#better than squat and cough

[beardedmrbean]

Deputies made a peculiar discovery after a required body scan of an arrestee revealed a foreign object inside his anal cavity. 

Lt. Jeff Holt, assistant jail commander of operations at the La Porte County Jail in Indiana, was assisting deputies on May 17 when one of the people arrested refused to have his body scan taken. 

All arrestees are required to go through a "SecurPASS" Body Scan before being booked into jail, according to a Facebook post from the La Porte County Sheriff’s Office. 

The arrestee finally agreed to get the scan and during a review of the images, Holt saw a foreign object lodged inside the man’s anal cavity. 

Because of his many years of training, Holt was able to recognize that the object was metal and escorted the man to another room for an additional search. 

The arrestee was put through a second body scan and the object moved to a position which made it easier to positively identify as scissors. 

The scissors were removed without incident. 

"The body scanner is an incredible state of the art tool used to ensure the safety and security of all within the La Porte County Jail. Lieutenant Holt is commended for relying upon his training and experience, and successfully preventing a dangerous edged object from making its way fully into the jail," said Captain Derek J. Allen.

[your-internet-bf]

We hadn't always gotten along. When our parents got married, we could barely stand each other. How could we get along with some brat we barely knew? Luckily, I had an idea. I bought a clicker - you know, the one they use to train dogs? - and got to work.

I started with "thank you". Every time you said it, maybe at dinner, in the car, at a restaurant, I pressed the clicker. You couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, and nobody else seemed to know what you were talking about. But soon, I started helping you with chores around the house and when we finished, *click*. And without really thinking about it, you'd say "thank you."

A few months passed, and you'd started to notice things about me. I took care of myself. I was clean, and I exercised regularly. You'd hang around when you knew I'd be back from the gym just to catch a whiff of the sweat and metal on me when I returned - our eyes caught once when you got a little too close, and for the first time you saw something primal, a little dark, in my gaze. But it passed in an instant.

We started getting along better, now. So one day, when you were lying on the couch with a snack bowl, I snatched it up and motioned to throw it into your mouth. Well, innocent enough, right? And it wasn't like I was eating much, so it's fine, right? Every time you open your mouth to catch, *click*, *click*, *click*.

Then, I invited you to come work out with me. Every time you did a squat, *click*. I told you it was a metronome to keep your intensity up, but you noticed the bulge in my sweatpants was bigger than usual. Wait, when did you start noticing my bulge, especially enough to know that...?

Finally, it was time. I'd been listening outside your bedroom door for weeks now, and I knew when you'd be asleep. I quietly opened your door and stepped into your room, locking it behind me. You stirred at the sound of the lock clicking, but I wasn't afraid.

I gingerly pulled down the covers and just... stared for a while. I'd never taken the time to really look at how beautiful you are, how gorgeous those curves were. I could hardly stand it. As you lay on your side, I took out the clicker, and *click* it once. Laying on your side, like you were on the couch with the snacks, you obediently open your mouth.

I pull down my pants, my long, thick cock swinging between my thighs. I brush the back of my hand over your cheek, then set it firmly against the back of your head, and push into your mouth.

You wake up almost immediately, but my hand stops you from pulling back as I force inch after throbbing inch down your throat. The more you struggle, the tighter you feel, the harder I push, until you felt your nose press into my hips. You push as hard as you can against me, but I'm so much bigger and stronger than you it doesn't do anything. I don't even budge.

I start to grind into your skull, making you swallow the thick, heavy head of my cock again and again, as I groan in pleasure. I start thrusting harder and harder, making your eyes water as I slam my hips into your face again and again, until finally, mercifully, I release inside you, deep inside your throat. You feel me pulse with your whole mouth, and you struggle to swallow each load of thick, hot, sticky cum while I'm still inside you.

With a shuddering breath, I pull out, letting you breathe properly for the first time in minutes. I watch while you cough and catch your breath, and then I ask, "what do you say?"

You breathe in intending to scream, but then you hear it, just one soft *click*, and all you can say is "thank you".

You stare at me, confused. I wipe my cum off your chin with my thumb, and *click* again. "Thank you", you say.

"I knew it. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Now," I push you onto your back, "spread for me."

*click*

You raise your legs to either side, exactly like you're doing a squat.

"I don't - I don't understand," you whimper, legs still in the air.

"You don't have to," I reply, reaching one hand between your legs to feel how wet you are.

"You're soaking, little girl," as I bring my hand up for you to see... Then make you taste it. I reach back down and slip in two of my thick, strong fingers, and cover your mouth with my other hand as you moan. I press up in just the right spot, rubbing in tight, quick circles so deliciously that you can't help but arch your back and grind into me. You feel the pleasure build and all thought leaves your mind; the only thing that matters is my fingers inside you, the scent of my hand over your mouth, and the lingering taste of me.

But before you can finish I pull my fingers out, pressing up and out, leaving you twitching and gasping. "Not yet," I mutter, and I move myself down between your legs. I line up my cock, slapping it down on your tummy first. It reaches your navel, and you feel a wave of fear that only makes you wetter. I pull back, then start pushing in.

It's thick, thick, thick, and heavy. I stretch you out wider than you thought possible, pressuring you in every direction, spreading your aching cunt and making you feel full inside for the first time in your life. Long, deep strokes, moving your whole body with every thrust, reaching inside you, my breath coming fast and hard.

And you hear it again.

*click*

"Thank you," you choke out between sobs.

*click*

"Thank you," you moan.

*click*

"Thank you," you plead, tears in your eyes.

My strokes come faster now, slamming inside you like an animal as you continue to thank me for raping you. Finally, finally, finally, you feel me tense up and slam deep, deep, deep inside you, pressing your whole body into the bed, as I cum again. Huge, hot, sticky white loads of my cum shoot inside you, filling you, as my breath comes in gasps, and as I do you feel it too, now, the wave of pleasure cresting, and you cum, your legs squeezing together, your face screwed tight, moaning with the release of months of tension. And as you cum, you hear a new sound, a familiar sound, but it's deeper than the others...

*click*

And you cum harder, knowing I'm training you like a bitch in heat.

I climb up next to you, and just gaze into your eyes for a moment. Then I smile. "Let's go again."

*click*

[sulfursmells]

Gas Leak

(Can someone tell me if I uploaded this one before, cause if yes then I guess it was deleted)

You arrived at the supermarket to just find a few things, eggs milk etc. what you didn’t expect was to see a six foot hunk right at the top of the aisle you had to go down. You can’t help, but try to look at anything else so he doesn’t see you checking him out. Taking quick glances at him then farting your eyes else where to try and hide your interest. You then bend down to reach something at the bottom shelve squatting in the aisle. As you search through all the items you notice the guy is practically behind you, the back of your head on lvl so the his ass. You turn your head to get a glimpse, as he moves backwards putting your face right between his cheeks.

The dude grunts as you are hit with a horrid smell and start to cough. “Woah sorry dude, just wanted to play a joke didn’t mean to give you a face full,but hey you make a good seat and muffle.” He said with your still between in the middle of the aisle. After releasing another more potent fart he finally got off. “Smell you later” is all he said as he walked away down the aisle. You keep coughing trying to come back from the horrible experience and continue your shopping. You enter the next aisle of and are immediately hit by the same smell again causing another coughing fit. You try to escape by going to the next aisle then the next aisle and then the next aisle again the same thing happening each time. Your eyes watering and struggling to breathe you grab your last item and book it to self checkout. As you’re waiting, the air begins to get easier to breathe and your eyes stop watering. You take a deep breath in as the same dude from before slowly walks past you leaving in his wake a silent but deadly that has everyone behind him coughing and gagging from the smell. Your red itching eyes locked onto him as he walks to the front scanning and paying for his items. He then makes eye contact with you walking towards you. “You seem to be fairings better than most here’s my number for when you really want to see what I can do. By the way the names Dustin.” After handing you a note with his number he walks to the front of the store stretching and letting rip one very audible blast before walking out of your sight. You ponder wondering what if this was just child’s play for him. Scared to think what he could do if he really tried to gas someone. “Maybe that someone will be me.”

[mar-iiposa]

prompt: the boys find out that their s/o snorts when they laugh

tag(s)/warnings: GN reader, suggestive comments/themes/jokes, vv fluffy

requests: open

authors note at the end for readers!! stay tuned :D

Leonardo:

he’s trimming his bonsai (you know how much he treasures them)

he’s slightly humming “boy’s a liar too

you’re reading a book whilst in the dojo

the dojo is quiet except for the calculated snips

you decided to save the next chapter of your book for later, so you quietly go on your phone

until you see a cute couples date idea on your ‘for you’ page

“hey, leo?”

you didn’t expect your voice to come off as wayy louder than intended

and neither did your boyfriend

the blue-masked ninja jumps at the unexpected noise

so much so that he knocks his bonsai over

his heart stops and he swiftly dove to the floor and scrambled to juggle the plant before finally catching it

he wipes his forehead and breathes a loud sigh of relief

however, you’re laughing your literal ass off

never have you seen him so visibly stressed

you were convinced he was gonna have a heart attack

hunched over and gripping your own sides, you’re hollering

and out comes snorts while you laugh

but as soon as you realize you’re snorting, you put a hand to your mouth

as you blink in embarrassment and security,

leo smiles over at you in adoration

with those criminal cute dimples too

“what was tha-?”

“you heard nothing.”

“babe, I know what I heard.”

you look away in pure embarrassment, heavily avoiding eye contact

“I know it’s weird-“

he’s now visibly confused

like wtf??? wdym ‘weird’??

he thought, if anything, that he’s the weird one

considering he’s a mutant turtle

“how is that gorgeous laugh weird?”

you’re about to respond when you pause

your cheeks grow warm

“what-“

“you heard me.”

and he’s giving you that little coy yet sincere smile of his

“you should laugh like that more often, princess.”

your jaw has dropped

he takes a few steps towards you

and he gently holds your chin, lifting it so that you look up at him

eye contact (l o r d)

“I like that raw beauty.”

you sink into your seat, oh my god

he chuckles softly and pecks your lips with a kiss before walking out of the dojo

you’re stunned.

and why are you turned on-

Raphael:

so we all know raph

and he is the biggest “gym rat”

( no offense to master splinter )

and you guys know those squats that you do with weights???

yeah, well, raph wanted to try those out today

and so he did

but it didn’t go by unnoticed

you were spotting raph (gym term) when mikey passed by

and my god, does mikey always have something to say

right as raph was mid-squat

“nice ass-popping, raph”

you

you LOST IT

in tears laughing

mikey instantly fled from the scene

the look on raphael’s face just made it so much better

and so did it make you laugh much harder

thus, you began to laugh your “real laugh”

snort after snort surrounded your laughter

uncontrollably snort-laughing

“ya got the hiccups there?”

and just as quickly as he mentioned it, you were just as quick to stop it

you stood from your seat and your brows furrowed together

he knew that look

that was when he knew he was screwed

and off you went, grabbing your things and ready to head up go the surface and back home for the night

he strides after you, reaching out for your arm

but you pull it back before he can get the chance

“babe, what’s wro-“

you stop briefly outside of the lair’s entrance, tears pricking at your eyes

you feel the droplets on your lashes, and you can’t look at him

so, he stands in front of you

and his heart stings

“I feel like a pig,” you cough slightly as you begin to cry

raph’s expression instantly softens

“baby… yer speakin’ nonsense.”

he gently takes your hand in his big, rough and calloused one

“everyone always says that when they hear my real laugh.”

your pout quivers as your lips do so, your shoulders shaking slightly as you cry

you move to cover your mouth and half of your face with your other hand as you cry

but he stops you

and he carefully places it on his cheek

and his left hand rests on your cheek too

“raphae-“

“I love ev’rythin’ about ya. sweet cheeks, look at me.”

your gaze flickers to meet his amber eyes

“you could have a million laughs… but this one right here? jesus, that one’s my favorite. now that’s for sure.”

you get on your toes and desperately hug your much-taller boyfriend

now this is one of the reasons he’s the love of your life

“I love you, raphie.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Donatello:

that’s it

he’s convinced you are 110% his soulmate

and here he thought that he had the worst and dorkiest laugh

this snort-laugh of yours occurred when donnie had accidentally taken a sip of scorchingly-hot coffee

he was sleep deprived

thus, he forgot how hot coffee could be

directly after pouring it

and you weren’t quick enough to stop him

so you snort laugh, stomping a little as you throw your head back in your chair

he used to hate his own laugh that involved tons of snorting sounds

but now you’ve effortlessly convinced him that it’s the best laugh in the entire universe

“what was that?”

donnie’s got the biggest and most goofiest grin on his face

“I can explain-“

his grin expands

“yeah, huh? give me another demonstration, darling.”

you shake your head in disagreement

just as you open your mouth to further reply, he continues

“oh, I bet I can out-snort you, jellybean.”

a wicked grin plastered on his face

and a mirroring grin begins to grow on yours too

“how much are we talkin’?”

“un-licked poptarts.”

“annddd?”

“annddd I’ll have to be out of the lab for a week.”

woah

this dude was serious

“deal. pleasure doing business with you, an-“

“nuh uh, no stalling. let’s hear it, you first.”

donnie gestured towards you to start off the competition

you give a purposely-snarky little laugh, snorting near the end

your boyfriend gives a nod of approval

“very cute, might be hard to beat.”

then he gives it a go

“such a rookie”

he shoots such a devastatingly-cute yet playful grin over at you

he then cracks his knuckles

“game on.”

and so now this just sparks your competitive side

you two spend the next 15 minutes just going back and forth

and those passing by right outside of the lab are so confused

“what the hell’s going on in there-”

Michelangelo:

thank god he’s a comedian

you’ve giggled countless times around mikey and towards his jokes

he’s a funny one

indefinitely getting giggles and chuckles straight out of you

but your actual laugh???

it had yet to be unleashed

until today

your boyfriend’s trying to show you how to get creative with your art

lately, you’ve been out of the zone

and who better than than the master of creativity himself to help you out of your art block?

so here you are in the sewers, spray painting on the walls

“angelcakes, you’re too stiff! you gotta relax, chillll”

“but I’m trying!”

he moves to stand directly behind you, covering your eyes with the tails of his mask, his hands over them as well

“what’re you doing?”

