#i will fucking sit outside and enjoy fucking nature so help me god!

[bunplushyy]

Cabin In the Woods

Parings: Dark!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ Non-con, Knife play, cutting, blood (just a little bit), pet names (bunny, baby doll, sweetheart, angel), body betrayal, fingering, cunnilingus, hair pulling, daddy kink, chasing, obsessive, stalking, pervy nat, if I'm missing things let me know :)

a/n: hi!!! this is my very first fic, and I really would appreciate it if you left some type of feedback :))) I was really nervous to post this, considering I haven't written a fic in years, but I got bored one day, and here it is!! I hope you guys enjoy it, and maybe I'll turn this fic into an actual AU

Word count: 4.5k

After your long semester and treacherous finals and projects you had to finish, you decided that you wanted to go to an Air BNB to relax and take time off from the real world. You always liked the woods; it was calming, and you and your parents always went on camping trips when you were younger. Getting older, you found escaping to the woods after a long, hard time and reconnecting with nature was very rehabilitating. So, seeing this offer, you decided to pack your bags and go out for a week. 

There was a slight knock on the door. You assumed it might have been Wanda, the lady who let you stay in her lovely cabin. "Hello? Anyone home?" The knocking continued till you got up and answered the door. 

"Oh..thank god someone answered!" A woman who didn't look like Wanda from the pictures in the cabin stood there. She wore a simple tank top with ripped jeans and black boots to finish the look. She had deep red hair that was messily tied up in a bun. She looked like she had a backpack with a camera around her neck; she must have been a hiker. 

"A-are you okay? It's pretty late out.. are you hurt?" Seeing someone out this late was very strange. When you would go out, it was close to sundown, but you always made it back in time before the sun fully set. 

The woman let out a nervous laugh, "I'm fine, I'm not hurt or anything, but um," she trailed off, clutching her camera in her hands.".. Fuck this is so embarrassing..but I'm uh, pretty lost.." her voice trailed off before she decided to muster up the courage to look at you. 

"Listen, I know... I know. I was trying to get some pictures of the area, and the lookout points weren't doing them justice, so I kind of.. Went off the trail. I mean, I did get a few good photos in the process!" she let out a deep sigh, catching the concerned look on your face." sorry, Besides the point. Can you possibly point me in the right direction of the trail?"

 "Well...I haven't been here for a while, but I can help you." You peeked your head outside past her and recollected your memory of the path you would take when you went on your walks before speaking again.

"got it.. Back up the hill, stay to the right of the river.." She smirked, "And there isn't any chance of you walking back with me?" You didn't know the lady, but the kindness in you wanted to go with her to make sure she got back safe, but how would you get back in the dark?

"I'm kidding! Of course not... It's getting dark for a young girl like you to be out this late anyways.." she grabbed onto the straps of her backpack, sighing, "Well... Thank you! I'm sorry for barging into your peaceful weekend; maybe I'll see you and whoever you are here with hiking tomorrow?" You gave a shy nod and told the woman goodnight before closing the door and going to bed. 

The next day, you spent the whole morning and afternoon cooking breakfast and sitting by the river writing in your journal. Since the river was so close to your cabin, you decided it would be nice to hang out there before returning. The weather was nice; some birds were chirping in the distance, the water was calm, and there weren't many people around. 

The sun started to set, so you decided it was time for your walk. It was pretty late; the sun had almost entirely set, but you figured no one would be around, and you wouldn't travel far from the cabin; you went on your journey. The woods at night were more serene; the stars you never get to see because of the city lights lit up your path along with the moon; the woodland creatures were more than likely asleep at night, so the bunnies, deer, and birds you saw while you were at the river were long gone. 

It wasn't before long you heard a crack deep in the forest that made you jump, assuming you were alone. "Oh, it's you!" you heard a familiar voice say before turning towards it. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to sneak up on you... I mean, it's not hard to spook someone when they are hiking at night." the woman let out a deep laugh before you glared at her for scaring you. 

"Well, I was going on my daily walk... I lost track of time and…what are you doing out here??" You folded your arms, waiting for her reply. "What am I doing out here? More photography..now that I know my way back, I won't get lost if I decide to go out and take some shots of the moon or... Other things.." she leaned against the tree before smiling again, "So, did you get any of your friends to come hiking with you?" You started to look down, but her laugh and deeper voice took you out of your thoughts. 

"Oh… don't tell me you came to that cabin alone... What is a young girl like you doing by herself in a cabin in the woods?"

"I just wanted to take some time off after my semester in school; I assumed no one comes out here, so-" The woman stood up straight; it wasn't until now that you noticed that she was a lot taller and more muscular-looking than you. She had defined muscles along with her shirt, showing off her toned abs. 

"Oh, you are a lot braver than me; I mean, your not worried something happened to you while you were out here; I get it it's pretty remote out here... But Shit can happen, right?"

"Yea… I guess you are right; I just assumed because, on the listing, the lady said people don't come around the area as much, so it would be quiet and peaceful… "You brushed off that she was standing slightly close to you, and you backed away a bit. "Anyways, where's your camera? I'd love to see some of your pictures if you don't mind.." giving her a soft, warm smile, you leaned against the tree. 

"Oh, it's here! I know it doesn't look like much. But I've gotten some really.. Really good photos so far. It takes great close-up shots...We could go back to your cabin and get you out of the dark, and I can show them to you. Only if you want.." she licked her lips before leaning over you against the tree.

"I didn't say this earlier, but you are very pretty. I mean, I could take your pictures too if you want.." The woman's deep voice rattled through your head, and the prominent shyness started to creep up on your face because of how close you were. "Come on! Why do you look so nervous all of a sudden? I mean, you know I've taken photos of you already... what's a few more?"

"You…what?" Your smile quickly turned into a frown, and hearing her laugh only made you feel worse, "It's not like you can stop me, pretty girl.." there was darkness in her eyes that made your body feel cold. You tried too hard to get from her, proving extremely hard because she trapped you between her and the tree. But you managed to get out of the way and make a run for it. 

