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daydaydayrk420 · 26 days

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Caveman

Logan Howlett (Wolverine) X male reader

⚠️male reader, forest sex, animal attack, dom bottom Logan, sub-top reader, choking, cock warming, creampie, alcohol, animal hunting, biting and scratching⚠️

🚨 Minors and girls do not interact 🚨

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Trees.

The soft sound of water drops hitting the crowns of the green echoes.

Trees. Bushes.

The bushes are filled with variants of berries.

Trees. Bushes. Animals.

Animals.

That's what he's after. Food. Prey.

Y/n has been camping in the woods for a while now. He calls it "A break from society." It's been peaceful so far. Calm even. He always hunted the smaller critters so he wouldn't waste food.

Tonight feels colder. Too quiet. Too calm for his liking. Like, calm before a storm.

He's sitting by his campfire enjoying the nice weather of October. The night isn't too cold and the fire makes his surroundings the perfect temperature.

The trees are rustling as the wind picks up. Y/n looks up at the moving trees. Lately, he's noticed that the trees have strange claw markings on them. One day there are only claw marks facing from top right to bottom left and then the next day there's a second mark over it facing top left to down right. He doesn't know what it means but it's no animals job that's for sure. He's not the only one in these parts of the woods anymore. He has to keep his guard up.

Y/n is far from camp hunting. He tracked a small critter to a cave. He holds his bow and arrow as he looks around. His back is facing the cave. Little did he know there's a pair of eyes watching him from inside the cave. Heavy breathing is echoing through the walls but the rain silences it out. A simple growl and gravel creaking grabs y/n's attention. His head snaps towards the cave, bow, and arrow aimed at whatever threat lurks in the shadows. The footsteps get closer.

Y/n looks down and tilts his head. "Wolverine?" He whispered and lowered his bow. The animal tilts its head as it watches Y/n. Y/n doesn't kill the critter. It's too big for him to eat this night. And he can't put it up to dry in this weather. He lets the critter go and watches it run off. "What's a wolverine doing in these parts of the woods." He asks himself and continues walking to find a squirrel or something.

He managed to catch a groundhog. Even though it's mostly fat it still has enough to eat for the night. He can use the fat for the fire if necessary. The meat's cooking on a flat rock above the fire while Y/n's making more arrows.

He feels as if someone's watching him. He pushes that feeling to the back of his head and keeps sharpening his arrows. He makes sure his bow is near as he keeps his senses on high alert.

A bench snaps and Y/n is quick to act. Aming his bow and arrow at the cause of the sound. He starts to panic once he notices a large wolf. He can't fight that thing. Not with these arrows. "Shit"

Y/n slowly walks back and keeps his bow aimed just in case. But that's not so easy. Y/n stumbles over a rock and falls on his ass. He groans and looks for where his arrow fell. Then he hears the wolf whimper and run off.

Y/N's head snaps to where the wolf once stood but all he sees is a big man. His hair is long and messy and his beard could use a trim.

"What are you doing in these parts of the woods?" His voice is low and rough. It pierces through y/n and he's at a loss of words. "Uh... um..."

The man grunts in response. "Cat got your tongue?" Y/N just blushes as he watches the man. "Thank you... For saving me." He managed to say as he stood up.

The man nods and starts walking away. Y/n panics and jogs after him. "Wait!"

The man keeps walking. "What's your name?" Y/n asks as he keeps up with him. The man doesn't respond and keeps walking. "Wait hold up! I have to thank you." "You already did." The man huffs. "Then tell me at least your name." Y/n pleaded. The man huffs and stops. He faces y/n and looks over him. "Why were you camping there anyway?"

Y/n stops too. He looks down. "Just taking a break from society."

The man's expression softened in understanding. "...I'm Logan." His voice isn't as rough as it was earlier. "What's a kid like you doing away from society anyway." Logan said and continued walking but at a slower pace.

"Just... Everything got so overwhelming ya know..." Y/n shrugged and walked by his side. Logan only nods.

They walk in calm silence through the forest. They pass by some animals but don't think much of them.

"Ya know that groundhog you had is probably burned to crips now..." Logan said as they stood watching some deer drink from a lake. Y/n suddenly remembers about his camp. "Fuck... It took me two hours to find something in this weather..." Y/n groans. Logan looks at the younger man. "I... I have some gas station sandwiches in my camp if you're hungry." Logan suggested. He doesn't know why but somehow being around another guy who's also escaping society makes him want to keep him around.

Y/N looks at him surprised. He wants to decline but the way his stomach grumbles makes him answer instead. Logan chuckles and nods towards a cave and says. "Follow me." And without question he does.

Why is y/n following him? No clue. But he feels safe with him. That doesn't mean his guard is down. No of course not.

It's not a long walk to Logan's cave. It looks like he's lived here for a long time. "Where do you sleep? I don't see a cot or anything." Y/n asked as he looked around. There's a radio, an empty bottle of whiskey, a picture of a woman. He tilts his head and is about to ask about her but he's interrupted by a plastic box with a sandwich thrown at him.

Y/n catches it in time and looks at Logan. "Thanks." Logan nods and goes to the small radio. Y/n watches as Logan searches for a station. "I need to get me one of those." Y/n joked. Logan chuckles.

Y/N opens his sandwich and watches Logan move. Eventually, Logan stumbles upon a Willie Nelson song. He leaves it on. "Oh, I know that one." Y/n piped in. Logan looks at him surprised. "You know Willy?" Y/n nods. "Yeah. And I listen to this song the most." He chuckles as the familiar melody of 'cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other' plays from the crappy radio.

Logan chuckles. "You know it because it's about gays don't you" Y/n laughs at his assumption. "Maybe. But that doesn't change that I know Willie Nelson." They both laugh.

Y/n eats his sandwich slowly, savoring the taste, and hums along to the music. He's practically zoned out and doesn't notice how the older man is watching him.

"Do you drink?" Logan asks to get y/n's attention. The younger man looks up at him and shrugs. "Yeah sure, whatcha got?" He asks as he watches the caveman move around. "Whiskey." He holds up the unopened bottle. "But uh... I don't have any cups or anything so we'll have to share the bottle." The older man said and opened the bottle.

"I don't mind." Y/n shrugged and finished his sandwich.

It's been hours. The sun has set and the woods are filled with laughter. Logan and Y/n are laughing and singing along with any songs from the radio they know. Logan can surprisingly sing really well but he doesn't comment on it. Logan's arm is wrapped around Y/n's shoulders as they sway side to side. They have probably drank two bottles of whiskey and now they're staring another. Probably. Who knows. Definitely not them because they are drunk.

Y/n takes a long swing of the whiskey. Logan calms down from his laughter and looks at Y/n. He looks so hot. He doesn't know if it's the way the moonlight reflects in his eyes. Or the way his Addams apple bops when he swallows. Or if just that he's drunk out of his ass and his months of zero human contact are making him realize how fucking horny he is. He takes the bottle from y/n and takes a swing.

Y/n lets out a groan of protest and tries to reach for the bottle but Logan stops him. He sets the bottle down, pulls y/n into a kiss, and lets the whiskey pour into the younger man's mouth. Y/n gorans and swallows as much as he can. Their tongues mingle together and Logan drops the bottle which shatters on the stone but neither of them cares. They're too focused on their makeout.

Logan pushes the younger man back against the stone wall so he can straddle him. He feels his thigh being gripped almost instantly and lets out a low growl in response. He notices how the older man is strangely heavy but doesn't question it. In fact, he likes it.

"Damn it, kid..." Logan grunts and reaches for y/n's belt. Y/n looks at him with hazy eyes. He's drunk and making out with a stranger. But at this state, he could care less. All he wants right now is to have that caveman bouncing on his dick. "A little help?" Y/n is snapped out of his thoughts by Logan's question. He looks down and realizes he's trying to remove his pants. He lifts his hips up a bit so they slide down far enough for his dick to spring free. He shivers at the cold air.

Logan lets out a growl and takes him in his hand. He teases the tip and kisses the younger man's neck. Y/n just moans and throws his head back. "You wanna fuck my ass, don't you. Yeah. I think you do. I can smell it." Logan grunts as he undoes his belt. Y/n whines and helps Logan with his pants. The older man smirks and lifts up so he's just on his knees and his crotch is touching the younger man's chest. "good boy" Y/n shivers at the praise. Or maybe at the cold air touching his heated dick.

Logan gets up to kick off his pants before he sits back down. He doesn't waste time and lines up. "Wait you'll tear!" Y/n gripped his hips but Logan shrugs it off with a simple "I'll heal" before he sinks down. They both moan out. It's been a while since Logan has been fucked in the ass but hell if he's not happy that he's being filled. Y/N? He's whining. He's not a virgin no. But having a big heavy caveman clenching and sucking his soul through his dick with his ass is making him woozy. And by heavy he means heavy.

"Yeah just like that. Fuck this hairy ass like your life depends on it." Logan groans as he lifts up halfway and lets his weight do the work. Y/n claws at Logan's thighs. He doesn't know how much pressure he's using but the way Logan groans with each deep scratch makes him want to do it everywhere he can.

Y/n meets Logan's bounces and thrusts up into him. Logan throws his head back and wraps his hand around the younger man's neck. Y/N gripped the older man's thighs tighter and gasped for air.

"Fuck I can feel you twitching. Are you close? Already?" Logan growled which sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. "We just got started." The older man huffed and squeezed the younger man's throat again. Y/n whimpered and lifted his hands to dig his nails into Logan's hips.

Logan loosens his grip and lets the man breathe. The younger man gasps for air and watches how the older man bounces so fast. He's slowly questioning how old the caveman is and if this is good for his knees. But he's too lost in pleasure to talk.

"Fuck I'm close." The older man groans. He hates to say it but it's been so long his stamina isn't as good. The younger man whines and sits up to mark Logan's neck. Logan tangles his hand in his hair and grips it tightly. Y/N cries out, bites down on his neck, and cums deep into Logan. The older man groans throws his head back and loses balance. He sits on the younger man with full weight and cums over their hoodies. Y/n keeps his arms around Logan and lays them down. He ensures he doesn't pull out as he covers them with a blanket Logan had lying around.

He can feel that his hips are so fucking sore. He wraps his arms around Logan and cuddles him close and caresses his back. Y/n doesn't notice but all the scratches and bite marks he's left behind have healed. Leaving no signs of what just happened.

They both fall asleep almost instantly. Will the alcohol allow them to remember what they did in the morning? Who knows. But the cum stuffed in Logan's ass definitely will remind them.

#wolverine x male reader #logan howlett x male reader #x male reader smut #top male reader

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shanastoryteller · 2 years

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Happy holidays!! Could we get a continuation of the Lady Mo au, please and thank you!! 💖

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18

Between jumping off the cliff, the spar, and various other almost deadly stunts he's managed to get away with doing with no one noticing, his core has grown enough that he can probably manage to track his curse mark back to his owner.

Wei Wuxian is still pretty sore, since he'd had to bolt from the healers halfway through to prevent them from finding said curse mark. He should be completely healed on his own by tomorrow, though, which is a welcome difference to having to heal at the ordinary, painfully slow pace of someone without a golden core.

"You should at least go to the cold springs," Sizhui frets, hover anxiously at his side.

He's such a worrywart.

"Don't you have lessons you should be attending?" he asks.

Jingyi winces, which is a yes.

"You're hurt," Sizhui insists.

He rolls his eyes. "I'm fine, you're all so dramatic. You should have seen some of the - uh, nothing. Get to lessons, I don't want to hear it from your great uncle if you're late."

It doesn't seem like Lan Qiren will ever be fond of him, although at least he seems to consider it his duty to be courteous to his nephew's wife, even if he's constantly radiating disapproval anytime he's nearby.

It takes some more prodding, but the kids eventually go on their way with a promise to see him after dinner that sounds like a threat. He almost goes back to the jingshi, but the cold springs don't actually sound like a bad idea.

He's alone when he gets there and strips down to just his inner robe before getting in. The warm summer air means there's more steam than normal. Wei Wuxian blames that on not notice that he's not alone.

"Xuanyu."

He jumps, slipping on the rocky bottom, and is saved from falling back by a large, warm hand on his wrist.

Lan Zhan is standing in front of him, shirtless and very close and wet, and he's maybe had a dream or two like this before.

"Wangji," he returns, trying to make his voice come out level. "I know I didn't hit you hard enough to make you come out here."

"It clears the mind," he answers, and it takes Wei Wuxian a moment to realize something is off. Lan Zhan isn't looking at his face. Instead, his gaze is just a bit lower.

He flushes, realizing that in the water his thin inner robe is basically transparent. "See something you like?" Lan Zhan jerks his gaze upright. His guilty discomfort just eggs Wei Wuxian on. "I am your wife. You're allowed to look.” He leans forward until they're pressed chest to chest, his body plastered against Lan Zhan's.

Either that's a rock or Lan Zhan is happy to see him. In the cold spring too! Wei Wuxian thinks he's flattered.

"You're quite skilled with the blade," he says, settling his other hand against the small of his back. It feels so warm there, like the heat from Lan Zhan's hand is seeping into his skin.

"I'm skilled at lots of things," he says, even though that's not really true, especially in this body where he's barely explored the equipment.

This is wrong. Lan Zhan doesn't know who he is. The body he's in doesn't even belong to him.

He means to pull back, but then Lan Zhan lowers his head and kisses him. He gasps and Lan Zhan deepens the kiss. Wei Wuxian is so dizzy with all the sensations that it takes him several moments to taste the alcohol on Lan Zhan's tongue.

"You've been drinking," he says after breaking the kiss. "We shouldn't do this."

"You are my wife," Lan Zhan says and Wei Wuxian's body feels hot all over. "I am allowed this."

Wei Wuxian has some compelling reasons one why Lan Zhan doesn't want this, but then he reaches beneath Wei Wuxian's inner robe, running his hands up his inner thigh to the hottest part of him, and all those very good reasons they shouldn't do this fly out of Wei Wuxian's head.

He's already died a virgin once. It seems a shame to do it twice.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #spanish-moth #untamed

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drabbles-mc · 2 months

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On the Ledge

Mike Duarte x GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smoking, light angst

30 Fic Challenge with prompts from This List: scrosciare- the action of rain pouring down or of waves hitting rocks and cliffs

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: i've been rewatching SVU from the beginning and i know that Duarte doesn't come around till way way later in the seasons but it still got me thinking about him and here we are!!

It was a particularly loud clap of thunder that pulled Mike from his sleep. He came-to, eyelids heavy in contrast to the sharp breath he pulled in. Through closed lids he could still catch the flash of lightning through the bedroom window—neither of you closed the blinds anymore since you were both up before the sun anyway.

He reached for you, expecting his hand to find you in the twisted mess of sheets you always seemed to tangle yourself up in. It was only when his hand fell to a flat, empty mattress that he forced himself to open his eyes. His eyes were only open halfway despite his best efforts. The room was dark, the storm outside muting the haze that the streetlamps usually provided. Still, he was able to see that you weren’t on the bed, weren’t in the room.

Taking a deep breath, he sat upright, the sheet falling so that the fabric pooled in his lap. Bringing his hands to his face, he wiped at the sleep that was gathered at the corners of his eyes. He blinked a few times, eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness. He gave himself another moment to adjust to being awake, and then he peeled the sheet away, swinging his legs so that they were dangling over the edge of the bed.

His bare feet landed silently on the throw rug next to the bed. His footfalls were quiet as he made his way through the apartment, but even if they hadn’t been, the sound of the rain battering the roof and the metal fire escapes outside would’ve drowned it out anyway.

It wasn’t often that Mike found himself waking up to an empty bed, especially not when the two of you were staying at your place. Since that was the case, he had a feeling he knew where you’d gone, and it wasn’t very far. He slowly and carefully made his way through your living room, over to the large window that opened out onto the fire escape. The window you were currently sitting on the sill of, legs hanging outside onto the fire escape.

You’d been so focused on the rain, the sound of it, the way it felt hitting your feet and the bottoms of your legs, that you hadn’t noticed Mike making his way up behind you. it wasn’t until you felt his fingers lightly trace along the nape of your neck that you knew he was there. You flinched at the contact, turning to look behind you, but even as you looked you knew who it was. Who else would it ever be?

You nearly flicked away the cigarette that you were holding onto, but it was too late to try and hide it now. It was perched so nicely between your fingers—you saw the way that Mike’s eyes trailed from your hand, up your arm, and to your face once more. He didn’t comment on the smoke, or the guilty look in your eyes about it. Instead, he leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to the top of your head before managing to slide down next to you on the window sill.