“just spray with your eyes closed and move, babes.”

you inhale and then exhale

with a few movements here and there, you decide to start off small until you could hopefully gain inspiration from there

instead, all you got was a surprise

“IS THAT A PENIS?”

apparently, you accidentally drew one

mikey yelped, falling to the floor as he banged his fist against it in fits of laughter

he had the humor of a middle-school boy

and so did you

top tier comedy imo

you kneeled down to the floor beside him

clapping your hands, you feel yourself losing control of your body

and that accounts and goes for your laugh too

least expecting it, you begin to snort as you uncontrollably laugh

some squeals in there too as you try to regain your composure

he laughs harder, pointing at you

you nearly feel the insecurity start to seep in

that is until you hear him go “awee!”

and your heart melts

but not as much as his has

“you like my snorting??”

“who wouldn’t?! it’s the cuuutest thing ever, baby!”

you swore that you fell deeper in love with this man

somehow

you both just sit there in those sewers

laughing over an accidental penis drawing

and continuing to laugh like a couple of fools

lovesick fools

author’s note: hello, everyone!! glad to be back! I’ve been on hiatus recently, but I hope to be more active and produce more fanfics and headcanons for you guys :) I am currently open to requests, so please send them my way! and don’t limit yourself, you can send as manyyyy requests as you want!! please leave comments and stuff, they fuel my motivation and validation tbh 🫶 thank you for reading, thrilled to be back!!

[zorosimpclub]

against the mirror – Zoro NSFW

characters: zoro roronoa x fem!reader

praising & degrading | smut | 18+ only – MDNI

word count: 4k

She sighed for the umpteenth time today, sometimes it was really boring on the sea. Sure it was her life dream to be on the grand line but at what cost? Y/N groaned, hoping something would just help her feel less bored.

After what seems like million years, she decided to climb up to the crow’s nest in hopes she’d see Zoro - the man was cold and rude but she couldn’t help but be charmed by him.

Pulling herself up, she goes inside only to find him exercising vigorously. A blush crept on her cheeks at the sight before her. No matter how many times she’d seen him workout, something about it was just so attractive. Maybe it was the grunts he made whilst lifting his weights?

“Hey Zoro.”

He glanced at her and quickly looked away, eyes darting around the place. It was just plain awkward for him, he didn’t like the feeling of being watched. His nose flared up and he glared at her..

“What do you want.”

He spoke, his voice was rude and cold, he didn’t enjoy small talk and he was more interested in working out rather than small talking with her.

“Why do you have to be so rude?” She replied blankly before making her way to the smaller weights. She wasn’t planning on working out but it felt like she needed an excuse to be up here with him. Gosh, she was such a simp she thought. She couldn’t help it though, the man was practically crafted by the heavens themselves. Why was he so muscular in all the right places? His cold attitude was also something that she couldn’t help but be attracted to… what was wrong with her?

“I don’t have time for small talk and pointless gossip that will go nowhere.”

He spoke again before glaring at her. He hated it when people just popped up for no reason, he had his own way of life. Though his eyes followed her, as she grabbed onto the weights. He was thinking things that weren’t so appropriate, his gaze drifted on her before looking away, he didn’t want her to think he was weird.

“Yeah? You always think you’re better than the rest of us don’t you?” She rolled her eyes and started doing squats with the weights in her hands, slowly feeling the burn.

He was about to snap back, but he didn’t. He noticed her starting to squat, he watched her thighs flex and contract as she did so. He was caught in a trance, a trance he didn’t want to be in, he hated getting caught in moments like these where he’s just mesmerised by her thighs.

She cocked her head back to look at him, wondering why he hadn't said anything back. They usually had a heated back and forth for some reason, it's not that she couldn't stand him, it's that she had to be mean to him otherwise she'd end up ruining their so called friendship by acting on her desires. It was just easier to be annoying.

"What are you looking at?" She raised a brow in amusement, she wasn't an idiot. She knew he was checking her out.

He coughed a bit, her thighs- her thighs just- they were- he looked away for a moment before he replied.

“Your form is off.”

He spoke, his voice was raspy and his cheeks were so flushed. His eyes were fixated on her legs, he couldn’t look away. She was just so thick…especially from her squatting. He tried to pull his eyes away to no avail.

She smirked a little at his weak excuse but didn't call him out on it, it was fun watching him writhe in awkwardness. "Yeah? Why don't you show me how to do it properly then?”

He cleared his throat and got up from the bench, walking up to her.

“Fine, turn around and stand in front of me.”

He spoke, his voice was smooth and quiet. His gaze landed on her ass as she turned around, he caught himself and cursed under his breath.

She eyed him curiously and shrugged, what is the worst that could happen? If she was lucky, she might feel his touch every now and then. Standing up straight, she pressed her back against him.

He leaned in close, his breath hitting her neck causing her body warm up at his non existent touch. He moved quickly, his arms wrapping around her waist and pushing her down slightly with the weight.

“Spread your legs out a bit more, your knees are too close together..”

He explained, his voice was calm but tone he spoke in sent shocks down her spine.

“L-like this?” She couldn’t help but feel nervous but excited at his closeness, this wasn’t usual for them. Sure when they sparred, they’d get in each other’s faces but it was never like this.

He nodded, his warmth coming back as she adjusted. His voice was soft and gentle now, it was the first time she’d seen him like this. Why did he have to act so distant yet so hot? His face was now by her side, slightly tilted as he watched her in the mirror in front of them.

Before he spoke, his hand slid down her thighs, gaze never leaving her as he kept pushing her down with extra strength.

“That’s right…now lift up slowly.”

She stared back shyly at him in the mirror, eyes locked in as she followed his instructions.

This was new to him and it showed, he had never been this close to her before, never had she listened to him this way. She was obedient and didn’t say a word, he noticed this and couldn’t help but notice how good she looked.

“Good girl…”

Was all he could say, his hand slowly slid up towards her hips. He looked towards the mirror and saw how good she looked, his voice sounded deeper and more…seductive?

She gasped a little at his praise. That seemed out of character for him, she had only ever heard him hurl insults at her, granted she did the same to him but this was different, hearing him praise her wanted her to be more obedient, she wanted more.

He noticed her gasping, his voice was almost a whisper now, he leaned in closer, making sure she could catch on to his words. He was glad she was following his every command, he got closer to her ear and his breath brushed against her, the heat almost felt real..He had to suppress his urges for her.

“…Now bring it back down.”

He spoke softly, his words were warm and inviting, he was glad she was following his every command so obediently.

She blushed deeper and did what she was told, grazing her ass against his crotch very lightly. Hey, you couldn’t fault the girl for trying, it was clear that he was attracted to her by this point. If he didn’t want to do anything, he could just move away she thought.

His breath caught in his throat when she grazed herself against his crotch, that sensation, the sensation of her curves against him was so good he didn’t want her to lift up just yet. Though he didn’t say anything, instead he spoke again, his voice sounded raspy and slightly panting.

“Good girl…now put it down-“

He tried to say, the way she felt against him was so…good. He wanted to praise her over and over again.

She bent over and put the weights down slowly, making sure to take her time in doing so.

He inhaled sharply as he saw her bending over, his breath hitched up, his body and face flushed up. His gaze followed her, her hair fell down to her back and her well-toned ass was on display.

“Are you okay, your breathing is all over the place. Didn’t know your stamina was so low.” She grinned slightly, feeling a bit victorious at how she made him feel.

His breath quickened a bit as he shot her a glare, his cheeks slightly flared up pink.

“Shut up, I’m fine, I just haven’t-“

He paused, he stopped talking, he wasn’t going to tell her that she made him extremely nervous or that he liked just having her near him. His breathing and heart was still all over the place, he was so irritated to be like this. When did he become so soft and unconfident, and in front of her of all people.

“Haven’t what?” She clicked her tongue and as if on cue, her grin widened. After all it wasn’t everyday that the swordsman blushed like this.

She really was a pain in the ass. She wasn’t going to let it slide. He was getting annoyed but he didn’t want to show it, he knew he looked like an idiot if he lost his cool in front of her, what difference would he have to the lovesick cook if he gave into his urges? Though he had to admit the sight of her grinning was somewhat…cute?

“I said nothing, so shut up.”

She sighed and looked defeated. This man was stubborn, she knew her attempt for any progress in their situation would be futile but showing interest and then barking at her to shut up was worse somehow.

“Alright.” She pursed her lips and grabbed her towel to wipe her sweat off before getting ready to leave.

He huffed, feeling a surge of guilt hit him. Why did he act like this, he was acting like complete dick to her. He just didn’t want to seem weak in front of her, yet he already did. Why did he act like this…? He didn’t want to lose an obvious opportunity to get close to her.

“Stay, we aren’t finished.”

He spoke sternly, she looked like she was about to leave and he didn’t want her to do that without him being able to make it better.

She raised her brow and shot him an incredulous look, “What do you mean?”

He cleared his throat and thought of a lie, he had to say something…anything to make her stay, or else she will take this the wrong way.

“Your form was way off earlier, it was sloppy… so I wanted you to stay a little longer so we can fix the mistake. It’s important that you don’t hurt yourself when you’re training.”

He spoke softly, his lips were twitching and he couldn’t look her in the eyes. He was hoping she didn’t see past it and stayed.

She looked away from him and nodded, “Fine if I must.”

Zoro watched as she turned back around, his eyes scanning her body and his mind racing. She was beautiful, even with the sweat and fatigue, she still managed to look stunning.

She rolled her eyes and walked back in front of the mirror before picking up the weights and started squatting again.

He observed her movements closely, trying to find flaws in her form. His heart raced as he noticed how well she managed to hide her irritation or annoyance towards him.

“Well? Any pointers?”

"Hmm," he hummed, focusing on her form. "You're leaning too much on your right leg. Try to distribute your weight evenly between both legs." He took a deep breath, trying to maintain the cold demeanor he'd adopted earlier.

He hesitated for a moment, knowing that if he stepped closer, their bodies would be even closer. Finally, he moved behind her, placing his hands gently on her hips to adjust her stance. His touch was firm yet gentle, causing her heart rate to increase slightly.

She glanced at his reflection in the mirror, he looked extremely attractive. His muscles were toned and there was still sweat glistening his skin from whatever previous workout he did.

As she felt his touch, Zoro could sense her warmth seeping through his skin. He tried to focus on her squat, not allowing himself to be distracted by the way she made him feel. "There," he said, correcting her stance. "Now try again."

She squatted again after what seemed like eternity, “Like this?”

His eyes flickered towards her ass before quickly snapping back to her face. "Yes, that's better," he said, trying to regain his composure. "Now maintain this position while lifting weights."

“Alright..” she bent over to pick up the weights and shot him a look.

Zoro swallowed hard as he watched her bend over, her breasts practically spilling out of her top. He forced himself to look away, focusing on the weights she was about to lift.

She squatted again, this time with the weights.

Zoro watched as she lifted the weights, his heart racing in his chest. He couldn’t help but be impressed by her strength and determination. His eyes were drawn to her ass once more, and he couldn't resist any longer. ‘Fuck it’ he thought before he stepped closer, his hardened member pressing against her lower back.

"You're doing great," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Just a bit more."

She gasped slightly, feeling him harden against her and did another rep. Zoro's breath caught in his throat as she lifted the weights. He couldn't believe how aroused he was, but he forced himself to keep going.

"That's it," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "You're so close."

She felt the tension course through the room by the second, her body heating up with his touch. She could feel his cock twitch in anticipation as she did another rep, it awakened something in her. Zoro, the man she had had an enormous crush on is reacting to her body. Unbeknownst to her, she let out a soft moan thinking about how he would put her in her place.

“One more," he murmured, his fingers digging into her hips slightly. "You're almost there." As she lifted the weights for the last time, he could feel her body trembling slightly against him. He couldn't hold back any longer.

He had good self control but after hearing her moan like that, he needed to have her. Feeling confident, Zoro snaked his hand around her waist and rubbed her inner thigh.

"Zoro..." she moaned as his hand brushed against her inner thigh. She couldn't believe it, he just crossed a line but she didn't care.

“Ah..." She let out a soft whimper as his fingers dipped into her shorts and traced her folds. She was beyond wet for him, her body begging for his touch.

“Did I tell you you could stop?” he commanded as he gently circled her clit with his rough fingers.

She continued to weakly squat as he touched her so sensually. She couldn’t concentrate, the sight in front of her was too hot, them in front of a mirror, him attending to her pussy. Never did she think that they’d be in this position.

"F-four..." she stuttered out, her voice trembling as his fingers continued to tease her sensitive folds. The pleasure was too much for her to bear; she couldn't focus on her reps anymore.

He chuckled and slipped in a finger, pumping it in and out slowly. She moaned again, this time a little louder.

Her moan filled the room, her body arching into his touch. "Zoro..." She bit her bottom lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to maintain some semblance of control. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she could feel herself growing even wetter for him.

“Good girl, moan for me.” She dropped the weights and leaned forwards against the mirrored wall.

Zoro grinned, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched her lose control. He picked up the pace, his fingers finding her G-spot with each thrust.

"M-more!" she gasped out, her voice shaky with need. She felt like she was on the clouds, how did just finger make her feel this way? This had to be a dream she felt.

As if he was reading hear mind, he spoke “Your dreams are about to get a lot more real," he growled, pulling his fingers out of her soaking wet panties. "Get on your knees." He commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She gasped at the sudden command, she didn’t know why but it awoke something in her - her want to pleasure him and obey all of his commands.

With shaky knees, she complied, kneeling down before him. Her heart was racing, and her breathing was ragged. All she could think about was the way he made her feel.

“You’re such a good girl, look at you being so obedient. Open your mouth for me sweetheart.” He lifted her chin to meet her gaze. She opened her mouth, feeling an odd mixture of arousal and nervousness. His dominant gaze held hers, making her body feel hot all over.

"You're so beautiful when you submit," he whispered huskily before leaning down to press his lips gently against hers.

His hand slid to the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down and freeing his cock. It was thick and hard, and she took it with eager anticipation, slowly running her tongue along the shaft as she lowered her head to take him deeper into her throat. She closed her eyes as she savoured the way he tasted and the little grunts that filled the room. Hearing him react to her touch only turned her on further.