"You know you only make it worse if you run!!" You paid her no mind instead, running as far as you could. You couldn't run to your cabin because she knew exactly where it was. Maybe the service road could be some help? 

You heard heavy footsteps come after you, but you were determined to get out of the woods. Your breath was ragged, and your running started to slow down; you assumed that you would be more fit to run long distances, but your daily pilates proved you wrong. 

It wasn't long until your arm got pulled, and your body got pressed against the ground. "You can only run so far, bunny.." her breath beating down your neck as you tried to catch yours. 

"Haha... I got you~ awe, bunny, look at those pretty wide eyes, you struggling to catch your breath. I told you there was no use to running; you should have listened to me, darling." she moved a piece of hair behind your ear, now straddling your back, "What really was the plan here? You came out to stay at a cabin alone, you answered the door for a stranger and went out a night completely defenseless. If I didn't know any better, it was like you wanted someone to." She stopped and laughed. She saw the tears roll down your face onto the forest floor. 

"Well... I don't want to spoil the surprise I have planned for you…" she smiled, taking her thumb and wiping your falling tears before she ran that same thumb across her tongue, letting out a guttural moan. 

You just knew you were dead; you watched way too many true crime videos to see what happens to people who are in your situation. You felt her start to bite and kiss the side of your neck, starting to leave a bruise on it, making you whimper in the process. 

"Was that a whimper? What a sweet little bunny..! Do it again.." she returned to a different spot, moaning on your neck, marking you as hers. "I feel you shaking, sweetheart, don't be scared... I'm going to make you feel good.." You started to kick at her, trying to free yourself yet again. 

"Hey.. hey... I can hold you down with one hand and choke you with the other. Do you want me to fuck your pathetic little body on the ground like the little slut you are," she growled in your ear, sending shivers down your body, "or are you going to come back to the cabin with me, like a good little bunny?" she nipped at your ear earning a small yelp from you, "ill.. Come back w-with you please.." you managed to squeak out. 

"Good girl, now come on.." she slowly got off you, still holding onto your arms. "I don't think I need to tell you; what would happen if you try to run again, do I?" You started to get a bit antsy, tears spilling down your face before you heard a flick of a knife that was swiftly held up to your throat. 

"Ah ah ah... Now you are all quiet, aren't you?.. I'm astonished you seemed like a very smart girl; you fell for the lost little hiker act... Such a gullible little bunny.." she chuckled before pushing you to walk. Not before long, you both showed up to the cabin. The knife is still at your neck. Your arms locked tightly in her other hand. 

"Open the door.." your shaky hands unlocked the door, letting you inside. She led you both to a couch in the middle of the room before she sat on it, grabbing your hair and pulling you towards her, making you cry out. "You have such pretty soft hair, bunny.." she let go of it, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss, instantly dominating your mouth. 

She bit your lip, making you whimper in her lap, making her pull away, now sadistically smiling at you. "Mmm, you like it when I bite your lip, hm? I felt that shiver, sweet girl.. "she let out a deep breath "fuck, I couldn't help myself after seeing you hiking from that lookout point. Your gorgeous ass and thighs in those leggings, your cute little face when you got tried...I got myself off before I got up to where I was. I snapped photo after photo of you while you played in the river and when you went out to journal in your pajamas every morning. But I knew pictures weren't enough, no... I had to have you. I had to be the one that makes you tired, to make you whimper and moan for me. I need to see you... All of you, bunny. Let's get you out of these, hm?" you felt the coldness of her sharp knife press against you, cutting your shirt off along with your sports bra. 

She moaned when she saw your breasts pop out of your bra before dropping the knife and taking them in her hands, teasing you, smiling when you started trembling in her lap. 

"I know you are excited, darling... I am, too.." she ran her palms up your stomach before wrapping them around your neck.

"N-no, please.." she tilted her head before frowning at you, "No? Did you just say no.. to me?" her voice became monotone. She looked like she wasn't happy. 

"Look at me." you didn't. You were too busy in your mind, assuming the worst was about to happen to you until you felt a sharp sting across your cheek. "I said. Look. At. Me." she gritted through her teeth. "You're going to listen to me, bunny? I'm going to get these leggings off, then you're going to go up to that bedroom of yours and lay back on your bed... Do you understand me?" you looked down at the knife in her hand that was dangerously close to your chest. "Look at me. Look at me in the eyes, not the knife, baby.." your eyes slowly met hers. "Good girl.." 

Tears started to pool up again, making her give you a fake pout, "Baby doll, you do not have to cry.. I'm going to make you feel so good. And you're going to make me feel good, too.." you started to sniffle and chose not to say anything else. 

"Now, we are going to walk... And you're going to feel this knife pressed against your throat. If you do anything stupid, you will be sliced open..is that clear?" you nodded, whimpering.

"Say yes, Daddy.." you heard the smile in her voice when she said that. 

"Y-yes, Daddy.." she let out a satisfied hum, "there we go.." You both made your way up to the bedroom, lying on the bed as you were told. "Just like that... Good little bunny!!" smiled, pulling out her camera, "Let me just... capture this moment.." she started taking pictures of you pouting when you began to cry again. "Baby, don't cry! I need you to smile! Let's see that pretty smile, okay?" 

After a few more pictures, she removed her bag, set the camera on the nightstand, and walked over to you. "Hmm, can you do one last thing for me, bunny?.. Give me your wrist." she took your wrist, chaining them to the bed. 

"You can pull off them now, but it won't matter.." she giggled. 

"W-why..?"

She chuckled, "Aren't you the curious bunny.." she smiled, getting close to your face. "Because baby, I'm going to fuck you so good you aren't going to want to go anywhere..not... That'd let you anyway. Now.. open your mouth." 

You looked at her, opening your mouth before she squeezed your face, making you stick your tongue out before spitting on it. "Aht aht.. Don't swallow it, doll. Keep your tongue out nice and pretty for me.." she started to take off her clothes, and you watched as she did, seeing all the scratches you had left from trying to fight back. "seems like you put up a small fight.." she climbed over you, giving you a complete view of her glistening pussy. Seeing how wet she was from this whole interaction didn't even compare to how much you were dripping on the bed. But you were scared shitless. Your body felt otherwise. 