He mirrored your position, the rain and runoff from the roof above you splattering off the lower parts of his legs. He frowned as he watched it happen, and after a couple seconds, he finally spoke up. “This isn’t comfortable.”

You laughed, harder than you meant to, harder than you thought you’d be able to considering your mood before he showed up. You shook your head at him before bringing the cigarette to your lips for another drag. You spoke, allowing the smoke to swirl out from between your lips with each word.

“You don’t have to sit here, you know. You can go back to bed.”

He shook his head. Waiting for a moment, he reached over and took the cigarette from you and brought it to his own lips instead. It got a chuckle out of you, but you didn’t fight him on it. It was a filthy habit—you both knew that full-well. You didn’t smoke often, Mike even less than that. You blamed it on the stress, as a joke sometimes Mike would blame it on you because some of the only times he ever found himself smoking were in situations like this. Not that he ever sounded all that upset about it.

You’d always loved the rain. When you were younger, you loved it in the same way that most children do. But as you continued to get older, you grew to find it refreshing, grounding even. The world felt like such a mess, and with your job being what it was, it felt impossible to get away from it sometimes, but when all you could hear was the sound of raindrops on metal and concrete, when you could feel the cool patter of it against your skin, for a moment it felt like everything was going to be okay.

Mike clearly didn’t feel the same way, you could tell by how he was fidgeting as the water trailed down his legs. You hummed in amusement as you reached to steal your cigarette back. You leaned your head against his shoulder as you took another drag. The contrast between the warm skin of his bare shoulder against your cheek and the cool water against your legs was more grounding than you could’ve ever hoped for.

“What was it this time?” he finally asked.

The long exhale through your nose brought with it a stream of smoke. He could feel the way that you were shaking your head against his shoulder. “You know.”

He hummed in understanding. He turned his head as best he could to look at you. He watched as you snubbed the last of the cigarette out on the exposed brick to your left. “Wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head again. “I don’t think so.”

Silence grew between the two of you, but it was comfortable. Your face pressed against Mike’s shoulder, his arm looping behind you so that his hand could run up and down your back. The rain continued to hammer down around you, the occasional clap of thunder and flash of lightning breaking up the sameness of it all. Mike knew that the sound, the light, it wouldn’t make you flinch, but part of him was still waiting for it anyway.

The two of you watched the building across the street from you, not able to make out any details between the darkness and the rain coming down. But what you could see, was the lights that would come on and off as people woke in the middle of the night. Maybe they had kids that couldn’t sleep through storms, maybe they were getting water or a midnight snack. Maybe they were slipping out the door after a one-night stand. The possibilities were endless, and on a different night you would’ve talked Mike’s ear off about them all.

You felt Mike’s leg twitch against yours, the sensation of rain not calming for him the way that it was for you. His reaction made you chuckle. Lifting your head up from his shoulder, you said, “You really can go back in, you know.”

He shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“You hate this.”

He looked at you. “Hate’s a strong word.”

His palm was still pressed against the small of your back, and you soaked in the warmth that was emanating from it. You could feel it even through the fabric of the oversized shirt that you’d worn to bed. Closing your eyes, you tilted your head back just slightly as you tried to focus on all of the sensations around you rather than the racing thoughts inside you. Mike could tell, too.

“Talk to me.”

You held the breath you’d just taken in, let it linger deep in the base of your throat. It wasn’t anything that he hadn’t heard before. He probably knew that, too, and you told him as much. “It’s nothing new.”

He shrugged, unbothered by the notion of it the way that he usually was. “Tell me again, then.”

Despite the heaviness in your chest, you found yourself smiling. Mike had this simplicity about him, in the way that he spoke. Sometimes it was infuriating. Other times, like this, it was amusing, comforting even.

You folded your arms across your chest. Staring down at your legs, watching the droplets run down them, you said, “What if I can’t ever come back?” You looked at him, eyes starting to get glassy. “What if I never shake it?”

His lips dipped down into a pensive frown. He gave a slow nod as he turned the words over in his mind. You knew that there was no way he hadn’t thought about the possibility. Each day that went by, he had to feel that it was more and more likely. How could he not?

“Then we’ll find something else for you.”

You nodded, but it slowly shifted into your shaking your head. “Something else,” you repeated the words carefully. “I don’t even know what else…”

“There’s time,” he reassured you.

You sighed, but you didn’t argue back on it. “I hope so.” You felt him twitch slightly again and you laughed as you reached and patted his thigh. “C’mon, let’s get back inside.”

“I’m fine.”

You rolled your eyes as you managed to carefully get yourself back inside your apartment. “You’re twitching like you’re about to start melting.”

“That’s what happens when you’re made of sugar,” he said with a smirk, looking over his shoulder at you.

You laughed, a real one, one that came easy in a way that most things didn’t lately. You held out your hand for him to take so you could pull him back inside. “Come in before I shut you out on the fire escape.”

(divider by @silkholland 💞)

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sissa-arrows · 1 year

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Hi,

Have you seen this?

Source : Radio France

Another stone in the downward racist and fascist spiral of Macron and his government:

"artists from Niger, Burkina Faso and Mali are no longer welcome on French stages: the Ministry of Culture asks to no longer program in France the artists who come from these three countries

We haven't hit rock bottom until we can still say we've hit rock bottom. That's why I wonder how many african countries Macron will manage to alienate before his announced coup.

It looks like he is very itching (Via Edouard Philippe and Darmanin who run his communication policy and transmit orders to the prefectures) to also break with Algeria and screw up the 68 agreement. He can sit on Algerian gas in this case, he will no longer see a drop of it.

I want Algeria to cut all connections with France and repatriate its nationals, and citizens with dual nationality who wish to abandon France. It’s time to decolonize our minds for good.

I was actually reading about it right before seeing the notification!

Macron is behaving as if the old generation was still controlling the continent in Africa. Except it’s not. The old generation started the process of decolonization when they were young now the youth will finish the process of decolonization.

For Algeria the 1968 accords are not respected by France anyway so they can stop them it won’t change anything.

That being said Algeria won’t and cannot cut all ties with France. The President of Algeria, Tebboune was asked why he doesn’t cut all ties and he basically said « okay what about our children who live in France? What will happen to them if we cut all ties with France? ». We’re basically hostages. Even if 80% of the Algerians living in France (including those with dual citizenship) leave to go to Algeria or even an other country. The 20% who will stay in France will be enough to stop Algeria from cutting all ties.

On top of it it’s harder for the old generation to leave. France now refuses to pay the retirement rent on Algerian bank accounts and if by some miracle they do pay you if you live in Algeria they lower your rent despite the fact that you worked and contributed as much as someone who lives in France. Our chibanis were scammed by French employers and now that they are old they can’t even go back to their homeland with their due they are legit forced to stay in France the majority of the year (used to be 6 months a year now it’s 9…)

There’s also the fact that some kids see themselves as French just as much as they see themselves as Algerians. They were born here they have a French-Algerian culture so it’s fair for them to not want to give up one country. Asking them to do so is kinda unfair. (Personally I consider that I’m not the one who gave up on France, France gave up on me. But it’s easier for me cause I’m 2nd gen only. Both my parents were born and raised (partially for my mom) in Algeria so I was raised more Algerian than French compared to other people my age who are usually 3rd or 4th gen and are therefore more « mixed »)

I’m kinda rambling but all Algeria can do is show us that we are welcome to come live in our country if we want to and honestly they are doing a pretty good job at it already.

#france #algeria #racism #French racism #neocolonialism

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wjehfshs · 1 year

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Ok your price daughter and your a hunter despite you could've become rookie you refused and also price was too scared to lose you.

But one day the task force 141 got a mission and go to a forest and that forest is where your hunting, so when the task force 141 got captured, ghost spots you as your hiding, you slowly raise your rifle and fire at the enemy leg making the enemy drop their weapon and you distracting the enemies.

This gave the task force 141 a chance grab the weapon and kill the enemies as one enemy runs after you, after The other enemies are dead price runs to find you, he sees your hunting rifle destroyed, as he imagines something terrible happen.

He finds you but your passed out from blood loss and a giant wound on your side while the enemy has his head crushed by the giant rock, price takes you to a medic as he thinks he's losing you as your slowly dying but you lived and ghost and soap end up a having a crush on you.

Jesus I’m finally getting to this

Fem reader, violence, poly relationship??, father price

I do just wanna say over the past couple months I’ve been in and out of depressive episodes so I have no motivation this is just a small boost so I’m gonna try and get as much done as I can but idk if I can get to every request

Price was terrified of ANYTHING happening to you

I mean even before you were born his (now ex) pregnant wife was pampered and protected by him, fearing something would happen to the two of you

When you turned 17 Price thought it would at least be a good idea to teach you how to hunt with a rifle, just in case yknow?

Once he was paranoid about you being hurt if he was gone for a long time so he brought you along to base while he was on a mission

That’s where it all started

By now you’re around 24 but price is still very protective of you, even if you are a fully grown adult

But you wanted to go hunting so you snuck out

That also just so happened to be where they had a mission

Next thing you know you’re hiding behind a rock as there’s gunfire, yelling, explosions, etc etc

Still, everything was a blur and you turn your head to see what happened to them, to your dad

They were tied up with zip ties and restrained on the ground

Ghost spotted you ducking your head around to see what was happening

You raised your rifle slowly, fuck you didn’t know if you could do this

I mean you had hunted animals before but never shot a human, even if it’s just to distract them

But you still aimed and fired, hitting an enemy soldier in the leg

The solider screamed something in another language out of panic and pain

Now switch to Prices POV, he managed to quickly break his zip tie with a nearby discarded knife

He shot the soldiers and freed the rest of the task force

“Captain, [name]’s out there we gotta find her” Ghosts breath was laboured from the adrenaline

Next thing they know they’re running around frantically

Price sees your hunting gun smashed, he thinks “fuck what if something happened?” His mind is running wild as he continues on to find you

They find you underneath a small cliff

A soldiers head crushed by a rock and you slumped down with your head lowered, blood staining your shirt

But you seemed to be alive, just passed out

Now back to your POV, you groggily awake in the hospital room at base, Ghost and Soap by your side as Price rushes into the room

Price engulfs you into a crushing hug, making sure to avoid your wound

“You stupid, stupid girl we thought you were dead” he grumbled at you, pressing kisses to your temple

As Price finally let you go you looked to the side of your bed, seeing a small vase with a few roses, signed “Love Ghost, and Soap” with a little heart at the bottom of it

#cod x reader #cod #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw x reader

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borrelia · 1 year

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Ok try two I'll make the cliffsnotes version this time since I'm too pissed to type all that text again. Fiona+ destructix leave him since he didnt wanna work with finitevus and is also a dick and they only listen to fiona in the first place really. All her goodwill for him has exhausted. He stays in moebius and tries taking over again and this time the suppression squad is ready for him and almost kill him multiple times but he lets slip he doesnt want to go to jail so they contact the zone cops. Zobotnik tries once more to rehab him under much more monitoring so he doesnt escape again but eventually gives up and dumps him into mobius prime with a control collar grafted onto him (zonic didnt like that idea but zobotnik said since he doesnt have a zone anymore it doesny rlly matter) Then he goes and asks mogul really niceys (destructix old boss can give ppl powers and such with chaos magic) for his speed back bc hes too scared to take the collar off but obviously mogul says no. Lol. And starts to harvest the anarchy energy from scourge in what is frankly quite the painful process. This goes on for months before scourge does self reflection and decides to change a little bit. And takes the collar off and manages to escape before collapsing ass up on sonics front door. Nobody has the heart to attack him or whatever now since hes pretty malnourished and quite frankly on the verge of death. So sonic mostly is trying nurse him back to health and they're talking kinda friendly (relative to their other interactions) and scourge decides maybe. He doesnt have to be a villain to be someone different from sonic. And hes asked sonic to join him before but that lifestyle didnt work so maybe he switches instead. Beats sonic at his own game. You know. Like a rival but more hardcore. Tldr is that he need to hit rock bottom and then his poor actions make him go even lower and someone else needs to bring him back up for this to properly. Work

slightly longer version of zonic moments is that scourge tries to ask him real niceys to let him go free or at LEAST stay in zone jail after zobotnik decides to kick him out. and since zonic is kinda on the fence about just letting scourge loose in mobius prime even if he does have a control collar he contemplates just locking him up in the monitor room like he did the first time. but thgen he notices that hes just trying to trick him and isnt actually. lowering his ego to ask for help he gets pissed off and tells scourge to kill himself. something about how even when he tries to be something unique at the end of the day hes STILL "evil sonic." how there never really was a constant between sonics and how that there was never any anti zone magic making him evil it was all in scourges head. he chose that lifestyle and only reinforced it after he met sonic prime. real hurtful stuff you know. and then he drags him out by the scruff onto the cosmic interstate and kicks his bum out of his zone

oh actually i forgor another bit where scourge keeps insisting that hes only a bad guy to prove hes better than sonic and zonic has to explicitly tell him he KNOWS thats not the case if scourge got that fucked up from just seeing one other sonic how fucked up does he think zonic is. see the difference here is that zonic despite seeing all these versions of him that are also arguably much better, has medium awareness and therefore is able to accept his niche whereas scourge is dying mad about it

i never poasted your other scourge redemption arc asks which is a crime. i like thinking about zonic extending a hand in sympathy and then pulling it back SIKE! YOURE A SHITHEAD. DIE!

#mewtuals #i read this all when u sent it i prommy i just immediately got distacted #long post #sonic

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itsuki-minamy · 1 year

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"AYAKA – SIDE STORIES 02" (Part 04/04)

"IZAKAYA "KAPPA" PROSPERITY STORY"

TRANSLATION: NARU-KUN

* List of Chapters

"Yes!"

Yukito hurriedly filled out the additional order forms that arrived one after another. Unlike normal business hours, however, there is only one dish. As long as he hadn't made the wrong number, it would have been difficult for him to make a communication mistake.

Anticipating this development, Jingi gave Yukito another role besides serving customers. Is...

"Yukito-kun, thanks again for the highball."

"Yes, I understand!"

There was a scene where he failed, but he was able to learn several things as a beverage manager.

Yukito returned to the kitchen and first told Jingi the amount of extra kakiage. And once again, he would make a drink at the work table.

(I think Jingi-san did it like this.)

While remembering the vivid handiwork of his master, Yukito created an amber-colored cup as if he traced it.

Although not as perfect as expected, it is a satisfying result for Yukito, including the fact that the process was carried out without any deadlocks. But...

"Was there too much whiskey?"

Perhaps it was because he mimicked his dedication that he skipped weighing the sake, so he could have ended up with a strong-feeling whiskey.

"Well, Jingi-san also said, "There is no drinker who gets angry because the alcohol is strong", so it's fine."

"Isn't that a good thing...?"

"Hey."

A muffled cry escaped from Yukito's throat.

Before he knew it, Jingi was behind him like a vengeful ghost in a horror movie.

"The cost is zero because we use ingredients that will be thrown away. The more you sell, the more profit you make. But alcohol doesn't work that way."

"Yes, it hurts, Jingi-san."

As he insisted, Jingi barely dug his ten fingers into Yukito's shoulders.

"I'm going to pretend I broke the whiskey and pay Azuki-chan later. So be careful with the amount. Not a millimeter, no, not a drop, you know?"

"I understand! I understand!"

When Yukito agreed as he writhed in pain, Jingi finally let go of his hand.

"Isn't that completely different from what you just said?"

Yukito blew up his cheeks like a balloon.

In front of his line of sight is the back of Jingi, who returned to cooking kakiage with long strides.

While the only employee accumulated dissatisfaction, the business of the Izakaya "Kappa" went smoothly like the flow of a river.

"It's selling out...! Kakiage with zero material costs is selling like crazy...!"

Jingi looked down and smiled. The tempura pot in front of him is still cooking kakiage.

But he is looking even lower. Coins and bills in a plastic garbage bag under his feet. Those are the profits he has made from his secret business so far.

"I can buy a lot of alcohol with this amount of money."

Jingi raised the corners of his mouth even higher. At the same time, he turned over the kakiage that was swimming in the oil with the chopsticks in his hand. The sunken surface exposes his face, revealing a vivid fox color.

"No, wait."

In the middle of turning over the second kakiage, Jingi suddenly stopped. And he began to think.

He got some money. Even so, if he buys a lot of expensive alcohol, or goes out many times to have fun in bars, he will soon hit rock bottom.

So why doesn't he make more money so he doesn't have to worry about alcohol for a while?

