#by kicking him in his flat doll-like crotch

[arcadekitten]

Silly question, I know. But do things like deez nutz jokes exist in your works? and if they do how would they work? because to my knowledge your characters Don't have genitalia (My bad if it sounded rude at all)

Doesn't sound rude, no worries!

I mean, things like "Joe Mama" jokes already exist. Also as I've said in the past, none of the characters actually speak real english--the works are just written in english and the work is like a translation from their world to ours. There's no France in my games but I'm sure characters would still describe a french braid as being a french braid.

There's also some moments in my games that seem like they would relate to vulgar things in real life, but they're usually never actually finished and leave the player to infer what said character was talking about. I'm sure many players finish the sentences easily in their heads, but they probably don't think the same things that I know the game is actually referring to. Does that make sense? I feel like I explained it very confusingly. And it might not relate all that much to your original question. oh well!

For example the above screenshots would make the majority assume the involvement of genitalia, but there is actually none present.

[bunnys-kisses]

bark, bark, bark

hybrid!john "soap" mactavish

cw: hybrid!au, smut/pwp, heat/rut, breeding, pregnancy, enemies-to-lovers, dog!reader, dog!john, owner!simon, doggy style filth

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"well, aren't ya just a dream." john said as he sat at the kitchen table. his tail swayed from side to side as he looked at you.

you were standing close to your new owner, simon riley. you had a pretty pink collar on and your ears were flat against your head. your arms were crossed and you looked annoyed.

john or 'soap' as simon called him, was a dog. as were you. while your breed was defined and regal. you were certain that simon found john behind a dumpster of a fish n' chips place. but you'd have to get along with your fellow hybrid if you didn't want to end up being re-homed.

john just thought you were perfect, but in as sneering kind of way. almost mocking as he pulled at your floppy ears and your hair. he even got you by the collar once and brought you to the tiled floor of the farmhouse the three of you lived in.

you'd often yip and growl at one another in the living room as you fought over the remote. which often left you both scolded by your owner. if you were on your knees one last time in front of simon while the larger man wagged a finger at you, you were going to put the mutt's throat between your teeth and clamp down.

but then it happened. something you had dreaded, you thought at least simon would've gotten you some birth control shots before you heat took over. you felt some embarrassed, like a fucking idiot because you were leaking all over the bed you slept in.

hybrids slept in beds like any other human, but while simon kept his minimal. yours was covered in all manners of pillows and stuffed animals. which gave you ample room to find something to put between your legs. you covered your mouth with your head as you got on your knees with the pillow between your legs.

you rutted against it, hoping that the fabric would catch your clit through your shorts. you whimpered a little but tightened your hand across your mouth. you hoped that john didn't catch the smell of your heat. the last thing you wanted was for that stupid dog to be smelling your pussy like the animal he was.

"fuck." you muttered to yourself as you found you couldn't get enough friction from the pillow. you peeled of your shorts with the crotch of your panties soaked, and put your legs on either side of the pillow once more and rutted against the edge.

you squeaked a little and panted around your hand as you rolled your hips. heat raced through your body and electricity was shot through your clit from the sensation of the pillow against it. you could only imagine the stain that would be left on the pillow by the time you were done.

your toes curled as you continued to move, you were getting lost in your head as you moved across the fabric. you let out the smalles tnoises and couldn't even stop to hear if you could hear anyone outside your door.

it was why you didn't hear the stealthy john come into your room, or creep towards you in the dark. his nose was in the air as the alluring scent of fertile hybrid filled his brain. you didn't even know he was so close until he pounced onto the bed and shoved you into the mountain of soft objects.

you yelped and tried to kick your legs out in defense, but he kept you pinned rather tightly to the bed. his nose was in your neck as he took a healthy inhale. he groaned and you felt his cock twitch against your bare ass.

you knew your pussy was getting the front of his shorts soaked.

"what do we have here?" he asked, already a little drunk from the scent, "is my girl fuckin' her pillows? bein' bad." he growled against your neck as he pushed you further into the bed, causing your hips to raise higher.

"john!" you yelped.

"that's it, doll. my precious girl. i know i tease ya, but this is worse than anything i've ever done." he said with a dark edge to his tone, "ruttin' in your bed all alone. with your mate."

you melted at the word, you hated him but the lust was clotting your brain from coherent thought. all you could feel about was the heat against you. the larger hybrid up against you.

"please, john." you whimpered, "you can't breed me. get simon."

he kissed at your neck, his fangs nipped against the back of it, he continued to rub up against you, "i don't think so, doll. i think you need me more than you need simon." his voice was low, "you need some cock." he chuckled, "my cock."

you whimpered, "please."

"don't worry, i promise i was a easy pup to rear." he chuckled lowly, "you, me and baby, quite the trio. maybe if we're lucky, we'll have two boys."

you whimpered, in your state the thought sounded alluring. you couldn't imagine alife without john in that moment. even though he bullied you, you couldn't imagine him NOT fucking you in that moment.

"ya like that don't ya, girlie. you like the idea of you being all pregnant with my pups. you'd be a lovely girl like that." he chuckled as he pulled down his shorts under his cock, freeing it.

his cock was impressive, it was large with heavy balls that showed that he'd be a good breeder. he was impressed with it and hoped it would fit in your tight virgin hole.

"here it comes, love." he said, "now be good for me, i want to feel every inch in ya." he chuckled as he guided his cock into your sweet hole, effectively ruining your virginity. he sank into it slowly and felt the air leave his chest.

"ah!" you whimpered as you buried your head further into the stuffed animals on your bed. you exhaled deeply to keep yourself relaxed so you didn't hurt yourself. but his cock was already deep in you.

"holy shit. i wished you went into heat sooner." he growled, "you feel amazin', doll. i could fuck ya forever, give ya a whole bunch of litters to take care of." he chuckled as he puffed his chest out with pride. his cock was a tight fit in you, but it felt so good. you were so wet that he slid in easily, there was no struggle to fuck his little wife.

wife, that was a term he would ever think that he'd call you. but what else would you be? a slut? his fuck hole?" the thought made him chuckle as he started to thrust in and out of you.

your eyes rolled back, his cock soothed the fire in your belly. it was what the primal part of your brain needed. you needed cock, specically HIS cock. it was the only thing that you'd allow in you. you didn't NEED simon, you just needed john to fuck the discomfort away!

easy as that, and john was happily able to do that for you. he would make you feel nice and good. he held you down by your head and you felt hot all over as he thrusted up into you. he growled and tried not to make too much noise to alert his owned.

your breathing was shaky as you clutched onto a pillow under your head. you panted heavily as you felt hot all over. this heat was almost painful and it ran like a current in your body. you felt skittish but drowning in the depths of pleasure.

"ah! please! ah!" you panted, "john, please."

"i got ya, lass." he chuckled, "don't worry. i'll make it all better. don't worry about anything." he continued to thrust in and out of you. he felt hot all over too. his head was clouded with the scent of your want for him.

his heart raced as he felt his t-shirt cling to his chest as he continued to move. you tried to meet his pace but your brain was so empty that you could barely keep up. you had never felt this full before. you whimpered so pathetically, john just knew that he would have to take care of you. after all that was what a husband did.

your lover, your husband, the father to your many, many pups. that was a title he could be proud of. it only fueled him to bury his cock deeper inside of you. the bed squeaked and john breathed heavily through his nose as his hips slapped against your ass.

"pretty thing." he purred, "bein' such a bitch all this time. but i knew better, i knew you wanted me." he chuckled a little, proud of himself that he got to bed the little birdie that has been in his home the past couple of months.

"john." you said lazily, "it feels so good." you panted wildly. you felt like there was a flat line in your head, everything kind of rolled off your tongue without thinking much of it. ypur cutn was soaked, you could feel the wetness all the way down to the back fo your thighs.

"so good." he said, "simon is gonna know how good you were for me. once you're all swollen with my puppies. keep ya nice and fat with litter after litter. i'll make sure nothin' happens to them, our little family." he panted wildly like the dog he was. he threw his head back as his hips bounced against you. his cock pushed in and out of your aching hole.

he would douse the fire in your soul, he'll simmer you down. but in exchange you'll get morning sickness and in nine months squirming hybrids in your arms. you moaned at the thought, you knew you were close to your climax.

"mine. got it?" he said, less like a question and more like a statement as he pulled your head away from the pillows. you gasped for air after being in the heat of the pillows.

you moaned loudly as you felt yourself climax around his cock. further making a mess. he growled in happiness as he gave one last thrust of his hips and he finished inside of you.

the noise must've woken up simon. because when he went into your room, he found you going at it once more. he sighed and made a note to get you some plan b in the morning. he didn't need more puppies roaming the halls of the farmhouse.

he also reminded himself to get you some birth control shots to make sure this didn't happen again.

-

simon's plan failed. it failed pretty badly. because by the time he got the birth control. it was too late, you were pregnant with john's baby. simon was thankful that it was just ONE.

at least you two got along...

"goodamnit, soap!" you shrieked.

there was a commotion in the kitchen. simon sighed and got up from his seat. he saw one very pregnant hybrid and the one who got her pregnant in the kitchen. you two were snapping jaws at one another.

"i wish you'd go back to fuckin'." he grumbled.

[breedbun]

info; Ayato x male reader, subbot male reader, topdom ayato, soft dom Ayato, ftm reader, reader is a doll made by shogun. reader has ball joints+long hair. kirara is mentioned briefly.

warnings; i mean, reader is technically a sex doll? anal, oral (ayato receiving), creampie, breeding, belly bulge, cum swallowing :3 cunt is used to describe reader

desc; i used this idea for a cai chat

Ayato wasn't expecting any mail today. So when a familiar nekomata youkai comes along, dragging an enormous human-sized box, tied with ribbons and held together tape. As Kirara placed an exquisitely qualified letter in his palm, she sighs, wiping sweat off her forehead. "Mister Ayato, I'm not sure what you bought, but it's really heavy! Nonetheless, be sure to give Komaniya Express a good review." She purred, giving him a thumbs up, before prancing away shortly after.

Ayaka wasn't home. Perhaps this was her mail? But what could she have possibly bought, for it to be this big?.. Upon checking the letter, he's bamboozled at the sight of his name scribbled neatly, and clearly on the front. "From Raiden Ei, Electro Archon, God of Eternity." ...What the hell? He understands small gifts every now and then for his accomplishments as the head of the Kamisato Clan, and as the Yashiro Commissioner.. but this? This felt almost too much. Why, and when did the Raiden Shogun decide to gift him such a large present?

Besides the initial confusion, he pushes the box a little deeper into his warm-toned home, tearing open the delicate ribbons and sticky tape. The moment he got the outer packaging off, the inside of the box was a Japanese-style presentation.. with a doll inside. A lovely, youthful young man, with gorgeous hair reaching to the back of his knees. All he wore was a plain, white dress shirt, tied to the box with zipties. Stunned, perhaps even embarrassed, his face flushes a persimmon red. It takes him a moment to fully process what the hell Her Excellency has just sent him, because this was certainly not a regular gift.

It wasn't long after you woke up, and scanned your surroundings.. did he realize what you were. A doll, for his pleasure, at his disposal.

Ayato smiled, as he'd press your face further down onto his crotch. He didn't know the Raiden Shogun could make such realistic puppets, one with a warm and wet mouth, coating his cock with saliva. You obediently bobbed your head up and down, licking and sucking, looking up every few moments for Ayato's eyes to meet back with yours. Tilting your head every few minutes, you'd lick in an upwards direction, before Ayato forces you to deepthroat him again with a loud moan.

He'd cum in your mouth, sticky and white fluid spurting onto your tongue with a satisfying groan. Before you could swallow his seed, he stops you.. to tilt your head up. "Don't swallow yet, darling. Look at me, mouth open." His words do not go unnoticed. Upon opening your mouth again, the sticky liquid stretches from the roof of your mouth to your soft, wet tongue. He chuckles, though you could hear his unsteady heavy breaths under his composure.

Once he pulls you off his cock lovingly, he gently carries you up and places you on the bed as if you weighed no more than a feather. Turning you flat on your stomach, you squeak as he combs his fingers through your long, long hair. Brushing it aside, you feel his hands trail down from the sides of your waist, down to cup your ass lovingly. "Such realistic flesh. Her Excellency must've put lots of effort into crafting you for me.." He grips your ass, spreading them apart, much like one would spread a feast.

You lightly sway and kick your legs, feeling unfamiliar excitement shoot up your soft body. Originally, you knew you had to follow a set of orders, and no emotions were to get in the way of your duty as a pretty little doll. That was all cast aside, the moment Ayato lined his tip to your tight rim, unsure if he was even able to fit into your body. Your doubts were eased, the moment he'd roughly squeeze his large into your surprisingly wet cunt. You let out an embarrassing loud mewl, tears brimming your eyes as he pulls out all the way to his tip.. then slams back right in. He groans, moans, and he even throws his head back while he fucked you into his expensive pillows. Drooling all over the pillow covers, your body malfunctions as shockwaves travels up your artificial spine. Every time he'd thrust into your pussy, you can hear his chuckle and laughs in between every whimper he let out through your fucked out brain.

As your tummy rubs against the exquisitely soft mattress, you sputter out another sound while your flesh clenches down hard on his dick, squirting out all the juices you never knew you had. Ayato even took the liberty of rubbing your knees and elbows, your ball joints, as if he knew these were sensitive from the beginning. "Ah, reading that manual just to make you shiver is so satisfying.." Caressing your body, the one an Archon carved for him, as you feel that hollow feeling in your body be filled up with his load yet again. Sure, all of it would definitely spill out the moment you stood up, but it wouldn't take long before he'd fill you up again with you sprawled over his bed, bent over his desk, or even sandwiched between him and a wall.

Lots of his undone fantasies, he can finally release them all into you. No need to find a mistress any longer, no need to worry about an heir. After all,

You had the ability to carry a baby.

BAH THIS WAS SO BAD IDK???

[frankieburieshisdead]

⛧𝔖𝔞𝔪 𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔵 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯⛧

CW: NSFW, brief dubcon, angst

It was only two days. That was the agreement. That's how much you got of Sam Winchester. Two days and three nights and then he would pack up his life into his brother's shitty little flat-back impala and you would never see him again.

Until of course you saw him again.

You had friends over when he called. Squeezing past the group of 20 somethings wolf whistling at you as you went to pick up the landline meant that you were giggling when you picked up. You had set his number to a specific ring. It was the dial tone version of "Spooky boy like you" by Dusty Springfield. All your friends knew about Sam 'Sammy' Winchester, who had exorcised a cruel version of your reflection from your vanity mirror and then hadn't left your room for the rest of the weekend.

"Hey!" You answered, almost too excited as the box wine you had been drinking all night spurred on your mood.

"Hey," his voice was rough, like he'd used it up. "I'm in town, can I come over?"

You sobered quickly. "What's wrong?"

"I, um," you twisted the cord of the phone tightly between your two fingers. "Can I come over?" He asked again, desperate.

"Yes."

It took a bit of cajoling to get your company out, but you had the place mostly cleaned out by the time your doorman rang up to let you know a tall man with long brown hair was waiting downstairs for you.

He looked tired. His body hunched downwards, shoulders drooping. He looked good with the 5 o'clock shadow he was sporting.

Oh sweetheart, you wanted to say, what happened?

Instead you said: "come in."

He tipped forward, nuzzling into your neck. There was a wet stripe up your jaw and behind the shell of your ear. "Sam," you muttered under your breath, sure there was something more important to talk about. Hard to remember when the best sex of your life was rubbing his thigh up against your crotch. His arms circled your slim biceps, squeezing, almost shy of painful as he lifted you up onto your kitchen counter.

Hands unbuckling and unwinding, you let this moose of a man strip you on your kitchen counter. There was a second there that you both took to breathe, foreheads pressed together as his small way of asking "is this okay?" You nodded against his mouth and pulled his body flush against yours.

He prepped you like a man in front of his last meal. Quick and yet savoring. Rough but so attentive you had begun to squeal by the end of it. When he was inside you, there wasn't a second to breathe before he was hauling you on top, using the leverage of the flat mattress and his grip on your waist to bounce you like a rag doll. It wasn't at all like you remembered. He was too fast, jack rabbiting into you and hitting all the wrong spots. You had begun to realize the cruel way his fingers pressed into your lower back, digging and bruising. His sweet face was twisted up into a snarl and he frowned like he was waiting to get it over with.

You weren't having fun anymore.

"Sam stop!" You put your hands over his and squeezed. "You're hurting me!"

He immediately stilled, back still arched as you felt his stuttering heart in your abdomen.

"What?" He blinked up at you, almost out of a daze.

"You're hurting me." You said in a smaller voice.

Something snapped then. Sam's eyes crooning into a dip, his lip turning white from the way he was biting into it.

"I am?" He sounded devastated, truly and honestly devastated. His grip was loose, still around you but shaking. You should have stopped him the moment you realized something was wrong. It was too late now, he was still hard and wanting inside you and you weren't enough of a good person to kick him out. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

"Okay, were okay baby. Just a little slower yeah?" You began to grind your hips downwards, letting the tip of his cock kiss something deep inside you. His eyes rolled back and you felt a full body shiver underneath you.

You fell forward when he bucked into you, almost like he couldn't help but crawl deeper. You had both arms on either side of his head, his mouth panting into yours. "Press here, like that." You put his hand on the bottom of your abdomen, pressing his fingers into the gap between his dick and your happy place. You screamed when you came, gripping onto Sam's shaggy cut as you're back arched. You were never sure if it was the hair pulling, the scream, or the the way you tightened up like a corkscrew that set him off but suddenly there was a silky feeling dripping out of you and Sam was sobbing into your shoulder.

"Oh baby you're okay." You soothed where you had been pulling at his roots. You were still out of breath, still impossibly full. "We're good, I'm here." He had both arms pressing you into his chest, keeping your head over his shoulder so you couldn't see his face. You had to force your way up, pulling out of his hold to look at the bloodshot look he was trying to hide into the pillow.

"Lets get some sleep. We'll talk about it in the morning." You used what little strength you had to flip the two of you over, in part so Sam was lying over you like a heated blanket and also so the threat of the ever soggier bed sheet was further away.

"Okay." His voice was raspy but sweet. You were glad to have Sam Winchester for one more weekend.

[sillysillygoofygoose]

Dumb Little Bunny

...kinda cnc, argument to sex, switch! Toji and reader hehe, low-key foot stuff but also not really, hint of misogyny (use of slut, whore), degradation, and a possessive Toji. Happy Halloween!

"You're not wearing that."

Glancing down, you swiftly study your skin tight garment, pouting slightly.

"Yes, I am... it's on my body, isn't it?" Head whipping towards a brooding Toji, you smirk, a playful giggle bubbling in your chest.

"Very funny, smart ass." He huffs out, the beginning fire of a hissy-fit sparking up in his pebble-shaded eyes. He drags his feet over to you, bit-to-the-stub nails gripping at the skin engulfed by faux leather.

"Don't you think you're gonna get cold? Your legs are hangin' out like it's nobody's business." Toji grumbles, turning you towards the full sized mirror angled against your bedroom wall.

Toji is less than thrilled, to say the least. There you stand, figure squeezed and kissed by the tight fabric of your Playboy bunny one-piece. Complete with a puffy cotton tail and upright, pointed ears. Words can't describe the feeling that struck deep inside Toji's gut the second he saw you all whored out for this stupid Halloween party. The feeling grew from pleasurable to territorial when he realized he wouldn't be the only one seeing you tonight.

"The alcohol should keep me warm." You wiggle out of his grasp, patting his stone chest, before sitting down at the princess vanity he built for you. You pat at your cheeks with blush, sharpen your eyeliner, and touch up your burgundy lipstick.

"Don't start with that. Don't be such a little fucking brat." Toji's tone is harsh as he crosses his arms across his broad chest.

The lack of control brewed anxiety in his limbs and lungs. You invited him... you really meant it, too. But he was the one who turned you down.

"A Halloween party? Sweets, I'm too damn old for that shit."

Toji's attitude was expected, but throughly unappreciated by you... so you simply ignore him. You hear him groan before he lifts you off your cushioned seat, taking your place and settling you into his lap.

Before you can tell him off, he's nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck, tenderizing the area, before roughly biting down. You hiss, pushing his heavy head away and once again escaping his almost solid embrace.

"Ouch Toji! Ugh, what the fuck..." You trail off towards the end of your sentence, feeling the sting of his sharp teeth at the base of your neck.

"Fuckin assholes... their eyes are gonna be all over you, y'know... my fucking bunny. Dressed all cute and slutty."

Toji is still sat, arms crossed, a suble pout on his lips. A grown man throwing a tantrum like a four year old. And he said he's too old for a Halloween party.

Bending at your hips, you push past Toji's slumped shoulders, your eyes making out a wide, dark red mark on your neck.

"For fuck sakes, Toji... you're that fucking jealous hm?" Steadying yourself, hands flat on the vanity, you speak to him through your reflection, voice stern, concrete. He stands behind you, leaning down, his chest flat against your back. He lightly kisses, and kitten licks at the bold mark of territory. Leaning back into him, you feel his semi-hard pressing into the exposed skin of your fishnet-clad ass.

"You look so fucking good, mama. Don't want any of those usless fucking tools seein' ya all dolled up. I want to show you off, not sit here, knowing you're showing off." Finishing off his sentence with a light tug on your hair, he rolls his hips into your backside. Turning in your place, you pull Toji large body into you by his biceps. Groping his growing bulge, you use your other hand to hoist your bottom half onto the desk of your hand-crafted vanity. He follows your lead, staring at you almost expectantly. Sharp eyes follow your foot as it inches its way up Toji's thick thigh. Landing on his crotch, you playfully kick him soft as to not hurt him but firm enough to coax a small groan out of him.

"You like it, though, don't you, Toji? You like knowing that a young, sexy bunny is all yours. You know what to do... maybe if you make me proud, I won't flirt around tonight." You smirk, snapping off the flimsy buttons between your legs. Usually, hearing something like that would force Toji into a juvenile fit. His venomous jealousy would take over, fully souring his mind. But when you have him like this, under your spell, he just wants to prove himself to the woman he admires most.