“A-ahhh fuck…” he moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she took him deeper into her throat. His hips bucked forward, thrusting into her mouth as he lost control, his cock pulsing and throbbing in her mouth.

She glanced to the side to look at the mirror and moans softly when she saw the state they were in. It was undeniably hot the way her mouth was moving in sync to his thrusts. Feeling himself at his edge, he yanked her head away from him cock. She looked up at him a little puzzled and disappointed that she didn’t get to swallow him cum.

Zoro groaned, his eyes locked onto hers as he pulled her off him. "You're so fucking good at that," he panted, his cock still hard and glistening with her saliva. "But I want to feel you wrapped around me."

With a smirk, Zoro laid down and guided her hands back to his cock, showing her the position he wanted them to be in.

"Slide down, take me deep inside," he instructed, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you squeezing me tight."

She bit her bottom lip and slid down onto his cock, he was huge.

The head of his cock pressed against her cervix, stretching her tightly. "Fuck... so tight," he groaned, his hands finding their way to her hips.

"Ride me, sweetheart. Show me how much you want it."

Feeling her body tighten and quiver around him, Zoro lost control. He thrust upwards, watching as her breasts bounced with each movement.

"Fuck! You feel so fucking good!" he growled, his hips rolling to meet her every move.

Feeling her own orgasm approach she rode him faster only for him to grip onto her waist to stop her. “W-what…?”

He grinned before speaking, “As much as I’d love to shoot my load in you right away, I want to see you get fucked against the mirror. See, I want to see your slutty little face as I take you from behind yeah?”

She bit her bottom lip, feeling a rush of heat between her legs as she thought about it. Unable to resist any longer, she nodded, excitement coursing through her body. "Alright," she whispered, watching as he moved to get into position behind her. "Do it."

“Ah ah, stand against the mirror and spread your legs further apart.”

“Yes, sir," she said, doing as he commanded. Her heart was racing, and her breathing was ragged. She could feel every inch of him as he positioned himself at her entrance.

“Good girl.” He praised before stroking her hair gently.

Zoro took a deep breath and pushed forward, filling her up. She let out a long moan as she felt him stretching her tightly. "Oh god, Zoro… so big…"

"I'm going to fuck you hard against the mirror and you’re going to watch as I do, okay?" he growled, his hips grinding against her ass.

He began to pick up speed, slamming into her with brutal force. The mirror rattled with each powerful thrust as he claimed her body. Her nails scraped against the surface as she arched her back, meeting his thrusts with her own. Her breasts slapped against the mirror with every movement, leaving behind a sultry rhythm of moans and grunts. "Fuck, Zoro!"

“That’s it sweetheart, you’re taking me so well aren’t you?”

Her orgasm built rapidly, waves of pleasure coursing through her body as he continued to pound into her. "I'm close, Zoro! Please don't stop!"

“Look how pretty you look when you’re fucking yourself against my cock.” He gripped her chin and forced her to look in the mirror as he pounded away at her now sore pussy.

Her eyes locked on their reflected image; she could see the desire and lust in his eyes as he claimed her against the mirror. It was intoxicating. She screamed his name as her body shuddered under the force of her climax. "Zoro! I'm cumming!"

Feeling her tighten around him, Zoro let out a primal roar and followed her over the edge. His hips bucked wildly, driving deeper into her as he filled her with his hot seed. “F-Fuck…y/n!”

Her body quaked under the force of their shared release, her muscles clenching around him. As the intensity subsided, they both panted heavily, their bodies still connected by the mirror.

“Hn…” she mumbled, feeling exhausted. He shushed her softly and kissed the top of her head as he slid out,  laying down whilst gently pulling her on top of his chest.

“Zoro…" she murmured, snuggling into his chest. Her heart was still racing, but she felt a strange sense of contentment. They stayed like that for a long time, the only sound in the room being their steady breathing.

His lips twitched into a small smile as he stroked her hair, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“I think your smile is so precious.” she continued, smiling back at him.

He cupped her face gently, tracing his thumb across her lips. "I never thought I'd see you like this. It's...beautiful."

She blushed and looked at him through her eyelashes, feeling extremely shy. “Me too…I’ve liked you for so long…”

“Shh," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "It's okay. I like you too." He wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her close. "We're together now."

She let out a soft chuckle and playfully slapped his chest “At least ask me nicely.”

He smirked captured her lips in a kiss, “Be mine, brat?”

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Here's my 2nd fanfic! Hope you enjoyed it, thank you so much for all of your kind words and interactions with my previous fic, it was so nice and motivating seeing that! As always, feel free to request a Zoro fic! :3 <3

[envies-writing-corner]

"What if I left?"

Synopsis: With a previously "gifted kid" partner who's burnt out and questions if NRC would be better off without them.

Genre: Angst

Contains: Jamil Viper, Leona Kingscholar, Malleus Draconia, Rook Hunt

CW: panic attacks, thoughts of not being good enough, overthinking, talk of sewerslide, etc. Not Proofread

Word Count: 1.3k

Yes we are ignoring the fact that this was accidentally deleted from my drafts and was a request.

Part 1, Part 2

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You sighed shakily as you stepped out of the classroom and into the crowded hallways, clutching your folders to your chest as you tried to force down the lump in your throat. How did it come to this? You were the 'gifted kid' in your world, had excelled in these new classes during your first few months and even helped tutor Ace when he was failing. Now, you had forgotten your assignment for Professor Crewel, been late to nearly every class today, and had gotten failing marks on two tests. What happened...?

It didn't matter at this point, all you knew was the tears were coming and fast, you couldn't cry, not here, not in front of everyone. You just had to breathe, right...? When did It become so difficult to breathe? Your mind was running miles a minute as you pushed through the crowd, not caring who you accidentally ran into, mumbling quiet apologies as you tried to run, not expecting your partner to find you.

Jamil Viper

"Prefect!" The vice-housewarden called after you, stunned in place after having your body slam against his in the hallway, watching your quickly retreating form for a second before running after you. Despite how fast you were, he saw the tears beginning to slip down your cheeks, he heard the hitching in your breaths. Every thought besides you left his mind, it no longer mattered that he would be late to class, or that he wouldn't have everything ready for Kalim's party this weekend. You were more important.

Jamil followed you all the way back to Ramshackle, gently opening the door to come face to face with your curled up form on the barely standing couch, head in your knees as sobs wracked through your body. His gaze softened as he closed the door behind him and kneeled in front of you, heart clenching at the sight of his lover in shambles.

A kind hand on your knee pulled you from your crying fit and surprised the boy as you pushed yourself off the couch , sending yourself flying into his arms as you hid your face in his neck, breath hitching and getting stuck in your throat as your body wracked with desperate cries.

"Oh Jamil...! I can't stand it anymore, I'm so tired of it all... I'm done with being Crowley's punching bag, I'm done with being not good enough for this school...!" you cried out, completely breaking down as the vice-housewarden gently shushed you, rubbing your back gently, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head and temple, wanting to help soothe you before things got worse in your mind,

"Please love... Calm down, it'll be ok... You're more than enough for this school, and you're enough for me. I promise you'll be ok." He whispered, tightening his arms around your waist as he gently cradled your head against his neck.

Leona Kingscholar

The lion jolted awake as the doors to the botanical gardens slammed open, quickly followed by the sound of your hysteric crying and sharp breaths. He watched from afar as you kneeled in front of the small pond, tears dripping into the still water making it ripple your reflection. Hands coming up to cover your face as you curled in on yourself, coughing out sobs as your chest began to burn from the lack of air.

Leona frowned as he carefully got up and squatted next to you, placing a hand on your head, not expecting your to turn and collapse against his form, your sobs no longer being held back as you clutched his shirt for some kind of way to ground yourself. The prince took a moment to fully grasp the situation before sighing and holding you close.

"Herbivore, you better have a good reason for interrupting my nap." He tried to joke, the tone of his voice making it clear there was no real annoyance behind his words, but it was the exact opposite of what you needed to hear right now. Instead of making you feel better, he had made you cry harder, unknowingly affirming the dark thoughts swirling in your mind.

"I can't do it anymore... I want to disappear, Leona! I'm not enough anymore, no one would care anyways... I'm just an errand dog to Crowely, and all I've done is make your life harder..." You whimpered out, more tears slipping down your cheeks as they dissolved into Leona's shirt. Your lover frowned as he laid back, pulling you on top of his chest and whispered to you.

"More people love you than you think, and I can say with full confidence that you're the most important person in my life, so don't go dying on me. Ok?"

Malleus Draconia

It wasn't even the dragon fae who found you sitting in the mirror hall during the middle of class, bawling your eyes out into your knees as scattered papers surrounded your curled up form. It was Lilia who initially sat with you until you felt better enough to return to classes, letting you release all the stress and sadness that was building up, letting you vent until no words would leave your lips. Once situated back in your next class, the vice-housewarden went straight to Malleus, telling the prince how things seemed to be getting worse and worse the longer you stayed here. The campus had never emptied out quicker than it did when the students saw the looming green-tinted storm clouds.

Malleus was already waiting at Ramshackle for you by the time you'd been able to leave the college, a sympathetic look on his stoic features as he stood there, arms already open to welcome you into a hug. It didn't take long for the waterworks to start up again as you buried your face against the male's chest, sniffling as he held you close, combing his fingers through your hair to help calm you.

"Child of man, Lilia informed me of your situation, how you wish to leave from this world permanently. I know it's not much, but I'll always be here to aid you when things grow sour." He'd speak softly, helping you inside the dorm building you called home, closing the door gently behind you both. The events afterwards of cuddling and long speeches of his love for you was only for you two to share.

Rook Hunt

The hunter had taken notice of your feelings long before they bubbled over, already informing Vil of his absence from the dorm for tonight. Rook sighed as he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, one hand holding a bouquet of flowers to your chest, wanting to make you smile instead of the tears that are spilling from your precious face.

"Mon Amour, you don't need to speak, I know... Your disappearance would break my heart, leaving me a shell of the man you love." He'd whisper against your temple, leading you away from crowded areas, letting you take the blossoms before cupping your face and resting your foreheads together, wiping away any tears that threatened to spill. He'd do everything in his power to cheer you up, using the most flowery words that you know he fully believes, leaving little love notes around the ramshackle dorm for you to find along with little trinkets that would remind him of you.

Rook would sit with you as you slowly calm down, pressing kisses to your eyelids to cease the bubbled liquid that fell from them, brushing your hair behind your ear before lifting you, all of his attention focused on chasing away any nasty and terrible thoughts that might still remain. "Mon chéri(e), never doubt yourself, if only you could see the way I view you. Maybe then, this way of thinking would vanish and you could smile once more..."

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Authors Note: I lost so much motivation while writing this, BECAUSE IT DELETED RIGHT AS I FINISHED :,) so I apologize for how bad the writing got during Rook's part. Whoever requested this, thank you requesting and I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG T-T

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Promises

written for @steddiemicrofic

prompt: one || wc: 1,111 || rating: T || cws: hurt/no comfort, cheating, custody and divorce, panic attacks, child tantrum

Thanks to the lovely @carolperkinsexgirlfriend for the edits!

“Max, go get your stuff.” Steve’s voice comes out sterner than he means to, but he’s exhausted after a long day of running errands. He doesn’t want to stand in the middle of his ex’s entryway and try to explain to their ten year old why her weekend with Daddy is over.

“But Dad,” she whines, “why can’t I stay overnight at Daddy’s again?”

“No, Max, ok? I’m sorry, but you have school and you still have homework to do. Now can you please go pack up? Auntie Robin is in the car waiting for us.”

She grumbles, holding back tears. “Why can’t I stay here? I want to live here and sleep here and Daddy can take me to school. Dad, I promise I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says, stepping into the living room with Max’s bag over his shoulder. He squats down in front of her. A bittersweet smile wobbles underneath his scrunched up nose, and Steve can tell he’s barely keeping it together. “We don’t want to keep Dad waiting, alright? He’s tired, just like you, and you’ll both sleep better in your own beds, right?”

Max throws her small arms around Eddie’s neck and buries her tear-stained cheeks into his messy hair. He squeezes her tight, and Steve sees his body heave with a shake that Eddie tries to pass off as a sigh.

Steve’s resolve starts to crumble. He turns his back on the scene, pretending he can’t hear their quiet declarations of love and promises of next time. Pretends he doesn’t know Eddie’s looking up at him, silently pleading for forgiveness. A look filled with all the empty words Steve’s heard before.

“I miss you,” Max cries “I want you to come home.” A tear slips down Steve’s cheek and he quickly wipes it away.

“I miss you too, Honey.” Eddie chokes around another sob. “But Daddy’s going to stay here for a while, ok? I know it’s hard but everything’s gonna be alright, I promise.”

Steve coughs, hopelessly trying to dislodge the lump clogged in his throat. Except Eddie takes it as a cue of impatience. He doesn’t say anything though, just stands and guides her to the door where Steve’s still pretending not to notice.

“Come on Max, let’s go home.” 

“No.” Max says, voice hard with conviction. “I’m not going home with you. I’m staying here with Daddy. Forever.”

“Max,” Steve responds, trying to match her tone, “I’m done arguing about this, we need to leave.”

“Why is Daddy even staying here?” Her face and neck are painted with angry red splotches, and Steve can spot a tantrum bubbling up. Normally, gentle understanding and praise calms her down. But how can he even begin to answer her? How does he explain to her that her Daddy hurt him beyond repair? 

The only consolation Steve got on the worst day of his life was that Max wasn’t home to watch her Daddy stumble in through the front door sobbing at nine in the morning, reeking of booze, stale cigarettes and strange lavender perfume. At least she didn’t have to listen to Eddie’s desperate apologies between bouts of vomiting, or Steve screaming at him to get out while he threw Eddie’s acoustic down the stairs.

Steve loves his little girl, so of course he won’t tell her the truth. He’ll even lie to her, no matter the consequences, to make sure nothing taints her relationship with Eddie. He’s always been an amazing father, and what happened doesn’t change that.

She starts shouting again. “He should live at home with us! Why don’t you let him come home, please? Dad, I swear I’ll do anything you want!” 

Thankfully she’s facing Steve, because he looks past her at Eddie, who’s soaking his sleeves in tears. Steve’s watched Eddie cry more in the past three months than he has their entire marriage.

