swoons inwardly (and outwardly) before he realizes that shit you were probably waiting for an answer.

“I mean, yeah?” he sputters out, cheeks heating up as you lean in closer to hear him. Close. “So what if I’ve never…uh-” eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. “M’surely not missing out on that much.”

Goddammit, some strange, carnal part of himself twinges dangerously at the little smirk that curls your lips. One that he quickly - and embarrassingly - realizes has the blood rushing straight to his cock. Humming a low, “Maybe. Maybe not.” The mattress dips slightly as you shift closer, lips ghosting his ear. “Want me to help you find out?”

Which is, well, how Choso found himself shoved against the armrest. Blanket thrown on the floor now, swollen cock leaking furiously through his pants as your pretty lil’ cunt hovers above his mouth. So wet that if he stuck his tongue out he could have you dripping all onto him. 

“Y-you sure about this, sweetheart?” he hisses despite his hands looping around your thighs, bringing you closer to him.

You raise a brow, “Are you sure, Cho?”

He should say no. He should laugh this all off as a bad joke. He shouldn’t ruin this friendship - but oh how badly he wants just a taste of your dripping pussy - see if she’s as sweet as the rest of you is. So, throwing caution to the wind, Choso nods slowly. “Yes. Want it s’bad.”

Grinning wickedly, you whisper, “Thought so.” And then he’s pulling you onto his mouth, hot and urgent.

“Oh fuck-” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the first taste of your sweet sweet juices. “Shit shit shit.” So sloppily licking up your swollen folds - barely moving with any method or patience, just that he’s drunk on your pussy and wants more more more-

“Hngh- f-fuck. You sure this is your hah- first time, Cho?” you gasp breathlessly. And oh your best friend was so fucking beautiful. Dark hair untied and tousled, eyes half-hooded, your slick already smearing across the bottom half of his face and trickling down his jaw because shit he was so messy. So addicted to that desperate expression on your face that he just can’t help but tease you a little bit. 

“Mhm?” he smirks, tongue swirling around your pulsing clit. Purposefully missing right where you wanted him the most because shit he loved those cute lil’ whines spilling out of you. 

You let out a huff, hips trying pathetically to inch him closer - but Choso wasn’t budging. Holding you so firmly by the hips that you’re sure he leaves bruises, licking all over your cunt except for your clit. “Cho.” you warn. Brows furrowing in frustration at the way he bats his long lashes up at you so deceivingly innocently, “What?”

“You know…”

“I don’t.” he titters teasingly into your pussy. 

“Choso.”

Now, Choso’s known and seen everything there is to do with you - but never like this. Spread open shamefully and pouting so adorably on top of him, so needy for him. It made his head spin to think of just how much the dynamics had shifted. 

Shit, he really should’ve watched that godforsaken movie with you sooner. “Tell me what you want, crybaby.”

And oh how his cock twitches at the way you manage to get out an embarrassed little, “Wan’ you to ngh- tonguefuck me properly. Wanna cum on your pretty face, Cho.”

And that’s all that’s said before he’s surging forward, glossy lips wrapping around your pulsing clit to suck harshly. Rolling his soft tongue over and over-

“Wanted this for so long.” Choso mutters, muffled as he buries himself deeper into your pretty pussy. The vibrations sending white-hot pleasure running down your spine. “You have absolutely no idea, pretty.”

And you barely even have the time to register his little confession before Choso’s moving down to bully his tongue past your folds. Nose pressing against your throbbing clit as he dips into your sloppy hole. 

“Oh shit. Jus’ like that.” For a beginner, your best friend really knew what he was doing. Eating you out like his favorite meal, tongue squeezing into your snug pussy to thrust in and out, swipe against your walls, stretching you out right to his will. Over and over-

“Use me.”

Your eyes snap down to meet the pure adoration in his eyes as he makes out filthily with your cunt. Choking out a little, “What?”

“Use me.”

There it was again - that strained little mantra. And as if to prove his point, Choso reaches out to deftly place your hands on his head, bucking into you touch. 

And, well, how could you say no to that?

Because before you know it, you’re bunching Choso’s soft strands in your fists. Angling him just right to ride his pretty face. “C’mon, Cho. Ngh- H-harder, jus’ a bit- Oh!” he just devours the way your mouth drops into an adorable little oh! as his tongue curls deftly against that one spot. Again and again. Letting himself be so used, dragging your dripping cunt harder on his mouth. 