Quickly, he pulls your pretty red panties aside, allowing the chilling air to wisp at your core. But, the change of temperature isn't the only thing that widens your eyes. Toji's wide tongue flattens upon your heat, licking up and down like an ice cream cone. His head makes exaggerated movements as the tip of his defined nose rubs into your sensitive bud, sending waves of pleasure through your body, sizzling out at your toes.

Toji straightens out on his knees, grasping at the back of your calve, bending your leg to fit between him and the wood you're placed upon. Pulling the ball of your foot back against his crotch, he holds the top of your foot to his weeping cock, moaning into you at the easing pressure. He slowly picks up a steady rhythm. You throw your head back, grabbing at Toji's dark locks and pull his face flush against you.

Before you can even reach your climax, you feel Toji stiffen and detach himself from you, and you peer down just in time to see the front of his grey sweatpants deepen in color.

A gruff groan escapes his throat as he sinks his pearly whites into the soft skin of your inner thigh between the open bubbles of your fishnets, like a dog and his bone.

"Ruined my fuckin' sweatpants, shit." Toji grumbles out, standing to his full height, towering over your sitting form. He pulls down the stained fabric, just enough for his veiny, throbbing, stiff dick to pop out. Without warning, he shoves himself into your fluttering, sensitive hole.

"'M gonna fuck ya dumb, bunny." Toji pants out, placing his hands behind you on the polished wood, thrusts immediately adopting a harsh, sharp pulse. Quickly, you begin babbling and cooing out, already being fucked stupid. You can feel your power slip through your fingers with every snap of your boyfriend's powerful hips. Before your dominance completely runs off, shriveled up in fear, you grab onto the back of his head, your mouth seeking his neck.

Toji groans as overstimulation creeps in, weakening his knees until he's in a partial squat, hunched over you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up, pretty girl. Gonna breed you like a fucking bunny. Every one of those idiots are gonna know who you're a disgusting little whore for." He grunts before you feel warm ropes of cum stuff your womb full. Still cumming, Toji pulls out, aiming his flushed head toward the shiny fabric of your sluttly little suit. He stumbles back, admiring the white streaks soaking into the slick black costume.

"Ugh, Toji, it's gonna stain." You mumble out, still shaking as you try to wipe off his cum with your fingers, engulfing them in your mouth, tasting the salty essence.

"Heh. Good." He lowly chuckles, sitting back down on your fragile chair, throwing his head back in exhaustion. You study the dark purple marks on his neck, perfectly matching the love-bites poorly hidden by the patchwork material on your legs.

"You sure you don't want to tag along? You might need to keep me in check." You smile devilishly, cheekily winking, before snapping the buttons of your skimpy onesie back together.

Toji huffs dramatically, irritation slowly snooping back into his dazed mind.

So there you are, frazzled and flushed, walking into this stupid Halloween party. Hand in hand. A dumb, sweet little bunny with her big, mean, dumber man.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

[shorkbrian]

Kiri’s lil sis (or step sis?) thirsting after her big brother’s cool best friend Bakugo, always trying to join them going anywhere and sit next to bakugo/on his lap with kiri being so oblivious to your advances until one day you practically throw yourself at bakugo to hang out just one and one.. You get all dolled up only to find out jealous kiri finds out about your little date and has to show you how he’s manly enough for whatever you need, that your his

oh my god

Kiri is fine to hang out with Bakugou, fine with calling him his friend, but seeing you tripping over yourself to try and gain Bakugou's approval? It makes his blood boil.

Especially since Kiri has heard Katsuki talk about girls when it's just the boys hanging out, how bakugou likes playing with 'em and what kind of rough, degrading shit he subjects them to. Kirishima is almost taken aback, but hey, to each their own.

Imagining Bakugou doing all that to his sweet little sister sickens him.

To find out that you went behind your older brother's back, batted your eyelashes and pushed your chest out while asking Katsuki if he would take you to get coffee, or food, or what-fucking-ever makes Kirishima grit his teeth and clench his fists.

Especially since he comes downstairs to see you primping in the mirror, with the shortest skirt you own barely covering your ass, nipples poking through the tiny, thin little crop top you're wearing.

"Where ya going?" He can't help but ask, eyes raking over you, a 'lil confused. He likes the view, but you shouldn't be dressed like that, it's inappropriate.

"I'm gonna go hang out with Katsuki." You're barely paying your brother any attention, making sure your makeup looks good enough, leaning forward to dab at your lipstick. Kirishima can't help but stare as your skirt rides up more, showing off a little glimpse of pale pink panties.

"No you aren't, not dressed like that." He decides quickly, a blush rising to his cheeks. He's not some doddling virgin, panties really aren't that revolutionary of a sight to him, but to see your panties, well-

"You're not dad, you can't tell me what to do." Your answer is so cheeky, so bratty, and Kirishima knows you're acting up, already trying to act older than you are so you'll look cool in Bakugou's eyes.

He's having none of it.

Two strides and he's grabbing you by your elbow, hand completely encompassing your little arm. Kiri likes the almost-frightened gasp that spills out of your mouth as he yanks you close, staring down at you with knitted brows.

"You aren't going anywhere near Katsuki, he's bad news for pretty girls like you. I'm not letting him put his hands on my little sister."

Wide eyes stare back at him. "Let me go, I'm not a little kid anymore!" You shake yourself out of his grip (only because he lets you) before you smooth out your outfit with a huff. "I know what I'm doing."

Kirishima frowns. "Do you? Really?" He's irritated now. You don't know what you're getting yourself into. You don't know how Bakugou's going to treat you, going to rough you up and make you cry, drop you off home afterwards and leave Kirishima to clean up the mess he's made of you.

"You're not going."

"I don't have to do what you say Kiri." You point out. "Just 'cause mom and dad aren't home doesn't mean you get to control me. Dad said it was fine when I asked him earlier."

Your brother huffs, moves behind you until his bulk is blocking the front door, your exit. "Dad barely knows who Bakugou is. I said you aren't going, and that's final."

"Kirishima-" You're angry, eyes blazing as you stare him down. "Get out of my way."

Look at you, trying to be all tough and bossy. Bakugou would destroy you, and Kirishima can't, won't have that happen.

"He's not gentle, y'know." The redhead starts off nonchalantly, propelling his body towards your with a few easy steps.

"He'll grab you like this-" A hand at your throat, squeezing too tight for your comfort and immediately you're scrabbling at his arm, wheezing for Kiri to stop. "And he'll just laugh when you do that."

"He'll bend you over the most convenient surface, see?" He's shoving you into the kitchen, making you stumble backwards before your brother spins you around, slams you over the counter. Your toes are barely touching the ground, head spinning from the rough treatment. What was Kiri - your sweet, goofy brother - doing?

"Probably'll make fun of what you're wearing. I mean seriously, are you trying to look like a slut?" Kirishima slaps your ass where it's exposed by your tiny skirt, and you yelp, trying to scramble away. But Kirishima easily grabs your waist, keeps you in place and kicks your legs apart before forcing himself between them.

"I can see your panties, and your breasts in this little getup. Bakugou doesn't like easy girls, thinks they deserve to get fucked real rough. You ready for that?" Kirishima doesn't bother with your skirt, it's so short it's not even in his way as he runs his fingers over your panties, snapping the waistband against your skin. You're so warm.

Then a hand pushes up your shirt until it's over your chest, and your tits are smushed against the counter as Kirishima presses you flat against it. "Y'know, he might not even prep you. A real gentleman would make sure you're ready first, maybe make you cum a few times before even think of getting inside you, but not Katsuki. He'll shove in dry, tear you up and make you bleed all over the place."

Fingers push the crotch of your panties to the side, and you're whining, crying into the counter now. Begging Kirishima to stop only makes him chuckle darkly, and suddenly you feel the heat of his crotch as he presses against you, grinds the bulge in his jeans against your core.

"Crying is only gonna make him treat you worse. You know he doesn't like crybabies. You gonna cry for him just like this when he splits you apart? You'll make him go soft sweetie."

It's only when you hear the sound of a zipper do you truly start to thrash, truly scared and cowed. "I get it, I get it! 'M sorry Kiri, I won't go, I won't!" You cry, legs kicking as you push up against his hand, trying to get off the counter where he has you pinned.

Kirishima lets out a noncommittal hum, enjoying the way your frantic movement is stimulating his cock where it's pressed to your cute little pussy. You're even starting to get a bit wet, darkening his jeans.

"Please! Let me go, I'll listen, I swear-" You beg, cries choking your throat.

It feels like forever until Kiri steps away from you, lets you push yourself off the cold counter and pull your shirt over your chest, push your panties back into place and tug down your skirt.

When you turn to look at him, Kirishima almost feels bad about your puffy eyes and the tears running down your face. Almost.

"C'mere-" Is all he offers instead of an apology, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. He's still hard in his jeans.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt, that's all." Your brother explains, rubbing your shoulder as you sniffle against his chest. "Bakugou isn't boyfriend material, got it? Especially not for someone who hasn't even had their first kiss."

He can feel you nodding in understanding against him.

"I'll text him that you won't be coming, okay? Go upstairs and change. Maybe we can watch a movie or something." A pat to your head as you turn away from him, little hands wiping at the tears on your face as you start to walk away.

Kiri can still see your panties with every step you take, ass bouncing.

He's going to text Katsuki, tell him that you're completely off limits. Maybe later tonight he'll send the blonde a video to really cement that fact, you on your knees, sucking his cock. Or maybe a few different pictures of your cunt as he presses inside, a few more showing him teasing your clit with the head of his dick.

That'll get the message across, not only to Bakugou, but to you.

Kirishima's the only one that gets to touch you

Ever.

[noritoshiikamo]

happy anniversary

first year anniversary gift is wood right? gojo satoru had just the thing. part 3 of this childhood friend drabble pairing: gojo satoru + fem!reader genre: smut bcs i think with my hand down my pants when i see gojo tags//warning: established relationship // gojo thinking with dick part 3, threesome, anal and double penetration thread lightly if u will note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. lolololo okay idk if i did it right, never write a threesome but what better way to return to writing but to write a dp with gojo and nanami weeeee ENJOY!!

“nanamin?”

“yes,” she repeated the answer for the umpteenth time.

he tilted his head, a nervous laugh erupted out of his throat, “you want me to invite nanami kento, uhh, how do i say this without sounding like a complete prude- you want to have sex with him?” her eyes glimmered.

“and you,” she jabbed a finger on his chest, she smiled, “always with you.”

gojo satoru laughed, “buttercup, i ask you what you want for our anniversary, i expected an answer like a brand-new tesla or tiffany diamond or i don’t know-a private island?” she shook her head to his every suggestion, leaning closer into him like a needy kitten. he could feel hair raising on the back of his neck at the feeling of her bare arm brushing against his.

he eyed the tent building in sweats, his girlfriend wanting a threesome with his best friend and it’s turning him on. the idea of watching nanami kento manhandling his sweet, sweet buttercup enough to be a docile moaning mess made his dick twitched. he made note to belittle her for teasing him every time by saying he thinks a lot with his dick, but what can he do when his girlfriend is a soaking mess.

“so?”

his eyebrows shot up in curiosity, he glanced over to her and his jaws almost dropped down. the way she was squirming, getting off to the thoughts itself by rubbing her thighs together, her warmed skin and the lust clouding her eyes. “buttercup,” he cooed, pulling the girl onto his laps, “you really want it huh?” a soft oh escaped her lips as her burning crotch rested against his bulge. “look at that,” she grinned, pushing him against the sofa, his hands immediately went up to her waist as she slowly rubbed herself against him. she watched in satisfaction as his eyes rolled back, only the whites out, head back as he mumbled her name.

her lips traced the protruding collarbone of his, trading tiny licks of her tongue and kisses up to his neck and jaw, “the idea must’ve turned you on too, huh?” her breath ghosted over the shell of his reddened ear, she couldn’t hold her grin back as he let out a throaty yes. his grips on her waist tightened and her eyes widened as she found herself tossed on the sofa on her back. he pounced on her; lips pressed to each other as they scrambled to undress each other.

“before nanamin gets a taste of you, i need to make sure you know where your place is,” he growled as the button of her plaid came off with a single rip. “that this right here,” his hand moved lower to cup her moist cunt, pressing the palm against her bundle of nerve so painfully, “belongs to me.”

“always.”

gojo fished out his phone, hand pressed to her waist as he controlled her pace eagerly grinding against him, not wanting her to immediately be overstimulated before anything could happen. he pressed the phone to her ear, “talk,” he commanded before slithering down to remove her pants. “n-n nanamin, it’s me,” she stuttered as the voice at the other end greeted her. she watched nervously as gojo slowly undress her bottom half, his mop of white hair between her trembling thighs, she could feel his warm breath.

“is there anything wrong? i’m about to leave my office.”

gojo pressed a kiss on her thigh, “tell him to come over. you need help. he won’t come if i asked, but i know he would if you did, tell him it’s the scrolls,” he looked up, head tilted, and her breath hitched as she caught the look in his eyes. the jealousy and lust mixed up into one concoction which is gojo satoru.

“yes, y-yes would you mind coming over? i have issue with the scrolls you g-gave,” she jolted when his teeth sunk into the sensitive skin of her thighs. he had been leaving marks all over her thighs and it was enough to make her lose her mind and he didn’t even get to her burning loin.

“okay, i’ll be there in few minutes.”

the call ended and the way she sighed in relief as she tossed the phone on the coffee table with a loud clattering noise, had gojo smirking. “do you need to do that?” she breathed out, covering her warming face with her shaky arms. her relief was short lived as gojo dived straight into her soaking pussy, pressing his tongue flat from the base up to her swollen clit. she jumped, but his arms encircled her legs, holding her down tightly. the way his palm gripped her thighs served as a warning for her to behave; he’s still in control, for now.

“i told you. you need to be reminded that you belong to me before anyone else,” he hummed, lips against her swollen clit sending vibration to her whole body.

“‘toru f-fuck,” her legs desperate to close.

“you think you can come for me first?” he cooed, fingers tracing eights against her soaking cunt, “maybe i’ll prepare some holes for nanamin. i wonder which hole he’s gonna be in first. here?” her eyes rolled back as his two fingers slipped in her entrance, “or here?” his voice deepened as another finger rested at her other hole. her sudden clutching sucked the pinkies in, gojo cursed at the feeing of the tightness around it, despite not being fully in. “maybe i can have the other hole first, buttercup?” she nodded eagerly, mouthing something he couldn’t get.

she whined when his fingers left her, leaving her clutching on nothing as he left the sofa. she could hear his voice screaming from the bedroom before emerging out with a couple bottle of lube. his eyes glimmered in excitement. “you gonna need it all, buttercup,” his mood switching is something she was used too, a soft laugh escaped her lips before their little comedy club was cut short.

the doorbell rang.

she watched as his eyes darkened in excitement, “i wonder who is it?” dumping the bottles on the nearby chair, she watched as his boyfriend marched to the door. she could feel her face getting warmer, ears and neck too and she desperately searched for something to cover her exposed bottom. she wondered why it took them so long as she grabbed one of gojo’s clearly oversized robe draped on one of the chairs. her bare feet echoed on the floor as she stalked to the door, the sound of her feet pitter pattered on the floor distracting the men from their talks.

she swallowed the lump in her throat nervously, embarrassed that both of the men were now looking at her. nanami’s head tilted, a soft huff and tiny smile crept on the corner of his lip. “so, where’s the scrolls?” he asked nonchalantly. he walked inside, kicking his leather shoes opened, still arranging it neatly like a gentleman he is, and he stalked towards her.

she took her steps backward, her heart was fluttering, she could feel the beads of sweat rolling down her back. nanami looked at her with a tiny smile. like a predator stalking his prey except this predator is a clearly very handsome man she’s attracted too. gojo still the one she wants to spend her life with but what’s life without a little thrill. especially when gojo was willing to indulge her in.

“s-scrolls?”

“gosh, nanamin, do you really need to be mean to my girlfriend?”

gojo interrupted, hands in his pocket as he walked past nanami. he grabbed his nervous girlfriend, hands on her shoulders gently giving it a squeeze. “nanamin is just messing with ya,” he whispered, eyes on the blonde man, as he loosened his tie, “he agrees to be a part of our little adventure,” he planted a kiss on the shell of her ear, “lucky y/n, come.”

“nanamin! bed or sofa?” gojo asked cheerfully as he pulled the girl by her hand like a little doll.

“don’t be neanderthal, satoru,” from the corner of her eyes, she watched as he dropped his signature grey coat on the sofa, his glass long gone and the way he looked down on her almost made her moan on the spot, “bedroom. i’m not you.” her eyes widened as her feet were no longer on the ground. “satoru!” she yelled as the man tossed her on their california king bed, her robe came undone with the impact.

“so,” she watched nervously as the two men stood side by side; gojo with his arms folded to his chest and nanami undoing his tie, “which one would you like to have a taste first, buttercup?”

“is there any answer i could give that wouldn’t break your heart, toru?” she replied snidely.

gojo smiled, crawling onto the bed until they were close enough. he cupped her face, kissing her swollen lips softly before looking down lovingly to his girlfriend. this is his childhood friend, the love of his life and he couldn’t believe himself when he said: “for that, i think it’s appropriate for nanami to wear you down first,” he planted a kiss on her nose, a smirk on his face, “i’ll be back, buttercup. nanamin,” he pressed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder, harder than the way she sees it, “don’t break my girlfriend, would ya?”

the door closed behind them, leaving just the two of them in the dim room.

nanami didn’t move for a while, looking around and her, accessing his next possible move. with her sprawled on the bed, nanami couldn’t help but to water at the sight of her legs out and the lack of panties. “you don’t mind if i tied you up right, buttercup?” gojo’s nickname for her rolled off his tongue so smooth and sultry, she didn’t realise how eager she shook her head.

he chuckled and called her forward to the edge of the bed. she didn’t wait for his next instruction as the robe fell on the bottom of his feet and she knelt at the edge of the bed. he leaned forward and he kissed her so gently. he started off slow, tongue slipping through her already swollen lips, softly groaning at the way her lips tasted. his large hands pressed on both side of her face as the kisses became sloppier and urgent. her trembling fingers unbuttoned his shirt, running her soft palm along his solid abs, feeling every crook of it.

he broke the kiss; she was beyond desperate as he stared down her watery eyes and plump lips. “patience, darling,” he whispered with a wink. when his hands found her wrist, despite her soft whine, he gathered it behind her and held it together. his eyes bore deeply into her, searching for a reaction on every turn and tug of his tie around her wrist.

“so why me?” he tugged on the tie one last time causing her to breath sharply.

“just plain old curiosity getting the best of me.”

her answer brought a small smile on his face as he dragged her on the carpeted floor. she watched eagerly as he took his time to undress. the shirt and pants folded neatly on the nearby chair, socks and finally boxer leaving the man standing bare in his glory. he was trimmed neatly, just as expected and she could see the curve of his cock, girthy and adequate in length; not too straight but not too bent, just perfect. he scoffed.

“did gojo starve you of human contact? you look like you haven’t seen cock in ages,” he sat at the edge on the bed, his fingers calling her forward. gripping the base of his cock, he tapped the tip of his cock against her lips, and she eagerly stuck her tongue out. the feeling of her warm, wet tongue against his sensitive tip almost made the man thrusted his hips forward.

seeing his positive reaction, she continued boldly, wrapping her lips full around his tips. she swirled her tongue around the mushroom tip and the slit, humming at the taste of his pre cum. he tasted as good as gojo’s. his hand threaded her hair, gently encouraging her to move down the length, watching as inch by inch of his cock disappeared into her mouth. she fought the urge to gag, eyes watery when she realise, she didn’t even reach the base yet but his tips were already at the back of her throat. he chuckled.

“did i tell you to stop? you’re taking all in,” he gripped her hair harder, “loosen up, buttercup, you can take it.”

he pinched her nose, cutting her air supply forcing her to breath through her mouth. with her throat loosening, he gave a slight thrust finally bottoming out. “look at that, you can do it,” he caressed her bulging cheeks, before pulling out to give the girl some time to catch her breath. the mix of his pre cum and her saliva dripped from her lips; he gently brushed his thumb along it, popping it in her mouth. “such a good girl. be a doll and open up for me, okay?” he pressed a quick kiss on her lips, “you look so pretty wrapped around my cock.”

he realigned his length back to her lips, hands on both side of her face before slowly bottoming in. she squeaked, eyes widened at the roughness of his thrust. the squelching of her throat and his moans of approval had her clamping on nothing. she wondered if it was okay to touch herself, but her throat is preoccupied now to ask for permission.

“nanamin, can’t believe you’re letting her get off by herself,”

shivers rolled down her back as gojo rested his head on her shoulder. he had been watching for a while, seeing her little girl thrown on the floor, throat fucked by his best friend had him palming himself. he couldn’t wait any longer. “poor little girl,” gojo cooed, running his rough palm between her legs. she hummed desperately; head thrown back at the feeling of gojo’s thumb against her neglected clit while an opportunity for nanami to thrust deeper into her throat. she was buzzing with pleasure, head spinning from the multiple attentions.

they exchanged a look and a nod and soon, the girl was whiny as the men pulled away. gojo didn’t give enough for her to get off too and her throat, it felt empty. “that’s not fair,” she pouted. gojo laughed at her reaction, pulling his own shirt on the floor. nanami got on the bed, calling for her by her name. she was in trance. she was quick to climb on his laps.

she swore she could lose her mind on the spot; the feeling of both nanami’s and gojo’s hand caressing every part of her body. nanami’s lips around her hardened bud, lapping and leaving marks on her breast. gojo’s lips on her own, his hand around her neck with her head thrown back. he was muttering praises along with nanami’s hums of approval. she could feel gojo’s cock resting against the valley of her ass, thrusting slowly while nanami’s cock covered in her fluid, threatening to slip in any moment now.

“such a good girl,” she swore she could hear both muttered it.

she nodded; eyes rolled back agreeing to everything them said. reduced to nothing but a moaning mess, their little fuck toys. nanami held her waist, aligning himself before slowly easing into her. he let a loud fuck, groaning at the feeling of her tight gummy walls encasing his whole length. gojo swallowed her moans, palming her breast with on hand.

“does that feel good, buttercup? do you want nanamin to fuck you?” gojo teased, twerking her nipples between two fingers. she nodded, delirious and clearly overstimulated. “fuck, yes please nanami, fuck me,” she was far from done. nanami’s thrusts were gentle, easing in gently as he watched the bulge on her lower abdomen appearing and disappearing from his thrusts.