“No, honey, please let’s just talk–”

“No, I hate you! I hate you! I wish I lived here with Daddy instead of you!”

She quickly turns around, snatching up her pack from the floor where Eddie had placed it. Steve’s head rings with the violent slam of the door closing behind her. His mind’s filled with static, and he wonders how his life came to this.

Since he kicked Eddie out, Steve’s constantly reminding himself that he made the right decision. He’s been cheated on in almost all of his relationships, and he always gave them a second chance. Everything would go back to normal for a while before the relationship eventually soured, leaving him devastated. 

He refuses to keep giving people who hurt him another chance.

If they really loved him, they wouldn’t have hurt him. If Eddie really loved him, he wouldn’t have been tempted.

Eddie vowed to love Steve, and only Steve. Forever.

A lie. Another broken promise.

But now her words leave Steve cut open and bleeding out in the middle of his ex's new apartment. He collapses under the weight of it all, knees buckling to the floor. As the panic sets in, he’s wrapped up in a warm embrace, ringed fingers combing through his hair and soft shushes in his ear. 

They fall into routine. Eddie tells him when to inhale and exhale, a hand gliding up and down his back. Steve climbs further into his lap, seeking an old comfort he’s yet to replace.

“Angel, you know she didn’t mean it.” He tries so hard to whisper, but Eddie’s voice cracks around the nickname and there’s tears on the back of Steve’s neck. “We’re not our parents. Even if– though. Even though we aren’t together, we’ll still love and support her no matter what. You’re the best dad, Angel, I promise.”

Steve catches the golden shine of Eddie’s wedding band as it passes across his forehead. The image of his own matching silver band stuffed in the back of his nightstand makes him feel sick.

“You’ve always been good to us,” Eddie continues. “We’re so lucky to have you. We– she loves you so much, Angel.”

He wonders if tonight, like every night, he’ll slip the ring as he lays in bed. Or if he’ll be able to fall asleep without dusting his pillow with a small puff of Eddie’s cologne. 

Steve misses him– misses them. They’re supposed to be a family.

Nuzzling his nose into Eddie’s neck, he inhales deep and greedy until the lightheadedness leaves him tingling. Shaky lips press against the top of Steve’s head on a ragged exhale, as the soothing hand in his hair tightens, holds him in place. 

Steve cries and wonders if he could survive one more second chance.

[jenomov]

nurse’s office (l.jn)

wc: 2k

the office was cold.

there was never anything comforting about doctor offices. with sick people either coughing or sneezing, it bothered jeno to death.

actually, he had every reason to leave considering there was nothing wrong with him.

after his dance practice with jaemin, the pink haired boy wanted him to go and get checked out just in case there was anything wrong. he never spoke up about something like that. it was strange, but jeno caught on quite quickly when he saw haechan talking to the buffoon around the corner, with hushed voices. jeno had heard his name brought up, and began the trek to the nearest doctor's office. he knew if he hadn't, he wasn't going to be left alone by either of the two because neither knew how to mind their own business.

he had to admit, however, there was something peculiar going on in his wrist that he had no issues in getting checked out. so, there he sat; awaiting for his name to be called.

he'd made sure to sit close to the door that he needed to go through once his name was called. he didn't want to walk by all the people that were actually sick, believing if he had, he would've caught something himself.

no one wanted to see a sick jeno.

with his phone in one hand, he scrolled through his instagram feed, bored out of his mind. the only noise that filled up the quiet room was the constant typing on the computer the nurses did, light chatter from a couple a few rows away from him, aside from several coughs from other patients.

a vein forced its way across his forehead when he sees a post of a certain colored haired prick. it was a picture of the two of them at the dance practice, in the hallways, walking together. jeno was clearly not paying attention to jaemin at all, and hadn't known about the picture whilst the blank expression in the image.

"annoying," he muttered, and almost commented a colorful comment underneath the post when he heard his name get called.

"Lee Jeno?"

he looked up with a half annoyed look in them taking so long to see him, and nodded. "hi. yes."

"i’m very sorry for calling for you so late," you said with a light chuckle, ushering him through the door and letting him follow you down the hallway. "we've been quite busy today."

jeno was going to reply with something dry in false understanding when he noticed the height difference. he wasn't as tall as jisung, his other friend, but he stood at a height good enough to make you look smaller than you really were. he didn't miss the curves of your hips and supple breasts that all tried their best to stay confined in your tight nurse's dress.

as he followed into what looked to be the room he was going to be in, he mentally berated himself for falling as low as thinking provocatively about a complete stranger. he made a mental note to do better at distancing himself from haechan since that was who he was sure was trying to rub off on him.

"you can sit anywhere you'd like. i’ll just check your basics, put it all down in the computer and the doctor will be in so that you can ask all of the questions you need to. now,—" you took the stethoscope from around your neck, and placed the cold metal piece over his heart. "can you breathe in for me? then breathe out slowly."

"of course."

he let you check everything you needed, and was patient when you put all of the information in a file for him. as he waited for you to be done, he drummed his fingers against the cheap hospital bed, eyes roaming along the room, scanning anything he could see. he noted how bland everything looked. it wasn't stimulating at all so he went back to watching you and his breath hitched.

you were squatting as you were finishing up typing the necessary information, resting your body weight on your toes. jeno noticed that there wasn't a chair or anything for you to sit on, and almost thanked the heavens for such an inconvenience (for you).

he was able to see the outline of the pink panties that you had on, and had to readjust the way he was sitting to keep from growing an erection at the sight like some schoolboy. it already annoyed him that you were dressed in such a manner for a nurse's line of work, but he was more put off that he kept ogling you even when he felt bad for doing so. you were just so...

"did you hear me?"

"sorry?"

you giggled. "i said you're all set. the doctor will be in shortly to discuss things further with you. it was nice meeting you, Mr. Lee. have a good one!"

it was a mystery to what had made jeno genuinely speak up in stopping you from leaving the room. when you stopped to hear him out, there was a clear blush to his cheeks (and ears) as he racked his brain on what he was going to say to you. there was nothing else you needed to do for him. what was he supposed to say?

"uh..." he used his index finger to scratch at his temple as he said the first thing that came to mind. "could you check my wrist? it’s been giving me strange shoots of pain for a good while.."

you blinked, and shuffled on your feet as you thought about it. you tilted your head a little with a tiny smile. "well, it's a good thing a doctor will be seeing you, yes?"

jeno felt like he was out of things to say at that point. you were right. you were only a nurse after all. perhaps you weren't qualified to do what he was wanting you to. maybe you had other patients waiting on you to check on. it was quite selfish to keep you in the room with him.

"yes...i apologize. i can wait. thank you."

you visibly pouted, and his calculating eyes caught it before you blanked your expression. "um...well..." you took a peek out into the hallway and found it empty. what if you weren't needed? the doctor you were going to get for jeno was still busy with another patient whom had been having a few asthma attacks so the kid would need a new prescription and some other things...so what was the harm in staying with the beautiful man a bit longer? plus, his poor wrist was hurting him. it couldn't hurt to just go and take a small look at it...would it?

you closed the door, and sent him a warm smile. "let's check out that hand, shall we?"

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"oh i see… wow, i can quite literally feel the tension in your hand here... how long has it been this way, sir?"

jeno found it incredibly difficult to remember your question with you caressing his hand the way you were and how you referred to him as 'sir’. it gave him a sense of power over you, like his height did. your voice was also a bit soft. everything about you was hard to ignore. he was beginning to feel less and less ashamed by his thoughts with you by the minute. he cleared his throat before answering, "not long. it's not painful but it’s bothersome, if nothing else."

it was also the way you were a bit nestled between his thighs as you checked him out. your cute body in front of him in nothing but a tight, flimsy white dress; your breasts ready to burst out of it. your pretty lips in a pout and your eyebrows furrowed in thought as you studied his hand that he had noticed was a lot bigger compared to yours. another physical difference that he liked very much.

"i see. would you want medication for the slight pain? or is that not necessary?" you asked him, letting his hand go that dropped back into his lap. you already missed the warmth that it provided you. jeno shook his head. "no need. i don't take medication."

"oh?"

"yeah.”

"i see."

the room was silent for a moment, and unbeknownst to either of you, it was filled with sexual tension that emitted from the both of you. he wanted to touch you, and you wanted him to touch you. it was just against everything your job stood for, and you were terrified of getting caught. he was above doing something so out of character, and refused to make such a bold move. it was up to you.

"um...are you...maybe...hurting somewhere else as well? that i should check out?"

the way your eyes peered up at him as you waited for him to answer made his cock twitch painfully against his slacks. he had never wanted to fuck a complete stranger senseless so bad in his entire life until in that moment, looking at you. so oblivious, so innocent, so cute... like a pretty fawn in front of a hungry lion, ready to devour it whole. you whole.

he cleared his throat, and hummed. "since you asked..." he moved his legs further apart, his eyes on you like a hawk. his eyes darkened as he stared you down. "—there is a place that needs immediate attention. will you take care of it... nurse?"

your breathing picked up as you watched him rub a hand down his thigh, taunting you. as nervous as you were, you had the courage to squat down in front of him, between his legs. you kept your eyes on his, and licked your lips. you knew what he was asking of you. there wasn't an unsure part in you. you wanted this. wanted him. even if you got caught and lost your job. it would've been worth it for a man as beautiful as him.

"yes, sir."

"such an obedient girl. just as i imagined."

jeno plucked the pins that were holding your hair up in a neat bun, out and watched your pretty tresses fall across your shoulders. he ran a hand through your hair, and gripped it at the root. "what do you think you'll get if you do a good job?"

you gulped. "a k-kiss?"

he chuckled. "stupid slut,— he grabbed your jaw, the action made your eyes water, but you loved it. “—you'll have the pleasure of my cum running down your throat. that's rewarding enough, don't you think?" you nodded, wanting to take anything he was willing to give you.

the hand in your hair tugged your head back roughly, making you gasp. he frowned. "why haven't you started? what are you waiting for?"


"i..i th-thought-"

"for a nurse, you sure are a dumb one. get started or someone will catch you in a very compromising position here." there was a hint of amusement in his voice that made your nipples hardened. God, was he turning you on.

"y-yes sir."

you unzipped him, and he let you pull his cock past his boxers and into the cool air. you had him in your hand, and felt how heavy he was. he was big, huge even. had girth and length, which still managed to surprise you as it twitched in your grasp. you let out a puff of hot air, taking him in. he wasn't hairy, but he wasn't clean shaven. neat, which made perfect sense. it matched his personality. you traced your polished finger on the vein near his tip, making him groan. heat rushed to your face when you felt fingers brush against the underside of your clothed breast.

"i won't ask you to take it off, but i do want to see you." he wasn't specific, but you weren't dumb. you knew what he wanted.

"y-yes." you quickly unfastened the buttons to the front of your dress, and let your breasts spill out, the dress halfway buttoned underneath your boobs, holding them against their weight. "is this what you want, sir?" his eyes ate up the sight, hungrily.

"good girl, now suck me off like the good slut you are will ya?”

© jenomov do not repost/translate

[dehydrated-turtle]

//warnings// 16+, nsfw, mdni

//contents// Jason Todd x Reader, transmasc reader, jason todd, semi-public

//synopsis// Jason can't handle it when you sent him photos, no matter what they are. - 1.7k

//on ao3//

Jason absolutely loves it when you send him pictures of yourself. It does not matter what he was doing before, he will drop everything he’s doing to look at what you sent him. 

This time, he’s sitting on a rooftop, waiting for something to happen on his patrol. It seems like a slow night tonight anyway so he pops a squat on a ledge of a random apartment building. He takes off his helmet revealing his secondary mask just so he could breathe better. Not that the smell of Gotham was any better than his own breath. He took out his phone and started scrolling out of boredom before a notification came up. A single photo from you. How enticing. 

He opens the message, jaw almost hitting the floor in awe. It’s just a simple gym pic but holy shit. Your sweating frame in a loose grey tank and black gym shorts, nothing special but to him it’s everything. He could see your scars ever so slightly through the arms of the tank, it’s driving him wild that he can’t touch them, touch you. 

His phone buzzes again, another photo. This time it’s more sensuous, a mirror pic with you in the bathroom of the gym change room with only a towel around your waist. Water droplets racing down your bare chest and the glass a little bit steamed. He feels his length start to grow just from your semi-scandalous photos. 

He quickly glances around to see if anyone would be able to see him, quiet night after all. He starts to unbuckle his cargo pants and reach into them to pull out his half hard cock. He started to pump lazily as he searched the pic of you for the little details about you that would push his climax to come sooner. 

He was rudely interrupted by another notification, yet another pic. It seems like you had just gotten home because you were in bed now wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Jason just couldn’t handle it, the sight was too much. Your perfect body just laying there, begging him to ruin it. Beseeching him to rip the boxers off your supple ass. He lets out a small and breathy moan as his dick jerks in his fist and lets out streams of cum, falling onto his chest and stomach. 

“Fuck… now lookit whacha did.” He remarks, hurriedly trying to wipe the cum off of his kevlar suit, picking it out of the grooves. Even though he’s mad that he’s going to be picking bits of cum out for weeks, he still smiles knowing that all you had to do is send a pic and he's on his knees for you. 

He picked himself up while checking the time. Seeing his shift is over, he hops onto his motorcycle and rushes home to you, hopefully still in those boxers that he so desperately wants to rip off of you himself. 

Walking through the door with immaculate struggle due to the amount of excitement, he calls out for you to make sure you’re home. 

“Upstairs, Jay!” you say from upstairs, obviously. He runs up the stairs, skipping every second step just to get to you sooner. He discards his jacket on the floor near the bedroom door as he shuts it. He turns around with hungry eyes to see you still in just the boxers from the picture. You’re on your phone but looking up at him with a smile. “Hey.” you whisper. 

“Hey.” he whispers back, walking to you, removing his gear and just leaving it all on the floor. He was left with only his cargo pants before he leaned down to kiss you. “You have no idea what you did to me, sending those pics, pretty boy.” 

“Why don’t you tell me?” 

“You really wanna know how I came all over my suit on a rooftop, mid-Gotham?” 

“I had no idea.” you say with a smirk, knowing exactly just what you do to him. 