And he likes it. Hell, he loves it even - because you’re so sweet n’ pretty on his mouth. Better than everything he’s ever been dreaming of for the past few years. And always in his dreams, you’d be clenching so deliciously around his tongue when you were close - just like right now. 

So he speeds up his movements, breathing you in maddeningly. A hand snaking down from it’s favorite place on your hips to draw quick, frenzied little circles on your poor, ravaged clit. Jaw almost aching with how filthily he was dripping in and out of your entrance - be he did give a shit. Only wanting to have you breathless and creaming all over his face.

You jerk violently on top of him, “Hah! S’too much, Cho. M’so close- gonna cum- gonna-”

And then you’re cumming. Fast, and hard. 

Plushy walls clamping down on Choso’s tongue, hips stuttering on his face as he laps up all your juices, an arm around your waist helping you ride his face through your high. 

“S’sweet. Could get used to that.” he slurs into your cunt. Tipping his head back as far as it’d go to let the last of your juices slide down his throat. “Better than I imagined.”

The words ring in your ears as you blink back your vision. Deliriously whirling down to look down at Choso - still beneath you and looking more smug and content than you’d ever seen him. “Imagination? S’that why you’re so good.”

“No.”

You’re being flipped before you know it. Manhandled so easily by your best friend as he lays you on your back, sinking into the cushion while he looms above you. “S’jus’ that…” grunting as he flings his shirt off, “Been dreaming of your pretty cunt on m’tongue for years.”

Okay, now his confession hits - more than it did when he was tonguefucking you into insanity, anyway. 

“Years, huh?” you breathe out, eyes roaming all over his sculpted torso. Taking in every dip and curve of Choso’s toned abs - all the way from his broad shoulders to the rock-hard cock straining against his pants. As if in a trance, your hand reaches out to cup his leaking erection, “S’that all you’ve been dreaming of?”

“You little minx.” he lets out a low hiss. 

Before you can even react, Choso’s fumbling with that belt - cursing because shit, he’d have worn sweatpants instead if he knew they’d end up on your floor. 

And you’re not any better, fingers popping open his buttons and tugging impatiently and oh- You always thought that your best friend would have a big dick - but this?  He was so intimidatingly long - and thick enough that you wondered whether you’d hurt yourself. Fat tip flushed such a pretty shade of pink to match his cheeks, leaking down down down, all the way to his heavy balls. 

You’re only jolted out of your little reverie by Choso spitting a steady stream of spit onto your quivering cunt, spreading it lazily across your pussy with his thumb. A ringed fist pumping his cock slowly, as he drags his tip across your folds, pooling your sweet juices. Muttering out a raspy, “I’ll be gentle.”

“You better not be, now jus’ fuck me-”

Well, you didn’t have to ask Choso twice. Because you’ve barely gotten the words out before he’s bullying massive cock into your tight cunt. Pressing in inch by fucking inch as you gasp and buck underneath him. 

“Shhh, s’okay, crybaby. This is what you wanted, right?” he mumbles, with all the audacity of someone that wasn’t fucking into you in rapid, mindless little jabs to fit inside your snug lil’ pussy. Struggling to hold back at this point. “Wanted to be split apart on m’cock?”

You were so full of him. Even more so when he throws your legs over his shoulders, bending all the way down and folding you in half so easily beneath him. 

He drinks in the barely-lucid squeal that leaves your swollen lips. Kissing your forehead gently, whispering against the skin, “Because I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”

And then it was like something snapped - maybe his sanity, maybe the restraint that Choso’s been holding back for too long. Because immediately he’s plunging his throbbing cock into you - all the way till his balls, all angry and squeezing so painfully, smacks against your ass. 

“Wanted this.” he rasps into your open mouth. His hips were out of control now, thrusting you in shallow, desperate rams. Pounding into you like a man possessed, and running his mouth just as much. He laces his fingers on top of your head, pushing you down even deeper into his relentless cock - as if the bastard wasn’t fucking you dumb already. “Fuckin’ needed this needed this. Shit- so bad.”

“Ch-Choso- fuck hah-” you plead as his mouth clashes with yours. All sloppy with teeth and spit and his profanities - and it felt so damn good. 

“Yeah? Who’s fucking you silly, now?” he’s going harder now, tip hitting your poor cervix over and over. And you’d be sobbing at the burn and the stretch but all you can think of is shit this is Choso - the kid you used to play hide and seek with. And now he seems fully intent on breaking you. “Say m’name.”