But even if he wants to, there isn't an infinite amount of materials he can use for free. If the current strong sales continue, they probably won't be able to open until closing time.

As a result of continuing to think like this, Jingi came up with a certain plan. However, this is a prohibited business in restaurants.

The seafood, meat and vegetables used in the kakiage are halved and the remaining amount is added to the batter. This saves material while maintaining volume.

"Okay, this will extend the time until the material runs out."

Looking at the kakiage, which had just been taken out of the oil and looked the same as before, Jingi nodded in satisfaction.

Also, continues the "reform" of Jingi. The next thing to do is the one that is the biggest obstacle to sales.

"Yukito."

Jingi called out to Yukito. He thinks that he was about to prepare a whiskey just now and was about to take out a glass.

"Aren't you busy with the crowded seats? I'll also be in charge of the drinks, so focus on serving the customers."

"Eh? If that happens, Jingi-san will be in trouble this time..."

Yukito frowned. Jingi, who continues to make kakiage incessantly, seems worried that he has more work to do.

"Leave it to me. Now, you receive orders from customers like bang bang."

"Haha..."

Yukito left the kitchen and went with the audience as if he was being kicked out.

As soon as he confirmed that, Jingi started working on the concept of a new type of highball. Even if the whiskey is watered down by the interest rate alone, customers will complain. To avoid it...

"I'll use the technique you taught me, Taki-chan."

While he said a name that seems to be a friend's, Jingi continued to make tall glasses according to the same procedure as before. However, the whiskey is definitely less than what Yukito was making. As it is, it's just a fine whiskey.

But this is where the technique really shines.

Finish with a tablespoon of undiluted whiskey.

The surface of the water is amber in color and a faint amber color falls on it like morning dew falling from plants. At first glance nothing has changed in the glass. However, the moment you drink it, the rich aroma of whiskey tickles your nose.

It was originally a technique to make the highball even more delicious, but Jingi used it to cheat the reduced amount of alcohol.

"Hey, I'm waiting for the highball."

From the kitchen, Jingi handed the new whiskey to the customer sitting at the counter. A young man in his early twenties wearing a cap.

"Huh? This whiskey... well, maybe it's just my imagination."

He bowed his head for a moment, but after that, the customer in the cap didn't seem to care and he started playing with his cell phone while he drank a scotch.

"...Okay, success."

Speaking with a voice that could only be heard by his own ears, Jingi clenched his fists in a position invisible to the audience. Apparently, the smell wafting off the surface of the glass fooled him well.

In this way, Jingi, who was blinded by the future price of sake, continued his business by making full use of his abundant technology and his simple tricks.

As a result, he managed to get much better results than originally planned.

He couldn't stop laughing at that. Even Yukito, who worked with him, had Ebisu's face all the time, to the point that he couldn't help but frown and say, "It's disgusting."

However, the wrinkle of the business, which seems to lengthen life time after time, has definitely come from the Izakaya "Kappa" side.

"There are only a few ingredients left. With this I can make some kakiage and there are a few left..."

Jingi clicked his tongue reluctantly.

With the passage of time, the number of clients had been considerably reduced.

There are still customers. The opportunity to earn money is in front of him. So what should he do?

"I can't afford to use tomorrow's ingredients or I'll lose the profit. It's a dough, we have to increase the dough to maintain the appearance of the kakiage!"

Reduce the number of ingredients to the limit and increase the mass to compensate. This is how kakiage was born, a fried food that was almost only battered.

"Jingi-san, I've been getting complaints that there are no ingredients in the kakiage..."

When Yukito came to introduce himself to the kitchen with a worried face...

"Then as an apology, I'll add another dish, no, two kakiage dishes!"

The exaltation was powerful, he presented two dishes with freshly fried "rebosado".

"Also, there are complaints that the whiskey is thin."

"Give the whining boy another drink! We can still make a lot of money!"

"It's already unreasonable."

Yukito let out a long breath.

Izakaya "Kappa" was no longer in a state that could be considered a decent restaurant. No, he doubted that it was decent from the start.

By continuing to serve only thin battered highballs and kakiage, customers disappeared from the store before closing time.

"All the customers went home angry."

"It was too much?"

Yukito and Jingi were standing next to each other in the kitchen, looking at the empty seats. Including the time of "Usagi", the space that was normally lively in "Kappa" has now become a way of just sitting in silence.

"Hey, should we start getting ready to close shop?"

Taking a deep breath, Jingi looked at Yukito.

"I'll clean the kitchen area, so take care of the bathroom."

"I understand."

After receiving instructions, Yukito headed to the bathroom with cleaning tools. He then he hung up the "cleaning" sign and closed the door.

"Do you want me to clean it too?"

Jingi also went to close the job. First, he removed the oil stains that had stuck around the stove. As he was thinking, something touched the tip of his toe.

It was about today's sales at the Izakaya "Kappa", which was packed in a plastic bag that was placed at his feet.

"If you win that much, it's your letter."

Looking at the greatly inflated bag, Jingi nodded in satisfaction.

Although the urge didn't last until the end, she was able to get enough funds not to worry about drinking for a while, that was his goal.

"If I wanted to, I would sell all the kakiage."

Jingi looked at the oil drainer in the sink. There, the kakiage, freshly fried and mostly covered in batter, was smoky white.

(It's a waste to throw it away, so let's feed it to Yukito.)

When she was thinking about such things, she heard the noise of the shop door being opened.

"Last chance...!"

Jingi's eyes widened.

The next moment, he pulled a plate from the shelf and quickly served the kakiage, which had lost its place to go. Force the client with that, no. If he provides it, he will have used up all the materials that were planned to be discarded.

Thanks for selling it. It can be said that it is the most beautiful way to close the curtain of the Izakaya "Kappa".

"Let's decorate it, the one called the beauty of the end."

A fearless smile appeared on Jingi's lips.

At the same time, he seemed to be pouring a whiskey, so he put ice in the glass without wasting anything.

But...

"Huh? There's almost no whiskey left for the highballs."

He shook the whiskey bottle in his hand, but he could only hear the faint sound of water.

Immediately, Jingi reached for a new bottle of whiskey and stopped halfway.

"If I open a new bottle here, in the future I'll drink less alcohol...!"

Why has he been doing this all this time? All of this must have been to avoid the dreary days of drinking mirin to satisfy one's greed for sake.

Remembering his original intentions, Jingi grabbed the whiskey bottle, which was nearly empty. In those eyes dwells the light of an unbreakable will.

(This is my way of life...!)

Weariness barked at his heart.

And, overlooking it, a bowl of infinitely clear, transparent water. Although it was meant to be a highball, it would not be.

If you dare to name it, it is carbonated water with a slight aroma of whiskey.

"Haa... haa... there's no going back."

As expected, there must have been several conflicts, and Jingi wiped his sweaty brow.

And right after that, he heard a rattling noise.

He sat down, the last customer at the counter.

"Wait for the kakiage and highball!"

Without even looking at the customer's face, Jingi put the food and drink on the table.

He had won.

After consuming all the ingredients and alcohol, they used up everything.

Complete victory.

That's what he thought until he heard that voice.

"Oh! It's nice to be served freshly fried food as soon as you sit down!"

"Eh...?"

Standing in front of the stunned Jingi was Momoko, who was in such a good mood that she was almost humming.

"I came here because I wanted to see Jingi-chan and Yukito-kun working. Hmm, it smells good."

Momoko clasped her hands together and curtsied as she inhaled the fragrant oil that rose from the kakiage.

"I will enjoy having this."

"Wait."

Momoko bit into the kakiage before Jingi uttered a voice of restraint.

It was fast.

The sound of freshly fried dough echoed through the quiet shop.

And the silence came.

Momoko didn't move from her stance to take a bite of the kakiage. On the other hand, Jingi was staring at her as he sweated like a waterfall.

Soon after, Momoko put her chopsticks into the plate of kakiage, and picked up a tall glass set next to her with the faintly whiskey-scented carbonated water that Jingi made. Then, she tipped the glass vertically and drank it all in one go, letting out a "yuck" sigh.

"Kakiage with no ingredients, carbonated water in the name of a highball. Did you serve a customer with such insincerity?"

Momoko quietly lowered the glass that only had ice on the table. Her eyes, which are directed at the truth, narrowed like threads. However, it was clear from Jingi's pale and grandly drawn expression that it was not a smile.

"You need to retrain yourself. Cooking and heart."

"Wait a minute, Momoko-san! I'll do it properly from now on! I'll cook sincerely! That's why..."

"Okay. Jingi-chan, you're a kid who can do it if you try."

Momoko got up from her chair without hearing the end of Jingi's persuasion. She then reached out to the other side of the counter.

"Come on, let's start special training now."

"Right now...?"

"Hurry up, my God."

Momoko's eyes narrowed as she answered the question, which caused her cheeks to tremble.

This time it was a genuine and loving smile.

"Fu, it's over."

Yukito, who was cleaning the bathroom, opened the door and went out.

It was a part-time job that started out tricky, but admittedly he had a lot of experience. To express his gratitude, he was working hard to clean every corner, but unexpectedly time passed.

"Jingi-san, what should I do after cleaning the bathroom...? Jingi-san?"

He looked around the kitchen and even the audience, but there was no sign of Jingi. However, there was half eaten kakiage and a glass of whiskey on the counter seat. Apparently, a customer came while Yukito was cleaning.

"Where have you gone?"

Looking worried, Yukito let out a breath.

It was 22:00 hours and the hands of the clock were approaching the closing time of the Izakaya "Usagi".

That night, Jingi never came back to the store.

The next morning.

Yukito woke up in his own bed on the second floor of the Amamiya residence where he was staying.

His body feels terribly heavy. That is probably due to physical and mental fatigue caused by unknown work.

After that, Yukito worked to close the Izakaya "Usagi" in his absence. In addition to having to do a job that could have been shared by two people, Yukito had his first day at a part-time job yesterday. When he finished everything with the manual in hand, it was already close to midnight.

Before Jingi, who overcame the difficulties and returned home, he couldn't be satisfied if he didn't say a single complaint.

Yukito returned to the Amamiya family in a trance, but the house was dark and even Momoko was absent, let alone Jingi. Yukito, who had been hit by a watermark on his shoulder, was tired and forgot to change clothes and take a bath, returned to his room and went to bed early.

"I wonder if Jingi-san and Momoko-san are back?"

Yukito muttered while he was still rubbing his sleepy eyes, then got up from the bed and left his room.

Right after that, the smell of miso soup tickled Yukito's nose. Also, the sound of a kitchen knife hitting a chopping board could be heard faintly from the first floor.

Stimulated by smell and hearing, Yukito headed for the kitchen on the first floor. What he saw there was the back of a young man in a pure white kitchen robe. In a way, Yukito is the person he wanted to meet the most.

"Wait, Jingi-san! Why did you suddenly disappear yesterday...?"

"I'm sorry!"

At the moment when Yukito, who had regained his anger from the previous day, was about to approach him, Jingi turned and bowed his head on the urge to hit his forehead against the ground.

"Yesterday, no, I want to apologize for everything I've done to you. I'm so sorry, Yukito-kun..."

"Umm... Jingi-san?"

Yukito involuntarily sent a puzzled look and said, "Did you pick up and eat something bad?"

"He's not the old Jingi-chan he used to be."

A voice came from behind. When Yukito looked over his shoulder, Momoko was standing with her back against the hallway wall. She is as beautiful as ever, but this morning the dark circles under her eyes stand out.

Did she stay up all night?

"You retrained with me. Right, Jingi-chan?"

"Yes! From now on, I, Sagawa Jingi, intend to do my best in everything I see! I will never do anything to make Momoko-san sad again!"

"I believe you, Jingi-chan."

Momoko nodded and clapped her hands while Jingi cursed with his heels straightened and his spine straight.

Watching the exchange between the two, Yukito realized. At first glance he seems animated, but there is no light in his eyes. To give a familiar example, he had eyes like a dead fish.

"Well, let's continue the story over breakfast. Yukito-kun, go wash your face."

"Oh, yes."

At Momoko's insistence, Yukito slowly walked towards the bathroom. He's a little dizzy, but it's not because he woke up. That's mainly because the shift in responsibilities has been tremendous and the processing of the brain hasn't caught up.

"I wonder if Momoko-san's anger caused you to end up like this, Jingi-san."

Yukito muttered the answer that was derived from the conversation between Jingi and Momoko. After all, he was someone who shouldn't be offended.

Arriving at the bathroom, Yukito turns on the faucet and waits for the hot water to come out. Washing your face with water in early spring is painful. While he was doing it, he heard the voice of Jingi and Momoko from the kitchen.

"After breakfast, let's go apologize to Mitarai-kun and the guests who came to "Usagi"."

"Of course! I'm thinking of doing a free service on "Usagi" as an apology today!"

"Jingi-san, who used to be trash, is making beautiful comments..."

While he admired her, Yukito washed his face with hot water two, three times. And when he lifted his head, he saw himself reflected in the mirror with a smirk dripping from his bangs and his chin.

"The kind Jingi-san, it's feels disgusting when I think about it calmly."

It was Yukito's honest impression that spilled out of his clear thoughts.

In addition, the friendly Jingi came to an end at noon the next day.

The reason is that during the training with Yukito, a stream of water accidentally caught his attention. After regaining his self-esteem, Jingi yelled, "Idiot! Buy me some sake as an apology!"

Yukito smiled for some reason even though it was a very unreasonable request.

#ayaka #jingi sagawa #yanagi yukito #amamiya momoko

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who-is-shades · 1 year

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raz dnd 16 mini sesh

lots of emotions from last time and also everyone in discord saying the robots are hot now lol

the robots leave the temple with senna following at a bit of a distance. parsley is setting up camp. zen guides android to the camp and he disassociates. wheatley is helping or trying to help parsley set up camp.

senna messages zen shes going to get teya and leaves. wheatley decides to learn message lol. senna finds teya thank goodness. shes doodling against a tree. senna comes over and sits nearby but not too close, watching her draw. oh its journaling actually.

senna tilts her head cutely and asks what shes doing. teya snaps the book shut quickly and senna apologizes. 'scared the life outta me did ya?' senna scoots a little bit closer. 'so uh...hell of a day right?' its been a lot for like a week lol. 'was this adventure everything you thought it would be?' senna tells teya she still has a life cause she keeps putting herself down.

teya asks what senna wanted out of this. senna gives a hollow and sad laugh. senna leans back and asks if teya will judge her. she promises not too. 'do you remember that feeling of hitting rock bottom, but you keep going anyway?' yep. 'i hoped this journey would help me take another step forward. and letely i dont know if im doing the right thing. and that scares me.' teya says she will reassure her if necessary. senna apologizes for cutting teya out. 'of course i gotta worry about you. your my little teya.' senna scoots even closer. 'i wanna tell you whats going on, but even im not sure whats happening to me.' teya says she will listen, even if she doesnt know.

'can i tell you a secret?' 'of course.' senna says she was a sorceror. her body is changing now. its never done that before and she feels angry ALL the time,like something wants to break loose. she says spingledorf tried to help and she shows teya an orb. how it glowed and began changing her faster. AS WERE TALKING THE ORB FUCKING GLOWS GODDAMN ITS IN HER HAND DAMMIT!

senna screams and drops the orb. too late. 1 level in sorcery and more physical changes! even more red scales over her body! its on her hands and neck now. its covering some of the circutry bits darn. her lower back is uncomfortable. her teeth are more noticible. SHES GROWING A FUCKING TAIL! senna is blue screening. 'do you see what i mean? i have a FUCKING tail.' shes gonna be a lot more emotional from now on. she shoves the orb back in the bag pissed.

teya hugs her aww. senna hugs her back shaking. 'i dont know whats going on but your not alone.' senna says shes scared to lose herself. 'you wont.' senna buries her face in teya's shoulder.

wheatley managed to set up the tents good job! SP is pretending to put up the tents lol. no ones really talking their all sad. parsley keeps making a fire and SP keeps messing up the fire. parsley sighs and goes to help wheatley who is stuck in the tent. wheatley goes to sit next to android. android just kinda zones out. SP looks at android and goes 'fix?' aww he wants to help him.

zen asks how wheatley is fairing. 'im tired. i didnt like that but that was obvious.' 'would you like to the on the otherside of me i have more arms?' he looks at android then shakes his head.

teya looks at senna. 'so how do you wanna handle this with the others.' 'i dont think i can hide this and its not beneficial.' teya offers her hat and senna pats her on the head. 'by the way have you noticed how you look lately?' senna puts her circutry arm by her face and says we match. teya feels her face and sighs. senna says they look pretty on her. 'you know you do that a lot.' 'do what?' 'you give compliments freely.' senna steps back and apologizes if she made her uncomfortable. 'no i care about you. a lot. and i dont know how you feel and it confuses me and i know were not on the same page and please speak im digging a hole.' senna says she likes her too and wants to get to know her more, but theres something you should know.