She lowered herself on your face, grabbing your hair and making you moan against her. "Come on, sweetheart, you're going to eat Daddy out, okay? Clean up the mess you've made of me." you absentmindedly started to lap at her clit, earning her deep moans and her pulling your hair even more.

"Mm yea.. Use your pretty little tongue... Fuck.." her head was thrown back, her toned stomach was all you could see. You, too, caught up in her sounds, and she tasted didn't even notice when she reached back and started rubbing your puffy little cunt through your panties with her fingers making you moan against her, sending vibrations thorough out her body.

"Mm, don't stop licking, keep fucking going. Holy Shit… being such an obedient little slut.." she gasped when she felt your wetness seep through your panties. "Such a dirty little girl turned on by getting used like the whore you are. Letting a fucking stranger use your mouth to get off." her breathing got ragged as you got faster and more sloppy with your licks and sucks, making her cum all over your face. 

"Ah ha.. don't you look pretty angel.. Covered in my cum and your drool…I need another picture.." she grabbed the camera off the nightstand again, snapping some pictures. 

"You want to taste yourself, doll?" she moved her fingers up to your mouth, plunging them down your throat, making you gag a bit. "Taste good, doesn't it? I have to get a taste for myself later, but since you've been a good bunny for me, it's time for your reward.

You thought it was your chance to do something. You started squirming, and it made her a tiny bit upset. "Do you think squirming is going to do anything? You can't get away from me… did you forget I have a knife? I don't want to use it on you, but I will if you keep struggling. You're such a pretty girl... My pretty girl and I would hate to mess you up... Let me cut this underwear off, and then I'll put the knife up…" She flicked it open again, causing you to buck your hips as she got close to cutting them off, making her knick your thigh in the process. "See..this happens when you don't listen to daddy.." 

"No- no, please... Stop, please!" your tears started to come back; she shushed you, licking the blood off the knife before straddling your waist. "You can say no all you want, bunny, but it's happening no matter what.." she cut them off, exposing you to the cold air of the cabin, your scent making her moan.

"Look at you, bunny.. you're dripping down to your ass," she ran her softly up your slit before licking it clean, letting out a satisfied moan. You jerked your hips at her noises, making her giggle. "Oh.. you jerked pretty hard there... Does it feel good? I've barely even touched you.."

She got off your waist, looking down over you, "If I were to just... push my fingers into you now, they would slide in so easily. But I'll be nice... Just circle warm you up a bit."

"No! Stop it, please.." you cried out. Your voice was almost gone, and you watched as she rolled her eyes. 

"Here we go again with the no… you're being so stubborn. I think it would just be better for the both of us if I just.." she took your now ripped panties and shoved them into your mouth.

"Shut. You. Up. There.." she had a satisfied smile on her face. "Oh, don't look so terrified... It wasn't like you were going to wear those panties again anyway... Now where was I… right." she smiled, continuing to circle your clit, moaning before sticking two fingers in you and making you scream. 

"Aww, look at you taking two fingers like a good girl; you usually can only fit one in. You brought that new toy with you on your trip but couldn't even fit that. And look at you now, being a big girl, taking two of my fingers so easily." She really has been watching you this whole time. You were sure you closed the curtains... Maybe she had heard you mumbling to yourself about it...

The room was full of sounds from your aching cunt, her deep moans from seeing your pussy grip her fingers, and your cries of pain that soon turned into pleasures. She started to use her thumb to rub your clit. 

"What if I was to add another finger..oh.. Was that a moan, bunny?" she bit her lip before laughing, "Let me hear it again.." she started to move her thumb faster, making you arch your back before pushing down on your stomach and fingering you harder. 

"Oh, I think you're getting closer for me, baby; we can stop, though, for a second.." she pulled her fingers out of you, making you whimper and clinch around nothing, missing her fingers being inside of you. She started to laugh, seeing your face begin to tear up again. 

"Look at you... It's pathetic! First telling me no and now wanting me to finish you off... You're so adorable, bunny.." she went in her bag and got something to put on. When she came back, she had a strap without the toy. She started to look at your bags before taking the brand-new toy you brought and attaching it to it. "It's so cute that you picked out this one... This might be a little too big for you, don't you think?" she was right; you had picked out a toy that was way too big for you. You ultimately chose it because of its appearance; it was a clear and pink silicone toy with little hearts in it. You didn't read the size when you ordered it and ordered a 9-inch. 

"Don't worry, bunny, ill make it fit.." she lined herself up with your entrance rubbing the tip up and down your slick-covered cunt. "You make me so fucking wet bunny... The way you took my pussy in your mouth like a good slut. You were such a good girl, making me feel so good. But now it's my turn to make you feel even better." she slowly pushed herself in, making you moan out, her holding your hips still as you took almost half the cock in you. 

"Mm, look at that.. God, I wish you could see how good your cunt looks stretched around this toy.." She started to rub your clit again, pushing more and more into you before you felt her bottom out into you. "That's a good girl!! See, I knew you could do it.." she started slowly but started to pound you when she felt you loosen up a little bit. Your back was arched as she held your hips, mumbling dirty names in your ear as she fucked you senseless.

"Doesn't it feel good, bunny?" your face was puffy from all the tears you were letting out as she started to kiss them away. She mumbled into your neck, "I know, I know… it's so hard to go slow when you're making cute noises like these. I want you to scream for me... But there is always tomorrow for that angel; you are all mine. I don't have to rush; you didn't think this was the last time we'd do this, did you?" your heart sank as tears rose in your eyes. 

 You whimpered about how the owner of the house would be looking for you, but nothing came out except muffled sounds in between her thrusts. She chuckled and looked down at you.