A rough thumb starts toying with your clit, in time with the cute lil’ whines of his name that escape your mouth like a prayer. “Shit. Y’look so pretty like this.” he babbles. “Gonna cry, pretty girl?” smirking down at the way you were too cockdrunk to even snap back, only looking up at him with delirious, teary eyes. “Be a crybaby for my cock?”

You’re tugging on his hair, thighs shaky and bucking upwards. “Cho-”

“Mhm?”

“W-wanna cum. Need you to fill m’up till I can’t take it anymore.”

Oh if Choso was any lesser man he’d have cum right then and there. Instead settling for a guttural groan, drunk off the way you were milking his cock so hard as if to prove your point. It almost made him want to stay like this forever. But no - not right now. 

“Oh yeah?” Hips becoming sloppy now, “Need it? Shit- m’so close.” Each word slurred, punctuated by a harsh thrust, strokes long and frenzied. Using your heavenly pussy like his personal fucktoy. So hard that he’s sure you’d have embarrassing matching bruises tomorrow - his balls on your ass, your nails raking down his shoulders.

“Me too- fuck fuck fuck-” you mewl into his neck, as Choso buried his face into yours. 

“Cum f’me, my girl.”

My girl. 

And then you are - and he is. And you don’t know who cums first, just that you’re seeing stars behind your eyes and Choso’s teeth digging into your neck as he thrusts once. Twice. Before cumming and cumming so hard he might as well have seen the pearly gates of heaven. And you were an angel.

Thick, hot ropes of cum that paint your walls white, so much that it gushes out of your poor overfilled pussy. Dripping down your legs and pooling into a sinful, creamy ring at his base. 

“Mm- shit. Choso.” you moan, barely audible over the lewd squelches from below. 

“M’here, my girl.” he grits out, voice shot. And it seems that that was his new favorite nickname, because Choso keeps murmuring it over and over as he keeps fucking his seed into you. Not even thinking about it at this point - just mindless, shallow grinds of his hips. 

In the haze of your orgasm, you think you hear his quiet voice, strained with exhaustion and something that you weren’t in the right state of mind to decipher right now. 

“Shhh, m’here. “Can’t believe I waited so fuckin’ long.” Whispering against your lips, “Love this. Love this pretty cunt.” Kissing softly, “Love the way y’take me. Fuckin’ made f’me.” And maybe even a soft little, “Love you.”

And maybe - just maybe, you whisper the same into his. Kissing him softly, exactly the way you’d wanted to all these years. 

Neither of you speak after that. Not when Choso’s hips stall, body sticky and collapsing onto yours. Nor do you speak when he pulls away with a playful nip to your lower lip - a promise. Searching through your clothes for a washcloth he can wipe yourselves clean with. 

It’s only when he settles back under the covers beside you, looking at you with such dark, hazy eyes - whirling with too many emotions to name - that the silence is broken. 

“Crybaby.”

“Cho.”

“Corny.”

“You started it.”

Chuckling, Choso pulls your body close to his. Not even a hair’s breadth between you two because shit now that he’s got you, he doesn’t think he ever wants to let you go. 

“Y’know…” he starts, “I think we should- I mean- if you want…” nervous now more than he was even after all that just transpired. Cheeks flaring as he meets your amused gaze, just daring him to go on - because you saw through him. You always did. “I lov-”

“Am I late for the mov- WHAT THE FUCK I ALWAYS KNEW BRATS WEREN’T JUST FRIENDS-”

---

Itadori Family Groupchat + Two More

Dad: Hey, all. I can’t seem to get a hold of Choso to confirm tomorrow’s dinner plans. Can anyone else let me know if he’s ok? XX

-Jin.

Yuji <3: He’s probs at rhat “best friend movie night” still 

Dad: Hello, Yuji. What is a “probs”? XX

-Jin.

Kugisaki: He’s suspiciously quiet, though… Y’all think that “best friend movie night” is codeword for something else? 

Yuji <3: Better not be cuz Sukuna stole my sparw key sayin something ab crashing it idk

Kugisaki: *spare

And you just LET him?

Yuji <3: HE THREATENED TO BURN MY MEGAN THEE STALLION POSTER 

…

AND DID IT ANYWAY

Kugisaki: L

Fushiguro: L

Gramps: L

Sukuna (do not answer): DID Y’ALL KNOW THOSE TWO WERE FUCKIN????