“lay down,” gojo ordered.

she cried out in pleasure, moaning at the feeling of nanami’s cock now hitting a new spot from the sudden change of position. he held her by her waist, holding her down as his thrust sped up. her sweaty chest rested against her, he could hear her heart racing and her tiny pants and mewls. “you trust us, don’t you?” he asked, and she mumbled a yes. she braced for whatever the two men had instore; nothing could surprise her anymore tonight. she felt a velvety cloth rested over her eyes, completely cutting her vision. the blindfold elevated her senses to a new level.

the low noises, the groan from the back of nanami’s throat that slowly rises as she bucked her hips into his, matching his thrusts, all of it making her more desperate for more. “ah, ‘namin, i’m c-close,” she gasped, air getting fucked out of her system with every thrusts. another hand- gojo’s- sneaked around her legs, circling around her clit and it didn’t take long for her to buck forward, screaming in pleasure her body finally given up. strings of curses escaped her lips, falling flat against his chest.

she wasn’t sure whose hands were slapping the flesh of her ass. she mewled pathetically at the pain, clenching on nanami’s cock with every spanks. “held her apart please,” an order came. one last spanked and soon, she could feel the cold air hitting her cunt stretching on nanami’s cock that was buried down to the base. she held her breath as she felt a cool liquid sliding down the crack and something resting on her other empty hole.

“you need to relax, or it won’t work,”

she gnawed on her bottom lips, eyes watering as she felt his tip gently easing in her tight ass. a soft word of relax repeated on the shell of her ears along with a shaky moan as her body slowly stretched to accommodate the sudden entrance of gojo’s length inside her. gojo pulled her up, resting her back against his chest as he held to her waist to steady himself. he moved slowly. her pain short lived after a couple of gentle thrust, quickly turning into pleasure as a moan spurred out of her lips.

“so full,” she groaned. nanami didn’t move, focusing on flicking her clit and letting her body adjusted to gojo’s slow thrusts. gojo pressed a kiss on her bare shoulder, “you good, buttercup? do you want me to stop?” he panted, halting his thrust slowly.

her only reply was a quick shake of her head before his mouth was back on her.

sure that she was back on track, nanami rolled his hips gently. their thrusts synchronized, with nanami out, gojo goes in, engulfing her in constant flow of pleasure. it didn’t take a while for her second orgasm to hit. they didn’t give a time to breath this time, desperate to chase their own highs and too overwhelmed in their own pleasures.

“fuck, baby if you going to keep clenching i’m not going to last long,” gojo breathed out, gripping her waist so tight, she could feel the bruises coming. their names escaped her lips like a prayer, her legs were bucking from the overstimulation but none of them aren’t backing out.

“switch?”

“yeah.”

she yelped at the sudden movement. she was empty, thrown back onto a chest of someone, by the laugh of it, she knew she was resting on gojo’s chest. his dick slipped easily into her soaping cunt, while nanami found himself groaning as he slipped into her ass, still tight despite being occupied earlier. gojo’s hands gently pushed her hair back, cupping her face watching it contorted in pleasure, tongue lolling out with drools down the side. “you feeling good, buttercup?” he chuckled. she was fucked beyond dumb, bruises littered her body, he couldn’t wait to see it peeking through her skirt and shirt when she goes to her office. he wanted to see her assistant leering jealously, judging his marks on her body.

he groaned at the thoughts of it, dick twitching to fill her up.

“cum, ngghh, a-again,” she stuttered.

“hold it in buttercup,” he roughly cupped her cheeks, “we are about to fill you up too.”

she let out a desperate cry, nanami pulling on her restrains and gojo was roughing up on her breasts and neck. she couldn’t last any longer, feeling her abdomen tightened. gojo threw his head back, the feeling of her walls spasming around his own caused him to come undone.

his own legs trembled, shooting ropes of cum deep inside her walls. their mixed fluid leaked down her thighs and down on gojo. she braced as nanami pressed his face against her back, groaning as his own orgasm washed down on him. his thrusts slowed down, strings of fuck escaped the man. he rested his face against her back, struggling to catch his breath with his hand griping tightly on her breast.

nanami pulled out, falling on the edge of the bed. she slipped out of gojo's, immediately falling on her side, visibly too exhausted to even sit up.

“fuck, i can’t feel my legs,” finally, her brain could string up a couple words, “undo the restrain please,”

she held her arms, face buried in the bed. she hissed as someone undo the restrain, red raw marks forming around her wrists. she was too weak to fight when gojo spread her legs apart, an amusing chuckle escaped the boyfriend. cum were oozing out of both holes.

“buttercup, you’re full and leaking,” he pressed a kiss on her thigh.

she felt the bed dipped behind her and nanami’s deep voice greeted her, murmuring apologies and praises. he planted kisses all over her neck and jaws. “hope you enjoy your anniversary gift,” his deep voice chuckled before he left the two lovebirds for the bathroom. a body loomed over her.

“happy one year, buttercup,” gojo’s lips pressed gently on her own, “you’ve made me the happiest man-child alive.”

she smiled, tracing her fingers on his protruding collarbone, “glad to know you’re happy with me.” he grabbed her hand, gently kisses each digit and the burn mark on her wrist. he pressed her palm on his sweaty cheeks, a cheeky smile on his face, “not to ruin the moment but i feel like foursome is a bit cliché for our second-year anniversary.”

“yeah, because first-year anniversary threesome sounds right.” she rolled her eyes.

“it did say that the first-year present is wood.”

she scoffed, “first-year traditional gift for anniversary is paper, dumbass.” she pulled him down for a kiss, “but you're my dumbass, s'kay,” she mumbled against his lips, a small smile appeared on his face. a satisfied chuckle leaving him as she moved to cuddle up against his chest.

[murderousginger]

Cops and Robbers

Peaky Blinders story Chapter 1

Masterlist

Warnings: none. General fluff and sass.

Word count: 4,020

--- Note: I blame @blinder-secrets for her thirst photos and @imagine-that-100 for her general amazingness and telling me I have to write this. Enjoy. 😂 ---

You had been calling them your boys since you were 8. At seven, your mother had taken you to have a playdate with Ada while she talked to Polly about grown up business. Much to your mother's and Ada's dismay, you were much more interested in playing cops and robbers with the boys. 

At first, Tommy would only let you be the damsel in distress, because even back then Tommy made all the rules. You grew tired of being the damsel quickly, and had no problem voicing your opinions. 

"I could be a robber!" You insist, stamping your foot down one morning after church. 

"No you can't, robbers don't wear pretty dresses," John said, earning an elbow in his side from Arthur. 

"John's got you there, (Y/N)," Arthur said. "And why's you wanna play with us, anyhow? I bet Ada's got another doll for ya. Playing with boys is dirty work."

Tommy nods as Arthur puts John in a headlock and the mass of them get into a wrestling match.

"Robbers can wear fancy dresses if they steal them!" You exclaimed, jumping into the fray. 

Arthur let up on his grip on John once he realized you had joined the tousle and did his best to back away, but you gripped onto Tommy's shirt and went rolling on the grass, kicking and hitting until you rolled on top of him and pressed him into the dirt.

"Let me play, Tommy Shelby, or I'll tell everyone I won," you said. 

Arthur chuckled and John let out a loud laugh as Tommy's face went red.

"I only let you because you're Ada's friend and we're not supposed to hurt girls," Tommy huffed as he dumped you off of him. "If you want to play, fine, but you get to be a copper with Arthur."

"I want to be a robber!" You yelled, upset that you weren't getting your way.

"I have to be a robber, you see, because I'm too smart to be a copper," Tommy said, losing patience. "And I want John as my robber. So you get to be a copper. Maybe next time if you don't go crying to Pol."

And after that day, they were your boys. You played with them. You fought with them. And you loved them with the fierceness of your heart. They stopped Timmy McKee from bullying you at 11, and you helped them in little ways here and there, like helping Tommy get a note to a girl, or sneaking Arthur his favorite candy after he got in trouble for a fight, or even helping John with his homework a time or two. You even got Ada to join in the games a few times and became better acquainted with her. She became your confidante in things you weren't willing to tell the boys.

Your mother was unimpressed, voicing her worries to Polly about you being "boy crazy" at such a young age, but Polly just smiled and brushed her comments off.

"She's not boy crazy," Polly said before taking a drag of her cigarette. "She's power hungry. Dangerous ambition. I like that one."

Your mother had huffed but let you be, and stopped fighting it after a few choice words from Polly through the years. Your father shrugged and decided that if you wanted to adopt more brothers, you were allowed to do so. 

Polly quickly became Aunt Polly, and you became another rowdy body at the table, dirty feet and mouth wide.

The years went on and you stuck around, helping the boys with their mischief and gossiping with Ada about boys and the girls fawning over the Shelby boys. You were just as much a sister as their own blood, and they tormented you as such.

When they went off to the war, you decided to help with Finn and help run errands for Polly. With the men folk fighting, Polly was running the small illegal business Tommy had started, keeping contacts open and illegal activities flowing through Birmingham.

Before the boys returned, you had found a nice job in London working at the Sabini club. You filled drinks and kept your head down. The club was filled with drugs and debauchery but as long as you filled drinks and kept your mouth shut around the right people, you were a blessing. You were always on time and kept away from the extracurriculars that occupied and ruined many a barmaid before you. 

Sabini had gotten so fed up with barmaids being found unconscious or otherwise preoccupied with a gentleman in a dark corner that he made a rule that no one could drink on the clock. All drinks bought for the girls were to be given once their shift was over. Like drinks were the only problem. 

You kept in touch with Polly, asking about the family and letting her know how you were doing. The money from the club paid for a modest flat in Birmingham near your mum that you mostly visited when you had multiple days off and could find a ride. Otherwise you paid one of the other girls, Liza, a small fee to sleep on her couch. 

You knew the boys were back from the war, and that Tommy had reclaimed his business from Polly. You knew Tommy wanted to expand his presence and power, and his brothers were all too eager to help him along. You even knew that they must have been doing something right, because you could hear the whispers about "those Peaky Blinders" and "that gypsy Shelby family" all the way into London. You hadn't properly seen most of the family in years and yet people in Birmingham gave you respect you otherwise wouldn't have had. You talked to Polly here and there, checking in like, and you talked to Ada when you caught her. 

Ada was always busy, with her head in the clouds and a man after her heart. You left her to her daydreams and followed yours to the money that could fix almost anything. Money may not buy happiness but it helped with comforts, and that was as close as a girl like you could imagine you'd get to being happy.

The night at the club started like any other. You wore your flapper dress with gold and maroon and your matching maroon heels. You took drinks to the patron tables; quick to slink away with a smile before a hand wandered. You were getting surprisingly good at staying just out of reach and keeping a confident smile on your lips even when you wanted to hit a man with your tray.

There was never a scarcity of available girls or men, and so any wandering eye moved on rather quickly if they determined any amount of work was required. So if you smiled and slipped through the crowd confidently, you were safe from most wandering hands. 

As you went to put an order in at the bar, you noticed another set of girls gossiping while they waited on their drinks. 

"What's the news tonight, ladies?" You said, joining the two to make a circle. "A regular find a new victim? Sid skip out on his tab again?"

"How about those Blinders taking a seat in the middle of the club?" A brunette named Grace said. 

"Blinders?" You said, "In London? What are they doing here?"

"No one's asked," she giggled. "They haven't been served yet. Once Sabini finds out, I'm not sure they'll be walking out on their own two feet."

"Well then," you said with fake contemplation, "I guess I'll have to go see if I can get a tip before that happens." 

You winked at the girls as they gasped and giggled. 

"You wouldn't!" Grace said. "Oh you're so bad!"

You took your tray and with a wink and a smile you backed away from the girls and made your way to the middle of the room. You found three men sitting at a table, coats and hats still on, looking very uncomfortable as they watched the show around them. 

"John, stop gawking," Tommy's voice rumbled. "Arthur, calm down." 

You slipped past a woman sniffing drugs off of her hand and another man pressing a different girl against a nearby table as her hand inched toward his crotch. 

"If you missed me so much, you could have just asked Pol when I'd be back in Birmingham next," you said dryly. "What are you drinking before you start this fight?"

Arthur squinted at you before he tapped his hand on the table. 

"(Y/N)!" He exclaimed, "Why, I haven't seen you in years. You were just a kid."

"We all have to grow up sometime," you said, patting him on the shoulder. "Tommy, John, causing mischief as always?"

Tommy was frowning, looking at you closely, and John was frozen in his spot as you moved around the table. 

"What are you doing here, (Y/N)?" Tommy finally said. "Pol didn't mention you worked for Sabini." 

"She wouldn't have, though, would she Tommy?" John said. "Not unless there was good reason." 

"A girl's got to make a living," you said. "If you taught me anything, Tommy, you taught me nothing comes in the way of money or family." 

"Unless it is money or family," Tommy said. "How long have you been hiding in London?"

"About a year," you said. "Running for Pol introduced me to plenty of people, and Sabini liked that I keep my mouth shut when business comes through."

"Well then," Tommy said. "How about you get us all a round of whiskeys, and one for yourself, for this unexpected reunion?" 

"I can do that," you said evenly, "but my drink won't be able to be poured until I'm done for the night. House orders." 

"House orders?" Arthur murmured. "They got fucking in the aisles and snow in every corner but a barmaid can't get a drink?"

You shrug. John still hasn't stopped watching you, so you move closer to his side of the table.

"You're being awful quiet," you nudged, "that's not the John boy I know." 

"I can't tell if I see any of the (Y/N) I know," John said. "That dress doesn't look like anything I remember." 

His eyes move over your figure slowly, and you feel your eyebrow raise in defiance. You shimmy slightly as his eyes go from your hips to your heels. 

"Robbers can wear fancy dresses, if they steal them," you said with a smile. 

A wide smile spreads across John's face as he recognizes the statement. 

"So is that what you've been up to, (Y/N)," Tommy rumbled. "Have you been playing cops and robbers without us? Find better partners?"

"You'll always be my boys, Tommy," you said. "I think aunt Pol would tell you if I got myself tied to another wagon."

"Pol only told us not to bother you," Arthur said. "That you had your own life going and you were doing fine at it."

"Seeing as you're big enough to work for Sabini, you're big enough to answer for yourself," Tommy said, a spark in his blue eyes as he leaned his elbows on the table and lit a cigarette. "How about you come back home and be our robber again? You can barkeep at The Garrison and keep us company in the back. You'll make better than here. If Harry can't keep you, I'll pay you myself." 

"But I thought I was a copper, Tommy," you said playfully. His jaw ticked as you moved your dress to sparkle in the low light. "Remember?" 

"I'm starting to think you're too smart to be a copper, too, (Y/N)" Tommy said as he pressed his hands together and pointed at you, "but don't get a big head about it." 

"I might be amenable to that," you said, smile widening into a Cheshire grin. "Only girl to best Tommy Shelby might finally get recognition." 

Arthur chuckled, opening his arm to you. You walk over to him and he moved his hand to your waist and pats your hip as he looks over to Tommy. 

"I missed this one, Tom," he said. "Finally found a mouth that gives you a run for your money."

"That mouth still get you in trouble, yeah?" John said, leaning back in his chair and putting a leg on the table. "Hard to believe Sabini could muzzle you." 

"No one muzzles me, John boy," you said moving out of Arthur's reach as you point at John. "Is your dick still doing all your thinking?" 

John turned red and sat up as he started to scowl. Tommy and Arthur both chuckling low.

"Right, well, before too long I suspect we're going to get a visit from your boss," Tommy said, smacking the table for attention. "So you need to go quit. Don't fight me now, (Y/N), just go quit. Arthur and I have some business to attend, but John, you can take the car and take (Y/N) home in Birmingham. She's done in London. I'll talk to Harry in the morning and you can start tomorrow night. Don't," he waved at your dress, "wear that. Dress how you like, but not that."

You open your mouth to fight Tommy, only to see Sabini's men whispering in the back. You close your mouth and nod, gripping your tray. 

"Looks like you have less time than you thought. I'll be outside in ten minutes, John boy." 

You walk quickly back to the bar and find Liza, the girl you stay with, and let her know you won't be staying any longer. You say goodbye to a few of the girls and with a few hugs, you slip into the back to get your coat and bag. You stop at the bar and tell bartender Jack that you quit, deciding to let him tell whoever else needs to know. 

"I'm done, Jack," you said. "I'm going back home." 

Jack looks confused before getting angry and raising his hands. 

"But you're my best girl, (Y/N)!" He tells over the music as he throws glasses into the sink. "You're the only one that's not distracted by snow or dick."

"You'll find a new best girl, Jack" you say walking backwards toward the door before turning your back and walking away. "Get 'em off the snow and they're all your best girls!"

You shrug your coat on the rest of the way before looking around the exit and noticing three men surrounding the Shelby table and voices getting louder. 

"Now's not the time to test your fighting skills, (Y/N)," John said as he hooks arms with you and walks you out of the building at a dizzying pace. 

"What's the rush?" You asked, being towed along in your heels. 

"Tommy's about to take over," John said matter of fact-ly, ushering you toward a car parked near the front. 

"I'd get your door but you're not a girl," John teases, opening his own door and jumping in. 

You open the door and barely slide in before he's turned the car on and started moving forward. 

You jump as a loud crash comes from the club and the music stops. All you hear is Arthur yelling into the mic "by orders of the PEAKY FUCKING BLINDERS." 

John laughs as you slam your door shut and you take off into the night to return to Birmingham. 

As the club got farther away, John settled into his seat. He cleared his throat. 

"I didn't even ask if you needed to pick up anything…" he said, leaving the statement open.

"I don't have much at Liza's, and she can keep most of it," you said, planning your purse on the floorboards and opening your long coat. "Anything I'm missing too bad I can always write or come get."

"Hmm," John sounded. 

"Hmm," you mimicked back.

A silence filled the car. 

"Alright, John," you said as you took your coat off. "I'm still me. You're still you. It's been a few years, but for fucks sake, relax." 

John exhaled a chuckle before bumping your shoulder. 

"Still read me like a book, I see," he said. 

"Still haven't picked up a book, I see," you said as you bumped back. 

"I let Tommy do the thinking," John shot back. "Tommy's the brains, Arthur's the brawn…"

"And you use your Shelby blues to whore any girl that'll have you," you sang back, crinkling your nose, "I see things haven't changed."

"You have," John huffed back. "When did you become a girl?"

"I've always been a girl, John boy," you spat back, "you've just been too dumb to notice." 

John laughs and you lay your head on his shoulder, squeezing his arm. 

"Might've missed this," you whisper right before you let out a yawn. 

"Yeah? Well curl up there and take a nap," John said. "I'll get us home." 

"Okay, John boy," you said as you curled your legs up on the chair and leaned on him more. "I am a little sad I couldn't get that drink with my boys. Maybe tomorrow."

"Maybe," John sounded.

---

"(Y/N), wake up," John whispered as she gently shook you. "We made it back to the garage. I need to walk you home."

You whimper and try to dig yourself more into his shoulder, not wanting to wake. John chuckles and lightly taps your jaw.

"Rise and shine," he sung playfully.

"Why couldn't you have just driven me home?" You whine, finally moving off of his shoulder. 

"Because," John said and stepped out of the car. "Tommy's got a bottle of whiskey hidden in the garage. Thought you wanted that drink."

Your eyes shot open as you tried to wake up.

"Whiskey?" You murmured.

"Thought that would wake you," he said, pulling a half empty bottle from behind some things and shook it at you. 

"Just one," you said, trying not to rub your eyes and ruin your makeup. "One. Then home."

"Ohhh," John razzed. "Spoil sport. That's not my fun (Y/N)." 

"Last time Harry saw me I was a teen getting my da from the Garrison because he was too drunk to walk home by himself and mum was a mess," you said, getting out of the car with your bag and fixing your dress. "I'd prefer I be a little put together for my first day working for him."

"How is your da, speaking of?" John asked as he held the bottle out to tease you, "and your mum?"

"Passed," you said flatly, reaching for the bottle. John's smile faultered, letting the bottle dip into your hands. "Pa, at least. The war. Mum works at the washer. I help out." 

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said. 

You shrug, taking the cap off the bottle. 

"We all lost something in the war," you said before taking a long drag from the bottle. 

"You're still as wild as ever," John said, nudging the bottle up until whiskey splashed down your chin. You gulped and lowered the bottle quickly as you dabbed the whiskey with your wrist.

"And you're still as much trouble," you said, licking the whiskey from your lips. 

John tilted his head, watching you closely for a moment in the dark garage. You watched him back, eyebrow quirked in a question. He squinted before taking a step forward and reached out to wipe a bead of whiskey from your chin and put his finger in his mouth. 

"Only as much trouble as you're willin'," he said in a low tone before taking the bottle from you and taking a big swig himself. 

"John boy," you said, taking the bottle back for another swig. "What are you doing? I know all your tricks. I helped you make a few of them."

"Thought you said you just wanted one drink," he taunted back, a boyish grin spreading across his face in triumph.

You take a deep drink and hum as you hand it back to him, watching him take one last drink before putting the cap back on and setting it on the ground near the car. 

"I need to be drunk if you're going to try me," you said smiling as you walk backward out of the garage, motioning for John to walk you home. 

"So's you're giving me a chance," John said as he tried to keep a serious face before laughing and looking down. 

He kicked a rock at his feet before looking back up at you. You raised your hand, beckoning him to come to you. Every step he moved forward, you stepped back, grin widening as you let out a giggle. 

"How about this," you said, a finger raised to stop him as you stepped out of your maroon heels. "Take your boots off. We do this as we've done before. First to the street wins."

"Wins what?" John asked, already leaning down to untie his boots. 

You pick up your heels to place them in your bag and realize you left your coat in the car as a breeze outside of the garage makes you shiver. 

"Wins the choice of if you get to kiss me goodnight or not," you said, watching John's eyes light up as he struts to your side with his boots in hand. 

He gives the slightest nod and you're already running down the gravel driveway, laughing far too loud in the dead of night, but you don't care because John is right behind you laughing just as loud. 

You both race on the gravel, too busy laughing to complain about the pain. You can hear him right behind you as you feel a warm hand circle your waist and pick you up, spinning you around so he's the first to the road. 