He feverishly removes his pants, almost falling over in the process and hastily jumps on the bed, right on top of you. His weight takes the air right out of your lungs, coughing and laughing and wrapping your arms around him as you roll over so you are straddling him now. You stoop down to his lips, taking them in your own, and brushing your hand through the hair on his neck. As you start to grind your hips onto his growing hard-on, Jason moans into your mouth, still sensitive from cumming on that rooftop. Your clit is rubbing against the seam along his boxers and you press harder into it, getting yourself off. 

He almost can’t handle it, the sight of you above him, a moaning mess and getting yourself off on top of him. He might just cum again until you break the long and sloppy kiss to flutter your lips across his jawline and suck harsh bruises into his collarbone. He slides his hands down your back and underneath the waistband of your boxers to knead the flesh and muscle of your ass. In doing so, pushing you further into his hips. You let out a gentle moan as your bottom growth rolls over his dick, repeatedly. 

“Fuck, Jay, if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum.” 

“You’re not the only one…” He huffs out, panting into your shoulder. 

“I need you inside me, please.” 

“I think I have a better idea, my pretty boy.” 

He flips you over with immense ease and strips you of your boxers, the cold air hitting your leaking folds. His large, calloused hands rested on the inside of your thighs, spreading them open and massaging them gently. His digits inch closer to your core but ever so carefully. He looks you in the eye before diving head first onto your throbbing cock, a loud, unrestrained moan flows out of your mouth. The room starts to fill with the sound of slurping and sucking as Jason bobs his head slightly bringing you closer to completion. You look down at the wonderful sight of Jason and his jet black hair with the perfectly white streak resting on your pelvic bone as he eats you out. His hands are still kneading your inner thighs and stomach in an effort to soothe you. He feels his dick jump in his boxers with anticipation, he moans onto your growth, sending vibrations throughout your entire body. 

He decides now is a good time to add a finger or two to the mix. His digits sliding into you with ease seeing as to how wet you are. His fingers curl up to hit your g-spot every time he pumps them in, driving you mad. Your eyes are screwed shut and your head is thrown back onto the pillows and you’re a moaning mess, just the way he wants it. 

“Oh, fuck… I’m cumming, Jay im coming!” you say, hands flying to grab his hair and push him further down on your cock. A familiar heat is bubbling over and your cunt starts to clench around his fingers. Your release sprays across his face in a stream of clear liquids, sparkling in the sparse light left in the room. He is not going to pass up this chance though and laps up as much as humanly possible as he continues to spasm his fingers in your cunt along your g-spot to entice more cum out of you. You mercilessly whimper under his touch, shaking from the overstimulation and pulling at his hair. 

As soon as you come down from your high he’s already kissing little butterflies on your tummy and all the way up to your collarbone, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You hum approval into the skin on his shoulder, rubbing your palms along his back. You feel his length gently touch your thigh and start to grind into it. 

“I can’t believe I made you squirt.” He chuckles into your hair, kissing along the hairline. 

“Neither can I, I didn’t know I could do that.” 

He giggles against your skin as you feel his dick throb into your skin. He is rutting into the flesh, begging for friction. His heavy body on top of you, like a weighted blanket, just making you feel safe. 

“I want you inside me.” you state. 

“Anything for you, my prince.” 

Smiling gleefully, he lines up his dick with your entrance, brushing lines through the folds, spreading your slick before slowly pushing in. The warmth of you engulfing him as you slowly get used to his girth. His tip hit your cervix making your breath hitch as you throw your head back into the pillows. 

“Shhh, baby it’s ok…” Jason coos into your neck as he kisses it, leaving faint bruises. He starts to rut and buck into your hips, balls slapping against your ass as he does so. He starts to go faster, slamming his tip into your g-spot everytime. 

He grabs your hip for stability and to push you further down. He’s a moaning mess now, whimpering your name and how good you feel, how tight you are, how he loves you and all your parts. You’re grabbing onto his chest, leaving red marks along his pecs, moaning possibly more than he is. 

“Fuck… I’m cumming.” He whispered. 

“Cum inside me, please I need you… Jay.” 

And with that, he shoots his long rivers of cum out, crashing into your cervix barbarously. The white fluid ebbing into your canal, flowing out at the base of Jason’s cock. His legs are twitching even more than his dick is and his head is burrowed into the crook of your neck, whimpering. The sound of him whimpering would come as a surprise to most but you know he's really just a slut for you and he knows you love it. 

After a moment of sitting inside of you with his cock slowly deflating, he reluctantly pulls out. Your cunt seeming empty and his dick feeling cold and wet. He collapses heavily beside you with a large sigh. You roll over so your head is resting on his chest. 

“God, you take me so good, pretty boy. I love you so much.” He muttered, kissing your head delicately. 

“Hmm, I love you too, my big muscly teddy bear.” 

[sxxythingz]

Double Fantasy

Neteyam Sully (22) x Lo’ak Sully (21) x Omatikaya reader (22)

Taglist: @savvysscandles this too foreverrrr, I know but here it is!!! I hope you like it! 🥰

Warnings: smut, threesome, cursing, cream pie, aged up characters, a tad bit of dom Neteyam, p in v, oral (m receiving), losing v card/first time (f)

Summary: The Sully brothers both are attracted to a girl, one more willing to own up to it than the other, and they both decide to try their luck 😏

WC: 3.6K

🛑MDNI🛑

“Bro. Just look at her, she’s the sexiest woman that I’ve ever seen.” Lo’ak nudges Neteyam as they both watch you intensely while you sharpen your knives, not even noticing that they’ve been watching you for the past hour. “You say that about every woman that you see, baby bro. What makes her different?” Neteyam chuckles at Lo’ak’s repetition, earning an eye roll from him.

“I’m telling you bro. She’s just different, she’s innocent and hasn’t fucked anyone yet and that’s so rare to find around here. She’s just so different bro.” Neteyam didn’t want to let Lo’ak know that he felt the exact same way about you, but instead he silently agreed with his eyes never leaving you.

“Bro… imagine if she lets us be the first to fuck her. Do you know how amazing that would be? I bet she’s better than all of these girls here, and I’m about to go find out.” Neteyam wasn’t really listening to Lo’ak, but his attention averted straight to him once he spoke those words, his heart dropping in his stomach as Lo’ak begins to walk towards you.

“Lo’ak! Get back here! Why are you- ugh!” Neteyam attempts to protest as he follow Lo’ak but you weren’t that far away from them so they get closer to you, making Neteyam quiet down so that you don’t catch on. Deep down, he wanted the same thing as his brother, but he didn’t want to come off as disrespectful towards you so he always refrained himself.

You finish sharpening your knife and take one final 360 look at it before standing up from your squatting position and sliding the knife into its holder on the right side of your hip. You dust your hands off on your loincloth and look up to see both Neteyam and Lo’ak standing a few feet away from you, looking as if they are almost in a trance.

“Hi guys!” A smile spreads across your face as you throw your hand into the air, waving at both of them. They seem to snap out of their trance as you quickly head towards them, or at least Lo’ak does. “I didn’t notice you guys standing here. What have I missed?” You ask them, furrowing your eyebrows at Neteyam, who seems to be stuck in one spot as he looks at you.

“Oh nothing, w-we just seen you here and we figured that we should come and talk to you, right bro?” Lo’ak looks over to Neteyam who doesn’t say a word and nudges him, making him look over to Lo’ak quickly before nodding his head in agreeance. “Well don’t be shy! Both of you come with me to my hut, let’s catch up since I haven’t seen either of you in a few days. You must have so much to tell me!” You grab both of their hands and begin to walk towards your hut, making both of them glance over at each other with no resistance of following you.

Once you arrive at your hut, they both come in with you and sit on your woven counter that you made as you sit on your cot facing the direction of them. “So… where have you guys been? And what’s been going on?” You smile at both of them as you cross one leg over the other, looking from Neteyam to Lo’ak as you wait for a response.

“Uh well we’ve had training for the past days so we’ve been really bus-“ Neteyam speaks but is quickly interrupted by Lo’ak’s sudden intrusion. “Fuck the small talk. I have a question Y/n.” You furrow your eyebrows at Lo’ak as he slowly cascades over to you, sitting next to you on your cot.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but… are you a virgin?” The words shock Neteyam as he loudly coughs, making you look at him before returning your gaze back towards Lo’ak. “What do you mean Lo? What does that mean?” His eyes widen as he looks over to Neteyam who looks just as confused. “I-I mean have you ever had sex with anybody?” Your eyes quickly glance around the room before shaking your head no as your answer. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” He asks you another question, earning another silent shake of your head once again.

“Have you even been touched by a man before?” Neteyam butts in as you turn your head towards him and shake your head once again. “I mean I’ve heard stories from my friends about their experiences, and they say that it feels good but I’ve never had those experiences. I would like to try it one day maybe.” You watch them both look at each other, communicating with only their eyes so you would be clueless as to what they’re thinking before Lo’ak speaks to you again.

“Yeah it does feel good. Would you like to try it now?” He asks you, making your heart sink with his words. “I- I would have to choose between one of you though. Wouldn’t that be awkward?” You whisper to Lo’ak as he laughs. “What if you didn’t have to choose between one of us? What if you could get double the pleasure?” You bite the inside of your lip nervously, yet it was as if your body was deceiving your mind. Secretion taking over the seat of your loincloth at the thought of having both of them.

“I-I don’t k-“ You feel Lo’ak’s hands caressing your thigh as he looks over to Neteyam, signaling for him to come sit down on the other side of you and he obliges. “It’s ok. Just give it a chance, baby. It’ll feel so good, just trust us ok?” You watch his eyes glance from your own lips back to your eyes as you slowly nod your head.

His face slowly moves closer to yours until you feel his lips on yours, butterflies eroding through your stomach at the feeling. You feel Neteyam’s hand slowly moving up your thigh as he watches you kiss Lo’ak, his long fingers massaging the inside of your thigh, making you moan into Lo’ak’s mouth. Lo’ak softly wraps his hand around your throat, dominating your mouth with his tongue. You feel Neteyam’s hand continue to move upwards, spreading your legs with every inch until he reaches the wet spot in between your legs.

“Fuck.. she’s so wet.” You hear Neteyam say as you let go of Lo’ak’s lips and look over to him. Neteyam crashes his lips into yours, taking you back as his fingers rub circles over your clothed heat. Lo’ak takes advantage of your exposed neck, licking a long strip up to your ear as you continue to kiss Neteyam. You could clearly tell that they’ve done this before with different girls, but knowing that they already had the experience just made it that much more exciting for you.

Lo’ak reaches to the side of your loincloth, pulling at the string that’s keeping it on your hips and loosening it to drop off of your body. Your heart races as the cool air hits your wet core, making you inhale deeply. You feel the absence of Neteyam being next to you as he gets on his knees in front of you, opening your legs enough to slide himself in between them.

Lo’ak reaches behind you, untying your top to let it fall into his hands where he throws it across the room, leaving you completely nude in front of the brothers. Their eyes scan your body like they’re hunters and you’re the prey. Your chest heaves as you try to cover up, but Lo’ak grabs your hands, bringing them down by your side.

“Relax, we’re gonna take care of you. Just lay back and relax.” You look into Lo’ak’s eyes, then Neteyam’s for reassurance, making both of them smile at you. You take one last deep breath before laying all the way back onto your cot, completely entrusting them with you. Neteyam massages your thighs once again as you feel his hot breath on your pussy, leaving shivers down your spine.

Your anticipation comes to a halt when you feel Neteyam’s warm mouth latch onto your pussy, making your back arch off of the cot with a deep inhale. Lo’ak lays down with you, massaging your boobs and taking your nipple into his mouth to gently suck it. Neteyam draws circles around your clue with his tongue, placing his entire mouth over it to suck gently.

“Fuck..” You moan out, reaching your hand down to grasp Neteyam’s thick braids and pull gently until his entire face is in your core. Lo’ak softly bites at your left nipple, pulling it in between his teeth as your body jerks from the double pleasure. You only ever played with yourself once, even then you had no idea what you were doing, so having both of the boys pleasure in this way is overwhelming.

You grunt and moan as you grind your hips against Neteyam’s face, feeling a blissful sensation spread throughout your lower abdomen like wildfire through a forest. “That’s it baby. Cum for us, you’re doing so good.” Lo’ak unlatches from your nipple to whisper in your ear, taking the lobe into his teeth, your eyes rolling with your lip in between your teeth. “Fuck, I-I think I’m about cum!” You yell out as you try your best to push Neteyam’s head away from you, but Lo’ak quickly grabs your hands and restrains them to keep you from moving any further.

“Let it happen, don’t fight it. We got you princess, be a good girl and cum for us.” His words sending you over the edge as you feel your entire body shaking, Neteyam moaning into you as you paint his tongue with your cum. You ride out your orgasm, your hips staggering as Neteyam licks you clean before standing up to wipe his mouth with a wide smile on his face.

“You taste so good, baby. Want a taste?” Before you can answer his question, he firmly grips your face into his rough hands, pulling your lips to his, instantly opening his mouth and forcing his tongue past your lips for a taste. You moan into the kiss at the taste of yourself on his tongue, you never knew you could taste so good.

You feel as if there is a fire starting between your legs through the kiss. That orgasm isn't enough, you need more. You weren’t so sure at the beginning of this, but now all you knew was that you needed both of them more than anything.

“I… I need more guys.” You break the kiss, panting hard and earning smirks from both of the brothers. “We know, baby. We’re going to try something different, ok?” Lo’ak states, removing himself from beside you to stand up and rid himself of his loincloth, his dick bouncing out leaking precum from the tip. You look over to Neteyam who removes his as well, your eyes bucking at the sight of both the brothers' large sizes.

“Just lay back and relax, ok princess? We’re about to take care of you.” You nod your head at Lo’ak’s words, your heart thumping through your chest at his reassuring words. He drags his rough hands along your thighs, massaging them as Neteyam did as he pulls them apart further. He get in between your legs, fitting like a missing puzzle piece in the space. He gives himself a few more strokes before he looks into your eyes one last time.

“Ready?” His raspy voice rings in your ears, you inhale deeply before nodding your head. You close your eyes, feeling pressure in between your legs as Lo’ak slowly pushes himself into you. You squeal loudly, scrunching your face up and attempting to close your legs around his small waist.