*Fushiguro has left the chat*

Dad: :0

-Jin.

A/N. Spiritually, this is a crackfic idk.

[deadsetobsessions]

Damian Wayne was like a duckling. A violent, stab-happy, danger-prone duckling, yes, but a duckling all the same. Which means when Danny almost got stabbed by a sleepy, instinct driven Damian, he was able to wave it off with a laugh. Damian, on the other hand, stared in horror at the butter knife firmly lodged in Danny’s arm.

“PENNYWORTH!” Danny jerked back at Damian’s scream. “RICHARD! FATHER!”

God damn, the kid had a pair of lungs on him. Danny’s wince was interpreted as pain to Damian, who gently grabbed his injured arm and started to pull him towards the kitchen’s marble island.

Danny blinked, non plussed as his hearing picked up a thundering of feet as the present family members scrambled towards Damian’s distress call.

“Wait, Damian, I’m fine. It’s-”

“You have been impaled, you imbecile! Had it been any of the other simpletons, they would have-!”

“Ouch.” Danny put his other hand in mock hurt over his slow-beating heart. He literally doesn’t care about the butter knife. He’s just impressed there was enough force in there to impale him. “Are you calling me names now? After- gasp- stabbing me?”

Before Damian could reply, the beginnings of regret, remorse, and guilt on his face, Alfred, Dick, and Bruce burst into the kitchen.

“What happened?!”

“My word, master Danny!”

“What is it?!”

“I’m fine. It’s like a small stab. Not even a big stab. I’m good.”

Dick paled, seeing Danny’s arm clutched in Damian’s hand.

“That’s- that’s a knife. In your arm. How is that ‘fine’?!”

“What happened.” Bruce asked Damian, gently removing Danny’s arm from Damian’s death clutch.

“I- I did not mean to,” Damian starts, guilt coloring his voice.

“He didn’t,” Danny cuts in. “I startled him and got stabbed for being dumb. I won’t fault him for having a defense mechanism like that, ancient knows what I might do if you guys startled me.”

The awkward silence that settled at his words made Danny twitch awkwardly.

“Uh, so, can I add this knife to my collection? Even if I didn’t get mugged?”

“Danny.”

“Bruce.” Danny stared stubbornly back. With his uninsured hand, he patted Damian on the head. He was going to enjoy the fluffiness before Damian’s guilt was no longer enough to hold him back from snapping at Danny’s hand like a grumpy alligator. Bruce loses, obviously. He’s a teenager who was also an ex-vigilante. Batman’s got nothing on a determined halfa.

“Master Danny, I must insist you refrain from getting stabbed. There is only so much gauze and antiseptic cream in the house.” Alfred returned- huh, when did he leave?- with a med kit.

Danny called bullshit because he knows there’s a whole ass medical bay beneath the manor.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” Alfred said, promptly beginning the extraction of the butter knife.

“Are you okay?” Dick asked, hovering worriedly. “He- are you…?”

Damian was allowing Danny to ruffle his hair, so…

“Yep, I’m good. This isn’t even on my top thirty most painful stabbings,” and it really wasn’t. That honor was given to the GIW and that one time Jazz accidentally stabbed him with her earrings. “That was pretty impressive, actually. It’s like, a butter knife. The other ones had pointy ends.”

“Do not clump me with those pathetic wastes of spaces. I am naturally superior and would… would never harm you on purpose.” Damian said, getting quiet at the end like he was trying to plead to Danny to believe him.

“Of course not. But- if you want help me keep the knife, you can hit me with a mug, it would technically be a mugging.”

The pun got the desired effect. Damian leaned away with a disgruntled look and Dick stopped hovering as close in order to let out a small cackle.

“Done.”

“You should go get changed, kiddo. We’re going to see Tim’s photography at the Gotham Gallery today.”

“Oh, for real?” Danny patted Damian’s fluffy hair one last time, pushing away from the counter. “Oh, I’ll clean up here first and-”

“That will not be necessary,” Alfred scolded, a mop somehow already in his hands. “Please see to it you are prepared for the day.”

“Thanks, Alfred. Can I keep the knife.”

“Very well.”

“Sweet. See you guys later?” Danny pranced off after seeing the nods.

——

“He’s… he got stabbed a lot. Before us, I mean.” Dick tapped a furious rhythm onto the counter. “Not that we’ve stabbed him until now but even once is concerning for a civilian.”