'im still technically married.' what. 'marriage was a business contract back home and i was lucky me and my husband liked each other. they probably never filed the paperwork for divorce.' teya is blue screening. senna tries to fix this by saying marriage was political and that most had mistresses and stuff for love rather than the marriage itself.

meanwhile parsley keeps collecting firewood and wheatley tells him 'we definitely have plenty you can sit. are you ok?' hes just overwhelmed and awkward with all that info lol.

teya finally responds! she laughs and says 'well id be lying if i hadnt taken marriage into account before with partners and i still wanna learn about you.' senna, whos ears had been flat, perk back up yay! senna giggles, picks up teyas hand and gives it a kiss. THE GAYS ARE BACK ON! time to head back to camp lol.

senna and teya are back yay! yep senna looks different now lol. zen is concerned. 'what happaned to you?' teya squeezes her hand. parsley is like wtf. 'well im a sorceror and i appear to slowly being turned into a dragon.' 'recent development?' 'within the last week yes.' wheatley says everyone has recent developments this week lol. senna shows the orb and explains it and stuff. wheatley remarks that we all have orbs! senna says thats not all we have in common. senna hands him a pocket mirror and tells him to look at his eye. wheatley says he doesnt see through his eye. senna confesses that she did it. zen says he also approved. senna apologizes for not asking him permission since he was kinda dead. wheatley says he woke up with that crack. but he does like the pattern being symbolic of the robot gods.

parsley is just like 'hell of a week.' wheatley apologizes if he unnerved any of us. parsley looks at wheatley and says he thought he died when he got turned off. 'it felt like it.' android speaks up barely. 'he can remove it.'

time for the long rest. awkward for the people stuck awake lol. wheatley goes eeby deeby for a moment but its for plot. little brother sent a message to wheatley awww. now its morning! here comes spingledorf! heres back to compensate us pog. wheatley and android dont wanna talk to spingledorf lol. teya returns a book to spingledorf. he notices senna and goes wide eyed. senna kneels down and says its ok they know. parsley decides to be a shit and goes 'WHAT HAPPANED?!' senna doesnt even bat an eye 'this is what happens when you fuck a dragon.'

spingledorf says its just her bloodline and its progressed super fast. the changes shouldve faded away. senna says the orb glowed and 'enhanced' her. parsley asks if she could grow wings and senna gets excited. dorf mentions her psyche will also take a hit. as a descedant of a red dragon shes more tempramental. he offers to take the orb back but senna shrugs and says her body is gonna keep changing anyway. dorf considers us friends awww.

items pog! parsley is shown that cursed axe! boosts his attack a bit but he gets super attached and he might go beserk when he gets attacked. nope he doesnt want it. handaxe of warning! much better.

time for teya! parsley goes to check on the firewood lol. teya gets a magic wand of wonder!

time for senna! guardian emblem! no more crits on senna or her pals! fashioned into the holy symbol of her goddess.

time for wheatley! he gets a laser pistol?! he shoots it at a tree and it leaves a burnt mark. wheatley is so excited! he shoots near parsley. he fucking shot him goddammit. wheatley freaks tf out and casts cure wounds. parsley is so pissed.

#senna #dnd #dnd adventures

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bucksfucks · 3 years

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𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮 ; 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

summary┃you’ve always called steve the golden boy, but he snaps one night and decides to show you he’s anything but.

pairing┃roommate!steve x f!reader

word count┃2,382 words

warnings┃hangover, drinking, tipsy sex, pining, teasing, makeout session, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, steve doesn’t think he’ll fit but he makes it, use of toys (vibrator), mocking, edging, hair pulling kink, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, steve finishes on readers back, steve is lowkey a fuckboy — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃presidential alert 🚨 the girls, gays, and the they’s are horny

The shower was already running when you had walked out of your room and into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea.

It was Saturday morning and despite your best efforts, your body never let you sleep in last nine in the morning.

You may as well start your day at 8:48 am.

Steve had gone out last night, but you remember the door shutting at three in the morning and a faint shhh falling from his lips as he spoke to whatever inanimate object was making noise.

In your sleepy daze, you didn’t really mind. Instead, turning your pillow onto the cool side and drifting back to sleep.

The kettle was boiling and the bread was getting warmed in the toaster when the shower finally stopped running.

It was a little unusual for Steve to shower for so long, even after his morning runs or workouts, he’d never need more than 10 minutes.

When the door opened, and a groaning Steve emerged, you knew exactly what the problem was.

“Mornin’, Golden Boy,” he didn’t even have the energy to grimace at the sound of his nickname.

His bare feel pattered against the wooden floor until he dropped his large body in one of the bar stools.

“Someone had a fun night.” You mumbled with a small smirk as you slid him a cup of coffee which is took between his fingers.

“I don’t know how Sam and Bucky roped me into shots,” he said into the cup of coffee as he took a cautious sip.

You just rolled your eyes playfully and plated the toast that had popped out a few seconds earlier, slabbing a large helping of butter before adding honey and sliding the plate over to him.

“Eat.”

He groaned again, but put the coffee down in place for the sweet honey toast.

“I can’t drink like I used to, I think I’m dying,” he was being dramatic, a playful glimmer in his eyes as he took a bite and hummed.

“You’re 27, Rogers. I think someone’s being a little dramatic,” you teased with a smile.

You are your breakfasts in silence for the most part, the painkiller Steve had taken not yet kicking in until both of your plates were cleared.

“Did you get lucky last night?” You asked with raised eyebrows as you both placed your plates in the sink.

Steve just laughed, “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

You had to admit that your heart dropped, the same twinge of jealously starting to bloom in your chest as you imagined him with someone else.

“Proud of you, Golden Boy.” You fake cheered, biting your tongue and swallowing your pride.

Above everything, Steve was your friend and he deserved to get laid.

He laughed, “you should’ve come, Bucky couldn’t stop asking about you.”

You rolled your eyes again, slightly in annoyance.

“He knows I’ll never sleep with him,” you sang song, helping Steve dry the dishes as the sink stopped running.

“You never told me why, you know that?” You scoffed, “and for good reason.”

The reason was simple; you didn’t want Bucky, but instead his best friend and your roommate, Steve.

“I’ll get it out of ya one day, sweetheart.” Steve chuckled and you felt your heart sink a little further, “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

The rest of the day was uneventful, nothing to do on a rainy New York day other than read as Steve fiddled with his sketchbook while an old sitcom played on the television.

Steve’s hangover either disappeared or he was great at hiding it, whatever it was, he was humming along to the show tune.

“Pizza and beers for dinner?” Steve asked as he was putting the final touches on his sketch making you laugh.

“What happened to I can’t drink like I used to?” You said, echoing his words from the morning as he shrugged.

“It’s a lazy day essential, now what toppings, and don’t say pineapple.” You acted shocked, mouth twitching into a smile.

“You don’t know anything about good pizza,” you huffed as he tore his eye away from his sketchbook to look at you.

“Pineapple on pizza is a crime, sweetheart. Now if that’s who you are I can’t judge, but I’m jus’ sayin’,” he said raising his hands in mock defeat.

“Whatever Golden Boy, just say you’re a vanilla type of guy,” you winked, standing up to put your book on the shelf as the sun began setting to cast yellow and orange hues over the apartment.

Steve snickered, “whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart.”

The low timbre of his voice, your own words echoed from this morning sends a shudder down your spine as he grabs his phone.

“The usual?” You manage to nod your head, smiling as you try to distract yourself from the sudden and very evident ache between your thighs.

30 minutes later and the pizza was here, still hot and greasy as Steve set it on the wooden coffee table as you grabbed two beers, scratch that, four beers.

“Cheers, Golden Boy,” you offered with a soft smile as you both clinked your bottle necks against each other before pizza was being devoured.

You didn’t know what it was, but cheap greasy pizza and a cold beer always soothed the soul. No matter how heartbroken you had ever been, or upset at the universe, beer and pizza were always there for you.

As the hours went by, the bottles emptied and the pizza slices disappeared before you and Steve were sat on the couch laughing and giggling at the time Steve locked himself out in nothing but his underwear.

“And where were you to rescue me!” He bellowed, throwing his head back at the memory.

“I was in the shower, you know I blare music. I’m sorry Stevie, I promise the next time you’re locked out and naked I’ll rescue you.”

He shook his head, “well I wasn’t naked.”

You felt a little dizzy, body lighter as you finished off the second beer. You weren’t drunk, but loose enough to rest your head against Steve’s shoulder.

His phone buzzed then, grabbing it off the table as Bucky’s name lit up across the screen.

Steve ignored it.

“He’s jus’ gonna ask me to go out again,” he said before you could ask, seemingly reading your mind.

“Plus, I’m perfectly content right here,” he smiled, finishing off his second beer as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“You’re such a sap,” you teased, “that a bad thing?” He asked and you felt the air around you grow more tense.

“‘Course not, you’re just Stevie,” you tried to explain as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Stevie?” He asked as you sat up and crossed your legs under your body.

“Yeah, you know,” you tried to find the words, “Golden Boy.”

He hums in response, “golden as in pure?”

You nod your head, “pure, sweet, innocent.”

You weren’t sure if you had struck a nerve, but Steve smirked as he leaned into you.

“‘M not so innocent, sweetheart. Not everything is as it seems.” His voice was much lower, raspier as you could smell the beer on his breath.

“Is that so?” Your voice was just a little above a whisper, heart racing in your chest.

“I could even show you, sweetheart, but you gotta answer one question first. Sound fair?” He asked.

You nodded your head slowly, eagerly awaiting his question.

His hands fell to your knees, sliding up until he pulled you into his lap.

You looked up at him, craning your head only slightly as he craned his at you. He was warm, and broad.

“Why,” his voice was low, “won’t you hookup with Bucky, sweetheart?”

Your breath hitched, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you ran your hands up his chest until they rested on his shoulders.

“I think you know,” you whispered as he shook his head and chuckled.

“Uh uh, I wanna hear you say it.” He purred, brushing his nose against yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you smelt his oaky, but sweet body wash. Something like bergamot and oranges.

He squeezed your hips, a soft moan falling from your lips at the sensation.

“It’s because,” you swallowed thickly, “because I want you, Stevie.”

He hummed, hand on the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours.

You kissed back, the realization hitting you it became hotter and more desperate as you slid your tongue past Steve’s lips.

“All you needed to do was say those words and you could’ve had me all to yourself.” He smirks against your lips making you whimper.

His fingers are digging into your ass, rocking your hips over his. It’s the right amount of friction to have you melting into his touch.

When he picks you up, carrying you into his room to toss you onto his bed, you know you’ve made the wrong assumption about him.

“Now there’s nothin’ wrong with a man who likes vanilla,” he hums, hands exploring your body.

“But I’m a man who prefers a little more,” he meets your eyes, a devilish smirk and twinkle in his eyes, “flavour.”

He’s hovering over you, lips on your neck and jaw as his hips rut over yours.

“Go get that goddamn vibrator of yours,” he breathes as you look at him bewildered.

“You know that one, you like the third setting the most on it.” He winks standing up as your eyes trace along his body and to where his cock is straining.

“Go on, don’t sit there actin’ all dumb,” you spring to your feet, tripping over them as you quickly fetch it from your room.

“Good girl, lie back down on the bed, but get naked first.” He instructs you sternly.

You’d never had anyone tell you to strip, let alone have someone eyes so focused on you as you place the vibrator in his larger hand.

Starting with your sweater, you tear it off—chest exposed as Steve licks his lips.

“Go on, don’t be shy. You’re makin’ him real happy,” he smirks, squeezing his dick through his pants.

You tug your leggings down until you’re in your panties and Steve is giving you a look that tells you to continue.

It’s a thrill, stripping for him and watching his cock twitch at the sight of your curves, dips, and the marks you hate.

“Look at you,” he groans, “perfect little thing aren’t ya? Now I gotta be honest,” you swallow thickly.

“‘M not sure if he’ll fit like I planned, but we’ll make sure to get you warmed up,” he says before placing your hand over his dick.

It causes goosebumps to prickle your skin as he pushes you down onto the bed fully naked now.

“Now this,” he says, holding your vibrator, “isn’t even gonna compare to me by the time I’m done with you.”

It’s a promise that you know Steve will keep as he kneels between your legs.

“I expect you to keep these open, okay? Unless of course,” his cocky attitude breaks through, “you’re squeezin’ my head when you cum.”

You can’t even chide back, all thoughts gone at the sound of the click of your vibrator.

Steve wastes no time, spreading your folds and exploring you with his tongue before he connects the silicone tip to your clit.

It causes your body to jolt and Steve has to keep your legs open.

“What did I say, sweetheart. Keep ‘em open,” he reminds you as he slips a single fingers in you.

It’s already ten times better than your own, longer and thicker as they curl against your sweet spot.

Your walls squeeze him, fluttering as you grip onto his unmade bed sheets.

He teased you, edging you until you’re begging him to let you come with a dry throat.

“Steve, c’mon. ‘S’not fair,” you whine, tugging at his hair. He groans, hips rutting into the bed and you know you’ve found his weakness.

Two can play at this game.

You tug at his hair again, “please, Stevie? Wanna cum so fuckin’ bad—all over your face.”

He groans vibrator tossed on the bed as his mouth wraps around your clit, “fuck, baby.”

It’s a lewd sound, your wetness against his fingers and mouth, but it’s enough to send you over the edge.

“Make a mess, sweetheart. Gotta taste ya,” he groans against your core as you’re nearly suffocating him.

It’s intense, washing over you like a wave followed by a series of smaller ones until he’s flipping you over and your ass is in the air.

“Not so fuckin’ vanilla anymore, huh?” He slaps your ass, a squeak leaving your lips.

“Gonna have the taste of you on my mind for days now, practically have me pussy whipped already.”

His clothes are gone, all necessary ones before he’s bending his body over yours, “grip onto the headboard baby, you’ll need all the support you can get.”

And he’s not wrong, sliding into you and stretching you out as you wrap yourself fingers around the wood until he’s fully seated inside of you.

It’s a new fullness, one that you’ve never experienced and something you never want to forget.

“Bounce, baby.” He then says, as you look over your shoulder.

“Ride me, use the headboard and make yourself cum.” He smirks, slick coating both of your thighs.

Everything is new to you as Steve lets you take control, yet, you’re never truly in control.

“That’s it baby, such a good girl. Look how desperate you are to cum,” he taunts making you whimper.

He joins in soon, meeting your thrusts with his own until you’re both grunting and he can’t hold back.

“Fuck, fuck, gonna cum.” He hissed, quickly pulling out to paint your back as he rubs your clit with his free hand and you feel the white hot explosion of pleasure for the second time that night.

You’ve both made a mess by the time you’re done, Steve cleaning you up with his boxers as you’re collapsing beside him still trying to catch your breath.

“You’ve ruined my vibrator for me,” you chuckled breathlessly as he turns to you with a smirk, “well it’s a good thing I’m your roommate then.”

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years

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desperate || c.sc x reader

Summary: the first time seungcheol fucks you raw (sponsored by irresponsible decisions)

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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additional warnings: oral (m receiving), choking, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (bathroom), creampies

“Baby,” Seungcheol groaned against your neck in an attempt to get your attention, but if you’d heard him you were choosing to ignore him as you continued to grind down onto his lap with your head buried in his shoulder. “Baby,” he tried again, “I don’t have a condom.”

He was still desperately rifling through his wallet with one hand and digging through the pockets in his jeans with the other in the hollow hope that maybe he’d find one.

He always carried condoms with him, he had since before you had started dating. How the hell was he missing one now- then it dawned on him. Last month, at that bar back in London when you had been wearing nothing under your tight black skirt and he just had to have you… god damn it, Cheol, he thought to himself. He had used the last one then, when he fucked you in the bathroom that night. But now you were the needy one and he couldn’t even take the edge off for you.

Despite the circumstances at hand, Seungcheol’s body was reacting accordingly to your actions. His cock was straining against his jeans and he was almost positive you could feel his erection against your thigh. And if your moans were any indication, he was right.