“It’s ok, yawne. You can take it, be the good girl that we know you can be for us.” Neteyam comforts you, lifting your head up to sit himself underneath it, then placing it into his bare lap. He caresses your boobs, gently squeezing them as you breathe out. You see him give Lo’ak a silent nod to continue and with that, he places his hand on your knee, making sure that he has a hold on it before he pushes further into you.

“Fuck! It hurts!” You scream out, your hands flying from your side to push Lo’ak in his chest but before you can even reach him, Neteyam tightly grips your wrists, pulling them up over your head. “Take it, princess. We got you, just trust us.” Your chest heaves up and down in frustration, wanting to remove your wrists from Neteyam’s grip, but loving the way that both the brothers make you feel.

The feeling of Lo’ak being in between your legs, eyeing your every movement, Neteyam holding you and reassuring you that they’ve got you. It’s almost like a dream that you never in a million years would have dreamed. A dream come true.

Lo’ak bottoms out inside of you, you hadn’t even noticed him moving for being too busy staring into Neteyam’s beautiful eyes. The domination of having you under both of their control taking over his eyes, painting them a dark golden color that shimmers in the sunlight that peaks through your hut. The look making you wetter by each second that goes by, making it easier for Lo’ak to stroke into you.

He retracts his hips from you, nearly pulling completely out before snapping his hips back into you earning hisses from both of you. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Way better than I imagined.” He whispers into your ear, making you moan at his words. The muscles in your pussy contracting, eating a groan from Lo’ak as he continues to gently stroke in and out of you.

He pulls himself nearly out of you once again, this time ramming his hips into you making you scream out as you ball your hands that are still in Neteyam’s grip into a fist, digging your nails into palms of your hands. “That’s it, you’re doing so good baby. Keep going.” Your eyes roll at Neteyam’s words, feeling your orgasm approaching you quickly.

“I-I c-can’t, fuck! It f-feels so good!” Your voice cracks with every syllable that comes out of your mouth, the warm feeling in your womb taking over your body as Lo’ak seems to hit all of the right spots. You feel your back lifting off of your cot, an arch that almost seems as if you could snap in half. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your womb feeling as if it might just burst.

“Oh my- I-I think I’m cumming!” Every stroke that Lo’ak gives you pushing it further and further out of you, making you go crazy. “That’s it baby girl, let it out. Cum all over this dick, give it to me.” Those were the words that sent you over the edge, a pornographic moan escaping from your lips as your breath hitches in your throat, your mouth wide open but with nothing coming out of it.

Your breath finally breaks through your throat as you calm down from your high, Lo’ak pulling out of you before planting a kiss on your lips then getting off of your cot. You quickly avert your head up, watching Neteyam remove himself from underneath you. “Your turn bro.” Lo’ak mumbles to him, his chest heaving up and down with sweat beads pouring down his toned abs.

“Y-Your turn?!” You yell out, you didn’t know if you would be able to take another orgasm after both of the intense ones that you just had to overcome. You hear the brothers chuckle as Neteyam gets in front of you, placing both hands on your waist and flipping you over so that you are on your knees and hands. Lo’ak kneels in front of you on your cot, his dick dripping precum as it comes face to face with you.

“We’re going to try something a little different princess, ok? You’re going to suck his dick while I fuck you.” You hear Neteyam’s voice from behind you before he slides his tip up and down your folds, collecting your slick onto him as you moan and jerk your body forward. He chuckles once again, firmly grapping your waist, giving your ass a hard smack and pulling you back onto him as you gasp loudly.

“Don’t fucking run. As long as you do as I say, I won’t be rough with you. But if you try to run, I’m not going to be easy on you anymore, ok princess?” The authority in Neteyam’s voice earning a loud gulp from you as you nod your head. “Now let me see you suck his dick while I fuck you baby.” You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out, shifting your eyes up to look into Lo’ak’s as he smirks. He slaps the tip against your tongue before he slides himself into your mouth, making you wrap your lips around him.

“That’s it. Good girl.” Neteyam groans from behind you, rutting himself into you, not giving you any time to adjust before he continuously slams his hips against your ass. You bob your head up and down on Lo’ak, moans and whimpers coming out of your throat and sending vibrations through Lo’ak’s dick. “Fuck! You’re so good at sucking my dick baby. Are you sure you were a virgin before us?” He moans out, grabbing your braids into his hand to prevent them from being in your face.

Neteyam continues to ram into you, causing a ripple effect on your ass, his hands firmly placed around your waist. He slows down, pulling himself out and slamming his hips back into you as hard as he can. You remove your mouth from Lo’ak, screaming out and attempting to quickly move up from the pain, but that only adds more fuel to Neteyam’s fire as you hear him laughing.

“Didn’t. I. Fucking. Tell. You. Not. To. Run, hm? Can you not follow directions princess?” You feel a slap to your ass with every word that he speaks, but you knew that if you didn’t take it, there would be worse consequences. “I-I’m sorry Neteyam! It was an accident, I didn’t mean to, I promise!” You screech out, hoping that it would make him give you mercy. “Too late princess. I’m not slacking up, and you’re going to continue to suck his dick. If you stop, it’ll only get worse for you.”

Without warning, he slams back into you, almost seeming as though he reaches your cervix this time. You quickly place your lips back around Lo’ak, knowing that if you didn’t, you would be screaming from the mixture of pain and pleasure all at once. His strokes before were softer, almost as if he was only trying to pleasure you, but this time they seem to only be for pleasuring him.

You can’t lie and say that the simple thought of him using you to pleasure himself wasn’t making you wetter by the second, bringing you closer to your third orgasm of the day. Lo’ak reaches his hand around the back of your head, pushing you all the way down on him as he throws his head back, small grunts falling from his lips. His hips jerk as you gag on him, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes.

You feel him twitching in the back of your throat, signifying that he was close. The rough breaths from both of the brothers making your stomach twist in the best way, you were so close to finishing and you knew that they were too. “Shit! I’m about to cum!” “So am I!” You hear both of the brothers growl, in that moment you decide to perform a movement that Neteyam didn’t expect.

You grind your ass into his hips, sending him over the edge as he digs his fingers into your soft skin, you feel the warm liquid seeping into your womb, feeling you up. As if on cue, Lo’ak releases his cum down your throat, and you drink it up as if it’s the last drink that you’ll have.

Feeling both of them release inside of you pushes your orgasm out of you, your legs shaking as your eyes rolls once again, this time seeming as though they would get stuck. This was the most intense orgasm of the three that you’ve had today. Lo’ak and Neteyam both finally pulls themselves away from you, making you fall flat on your cot as you catch your breath. Your limbs seem to have given out on you, not even being able to pull you up so you could put your cloth back on.

The brothers both laugh as they stare at you laying there, out of breath and tired. They wanted to wear you out and they both knew they had done just that. Lo’ak puts his loincloth back on and so does Neteyam before he finds a piece of your cloth used for cleaning yourself and wiping you clean with it.

They both help you slip your loincloth back on, your legs feel almost numb as you can’t seem to move them so they do the work for you. Neteyam lies down on your cot, laying you on his chest as he rubs his fingers through your soft braids while Lo’ak lies on the opposite side of your cot, a big grin taking over his face.

“You really did amazing, Y/n. You surprised both of us at how well you took us considering this was your first time.” You hear Lo’ak’s voice ringing in your ears, making you confidently smile as you look over to him. “Both of you were fucking awesome. I loved it and it was a lot of fun.” Your gaze goes from Lo’ak to Neteyam as you assure them of how well they both did.

“So that means you enjoyed your first time then, hm?” Neteyam asks you, making you look into his eyes. It feels like a switch just flipped on you as you feel the seat of your loincloth getting drenched once again at the mere thought of what just happened, and how much you want to do it again.

“Enough to do it again right now.” You smirk at both of the brothers, making them look at each other, a tired look in both of their eyes.

They have no idea what they just started, but they’re both in for a long night and you’re just getting started…

A/N: Ok so I literally just got a sudden wave of energy to perfect this and go ahead and post so that’s why I’m literally posting at almost 3 A.M. 😭 but thank you guys for being so patient with me, I just started a new job and it’s literally Monday-Friday so I have been drained! But now that I’m used to the schedule, I can get back to posting every 4-5 days! Anyways, you’ve read enough so I hope you guys enjoyed and thank you guys for the likes, it means so much! 💖

[sulfies]

Based on this glorious chain

Sigh…

Leonardo knows that sigh and what causes it better than anyone because he sighed exactly the same way, at the same time as he and Desmond watched Ezio wipe his forehead with his shirt as his stomach deliciously got bared for their eyes.

He was stacking and moving some crates around for him in the studio.

Leonardo whipped his head to the side and almost gave himself a cramp from it, his eyes wide he stared at Desmond more intensely than he would have wanted.

Because as he mentioned,

he knows THAT sigh…

There was no way but maybe just maybe… he also? There was no other reason for that sigh, there was no naked lady painting hanging behind Ezio and did he mention he JUST knows that sigh… His eyes darted to Ezio then back to Desmond. 

He had to be…

but what if he was wrong…

That look too, he looks at Ezio exactly the same way he does. He just had to be… like him.

Leonardo did not know how he would bring it up, does he even bring it up? Again what if he was wrong, then De-

“God damn, Id lick the sweat off of that man…”

Leonardo’s mind went fully silent for the first time.

“...Am I right?” 

 Leo had to stop himself from almost screaming from the shock, his eyes even wider he stared at Desmond who just slowly turned his head to him with a smile Leonardo recognized that was a copy of Ezio’s shit-eating grin when he talked about “the ladies”. 

Well, that clears it… He coughed to clear his throat mostly and blushing he looked to the side. “I-” he chose just to nod. If he tried to speak right now he fears his voice would crack from how his brain is coming to a full stop. He heard Desmond chuckle “Ugh maybe we should just stop the torture and ask him to take his shirt off so we can actually watch…”

That got an actual yelp from him which made Ezio turn at them.

“What are you two girls gossiping about?”

“First, that's sexist. Second, I was just saying that you should take that sh-”

Leonardo’s hand clapped on Desmond's mouth with a loud slap “HE WAS-” Cough “He was just saying that you should take that STUFF off the crate, the one with the blanket draped over!? T-that one… He thinks he spotted something with… his vision… yea that's it”

He could see Desmond roll his eyes from the corner of his eyes. Ezio knew about Leonardo and was okay with it BUT it didn’t mean the man wouldn’t take offence to being looked at like that!

Desmond ripped his hand away, too easily and just chuckled as Ezio looked at them both with a brow raised.

“Sure… yes, I did can you please go over and look it's like behind the 2nd row?please?”

Ezio huffed, “I just stacked those ones into a pile!”

“Pretty please?”

“Only because you added the pretty.”

Desmond hummed in thanks as Ezio went over the stack and squatted “Which one again?” “The one behind that you have to reach over”

“Things I do for you both…”

Leonardo watched as Ezio got on his knees and used the first row of crates for support as he dug into the parchment and god knows what-filled box with his back to them.

…aaand Desmond sighed again, really how did Leonardo never realize how much Desmond stared “that” way before this. But he was indeed staring at a good “view” of Ezio bending over those crates which gave him a false sense of security that Desmond was satisfied.

“What am I looking for here?” 

Desmond didn't hesitate in his response “Oh for nothing I just wanted to stare at your ass a bit, looks great”

“DESMOND! YOU CAN’T JUST!” 

Leonardo's hands slammed on the table as he whipped his head, he was up from the chair without realizing it, horrified “E-Ezio so sorry a-”

Ezio’s deep chuckle which quickly turned into a belly laugh stopped Leonardo’s terrified rant. He got off from his position and turned on his knees, getting up.

Ezio took a look at Leonardo's face.

“Oh for fucks sake Desmond you are going to give Leonardo a heart attack”

He smiled at Leonardo as his chuckles died down “The stuff I have to stop him from saying out loud everywhere, Mio Amicò… you would think of me as Saint Maria next to this one”

Leonardo was gaping at them like fish out of water. 

“I only speak the truth we all think about and don't be too humble with yourself I know you’ve got a napkin to wipe your sweat…”

“Yeah but then how else would you girls will stay entertained.”

What was going on… Leonardo could not speak, he felt like his brain was melting…

“I think he is shortcircuiting.”

“What does that mean?” “Don't worry about it”

Desmond whistled and snapped his fingers at his face several times, “Yep, we broke him. Did you not tell him abo- oh shit wait you really didn't tell him that swing both ways?! I thought animus just didn’t show me or something I mean it's not like you didn't also bed men-”

Desmond WAS trying to give him a heart attack after all

 “You WHAT?!” “ah that got him back.”

“Desmond! You-” 

Now it was Ezio trying to zip Desmond's mouth.

“You have slept with men before!?” and there was the voice crack he was afraid of, he shrieked more than he talked.

“Well, I was going to If I ever got serious with…” Ezio averted his eyes with a playful smile that didn't hide his blush “Someone special…”

“Wooow I am not special to you?” Desmond quipped back with a teasing tone.

“I mean BEFORE and then… I didn't have the right time…”

Oh…Oooh he got it he suddenly got it…“You two…really?” the look on Ezio's sheepish smile was telling enough “I was going to tell I swear Leo…”

And he could not stop a chuckle that escaped him “Really!? really, Ezio out of all people becomes a sadomite and the man you pick oh so HAPPENS to be a look-alike of you? A prime subject of the Narcissus complex right here!” He wagged his finger teasingly.

the situation now was just funny, the panic had died down... 

“Ouch, my best friend…”

“Eh…”

Leo dreaded what Desmond was going to say.

“... Don't worry Ezio, with how Leo has been looking at us both...There should be a complex for that too right?"

This was a losing battle for Leonardo yet he found himself not caring as sat back down next to Desmond... "Tell me how..." He pointed to Desmond to Ezio "This happend then?"

"Ascolta, è una storia lunga,"

Leonardo pointed at the seat in front of him...

"I have time..."