“He was used to it.” Bruce replied.

“Perhaps we should join Todd in his endeavor and ensure that his worthless tormentors are permanently out of the picture.”

“God, he said top thirty. He was counting.”

Damian silently withdrew a kitchen knife.

“No murder with my quality chef’s knives, Master Damian.”

“Tt.”

“Master Jason follows the same rules. Now, out of the kitchen. I may be old, but I remember the last time master Bruce and master Dick stepped foot in here and I will not have a repeat.”

[noisilyscreechingsong]

“The what?”

Danny and Duke had been having a pretty okay day. Duke got a ridiculous packet to complete from his professor, and Danny tripped down the stairs in the library, causing a ruckus that got everyone’s attention.

So yea, everything was going well until they decided to push their luck and go to a new coffee shop a bit further away. It wasn’t the coffee shop itself, but the goons that came out of nowhere to kidnap Tim Drake-Wayne who was getting an order to go, which turned into a gang fight in the middle of the street.

Danny and Duke, along with Tim, ended up sheltered behind a car and missed the opportunity to bunker down inside the shop.

“Well, this isn’t what I planned today,” Tim comments.

“Same,” Danny agrees.

“Maybe we can wait it out?” Duke suggests.

The other two give a look that says that it was not going to happen.

“Rock, Paper, Scissors for peeking,” Danny says, already holding out his fist.

“Bet.”

They look at Duke.

Peer Pressure works and he groans with clear discomfort at the situation.

Duke loses. A bullet whizzes past his head.

“Nope! Nope. Not doing that again.”

Tim rolls his eyes at the dramatics, but with Danny still there he bit his tongue.

“What’d you see?”

Duke looks at Tim like he’s crazy.

“Lots of people with guns,” he answers hysterically.

“Need a hand?”

Red Hood had swung down from the nearest rooftop, hand gun in both hands. He pops off three shots before having to duck behind the car with them.

“Hood, what are you doing here? This isn’t Crime Alley,” Tim asks like they bumped into each other at the supermarket.

Hood shrugs, “Close enough.”

“Oh sweet, can I borrow that?” Danny randomly asks.

Before anyone can question what he was talking about he was already reaching out to take the handgun off of Hood’s thigh.

“Whoa-“

Danny turns to look over the car’s hood and pulls the trigger. Nothing happens.

The others pull him back quickly. He winces at the hard fall to his tailbone.

“Holy crap! Danny!”

“Dude, are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Hey!” Danny interrupts their freak out. “It’s not my fault his gun is broke.”

“The safety is still on, idiot,” Hood tilts his head.

“The what?” Danny asks in genuine confusion.

The three brothers all pause and look at him.

“The safety? On the gun? So there isn’t a misfire?” Tim explains. He was stuck between shocked and judgmental.

“This is why people who don’t know how to shoot shouldn’t touch guns,” Hood says in frustration while reaching to take it away.

Danny pulls it back out of reach.

“I know how to shoot, thanks. My parent’s weapons just don’t have safety things. I’m not used to it,” he grumbles.

“What do you-“

But Danny was already finding the safety and flicking it off before trying again. This time he hits two goons, one in the shoulder and another in the leg.

The batboys glance at each other.

“So,” Hood tries to be casual, “what do your parents do?”

“They’re scientists,” Danny answers, mainly focused on shooting another person dressed in a mask, “but they make their own weapons.”

“Are they by any chance mad scientists? Or borderline rogues?” Duke asks as half a joke.

“Of course not,” Danny answers. Then he pauses to actually think about it. “I don’t think so.”

“Cool. That’s fine.”

**

After that Danny had a few more ‘meet and greet’s with the local vigilantes and saw some lingering shadows around their apartment. They had the weirdest questions about his family.

[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — GOJO SATORU x FEM READER

Gojo “my girl is mad at me I hope I die” Satoru

wc — 600

tags — fluff, companion piece to modern intimacy so you’re also married in this one, love as annoyance 

Gojo looks like he tried to drown himself in the shower. 

If you hadn’t just mopped the floor, you might be tempted to give in and beckon him over to cuddle. As it is, your annoyance is only mildly tempered by how adorable he is. You suspect this was his plan all along. 

“Go dry your hair,” you tell him coldly, hardly even giving him a glance after his first step into the room. 

He pouts, which you were expecting. He should really learn some new tricks at this point. You make a shooing gesture at him to drive home the point. 