He sighed into your shoulder, and used his hands to still your hips. Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout momentarily before you began pressing languid kisses to his neck, sucking hickeys right underneath his jaw.

“Y/n, I-I don’t have a condom,” Seungcheol stuttered out again and pushed on your shoulders to make sure you heard him this time.

“I don’t care,” you whined, slumping forward onto your boyfriend in defeat. “I want you so bad.”

“I know, darling,” he said in a hushed whisper, trying to ignore the way your hips were still rocking instinctively on top of his.

If you were at home it wouldn’t be such a big deal. Seungcheol could just pop out to the shops and be back within the hour with enough condoms to go as many rounds as you wanted. But you were all the way in Monaco at the F1 Grand Prix- it wasn’t like you could just come and go as you pleased, once your ticket was scanned at the beginning of the day you were stuck there because the no re-entry policy was strictly enforced at all exits. You’d learned that the hard way on the first day.

When asked later, your friends would claim not to know where you and Seungcheol had run off to. But everyone knew. You were a bit infamous for bathroom quickies, hence that night at the bar last month, and you had been before Cheol was in the picture. Bars, restaurants, movie theaters, clubs, and department stores were all fair game to you. Today was no different. Seungcheol was sitting on the counter with his back pressed against the mirror in one of the racetrack’s tiny, one-person facilities and you were straddling his lap.

Everything had been going routinely when Seungcheol broke the news and you felt your heart (or rather, your pussy) shatter into a million pieces. He just looked so goddamn good in that pink shirt with his hair slicked back like that… fuck. And the way he’d been acting this weekend, so casually confident with his friends and the racers, it brought out something primal in you.

“You want my fingers?” Seungcheol offered, holding up the middle and ring fingers on his left hand.

You shook your head. “Just want you.”

He chuckled lightly and brushed your hair out of your eyes. You knew you were being a brat, but you were too desperate to care.

“I know, but I already told you-”

“I don’t care that you don’t have a condom,” you sighed. “Just go without.”

Seungcheol blinked at you in surprise. “Wha- are you sure?”

In all the time that you had been dating, you and Seungcheol had never had sex without protection. It wasn’t that you were opposed to the idea, you were on the pill, but you had always been overly cautious and you and Seungcheol had never really… talked about it before.

“Y/n?” You had fallen silent.

“Hm?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You could only nod at first before you could verbalize.

“I need to hear you say it,” he murmured, voice an octave lower than it had been a second ago.

“I’m sure,” you managed, “please, Cheol.”

He smirked, biting his lip. “Of course, baby.”

You pushed yourself off of him and watched as he unfastened his belt. Your mouth watered as he pulled at the button and zipper on his jeans and you thought for a brief moment about how pathetic you were.

But as soon as Seuncheol had freed himself from his pants you found yourself not caring anymore. The humiliation burning in your cheeks melted back into want and you felt the temperature in your whole body rise a degree or two.

Seungcheol pushed his jeans down to where they sat bunched around his thighs and looked at you expectantly.

“Ready, angel?” he asked, dark eyes giving you a onceover.

It wasn’t often that you were the one fully clothed and Seungcheol was the one exposed to you, but on the rare occasion it did happen you liked to take advantage of it.

“Wait, can I?” Your gaze fell to his lap and he cursed.

“Always.”

You smiled and licked your lips as you bent over to take him into your mouth. Seungcheol wasn’t the biggest you’d ever had, but his cock was still able to hit the back of your throat, which you loved. You suppressed your gag reflex as best you could while you sucked him off, feeling the arousal simmering in your stomach multiply tenfold just because of how full your mouth was. He brought a fist to his lips and bit down on his hand to stifle his moans, tangling his other hand in your hair.

He twirled your hair around his fingers into a makeshift ponytail and tugged gently. You moaned around his cock and took him even deeper so that the tip of your nose was pressed against his pelvis.

“God, y/n,” Seungcheol groaned, bucking his hips upwards into your mouth. “Sorry,” he grunted.

“S’okay,” you said with a smile, still somehow managing to keep your pace.

“So desperate for my cock, you’d take it any way you can get it, huh?”

You whined in response and nodded your head. You heard him laugh, then choke when you pulled off of him. He scowled at you as you licked a stripe from the base of his cock, along the vein, to the head, before taking him fully in your mouth again, making him throw his head back in pleasure.

“Stop, stop, I’m close,” he warned and pulled you off his cock by your hair.

If you weren’t so intent on having him inside you you would’ve finished him off there. He looked so hot like that- jaw clenched with restraint, stomach taught and firm, even under his shirt. And the way he looked down at you while you sucked his dick, fuck.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and leaned in to kiss your boyfriend on the lips. He met you halfway and pressed his lips to yours, smiling into the kiss. The taste of champagne lingered on his lips.

“C’mon, baby,” Seungcheol grunted and motioned for you to climb on top of him.

You did just that and hiked your skirt higher up on your thighs, pushing your panties to the side so that he could have easy access to you.

You reached for him and used your knees to brace yourself on the counter before he held out a hand to stop you.

“Wait,” he said breathlessly, “let me taste you first.”

You watched as reached a hand under your skirt and used two of his fingers to collect your arousal before bringing them to his lips and sucking it off. When he was satisfied with his work he offered the same two fingers to you.

“Open,” he instructed.

You sucked his fingers into your mouth as he’d asked and moaned around them, which might have been a little over the top, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Seungcheol retracted his fingers after a couple seconds and kissed you again, cupping your face with both of his hands. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you whimpered. You could taste yourselves on each other’s lips, but as you continued to make out they became indiscernible, a mix of both of you. All you knew was that you couldn’t get enough.

Seungcheol struggled to pop the first few buttons on your shirt, but eventually got the hang of it, and unbuttoned the rest with ease, exposing your chest to the cold air.

“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of your tits,” he whispered, mostly to himself.

You rolled your eyes and pushed his shoulder lightly. “Cheol, stop teasing me,” you begged.

Your entire body ached. You were clenching around nothing at this point and it was torture. You needed something inside of you right that minute and if Seungcheol wouldn’t give it to you your own fingers would have to suffice.

“I’m not teasing you,” he insisted earnestly.

“Then fuck me already!”

He smirked for what felt like the millionth time and raised an eyebrow.

“You’re going to have to keep your voice down if you don’t want us to get caught, darling. Do you think you can do that?”

You nodded fervently, knowing it was a boldfaced lie. Seungcheol knew it too- you had literally just been yelling at him to fuck you seconds earlier, but you were already this far and he’d made you wait so long already.

“C’mere,” he said lowly and put a hand on the small of your back to pull you closer. “Spit,” he commanded and held out his hand for you. You spat into his palm and watched as he used his hand to pump his cock a couple of times, ensuring that it was lubricated enough for you to take comfortably.

He then lined himself up with you and held back a groan as you sank down onto his cock. You sighed in relief at the feeling and wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself. You stayed there like that for a minute or so, not moving, just enjoying how full you felt.

Seungchel always felt good inside of you, but like this… without discomfort of the condom, without the resistance of the rubber or the texture of the latex, without anything in between you… it was indescribable. You could feel every vein, every curve of Cheol’s cock. You could feel his pulse in your pussy and the sensation was enough to make you forget how to speak.

“G-god,” you gasped.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Seungcheol muttered through clenched teeth.

“Feels so good,” you mumbled.

Seungcheol managed a smile and brushed your hair out of your face. His smile faltered when you began to ride him without warning and he choked out your name along with a string of profanities.

You rocked your hips forward to meet Cheol’s over and over again, moaning quietly every time the head of his cock brushed your g-spot. It wasn’t long before Seungcheol was doing most of the work, slamming into you like his life depended on it. It was actually impressive, how hard he was fucking you in the position he was in. He was sitting upright with all of your weight on top of him and was still railing you like it was nothing.

“Is this what you wanted?” Seungcheol asked, voice low and gravelly. “For me to fuck you like a slut?” You could only nod. “Answer me,” he demanded. “Are you such a desperate fucking cockslut that you couldn’t wait a few more hours like a good girl?”

“Yes!” you cried.

Seungcheol brought a hand to your throat and wrapped his fingers around it, rubbing his thumb along your pulsepoint. He squeezed lightly, smiling darkly when your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” he asked, knowing you were close.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“Do you think you can be quiet?”

“Yes. Please, Cheol-”

“Please what?”

“Please can I cum? I-I need to cum, fuck!”

You fell over the edge before your boyfriend could respond, not even allowing him the chance to get a word in before your entire body was overcome by waves of pleasure. Your vision went white as you rode out your orgasm and Seungcheol held onto you tightly the whole time, whispering praises in your ear as you came down even though you knew you were in for it later.

Your thighs were still trembling when the aftershocks had finally subsided and you gave Seungcheol a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby,” he assured you. “I made you wait long enough.”

“You were teasing me! I knew it!”

He kissed you chastely on the lips and winked. “Couldn’t resist. You’re so fucking hot when you’re desperate.”

“Fuck you.”

“You already did.”

“And if I remember correctly, you haven’t come yet. I could always leave you hanging-”

“No! No, I’m sorry,” he apologized hastily.

You laughed and pushed his curls out of his face as you began to ride him again, ignoring your own arousal still burning in your stomach. Seungcheol cursed, letting you know that he was right there on the edge.

“Where do you want me to cum? Your mouth? Your chest?” You didn’t answer and leaned down to kiss his neck instead. “Baby, I can’t,” he rasped, “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

“I want you to,” you whispered.

“What?”

“I want you to cum inside me, Cheol. Want you to fill me up-” your pleas were cut off with a moan as Seungcheol came and you felt him tense underneath you as spurt after spurt of cum filled your cunt. If you thought you had felt full before-

You threw your head back at the feeling and helped your boyfriend ride out his high. It wasn’t enough to make you cum a second time, but the way his cock throbbed inside of you, the way he clenched his jaw and bit his lip as he came… it certainly… sparked something within you.

Seungcheol was out of breath by the time he could open his eyes again and when he did he smiled at you from underneath messy hair and hooded eyelids, completely blissed out. He pulled out of you slowly, watching his cum drip out of you and onto the counter.

He turned around and snatched a few paper towels from the dispenser on the opposite wall and handed half the stack to you while he used the other half to wipe down the counter.

“What a gentleman,” you said sarcastically as you used the towels to clean yourself off. You knew when you stood up there would likely be more dripping down your legs, and that was if you could stand, but you would have to cross that bridge when you got to it.

“And they say romance is dead,” he quipped back cheekily, holding his hand out for your half of the used paper towels.

“Can’t imagine why.”

You watched from the counter as he threw them away and washed his hands. He pulled a couple more paper towels from the dispenser and wet them in the sink before making his way back over to you and just tossing them between your open legs.

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aghoulbyanothername · 2 years

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so that video that's going around now turned into this

swiss/dew, blow job, praise kink, +18 nsfw obv

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Dewdrop grabs Swiss by his neck, which is a challenge in itself and drags him to the nearest room with a door. Much to his luck, it happens to be a sufficiently spacious supply closet.

“What the fuck man?” Swiss yelps once he’s free.

Teeth out, shoulders tensed, Dewdrop walks up to Swiss until he’s backed away in a corner. “You know what you did,” he snarls, a glint in his eye and Swiss is game. “I could barely stand for the bow after the little stunt you pulled.”

Amused and turned on, Swiss adds a sultry tone to his voice before speaking. “Mhmm? And what is it that I’ve done?”

Dewdrop grabs Swiss’s hand, sharp nails digging into his wrist, possibly drawing blood, and brings it down to his crotch. His semi-hard cock trapped by the fabric of his pants twitches in the excitement of the extra attention. Dew brings his face close to Swiss’s neck. “You come out and grab my cock like that in front of everyone, and just expect me to do nothing about it?” His voice is uncharacteristically low and rumbly, unlike the bratty, sparking fire ghoul Swiss knows him to be. The change in demeanor sends a jolt of excitement down his cock, unable to conjure what Dew has in mind.

Dew is now pressing even harder into Swiss’s palm that’s still on his crotch, practically dry humping, and opens his mouth wide before biting him hard on the corner of his neck. Caught off guard, Swiss almost jumps in his place, only causing Dew to sink his teeth harder, drawing blood. The taste of blood brings his cock fully to life, and Swiss feels the rock-hard length of him underneath his pants. “Oh fuck man, go easy,” he lets out, even though he’s enjoying the hard treatment.

“Easy, huh?” Dew asks finally removing his mouth from Swiss’s neck, only to replace it with his free hand, pushing him down until Swiss gets the memo and lowers himself down on his knees. Dewdrop brings his hand to the bottom of Swiss’s face, squeezing his bottom jaw, nails threatening to sink into his skin once again. “I’ll show you easy.” With his free hand, he fumbles with the zipper of his pants, his cock practically begging for freedom.

Once Swiss notices Dew’s hand trying, and failing to open his zipper, he takes the matter to his hands and finally manages to undo his pants. No one is surprised that Dew went commando for the night. His cock springs out of his pants once it’s free and stands hard and tall, right in front of Swiss’s mouth.

“Good boy,” Dew says softly, and Swiss right there and then melts into Dewdrop’s hand. Dew relaxes the grip he has on his jaw, allowing him to open his mouth softly. “So good,” he slips his thumb into Swiss’s mouth, his tongue swiftly curling around it, sucking just the tiniest bit. A low groan escapes Dewdrop’s mouth once Swiss’s teeth graze over his finger, scraping it ever so slightly.

Unable to wait more, Dewdrop removes his thumb from Swiss’s mouth and grabs his hair in one swift motion, yanking his head back so that he can bend over and talk directly into Swiss’s face, lips barely touching.

“Now I’m going to fuck that pretty face of yours.” He places an almost shy kiss onto Swiss’s mouth and straightens himself. A wicked grin materializes on his face, pleased after seeing Swiss has his mouth open, tongue out, ready for his cock.

Keeping true to his word, Dew uses his free hand to guide his cock into Swiss’s mouth and starts thrusting into his throat. Swiss’s masterful tongue immediately starts moving under the shaft of Dew’s cock, just like he likes. He relaxes his jaw even more and allows Dewdrop to thrust in and out even deeper now, the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat and causing him to gag ever so slightly, much to Dewdrop’s pleasure.

“There you go, mhm, good boy. Good Swiss,” Dewdrop praises, satisfied with the way Swiss sucks on his cock, hollowing his cheeks to get a better feeling. He tightens the grip he has on Swiss’s hair, and pulls him closer to himself, trying to bury the entire length of his cock deep in his throat. Receiving the signal, Swiss raises one hand to brace himself on Dewdrop’s leg and relaxes his jaw, swallowing the entire length of the smaller ghoul.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Dewdrop chants, overwhelmed by the sensation on his cock. He tries to push deeper, only stops when Swiss gags, turning him on even more. Swiss pulls back from his cock, a string of spit and precum attached to his lips. He licks his lips coyly. Dewdrop releases the hand he has on Swiss’ hair and brings it back to his face once again, this time his thumb just lightly swiping on his bottom lip, smearing the spit and precum mix even more. He raises his hand to his mouth and sucks off the juice. “Delicious. Let’s make more.”

Swiss, like the good boy he is, opens his mouth once again, allowing Dewdrop to continue fucking his face. “Good boy. So good for me. Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Are you going to swallow my seed?” A small yelp escapes Swiss’s throat which sounds like a yes to Dew, which is the only confirmation he needs at the moment when he is this close to the edge.

The heat in his belly rises slowly, with each thrust he finds it harder to hold back how fast and hard he wants to go. The teeth lightly grazing over his cock are driving him closer to the edge.

“Relax your mouth for me, baby boy. Gonna fuck your mouth fast and proper now.” He gives a warning and follows up with it. Swiss obediently lets his jaw relax and tongue flatten while tightening the grip he has on Dew’s thigh for balance.

With the newfound ease of access, Dewdrop starts thrusting his cock faster now, only a bit shallow. He lets out a string of nonsense spill from his mouth, most praising Swiss for his delightful mouth. He sees the small tears forming on Swiss’s eyes and spit covering his mouth and chin.

Ready to come any time now, Dewdrop places his hand on Swiss’s head one last time, this time much gentler, just barely holding on to it. He slows his thrusts and goes deeper. Swiss, noticing Dewdrop is about to come, puts his tongue to work, swiping through the under the shaft and paying extra attention to the tip whenever he can.

Head tilted back and eyes closed, Dewdrop feels his release approaching any moment, and lets Swiss take care of his orgasm.

With a final attempt to deep throat Dew’s cock, Swiss relaxes his jaw and brings his nose to Dew’s crotch, tickled by the light blond hairs for a moment.