"Honey, no one is going to look for you. Your mine for the next few days... Maybe even longer. Fuck! You feel so fucking good. I don't think I'll ever let you go.." you were trying your best to stifle your moans, not trying to be loud to let her know you were slightly enjoying her movements. She stroked your face with her hand before cupping your face.

"It's so cute watching you try to be quiet; you can let go for me, bunny... No one is going to hear you. It's okay.." her breath was ragged again, and her thrust became sloppier.

"You're doing so good for me, sweetheart. Sweetheart, let me help you.." she reached into the side table drawer and pulled out a small vibrator, widening your eyes. 'How did she know that was there?' you thought. But you were completely snapped out of it before she unchained one of your hands and put the vibrator in your hand before guiding it to your clit. 

"Oh fuck!! Your clinching so hard around my cock, bunny… I want you to come for me, doll.." she slapped your face, "aht aht I want to see your pretty little eyes, come on now look at me while you cum, come on be a good girl for me.." the tears pricked at your eyes, but they seemed only to egg her on. 

"Mm, does it feel good, angel? Me pounding you with your toy while you have a little vibrator on your clit?" her moans got louder, and so did yours. It wasn't until she removed your hand with the vibrator from your clit you let out the most pornographic moan, squirting on her and the bed as she pulled out of you. 

Your body was spazzing as she unchained you pulling you into her lap and holding you as you came down from your high. She reached over to grab a water bottle from her bag and gave it to you, making you drink it as she smiled down at you. There was a faint buzz from the other nightstand as you tried to catch your breath; the woman reached over to get what seemed to be your phone. She let out a small chuckle before moving the strand of hair out of your face and showing you your phone. 

"Look, bunny, the owner said you don't have to worry about the payment... She said she'd be home shortly... Though I don't think the cameras did you justice, she'd want to see you for herself.." She sat the phone down before laying you back down on the bed. 

"But let's get you cleaned up first. I want my wife to see how adorable you are when you aren't covered in sweat and cum.. Maybe you can show her the pictures when she comes. How does that sound?" 

And with that, she went to run the bath. You weren't going anywhere anytime soon, not that your legs worked anyway. She carried you to the bathtub, settling you in before going downstairs. It wasn't until long before you heard the words, "Oh Nat, she's perfect... Our perfect bunny."

[yourmidnightlover]

good vibrations

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: you love been pent up for weeks now and just needed a quick release when you get interrupted by your best friend…

warnings: !not proofread! vibrators used (hahaha get it? the title), kinda simpy/puppy-esc xavier, unprotected piv, kinda bossy reader?

a/n: this is kind of a shortie, but it was in my head. i might revisit the idea and rewrite it much better, but we shall see. double post tonight… isn’t it wild??? anyways, enjoy, my loves <3

you knew xavier would be coming by soon to go with you to jericho for a late night outing. you just couldn’t help yourself.

you hadn’t been able to get yourself off for three weeks due to exams and everything going on. it didn’t help that your best friend, who you loved, always wanted to hang out. and you loved hanging out with him too! just not when you were horny as hell and absolutely had to get yourself off soon or you would explode.

at this point nothing would stop you from pulling out your vibrator and turning it on the lowest setting to get yourself worked up. god, the way it feels against your clit is perfect, even more so as you turn it up a level... again, and again until it's at its highest setting.

but it was still extremely hard to explain as he barged into your dorm, "you ready to go..." his eyes were trained on your vibrator positioned right between your legs, focused on that sensitive little nub that's been aching for days. you really weren't sure how he hadn't heard the vibrator from outside, it was on the highest setting. "yet?" his voice rose nearly three octaves as he spoke.

"i..." you had already switched the vibrator off before you froze for a second. you noticed him swiftly turning around, mumbling apologies as you covered yourself with your blanket, throwing your head back with a groan. "gahhh!" you practically growled. "I JUST WANT TO CUM, XAVIER!"

"ohhh my god," he swiftly switched back to reality as he began to walk towards the door.

"wait..." you told him as his hand was on the doorknob. "look, i'm sorry. i've just been a bit... frustrated and pent up the past few weeks. I figured i would take care of it before we went out because i really thought i was going to explode... anyway, i'm sorry."

"you-you don't have any reason to be," he shook his head as he turned towards you. "i mean it's natural for that to... y'know, yea. i mean i do it too, so i definitely know the feeling of needing that... release."

"exactly!" you sighed, glad that he wasn't repulsed by your actions... some people were weird about female masturbation. "do..." your mind began to wander. "do you feel that need right now?"

"y/n, i..." he ran his hand through his hir before taking a seat at your desk. "you don't know what you're even saying."

"then let me rephrase," you tossed your sheets off of your body, exposing your bare chest and body to him once more, "you can sit at the desk and watch me finish and then we'll go to jericho, or, we could help each other out with our frustrations?" you glanced down at his crotch, primarily the impressive bulge that only continued to grow.

"i-uh," you could see his chest beating harder as he eyed your pussy. "would-would that even be aright? like.. would that be alright with you?"

"do you know how long i've wanted this?" you sat up on the bed, your legs bent and wide open. "do you know what i was thinking about?" he shook his head 'no.' "i was thinking about your long fingers. about how long they are, how deep they would get inside me. god, i thought about you underneath me. how bad i want to sit on your hard dick and hear your moans."

"y/n," his breathing became audible as you now rose to your knees, reaching out to him as he approached you. you grasped his shirt's collar. "i really want you."

"thank fuck," you sighed as you let one hand cup the side of his neck, keeping eye contact as you leaned in until his lips finally touched yours.

his hands immediately went to your hips, gripping them hard enough to leave marks. he seemed hungry, starving even, for your touch. he began to roll his hips into yours before you used your own to roll him over on the bed, you hovering atop him.

"i think i'm gonna explode," his voice came out as a whimper, a beg for you to do something. "you're so perfect. always been perfect to me," your lips were attacking his neck, your hands working at his pants. "god, this must be a dream," his hands were roaming in your hair. "if it is a dream then i don't wanna wake up. not ever."

"xavier?"

"mhmm," your eyes finally met his with a kind but eager smile.