Instead, he clambers down next to your feet, all six feet and two inches of him compressed down to fit his head into your lap. Gojo’s so lanky it gives you the impression of a Jenga tower collapsing in on itself to watch him get on his knees. 

“But you’re mad at me,” he whines. Chilly droplets are seeping into your thighs. 

“I’ll be madder if you keep getting my pants wet. Go on, you’ll catch a cold.” 

“I deserve it.” 

“Gojo.” 

You say it as if you’re short of patience, when really, you’re far from it. You’re enjoying this way too much. 

He turns his head so he can look up at you. His hair falls into his eyes, making him look like a sad, wet puppy, shivering at your feet for mercy. It’s an act, of course. 

He’s the strongest man in the world. Still, you feel your heart melting as you would for any poor abandoned creature. You brush his bangs out of his face, trying to hold onto your weakening resolve. 

He knows he’s got you. It’s just a matter of time. 

“I can’t live with myself,” he says. “If you’re going to be mad at me, you should just kill me. It would be easier-“ 

“Don’t be dramatic,” you say, but that’s when he strikes the killing blow. 

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he just looks at you with eyes that are suspiciously shiny, his pretty pink lips in a soft frown. You sigh and put the book you were trying to read down. 

“Go get the hairdryer.” 

Gojo perks up immediately. You stay on the sofa. He sits on the ground between your legs as you run your hands through his hair, moving section by section. It fluffs up as hot air moves over it. 

“Are you still mad?” 

“Want to take a guess?” 

He turns around so fast he almost hits himself in the face with the hairdryer in your hand. 

“I’ll never do it again, I swear.” 

“You swear?” You’re teasing. 

Gojo places one hand over his heart and raises the other like he’s making a pledge. You’re the only nation he’d ever devote himself to, anyway. “You know my motto is happy wife, happy life.” 

“I don’t know, actually.” You laugh. “Did you just come up with that?” 

“Now you’re just being mean,” he says. 

“I’m glad you picked up on it,” you say dryly. 

You like him pathetic. It appeals to your worst nature, the one that kind of wants to pinch him just to see him cry. You don’t know when you developed such feelings, and you’re certainly not sadistic towards anyone else, but Gojo just provokes you. It’s what he does. He’s good at being annoying. 

But you love that part of him, just as much as you love the part of him that can’t live without your attention. 

“You really learned your lesson?” You ask. “You won’t do it again?” 

“And go through this again? You kidding?” 

You pinch his cheek in annoyance, but he just laughs and wraps his arms around you, ignoring the way you try to wriggle away. 

“Your hair isn’t dry yet!”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says, rubbing his cheek against yours. His shampoo smells good. “Happy husband, happy wife.” 

He knows you too well for you to disagree. 

[rinriniisthekatch]

This was not in Dick's plans today. Seriously, it was his one day off and all he wanted to do was bug the shit out of Jay and relax in the comfort of his own home before heading to the manor and practically beg for Alf's good food.

All Dick got was being kidnapped with another person and Riddler's goons. No blindfolds, hands cuffed and tied with a rope. Wow, they really didn't want them to escape today. It's time to just wait for his brothers... maybe B, too.

"So, is Fashion Disaster #3 gonna do something with us, or are we just sitting here to look like two pretty birds?" Dick didn't recognize the voice, but he did snort.

"Quiet." One of the goons demanded as he hit the other guy in the face with the gun.

"You know, you told me to talk once, and now you're telling me to shut up? How does that work? Cause I can totally make an echo." Oh god, this civilian is taunting the goons. Sir, we are still tied, and they can kill us.

Is he... he is! He's humming, Baby Shark! OK Dick, don't laugh. Don't laugh. Hold it in. You can do it. Fuck. No, he can't. Dick took a deep breath as he attempted to regulate his breathing to not laugh at all. Cause, oh my god, this guy is making him want to laugh!

"So... how's it going? Besides being tied up like a domninatrix waiting for us to loosen up." Dick looked at the other guy. He was cute and fucking hilarious. Warm ice blue eyes and shaggy crow black hair.

"Oh, you know hanging out. Trying not to die from laughter. Could be worse." Dick grinned.

"See! That's what I'm saying...! People need to loosen up around here. How do you feel like breaking out?" The smirk on the other man's face screamed menace.

This is the type of person who Dick watches out for while being a cop. The other guy gave him a look. He had said that aloud. Whelp. Too late now.