“Fuck, fuck your mouth. Fuck that’s, hnngh,” Dew only manages to get out before his climax explodes and cums deep down in Swiss’s throat.

Feeling almost limp, a shiver runs through his legs as Swiss continues milking him, catching every bit of cum. When he is finally done, Swiss pulls back and releases his cock with a pop sound, followed by a sinful show of licking his lips, tongue sweeping across his tongue.

With the unholy sight in front of him, Dewdrop takes a moment to ponder whether he should help Swiss with the already painfully grown problem in his pants. Finally, he decides that he won’t be indulging the bigger ghoul, as much as he would like to, and quickly pulls his pants back up and zips them.

A disappointed look manifests on Swiss’s face, only to be interrupted by Dewdrop quickly kissing him on the lips.

“Takes this as a consequence of messing with me on stage and be a good boy next time,” he says quickly before turning on his heel and exiting the supply closest, leaving a very horny ghoul behind.

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landinoandco · 3 years

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An Unlikely Grand Prix

Daniel Ricciardo x reader

Warnings: flufffff

Word count: 2.1k

Requests are open :)

The Belgium Grand Prix was one that was highly anticipated - not only did it mark the end of the summer break and start to the second part of the season but it also promised some quality racing with its high speed corners.

You and Daniel were sitting in your hotel room on Sunday morning, a drink of coffee in your hand and a vitamin smoothie in his, your laptop open in front of you as you made some edits to the latest version of your book. You were an author and about to finish the final edit of your new novel.

“Have you seen the weather forecast for today?” He asked, leaning onto his forearms. You looked over your laptop lid and nodded, taking off your glasses.

“I have, you better be careful. It was bad enough in qualifying yesterday - “ You paused, saving your work and closing your laptop down. “I don’t care what people say - wet races always make me nervous. They shouldn’t have sent you out in Q3, it was hard to watch.”

A silence fell between the both of you, Daniel watched with a softness in his eyes. He knew exactly how you felt and he loved how supportive you were of him. You were his biggest fan and he could not be more thankful for it - you were there for him every weekend through rain and sunshine and through good races and bad races. You knew him better than anyone.

“I will be as careful as I can -” He reached across the table and took your hand in his. “I really feel like I’m getting somewhere though - P4.” He exclaimed, a smile flashing across his handsome features. You brushed your thumb over his hand.

“It was a really good lap - especially given the weather.” You agreed.

You moved your gaze to the window - the steady sound of rain hitting the hotel window filled the room.

“It’s definitely going to be a tense one.” Daniel muttered, pushing his chair back and getting up. You followed and made your way to the door, shrugging on your coat as you went.

The rain was pouring down as though the heavens above had opened - Daniel held an umbrella above both of you, sheltering you from the downpour. Members from different teams raced around the paddock to dry shelter - the buzz of conversation could already be heard from the grandstand in front of the pitlane. You admired the dedication of the fans; it was far from just a shower and for those exposed without even the slightest of cover would be drenched to the bone even by now and the grand prix was far from starting.

You looked over to Dan, his eyes twinkling and a spring in his step told you that he was looking forward to today’s race. His eyes flickered down to meet your gaze, bumping his shoulder into yours causing you to chuckle.

It was incredible to think about all of the things you two had managed to fit into 3 (going on 4) years. You met each other on the top of Table Mountain in Cape Town, you were there plotting for your next novel and Daniel was there hiking with his friends…

You were sat on a rock, looking out to the city of Cape Town tucked away under the mountain range - you were out in South Africa on an escape from the cramped conditions of London. You had a deadline quickly approaching to come up with a plot for your next book and as of that moment you still weren’t any closer to coming up with the next bestseller. Sure, you had ideas but they were yet to set a light a fire of motivation in you.

You had zoned out, your gaze attached to a bird soaring across the landscape ahead of you when a sudden voice pulled you swiftly out.

“Whatchu’ writing about?” The man asked, his tone was bright and as you looked over at him you saw the beaming smile stretched across his features. His eyes showed a confident but kind manner, brown curls stuck to his forehead and the beginnings of a beard covered the bottom half of his face.

“If I knew, I would tell you.” You quipped back, turning to face the man in order to see him properly. He had a muscular physique, no doubt a sportsman - you had thought at the time - an explosion of colour seeping out from his shorts caught your eye as you clocked the tattoos; they weren’t the only ones either as little drawings were littered over his hands and arms.

“Nice tattoos.” You complimented, nodding over to him. If it was at all possible, his smile grew larger and he put his fist out.

“I’m Daniel, by the way, Daniel Ricciardo.”

The rest was history - an adventure packed history. One filled with enough adrenaline to last you for the rest of your existence. The introductions had also prompted your next plot idea so the following week when you had returned to London you turned it into your agent - who had immediately loved the outline you had presented.

A few hours later and the start of the Belgium grand prix was approaching but still the track was resembling more of a spa - ironically - than a safe and functional track. Dan walked in from the drivers parade and shivered - his coat having provided no cover.

Frowning, you got up and handed him a towel, “What are the conditions like?” Nerves laced your tone. Dan sat down, shrugging, “They’re what we expected them to be like but it’s really rough. If we can even see 6 feet ahead it would be a miracle.”

A miracle was something they were all desperate for and before they knew it the race had been red flagged - deemed too dangerous to race so all of the teams were in their garages coming up with ways to entertain themselves.

You had made your way out of the McLaren garage to join Daniel who was wandering up and down the pitlane looking for a way to cause havoc.

You crept up to him and grabbed his shoulders and shouted: “boo,” in his ear causing him to jump up in shock and scream. You and many witnesses were doubled over in laughter as the Australian held his hand to his chest.

“I just came to say -” You started, “That you looked like you were about to do something mischievous and I wanted in on whatever your plan was.”

Dan looked at you with complete adoration in his eyes, a lopsided grin formed on his face. At that moment, he had never loved you more. It was a strange feeling that he couldn’t quite describe - it was just one he felt warming up his entire body. One thing he had always adored about you was the way you understood him - at the beginning of the relationship he knew you had found it hard to deal with his childish, devil may care attitude. As soon as you relaxed more around him, you two became more comfortable with one another - you decided to try his way of living. Letting fate take you to your next adventure and enjoying the unpredictability of it all. From your first adrenaline seeking adventure Dan had managed to persuade you to join him in - he knew he had found his partner in crime. Most importantly, Dan had taught you a way of living that was more enjoyable, a way of living that allowed you to get more out of life and push your comfort zone right to the limit.

“I have a few ideas.” He smirked, then grabbed your hand twirling you around as though you were ballroom dancing.

“What are you doing?” You giggled, the corners of your eyes crinkled as he pulled you into his chest, guiding one of your hands to rest on his shoulder as he grasped the other in his and held them up as though you were dancing the waltz; finally placing his hand on your waist.

“I don’t suppose you would have seen it but in 2015, the American qualifying was cancelled due to rain and to pass the time I danced with my teammate. I figured I would make a tradition of it.” He explained, twirling you around again.

“Did Lando not want to dance with you?” You questioned, the corners of your lips quirked up. Daniel stopped and took a step back. For a moment you thought you had said something wrong but then a spray of water splashed up the front of your coat. Gasping, you wiped the water from your face and Daniel’s smug smile came into focus. You looked down to where he was standing and saw a gaping hole that had now filled up with water.

“You little-” You had begun, a smile betraying you entirely as it crept upon your features. You wanted to pretend to be angry but he had caught you off guard.

“I thought that you would be a nicer dance partner - but apparently not.” He retorted, biting down on his lip in an attempt to stifle his laughter at your facial expressions. You looked at him and then down at the puddle, back at Daniel and then decided what your next move would be; before you could however he had picked you up over his shoulder, spinning around happily.

“Daniel-” You protested, having to close your eyes to avoid feeling motion sick. You heard him chortle then give in as you felt your two feet touch the ground once again. You pouted at him, strands of hair now stuck to your forehead - it was a sight to behold. Daniel’s heart skipped a beat, his breath becoming shallower as he brushed the loose strands of hair from your face. He had decided at that moment that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he was ready to start the next chapter of his life with you. It would be a brand new adventure and probably the scariest yet.

“Marry me.” He mumbled, brushing his thumb over your cheek. He froze, an idea sparked, turning on his heel he fled in the direction of the McLaren garage.

Your eyebrows drew together in confusion, your heart thumping against your ribs. Drawing your lower lip between your teeth, you glanced around you only to realise the whole of the pitlane and grandstand of fans had fallen silent - watching on in anticipation. Had they heard what he had said? How could they have, Daniel had muttered so quietly even you had struggled to hear the words that tumbled from his lips. Little did you know, a camera had caught every moment and you were now the sole focus as you waited for Daniel to come back.

Moments later and he was running out of the McLaren garage, something in his left hand. You squinted to get a better look, from where you were standing all you could see was a flash of blue - but as he came closer you realised what he was holding was in fact a Haribo packet.

Your hands flew to cover your mouth, you knew exactly what he was about to do. You were fighting back tears of joy as he opened the haribo packet and pulled out a gummy ring, got down on one knee and said: “Marry me. Our new adventure, just you and me. My partner in crime.”

Tears ran down your cheeks as you nodded fervently, words appearing to fail you. You flung your arms around his neck. There was an eruption of cheer from around you, as fans whistled and clapped and fellow teams called out in congratulations.

You placed a hand either side of Daniel’s face, tears shone in his eyes. To most a gummy ring would seem immature - laughable even but to you, it confirmed to you how much you loved the man standing in front of you. The gummy ring he had presented to you meant so much more than being a Haribo. It represented you both as a couple. A love that was unconditional and would never get old and yet whilst you both would age - the love you had for one another would stay youthful, unpredictable and exciting.

You were more than ready to start the next chapter of your adventure with the man you loved most.

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theunquenchablethirst · 3 years

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Joyride (Jerome X Reader)

Smut, NSFW, 18+, porn without plot, honestly just hot, nasty filth

Do not read unless you are a deviant!

Reader is walking home down a street she knows just like the back of her hand, but today there's an unfamiliar car parked up. Paying it no mind she continues past it, but soon discovers today is not going to be any regular day when a sinister voice calls to her from the mysterious car behind her.

Vaginal fingering, blowjobs, rough sex, semi-public sex, car sex, bondage, chocking, spanking, dom/sub undertones, dub-con, strong language, murder, kidnap

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

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I walked that street nearly every day, to and from Gotham High. I had for years. This would be my last year as I was 18 and about to graduate.

Everything seemed as normal as ever. The pretzel cart, the lady that walked her little dog, the kids playing jump rope. A fairly quiet street. I didn't know it then, but that day would be anything, but normal.

I was approaching the end of the street where I would cross the road. There was a car parked up I hadn't seen before. Big, black with tinted windows. I didn't pay it much attention and wasn't hesitant to carry on my walk past it. I reached the end of the street and stood waiting for the traffic to quiet so I could cross over, then behind me I heard the familiar sound of a car window winding down.

"Hey, princess." A sinister voice called.

I turned to look and peering out of the black car window was him. The most dangerous, most wanted man in Gotham city. Jerome Valeska.

I'd only seen him on the news and in papers before, but even then, he had scared me. He'd brought the city to its knees and left a trail of bodies and madness wherever he went. And now he was right in front of me.

"Can I give you a ride?" He asked with his signature smile plastered on his scarred face, voice dripping with menace.

I froze still. I wanted to run as fast as I could, but his stare glued me to my spot.

"Come on, doll. I'll be nice."

I took a step back, weighing the risk of making a run for it. He sucked his teeth and looked down for something.

"I'd offer you candy, but uh..." He pulled a gun up to the window and pointed it at me.

"... Something tells me I won't need to." His smile somehow grew bigger as he locked his eyes on mine.

My heart was beating so loud I thought the whole city would be able to hear it. I had no choice. Knees weak, I nervously walked around to the passenger side door and opened it. I sat in the seat next to him, but pressed myself as close to the window as I could. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible, even if it was only by a few inches.

"Ah, safety first. Seatbelt." He said dropping his smile and cocking his head.

Not caring weather or not he was joking, I pulled down the belt and buckled myself in. I did not want to make him angry. He grinned eerily and panic rose in my chest as his eyes burned holes in me.

He reached a gloved hand out to my face. I flinched as he brushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear and stroked his knuckles down my jaw line and neck. His hand moved lower still down my arm, only stopping when he got to my shaking hand. I was grasping my bag so tightly my knuckles had turned white. He tugged at it a few times wanting me to let go. I released the bag and he pulled it off my lap and into his.

"Let's see what we got here."

He started to rummage through my possessions pulling each one out, mostly dubbing them boring and dumping them out of the window.

"Pain killers, boring. Pencil case, extra boring. Ooh, Jolly Ranchers! Don't mind if I do!"

He popped a sweet in his mouth, threw the rest over his shoulder into the back seat and got back to snooping.

"Keys, boring. Oh! A diary! I'll save that for later! A can of mace...."

He paused then let out a loud cackle as he held the mace.

"Oh, princess! Bet you wish you'd switched this out for a gun right about now!" He continued to giggle as he dived a hand back in.

"Aha! Phone!" He dropped my bag back in my lap and opened up my flip phone.

"You won't be needing this." He smirked and snapped it, letting the two halves fall and disappear under the driver's seat. Dread began to settle in as it dawned upon me that I now had no way to call for help and my mace was lying in the street. Not that it would've been much use against him anyway.

"Ok! Let's get this party started!" His giggled as he turned the key in the ignition. He turned towards me and revved the engine.

"Vroom, vroom." He mocked.

I sat there clutching my bag, waiting for the car to start moving. He fiddled with the gear stick and then slammed his foot down on the pedal as if there was a deadly bug that needed to be squashed. The tyres screeched like they were taking a layer of tarmac with them and he took off like a boy racer.

I let out a scream as the sudden, fast pace sent a shockwave right through me. I sent my hands searching for something, anything to hold on to. There was a turn coming up, but I noticed it too late and I was flung into the side of the door like a ragdoll. All the time the loudest noise in my ear was maniacal laughter coming from Jerome in driver's seat. He was driving like he stole it, but then again, it was entirely possible he did.

"More?" He looked at me with a mischievously.

I shook my head, breathlessly, praying to any god that was listening that he actually cared about my answer.

"I think more." He sharply turned into an empty car park and spun around and around and around. I was pressed right up against him as I clung to the bottom of my seat. He laughed and banged his hand on the wheel, continuing to spin us around.

"You stupid son of a bitch!" I screamed forgetting myself.

"Oh, I love 'em with fire!" He laughed again.

Then all of a sudden, he stopped. I jolted forwards like a crash dummy so hard I thought I would hit the windshield. He'd been right about the seatbelt. I stared straight ahead and tried to catch my breath, when I heard angry shouting. An employee of the restaurant that owned the car park was making his way over to us with a red face.

Jerome stuck his head out of the window.

"What's that, pal?"

I heard more shouting.

"Ok." Jerome reached for the gun and shot the employee straight in the head. I gasped at the sound and he fell down like a sack of bricks.

"Problem solved." Jerome grinned and pocketed the gun.

I felt my stomach turn. I'd just seen a murder right in front of me. That poor man. Jerome started the car again and left the car park, where he'd left a dead body and certainly tyre tracks.

"Some fun, eh kid?" He smiled at me. I couldn't find any words to reply. He sighed.

"I hate awkward silences." He reached down and turned on the radio. He flicked through a few channels until he found one playing music he seemed to like. An old rock station.

"Now this is better!" He looked at me with a satisfied smile, but dropped it when I still didn't reply.

"How do I get you to talk? Do I gotta drop a quarter in ya?" He turned another corner onto a straight, quiet road.

"I know." He smirked with a menacing look in his eyes.

He pushed the pedal down, once again picking up speed. He was driving like there was money on it, but I'd at least managed to brace myself this time. He slowed a little as he got in place to drive side by side with the only other car on the road. He chuckled darkly to himself and then I realized why. Fear took my senses when I saw in the not too far distance, heading straight at us was a giant truck. The driver in the car next to us began to honk the horn and flash obscene hand gestures as the truck grew closer, but Jerome simply turned the radio up and began singing along with the words.

"Jerome..." I said tugging at his arm.

Nothing. And the truck was now honking at us to move.

"Jerome!"

The truck was too close for comfort. The sense that I was about to be flattened because of the idiot at the wheel filled my body.

"Jerome, move the damn car!" I shook his arm fiercely and slammed my fists in my chair.