"help me get your pants off," you urged him, not even realizing that you had began to grind down on his legs. "now."

"mhmm-yea... yes," he lifted his hips for you so you could pull the elastic band down easier.

when you saw his dick spring up against his stomach the only word that came to your mind were: "holy fuck."

"wh-what is it?" he was now wearing a worried expression as if something had gone wrong, or he was disappointing in any way.

you grabbed his cock that was already leaking precum and began to lazily stroke it, "it's perfect, xay," you pressed one more kiss to his mouth before lining him up with your center. "so fucking perfect," you dragged your pussy up and down his dick as you asked, "condom? i'm clean and on birth control and i just… i just really need this."

"no, just... just do it," he nodded eagerly as his hands wandered over your body, grabbing at your breasts and hips. "please, y/n?"

you waited no longer, letting your pussy glide over his shaft, encompassing it in your own warmth. his mouth opened wide, small whimpers leaving his mouth before he clamped it shut, now biting down on his lip.

"god, it's so good," you let the thought that's been in your mind the past ten minutes of making out, the tension getting to you. "so good for me, xay," one hand was raking through his hair, gently tugging at the strands as the other was on his chest, used to keep yourself propped up.

"this really is heaven," he sighed as he threw his head back. "please don't stop," his hand went to the side of the bed, grabbing your vibrator before connecting it to your clit.

"holy fuck, that's so amazing, xavier," your body began to get out of rhythm, your hips staggering with every move you made.

"i've had dreams of this," he began to let his hips thrust up and down to meet your own. "god, i can feel the vibrating through your pussy. i've dreamed of this every way possible," he held onto you as your upper body collapsed on his chest, now letting his hips to all the work.

"i'm gonna-fuck," your arms were only tightening their hold around his neck. "i'm cumming, oh fuck-i'm cumming! don't stop, xavier, oh god!" you turned your face into his neck as your moans persisted.

"you feel so good, holy shit," his hips began to stutter as he fucked you through your high, bringing him to his own release. "where-fuck-where do you want it?"

"inside," you grasped tighly onto his hair, gently tugging on the roots. "need it inside."

"fuck," his hips stuttered once more as he filled your insides with his cum, letting a few more strokes fuck it all inside you.

you had a dazed smile plastered on your face when you muttered, “we’ve gotta do that more.”

[toomuchracket]

birthday sleepover (office nerd!matty x reader smut)

final day of matty35!! happy birthday to my favourite boy. have a fic about watching star wars and shagging afterwards to celebrate!! enjoy <3

“why did we need to rewatch the ending of return of the jedi on dvd? i thought i was doing a good thing cueing them all up on demand for you coming over.”

“no, you were, darling, i appreciate it so much, but i really need to show you this bonus feature,” matty kisses your head, before abandoning you completely to stand next to the tv and gesture to the force ghosts appearing to luke skywalker onscreen. “look - different anakin.”

you squint. “what? how?”

“they retconned the digital edition for continuity - added the guy from the prequels to the dvd box set release in 2004,” your boyfriend explains, eyes lighting up in that adorable way they do when he’s passionate about something; naturally, it’s how he looks at you, most of the time. “that’s the original guy, there. same guy who played unmasked vader in the him and luke reconciliation scene, you know. isn’t that weird?”

“yeah.” you’re not lying.

matty moves back to sit next to you on the bed, tugging you onto his lap and gently holding your face. he kisses you, soft and slow and long, and you can feel his affection for you in it. “thank you for marathoning the original trilogy with me, darling. best birthday i’ve had in a long time.”

you pout. “not best ever?”

“that would be the tour of st. james park when i was ten,” he grins. “but this is a close second.”

“i’ll take it,” you kiss his nose. “wait… so if i was to take you on a tour of st. james park…”

“stop it right now, i might cum.”

“oh, for god’s sake,” you facepalm, trying your best not to grin while matty cracks up beside you. “let’s 86 that idea, then.”

“yeah. and we can do that number take away 17 together instead.”

“what… oh,” you smirk at your giggling boyfriend. “then you really will cum.”

“so will you,” matty leans in to kiss your neck. “you know how much i love it when you sit on my face.”

“fuck,” you can't help moaning at the thought of his tongue slicing through you, flicking against your clit with reckless abandon as you writhe on that pretty face of his; the way it's currently soothing the bite he just left on your neck isn't helping, either. “is it bedtime yet?”

matty presses kisses up across your neck to your lips - when they meet yours, you slip your tongue into his mouth, and the whine he lets out completely liquifies your insides and sends them straight into your underwear. “yeah… wait, babe,” he pants against your lips. “we haven’t let maggie outside tonight yet.”

“oh, right,” you look around the room, slightly groggy, for the puppy you were convinced was asleep on her bed by the radiator. “she’s not in here?”

“think she left halfway through the empire strikes back. reckon she was bored,” he looks at you pointedly, smile threatening to break out. “takes after her mother in that regard.”

“i wasn’t bored!”

your boyfriend kisses your nose. “sweetheart, i saw your eyes glazing over like five separate times,” he kisses all over your face, dragging a giggle from your lips with each press of his own. “but you stayed awake through all of them, and you didn’t complain, and i think you deserve head as a thank you.”

“you know, baby, you don’t actually need an excuse to eat me out.”