"Bro. My record is clean-ish. But like sometimes my family is all kind of crazies. Mad scientists types. Genetics, y'know?" Dick still didn't know this man's name.

Dick cackled, "You're a scientist?"

The other man smiled widely, "Engineer for WE actually." Dick noticed the man's hands were free now. The cuffs and rope weren't cut, but he somehow got out anyway.

"Oh, really? How long have you been working at WE?"

"Hey! I said, be quiet! Now, shut up and stop talking!"

The smaller man huffed, proceeded to grab the goon by the gun, flip him forward, and then kicked him in the face, knocking him out.

Dick blinked, "How..? Wha-"

"Like I asked, do you wanna break out? I'll forgive you for being a cop and a date?"

Yeah... "You know what, why not?"

[sttoru]

your lover would do anything to have your attention on him and nothing or no one else. even if that meant competing with a stuffed toy.

☀︎｜tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff, teeny tiny bit suggestive. implied age gap (reader early 20’s, satoru early 30’s). just satoru being a manchild honestly. reader gets called ‘pretty, princess, baby.’ little dumb drabble that is not beta read.

you were cuddling up to your plushie under a pile of blankets, protecting yourself from the almost freezing temperatures outside of your apartment. the television is playing your favorite show, your food is set on the coffee table and your lovely boyfriend is. . . taking pictures of you.

“come on — look at the camera, pretty girl!” satoru coos. he was blocking your view of the screen, indirectly forcing you to follow his instructions. the older man visibly melts the moment you actually do gaze up at him; his eyes soften and his smile brightens, “there y’go. so adorable.”

he snaps a couple pictures from different angles and even one from up close. his big hand cups both of your cheeks, squeezing them together and forcing your mouth into a deformed ‘o’ shape. the way you look up at him through your eyelashes was the cherry on top.

“have i ever told you how beautiful you are, princess?” satoru sighs as he takes one last picture. he puts his phone down and settles next to you on the couch.

you chuckle and instantly rest your head on his shoulder. he sneaks a hand under the blankets and rests it on the exposed skin of your hip, causing you to shiver from the contrast between your body temperatures, “you remind me of it every day.”

satoru huffs—a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. he’s holding back the urges to nibble on your cheek. you’re just so adorable to him; it’s hard to control the cute aggression he experiences whenever you’re around him.

“yeah, well, as i should.” your clingy boyfriend says matter-of-factly. you roll your eyes and scoot over to the other side of the couch, moving away from satoru in fear of him possibly stealing your blankets. he was known as the ‘blanket hogger’ in your relationship after all.

satoru frowns in response and childishly puts his hands on his hips, looking at you like you had just betrayed his trust. you stick your tongue out and continue watching your favorite show—snuggled up to the fluffy blankets and stuffed toy instead of your man.

“can’t believe i got replaced by some blankets and a dumb plushie.” satoru whines. he sighs dramatically and slumps back against the couch, crossing his arms. a pillow flies over to his side and hits him right on the head.

“it’s not dumb. that’s mean.” you glare at him with an offended expression, though were also proud of your excellent aim. you hug your hello kitty plushie to your chest and turn your body the other way. now it was your time to sulk.

little did you know that you’d still be no match to your sassy lover.

the older man falls to the side, continuing his theatrics and clutching his head, “and on top of all that, i’m portrayed as the bad guy. . . haaaah, all i wanted was to be close to my pretty girlfriend.”

that gains him another cushion to the head. satoru grunts and huffs before planning a counterattack. one that was much more direct, yet softer than your pillow attacks.

not a second passes by and your body is already getting robbed from the blankets. “hey, wait,” you click your tongue, though were physically too weak to do anything about satoru’s actions. his body crushes yours underneath him — your poor plushie squeezed between you and your lover.

his hands move quickly to wrap the covers around the both of you. satoru grins to himself as he snuggles up to you, making himself comfortable in your embrace. his face is buried against your chest and his voice is muffled as he speaks up, “oh, c’mooon. can ya blame a man for wanting to cuddle with his girl? exactly - no.”

. . . he didn’t even give you the chance to answer his question. you playfully smack the back of his head and satoru giggles. sometimes it really feels like you’re the older one in the relationship.

“fine, but she’s staying.” you give in eventually, though were demanding for your plushie to stay with you. not that satoru cared about that thing any longer: as long as he has you in his arms, he doesn’t give a damn about anything else.

the white-haired man answers with a simple hum. he even adjusts the stuffed toy so it could rest between both your bodies, patting its head with care before doing the same to you. his large hand settles on top of your head and he moves it back and forth—a gesture of affection he likes to do often.