He finally burst out cackling maniacally with an outrageous smile.

He slammed down the pedal and pulled forward in front of the car beside us, missing the truck by a hair. He laughed and howled like it was the funniest thing he'd ever experienced, whilst I sighed the biggest sigh of my life and slid low down my seat. He pulled over and parked.

"Nothing like a little near-death experience to get the blood flowing, eh doll?"

I had melted into my seat and wasn't really paying attention.

"So, how'd you like me so far?"

"Is that a serious question?" I replied breathlessly. I didn't know where I got the confidence for it, but the words were coming out.

He just giggled.

"Ok, how about I behave... For a while."

"How about you let me go?"

He lifted a long finger at me.

"Tut tut, doll face. Don't make me wiggle my finger at you."

I shuffled backwards in my seat, propping myself upright again.

"So, you know my name? Are you stalking me?" He put his hand on his chest in mock fear.

"Everyone in Gotham knows your name. You're Jerome Valeska. You've terrorised the city and murdered dozens of people. The Gotham Gazette makes sure we don't miss these things."

"The Gotham Gazette, huh? Note to self, send a gift basket their way." He chuckled to himself then looked at me.

“So, what’s yours?”

I told him my name. I was reluctant, but I was already here in the car with him.

“Hm, cute.” He replied.

I didn’t know why, but him calling me cute made me blush a little. I hoped he didn’t notice.

“You look fun.” He smiled.

“What do you mean?” I asked the question, but I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know the answer.

He pulled my diary out of the door pocket.

“Let’s get to know you, shall we?”

“That’s private.” I said sheepishly. I really didn’t want him reading what was in there, but I knew I couldn’t stop him.

“Not anymore.” Jerome flicked through the pages, skimming them for interesting thoughts and secrets. It didn’t look like he was finding anything juicy, until he stopped at one page and read it in its entirety.

“I got asked out by a guy in my maths class. He’s nice, but really boring. Just like everyone else in my life. Even if I wanted to go out with him, my dad wouldn’t allow it. He says men are the devil and the only one I can trust is him. Yeah right, Mr it’s 5’oclock somewhere. Even if I took that seriously, he doesn’t have anything to worry about. The only guys in my life are complete clichés. So very predictable, so very dull. I’m so bored of this same old-same old. I want something exciting, an adventure. I need some thrills in this beige goddamn existence!”

He repeated back to me the words I had written just a week prior. He turned to me with a predatory look in his eyes. He let the diary fall from his hands carelessly and I knew then that I would be his prey. He took his gloves off and reached a hand towards my knee. He stroked and squeezed my leg and then journeyed up higher, fingers crawling underneath the hem of my skirt.

“Be careful what you wish for, doll face.” He smirked, darkly.

My breath caught in my chest and I felt a warmth in my core.

"I thought you said you were gonna behave." I peeped.

"I did, didn't I? I guess I lied."

He pulled my skirt up and ran a finger along my panty covered slit. He was turning me on. I wanted him. He was everything I had been looking for, but it was wrong. I couldn’t give in to this.

"Please... Stop..." I pleaded pathetically.

"Mmm, I don't think I will."

He softly rubbed my folds through the white cotton. My breath got heavier and I felt the heath build.

"It would be so easy for me to push these little things out of the way and slide my fingers inside you, right now. Wouldn't it?"

"Please... Don't..."

He giggled darkly.

"Oh, princess. You're just too cute."

He smiled as he moved the material to the side exposing my entrance. He slid his fingers up and down my slit, my juices covering the tips. I squirmed at his touch and tried to scooch back in my seat.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, doll, but you wouldn't be this wet if you didn't really want me inside you." He cooed. His words crashed into me like rocks. He could read my body just as well as my diary. I couldn't hide my desire from him and I didn’t want too.

He continued to rub for a few more seconds before plunging a finger deep inside me. I let out a gasp at the sudden intrusion and he smirked, seemingly satisfied with my response. He worked me with his finger, pulling out before sliding it back in and deciding to add another. He slowly pulsed his fingers inside me, palming over my clit as he slid in and out, again and again. The swell of warmth in me grew as I rocked my hips.

He pulled his fingers out entirely, leaving me disappointed and empty. I looked at him as he examined the juices coating him. He smiled at me and raised them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

"Mmm. You're so sweet." He said as he lowered them, his voice now deeper and slightly raspy.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, then did mine. He pushed the bag off my lap down to where my feet were and reached his arm around my waist, pulling me backwards, closer to him. He leaned me against him as one hand travelled up from my waist and wrapped around my throat. His other came down, pulled up my skirt and parted my thighs. He pushed my panties to the side once again and introduced his other hand to my wetness. His two fingers sliding in and out, but this time a little faster and much deeper. I let a yelp escape my mouth and his hand squeezed harder around my throat. His hot breath in the crook of my neck gave me goosebumps and sent chills down my spine.

He explored my walls entirely, hitting all the right spots, hot pleasure pulsing through my muscles as they clenched around his talented digits. He palmed my clit applying a gentle amount of pressure and rubbing in circles. I bit my lip in an attempt muffle my moans.

"Nuh uh. Let me hear you, baby girl." He taunted in my ear.

Two fingers from the hand around my throat pulled my mouth open and played with my tongue.

"You got something to say, princess?" He pushed his fingers deeper into me until his knuckles stopped him from going any further and pumped them, his thumb circling my clit in sweet slow motions. A loud moan escaped my throat and he smiled evilly.

"That's better." He snarled as he put his full hand back around my throat.

My legs started to stiffen and I felt my climax build as I tightened around his fingers.

"You wanna cum, baby?"

He worked his fingers inside my walls and his thumb on my clit, slightly increasing the pressure. His breath came closer to my ear and I felt him take it gently in his teeth. I yelped at the shock of his bite.

"Mm. So cute."

I rocked my hips against his hand. My release was close, it just needed a little push.

"Cum for me, princess. Cum on my fingers."

As if on his command, the dam burst and my climax washed over me. My legs shook and I moaned as I rode it out. He pulled his fingers out of me slid them in my mouth so I could taste my own juices.

“See, gorgeous. I can play nice.” He buried his face in my hair and took in my scent. He hummed to himself and I felt his grip on my throat tighten. He pulled me forwards and pushed me towards the back seat.

“My turn.” He grinned as he sat up.

I climbed into the back, closely followed by Jerome. I sat down and he straddled me, towering over me with his red hair brushing against the car ceiling. I saw the outline of his hard member pushing against the inside of his trousers. It was right in front of my face and my mouth watered for it. I suppose he caught me looking because he started to palm himself and lifted my chin up so I was looking at him.

“Do you have something sweet for me?” He leaned down closer to me, his grip on my face tightening.

I swallowed and felt the lump in my throat. He crashed his lips onto mine. The kiss was hard and forceful, just like he was. His tongue pushed into my mouth and fought for dominance over mine. It was an easy win for him. He tasted sweet, like the Jolly Ranchers. I assumed that wasn’t the first candy he’d eaten that day. He pulled away from me and smiled, studying my face with hooded eyes.

“Yummy.” He whispered.

He rose back up and unbuckled his belt. He pulled it from out of its loops, held it in front of him and snapped it quickly. I flinched at the loud sound of the leather.

“Hands.” He ordered in a serious, intimidating tone that aroused me all the more.

I held my hands up to him and he looped the belt in and around my wrists, tightly bonding them together.

“No hands for this. I wanna see how that pretty little mouth works.” He smirked lifting my chin again, tugging my bottom lip with his thumb.

He palmed himself a little more and then unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, letting them fall around his knees. I could see through his boxers that he was fully erect already. He slid them down and they joined his trousers. Jerome was big. I was worried I wasn’t going to be able to take it all, especially without the use of my hands. He balled my hair in his hand and gripped hard. I gasped at the sudden pain.

“Come on, princess. You know what to do.” He pulled me forwards and plunged into my open mouth. He let out a hiss of pleasure.

He raked his free hand through my loose hair before clenching it in his fist. He used his grip on my head to move me up and down his shaft, prompting me to start. I swirled my tongue around him and started sucking. He hissed again through gritted teeth and pushed in further. My tongue climbed up and down his shaft, licking the sticky coating of precum from him and teasing the head. I hollowed my cheeks and bobbed up and down, letting my saliva cover him.

“Oh, yeah... Fuck, pretty girl.” He groaned in his throat and bucked his hips forwards with force.

He hit the back of my throat and I gagged. The noise seemed to please him so he did it again and again and again. My lips touched his base as he assaulted my throat, gripping tighter on my hair with each thrust. I looked up at him, tears streaming down my face and eyes begging for breath, but it just pushed him further.

He let out a primal growl and pushed my head right into the back of the seat. He held me steady and started to thrust into my face fast and hard. My throat was aching and my jaw was locking. His breath was shallow and erratic. I could tell he was close. I sucked harder for him and my throat clenched tightly.

“Fuuuuck...” He groaned finally coming to a stop.

I felt him throb and twitch in my mouth as his climax shot straight down my throat for me to swallow. He was still for a few seconds, then he pulled out with a pleasing pop. He looked down at me catching his breath with a smile.

“Don’t have to tell you twice, huh?” He laughed and lowered his head to kiss me.

He didn’t seem to care he’d just cum in my mouth and kissed just as rough as the first time. This time biting my lip as he pulled away. He slid his hand back up into my hair and balled it again.

“As great as that was princess, I’m still harder than Chinese algebra. So...” Jerome climbed off my lap and shoved me down onto my front.

“All fours.” He commanded.

I positioned myself on my knees and elbows, which was difficult considering my wrists were tied. I felt him roll my skirt up and part my legs. I swallowed. After having him go so rough on my mouth, I was nervous about how he was going to be with this.

“I gotta say, this is some view back here. Shame I don’t have a camera.” He said caressing my thighs.

He hooked his fingers under the band of my underwear and slid them down around my knees. I felt so exposed and my face started to heat up and turn red with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I was allowing myself to be this vulnerable for a criminal lunatic.

He started to rub my entrance with two fingers. Warmth welling in my core, any thoughts of reservation vanished from my mind. I felt a fast, harsh sting as he brought a hand down to spank me. I gasped at the smack and he stroked the spot where it landed, where there was sure to be a red handprint.

“Now I really wish I had a camera.” He giggled darkly.

I squirmed at his touch and tried to close my thighs, desperate for friction, but he kept them spread by sliding his knee between them.

“Oh no, gorgeous. I need you open wide.” He smirked.

I whimpered needily, wanting nothing more than to take him inside me.

“You want something, baby girl? Speak up.” He taunted evilly, sliding his fingers along my slit. He raised his hand back up and then... another spank.

All I could do was whimper. I didn’t want to say what I wanted from him.

“I can’t hear you....” He sing-songed. “What do you want?”

He circled a finger over my clit teasingly. He was purposefully not giving me enough. Just baiting me. He brought his hand down again for another swift spank. I was sure there was a bruise forming.

“I want you...” I whispered.

“What’s that?” He mocked, sliding his fingers in the slickness of my entrance.

“I want you! I want you to fuck me!” I snapped. I couldn’t take the teasing and taunting any longer. I just needed him.

He chuckled menacingly.

“You want me to fuck you? You wanna take me?”

“Yes! Yes! God, yes!”

He laughed at my neediness. I felt pathetic.

“Sure thing, doll.”

He lined himself up so he could enter me and pushed forwards, grasping hard onto my hips. I moaned loudly as he filled me for the first time, making a low, throaty groan. He reached deep into me and set me on fire in places that I didn't even know were there.

He kept a quick rough pace, digging his fingertips into my flesh tighter to keep me still and steady. I knew he was leaving marks, but I couldn’t have cared in the slightest in that moment. His thrusts made me whine and whimper for him, to have more of him. He growled like he was letting out some kind of inner beast.

He let go of one of my hips and slid his hand up my back and into my hair. Once he had a good fistful, he pulled it like a leash, tugging my head up and back. I gasped at the sharp pain, but the sound only seemed to feed more into his sadistic wanting and he pounded harder into me. The feel of how deep he was inside me banished all the pain and replaced it with pure pleasure and I bit down hard on my lip to stifle wanton cries. I felt another rough tug on my hair.

“Don’t you dare, little girl. Let me hear it. I wanna hear everything.” He demanded through short, quick breaths.

He pulled back on my hair again and I released a squeal of half pain and half pure elation. I could feel myself tightening around him. I was getting ready to burst.

“I... I’m...I’m gonna...” I panted.

“Oh, no you fucking don’t.”

He gripped the back of my scalp and pulled me backwards, slamming me down onto my back and climbing on top of me.

“I wanna see it this time.”

He had acted so fast, I barely had time to register what he was doing and he was back inside me almost as soon as he had pulled out.

He buried his head in the crook of my neck, sucking and kissing, his teeth leaving delicious hickeys and bitemarks. When he came back up for breath, he wrapped his hand around my throat and pushed my bonded arms above my head, which I was grateful for as they were getting squashed between us. He crashed his lips onto mine for a rough kiss. His tongue demanded entrance to my mouth, which I gladly allowed.

With his other hand he caressed and stroked his hand down my thigh and under my calf. He then pulled it up and pushed it back so far it almost reached my shoulder. He adjusted himself to straddle my lower thigh and picked up a faster, harder pace. With my leg like this he was able to plunge deeper. He was forceful and powerful and I relished in every thrust. I cried out completely taken by my lust for him, closing my eyes to savour it all. I felt the sting of a slap on my cheek and flashed them back open.

“Right here, princess. Eyes right here.” He said, his voice low and raspy.

His pupils were completely dilated, leaving only the thinnest ring of green around them. He seemed to be an apex predator that was in the midst of ravaging its prey and I was only too willing to be led to the slaughter.

“Exciting enough for ya, sweetheart?” He smirked with a fiendish giggle.

“Uh huh...” I nodded dazedly.

His laugh continued through the onslaught of fierce, deep thrusts pounding intensely into my lower regions. I tensed around his pulsing erection as I felt my climax creep back up on me. I let out loud erotic moans, as he built up more and more of that blissful warmth in my core.

“That’s right. Cum for me.” He grunted through gritted teeth, tightening his grip on my throat.

His pounding got faster and rougher, hitting my sweet spots exactly right. I was right on the edge of what I could tell was going to be a fantastic release. I got louder and louder as I came closer and teetered the brink.

“Yeah.. I... I’m.. Yeah... I’m gonna...”

“Go on, princess. Cum. Cum for me.”

My orgasm shattered through me like a rock through glass. My body convulsed as my moans turned into lustful screams. The ferocity of it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The sheer ecstasy took me higher than I’d ever been before. I was on a cloud and I could have stayed there forever. Jerome followed shortly after, growling like a beast as he exploded inside me. He collapsed breathlessly on top of me as I gently floated down from that little piece of heaven.

“Oh, baby girl. I’m keeping you!” Jerome dropped a kiss on my lips and lifted himself up.

I came to my senses and started to register the severity of what I had done. Or had it happened to me?

“What does that mean?” I asked, nervous of his answer.

He pulled up his underwear and trousers and tidied himself up, even taking time to straighten his tie.

“It means, baby doll, that this is gonna be the start of a beautiful friendship.”

He laughed his signature maniacal cackle and hopped back in the driver's seat.

“Hey! Are you gonna untie me?” I called to him starting to get very worried.

“I don’t know, doll. I kinda like you like that.” He laughed.

He turned the key in the ignition and revved the engine.

“Hold on, doll!” He cackled again, before speeding off again.

What have I gotten myself into?

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bratkook · 4 years

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test drive. (m) pjm.

pairing. biker!jimin x reader , deep six!au genre. smut, pwp word count. 1.8k warnings. dirty talk, unprotected sex, spanking, they almost get caught by other club members note. requested by @imjustfanfictrash for thirst night, thank u!! i had to make this deep six related just a tiny bit lol

“Feels soft right?” Jimin chuckles behind you, playful smirk on his lips when he sees the way your fingers grip the leather seat of his new bike. “It’s high quality leather.”

You know he’s just teasing, knowing you don’t actually give a damn about the quality of leather, but you don’t have it in you to bite back with some quick response. Instead your face comes to rest on the same material, cool against your cheek as you moan out a slur that sounds like his name.

When Jimin had called you over to the club’s shop, voice full of excitement as he gushed over his latest purchase, you hadn’t been expecting this to be the outcome. You were completely blindsided, too focused on the twinkle in his eye as he circled the bike and pointed at each of the features, too entranced with the way his stacked rings would glimmer in the bright lighting above. He knew exactly what he was doing, letting his fingers trail along the bike, trying to come off as innocent when he stood directly behind you, resting his hands along your hips as he slowly whispered into your ear.