"No fair!" You shriek, kicking and twisting in his arms.

"You didn't give any rules!" He laughs back, putting you down once both of his feet are flatly on the road. You pout as John sets you down on the gravel, a big smile on his face. 

"I win," he said in the cocky tone you've heard him use on so many girls before. 

"You cheated," you retorted.

"You expected more from a Shelby?" He said, eyebrow cocked as he mocked you. 

"Shut up and take me home," you said, defeated. 

John laughed and took off his coat, encircling you in the smell of tobacco and warmth. He held his arm out for you to take and begin your walk down to your home. 

"I'm just a few down from mum," you said. 

"Why don't you live with her?" He asked, chewing on his lip.

"After I started taking more jobs with Pol, she decided what I was doing wasn't 'lady-like' and would hurt my chances at a husband. Said I couldn't live under her roof if I wanted to work like a man, so aunt Pol found me a spot down the road." 

"Yer mum can be a right bitch," John said, causing you to laugh. 

"You don't know the half of it," you say, squeezing his arm. 

"We all turned out alright," he said. 

"We did," you agreed. 

You walk in comfortable silence until you get to your doorstep. You let go of his arm and go to give him his coat but he stops you. 

"I'll get it 'morrow," he said, shuffling his feet. "Gotta get yours back, anyway." 

You nod, not sure what to do. You fumble your bag, reaching for your keys. John clears his throat, stepping forward.

"I think I won a choice earlier," he said, nose to nose with you. 

"You did," you said breathlessly. John smirks, looking you in the eye before licking his lips and looking at yours. He leans in and you freeze to the spot as his lips barely graze yours.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)," John whispered against your lips, raising every hair on your body. 

John turned around, shit-eating grin on his face as he trudged back to the house. You exhale, frustrated. 

"Goodnight John!" You yelled. 

All you hear is his deep chuckle somewhere in the dark.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Because Its The Truth

Its the day of the party and Clark makes himself clear.

Masterlist

Warnings: mild/implied Smut, Swearing ,Bit of Angst

A/n:so this is the next part of my Clark kent X reader series the next one is going to be smutty but until then here you go guys I hope you all enjoy xx

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters​

Because Its The Truth

You whined sprawled out across the sofa below Clark, his hips snug against your own as he wriggled his way between your thighs, a spot that he had become accustom to the past week slipping himself here when ever he got the chance, he tugged your thighs high on his hips rocking lightly making sure your core was pressed down firmly on the under side of his cock pinning it back to his pelvis then he pivoted his hips rubbing back and forth as he leaned forward dotting kisses on the dark marks he had left across your neck you counted as he did. Five. Five fucking love bites all in various shades of blue and violet you sighed already knowing he was reiterating his claim giving small nips and sucks on the ones he deemed to subtle you pouted at him slapping his back tilting and wriggling trying to get away you stopped moving grunting a Little as his thick throbbing cock pressed tight against your quivering hole, he pressed harder grinding moaning feeling the heat warm the underneath of him you felt like you were melting onto him. He smiled leaning forward again to bite at you lightly, you laughed still batting him away.

"Nooo Clark don't I've got to cover them soon!" He laughed pinning your hands down the gave one final deep suck making you hiss at the slight pain.

"Cover them? Why maybe I wanted people to see." You glared at him

"No not this many I'm gonna look like a slag" he tilted his head blinking he didn't understand you sighed bloody American

"A whore Clark an easy lay" he gave a little ah then shook his head"They wont think that, they will think your loved, irresistible" he growled diving in again you giggled squealing

"No nono! Clark you big lump stop!" He stopped pulling away smirking as you shook your head at him he moved in fast capturing your lips releasing your hands as you tilted your had back as he kissed you deep and slow still rocking against you making you clench and shiver you pulled back moaning for him trying to grind faster on him.

"Fuck Cl-Clark! Please don't stop! Ah!" He chuckled

"Besides how can you be an easy lay if I haven't fucked you yet?" You groaned as he slowed his hips pressing hard letting you feel how hard he was, moving his hands to your waist pulling up the t shirt you wore tugging it over your head as you undid the buttons on his shirt dragging it across his shoulders you bit your lip as he leaned back letting you have your fill of him, you trembled eyes wandering across him, his pale skin stretched across bulging muscles you couldn't believe the first time you laid eyes on him, it was absolute perfection a Greek god come to life, you swallowed as he pulled himself back on top of you letting his weight hold you down as he wound a hand behind you unhooking your bra then slid it off quickly, you flushed covering yourself only earning you a soft look as he moved forward kissing you again lightly then he ran his hands under your bust warming your ribs with his palms then delicately cupped the underside of your boobs smoothing the pads of his fingers across them lightly, you could feel your nipples harden beneath your on palms gently he coaxed them away groaning as he finally thumbed the hard peaks, you panted squirming as he moved on to pinching them, then pressed your hands away fully moving down to kiss them lapping at them suckling, you arched into his mouth as one hand trailed down slipping below the waist band of your leggings smoothing his hand flat cupping your mound rubbing back and forth digging one finger just past your lips wetting your panties making it seep threw the material you moaned feeling him press harder and harder to you unable to stop your walls clenching. he pulled away licking his finger clean moaning loud.

"Fuck you taste amazing, ugh god I was going to wait until after tonight but I don't think I can" with that being said he scooped you up making you giggle as he carried you to the bedroom dropping you on the bed.

"Clark! We don't have time! I have an hour and that's not enough time for anyone" he stood hands already tugging his pants down kicking them off behind him leaving him just in his boxers before e leaned over you hooking his fingers in the hips of your leggings slipping them off quickly.

"Clark! OH MY GOD-AH!" you laughed loud rolling on your side avoiding him as he tried to trap you below him, you scrabbled on your front trying to crawl up the bed away from him laughing all the time he followed laying across you sliding you down the bed below him lining them up with his caging you below him kissing your shoulder blade, you twisted your head back leaning up kissing under his jaw, then licking below his ear nipped him sucking a little, he grunted thrusting forward anchoring your hips to his with an arm below your waist. you smiled against his neck moving low leaning your weight on your shoulders the side of your head on the bed looking up at him biting your lip and rubbed your ass against his erection, he jerked forward into your ass slamming his hand down by your shoulder tucking his chin to his chest grunting his cock was twitching and throbbing hard and sore wanting nothing more then to impale you, and fuck you thoroughly.

"Fuuuck! Oh-OH god shit babe THa-AH" he panted in your ear as you whined below him grinding on him trying to chase your own orgasm. You growled it wasn't enough.

"Claaaarrk please, please I want- I cant!" he smiled knowing what you meant.

"I know Honey, but you did say we don't have time, maybe your right" you whined you and your big mouth he pulled back placing one last kiss on your nipple sucking harshly then blew cool air onto it, you squirmed

"Clark stoooop teasing me!" He laughed leaning back hands up in the air

"Alright alright love I'm sorry....Come on we should start getting ready, not time to lay about y/n your going to make us late-ow!" you scowled at him as he sent you a cheeky grin rubbing the spot you just smacked, he smirked and helped you up. You pondered on this past week as he took a shower ,the last week has been a dream your relationship with Clark had blossomed it was amazing a new date every night each as good as the first if not better and each one came with another steamy make out session that seemed to get hotter every time you came together a clash of teeth and tongue always ending with you both panting and blushing ,tho you hadn't had sex yet both of you knew it was coming, you were just waiting for the other to make the final move,you'd had had a little strop about him littering you with love bites lets just say they didn't stop on your neck... you sighed looking over to your bag you were a little sad to be returning home tomorrow night, but before that was the party tonight he finally came out of the bathroom you up you made your way to the door passing him he looked, trying to peek at your dress but you twisted tucking your dress over your arm hands clutching your hair and make up bags.

"Ah ah Mr Kent this is a surprise, its the first time your seeing me all dolled up and I want it to blow you away" he scoffed waving his hand over his crotch with a smirk

"Blow away babe" you slapped out at him playfully grunting when he dodged laughing you smiled shaking your head closing the door behind him, contrary to what you'd thought when you met he was a little shit deep down, kind caring and lovable but a cheeky little shit none the less. You sighed hopping into the shower keeping your hair out of the spray  needing it to be a little dirty for your planned style once clean you decided to get started hair and make up first. It wasn't long before you had created a vintage up do a poodle style high in the back and one large defined roll in the front with a black chiffon scarf covering below the curls at the back tied in a large mini mouse style bow just behind the roll of center, your make up was simple having freckles meant you couldn't really go all out with foundation and stuff so settled for a deep red matte lipstick and dramatic cat eye liner then touched up your brows you had found a nail bar in town when shopping with Clark a few days ago had dragged him in, him getting him his first ever manicure it was funny watching him flinch at some of the tools they had let him stay next to you as you had yours done he seemed fascinated watching as you got a set of claws done just for tonight....well not claws but they were red almond shaped false nails, which he was against at first saying you didn't need them but had changed his mind when you'd gave him back scratches that night which had become a nightly ritual him laying across your lap watching tv as you traced random patterns across his mouth watering back, how you haven't drooled over him you'll never know but it was his new favorite pass time and he had fallen asleep a few times. Finally it was time for your dress. It was a bright red pencil dress with tiny white polka dots, ruffled bardot shoulder sleeves that swooped into a flattering sweet heart neckline that showed off your generous bust there was a thick matching belt at your waist showing off your natural hourglass figure. The dress was appropriately named Rhonda's revenge and you adored it, quickly you added your string of pearls and matching earrings then slid on your patent red leather kitten heel sling backs. With one last look you grunted seeing the dark marks he had left you sighed using your yellow color corrector and foundation leaving two on the left side of your neck, one was just below your ear the other where your neck and shoulder met there was one last one just peeking over the bust of the dress, you clicked you tongue and slammed open the door.

"Kent you little shit!!" He jumped spinning around then gulped...Holy fuck you looked hot, his cock immediately stood to attention straining against the tight pants he'd wore with the sole intention of enticing you .

"I-I wha- yes? Wow you look mmm" he growled walking around the bed closing the distance in three strides. You stopped his approach with one pointed nail poised at his chest he stopped gulping still wide eyed .

"Look at this!" he smirked

"I am and I must say its stunning and I cant wait to have a piece" you flushed a little but composed yourself quickly

"No I mean this you tit!" You pointed to the love bite peaking over the  top of your dress. He smiled at you grasping your finger placing a tiny peck on the end of it

"And if you would direct your eyes here you will see your not the only one" as he said that he moved your finger to point at the light love bite just below his right ear. You gasped moving closer clasping his chin tilting his head to get a better look feeling him smirk and try to suck one of your splayed fingers into his mouth.

"What? When did I do that?" He laughed twisting his head out of your hands capturing your palm placing a kiss on it then wound his arms around your waist puling you flush against him leaning in resting his head on yours.

"Well I'm not sure but at least it matches my shirt don't you think?" You blushed at him slowly running your nails up his chest to his neck then looked down only just taking in how incredible he looked, a dark blue pair of dress pants the without even looking you knew was cupping his peach of an ass like a second skin and a deep burgundy almost purple that did in fact reflect the color of the mark you'd left on him. You smiled undoing his top two buttons letting a tiny amount of hair peek through. He sighed looking down at you as you avoided his gaze as you toyed with the small patch of revealed chest before leaving it with one chaste kiss.

"Ready to leave?" he sighed releasing you grabbing his suit jacket walking out to the living room you followed grabbing your patent leather bag that matched your shoes giggling as he struggled you put his phone keys and wallet in his pockets.

"Here you can keep them in here" you said offering your open bag he thanked you placing them inside as you grabbed a black wrap to go across your shoulders before following him out of the apartment he double checked the door then walked down the stairs arm in arm guiding you out side holding your hand as he did

"You look beautiful tonight" you flushed looking down you'd never been  good at taking compliments you shook your head

"Th-thank you I wanted to look good for you tonight... hair went a bit messy.. hence the scarf and my eyeliner-" he stopped you with a finger to your lips

"Your perfect, you look stunning and I'm going to have to beat them off of you" you blushed again leaning into his arm as he hailed down a cab to take you to the party.

Wow that was all you could say this party....it was fancy hosted in the grand room of a five star hotel there was a huge buffet table with champagne pyramid it was glitz and glam with a live jazz band what ever award they won it must have been a big one. Upon entering Clark slid off your wrap holding it himself refusing to let you take it ,you didn't get far into the hall before you were both stopped by normally a stern looking man with uncharacteristic smile you could tell by the look on Clark’s  face.

Kent! good to see you! ah- wheres Lois? I thought she said you were bringing her?" Clark cleared his throat

"Ah yes that... No we haven't been together in just over a month but she was trying to force me to go with her..... This beautiful woman tho is my beautiful girlfriend Y/n, love this is my boss Perry editor and chief of the daily planet" you nodded shaking his hand

"So this is Perry its nice to finally have a name to the face" he got over his shock then shook your hand

"Its nice to meet you to and if I do say I think Kent here is punching above his weight" he laughed as Clark sighed closing his eyes at the comment.

"I think you will find its the other way around... this is a fancy party tho very nice." he thanked you then turned to Clark who had tugged you to his side after noticeable the looks his male coworkers were giving you, hungry eyes scanning his woman didn't sit well with him.

"So your from the uk?" you smiled nodding

"Yeah decided a change so up sticks and moved here-well smallville and met Clark" Perry nodded calling over a server Clark took a glass each for the both of you handing you yours

"Well that's one hell of a move where are you from in England"

"Kent funnily enough, in the south east" he nodded to you pointing in realization.

"The garden of England?" you scoffed at him sipping your drink.

"Yes something like that, I lived in a large city but just outside it is tiny villages and hundreds of orchards and manor houses, its picturesque I suppose" he smiled then looked to Clark

"So its over for good this time?- sorry for you don't mind?" you shook your head at Perry

"Honestly its fine I know she isn't....moving on" you looked to Clark there was stern look on his face you bit back the doubt choosing to quietly sip your drink, a slither of fear that he would choose this woman over you an your not sure you could handle it your sure you'd already fallen to hard for this amazing man.

"You know as well as I do Perry she wont listen... but this time I meant it and now I have this lovely lady right here...I hope she realizes now" Perry smiled as he watched you and Clark you blushed tucking your self into him, he knew that Lois had taken her toll on Clark but here in front of him he saw a happy man and could only hope it would last.

"Well I've got to do the rounds enjoy the party" you giggled thanking him wrapping a hand around Clark’s waist trying to push away the taunting fears that seemed to lurk just below the surface, he squeezed you a little reassuringly placing a small kiss on your head as he walked you over to a table of his co workers introducing you to them an hour later you had seemed to go through the same conservation the same answers yes you were together, no he wasn't bringing Lois, no he wasn't with Lois any more and yes you were from England and your accent wasn't fake...it was exhausting but finally Clark had stole you away onto the dance floor sharing a few slow dances stealing kisses you chuckled"Your lucky this is matte" he smiled kissing you again"I wouldn't care if it wasn't" you rolled your eyes shaking your head the leaned it against him listening to his heart beat it was a wonderful night... Then you felt it a piercing gaze into your back you knew, you closed your eyes all night you had been dreading this you knew it was silly but deep down you was scared he would run back to her, they had so much history together your heart ached he must of realized where your thoughts were going and placed his hands on your face making you look at him, fear and doubt clouded your eyes he smiled at you.

"Hey look at me- that's it, I'm here with you no one else" you blinked up at him and his heart all but stopped he moved down kissing you deeply you gasped tilting your head to the side he followed opening his mouth exploring your mouth then slowly pulled back

"I-I've fallen in love with you" you gasped at him heart skipping a beat

"What how- Clark isn't it to soon-" he smiled wrapping you up in his arms again gazing into your eyes shaking his head

"No Ma always said when you know you'll know...I never knew what she meant before.... she said it was like the world stops, no worry or fear just calm and quiet knowing everything will be fine in the end as long as you have each other and I'm telling you now I-I love you, I've never felt like this before its incredible and light, there's no strings o-or catches...I know it might seem weird and you might not feel the same-"

"Don't be stupid of course I feel the same, its- I was scared of telling you in case you thought I was moving to fast. I love you Clark Kent." his face lit up those words just hearing you say you love him. Not Kal. Not Superman. Him. Clark Kent. his grin lit up his face then he pulled you to his chest keeping you tight against him once the song was finished you shared a final kiss which he deepened quickly teasing your mouth open he plundered your mouth with ease he tasted of the wine he had been drinking a sweet strong flavor that he made sure to fill your mouth with as his tongue moved back and forth moving with your tongue fighting and playing, he grunted and tugged to towards him holding your ass squeezing it you bit at his lip pulling back giggling as he laughed a little. Then someone cleared their throat you tensed turning seeing a beautiful woman auburn hair and light blue eyes she wore a short silver dress hair hanging down in soft waves the sides pinned up behind her head with silver clips.

"Clark can I have this dance?" he went to refuse but you put your hand on his chest nodding.

"I will get us some drinks okay? see you in a minute" he was torn looking at you gulping

"But what about you?" moving to cup your cheek you tilted pressing a kiss to his open palm closing your eyes then took a deep look into his before nodding

"Its okay love, its just one dance you both need to talk" he went to speak but was interrupted

"Yes we do" you turned to walk past her closing your eyes at her voice, she wasn't happy with you, you held back a shuddering breath, this was it even tho you'd both just announced your feelings this woman was beautiful and she wouldn't give up Clark, you couldn't blame her if you were in her place you wouldn't give him up either you knew others were looking before you could take a step Clark grasped your wrist making you look at him.

"I meant what I said" you smiled and nodded placing a hand on his.

"I know that I did to" you pulled away leaving him with the other woman you stood by the table where his co workers were watching your bag you moved to sit next to a Asian woman you'd been getting along with. Bethany she moved over placing a hand on your arm.

"Are you okay?" you smiled fighting back your unshed tears

"Yes I'm fine... he has to make up his mind...I love him I trust him" she sighed shaking her head watching as he slipped his arm around the woman's waist rigidly moving across the floor.

"Its not him I'm worried about, I don't know what it is but there is something going on, he seems to feel obligated to indulge her... here you look like you need one" she said passing you a drink you thanked he

r"She tries anything I'll drop her like a fucking rock" she laughed at that you cleared your throat still feeling eyes on you looking over you saw Perry pointing to the dance pair questioningly you shrugged he glared and made his way across to you pushing threw everyone who seemed oblivious to the drama unfolding in the room.

"What the hell are you doing sitting here?" you smiled at him sadly watching as Clark and Lois made a swooping circle across the floor.

"He needs to talk to her... and this way no drama they can share a dance and say what needs to be said then he can come back to me...I hope" Perry snorted

"He damn well better do! and fuck not causing drama" you smiled at him watching with baited breath

"She tries anything you'll get drama alright trust me Perry" he would be lying if he didn't want to see that, as much as he liked Lois she had been odd with Clark in the past year he had seemed tense, a shell and everyone could see that he wasn't happy. Clark sighed as you walked away he frowned as Lois took your place quickly hand on his shoulder and waist as he took position stepping back as far as he could before dancing.

"You look very handsome tonight Kal" he flinched clenching his jaw as she spun out then back in to him.

"Lois... not here" she laughed a little as they continued to move.

"So who is she? someone to make me jealous? if you wanted my attention you should have asked." he bit his lip growling a little.

"No Lois she's not to make you jealous and it wasn't to get your attention she's my date" she faltered hissing at him

"No that doesn't make sense tho we were supposed to be coming here together? I waited you know." he spun making another round of the floor catching you sitting by Bethany, Perry standing by your side arms folded watching things play out, you looked distraught his heart clenched any lingering feelings he had for the woman in his arms died he turned to the red head.

"Well I told I wasn't coming with you and me coming with Y/n makes perfect sense considering she is my girlfriend" she glared

"Cheating? I never thought you'd be one for that Kal" he growled fighting to hold back his strength

"I've told you to stop calling me that! and we would have to be together for me to be cheating and we haven't been a couple in over a month." she smiled then laughed off his stern look.

"You cant be serious that little spat? Kal love I know I gave you space but really we aren't over... we always get back together after our spats....You didn't mean it, you couldn't" the last sentence was quiet, frightened and uncertain more a question than a statement. he sighed nodding.

"Lois I did mean it, we aren't together and we aren't getting back together,I'm with y/n now and I'm happier then I've ever been" she shook her head at him

"No do-don't say that you love me, why would you say something like that?" he shook his head at her grasping her wrists pulling them off him as she tried grasping him tighter afraid of the reality that she had lost him this time.

"Because its the truth, I'm head over heels in love with her and she loves me, not Kal El not Superman me Lois. Clark Kent is enough for her and that's all I've wanted for someone to love me, the Kansas farm boy... You couldn't" she gasped moving closer but he stopped her.

"N-no you don't know what your saying, you love me I know you still love me...y-you've been drinking or something-" he placed his hands on her shoulders pressing her back.

"Lois I told you...I don't love you anymore there was a time I thought I did but you never changed...I changed for you but you never did for me and I cant wait anymore and live like that, in a one sided relationship... I'm sorry but I meant what I said enough is enough I've moved on and you should to"

"I can change I can please just give me another chance...Kal-Clark" he sighed shaking his head

"That’s just it you cant even call me by my human name anymore, please I want to be friends but I'm not your happy ending and your not mine." he finished looking over to where you sat looking down into your glass.

"And she is?"

"Yes, She's my soul mate" Lois swallowed closing her eyes letting a few tears fall as it sunk in she had lost the most incredible man she had ever known and it was her own fault,the way he said it the conviction ,the certainty there was no hesitation. He loved her she knew, the woman in red wasn't some fling or passing fancy she was his world now with out a shred of doubt Lois knew that the woman sitting across the room was the woman he'd marry, the mother to his children and the one he would grow old with. It was a bitter pill to swallow she had always dreamt it would be her and suddenly it wasn't.

"It will take time... to be friends but I would like that in the end" she whispered the words releasing him, he pat her arms giving one last look before he jogged across the dance floor away from her to the love of his life. You'd been looking down you couldn't stand watching him with her for all your big talk you were devastated it was the longest dance you'd ever known you were torn you trusted him but.... she had known him for a long time they had a history had planned a life together who were you really? just the woman who knows his mother, who agreed to pose as his girlfriend? you sighed spinning the champagne flute in your hand you downed the rest of it standing placing the empty glass on the table only to gasp as you were suddenly grabbed around the waist tugged into a hard chest you looked up.