“yeah, i do,” matty blushes, hiding his face in your neck. “because i’d just have my head between your legs all the time if i didn’t.”

you laugh, holding the back of his head and cuddling him. “well, the sooner you take the dog out, the sooner you can come back and do that to me.”

the speed with which matty practically shoves you off his lap and runs out of the bedroom is comical. he laughs when you smack his ass, turning back to blow you a kiss before running towards the living room, shouting for maggie. you roll out of bed, darting over to softly close the door behind him then making a beeline for your wardrobe.

excitement - and slight nerves, you must admit - building in your stomach, you reach behind a stack of band tees on the wardrobe shelf, standing on tiptoe to grab the paper bag you stashed there a week ago. moving quickly, acutely aware that you have limited time before matty returns, you pull the lingerie from the bag, barely even looking at it before you’re yanking your (well, matty’s) t-shirt off and replacing it with the fancy bra. only once you’re fully dressed in the new underwear do you admire it, moving to stand in front of the full-length mirror and examining yourself. adjusting the chains holding your tits up, and smoothing any creases from the long skirt, you turn, looking at your outfit from different angles, giggling deliriously.

you look hot. extremely hot. matty’s going to fucking lose it.

and he’s going to be back any second - you can hear him padding along the hallway, humming the imperial march to himself. chucking your discarded clothes onto the chair at your vanity, you all but launch yourself back onto the bed, and settle into the first sexy-ish pose that comes to mind: lying on your side, facing the door, elbow propping up your head and top leg slightly bent.

a brief wave of panic washes over you when the realisation of what you’re doing sinks in, but you don’t have time to psych yourself out of it before matty’s knocking softly on the door. “darling?” he sounds concerned. “you alright? can i come in?”

you take a deep breath. now or never, you suppose. “yeah. come in, angel.”

“got worried when i saw the door was- oh my god,” matty’s breath catches when he opens the door and sets eyes on you for the first time. he stands there quite gormlessly for about a minute, mouth agape and pretty eyes blinking constantly, as if to make sure you’re actually lying on the bed in princess leia cosplay and he isn’t dreaming. his eyeline shifts quite constantly, too, flitting from your smiling (smirking) face to your legs to your chest and back again. yours shifts down over his bare chest to his boxers, already beginning to tent, much to your delight.

mission accomplished.

twirling your hair around your index finger, you smile at your boyfriend. “happy birthday, baby,” biting your lip, you beckon him over with the same finger; he stumbles forwards, entranced, sinking to his knees at the side of the bed. you run your thumb over his lips, and matty whines quietly, eliciting a satisfied hum of your own. “do you like my new outfit?” 

he nods so frantically you fear for his neck. still, you want to hear him. “words, sweet boy. want you to tell me what you think about it.”

“okay,” matty croaks out, eyes glued to your tits. “you- you look fucking incredible. um, just, like, so sexy. m’so fucking turned on. never been so hard in my fucking life. seriously.”

he isn’t kidding; you glance down at his clothed dick, visibly straining against the fabric, and you can feel your ego inflating to match. “yeah?” you slide your hand into his hair. “what do you want to do about it?”

“wanna fuck you,” he whimpers, looking doe-eyed at you. “but i wanna eat you out first. can i? please, darling?”

he’s so fucking eager. you’re obsessed with him.

nodding, you move so you’re sitting on the edge of the bed in front of matty, flicking the front of the skirt out of the way; his pupils dilate even more when he sees you’re bare underneath, and you giggle. “go on then, gorgeous.”

matty’s barely gasped out a “thank you” before you’re being tugged towards his face and it’s buried between your thighs. really, there’s no other word for it - if you could think anything coherent amidst the pleasure searing through you with every movement of your boyfriend’s tongue, you’d genuinely worry about whether he can breathe or not, so close is he to your core. but how can you be expected to think when you feel so fucking good?

of course, matty being matty, he’s slightly graceless with his tongue in his overexcitement, but that’s easily remedied - you root your fingers between those curls you love so much, using them as leverage to grind yourself against him and, in the process, guide him to do what you need him to. he groans what you assume, knowing him, is a “thank you” into your cunt, and the vibrations of his voice add an extra layer to the stimulation already turning you into a wanton, whining mess of a woman. “fuck, matty, such a good boy for me,” you pant, stomach contracting with every lick. humming happily, he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking on the bud and making you wail.  “yes, yes, just like that… fuck, you’re so good, so fucking good to me. keep going, angel, make me feel good.”

just like you knew it would, the praise spurs your boyfriend on, more than you would’ve thought humanly possible had you not spent copious amounts of time with his mouth on you just like this. after he’s had his fill of making out with your clit - for now, at least - matty turns his attention to your hole itself, licking into it like melting ice cream, driving the muscle into you to the hilt, over and over and over. that in itself is enough to make your legs convulse, but then he adds his thumb to your clit; some form of half-scream half-sob thing drags itself up your throat and past your lips as matty draws every pattern he knows you love onto the bundle of nerves, and your thighs involuntarily clench around his head, keeping him flush against you.

as if he would ever leave you hanging.

some part of your pleasure-numb brain urges you to apologise, tells you that crushing his head like that is surely painful, but it’s quickly disproven by your boyfriend whimpering into your core, pretty little masochist that he is. he looks up at you, beautiful eyes rolling back further into his head with every moan you make, responding with whines and groans of his own. there are a lot of things to like and love about matty, and his focused desire to always make you feel good is one of them - he gets off on this, making you feel nothing less than euphoric, and there’s no way in hell he’s stopping doing what he’s doing until you cum.

and when he rapidly flicks his tongue on your clit, side to side, curls flying everywhere from the force with which he’s shaking his head, you do. the building ball of pleasure in your stomach shatters, careening into your veins and nerves and brain and voicebox, and it’s all you can do to hold him against your cunt until the aftershocks subside.

matty giggles breathily, tenderly rubbing your thighs as you flop back onto the bed and catch your breath. when you’ve stopped shaking quite so much, you sit up on your elbows to look at him. “now where on earth did you learn that last move?”

he shrugs, cheeks rosy from use and damp with you. sweet as caramel and completely earnest, he replies. “just wondered if it would work.”

“jesus christ,” you giggle, shaking your head. “you're perfect, you know that? now,” you beckon him again. “get up here, birthday boy.”

matty doesn't waste any time; he's lying beside you before you've even finished talking, giddy smile intact. you make the same face in return, climbing onto his lap and pressing your lips to his, while his hands find home on your waist. the taste of yourself on him is exhilarating - you moan into matty when it hits you, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and fluster you even further.

it's such a good kiss that it physically pains you to pull away. but the sight of matty, all messy hair and big adoring eyes, makes up for it. smiling, you stroke his cheek with your thumb. “so, birthday boy, what do you want to do next?”