“Let’s take it for a test drive,” he had suggested, voice sounding way too seductive for you to believe he actually meant it. No, he had absolutely no intention of driving this thing out of here with you sitting behind him, that much was obvious as he slyly began kissing your neck.

You were weak for him, all it took was a few strategically placed kisses and the right words murmured into your ear for you to agree instantly. Turning into a puddle as he slipped a hand underneath the hem of your dress, allowing him to tease you until you were begging for him to do what he wanted.

“W-what if someone walks in?” you mumble, eyes focused on the door of the shop as he slowly pushes the head of his cock into you. He feels the way your pussy tightens at the thought of being caught, gripping the first inch of his cock so tight he has to pause to catch his breath.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he teases, ringed fingers coming up to push your hair over your shoulder, allowing him to see the side of your face as he pushed further into you. The warmth of your core has him groaning, teeth biting down on his plump lower lip, eyes dropping down to stare at the way you suck him in.

Your light blue panties are pulled to the side to make room for his cock, the hem of your matching dress hiked up around your hips and he chuckles to himself when he notices the stark contrast between both of your outfits. Where you wore all pastels and dresses, he wore all black and leather. It was a constant reminder of how different you were, yet somehow Jimin managed to rope you in with his charm, allowing you to see past the rings and leather, past the red tombstone patch adorning his arms and back, seeing him for who he was: a man with so much love in his heart that just so happened to be directed towards you.

“No, don’t—fuck—“ you cry as he bottoms out, “don’t want anyone else to see me like this. Just you.”

He hums at that, letting his hands slide down your body until he was softly gripping your ass, thumb rubbing along the skin. “Don’t worry baby, I locked the door. You’re mine.”

His words make you relax, a shuddering breath filling the air as you adjust to his thick size, the familiar ache that came with taking him slowly subsiding. “Show me,” you mewl. “Show me I’m yours.”

There's a small beat of silence before he’s cursing under his breath, licking his lips over in thought, giving you a brief moment before he starts to rock into you. Slowly at first, inching back before thrusting forward, starting a smooth rhythm until you were begging for more.

“My dirty girl,” he rasps, jaw slack from the pleasure, seeing the way you soak his cock in your arousal, thick strings connecting the two of you each time he pulls back. “Letting me fuck you in the shop like this.”

A small moan slips past your lips, fingers digging into the cushioned seat as you try to find purchase, the smooth body of the bike not giving you much to grab on to. You give up quickly after, allowing yourself to be rocked against the bike, hoping the stand it was on would hold against the force of Jimin’s thrusts.

“Ah fuck,” you whimper, eyes screwing shut as he hits the bundle of nerves inside of you with precision, having grown too familiar with your body over the past few months. “Feels good—so good.”

Your mindless babbling has him smiling to himself, leaning over your body and cooing when he spots the way your mouth is dropped open, cheek still squished against the seat. “Yeah? Love my cock so much you wanna drool on the seats, huh?”

A small hum in confirmation is all you give him, succumbing to the pleasure, feeling each small jolt coursing through you as your skin slaps together. The leather of his jacket warms your back from his position over you, zipper of it ticking your waist when he stands back up properly.

He could feel how wet you are, how it gushes out of you, coats the inside of your thighs and makes a mess of your skin. It has him speeding up his hips, snapping forward so quickly your breathing stutters, a gasp cutting through the air as he delivers a sharp slap to your ass, the rings smarting your skin, delicious heat spreading as you moan out.

“Again,” you beg, arching your back and jutting your hips back into his, wanting to feel the slight pain that set your body alight.

“I told you, you’re filthy.” He does exactly what you ask though, spanking you until your ass was sore and you were left slurring against his bike. Your mind felt light and airy, focused on each gasp he lets out, the groans of your name making your climax sneak up on you.

You always liked it quick and messy, loved when he would sneak you away because he just couldn’t wait to sink into you, loved when you could feel the sweat coating your skin, especially loved when you could hear how fast he was fucking you. The wet squelches fill the air in the dirtiest way, mixing in with the low hum of music playing in the speaker a few feet away, blending in perfectly with the way you cry over his cock.

“Aw baby, did I fuck you stupid?” his tone makes you shiver, stomach tenses as your chest hiccups when you gasp, only able to nod in a daze because yes, he had fucked you well and truly stupid. He always did, left you crying over it, too lost in the pleasure to do anything else but that. “You wanna cum for me, make my cock messy?”

“Yes, fuck Jimin, please.” you whimper, teeth biting down onto your lower lip so hard you could almost taste blood. The cool metal of his rings makes you shiver as he slides his hand around your body, fingers coming into contact with your clit, wasting no time circling the swollen nub.

“Wanna feel you, wanna feel my dirty girl cum.” his voice drops as he speaks, thick with want and you wish you could see his face. You don’t have the strength to look back though, resting more of your weight onto his bike as the feeling consumes you, each flick of his fingers making you tremble, your hips bucking against his in search of your release.

Jimin smirks when your walls tighten around him, making it harder for him to keep up his pace, having his own orgasm quickly approaching. A choked gasp comes from you, morphing into a desperate, drawn out moan of his name when he finally pushes you over the edge. Your mind blanks for a moment, a flash of light displayed against your lids as the euphoric feeling consumes you, your ears ring so loud you barely hear the words Jimin says as he coaxes you through it.

“Fuck, just like that baby,” he groans, raking a hand through his orange hair, in awe with the way you quiver, weak thighs barely holding yourself up as you cream his cock. He’s fast to grab onto your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he quickens his pace, the aftershocks of your orgasm milking his own.

“Gonna make you messier,” he adds on, so quietly, speaking to himself as he focuses on where you two connect. The way his cock shines in the light, your sensitive pussy pulsing around him, mixing in with the gentle cries of his name, it pushes him over too. With a handful of messy thrusts he’s spilling into you, curses filling the air as he feels the tingles crawling up his spine.

You mewl against his bike at the warm feeling, whimper as he continues to fuck you in short, shallow thrusts before he’s pushing in as deeply as he could. The cool metal of his belt is felt against your ass, more warmth falling over you as he wraps his arms around your weak body, tucking his chin beside your neck with a gentle kiss to your skin.

“Did you really lock the door?” you quietly ask, not minding the stickiness coating your skin.

“Uhm, no,” he whispers with a grimace, cackling when you instantly stand up and push him off of you. His soft cock slips out of you as you adjust your panties and smooth out your dress, glaring at him when he motions towards your hair too. “Relax, no one comes to the shop this late anyways.”

Before you can even speak, the bells jingle a few feet away, a smirk on your face when Jimin’s eyes go wide and he turns around to cover his exposed self. Luckily it’s members of the club and not a person looking to get their bike fixed, matching patches on their own jackets, and when they spot your flustered expression and the way Jimin not so subtly adjusts himself in his jeans, they waste no time hounding him.

They’re all laughs as they call him a dog, Hoseok and Jungkook shoving his shoulder in passing before politely greeting you and scurrying off to the back room to grab whatever it is they came here for.

“No one comes here this late huh?” you repeat, brow raised and a playful expression on your face.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he pleads, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in to kiss your face, a smile on his lips because he knows you’re not actually upset.

“Take me for an actual test drive and you’re forgiven.” Your hands reach into his back pocket to pull out the keys, twirling them around your finger with a sly smile. “I’m driving though.”

He doesn’t even fight it, agreeing without a thought, because as much as he liked to pretend he was this hardass, you knew he would do anything you asked him to.

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ks-dreams-fantasies · 3 years

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I like your stories. :) can I pls have one with Rio? I’m not too picky about the scenario. Maybe him being over protective or sexual anything really.

Thank you so much, you’re so sweet 😘 Hope you like this. Also, are you guys watching Good Girls tonight !? Can’t wait to see what happens next 🤔

Not your property - Rio (Good Girls)

Warning: Language, Angst, Smut

Word Count : 2k

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“Why are you overreacting? I didn’t do anything wrong” you said your hands thrown in the air as you spoke with your boyfriend

“Exactly, you didn’t do anything because that guy stayed there, trying to get with you” He sighed pacing around the dining room.

“I told him I wasn’t interested and that I was waiting for my boyfriend, what did you want me to do, punch him in the face?” you asked rolling your eyes only to get him angrier.

“Yes maybe, but you didn’t, so I had to take care of it, show him what’s mine” He almost screamed making your blood boil at his nonsense.

“You think because we’re together, it makes me your property?” you scoffed “You don’t own me Rio”His eyes turned dark, furious that you were arguing with him, he loved your attitude but not when you used it against him. You almost never called him by his name, so when you did, he knew you were equally mad.

“Don’t say that” he responded in between gritted teeth.

“Whatever, I’m tired of arguing, I’m going to take a shower” you turned around as he followed you. You got into the bathroom closing the door before he could even get in to continue with the debate. You started the shower as you got undressed getting inside, letting the hot water relax your muscles.

On the other side, Rio was trying to open the door, failing only to fuel his anger. He took a deep breath, going back to the kitchen fixing himself a glass of vodka to calm him down. He moved to the living room, sitting down on the couch, turning on the tv, letting his head rest on the back of the sofa sighing softly. He knew you were mad at him for getting mad at you, but he couldn’t help it. When he arrived at the bar to meet you after one hell of a day, he wasn’t pleased to see a guy sitting next to you, trying to talk with his girlfriend. The guy was drunk and didn’t get the hint when you denied him, and when Rio arrived, he had to take care of it. After he threatened the guy’s life with his famous golden gun, he grabbed you, pulling you out the bar as he drove back to your shared apartment. He was looking forward to spending a nice evening with you after the stressful day he had but he had no luck.

Part of him felt bad for lashing at you, he knew it wasn’t exactly your fault, a beautiful woman like you sitting at a bar all alone was meant to be hitting on in a way. Not that it excused the drunken man trying to flirt with you even when you said you weren’t interested, but he understood why he would want to get to know you. You gave off a good vibe and you were beautiful, and he knew for a fact that you had probably been very polite when denying the guy, something he didn’t like. He knew you could give attitude and sass, so if you had, the man wouldn’t have been trying to steal you away from him. Were you just too tired to even acknowledge the guy or were you maybe liking the attention he was giving you?

The thoughts made his blood boil again as you walked out and sat beside him keeping a certain distance. You hated fighting with Rio, and you never wanted to go to sleep mad at each other, so you wanted to talk to clear things up before bed. You looked at his angry figure deciding to stay silent while you directed your eyes to the movie playing. There was something about the way he flared his nostrils and knitted his eyebrows that made you want to do unholy things to him. The way his arms were crossed and one of his hand was playing with bottom lip trying to calm himself made you squeezed your thighs at the thoughts of him fucking you senseless. You looked his way once again, but his eyes were staring at the tv, still not acknowledging you sitting next to him. When something made him really angry or you guys got into a fight, he would often give you the silent treatment, not wanting to say anything hurtful in the heat of the moment. Tonight was no different.

“Are you still mad?” you questioned getting no response

“I didn’t mean to make you angry, I told him I was not interested” still no answer. You had enough, you wanted to be close to him, to kiss him, to hold him but he was avoiding you. Huffing you decided to pull yourself closer to him, trying to get a reaction or even a look out of him. Still nothing. In one swift motion, you straddled his lap, trapping him under you, his eyes now landing on your face, sighing.

“Will you please stop ignoring me? I just want to go to bed and cuddle” you pouted as he sat still, staring blankly at your face. You proceeded to grind softly against him, hoping to get a reaction. You knew Rio, and he never was one to turn down sex, so when you started to move your hips a bit faster on him, he sighed grabbing your hips harshly

“What do you think you’re doing (Y/N)?” he asked following the movement of your tongue as you licked your lips. You knew how to get to him, and you knew all his weakness, he hated that, but you always found a way to used them against him especially during these moments. His biggest weakness being you, he never was able to deny your demands. He was following your every move as you continued to rub against him, feeling him get harder under you.

“Nothing” you managed to say as you moved your head to the crook of his neck leaving a trail of kisses behind. He was trying not to let It show, but he was enjoying himself. You kissed his jaw, the corner of his mouth purposely missing his lips, and you went back to his neck before nibling on his ear slightly, something he adored.

“You know, I never got to tell you how hot I thought you looked when you confronted that guy” you whispered against his ear licking it slowly

“The way you gripped that gun of yours, it made me want to drop to my knees in front of everyone”you stated as he let out a throaty groan, pulling you closer by the back of your neck, crashing his lips to yours. The kiss was rough and needy, and you could still feel the angst radiating from his body. You continued to rock your hips against his, making you whimper as he ripped the flannel you were wearing, open. You gasped feeling the cold air against your naked skin, your nipples hardening at the anticipation of his next movement. He moved his hand to your breasts needling at them making you moaned against his mouth.

You lifted your body a little to give you access to his lower half, managing to pull his hard cock from his pants. His lips made their way to your collarbone as you pumped his throbbing dick a few times, making him bite your skin slightly. You aligned yourself on top of him, sinking down slowly, letting out a small moan as you felt your walls being stretched out. Your nails dug into his chest, leaving marks while you bounced up and down on his member. He grunted, admiring you as you threw your head back, feeling his finger sneak up on your swollen clit bringing you closer to the edge.

“F-fuck baby, don’t stop” You moaned feeling yourself on the verge of orgasming, before Rio grabbed your hips flipping you around, so he could be on top. You whined at the loss of contact on your clit but screamed in pleasure as soon as he pushed back into you roughly. He moved at a fast pace, trapping your throat with his hand as he lifted one of your legs on in shoulder to get better access to your aching core. His eyes were full of lust and need as he pounded into you. You knew part of him was still angry by the way he was grabbing your neck. He didn’t put enough pressure to hurt you, but his tight grip was enough for you to know he was still thinking about your fight. You grabbed his bicep tightly as he picked up his pace and roamed into you even harder than before, making you shriek in both pleasure and surprise. You hated fighting with Rio, but you sure loved the outcome. It always ended up with some angry and amazing makeup sex.

“Oh my god, yes!” you screamed in pleasure, your eyes rolling back

“Who’s making you feel this good (Y/N)?” he asked still pounding into you harshly, the only sound coming out of you being a moan. “Answer me” he continued

“Y-You” you said almost whispering, before you felt a slap on your thigh “Fuck baby! You, you are” you screamed tears welling up in your eyes as you could feel your release coming soon.

“That’s right mama! Me and no one else. You hear me?” He stated bringing his finger to rub your swollen clit feeling you clench around him.

“YES F-FUCK!” you screamed loudly as you felt yourself coming undone, panting heavily. Rio gave a few more thrusts as you rode your orgasm before he pulled out, moving to the end of the couch, standing near the armrest. He motioned for you to come closer, and you listened, laying down on the sofa, your head hanging upside down from the armrest. You opened your mouth and as soon as you did, Rio’s cock was down your throat. Your hand moved to massage his balls as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. He leaned in a little, his dick pushing further into your mouth, as his finger reached your wet fold, playing with it once again, making you moan against him.

He groaned loudly as you hollowed your cheeks wanting to feel him finish in your mouth. You relaxed your jaw, allowing him to hit the back of your throat making you gag slightly. You moved at a fast pace while Rio continued to pleasure you bringing you to your climax for the second time. You moaned loudly around him, and it was all it took for him to release on your tongue grunting lightly as his eyes closed. Spurts of his cum dripping on your lips as you couldn’t genuinely swallow it all. You sat back up, turning around, looking at him through your lashes as he stood there staring back at you, licking his fingers.

“Are you still mad at me” you asked him, biting your bottom lip

“How is it possible to stay mad at you?” He smirked holding your cheeks, leaving a peck on your temple. You smiled at him, standing up as you got dressed.

“You hungry? I can make something to eat while you go take a shower” you proposed, putting your arms around him. He accepted and left to go in the bathroom while you prepared something for the both of you. You put some music, swaying your hips as you started cooking. Arms found their way around your waist, and you knew Rio was smiling, you didn’t even have to see his face.

“What you making baby?” he asked swaying his hips against yours slowly to the beat of the music.

“Just some pasta” you answered putting down the spoon, turning towards him, lacing you arms around his neck

“I love you mama, you know that, right?” he questioned, pushing the hair that was on your face, away

“I love you too baby, especially when you’re being jealous and protective” you responded laughing slightly as Rio rolled his eyes before pushing his lips against yours, kissing you slowly as you both smiled into the kiss.

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