"C-Clark?" he smiled pulling you closer to him kissing your cheek

"Weren't leaving without me love were you? everything's sorted, Lois and I are...going to keep our distance for a while...then hopefully we can be friends but for now we are going to steer clear of one another....why did you look so surprised I came back?" you looked down a little tearful shaking your head resting against him listening to his heart, he sighed you had been worried about loosing him. He leaned down pointing at you bag motioning for Beth to pass it to him, once she did he unfolded your wrap placing it across your shoulders you blinked at him pulling back.

"Clark? what are you doing?" he smiled cheekily winking at you

"Well love it appears I've got to prove to a certain lady the she is the one for me..." he leaned forward nibbling your neck you giggled at him.

"And there is one way I can think of doing that but I'm going to need a bed" you giggled slapping at his chest moving in for a kiss letting him dominate your mouth slowly as he gripped your ass pulling you to your tip toes making you squirm before pulling away.

"Lead the way" he laughed quickly ushering you out of the party heading home.

[gyllenhaalstories]

TOMORROW NEVER CAME (time to dance part 2)

SUMMARY: you met with this stranger at the bar a little while ago. things went intense, intensely fast. it was an encounter you would never forget and his final words before walking away, leaving you standing in this cold winter wind have yet to stop resonating in your mind. as you start to believe you will never cross paths with this myserious man and his killer, icy blue eyes, life has other plans.

WARNINGS: mentions of smoking, knives, alcohol, violence, a bunch of dark stuff, smut (d/s dynamic, spanking, rough intercourse)

WORD COUNT: 1 742

NOTES: reminder when i watched CAMERAS FOLLOWING JAKE AROUND DURING A NORMAL DAY and i also stumbled upon THIS AMAZING GIFSET ? i’m back, with a sequel no one asked for! i didn’t proof read it yet but i’ll read it later and correct some mistakes. thank you for reading i hope you’ll enjoy it! 

 You came home from work late, that day. You hated closing the place and working at the last shifts. You were not the easiest person to scare out there, but there was something about winter nights that terrified you. Bulgars could storm in at any moment. Roads could get icy and a car could drive straight into the front window and run you over. You could break a leg trying to climb up the dangerous and squeaky stairs to your apartment. You had an endless list of worst-case scenarios, still... You were so ignorant. 

The only thing you had to be afraid of, was that stranger from the bar. You had a gut feeling about him. He was up to no good. A man like that could not simply disappear from your life as abruptly as he entered it. 

Truth be told, Jake had come back to that very bar every evening. He sat at the exact same table as he did when he met you. He had one eye on the door, hoping to see your heady silhouette. His other eye checked the bathroom, in fear that you would walk out of there with someone else. He waited patiently, hope devouring his soul. He told himself you would be there tomorrow. 

Tomorrow never came. 

He walked out of the bar on a gloomy night and he looked around, waiting for a car to pass by so he could cross the street and go back to his business. He had spotted that annoying duo of friends, who ordered so many rounds of shots it was a miracle they were still standing up. They terrorized the lonely girls at the bar and he was not having any of it. His hands were buried in his pocket, tightly wrapped around the handles of two small knives. All he had to do was to get a little closer... 

Jake looked to his left and his eyes, empty and cold, widened. 

You had your earmuffs around your head and you stared at the ground, trying to avoid any ice spots and an inevitable bone fracture. Your nose and cheeks turned pink from the cool breeze and you bopped your head to the music blasting through your covered earbuds. You did not hear the honks and the loud shoutings, not even your feet breaking the thin layer of ice as you walked up the stairs to your apartment, just the sound of your favorite music. 

The entire time, he watched you. He dragged himself around, following your path from a safe distance. His heart was beating loud, so loud it was deafening. He slid the hoodie of his jacket on his head and followed you. He recognized your neighborhood, he had been around this part of town before. Memories of that night when you smashed the skull of a random guy on the concrete made him grin. 

You took your coat and your accessories off, kicking your shoes on the small mat by the door and made your way to the fridge to drink orange juice straight from the carton. It was only then you stopped your music and decided to head to your bedroom. You did not even know what time it was, and the only thing that mattered was meeting with your beloved bed. You took other pieces of clothing off and decided you’d sleep in your tank top and panties. Your hand grabbed the bedsheets and swung them away, making room for yourself. It was only then you looked up at the walls and noticed a shadow. 

It was long, slim, dark. Heavy breathing echoed from behind you as you slowly, very slowly, turned around. Your jaw dropped open, ready to scream for help, but instead, you went silent. You recognized these features, this body, these arms and these hands that moved you around like a rag doll in that bathroom stall. “What the fu—” you exclaimed, but he spoke before you.

“I won’t hurt you.” 

And you believed him, which made of you the biggest dumbass on the planet. A stranger whom you only met once snuck into your house, your bedroom, and you were trusting him with your life. Quite literally. Oh, the things one person could do for a good fuck... 

“I’ve been waiting for this moment all this time.” 

You studied him. He had removed his jacket, but his hands were still hidden in the pockets of his jeans. You could swear his glance softened when your eyes met his, his shoulders almost relaxing. There was something about this mysterious man that made you feel safe, and you hated yourself for it. “Get out of here.” You told him, your voice practically shaking. 

“I have one of these too.” His chin pointed at the yellow plastic bird on your last stand. 

It was some stupid toy a child gave you when he went to your work place, to thank you for bringing him paper and crayons to draw with when his family and him waited for their food. You looked at the toy, then at the man, in back and forth movements. He was smiling. Smiling.

“You wore that with me the other night, right?” His index finger pointed at your crotch area, but his eyes were locked with yours as you nodded. “I like the color. Red.” His smile grew wider, and he stepped a bit closer to you. 

It was unbearable. “Are we going to spend the whole night talking or what?” 

Like a bird of prey, he dove towards you, his lips meeting yours in a violent kiss. He tasted of whiskey and cigarette, two flavors you never thought you would appreciate. You two battled for dominance, and when you teased him as you sucked on his tongue, you felt your entire body being pushed backwards. You hit the cold bed as he hovered you with his broad shoulders. He kissed you again, roughly, and trailed kisses down to your neck on which he sucked, and sucked, and sucked. Satisfied with the color of the bruise, he grabbed parts of your tank top and ripped it open. Another grin appeared on his face as he busied himself with your breasts and nipples.

Your back arched against him, when you felt his teeth grazing on your sensitive buds. It felt as intense as it did the other night, and you were barely getting started. In a blink of an eye, his head was between your legs and his tongue licked your soaking wet panties. Again, he ripped them off your body and threw them on the ground as he helped you wrap your legs around his head. 

You stretched your arms out to grab his hands as he stared at you through hooded eyes. He was nose deep between your wet folds. The moans you made had him painfully hard, but he did not care about it that much. Again, he used his teeth to bite on your clit before he fucked his tongue into your entrance. He dragged his mouth up to your clit then back to your heat again and again until he felt your legs tighten around him. He pushed them towards you as he took you over the edge for the first time. 

You kept your eyes shut as waves of convulsions took over your body. 

He took the opportunity to remove his clothes, showing up his fit body and his hard, thick cock that he stroked slowly. “Ready?” 

The two of you already knew what was coming. And you nodded frantically. “Please, please just fuck me.” 

“Are you always such a good slut?” His laugh echoed in your bedroom as he slowly pushed himself inside of you. You felt tight, warm and wet and it dragged the longest groan out of him. 

He pressed on your legs, holding them down and wide open for you to watch just how deep he was fucking you. The skin of your ass slapped with his thighs as he thrusted faster and faster. You did not care that your bed was hitting the wall and that all you could do was scream incoherent pleas and thank you’s. 

The man grabbed your breasts firmly and gave them a few blows of spankings. It made you scream louder, and he was loving it. Without telling you, he pulled out and flipped you over so you were on all fours. His sweaty chest was pressed flat against your back and his mouth rested by your ear. 

You heard all of his moans and his praises about how good your pussy felt around his throbbing cock. He never slowed down the pace, leaving you thinking he was not even human at all. 

“Is that pussy mine?” He spanked your ass once, harder than he ever did. “Huh? Answer me? Whose pussy is this?” 

“It’s yours, fuck! It’s all yours!” You stuttered, earning more spankings. “You fuck me so good! Don’t stop!” 

And he certainly did not. Both of his hands used your ass to hold himself up. You were completely pressed into your bed as he fucked you, even deeper. His balls slapped on your sensitive clit and right when he noticed you started to clench around him, he went to grab your throat with one hand, using the other one to spank your red ass cheek. 

“You gonna give it to me? You gonna prove me you’re my fucking slut?”

And you did. You came so hard around him that no sound escaped from your open mouth. Only seconds after, you felt him emptying himself inside of you. He came in long strokes and stayed still inside of you for a while, admiring how exhausted you were from being slayed this hard. 

*~*~*

Jake panted, when you laid your head on his naked chest. He was pulling the blankets up to cover your bodies. The warm feeling of your legs as you wrapped them around his and of your arm around his waist sent electric shocks through his body.

You pressed a tender kiss on his collarbone and closed your eyes, only for a second. 

“It was so fun.” He said, his voice suddenly became monotonous and low, raspy even. 

You looked up at him, a frown on your forehead. You tensed up against him.

“It’s time for you to burn.” 

“What?”

“You’re gonna be sore, it’s gonna burn.” He genuinely sounded concerned. 

“Will you meet me up here tomorrow?” 

[copias-thrall]

Whoops!

Mary makes bad decisions and Suey is exasperated about it.

(Start at the beginning)

*mentioned drug use*

You knew Mary was going to some kind of after party for opening a Battle of the Bands (which you were explicitly not invited to because apparently Mary and you can’t be trusted together), so you’d just assumed you wouldn't be seeing him.

You’re in the middle of making some tea when you hear a few thumps outside of and a scrabbling at your door. You tense—wondering if you should go for Masher—but then the door is banging open, and Mary is stumbling through, giggling … and behind him trail two women, similarly laughing. 

You freeze.

You watch Mary as he tries to hang up his leather jacket—he misses, and it falls to the floor.

“Whoops,” he says, and the women laugh. He bends over unsteadily to grab the leather, then rights himself even as he lists into a wall trying to hang it up successfully. When he sees you, he’s face brightens as he holds his arms out. He’s still in his bloody shirt and ripped jeans.

“There’s my baby doll!”

When you don’t move, he gestures you to his embrace with his hands. Your eyes flick to the two women (who seem to be holding each other up)—their black hair is done if a little disheveled; both faces in differing executions of heavy, winged liner and fading red lipstick; one is in a black mod dress with studs on her boob cage and the other is in a fishnet top with black zipper jeans; and they’re both in boots with heels. You’re in the hoodie covered with food stains—the hood not only on your head, but cinched tight and tied under your chin—and your batman sleep pants with the hole from the crotch halfway down your thigh, since your laundry basket only made it as far as outside your bathroom door, because: ugh, later.

“Suey,” he whines.

The saucepan makes a gurgling noise behind you, and you make a sound of surprise. You hold up a finger to him, then turn to carefully pour the bubbling liquid into your mug—you also use the opportunity to shove your hood down and run your fingers through your ratty hair, trying your best to fluff it. There’s a low murmur of voices behind you, which you do your best to ignore.

When you finally do turn back around, Mary and the two women have moved from the doorway to your living area—he’s looking at you expectantly, and their heads are swiveling all around as they sway into each other. Reluctantly, you shuffle over to Mary, trying your best to keep your thighs squashed together.

Just when you’re within reach, Mary pulls you into him, rocking the two of you. He’s still in his full stage makeup, and he smells like he’s been sweating under stage lights all night. It’s not necessarily a nice smell, but it’s definitely one you’ve come to associate with him.

“This is her!” 

The gaze of the two women snap to you, and you tense, waiting for them to appraise you … but they just grin at you. Boob Cage lunges at you—well, lunges as though she’s stuck in molasses—and takes your hand.

“Oh my god,” she says in a nasally-affection, “you do exist. We thought Mary was being grumpy.”

“Uh …”

Fishnets leans forward precariously, and you’re afraid she’s going to topple them both.

“Look at you. So cozy! My feet hurt so much.”

You quickly glance up at Mary, but he’s looking down at you with sleepy eyes.

“I-I mean … you could take your shoes off?”

“Oh my god, that’s so nice of you!” says Boob Cage.

As if their strings were cut, the two of them droop down to pull at their laces, and your hands go up reflexively in case they lurch.

“Why don’t you sit on the couch while you do that?” you grimace.

You watch as they seem to register the couch, but then Mary is tugging you toward your bedroom and rubbing his face in your hair. You allow it only because it’ll give you a chance to interrogate him (and change).

Once through your door, you round on him, but suddenly he’s kissing you—his mouth tasting like skunk spray. You push him away with a hand to his chest, and he goes easily, as if made of paper.

“You’re hot,” he says languidly as he sways.

You sandwich his face in between your palms, despite the transfer of cake makeup; you peer into his eyes and see that his pupils are blown wide. You’re no stranger to Mary showing up at the wrong end of drunk or after toking with his band—but this is something clearly different. Maybe later you’ll be angry, but right now you feel the need to caretake.

“What did you take?” you ask, trying to catch his gaze.

“Pssh,” he says, his hands clasping limply at your wrists. “Just a shared joint.”

“Just one?”

Mary stumbles back a bit, catching himself on your dresser and giggling.

“Yeah.”

“From Marty?”

Mary’s brows furrow.

“No,” he says slowly. “One of Moxie’s friends.”

“Moxie?”

“Yeah. Moxie and Roxie.” He sweeps a hand in the direction of your living area.

“Wait—” you say, suddenly distracted, “their names are Moxie and Roxie?”

“Goth names.” Mary makes a dismissive gesture. “They do everything together. Best friends since high school or something.”

He sashays toward you again, and you stop him with a hand.

“Ok … but why are they here, Mare?”

His arms still come out and encircle your waist.He pulls you into him and rubs his face on yours.

“Had to prove ‘em wrong. Had to show ‘em my hot girlfriend.”

You push him away and move toward your chair pile to paw through your clothes.

“Well, a little head’s up would’ve been nice, Mare. I look like a hobo.”

He presses into your back, his hands groping at your curves through your clothes.

“You look soft and welcoming.”

Mary presses kisses then bites to your neck, but you continue to search through clothes mountain. You extract a pair of lounge pants that you don’t wear because they’re too tight around your belly despite their softness, but at least there are no gaping holes in them. You pull two of Mary’s large tees out before discarding them—no one wears Mary’s shirts but you. Mary’s octopus arms encumber clothes searching, but you manage to find two oversized shirts of your own for Moxie and Roxie.

He squints at you. “Why do they need clothes.”

You sigh. “Mare, they’re not going anywhere else tonight, and they might as well be comfortable.”

His lips are hot and wet on your ear. “Oh? And where are they going to sleep?”

You push him away and glare at him. “Oh the couch! If they share ‘everything’ then surely they can share the fucking couch. Christ, I’m going to put some coffee on.”

Making sure to pull the hem of your hoodie down over your hips of the new lounge pants, you leave your room. Shirts in hand, you walk out into your living area, confused at first when you don’t see Moxie and Roxie. Mary stumbles after you as you investigate further. 

“Oh!” you exclaim as you peer around the couch to find Moxie and Roxie sans clothes and going at it on your floor. You watch for a moment as they kiss and rub against each other before you realize that you’re being creepy.

“Just putting some sleep shirts here!” you squeak as you toss them to drape over the arm of your couch. When you turn, it’s into the solid wall of Mary’s flat chest.

“Mmm,” he rumbles. “That gives me ideas.” He presses you into the island that separates your kitchen area from your couch.

Oh for fuck’s sake.

“Mary,” you say in your Teacher Voice, “please go and wait for me in my room.”

“K,” he says, and then he swerves and weaves back to your room.

You press your head into your counter until you hear a particularly throaty moan, and then you sigh before making your way into your bathroom. Once there, you take a moment to sit on the closed toilet, head in hands, before performing your nightly ablutions.

When you try to make your way into your room quietly, you end up tripping over your laundry basket—but the only noise that’s made is your grunt as you fall on top of it as the soft mesh collapses. You stay there for a moment, contemplating your life choices, before scrambling into your room.

You find Mary naked and propped up against your wall, his hand flying between his legs as he jacks his hard cock. As he hears the door click shut behind you, his face turns toward you.

“Please ,” he whines. “Please touch me. Suey.”

Sighing, you clamber onto your bed and squeeze in between Mary’s back and the wall, wrapping your arms around his waist. You hook your chin over his shoulder.

“That’s it, buddy,” you breathe.

Mary leans his head back onto your shoulder as he continues to jack his cock. His mouth drops open and he pants. You snake your hand down and start rolling his balls in your hand. Mary jerks against you and grunts. You bite at his shoulder, and Mary freezes—his balls tightening and his chest heaving—before his hand continues, and then he’s spurting cum up his stomach.

“There you go, there you go,” you chant as he twitches in your arms. You at his face as he becomes limp. When you look over at his face, you see that he’s passed out, and you roll your eyes. You manage to extract yourself, and you make yourself useful by grabbing the cum towel to clean him up as best as possible.

You kick off the lounge pants and wiggle out of the hoodie—so that you’re just in one of Mary’s tees (it’s how Mary likes you)—before situating you both into a comfortable sleeping cocoon with you as the big spoon wrapped around Mary.

It’s a fitful sleep at best. To be honest, you’re a little wary of having two strangers unsupervised in your space, and you keep jerking awake, your dreams full of burglars and slasher villains. You’re sure it’s probably fine—but you’d rather not be sorry, so when you flail awake again a little after 6am, you decide to just get up. Mary doesn’t seem to have moved at all.

After tucking the covers in around him, you pull on your shortie shorts before leaving your room for the bathroom—where you flip your head upside down to brush your hair out before giving a faint line to your eye, which you smudge. Except for the dandruff you brush off your shoulders, you’re pleased with the result.

When you tiptoe the 5 steps into your living space, you see Moxie and Roxie tangled together on your floor—one pressed up against the couch and the other half under your coffee table. The sleep shirts still hang limply from your couch armrest. Sighing at the laundry you really are going to have to do later, you tug the afghan off the back of your couch and surreptitiously drape it over the two sleeping women.

Opening your fridge, you survey the contents you’re willing to spare. With a whole unopened “mega” pack of bacon, you’re feeling bacon rich—but you’re running up against your egg allowance for the week. You decide that at 2 eggs per person, you can get away with 6 if you cut them with some milk.

You find your very strong mug of tea on the counter from the night before—which you gulp half of—before getting a coffee drip going. Then you start frying up 4 slices of bacon—1 per person—expecting the smell to wake the household. When it doesn’t, you just shrug and start whisking the eggs and milk with a fork. When the bacon is done, you lay the strips out on a folded piece of brown paper bag before carefully adding the egg mixture to the frying pan. You’re not magnanimous enough, though, to add even the fake cheese that Mary prefers.

Just about when you’ve judged the scramble to be done, you hear Mary moving about in your room. You see him shuffling—squinty-eyed and hair half squashed—in your robe (and while it wraps around him better, it does fall a little short) from your room. He encounters the laundry basket like a Sim: stopping in front of it for a beat, then walking around it and into your bathroom. You begin to plate the food—a dollop of eggs, toast, and a strip of bacon each.

You can hear more than see the girls begin to move about—there’s some knocking about and a quiet murmuring of voices.

“My fucking head. The fuck are we?” you hear Fishnets yawn.

“Fuck me. Weren’t we with Mary?”

“Yeah, but this isn’t Mary’s.”

“You’re at his girlfriend’s,” you say loudly.

There’s a thump and an Ow before you see two heads pop up out of the edge of your afghan.

“There are shirts,” you say, pointing toward the armrest.

There’s a lot of shuffling about, and you turn your back under the pretense of dealing with the coffee pouring. When you hear the movement behind you stop, you turn back around. Moxie and Roxie are standing awkwardly on the other side of the island, swimming in your shirts, eyes wide and looking peaked. You note that their gray pallor and red eyes probably aren’t due to embarrassment. Smiling—hopefully invitingly—you slide the food plates and mugs toward them.

“Here,” you say, and they take both slowly. 

With shaky hands, they sip the coffee. They look at each other, a whole conversation passing between them before Mary comes bustling out of the bathroom.

He looks up sluggishly before he spots Moxie and Roxie—and then he freezes.

“Good morning, Mare Bear,” you beam at him. “I have eggs and coffee for you.”

His bleary eyes dart between you and the girls. You hold up a coffee mug, and he continues toward you—albeit cautiously. When he reaches you, you turn your cheek to him and point it, saccharin smile in place.

“Uh … morning—baby doll,” he murmurs as he pecks your cheek and takes the proffered coffee.

Moxies and Roxie are giving him sideways glances as he takes his place next to you, still in your robe.

“So,” you start as you hand him a food plate, “what did you crazy kids get up to last night?”

They all look at each other shiftily, hands wrapped around coffee mugs. You dive into your breakfast.

“Dig in—please,” you chirp. “I don’t know what you guys took, but you all look like death warmed over. I think a little grease will help.”

Mary squints his eyes at you.

“Took?”

You squint back. “You guys were high as fucking kites.”

He keeps your gaze. “We didn’t ‘take’ anything, Suey. Just shared a joint.”

“Uhhh …” comes from Boob Cage.

You turn to her.

Boob Cage is looking chagrined. “It might have been laced with something.”

“Roxie!” gasps Moxie.

Roxie turns to Moxie. “I’m sorry . It’s from Kincaid … but it was free.”

“I thought we agreed to stop going to him after the Unfortunate Incident!” Moxie pinches the bridge of her nose. “You dumb fucking bitch.”

“What was the ‘Unfortunate Incident’?” you ask.

Roxie looks at you with big eyes as Moxie looks resigned.

“Kincaid sent a girl to the hospital. I guess he laced her joint with rat poison and meth or something.”

“I thought that was just a rumor,” murmurs Mary.

Moxie shakes her head. “I don’t know the girl personally … but one of her friends told me. He spent the night with her in the ER.” She turns to Roxie. “Which is why we don’t fucking get drugs from fucking Kincaid.”