“hmm,” matty's brow furrows adorably, hands tracing the bare skin of your torso as he thinks. after a moment, he looks up at you shyly. “i’d like you to ride me, please.”

before you can open your mouth to agree, he bursts into speech again. “but only if you want to! we can do something else if you’re not in the mood for that. god, i’d take anything at all. but, also, nothing. i don’t mind,” he takes a breath, smiling lovingly at you and stroking your hair. “to be honest, i’d settle just for looking at you, darling. my beautiful girl”. 

your cheeks burn, your heart flutters, and all you can do is kiss your boyfriend again. it's sweeter than the last kiss, but it quickly deepens into something desperate - you lift your hips and tug gently at matty's boxers, and he lifts his own hips to let you slide them off. you giggle against his lips as he holds you at a funny angle so he can kick the underwear off, pulling back slightly to talk. “can i fuck you now, sweetheart?”

matty smiles. “you can do anything you want.”

“alright,” you grin at the way he whimpers when you take hold of his dick, eyes fluttering closed when you pump it; you softly touch his face as if to stir him. “eyes open, sweetheart. want you to watch me.”

“okay. sorry,” he obliges, eyes opening and widening as you sink down onto him slowly, hands braced on his hard chest. “jesus christ.”

“yeah,” you breathe, jaw dropping as you take him fully. after a second, you begin to grind your hips, riding him slowly to adjust to how big he is. “always feel so fucking good inside me, baby. how is it for you?”

“perfect,” he's fucked already, eyes heavy and jaw slackening, a sheen of sweat covering his chest tattoo. you speed up your movements, and matty groans, gaze fixated on your tits. “can i touch you, please?”

“of course, angel.”

“thank you.” just as you predicted, your boyfriend's hands immediately go to your chest, palming and squeezing as best he can through the bra. feeling generous - it is his birthday, after all - you reach backwards and undo the garment, chucking it somewhere in your bedroom. matty smiles deliriously, and when he lightly pinches your nipples, you can't help the way your hips speed up or the moan that escapes your lips.

clearly, he isn't the only masochist in the room.

your thighs are beginning to burn from the effort, but you ignore it. matty's enjoying this, the way you're fucking him, as evidenced by the whines of your name and groans and whimpers that fall from his lips, punctuated by the gorgeous sound of your skin slapping against his. and you're enjoying it, too - he hits a delicious spot inside you every time your bodies meet, and given your previous orgasm you don't think it'll take long for you to get off again. 

he also seems to be getting close, hips sporadically jerking up into you. it feels good, actually, so good that you decide it might be time to relinquish control for a bit. you smile sweetly. “do you want to do the work for a bit, angel, wanna fuck me?”

“can i?”

fuck, you have the most adorable boyfriend in history. you nod. “i'd really like that.”

“alright,” matty shuffles beneath you, sitting up more against the pillows and moving your arms to rest on his shoulders. he kisses you, so deeply and passionately that your head spins. “can i make you cum, please, darling?”

“yeah.”

he smiles, hands moving to hold your hips. “whatever my girl wants.”

no sooner than the words have left his mouth, matty fucks up into you as fast as he can. you've no idea how he can even move at such a brutal pace, but you're not about to complain; you're not about to do anything, actually, except cling onto him and moan into his neck, your second orgasm of the night creeping closer and closer with every thrust of your boyfriend's hips. urging it on even faster, you slip a hand down to your still-sensitive clit, matching pace with matty and pulling the pleasure out from your very bones. you throw your head back, whimpering praise and pleas for him to get you off; matty watches, mesmerised. “fuck, you're beautiful,” he groans, still fucking you with reckless abandon. “cum for me, please, please. wanna watch you, wanna make you feel good. need it, darling, need you to cum.”

his pleading is what does it for you; with a wail, you bury your head in the crook of matty's neck, whimpering into him as you cum for the second time in under an hour. he brings a hand to the back of your head, tenderly holding you close as his hips stutter to a stop, murmuring more pleas into your ear. “fuck, fuck, please let me cum, can't - shit, darling - can't hold it any longer.”

“do it,” you speak into his skin. “cum, baby, fill me up.”

matty whines, thrusting up into you a final time. he wraps his arms around you as he cums, kissing your shoulder as he recovers. “thank you, sweet girl. so good to me.”

“so good for me,” you lean forward to kiss your boyfriend, both of you unbothered by the cum leaking out of you and onto his stomach when he slips out of you. “always exactly what i need.”

matty smiles. he holds your face so carefully, caressing your cheeks when you pull apart. “i've changed my mind.”

“about what?” you frown, confused.

“about what my best birthday was,” matty giggles, still panting for breath. “it's this one. hands-down. fuck the football.”

you laugh. “can i get that in writing?”

“after today? you can get anything you want,” he laughs, slightly manic, shaking his head in disbelief. “i can't believe you bought and wore that outfit for me, darling. sexiest fucking thing i've ever seen, christ.”

“i'm glad you liked it. i had a lot of fun,” you kiss his nose. “happy birthday, baby. can i clean you up?”

“in a minute, my girl,” matty wraps his arms around your thighs and tugs you until your core hovers over his face, currently set into the biggest smirk you've ever seen. “my turn first.”