[tenjiiku]

watari / au

the chronicles of a retired cannibal and his budding (alleged) serial killer neighbour

Michael Kaiser returns to his abode after his work trip, Monday evening — inexplicably vexed towards the World and Y/n. There is no particular order to his annoyance. But the urge to sink his teeth into the earthy ground and the putrid girl’s neck are one and the same. He could fulfill both compulsions at once and still find a way to feel unsatisfied. On the surface, she seems like anyone else. But Michael knows. He knows what the girl is better than she does, herself. He ate women like her for breakfast. Lunch and dinner too. Occasionally. He used to, in his teens. But it is harder to maintain an alibi when you have developed a severe case of stiff back in your thirties. No less hunting someone down for sport. It used to be easier back home. Japan’s scenery has a way of dulling a man for all he is worth.

Michael wants to crush it all.

He thinks he likes her, though. Sure, he often wants to shoot the young woman straight in the head and feast on her flesh that calls out to him like a canary’s tune — but there is some charm in the girl.

Y/n reminds him a lot of himself, you see.

He has only seen her a few times since he moved to the utterly abandoned apartment complex somewhere in Sendai which he now calls home; but each time has been remarkably vivid. Once, she was wearing nothing but a bikini top as a shirt and jean shorts, carrying two large bags filled with groceries in early May. Another, in the laundromat by the residence — humming a show tune, her voice vibrating with the dryer she sits upon, sparing him no mind. Recently, more wantonly — Michael had spotted her by his door to his apartment, pushed up against it by a man taller than her (Humiliatingly, taller than Michael himself as well). He saw a glimpse of her face being utterly devoured in ways which he thought were only possible for people in their late twenties to discover (How she had done that with her tongue, still looking appetizing as ever — Michael had to give the woman some credit). She had all but spared him a half-lidded glance from across the man’s shoulder and rolled over to push the stranger up against her door, instead. Michael remembers just staring.

But before he could say anything — she was already whisked away into her own place.

He hadn’t heard the man scream, strangely. But the tall fellow hadn’t left her residence for days to follow. Michael wonders how Y/n does it so efficiently — not leaving a trace of their existence behind.

And, presently, he spots her sitting outside her door, squatting by a wilted potted plant — presumably tending to the debilitated creature.

He almost mistakes her voice with the cicadas — him suffering a hallucination due to the Summer heat being a more likely cause than the woman striking up a conversation with him.

But it is real. He is turned to his door, when her saccharine voice calls for him.

“Good day, is it not, Kaiser-san?”

He feels himself go into auto-pilot — having rehearsed the lines he would tell her if she were to ever entertain herself with him. He does not even find himself questioning how she knows his surname. The woman gets around — she is all knowing and spectacularly aware of it. Michael wants to scoff, a little.

Amateur. It was cute.

“Sure.”

“Apologies for last night, sir. My date had too much to drink. Confused our doors.”

It’s funny. She almost sounds apologetic. Michael almost feels sorry for the man she managed to sink her claws in.

“It’s… fine…”

She tilts her head cutely. Dressed in a thin pair of light blue overalls, Michael grows suddenly aware that he is looking down at her chest. Sizeable it may be, but it did not make his act any less perverse. He shifts his eyes, and coughs. The sight does not make him uncomfortable — but he realizes he should at least act a little human. The woman places her hands on her knees, seemingly having no qualms of sitting down on the floor by her doorway.

“I feel awful. Really, I would have thrown a fit at myself, if I was in your position. And I did. Twice this morning.”

Curious and amused, Michael asks, “How?”

“I gave myself a cold shower. Then I waxed my legs,” she explains, almost animatedly. “Clean as I may be, it was hellish. Really, Kaiser-san. Believe me — I did not feel good.”

Michael huffs at her strange demeanour and at what she constitutes as a punishment. She was both demure and bold. He’s never seen anything quite like it in a woman. He also tries to block out the image of her showering and softening her already plump skin.

“I… am glad,” he answers.

When the doe-eyed lady (is she doe-eyed? Michael does not know if that is what you would call it. But her eyes are wide as saucers, almost encompassing her entire face when she enlarges them — tantalizingly glistening with a need he wants to fulfill, for whatever reason) does not respond, and simply gazes at him with curiosity — Michael cannot help but feel the need to offer her to come into his apartment for a while.

His knees almost buckle when she responds with a yes, and gets onto her feet to reach him.

“It is settled, then?” She sings, dancing on the tips of her toes.

Michael can only nod and stare dumbly at the cut under her left eye. It wasn’t there before, a few weeks ago. It almost looks like the poor man had tried to fight back.

“How wonderful! It is too beautiful of a day to be feeling guilty. Is it not, Kaiser-san. Is it not?”

He looks down at his hand, unlocking his door and turning the knob but not opening it. “It’s nice.”

He turns to see if Y/n is still looking at him. She is closer in proximity, inches away from his shoulders. He scratches the back of his head and she tilts her head, gesturing to his door.

Michael opens the door, letting the alleged murderer into his apartment complex.

He reckons he should strike up a conversation with her. It is not everyday he encounters someone so much like him.

“The azaleas by the entrance are blooming.”

“Yes, yes! They are. So beautiful, are they not?”

“Mhm.”

Michael reaches his kitchen island. He goes behind it, while Y/n decides to remain across from him. She hops onto one of the stools, and he lets her watch him put his groceries away. He can sense her eyes scanning his place. Michael lives frugally — not many decorations other than cut out pieces of newspaper advertisements he found aesthetically pleasing.

He feels Y/n’s eyes on his neck, his bleached hair tickling at the base of his neck.

“If only my Watari would bloom,” Y/n sighs out in the open.

Michael prolongs the conversation before even realizing it.

“Watari…?”

“My asagao. Morning glory. For whatever reason, I cannot get him to grow.”

And never mind the fact that his murderer — who is also a plant enthusiast, it seems — has a name for her morning glories. The fact that she refers to it as a person peeks Michael’s interest. People like them should not seek pleasure in otherworldly matters if those pleasures were anything but fleeting.

Maybe Michael has grown too old. Kids these days are more advanced than he was. They will chew on your flesh and find happiness in the world without you in it. He briefly wonders if she usually rehearses this same dialogue with all of her victims. Or, perhaps Michael is special.

“I had him in my balcony for the longest of times. Then, my bedroom. Then the kitchen. No matter where I place it, no matter how attentively I water, it refuses to bloom.”

Y/n complains like some sort of petulant, spoiled teenager. Michael wonder if human remains stunt plant growth. He has not tested the theory himself, and with a woman chewing on her bottom lip sitting only a foot away from him is enough for him to finally allow himself to fantasize about this.

He wonders if she is even taking about her morning glory at this point.

“Kaiser-san, your blessings for my Watari would be appreciated at this time. I know I do not deserve them — horrible and filthy as I am — it would mean quite a lot for someone as terrible as myself—,” she starts. But Michael is starting to itch. He turns his back away from her, turning on the sink.

“You have my well wishes.” He spits out, a bit out of breath, “It’s fine.”

It is silent. Michael wonders if she is looking at him like prey. The concept makes the corner of his lips twitch. He lifts a hand to cover his smile. This is the most excited he has been since moving to this place.

“Really, Kaiser-san? Really?”

Still, with his back turned — he lets her think about him a while longer. He wonders how she plans on killing him. Maybe she will take a long route. Reel him in with cherry coloured lips, sheer blouses, a sweet, light voice murmuring his name like a siren song. Michael wouldn’t put it past the girl.

So, he decides to play along.

“Water under the bridge,” he waves, finally turning to look the girl in the eye. She is, of course, still staring. And it seems like something out of a horror film — the way her eyes had darkened, her lips are moist as though she had just licked them, and she looks utterly ravenous.

But she bids him a farewell. “Good day, Kaiser-san.”

So Michael figures that this is it, for today. “Good day.”

When she steps out of his door, Michael makes sure to wait five minutes — until he is certain she has gone from his general vicinity. And he laughs. He laughs until tears escape his eyes. He laughs, stomach starting to hurt but he cannot stop.

He will have his teeth in her by the end of the Summer.

That is to say, only if she doesn’t have her own in his skin, first.

[calumfmu]

steve finding out reader is expecting twins and being utterly panicked, like he needs to go see robin and eddie to talk him down because he is freaking out

Ahhhhhh I love this!!! (you know the TikTok sound 'oh my goodness I love this questiionnnnn, I think-' yeah thats me right now). 857 words cw: swearing, loser!Steve trying to get his groove back,

An ice pack was pressed to his head, Robin's chipped nail polish covered fingers holding it in place. She was mumbling something, freaking out as she stumbled over her panic, 'maybe we should call 911'.

Eddie was laughing, cold beer in one hand as he took in the sight before him. Robin taking deep breaths to calm herself down, interchangeably pressing the ice to herself and Steve, while he groaned every time it was taken away from him. A dark bruise was forming on his forehead from where he passed out in your living room.

"Isn't this the shit you've always been talking about?" Eddie asked, taking a swig of his drink.

Steve closed his eyes, a deep breath leaving him. Robin yelped, shaking his shoulder.

"Stay awake, Steve!" She hurried, squatting in front of him. Steve peeked open an eye, rolling it at her.

"I'm fine, Robin," he said, wincing at the pressure he was feeling. "Yes and no, yes because I love her and I want a soccer team-"

"Damn army at that."

"Eddie. Please," He continued, taking the pack from Robin's fingers. "I'm just going to be fucking terrible at it."

"Steve, those damn kids love you," she supplied, taking his wrist in her hand, presumably to check his vitals. "You run your own babysitting service practically, and you're amazing at it, hey, you might get your ass kicked every now and then, but they're all alive."

"Not helping," he winced, snatching his wrist from her. Eddie leaned forward in his chair, handing a lit cigarette towards the younger man. Steve would normally complain about him smoking indoors, but for right now, it was everything he needed.

"She's right, Steve," he said, watching as Steve took a long drag, shoulders relaxing at the hit. "Those kids will swear up and down that you're the best god damn thing to happen to them, whether you like it or not. You're made for this."

Steve shook his head, coughing as the hit went down the wrong pipe. "No, no, no. Man, I couldn't even get into college, and here I am, working at a movie store, with twins! Twins! Two babies! On their way!"

Eddie laughed at his urgency, reclining as he looked up at the ceiling of the Harrington home. He took a look around, humming as he found it spacious.

"I think a crib will fit perfectly right there," he pointed towards a corner, closing one eye as he envisioned it. Steve whined, sinking into the couch even further.

"My dad's going to kill me," he muttered, putting the palms of his hands over his eyes. He was never a religious man, but in this moment, he felt God in his presence. "Fuck, what if I'm like my dad? I'm going to be so shit at this, she's gonna leave me. Oh my God, I'm going to be a single dad."

"Steve!" Robin grabbed his shoulders, shaking them as he lolled his head to look at her. "Snap out of it, okay?"

Steve nodded, his bottom lip jutting out as he moped. His eyes were wide, watering slightly as he envisioned the next few months, no years, decades of his life changing.

"You're going to be the best god damn dad out there, alright? You may be a Harrington, but you're not gonna be like him," Robin held eye contact, sincere as she pressed a hand to his chest. "She loves you. You love her. The two of you are like a match made in heaven."

Eddie hummed in agreement, turning so his feet hung off the side of the lounge chair. "Or hell, if you want to look at it like that."

Robin cut him a look, gaze firm.

"Okay fine, you're made for each other, alright? There couldn't be a better duo than the two of you, and you'd need to be completely senseless to not see that," he reached out, fingers spread as he expected the cigarette back. "Trust me when I say, I think you're going to be perfect at this. You may think it's the wrong timing, but I mean, it happened for a reason."

Steve nodded, looking in between the two of them. He began to feel hopeful, figuring his two friends wouldn't lead him astray when it came to this.

"What if I am bad at it though? Even if I try?" His voice was small, fear etched into it. Robin placed a hand on his knee, squeezing lightly.

"No one's good at it, especially for the first time. What matters is trying and just being there," she said, patting at him. "Now get the hell up. Give her a call, apologize for being terrible and leaving her at her house, and make it work, Harrington."

Steve looked towards Eddie, who smiled and nodded as he agreed. Slowly standing up, he felt less shaky in his movements, redeveloping the muscle he felt he had lost earlier.

Eddie gave a toothy grin as Steve crossed the room, giddy in his steps as he made his way towards the house phone. "Just wrap it up next time, Harrington."

"Eddie!"

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[topgunslut]

rescued (part 1)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x f!reader, established relationship

read part two here!

cw: near-drowning, protective jake, slight panic, probably drowning inaccuracies, paramedics, crying, loving penny <3, jake being an asshole, probably navy inaccuracies, hospital, undressing infront of a doctor, slight medical terminology 

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the football drifted farther into the wet sand as the wave pulled the tide back, getting ready to crash. you chased the oblong ball as it rolled back with the current.

it was dog-fight football day. after the uranium mission, the dagger squad made it a weekly occurrence to play offense and defense at the same time in front of the hard-deck.

usually, you and penny sat on a blanket on the sand, having a small picnic while gawking at your boyfriends, respectfully. but today you decided to join in on the game, which everyone, especially jake, had been begging you to do.

the football halted when it met a rock, and you reached down to grab it.

“y/n!” urgent screams from the shore bounced into your ears.

confusion was written over your face but it soon disappeared as you looked up at the massive wave that towered over you. as if it were in slow motion, you watched as the wave descended right onto you. your body plummeted to the ground, knocking the wind out of you. on cue, you tried gasping for air but instead ocean water filled your throat.

that was the last thing your remembered until you felt somebody carrying you bridal style back up to the shore. “y/n, open your eyes for me,”

you started coughing aggressively, the salty water going all over your chest or spilling back into the ocean. jake, who you figured out was carrying you let out a relieved sigh as he continued the short walk back to the rest of the gang.

your throat burned not only at the seawater coming back up, but also embarrasment from your stupidity. hiccups combined with sobs and coughing were definitely not pleasant on their own but when combined, it felt like you were slipping under the waves again.

“put. me. down!” you managed to get out with the cocktail of emotions and physical reactions in your way. you wanted to just act like whatever just happened didn’t, you just fell jokingly and jake ‘saved’ you, showing his heroic side.

“not a chance, sweetheart” his words caused you to start flailing around, trying to get free of his grip while more panic to set in. his grip around your frail frame got stronger.