Roxie just hangs her head. You feel Mary slip his arm around your waist.

“Well,” you say, “please eat some food. It sounds like you guys could use something solid in your stomachs.”

The lot of you start picking at the eggs and bacon. Moxie looks at Mary and then at you.

“So … what happened last night?”

You feel Mary tense, so you lean into him.

“You guys showed up pretty out of it, so I went to get you something to sleep in. When I came back out you were having sex with each other on the floor, so Mary and I left you to it and went to bed.”

“Oh, wow. Hey sorry. We were all having a pretty good time at the venue, I guess we wanted to include you?” She laughs.

“Mary’s always been lots of fun,” quips Roxie brightly, letting out a soft Oof when Moxie elbows her.

“Not that much fun,” says Moxie hurriedly.

You smile at them. “Oh, I know. The night we met, he fucked me in the men’s room.”

Mary—who’s only been getting tenser, his arm tightening further—looks down at you and adds, “Only because someone was fucking impatient.”

Roxies laughs. “Oh yeah! One time—”

Mary slams his hand down on the counter.

“OKAY. No need for a trip down memory lane.”

Moxie is clearly trying to communicate “Shut the fuck up” to Roxie with her eyes. Roxie furrows her brows.

“Why not? I thought we were—”

“I’m sure Mary’s girlfriend isn’t interested in parties from forever ago.”

“Oh my god, that’s right. I—” Roxie stops. “Oh! That’s why we came here!” She looks at you. “We thought Mary was just trying to blow us off.”

Moxie tilts her head. “Oh yeah – that is right.” She laughs and turns to you. “Cuz he totally shut this down.” She gestures between herself and Roxie, then seems to realize what she’s just said and grimaces.

Roxie nods. “Yeah, he’s usually—”

“He’s usually nowhere near us. Like, at all. Ever. Mary, who? I don’t know her.” Moxie gives a nervous giggle.

You cant your head up to Mary, who looks like he wants to leave his body and exist on the spirit plane. 

“You told me you were a virgin.”

Mary gives you his grump face as Moxie spits out her coffee all over her eggs.

“OM MY GOD, I’m so sorry!” she says as she wipes her chin and you hand her a paper towel.

“It’s fine. Eat, please.”

Moxie and Roxie get back to their food—though Roxie looks like she wants to ask a question and knows she’s not allowed. You look at Mary’s plate and notice he hasn’t touched anything.

“If you don’t eat some of that, I’m going to feed it to you myself.”

He gives you a look like that’s actually an appealing proposal, so you hen him to the rusting cafe table and chair. You settle sideways onto his lap before scraping some eggs onto a triangle of toast, which you bring to his lips.

“Here,” you say as you cup one hand under the bread, and Mary takes a bite.

Despite the (now silent) presence of the Oxies, Mary doesn’t seem self-conscious about losing himself in eating breakfast from your hand. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that the two women are looking over at you two now and then—but you pay them no mind. Mary finishes all the food—occasionally saying Bacon when he wants a bite from that—and washes it down with the coffee himself. 

Once done, he wraps his arms around your middle and rests his head on your shoulder. You carefully sink your fingers into his stiff hair so that you can lightly massage his scalp. When you look up you can practically see the hearteyes emanating from the Oxies, but you raise a finger to your lips.

When Mary shivers, you register that he’s still only in your robe, so you tsk at him.

“Go put some clothes on before you freeze.”

He sighs. “Yes, ma’am.”

You flush a little, wondering if the Oxies heard him, but you don’t look over at them.

With Mary gone and breakfast over, the Oxies begin the process of searching for their things—a slight scavenger hunt ensuing when a left shoe is found to be MIA, and which is eventually located under the couch.

As you hear Mary shuffle behind you, Moxie says, “Would you mind terribly if we wore these home?” She plucks at the top of yours she’s wearing. “You know how it is putting on last night’s clothes.”

You’re about to tell them Sure , despite your reluctance—knowing you’ll never see the tops again—when Mary steps in (now in a fresh different shirt and a pair of your sleep pants) and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Let’s leave Suey her clothes, guys.”

“Oh yeah … sure, right,” says Moxie, deflating a little.

“But you can use the shower first. If you want,” you’re quick to add, a thought that comes seemingly out of nowhere—it’s not like you want them to accept. “There are towels in … uh …” You look at Mary—who’s looking at you like you’ve lost your damn mind—and ask, “Are there towels?”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t do any this week, which means nothing’s clean, because heaven forbid you wash anything.”

You scrunch your face at him. “It’s better when you do it. You know I’ll just forget to put them in the dryer, and then they get all musty. And I got the basket real close!”

“You’re a disaster.”

“Oh my god—you guys are so cute,” says Roxie.

“No we’re not,” the two of you say in unison. Roxie just beams at you.

“Ok, then,” Moxie sighs wistfully. “Well, just go change. C’mon, Bitch.”

When they’re both in the bathroom, Mary looks down at you.

“What the fuck.”

You wince. “I don’t know … old habits die hard, I guess.”

“What old habits?”

“Oh. Um. Growing up? Hostessing. It used to be one of my ‘duties.’ My parents threw a lot of soirées. It was part of my ‘training’ or something. For when I was supposed to throw parties.” 

You flick your hand as if to wave the information away. Mary squints down at you as if he’d like to inquire further, but then the bathroom door opens, and the Oxies emerge looking fresher even with their rumpled clothes and bare faces.

“Ok, well! I guess we’ll be going then!” chirps Moxie.

Roxie comes forward and grabs your hands. “Thanks so much for the food.”

“Oh uh, no problem.”

“You guys really are so cute.” And then before you know what’s happening, she’s in between the two of you and snapping a selfie.

“Oh, ok …” you say as Mary belatedly puts his hand up.

“C’mon, Rox,” hisses Moxies as she pulls her friend away.

“What? We have lots of pictures of Mary.”

Mary presses his fingers into his eye sockets.

As the two of them wobble into their shoes, you realize that they showed up without coats last night.

Shit.

“Uh, so … your coats.”

The two of them look at each other, then at your hooks where their coats aren’t hanging.

“Are they … not here?” asks Moxie.

You grimace at her. “I’m afraid you weren’t wearing them when you came in.”

Mary starts, but you put a hand on his arm. “Your jacket’s here.”

Roxie looks at her friend. “Oh shit. We must have left them at the club again.”

Moxie sighs. “We really need to stop doing that.”

“We’ll have to take a cab.” Roxie suddenly makes a pained face. “My wristlet with all my cards is in my coat pocket.”

Moxie’s face pales as she scrabbles in her tiny purse. “I only have $10—and you know my card is maxed out.”

There’s a pregnant moment where all four of your stare at each other.

You sigh. “I think I might have some mad money stashed about?”

“Hold on,” says Mary. He disappears into your room and reappears with his wallet.

“Mary, no … I can—” you start, but he shrugs you off.

“I got it, it’s fine.”

Mary fishes out two twenties from his worn wallet and offers the bills to Moxie. She eagerly plucks them both from his fingers, smiling.

“Thanks, Mare Bear,” she quips.

You bristle, and Mary snaps, “Don’t call me that.”

Moxie shrinks away a little. “Oh …ok. I guess we’ll just …” She throws a thumb over her shoulder as she backs toward the door.

Roxie smiles and waves. “Bye, guys!

They finally leave, closing the door behind them, and you slump. You turn to Mary.

“I can’t deal with this right now. I’m going back to bed.”

You’ve just about made yourself comfortable under your covers when Mary appears in the doorway.

“Am I allowed to join you, or …?”

“Just don’t talk.” You lift your head. “And no funny business—I’m not in the mood.”

You feel him crawl into bed with you, and then he tentatively wraps an arm around your waist. When you don’t eat it off, he wiggles closer and presses into your back.

“You’re still mad,” he murmurs into your ear.

“I’m not mad.”

“You seemed fine when—”

“Mary,” you snap, turning toward him slightly. “Shut up.”

“Yeah, ok.”

When you wake up again, it’s a little after noon and you’re sprawled over Mary’s chest.

“Hey,” he says.

“Mm,” you rumble. “You been awake this whole time?”

“Nah. Not too long.”

You’re content to continue to lie there and to suck Mary’s heat out of his body and into your own, but he’s apparently been waiting for you.

“So. You’re mad.”

You let out a heavy sigh.

“I’m not mad. I just wish you’d take better care of yourself and not bring groupies into my home with you. Rat poison? Jesus, Mary.”

You can feel Mary tense under you.

“Oh, what? Like you take care of yourself?"

You lift up to look at him “Excuse me?”

“Can we talk about the pile of mail that lives in the corner? Or the fact that you never have clean clothes? Or how you’d rather let the garbage overflow than just taking it out to the chute? You don’t think I worry about any that? Sometimes I’m afraid to not see you for too long, afraid of what state I’ll find you in when I come back. If we’re gonna talk about shit, how ‘bout we talk about that?”

You sit up. “What the fuck, Mary?! You’ve known me for—what?—6 months? When I’ve been living on my own for 5yrs? I suddenly need a big, bad, scary Mary to take care of me?! And how the fuck is any of that even close to accidentally taking meth or whatever? Yeah, I can see how similar that is to unopened mail.”

He sits up too. “That’s just a rumor! You’re really going to take Moxie’s word on it? It could’ve just been really strong weed!”

You cross your arms. “You guys were definitely on something stronger than just weed, Mary. What if something happened! I wouldn’t’ve been able to help, and you guys were beyond useless.” 

“Oh so, you’re the morality police or something?”

“I’m the ‘at-least-know-what-you’re-putting-in-your-body’ police!”

“Christ—you’re acting as if I took an unknown substance for funsies from some sketchy dude in a dark alley. It was a joint from two girls I know.”

“Oh yes, it was made very clear how well you know them.”

“Is that what this is about, then? My former fuck buddies? I thought we were past our sexual histories!”

“You brought them into my home! You suggested we fuck them together!”

“No I fucking didn’t.”

“You did . Twice.”

Mary suddenly looks unsure at your vehemence.

“Well I was—”

“High off some unknown substance?”

His face contorts again.

“Shit fucking happens. I didn’t fucking do it on purpose.”

“So it’s just ok? It’s ok you didn’t know what you took? Ok that what you took made you think it was fine to bring the Oxies here?”

“I—the who?”

“The Oxies.” You make an impatient gesture at him. “Moxie and Roxie.”

“Well. That’s clever, but I’m too mad at you right now to be amused by it.”

“You’re mad? You’re mad ?! In what world do you show up high as fuck with groupies, unannounced, into my place and get to be mad at me?”

“Fine, maybe it was dumbass high logic, but it made a sort of sense.”

“Fucking how?”

“They—” He looks down, rubbing at his wrists. “Fine, they hit on me, ok? Yes, I’ve been with them in the past. But I told them no, ok? And at first they were being real pushy, like ‘why not?’. So I told them I had a girl. And they were just. They thought I was blowing them off because: who’d wanna make that kind of commitment to me? So I thought I’d show them. That you were real. That you were awesome.”

“Well … poop.”

Mary raises an eyebrow at you. “Poop?”

“Yes: poop. I still think you made some pretty shitty decisions, but I can’t deny your high logic.”

“Oh. Well. Who wins, then?”

You twist your lips. “I don’t think either of us win. I think that’s the point.”

“Well that’s fucking unsatisfying. Now what?”

You throw your hands up. “I don’t know! I can’t even make breakfast! We already had it!”

Mary thinks for a moment. “You … could make lunch?”

“Lunch … yeah,” you say nodding. “I could do that.”

“I could help?”

Lunch is a small affair. You heat up a can of minestrone soup while Mary makes “garlic bread”—by sprinkling some garlic powder on buttered bread—in the oven. The oven warms up your small space considerably—which is good because you’d shoved the afghan into the laundry basket. (“You got it so far, Suey. So far … you only had one more step.” “I’m telling you—I still would have forgotten it in the washer.”) You instruct Mary to leave the oven door open ajar—to let the residual heat waft out—and then the two of you plop down on the couch with lunch.

“I can’t believe you gave them cab money,” you say as you purposefully slurp your soup (much to Mary’s annoyance).

“Well, did you think I was going to let you give them money?” he asks as he dips his bread in until it gets soggy ( disgusting!).

You shrug. “I just wanted them to leave.” You laugh. “It kind of reminded me of when you got that cab for me, though. The bathroom night.”

“That’s what made me think of giving them the cash, actually."

You smile at him. “To be honest, I didn’t think you’d go for it when I asked you to pay for me.”

“That’s because you thought I was a fuck boy.”

You give him a wry glance, and Mary shoves his hand in your face.

“Don’t be a bitch.”

The two of you finish your food and lie down on the couch tangled together, Mary grumbling about the lack of a cover. He runs his fingers through your hair and then begins to kiss you—a soft press to your lips, then to the apple of each cheek, and then an attempt to kiss your eyelids that you stymie by turning your head with a noise of disapproval. Undeterred, he works his way down to your neck—adding his teeth—as a hand snakes under your shirt, running lightly over your belly before continuing up to its real objective. He grabs a handful of one of your tits, and rolls it around in his palm.

Despite where his head’s at, yours is somewhere else entirely.

“What are their real names?”

“Hmm?”

“The Oxies? Do you know their real names?”

“No, why would I know that?”

“Pillow talk.”

He looks up at you, his ministrations stopping.  “Jesus, Suey.”

“What?”

“Can we not talk about the Oxies right now? Or, like, ever?”

“All right.” You trace circles on his back through his shirt as he gets back to it. “Should I have a Goth name?”

“What?”

“Should I have a Goth name?”

“No, I heard—no. You already have a Goth name.”

“I do?”

“Yeah. ‘Suey’.”

You scoff. “That’s just the nickname you gave me.”

“It’s ironic. I’m very clever, see.”

“Whatever.”

His hand slips down and presses in between your leg in pulses, and you gasp, your hand sliding down to grab at his ass.

“Mmm—now I’ve got your attention.”

He brings his hand back up to suck his fingers into his mouth before he’s making use of the gash in your pants to slip them in between your lips. He’s just started rubbing at you in earnest, but it’s not what you want.

“Oh fuck … eat me, Mary,” you pant.

Mary doesn’t even hesitate, he just slides down your body—yanking the material out of the way—and wiggling his tongue in between your lips to lap steadily at your nub. You moan, grabbing what tufts of his hair you can. His tongue laps and presses and taps, and you rock into him as you gasp with each movement. He pulls you by your thighs into his mouth, and he inserts a finger into you.

“Oh god, another,” you cry out, fingers clenching into the roots of his hair.

He pulls his one finger out, and then swiftly reinserts it with another. You make an embarrassingly high pitched moan and clench around his digits, head lolling back into the couch. Encouraged, Mary laps at your clit faster as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, angling them until you twitch at contact with your G-spot.

You’re panting and squeaking out little noises of pleasure as Mary builds and coaxes your orgasm—pointing his tongue so he can press at your clit, then relaxing it so he can swirl around it before flattening the muscle to run it roughly over the growing hardness. You can feel your climax growing at your clit throbs and the sweetness of the pleasure starts to expand. It starts deep in your cervix and spreads outwards, little sparks stoking the fire at each flick of his tongue until you feel your pussy tightening around his fingers.

“Don’t fucking stop!” you cry out.

He tap tap taps at your G-spot, and you find yourself arching off the couch with a moan before your climax breaks, bursts of purple behind your eyes as you go Ah ah ah ah in time to the pulse and spasm of your cunt.

Mary knows exactly what you like, giving you slow, languorous laps and gentle thrusts of his fingers as you ride your orgasm out. You’re sloppy and boneless, and Mary nibbles the inside of your thigh before tilting his head to look up at you, head pillowed on your other thigh.

“Can I fuck your tits?”

You laugh. “Yeah, ok.”

Mary wipes his mouth off with the edge of your ripped clothes, and you tetch at him.

“Go get the lube,” you say as you begin to squirm out of your shirt.

Mary—who’d been just about to yank his (obscenely-tented) pants down, whines.

“It’s in the other room, can’t we just—”

“I know you could give a fuck, but you’re not spitting on my tits, Mare.”

He pouts, but scampers off to get your bottle of lube. You’re out of the band tee, your nipples beginning to pebble, before he comes back with the item in hand.

“You need to keep better track of your shit. I found it under a pile of what I think you said were clean clothes,” he says as he set it on the coffee table.

“You moved my piles?” You frown.

“I lifted the bottom of one and carefully extracted this.”

“Because I know where everything is.”

“Mhm,” says Mary as he shimmies out of your sleep pants, his cock now only half hard. He climbs back onto the couch—straddling your waist—and reaches down with a dry hand to fondle each tit and thumb each nipple. Turning, he gives the bottle a few pumps to fill his hand with the lube, which he generously applies to your sternum and breasts.

A few more pumps, and he’s coating his cock—stuttering out a grunt with eyes closed—as he strokes himself, with wet squelches, back to full hardness. Once satisfied, his eyes open, and he wipes the excess off on your chest.

You make a face at him, which he ignores.

“Hold your fucking tits together,” he rumbles lowly.

As Mary positions his cock, you squish your tits together, fingers interlacing for a better grip. Before you’re even settled, Mary starts thrusting, the shiny, pink head of his cock appearing and disappearing from your cleavage. You look at him, but his gaze too is fixated on where your décolletage swallows his member. Your eyes are drawn to watching his stomach muscles contract as he thrusts.

Mary starts thrusting faster, exclaiming “So soft!” in between grunts. 

Because of the lube, your fingers are starting to slip, causing Mary to grumble whenever you readjust.

“Keep them tight!” he pants.

You decide to add in some dirty talk to distract him.

“Mmm … you like my tits?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

“They’re so big and soft.”

Mary grunts. “So big.”

“Do my great big tits feel good around your cock?”

“Fuck, so good.”

“Do you like how your cock looks in between them?”

Mary speeds up. “Fuck—your tits are so big. I can’t even see my dick.”

“Mmm, I bet you can’t wait to cum all over me. Maybe I’ll catch some in my mouth.”

Mary’s eyes close and his jaw drops.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck—I’m gonna cum on your tits.”

You think he means that once he shoots his load, your tits will be covered, but instead he draws back and starts jacking his dick. You squeeze your breasts—which are now shiny with lube—and then Mary’s grunting as he shoots his release over each one. After he’s that satisfied he’s squeezed all the cum out, he settles his weight onto your abdomen and slumps.

“Fuck,” he says as he runs his fingers through the mess. “You look so hot covered in my cum.”

“Your kink is showing.”

He smirks at you. “Mebbe.”

Taking your discarded sleep pants, he wipes off your chest before snuggling into you. When you glower at him, he sighs.

“Jesus, I’ll do a load before I leave, ok? Can we just lie like this for half a second?”

“Yeah ok,” you say.

This is more Mary’s thing than it is yours, but you’ve learned to enjoy it as long as he respects your time limits. Despite your sticky chest, Mary presses his face into your clavicle, a hand resting on a tit, and one leg over yours. You card your fingers through his hair and press a kiss or two into the crown of his head—happy to make him happy.

“What’re your plans?” you ask after a bit. “I wasn’t really expecting to see you today.”

You feel Mary huff against your skin.

“I really should go back. Not that any of us thought we’d be working today, but we’re trying to ride the holiday momentum.” He looks up at you. “I might be a little scarce, but it should break before New Year’s.”

“Ok.” You think for a moment. “I’ll be away for a couple of days for Christmas … but I’ll be back for New Year’s.”

You’d accepted an invitation to spend a few days with a few college friends at a mutual friend’s house warming extravaganza—he married a rich girl who could hang, and they’re going all out for their tree trimming. You’re cautiously hopeful at seeing the gang again. You hope no one loses a hand.

“Family?” he asks cautiously. You explain to him. “Ah. Yeah. The band is doing its usual thing. But … there’s a New Year’s party?”

“Ok.”

Mary traces his finger up and down your torso. “You could … come if you wanted?”

You bury your nose in his hair. “I could do that, Mare.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You feel Mary melt a little further into you, and you extend your internal time limit.

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Rufo the Clown: Red Silk (revised)

An Empty one-shot

Warnings: face fucking, spanking, restraints, biting, knifeplay, bloodplay, choking

Rufo sat on his girlfriend’s couch with his head leaned back and his eyes closed. His hand moved up and down, slowly stroking his cock while he thought about what he planned to do to her.

They hadn’t been dating long. It was only his third time visiting her as her lover, but Rufo was tired of holding back. He didn’t mind being a gentleman, treating her the way a lady should be treated, but he had darker urges when it came to sex. It wasn’t so different from his urge to kill. It was simply something he had acquired when he possessed Marco’s body which, by the way, came with it's own dark desires. He wanted to hurt her. To cut open her skin, rip into her flesh with his teeth and taste her blood. So far he had only bitten her, but it thrilled him and he wanted more. What better time to push her to her breaking point?

He listened to her footsteps as she crossed from the bathroom to the bedroom door. He could hear every move she made and if he had really tried, he could have listened to her heart beat. It was a pretty neat trick to have especially in his line of work. The bedroom door creaked and she tiptoed down the hallway, pausing when he finally came into view. Rufo rolled his head forward and opened his steel blue eyes, grinning as he looked over her body while his hand moved a little faster.

Wet hair hung loose. A heart pattern t-shirt with no bra. Red shorts that were so tight they left nothing to the imagination and her eyes were glued to his hand, watching as he stroked himself. He smiled wide enough to show teeth too perfect to be natural.

“Come over here.”

It wasn't a request and she rushed to obey. She learned quick, he had to give her that.

She stepped in front of him and he watched her struggle not to fidget with her hands. Sex with him still made her anxious. Good.

“Like what you see baby girl?”

She nodded, her eyes drifted down to his cock.

“Then get on your knees.”

She dropped to her knees and he grabbed her wet hair, forcing her face down to his crotch. The tip of her tounge hesitantly swiped the head of his cock before slipping back between her lips. Brat.

“That’s not going to work tonight doll.”

Rufo pulled her head back so he could look into her eyes and dipped his hand down the front of her shirt. He squeezed her breasts then painfully tweaked her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they strained against the fabric of her t shirt.

“I think I’ve been too easy on you. In fact, I think I need to fuck some fear back into your body. What do you say?”