“mm — say, baby. .” satoru yawns and rests his head back on your chest afterwards. he closes his eyes while he presses soft kisses to the swell of your breasts, “cuddling with me is way better than cuddling with your plushies, right? riiiight?”

there he goes again. you can’t help but snicker however. you grin devilishly and take time to think of a way to tease your lover, “hmmm—no, i think i’d much rather cuddle with my plushies.”

you hear that dramatic gasp and mentally prepare yourself to deal with an even whinier and clingier satoru.

[vivwritesfics]

Hand Print

Carlos has these big strong sexy hands. He uses them to grip her ass in sex, leaves a hand print seen by Lando at the beach.

Warnings: smut, P in V, biting, marking

@biancathecool had the idea, I brought it to life lmaoooo

It made so much sense that he was strong enough for this, now. With all of the cycling he did, Carlos had been in the gym, working out his arms. Keeping his proportions the same.

She loved it. Loved the way it felt to have his strong arms wrapped around her. It was a turn on, actually. Cuddling with Carlos never lasted long when she could feel his muscles against her.

Fuck, she just wanted to bite him. Bite his strong, tanned arms. The joys of having an athlete boyfriend.

Where she liked biting her boyfriend, leaving gentle, consensual bite marks on his skin, Carlos liked to hold her ass.

Well, not just hold. His grip on her, on her hips, thighs, anywhere he could get a hold of. The way his tight grip left her skin with delightful bruises was just the cherry on top.

This time around, Carlos held her ass. He gripped the flesh as she rode him, her moans filling the room. "Fuck," he grunted and squeezed tighter, matching the way she was squeezing him, cunt gripping his cock.

It wasn't often their time away coincided with Lando, Carlos's best friend on the grid. They knew they were supposed to be going to the private beach with Lando and his new girlfriend, but the minute she put on that bikini, he had to have her.

And the feeling of her cumming around his cock was so fucking worth it. Even if she had to take a few extra minutes to fix her hair and makeup before they headed to the beach.

She didn't notice the handprint Carlos had left behind as she pulled her new bikini bottoms over her ass. Carlos just caught a glimpse of it as she pulled her beach skirt over the top. Damn, she was so fucking delectable.

Carlos held her as they made their way down to the beach. His big strong arms around her as he carried their things in his other hand. There was, quite literally, nothing better.

"Bit fucking late!" Lando called as they walked over.

Carlos sat their stuff down with a grin. "Got a bit... distracted," he said as she laid out the blanket. He watched as Lando rolled his eyes and she hit his chest.

The beach day started off normal. She laid in the sun, read her book and basked in the feeling of the warmth on her skin, as Carlos laid beside her, tracing patterns across her stomach.

There was no keeping this man away from his girl.

But then Lando had him up and playing football as she chatted to Lando's new girlfriend, getting to know her (it wasn't the first time they'd met, but the first time they'd met she hadn't been serious with Lando. So, Carlos's girl hadn't bothered).

She laid on her stomach as they talked and laughed, hand cushioning her head. "Oh, just wait until they try taking us golfing," she said and the other girl laughed. It seemed she had found a friend.

But this story isn't about friendship. This story is about Carlos and his big, strong hands.

After a good and probably unfair game of football in the sand (knowing the two of them, there was definitely some cheating going on), the boys wandered back over. "Here, baby," she said, handing Carlos a bottle of water. He downed it in one go.

"Thank you, Hermosa," he said as he leaned down to kiss her. It was pure bliss, just like every day with Carlos. But there is always something that interrupts that bliss.

"What the fuck is that on your ass?"

"Why are you staring at my ass, Norris?" She called back, immediately on the defensive. But, as she spoke, she was glaring at her boyfriend.

But Lando was still looking. Defensively, she pulled down her bikini bottoms to cover more of her ass, but in that moment, she only showed off more of the handprint on her ass.

"You guys are freaky as fuck," said Lando as he said beside his girlfriend.

"You haven't seen nothing, Norris."

It was only muttered as she pulled Carlos closer. "What the fuck is on my ass?" She hissed in his ear as she kissed the spot just beneath it.

Carlos flexed his fingers.

"You asshole, that's hot as fuck."

She ended up with a few more that night.