“stop moving, you’re going to hurt yourself,” jake scolded you, sounding angry and it did nothing but make you feel more embarrassed. your plan would have fallen through anyways because penny was already on the phone with the paramedics and the dagger squads concerned faces met yours.

jake set you down on your towel that was already laid on the sand from your earlier attempt to soak up the sun. the sun was about to set and jake had his raybans ontop of his dirty blonde hair, getting a better look at you. he brought his lips down to the top of your wet head, pressing a small kiss into your salty roots.

“yeah, she’s concious,” penny spoke into the phone. you were grateful for the group of friends that you had and for the fact that they stayed calm in high stress situations juxtapose to yourself.

immediately your bloodshot eyes went to find the eyes of the man who pulled you out of the water, jake but instead they met with everyone elses. you groaned and tried to speak but nothing came out but small coughs. phoenix came up behind you and gently rubbed your back.

you hissed when the adreneline lowered and you felt a sharp pain in your thigh, glancing down to see a long scrape that had yet to be bleeding. thankfully it didn’t go any deeper than the dried skin on your leg, but it still hurt like a bitch.

jake had appeared, sitting behind you on your towel so you could lean on him.

“there you go,” jake gently rubbed your arms. maverick popped a squat in front of you, with a tiny flashlight in his hand. he shined in it each of your eyes, making you see spots.

“pupils are PEARL,” he said. after the uranium mission, maverick thought it was a good idea to get everyone in the dagger squad some sort of medical training. he had already had some, from being in the navy for so long.

“i’m fine, i promise, guys,” you said hoarsly, “i just took a little bit of a tumble!”

“a tumble my ass, you nearly drowned! you went unconscious for fucks sake,” jake said, his tone making you feel like an idiot. for some reason, jake had been acting cold.

“tumble or not, the emts will be here in a few,” maverick said, tucking the flashlight back into the small first aid kit.

soon enough, the paramedics parked on the street and after a few examinations, they instructed jake to take you to urgent care so that you could be seen by a provider. he decided he and maverick just take you over to miramar where he could get you right in at the infirmary.

you sat up in the hospital bed, looking at all the ivs in your arm, anxiously waiting for the scan results. your grumpy boyfriend who went outside to talk to maverick didn’t help. based on his attitude, you wouldn’t be surprised if he just left.

“how’re you holding up?” penny walked past the curtain with a bottle of apple juice and your phone in her hand. you eyed your phone.

on cue, the infirmary doctor walked in and scanned his card on in the computer, logging him in. “y/n, how are you feeling?” he continued to type a few things into the computer.

“horrible, like i got hit by a big fat bus,” you whined. penny set the apple juice and your phone down on a near table and felt your forehead. her motherly instinct was enough to make you at least try to smile.

“i’m sorry, that’s usually normal. you’re very lucky you got out of there. when you were pulled out of the water, do you remember coughing up fluid?” he asked, rolling over to the bed on his stool on wheels whilst pulling his stethoscope off and putting the tops in his ears. you nodded.

“just going to listen to your lungs, make sure there isn’t any unwanted fluid in there. can i ask you to slip the top of your gown off?”  

you didn’t care that some man was going to probably be looking at your tits but the cold man who would soon walk through the door sure did. you were too exhausted to feel uncomfortable or awkward, it was purely medical.

without much effort, you pulled one of the strings in the back of your hospital gown and the top of you was left uncovered. the slight chill of the hospital made your nipples stiff which was to say the least a little embarrassing but it wasn’t like you were turned on.

he pressed the cold metal piece just below your left breast and then your right, instructing you to take a few deep breaths. in the midst of your second deep breath, the door swung open to reveal a not so calm jake.

he didn’t know how to feel once he saw you but he slowly shook his head at you with a glare, that felt like an arrow shot into your fragile, already cracked heart. you looked away from him.

“alright, your lungs sound nice and clear,” the doctor grabbed a freshly printed paper from the hidden printer next to the computer and scanned the results. “matches your ct scan results perfectly.”

penny helped you tie your hospital gown back on.

“everything looks normal, i’ll get the nurse to help you with your ivs and your discharge papers,” the doctor walked out of the room, making sure to sign out of the computer.

“tylonol will be your best friend for the next 48 hours. if you still have aches in three day, pop back in and we’ll see what’s going on,” the nurse carefully removed the ivs and gave you the clipboard with the papers proclaiming your discharge. you gave her a forced but grateful smile as she left.

you swung your legs over the side of the hospital bed to get into the clothes that penny had grabbed from your house before she came by.

“i’ll give you two some privacy,” penny stepped out, leaving you with jake. aches flooded your body as you stood to grab the clothes but you put on a brave face even though your eyes prickled with tears.

minus the bra, you eventually got dressed while jake stayed leaning against the wall, watching you the entire time. “you just want to show the whole world your tits, huh?” jake mumbled while he grabbed your hand, helping you get up. that was the last straw.

“i’ll be at pennys for the next few days,” you said, frustrated with your boyfriend, opting out of staying in your shared home. the best you could, you walked out of the hospital room.

by the time jake followed after you, you and penny had left.

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Silly headcanons for LU boys!

Time: While he claims to fear nothing, if he saw Princess Ruto, he'd be running for the hills shouting "Not today demon!". He calls Malon "wifey" as his main pet name for her, but will also call her "Sweets" "darling" and "love"

Warriors: He's trans. Fight me on that. My guy has gotten the surgeries he can pay for, and he's happy about that. He also grew up in a more dangerous place so he knows a lot more than he lets on. He's an amazing pick-pocket and can, if he wanted to, stab you literally in the back without even Wolfie or Wild know he was there. Sneaky sneaky. His fear, because I thought it was funny and because he doesn't know the difference between a cow and a bull and has seen too many rodeos as a kid, is cows.

Twilight: SUPER delicate. For how strong he is, he has no idea if one hug will squish someone. He also, even though he's been told not to, will juggle the goats. Don't worry, he asks beforehand to make sure the goats will be okay with it. Twilight is also a HUGE Mama's boy. While he loves his father Time *cough cough*, getting validation from MALON sends him to the stars. Lastly, his fear, because as Wolfie he accidentally breathed them in, is ants.

Sky: We all know him for being sweet and kind and a total beast when someone hurts those he loves, but he also, after hurting those people, will apologize for hurting them cause he suddenly feels really guilty about it. Sometimes, if he gets the chance, he'll carve minifigures of the others and hide them in his pouch, when the others finally found out, his pouch was overflowing with animals, but mostly them. Sky would be the type of person to carve the lead in pencils. His fear, scarecrows. Do I need to say more?

Legend: Oh boy, here we go, Legend is autistic. That's the main thing. Anytime his orchard gives a good production of apples, he gets really excited and will word vomit to anyone close by most of the time it's Ravio since they live together and are dating. He may be an awful cook, but his baking skills can challenge even Wild. He mainly bakes apple desserts, but loves to try new recipes, as long as no one gets in his way. He's a big neat freak and feels really embarrassed when someone sees his house as a mess. Being a hoarder and a neat freak is hard though, so he ends up trying to clean everything and it looks barely better then before. His moto, like mine, is: "if I don't do it now, it'll never get done." Which leads him to collapsing from exhaustion because he tries to do everything at once. Legend has bad joints, surprise surprise, so he drinks tea in the morning and at night to counter that. Because of this cute story I read, I think that whenever Legend is around people that he loves, in a home that he feels safe in, because of a side effect of being Bunny, he will fall asleep right then and there. Finally, Legend fears thunderstorm, for obvious reasons, loosing more people he loves, quite obvious, and Cuccos, also obvious.

Hyrule: Also a Mama's boy. Even though he doesn't know his Mama, though he soon will, he likes to hang around Malon when on the farm and ask all the questions he can think of. He can't read, like most believe, or write, but he is surprisingly really good at interpretation and reading lips. His fear, water, poor baby can't swim and has had too much trauma around it.

Wild: This one's a lot too. Wild is also autistic, and a huge introvert. When first introduced to the chain, he either ran away, or would hide in trees most of the time out of fear of them. Wild actually collects makeup, and dresses, and is really good at hair and applying makeup, though he can't do his own hair for squat. Wild has insanely good hearing from "growing up" in the middle of nowhere, and acts animalistic, ex: growling when he feels he's in danger, whimpering when in pain, when he yelps it sounds more like a yip, curling up in a tight ball when he sleeps. Wild, though he hunts a lot, actually really loves animals, and takes care to only hunt the animals if there are too many, or if the animal is sick or injured beyond repair. When he has a memory, his heart stops and he stops breathing, almost like his spirit has been transported to that point in time. Super supporter in anything, unless it's something that's harmful to his family, ex: transphobia, homophobia, making sexual comments to those who are asexual and/or not interested. Is afraid of anything that reminds him of the Shrine of Resurrection.

Four: Any and every time he exits a portal, his mind splits so the colors are there, but Four is physically the only one there. His shadow always seems to move on its own, and he sometimes talks to it when he's feeling down. If he's given a recipe, he's a decent cook, but without one, his food would turn out like Hyrule's. When he's not spilt, his fingernails are painted. Thumb black, pointer green, middle blue, ring violet, pinky red. When at the farm, he snatches all of the groups armor, weapons, and shields and repairs them, otherwise his favorite chore is to tend to the horses. His fear, I think it's obvious, loosing more people he loves.

Wind: The air around him always smells of salt, and he never seems to run out of energy. Though he hates being the youngest of the group, he does take advantage of it to get away with doing stupid things, until he gets hurt, then he gets in trouble. Being youngest, he obviously gets baby, but there are times where he is the one babying one of the others, and those are times he uses to manipulate the others. He is a pirate, pirate equals treasure hunter, also pick-pocket, also knowing every swear in the book, also having a flask of rum. When the others learn of this, Time confiscates his flask until he discovers non-alcoholic stuff that tastes the same, never telling Wind. Wind's fear, Time's disappointed look.

I wrote this in my headcanon age order, do what you wish with this 😈

[scentednuttragedy]

HOME

Leon S. Kennedy X Reader

TW : Blood, Gore & Near death experience

Contains : Hurt/Comfort

You laid there in the snow, as you wondered if life was worth living. Your vision blurry as your eyelids threatened to close any second. You clutched your stomach hoping that it will stop the blood from flowing out but it was just wishful thinking. The white surface was splattered with blood, it was a bloody massacre. Looking around as your eyes scanned the area searching for a radio, hoping that maybe he will answer it or that maybe he's coming to rescue you.

The radio laid near a body of an dead zombie whom you had eliminated during the fight that broke out. You groaned as you tried your best to crawl towards that radio. Your blood staining the pure snow as it dripped from your wound. Your eyes watered from the pain as you crawled. As soon as you reached that radio you grabbed it and rested your back against the abandoned truck. No signal, oh you were so gonna die. At this point, death felt inevitable.

Everything felt hot, it made you feel like taking off your clothes but you knew better than to do that and let hypothermia terminate you. A static came on the radio, lighting a glimmer of hope inside you as you picked it up and brought it closer to your mouth.

"This is-" You immediately started speaking.

"(Name)! Is that you? Where the fuck have you been? I'm searching all over for you" Leon. It was his voice. Oh you felt so much better after listening to his voice that your eyes started tearing up and you felt like a child who wanted to scream for someone to help her.

"Leon.. I lost my way and had to face several undead and bio weapons." You gulp continuing as he listens quietly "I got stabbed during the fight, I am unable to move" You choked while saying that as you didn't want him to worry.

"What do you see around yourself?" Leon asked. You knew he was coming to save you. You could onlu pray that he makes it in time.

"I see an abandoned truck, covered with snow and alot of bloody dead bodies" your speech getting heavy and low as it was getting hard for you to breathe. You could see the fog erupting from your mouth as you spoke into the radio.

"Alright. Keep talking to me. I'm heading towards you" Leon spoke calmly. He tried his best to keep calm and not to do anything irrational. He didn't want to scare you nor he wanted to think that you're at death's door.

"I'll try" your voice very low and fragile.

"(Name)" you could tell he was running from the way he was speaking.

"Yes...Leon" you softly spoke as your eyes started getting heavy and your heartbeat slowing. You wanted to sleep so bad...

"Remember you asked me if I ever thought of marriage?"

"I do, I do remember Leon. Why.. are you asking me that?" His sentence peaked your interest as you furrowed your eyebrows. You were curious about where he was getting at and you wanted to stay awake to hear him speak. You wanted to hear him.

"I've always thought marraige was not for me, I always thought I did not deserve love but then you came. I know it sounds cheesy but bear with me (name) I Love you and if there's anyone I want to marry its you. It want it to be you and no one else" He confessed. You would be lying if you were to say that it did not make your heart skip a beat or two.

"Is that a proposal, Leon?" You chuckled but it ended in a fits of cough as you tried to breathe properly.

"I'm sorry it can't be at somewhere special or romantic.... I think I see you. Stay there I'm coming" You saw him running towards you as you smiled softly. Maybe this wasn't a bad way to die.

"Hey" He squatted down and immediately wrapped a jacket around you to keep you warm.

"Leon.. its so good to see you" Your face pale as all the life from it had gone and now you looked almost as good as dead.

"Good to see you too, (name)" He brushed your face hair aside as he kissed your forehead softly, letting his lips linger for a bit to let you know that he's here.

"You could have just went with your team, Leon"

"And leave you here? Fuck no. You're coming home with me" Leon snuck his arms under your knee and behind your back as he picked you up. You felt so safe and you knew now that you were gonna make it safe and alive.

"Home. I like the sound of that" you leaned your head against his chest as you took in the warmth his body radiated. You could live in his arms forever.

"Our home" He muttered under his breathe. You somehow managed to smile a little at that but it was getting hard to keep up.

"Stay with me (name) don't close your eyes. Keep talking to me" Leon softly said. He was starting to panick a little but with you in his arms, he was willing to stay calm just for you. You were determined to stay alive. You wanted to stay alive just for him.

"Don't you think it's getting a little too hard on you?" You chuckled

"I don't care how hard it gets as long as I still have you" Leon smiled softly as he looked into your eyes. And suddenly loving him didn't feel like a feeling at all, it felt like walking into a home.

Sorry guys I was busy saving a world from apes and then I got teleported to another universe where I had to save people from turning into zombies 😞 (this is satire please 😭)