Her eyes went wide and her lips parted in a soft gasp. He liked that look on her face and shifted to sit on the edge of the couch.

“Lets try this again.”

When he pulled her head down the second time, she made sure to take his cock in her mouth. She swallowed him down to the back of her throat, almost gagging in the process. Rufo held her there and enjoyed the feel of her struggling before he finally let her up for air. Thick strings of saliva trailed from her open mouth and connected to the head of his cock. Her eyes were red with tears and she quickly sucked in a breath of air before he pushed her back down. His other hand slid down her back to her ass and he squeezed hard enough to make her moan.

“That’s it baby. Just like that.”

Her mouth felt good wrapped around him, her tounge worked him just as much as her lips. Rufo moaned and raised his hand over her ass before bringing it down in a harsh slap. Her body jumped and he knew it had to hurt. He tightened his grip to keep her in place and slapped her just as hard on the other cheek. She tried to cry out, but couldn’t manage anything but a muffled sob around his cock. Rufo slapped again, over and over, alternating sides until finally, she tried to pull away from him. He yanked her head up, grabbing her bottom jaw as he brought his face down to hers.

“Did that hurt?”

She nodded, her swollen bottom lip protruded in a pout and Rufo laughed in her face. He knew it would take more than a couple of slaps to the ass to really hurt her. Hell, he’d done more than that in their short time together. She was pushing his boundaries, so he figured he might as well push hers right back. Rufo stood and picked her up by the head as if she weighed nothing. Her legs kicked out into empty air while he carried her down the hallway to her bedroom.

“You better suck it up sweetheart. I’m just getting started.”

He cackled and threw her on the bed. A red silk scarf materialized between his hands as he climbed on top of her and used it to tie her wrists to the headboard. She held still for him and he grinned, happy with her sudden decision to obey. He’d never lost his temper with her, she wouldn’t still be alive if he had, but she knew just how dangerous he could be.

“Spread your legs.”

She lifted her knees, opening herself up just as he’d instructed. Rufo stripped off his clothing then climbed between her legs. A flick of the wrist, and a knife appeared in his hand. He watched her and ran his tongue over his teeth while he tested the sharp edge of the blade against the pad of his thumb. She struggled and pulled against the scarf, but she could try forever and never get out of those bonds. He had made sure of that.

“What are you going to do with that?”

The look on her face was driving him crazy. It was somewhere between fear and anticipation. He moved the tip of the knife to her hand and lightly scratched a trail down her arm, across her breast and abdomen, then finally came to rest at her mound. She was so close to tears, he could feel her body shaking underneath him.

“Why, I’m gonna use it to cut you up doll. You should try to hold still. Wouldn't want me to slip now would you?”

Her whimper made his cock throb and he pressed the flat of the blade against her slit. The thin material of her shorts was already damp and turned a slightly darker shade of red. Rufo smirked as his eyes flicked up to her face.

“Filthy girl. You’re not wearing any panties.”

Her cheeks flushed and he chuckled as he grabbed the crotch of her shorts. He pulled the material out away from her skin before slicing through it with one quick flick of his wrist. The blade almost nicked her skin causing her to flinch. Just the way he wanted. One look told him how wet she was, but instead of touching her he left her needy and exposed. Rufo ran the knife under her shirt and lifted, cutting it up the middle. The heart print pattern split in half and fell away, revealing nipples that quickly stiffened. He spared a moment to tease them before he grabbed her breast and squeezed. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her tits harder into his hand. No, she was enjoying it too much. He slapped her across the breast and she looked up at him with hurt in her eyes... so he did it again and again until her skin was puffy and red.

Once he was satisfied with the hand print, Rufo raised the knife to her hot skin and sliced the side of her breast just enough to bleed freely. Her jaw dropped open as he lowering his mouth to the cut. The sweet taste of her blood filled his mouth and he moaned while she screamed. He worked his way down her body; slicing and biting across her ribs, her stomach and finally her thighs. He watched her pussy as he sucked on the inside of her leg. She was even wetter now. Throbbing. His eyes followed the trail of blood and bruises covering her body until he could see her sweat soaked face. Her breathing was erratic, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed and her eyes half lidded while she panted. She was at the limit of her pain tolerance and as much as he wanted to push her past it, he enjoyed having a girlfriend.

Rufo tossed the knife off the edge of the bed and pushed two fingers inside her cunt while he moved his mouth to suck on her clit. Her eyes snapped open. She screamed his name and tried to sit up, but the scarf held her down. Her pussy squeezed around his fingers, clenching as he pumped them in and out. She was wet enough so he added a third finger and curled them up to press against her g spot. She screamed when she came, but he didn't let up. He fingered her through her orgasm and didn't stop until she collapsed, limp on the bed.

Her insides were still twitching when he pushed his painfully hard cock deep inside her, filling her in one swift stroke. Rufo moaned and lifted her hips in his hands, bouncing her in his lap as he thrust in and out of her.

“You’ve got a great pussy baby. Always so wet and tight no matter what I do to you.”

No answer. He dropped her hips and changed the angle so he was leaning over her body. His hands rested on either side of her chest as he continued his steady rhythm. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep. She was out of it and that just wasn't going to work for him. He ran his hand along the side of her face before slapping her. Hard. Her eyes snapped opened but it took another slap before she finally focused on him. His hand moved from her face and closed around her neck as he picked up his pace. Rufo squeezed tighter and pounded into her, fucking her harder and faster than he ever had before. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, the bed springs sqeaked to his rhythm and he watched her eyes roll in her head. Her face was starting to change from red to blue when he felt the familiar tightening in his groin. Rufo thrust a few more times before he came, spilling his load deep inside her. He lowered his forehead to rest against hers and one final spasm followed a groan of pleasure, then it was over.

Rufo released her throat and watched her color return as she sucked in deep, sobbing breaths. Honestly, he would be surprised if she was able to speak tomorrow morning. A dark ring was forming around her neck but he knew some tricks with makeup to help her hide it from public view. He didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about his girl... or else he’d have to punish them. He smiled. He knew he was starting to feel the slightest hint of affection for her and it made him feel almost human again. She was entertaining and accepted what he was, which was a feat in it's own. Not only that, but the sex was great. She’d proven she could take physical punishment and he was willing to bet with some work, he could push her even further.

Rufo untied her and held her close while he stroked her hair. He told her what a good girl she was and how well she did and he meant it. He was proud of her. His desire for blood and violence was temporarily sated and he finally felt content, laying there with her in his arms.

[livin-la-vitale-loca]

Another One Bites The Dust

Dante x Reader

In the aftermath of an apocalyptic party, you have a chaotic yet cute moment with the coarse and unpredictable leader of Devil May Cry.

Short-ish. Sweet? Based on a dream I had. Notes at the end. No readmores cos I’m slumming it on mobile. Dante is a trash man that likes garbage, deal with it.

Language and bein sick warning, but otherwise no outstanding adult content.

Let’s rock this bitch.

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Mission Success Parties in the run down headquarters of Devil May Cry were the stuff of legend. Pizza, loose women, handsome men, and more booze than you could shake a cursed sword at flowed through the doors of the office like rain washing over a desert. Dante rarely had money, and lamented its absence sorely, but when those sweet, sweet big ticket checks dropped, he was no longer a grubby demon hunter, instead suddenly transforming into something more like a hedonistic nobleman from an age gone by.

Your last memory of this particular party was being spun around on Dante’s overstuffed office chair by a woman wearing nothing but a long, green wig; drink in your hand and delirious laughter bubbling from your chest— But the room just seemed to keep spinning, faster and faster and increasingly blurry after you slid off the chair and onto some broad flat surface, wincing as you caught the first light of dawn through the windows.

All too suddenly, you were yanked into the next day by the sharp yet far off sound of breaking glass.

With a start you came to, slowly realising where you were. Your sore body was draped unceremoniously over Dante’s large wooden desk in the main front office. The chair had been pushed over, and the mystery woman’s green wig lay forgotten over its arm. You reached out to touch it and frowned. There was a near-full handle of mid-tier scotch haphazardly duct taped to your hand.

You groaned and shut your eyes as you turned away. The sound of heavy feet and bass guitar brought you back, urging you to tune back in and crack your eyes open to take stock of the state of your body and the room around you. Sunlight filtered through the dusty high windows to assault your squinting eyes. A sense of disgusted pride passed through your mind. It looked like the apocalypse had come and gone in fevered decadence, right here in this office. You rubbed your forehead with your free hand and glanced down: Your pants were gone and Hell knows where, leaving you clad only in a black thong— with one breast peeking over the collar of an unfamiliar white tank top that was definitely not yours— one of your legs sporting a single, ripped thigh-high fishnet stocking. Vague memories of strip poker came lazily back into your vision, but you grimaced and banished them with a small shake of your head.

Your arms moved sloppily in an attempt to push you into sitting up, scattering papers and knocking the ornate telephone over. A letter with screaming red words threatening PAST DUE, NOTICE OF IMPENDING FINE stuck to your face, either by the moisture from your sleepy drooling or spilled alcohol, you couldn’t tell.

You cast your eyes groggily around the main office, scanning the slumped remaining figures and the empty pizza boxes and beers littered about the floor. A vintage neon jukebox pulsed it’s lights to the beat of a song you had yet to properly identify. You turned to the back of the room, where the source of the crash himself was sauntering down the stairs.

Dante Sparda, in naught but his skin, a pair of faded burgundy boxer-briefs, and a single dirty leather glove. You should have known.

He still seemed pleasantly intoxicated as he stomped noisily down the creaking stairs, kicking cigarette butts and other bits of party debris out of his way with his bare feet. In time with the music, he picked up beer and liquor bottles from where they crowded the banisters, lazily shaking them and emptying them of any drinkable contents before throwing them, with excessive drunken force, into a large aluminum curbside trash can. He shifted the admittedly not-so-filthy metal bin underneath his arm casually, his inhuman strength unfazed by the burden. Dante shook his shoulders and hips and shot finger guns to both you and the the jukebox in the corner behind you, his raspy voice calling out with the music. Queen, Another One Bites The Dust. Of course it was.

You scrunched up your face with a lopsided smile.

Dante had absolutely zero talent for singing, and obviously didn’t know all the lyrics to this song. He elected to mutter and hum, mumbling the occasional word, and when that famous note hit, he just screamed into the can under his arm while gyrating his hips. The legendary devil hunter Dante, screaming like a parrot as he basically air humped a trash can; you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. He saw you looking and winked, settling the can back under his arm and doing a small leap from the bottom step.

You turned back around and rolled your eyes, peeling the notice off of your face and letting your head slump back down. You hummed into the leather of the desk cover and pounded your free hand on the smooth wood to the sound of the beat.

Dante sidled past and slapped your ass lazily, giving a chuckle when your otherwise engaged hand shot up to flip him off from around the scotch bottle. You saw in the reflection of some forgotten highball glass that your face had FINE splashed backwards across your cheek, stained into your skin from the letter you passed out on.

You sat up and saluted him with the bottle of liquor still attached to your hand. This proved to be a terrible idea and the room immediately swam around your head in protest, the smell of booze hitting your nose like a train. Your self preservation belatedly kicked in as a wave of nausea crashed over you.

You closed your eyes and half slid, half fell off of the desk.

The office floor seemed to rock beneath your feet as you ran to the downstairs bathroom, tripping blindly over discarded boots and what you suspected was a sleeping body. Thankfully the door was open and you crashed in, only to groan loudly. An unconscious party-goer was passed out on the floor, cuddling the rim of the toilet seat. You cursed frustratedly, peeking your head back out the door. Your panic grew like the approaching bile in your stomach and your hazy mind attempted to gauge the distance from where you stood to the gutter outside.

Before you could make a pantsless mad dash to the front door, Dante whistled and slid the trash can in front of you like a bartender serving the next round. You gagged again at the unwelcome image in your mind. The metal skid along the uneven floor until you stopped it with your foot, just in time to loudly empty your guts in full view of the rest of the room. Thank Satan himself that no one else appeared to be awake. Dante whistled again and turned around in a rare show of modesty, clapping along to the breakdown of song, a nearly nude parody of Spanish flamenco.

CLAP

CLAP

CLAP

CLAPCLAP

You grimace and spit, raking a hand down your face. Your mouth tasted like shit, but you couldn’t even begin to wonder where your bag was, and you knew you were in no shape to navigate the stairs to Dante’s room where you kept a toothbrush and a few articles of clothing. You shrugged defeatedly and backed back into the bathroom, grabbing a random pink toothbrush from a cup beside the sink, proceeding to brush your teeth and gargle with scotch straight from the bottle. You rinsed your mouth out one more time and took a swig of the liquor, biting your lip as it burned its way down your throat.

Dante came into the room behind you and reached over your shoulder, grasping the bottle still duct taped to your hand, pulling your arm over your head so he could steal a drink as he ground his hips lazily on your ass.

“Baby Doll don’t you look fresh as a daisy.”

You scoffed.

“C’mout here and help me clean up,” he drawled, “you’re missin one hell of a sho-ow.”

He dragged you out of the bathroom by your liquored hand, nudging the sleeping man’s legs to the side. He left you to lean on the wall as he ran to the jukebox and bumped it with his hip, causing the record to warp and the song to start over.

Dante smiled as he pulled you into his arms with a smirk. Your free hand locked with his gloved and you stumbled and swayed with him, mostly avoiding the unconscious bodies on the floor, trading sips from your bottle while you shouted along to the song.

A smile teased your lips. You were drunk again and howling into your liquor like it was a microphone. He gave your forehead a small bump with his own before peeling away and hefting that awful fucking trash can into his arm again.

You bent down and picked up a few empty beer bottles, tossing then to Dante, who threw them in the trash can, once again hard enough to shatter. He accompanied every bottle with a little shout between the lyrics of the song. You turned away and drunkenly bobbed your head, shaking your short hair out and losing yourself in the music. With your eyes closed, you had no idea he had set the trash can down, and picked up something entirely different and possibly infinitely more dangerous,

“Out of the door way the bullets RIP—“

A loud bang rang out with no warning, echoing off walls of the building and startling a few people awake. One woman covered her ears and gasped, another instinctively clutching her high heels and scrambling for the door. The man passed out around the toilet shot up, eyes wide, and immediately slipped and fell into the tub, knocking himself back into unconsciousness. You looked up from where you had dropped, eyes burning and mouth hanging open.

Dante was posed dramatically with a hand on his crotch and his other arm straight up in the air. In his raised hand he held a long revolver, smoke still drifting from its barrel. The drunk idiot had shot a gun. Into the ceiling. A real gun. A loaded gun. Inside the office. Beneath rooms that people could have been sleeping in. With his state of undress you were shocked, honestly, you don’t know where he even found that gun. Of all the weapons decorating the walls and shelving, you’d never seen it before in your life.

Your shock gave way to a momentary rage,

“DANTE WHAT THE ACTUAL ENTIRE FUCK?? WHY WOULD YOU DISCHARGE A FIREARM?? IN THE OFFICE. INDOORS. INSIDE?? AT TEN IN THE GOD DAMNED MORNING?!”

He smirked, lowering his arm and twirling the gun on his finger.

“Cmooooon, baby, they’re blanks!” His speech slurred slightly as he put his other hand on his hip, looking every part a smug western hero, “This little beauty’s name is Inside Voice.”

He bit his tongue and smiled wider, pleased with his inane answer that you suspected was a ridiculous on-the-spot lie.

It took you a second to register the sheer absurdity of what he was saying. Then it clicked and a laugh so loud and unexpected burst out of you with enough force to make you trip. You tried to keep the look of anger on your face but it was no use. Your mind reeled. What dumbass had a gun specifically for firing indoors? As if you even believed that. The hole in the ceiling told a different story, and try as you might to wrestle yourself back into annoyance, you couldn’t do anything but laugh. You’d never admit it, but maybe the best thing about being around him was that even after all these years, the bastard could still just up and Absolutely Shock you. Dante laughed when he saw he was forgiven by the look on your face. You put your hand around your waist and kept laughing so hard you slipped on an uncollected beer bottle and fell backwards, landing in a heap on the couch. Eyes watering, you continued to giggle uncontrollably, ripping at the tape on your hand to completely upend and empty the bottle. You took a ragged breath and shifted, dropping the now empty glass onto the floor boards and letting it roll away with a clatter beneath the couch. Dante danced his way to you to the rhythm of the ending song, still chuckling gently as he let his weight fall on you, straddling your hips beneath him on the sofa. He tossed the gun onto an end table and leaned down over you

“Hey! I’m gonna get you too, another one bite—“

You interrupted him, pulling his head down and biting his exposed neck.

Up close he reeked of liquor, sweat, and smoke, and his stubble scratched your face. But you buried your hands in his hair anyways and when his mouth met yours to kiss you the taste of scotch was rich on his tongue.

He sighed into your kiss and manoeuvred himself further on to the couch to lie beside you, and then beneath you. A quiet giggle escaped your lips and he wraps his arms around you, holding you to his chest. The warmth of his body and the slight sweat of his skin radiates beneath you. Dante’s chest rose and fell with his steady breathing, punctuated only by small, contented noises as you traced circles on his skin. The track on the jukebox skips a few times and moves to the next album. You let your eyes close and slowly drift back towards sleep, dizzy and sick and so heart-achingly happy.

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Author’s ishkabibble— possible nsfw thoughts ahead:

Okay y’all I know V is The Best Boy and all but hes just too pretentious and fragile to be realistically fuckable. Those of you that can write him into an appealing sexuality are masters of the art of fic on a level I will never attain. Sure, V is objectively attractive, but let’s be real: he’s a demure makeout sesh after a glass of red wine following on the heels of a candle lit dinner. MEANWHILE Dante is a beer in one hand, your titty in the other, raw-dog fuck in the back of a van. And I mean hey, I can’t help it I have A Type.

That dude is gross and I love him. Forgive me for just how casually disgusting this fic was, but as much as we all wanna forget; Start-Game DMC5 Dante didn’t even flush his fucking toilets cos he was hobo-ing his broke ass up in his own home.

Anyways thanks for reading. Pls feel free to message, tag, reblog or reply w feedback and/or insults. This is the first fic I’ve written in Years.

[bloodiedskirtts]

The Safest Way To Go | Part Two: I love that no one knows

Summary: Parties are always trouble

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Angst, cheating, smut 18+

A/N: TAG LIST IS OPEN!

Feedback is always appreciated! Thanks for reading. I hope you guys like it! Gif not mine, credit to owner.

Safest Way To Go Masterlist

‘Are you coming to the party tonight?’ she asked, turning to Bucky who was looking at his camera, with a concerned look on his face.

‘Earth to James,’ she teased, as she turned back to the stove. She was cooking breakfast for them, wearing just his t-shirt and her panties. It had been a week since they had their argument, she had come home three hours after leaving. She told Grant she had a headache and he left her back to her apartment. He offered to bring her up the stairs, but she shook her head, telling him she could manage, they had a elevator anyway. She dodged his kiss before slipping out of the car. Thankfully, all her friends had left and Bucky was in his bed when she got back. Without a second thought she had her dress pulled off and was climbing into bed with him.

He didn’t protest when their lips crashed together, and he hadn’t complained about her wearing his clothes since then. Especially not when she was cooking him breakfast in just his t-shirt. Her hair was a mess from the night before and that morning. He bit his lip before lifting his camera and snapped a few pictures of her.

‘Are you taking pictures of me without my consent, James Buchanan Barnes?’ she asked, with a smirk on her face.

‘I am an artist,’ he replied with a shrug.

She crossed the kitchen to where he was sitting, straddling him with a smirk.

‘And what does that make me?’ she asked, as his fingers gripped her hips, bringing his lips up to ghost over hers.

Just as she moved closer to him, his phone binged, she grabbed it from the table beside him. Her heart dropping when she saw it was that girl from the coffee shop that he was texting. She got over his lap as he handed him the phone, before she returned to the stove.

Bucky sighed as he quickly typed a reply, his eyes quickly focusing back on the woman in front of him. His eyes on the soft curve of her ass, where it met her legs that he wanted desperately to be wrapped around his head right now.

‘So are you coming?’ she asked.

‘Wait what?’ he asked, his mouth suddenly dry.

‘Tonight? To Scott’s party?’ 

‘Eh, sure, doll,’ he replied as she put his plate down in front of him. ‘Who is coming tonight?’

She smiled, sitting across from him, ‘Steve and Peg, obviously. Sam will be there preying on the sorority girls. So Natasha will be there to keep in him line. I think Sharon is working though which sucks.’

‘Anyone else?’ he asked, his mouth full of bacon.

She made a face, ‘Who else is there? Oh...I guess you can invite coffee shop girl, if you want.’

Please, God don’t invite her, she thought to herself. Her stomach dropped as she pushed her eggs around the plate, her appetite suddenly disappearing.

‘Naw, doll. Think it should just be the old gang,’ he teased, getting up to grab some orange juice.

Her eyes focused on him, the way his muscles in his back rippled as he stood up. She bit her lip as her eyes fell to the material of his boxers which clung to his ass, waiting for him to turn around so she could see the sizeable bulge. However, she was shaken from her thoughts when their door opened.

‘Sam, I gave you that key in case of emergencies,’ she laughed and he threw himself on the couch.

‘This is an emergency!’ he whined, ‘I had a Tinder date last night and she won’t leave.’

Bucky and Y/N looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Peggy and Nat were sitting on her bed as they got ready for the party. All three of them were already tipsy, Y/N shaking her ass at the Rihanna song that was blaring out of her speakers. 

‘I look hella cute,’ she said as she posed in the mirror, holding her cup of vodka and coke in the air. 

Nat giggled, throwing her arms over her shoulders as she examined the crop top and skirt co-ord she was wearing.

‘Will there be some fucky for Bucky tonight?’ the red haired giggled at her own joke.

‘I am not drunk enough to answer that,’ she retorted before she pulled the two girls out of the room when she heard Steve shouting at them to hurry up. Their Uber was waiting outside for them, Nat was asking the driver to turn up the radio because she ‘loved this song’. Steve rolled his eyes at her as he took a swig from the beer he had smuggled into the car. 

‘You rebel,’ Y/N hissed in his ear, as he poured some of the bitter liquid into her mouth.

They shouted their thanks as they got out of the cab, all of them fumbling to give the driver their money. Okay, maybe they were a bit drunker than they had originally thought. Y/N immediately fell into Bucky’s side, who steadied her as they walked into the frat house. Sam was immediately bro hugging people and Steve was dragging Peggy to the beer pong table. She laughed out as Nat meet some of the girls she knew from dance. Leaving Y/N with Bucky, she intertwined their fingers and joined Peggy and Steve at the now empty beer pong table. 

‘Me and Buckaroo here against The Queen and Golden Boy,’ she shouted as she helped Steve line up the cups. ‘And we both know you are going down.’

‘You better have the skills before you run your mouth, baby girl,’ Steve teased, grabbing a ping pong ball.

She didn’t know how long they were playing but the end of it she was more than a little tipsy and she had lost miserably to Steve. Peggy and Steve made a really good team, while she had terrible hand-eye co-ordination. Bucky was really doing all the work on their side. It didn’t stop her drinking almost all the cups. She leaned her head on Bucky as she congratulated the other team. Her eyes widened as Beyonce started playing over the speakers, grabbing Bucky’s hand and dragging him onto the dance floor. Her fingers were in her hair as she grinded her ass into Bucky’s crotch as Beyonce and Nicki Minaj sang about feeling themselves. She felt his hot hands on hips as he pulled her closer to him, his lips brushing over her neck.

She whimpered softly, before jumping away from him, he let out a groan at the lose of her body against him. 

‘We are doing shots!’ she screamed, pulling him back towards the drinks table, where Sam was standing chatting up a tiny blonde girl. 

‘SAM AND SAM’S FRIEND WE ARE DOING SHOTS!’ she screamed.

The blonde girl, bit her lip, eyeing Sam up and down, ‘Why don’t we do body shots?’

The suggestion was a bad, bad idea. But Y/N was too drunk to think anything of it. She clapped her hands together, ‘Fuck yes. I like you! Let’s give the boys here a show first.’

She winked teasingly at the girl, pouring a shot and shoving it into her cleavage, thankfully it stayed there. She poured a tiny bit of salt on her boob which was spilling out the top of her crop top. The blonde girl winked at Sam before licking the salt up, she even managed to pull the shot glass out with her hand behind her back. Y/N popped the lime slice in her mouth which the petite woman eagerly took, eyes locked on Sam. 

‘Okay, lemme try that,’ he said, as Bucky was pulling the zipper of Y/N’s skirt down. She slapped his hands away.

‘What the fuck?’ she asked, eyes wide. 

He shook the bottle of tequila, ‘Belly button?’

She laughed as she collapsed into a nearby chair, laying as flat as she could so he could pour the cold liquid into her belly button. She shivered at the feel of his tongue on her skin. 

‘No salt or lime?’ she asked, when he smirked up at her.

‘Naw, am hardcore,’ he slurred. 

She laughed at him before jumping up, Sam was making out with the blonde girl now. Leaving the body shots to just her and Bucky. She licked his neck, noting how his skin immediately goosebumped and his hands gripped her waist. She poured another shot, pushed the lime slice into Bucky’s mouth and poured the salt onto his neck. His grip tightened immediately as she licked up the salt, she threw the shot back before going to take the lime from his mouth. He spat it out before she could, her lips colliding with his, tongues fighting for dominance. 

Her back was crashing against the nearest wall as Bucky’s hand gripped her hair, making her weak at the knees. 

‘Upstairs, upstairs,’ she gasped as she pushed him away. Her lipstick was smeared around her lips, her hair was a mess and she wanted him so desperately. He pulled her through the party, ignoring the daggers Steve was throwing him when he noticed them heading up the stairs. As soon as they found an empty bedroom, Bucky’s lips were on hers again. She was unbuttoning his shirt as he unzipped her top. Clothes were going flying, until he was in his boxers and socks and she was wearing her lace panties and heels.

‘Were you planning on getting lucky tonight?’ he asked, eyes on her overtly sexy underwear, as he pushed her down on the bed, giving her the chance to kick her shoes off. He was kissing down her neck, leaving angry marks along her breasts, as he licked and nipped and pulled at the sensitive flesh with his teeth. She was already a moaning mess when his tongue met her peaked nipple, he knew exactly how to make her come undone beneath him. And that’s all he wanted, he was trailing kissing down her body, pulling her panties off with his teeth. She lifted her hips and let him see her completely naked. She shivered, but it wasn’t the cold, it was the way he was looking at her. He took a step back pulling his socks off before kissing her inner thighs. 

‘No, Bucky, fuck I just need you inside me,’ she groaned pulling him up and over her body.

Her fingers were now pushing his boxers off and he was groaning as her fingers wrapped around his erection.

‘Shit, fuck,’ he snapped. ‘I don’t have a condom.’

She pulled him in for a kiss, ‘I’m on the pill and I’m clean.’

Because the only person I’ve slept with is you, she thought, biting her lip. 

He nodded, as he rubbed the tip of his cock over her folds, focusing on her clit as she squirmed under him. He eagerly shoved inside her, knowing he wasn’t going to last long because of the alcohol. And she was already wrecked as her nails dragged down his back, as his sloppily thrust in and out of her. Since the night she had ended things and they had agreed that they should be friends with benefits and then never stopped, there was no love making. It was brutal fucking, sure Bucky went down on her, he loved going down on her. But there was no languid, thrusting as they whispered about how much they loved each other. They were both chasing their release, both chasing the intimacy they once shared, both chasing the feeling off the other in their arms.

One of his hands trailed down her body, rubbing over her clit as he fucked her. 

‘Fuck, Bucky, yes there,’ she moaned, as she felt her orgasm coming. She bit down on her lip, screwing her eyes up but couldn’t help the pornographic moan that escaped her lips when she reached her peak. Bucky wasn’t far behind, spilling inside her with a moan of her name. They lay there for a moment, breathing heavy when he rolled off her. She always found that orgasms were the best way to sober up. Her heart ached as she watched him, maybe she should tell him that she wanted him to be more than this. More than a quick fuck when they were both drunk. But then she remembered seeing him in his bedroom with that other woman and she couldn’t.

She wasn’t going to let James Barnes break her heart again. She shuffled off the bed and quickly redressed, giving up for her searching for her panties in the clutter.

‘I’ll see ya back down there,’ she said, before heading out the door.

Bucky let out a groan, what was he doing. She was the girl of his dreams and he was using her for sex. He knew she could never trust him again, but he didn’t technically cheat on her. She had said they should go on a break - how very Ross and Rachel of them. He dressed sullenly, looking at his phone, which had twenty new messages from Wanda. He rolled his eyes, he didn’t even like the girl. He had asked for her number after Sharon told him that Y/N was on a date with a guy from her class. And now she wouldn’t stop texting him. He hadn’t even slept with her, they met up a few times and sexted when he was horny and Y/N wasn’t around.

God he was such a fucking idiot. He huffed for a bit longer until the door was pushed open, he looked up eagerly to see if it was Y/N come back for him. But unfortunately, it was Peter Quill and a sorority girl. Quill stopped when he saw Bucky.

‘Ah man, you did not fuck someone in my fuckin’ bedroom,’ he groaned. 

‘Just warming the bed up for you,’ he teased, as he shoved Y/N’s panties into his pocket. 

He headed downstairs, searching for her in the crowd. His heart dropped when she saw her chatting to a tall man with black hair. He had his hand on her hip and was whispering into her ear, his back to him. This must be the guy she was seeing from her class. It was time for him to go home, he decided, not telling anyone he left the party. He had fucked everything up, he could never get her back, he didn’t deserve her.

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Criminal || jhs

Excerpt: ‘"You've always liked it when I'm in control," you continued to move his head with your hand intertwined in his soft locks, moaning slightly as his fingertips traced up the outside of your legs ’

Genre: smut, sub!hobi, dom!reader, switch!hobi & crime!au

Length: 1.8k

A/N: looookkkk sometimes i need some bratty sub hobi?? and we need more hoseok smut, tell me where it at??

also there is smut but some plot before i guess lol 

WARNINGS: oral / dirty talk / sadomasochism / overstim / face riding / handjob / dick ride 

"Stop resisting arrest!" Your hands gripped onto the bright yellow police tape, as you pulled it over your head to get a closer look at the scene unravelling in front of you, watching the man in front of you grin and punch the policeman in front of him, before ducking and swivelling to kick the legs out from another officer, causing the man to fall backwards.

You couldn't help yourself as you watched, rooting for Hoseok, whose actions were so fluid it seemed as though he were dancing. A glint of metal caught your eye and they widened as he flicked out a knife, and brandished it watching as the men surrounding him backed away to a safer distance.

"Put down your weapon!" The commander shouted causing everyone to fall silent and stay still, but your eyes were locked to Hoseok; blonde hair growing brown at the roots with almond-shaped brown eyes and you felt your heart flutter as he smirked at you. You knew what was coming because that was your agreed on signal for when he was in a sticky situation, and you slowly moved closer, your stomach churning in anticipation.

Hoseok twirled the knife in his hand before looking directly at you again, "If you don't let me go, I'll take something extremely valuable," he laughed and winked at you before sprinting towards where you were standing and grabbing your arm, pulling you into his side. "Give me a minute to get away and I promise not to kill this gorgeous hostage."

This wasn't the first time he had used you as a fake hostage, and instantly you began to kick and scream, your voice loud and shakey, "please just let him go. I don't want to die." He placed the knife to your throat and you looked at the commander, mouthing words that begged him to spare your life. It was the same act every time and as the commander's eyes softened as he slowly looked around at his men.

"Lower your weapons men, we cannot risk harming the civilian,"  the men grumbled as they lowered their rifles, walking away from you and Hoseok who finally lowered the blade from your throat which had been worryingly close. His fingers intertwined with yours as he turned and sprinted.

Your feet carried you faster than ever before, adrenaline coursing through your body as you turned the corner and jumped onto the back of Hoseok's motorbike, listening to him rev the engine quickly before taking off through the packed city streets, your hair whipping in your face as you nestled your face into his back.

Hoseok wasn't innocent, you had known that when you had first met him during a robbery where he had taken a liking to you, managing to steal your heart as well as priceless jewellery; they didn't call him the crime lord for no reason.

The motorbike continued to zip through the streets, leaving you to think about what an amazing boyfriend Hoseok was, as you waited to arrive at your shared apartment. After you had first seen him, you had been the one to hunt him down, scouting out possible places and crashing an art heist to ask him on a date.

Your boyfriend was so kind and gentle when it was just the two of you, helping you to cook food and cuddling you at night when you were cold. But there was another side of him, Hoseok the crime lord who had no mercy, taking whatever he wanted and slaughtering those who got in his way. It was a side that often appeared in your bedroom, but you could easily make him stop with a snap of your fingers.

"We're home, princess," he had already climbed off the bike, his arms encircling your waist as he pressed kisses to your cheeks, "someone deserves a reward for her amazing acting," you smiled against his lips and licked his nose with a laugh.

"Someone needs a punishment for putting me in danger again," placing your hands on his, you squeezed before gently running your nails down his arms, watching his eyes widen with understanding as he took a step back to allow you to wrap your legs around his waist.

Instantly your lips found their way to his neck, nibbling into the flesh and laughing as he yelped in pain when you bit down to hard, only to try to get to the apartment faster so he could reap his revenge, "I'd never let them hurt you, princess," he mumbled and you realised he was upset.

So you delicately pressed your lips to his, smiling slightly at the way they perfectly moulded into one another. Hoseok finally broke the kiss when your back was pushed against your apartment door, you flinched as the cold seeped through your top and clung tighter to your boyfriend as he fiddled with the key.

"Can't wait to have you on your knees for me, doll," Hoseok's face rested in the crook of your neck as he swung the door open, pressing small kisses to the sensitive flesh before biting down as he finally stumbled into the bedroom.

You lightly jumped out of his arms and landing, you placed a hand on your hip and raised an eyebrow, "I already said you were being punished, so you're o your knees tonight my prince." Hoseok licked his lips, his eyes sparkling at the nickname before he dropped to his knees, his hands resting on your hips tenderly as he pressed a kiss to your navel.

"Eating you out has never been a punishment," he began to unbutton your jeans, continuing to press light kisses to each new piece of flesh that was uncovered, his nose gliding over your cotton panties before he let out a breathy chuckle when you gripped his hair and shoved his face into your crotch, desperate with need.

"You've always liked it when I'm in control," you continued to move his head with your hand intertwined in his soft locks, moaning slightly as his fingertips traced up the outside of your legs before reaching the sides of your panties and pulling them down to collect with your jeans just under your knee.

With his hands pressed flat on your stomach, Hoseok slowly pushed you onto the bed, "let me do all the work," your thighs unconsciously squeezed the sides of his head as you began to rock your heat in his face, trying to suppress the moans by smirking at him.

"I intended to, so open your mouth up, little prince," and as his lips pressed a kiss to your clit before his tongue delved into your heat with long, slow licks. Your head tilted back in bliss as your mouth seemed unable to shut, a line of drool left the side of your mouth as your moans became louder.

As he heard these reactions he began to laugh, the vibrations causing you to squirm even more as his tongue pushed into your tightness and prodded at your hot walls causing you to jolt. Your cheeks felt on fire as he continued to lick at you in different angles, changing every time he felt you were becoming used to his motions.

"You're such a good boy," you groaned until his hands snaked up the back of your thighs to squeeze the skin and give it a hard spank causing you to try and sit up, although the feeling of pleasure that followed the pain was overwhelming and made you even more on edge.

But just as you found yourself tensing and reaching the height of your climax, Hoseok pulled away. Or tried to, as you grabbed his head and stood up so you were riding his face that was now tilted backwards.

“Open your mouth. I’ve got something to fill it with,” you growled and he let you fulfil your desire as you rubbed your heat against his nose and lips, reaching your climax and falling forward as your tense muscles finally relaxed. Looking down at him and seeing his face glistening with you, you found your heart swell with love and desire for more.

"My turn yet?" Hoseok asked, licking his lips as he climbed onto the bed, laying on his back and resting his hands behind his head, "babygirl, come over here." You raised an eyebrow to warn him that he was still being punished and as you crawled across the bed and straddled him, grinding your wet core onto his jeans, he knew there was more coming.

You pulled off your shirt so you were fully naked before turning to his jeans which you unzipped and yanked down his muscular thighs before slapping the skin with a grin when you saw his hardening cock bob with the contact, "my little prince is so easy to rile up," you pushed your hands up his toned stomach, taking his top with it before pulling it off his head and pressing your breasts into his chest.

"Next time you better not get caught," you began to palm him through his boxers, watching a wet patch form before you dipped your head and pressed your lips to his length over the fabric. Smiling as he shuddered and clenched his muscles, head thrown back and quickly your hand dove into his boxers and tightened around his length, causing him to not release.

You pulled his length out and sunk onto his length, watching his eyes roll back as he tried to control himself from moving when he was so sensitive from dry cumming, and as you slowly began to lift yourself up and ease back onto him you could tell it wasn't going to last long.

"We don’t need a safe word. You should handle everything I want to give you,” your words made Hoseok shoot up, pressing kisses to every part of your face before he kissed your lips seeking forgiveness with such passion. Instantly your thrusts sped up as his hands began to massage your chest, but when he looked at you he could tell that you weren't going to stop his punishment.

With a heavy sigh, Hoseok pressed one last kiss to your lips before smirking, "Fuck that, you're ruthless. I'm having a safeword," he paused as he pretended to think of one, his hands continuing their movements and his lips nibbling at the lobe of your ear before whispering, "let's make it criminal."

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Dumb idea for a prompt but abo modern au Jack comes up behind Rhys in a long line at maybe a grocery store or department store and Jack uses the opportunity to be an obnoxious flirt

I made this into a thing where Rhys is shopping after a heat and feels gross, but Jack hits on him anyway :D Modern ABO AU where Hyperion is just a normal company :0

The day immediately following Rhys’ heats was always the worst.

Sure, the inevitable pre-heat panic that set in no matter how many times Rhys has done this was always a bit of a hassle, but preoccupying himself with meal-planning and supply shopping managed to distract him from his anxiety until he was comfortably holed up in his room with plenty of blankets and toys and emergency snacks on hand. The actual heat itself was usually pleasant enough—Vaughn took care of most of the day-to-day chores and checked in on him periodically, and his suppressors prevented the dizzying and potentially dangerous fevers he used to experience.

But even his top-of-the-line medications couldn’t do anything to soften the inevitable post-heat drop.

Rhys had groaned audibly when he’d woken up this morning to find that the mindless need clenched in his belly had finally abated, leaving him with feeling weak and tired and starving. His room had been a mess, far from the usual immaculate state he liked to keep it in. Half of the blankets that had been periodically piled on top of his bed and twisted around his body during his heat had spilled onto the floor, and several of his pillows were still damp with either drying sweat or slick or saliva. He’d kicked a dildo out of bed as he’d swung his legs over the side, trying to re-balance his center of gravity as he’d looked for some clothes to throw on.

Jeans were too tight around the butt and crotch, so he opted for a pair of navy sweatpants that had been tossed onto the floor. He shivered, still cold from the sudden change in body temperature, so he grabbed the old Hyperion sweatshirt he’d gotten from the intern program and zipped it up around his trembling frame. He cuddled into the soft, well-worn neck of the sweatshirt, fairly content to burrow back into his bed and nap the rest of the day away when his stomach snarled at him.

He rubbed his face with a sigh, before hobbling out towards the kitchen.

However, Rhys was mortified to find his ice cream shelf in the freezer completely empty. His jaw fell open, but he aggressively sniffed back the annoyed tears threatening to build up in his eyes. Oh no, no, he wasn’t going to be one of those omegas who cried after their heats, no matter how much he might want to due to the lack of ice cream.

He peered around the house, hoping he could find Vaughn and whine enough to get his best friend to go out and get ice cream himself, but a message on his ECHO quickly told him Vaughn had long left for work, apparently confident that Rhys’ heat had resolved. Rhys pouted, groaning lowly to himself as he looked towards the door. He really, really didn’t want to go out in this state.

But….but ice cream, the hungry little id in his brain needled at him. Rhys frowned down at his stomach as it growled again.

“Traitor…” The omega whined as he shuffled off in search of his shoes.

As Rhys waddled through the ice cream aisle with a series of plastic slaps, he made a mental note to himself to buy some god-damn flats next time he went on a shopping spree. The bright yellow flip-flops glared accusingly back up at him, a constant reminder of how sloppy and thrown together he really looked.

His hair was a mess, presumably. He hadn’t even bothered to take a look in the mirror before he had left, knowing that it was a limp, tangled mess that couldn’t be salvaged without a shower. He rubbed the heel of his palm against his eye, cringing at the feeling of gunk clinging to his lid. He was a total mess, an eyesore compared to the young professionals and soccer moms flitting through the grocery store grabbing lunch or buying groceries. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to focus on which type of ice cream he wanted and not the bizarre looks he was probably receiving for his disheveled appearance.

His fuzzy brain spent five minutes trying to decide between Mocha Almond Fudge and Strawberry Swirl Cheesecake blast before he finally dumped both into his basket, hobbling towards the check out counter. The line was long, much to his dismay, so he tried to drift off into daydreaming about eating his ice cream, when a sudden nudge to his side jolted him out of his reverie.

“Hey.”

Rhys blinked dumbly, turning around to look at the man behind him.

His nose, even stuffed up as it was, could instantly tell that he was an alpha. And a pretty handsome one at that—all broad in the chest and shoulders, with bronzed skin and a charming smile and eager, twinkling eyes. He was definitely Rhys’ type, if he were at a bar or browsing dating profiles, but he was at a supermarket and post-heat and honestly embarrassed about his current appearance. He averted his eyes, subconsciosly tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.

“Hey, uh, sorry, did you need something?” Rhys gestured vaguely to the rows of impulse candy and other items flanking the cashier lanes.

“Oh, I suppose you could say that, cutie,” the strange alpha grinned, showing off a pair of long, attractive canines. A confused, awkward smile flitted on Rhys’ lips.

Cutie? He had on old, unwashed sweatpants, greasy hair, flip-flops…was this guy blind?

“What ya got there, huh?” The alpha peered into Rhys basket. “Ooh, ice cream. Looking for something sweet, kiddo? Good, ‘cause I’m pretty sweet on you.”

Rhys stared back, flummoxed. The line moved ahead without him for a moment before he managed to stumble forward, not sure how to respond. Pre-heat, he wasn’t surprised when alphas tried to flirt with him, their judgement impaired by pheromones driving them to shack up with an omega for a week’s time. But post-heat—post-heat, unless there was a bond or intimacy present driving an alpha to care for him, there should be no reason for one to try to get with him. Especially when he looked like hell shoved into a bag and kicked off a cliff.

“You…really…” Rhys couldn’t stop the disbelieving tone from invading his voice as he replied to the strange alpha, “is this like…a dare from your buddies or something?”

“Buddies? You think I’m putting you on, sugar?” The alpha placed a hand to his chest in mock-offense. “Please. I’m a gentleman.”

Rhys chuckled softly, a little blush crawling over his cheeks as he unloaded the tubs of ice cream onto the conveyor belt.

“You know…if I knew I was going to meet a handsome alpha at the store, I would have dressed better…” He sighed as he tugged his sweatshirt around him, suddenly self conscious. But the alpha raised his eyebrows, looking at Rhys like he was crazy.

“Crap, if this if you not trying, then I’m pretty sure if I ever see you all dolled up my knot would fall off,” he smirked as he dumped a bottle of expensive wine, a box of condoms, and three huge bags of pretzels onto the counter. A happy smile flickered on Rhys’ lips as he paid the cashier, stuffing the pints into his backpack.

“Really…I mean, I clean up pretty well, if I don’t say so myself,” Rhys quipped, rubbing his arm as the alpha paid for his own items, shrugging them into a reusable bag.

“Oh yeah? Well, that’s something I’d like to see. If you’d be up for it, sweetheart.” A business card flicked slickly into the alpha’s hand, quickly passing to Rhys’ eager fingers.

“Go home, eat some ice cream, take a shower….then call me if you need me. Could use some help finishing this wine, yanno.” He winked, firing a finger gun at Rhys before disappearing through the supermarket entrance. Rhys remained, stunned, as he stared at the name engraved onto the business card.

Jack Lawrence, Hyperion CEO.