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He can’t do it

He knows he’s a coward

But he just can’t face you

He can’t confront you, he doesn’t have it in him

Especially not after what he did outside your door

And since then, whenever he’s seen you walk by, whenever your paths have met, he’s had to turn away because of the guilt and shame fluttering in his chest

Even just this morning, when you offered him a smile as you passed him down the hall, he could barely face you

It looked like you wanted to talk to him, but he couldn’t even bring himself to look you in the eyes, much less have a civilized discussion with you

He’s a fucking coward

You probably think he’s upset with you

He doesn’t know what to do with himself, doesn’t know how to deal with the mess he’s created

So, he eventually resorts to the one person that’s offered any kind of help up until this point

He reaches the familiar clearing lined by the rotting wooden fence

And he almost can’t believe his misfortune when he sees that you’re there—flushed, panting and sweaty, chatting with Hoodie and Masky by the edges of the training ground

That’s right, he remembers you’ve been training with Hoodie recently

He tries to force down the jealousy blooming in his chest like familiar heartache

And he almost turns away to avoid you again

But then Hoodie looks up, and a grin appears on his face at the sight of Jack approaching

The proxy looks back down at you, then nudges his head towards the demon

You turn to look at what he’s gesturing towards

And then Jack locks eyes with you

Fuck

He can’t keep running away from you

He takes in a deep breath to steel his nerves, then keeps walking to join up with the three of you

The two proxies nod at him, and you offer him another smile, similar to the one you gave him earlier today

God, that smile

“Came here to train as well?”

Hoodie’s voice snaps him from his daze

That’s right, he should probably stop staring at you

He clears his throat, tries to act natural

“Yeah,” he lies, and then to sound more believable, he adds, “I figured you could use more practice after I won so easily last time”

Hoodie snorts

“Hey, hey, don’t act like I didn’t get a few good ones in on you”

“You? Land some good hits on him?” Masky suddenly interjects with a sarcastic huff, “c’mon, man, your lies are usually more believable than that”

“Watch it, old man, you’re in no condition to start a fight,” Hoodie playfully threatens his partner with a light kick to his leg, which has Masky grunting in pain

And that’s when Jack finally notices the crutches leaning up against the fence next to Masky

“You fucking—“

Masky makes a move to retaliate, but Hoodie jumps back, and the injured proxy can’t go through with his attack

“What happened?” Jack asks, interrupting them with a nod toward the crutches

“Twisted my fucking ankle,” the proxy answers, shooting a death glare through his mask at his partner, “and then I got a nice little ax jammed into my calf. Damaged some nerves or something, I don’t know”

Jack hums

What would otherwise be a grave injury for a normal human was usually just a minor inconvenience for one of Slender’s proxies

The perks of getting your soul snatched up by a devil, Jack supposes

“You sure you don’t want me to take a look at it?” he offers, but Masky just shakes his head

“I’ll be fine, just sitting these sessions out for now”

“He’s using it as an excuse to take a vacation,” Hoodie teases, and he laughs as Masky fails to attack him again

“You son of a goddamn fucking—“

“Alright, alright, children, break it up”

You move between the two proxies, acting as a barrier to get them to stop annoying one another

Jack feels another pang of jealousy, but he manages to mostly just ignore it

You shake your head, grinning as the two men keep flicking and annoying one another over your smaller form

With a chuckle, you sigh

“Anyways, I’ll let you guys do your workout," you nod at Jack and Hoodie, “I gotta go take a shower”

Jack wants to say something as you’re leaving

He wants to apologize, wants to have the courage to just openly talk about what’s going on between the two of you

But it’s like there’s a disconnect between his brain and his mouth, and he suddenly doesn’t know how to speak

He’s going to have to stand there and watch you leave again

You’re a few feet away when you turn to face him, much to his surprise

“Oh, that’s right,” you say, and Jack’s ears perk up attentively, “we’re thinking about having a campfire in the backyard tomorrow. You in?”

“Of course,” he answers immediately

You smile, and the sight has him feeling all warm inside before he’s reminded of the cruel truth

He can’t trick himself again

Can’t trick himself into believing you’re into him the same way he’s into you

“Great, I’ll see you then!”

And with that, you walk off

He watches you leave, hearing the irregular pattern of his heart beating against his ribcage

He’s only snapped out of it by Hoodie yet again, who walks up behind him and offers a few friendly pats on the back

“Ah, young love~” he snickers

There’s a pause, and then Jack groans, smacking his hand to his face

“Is it that obvious?”

“Obvious?” Masky repeats the word, and Jack looks back at the injured proxy, who folds his thick arms over his chest, “Even an eight-year-old dead kid was able to pick up on it. You’re beyond obvious. You’re hopeless”

Jack groans again, and Hoodie’s condescending back pats do little to console him

“Relax,” Hoodie says, and Jack does not, in fact, relax, “She doesn’t have anything against you, y’know. You guys just need to work something out”

Jack tries not to groan again, just because three in a row seem like a bit much, at this point

“That’s the thing,” he starts, “I just—I can’t. I can’t talk to her. It’s like something gets in the way, or,” he shakes away the very recent memory of what he did in front of your door, “it just never works out”

“Listen, you’re making yourself panic. Just don’t overthink it; she’ll hear you out no matter how much you stumble over your words”

“Which you seem to do a lot around her,” Masky snickers, and whatever’s left of Jack’s confidence deflates just a little bit more

Hoodie shoots Masky a look, but all that does is make him laugh again

“Look man, she invited you to the campfire thing, right? Why don’t you try to talk to her before then? And if that doesn’t work, maybe try to find a way to spend time with her tomorrow morning or something”

Hoodie’s words do little to encourage him

Masky must notice, because he eventually adds, “I say there’s no point in waiting that long. You have something to tell her? Do it now—waiting around will just stress you out even more. You’re not doing yourself any favors by building it up in your head”

There’s a pause as Jack considers his insight

“…Ok. Alright. You’re right, I have to do this”

The demon nods to himself

He’ll just have to bite the proverbial bullet; things won’t get any less awkward between the both of you if he doesn’t do anything about it

And, really, what’s the point of waiting?

“There we go, that’s the attitude,” Hoodie gives him a few more pats on the back, “you got this, man”

When he reaches your room this time, it’s open

He knocks on the open door, calls out your name, but there’s no response

He tried giving you plenty of time to shower and come back, but maybe he’d been too eager and hadn’t waited long enough

The rational thing to do is leave and come back later

But, for some reason, he doesn’t

It’s like he’s pulled into your room, like he can’t stop his instincts from tugging him forwards—a puppet on the strings of his desire

The faint smell of your arousal lingers in the air

He breathes it in, and his abdomen immediately clenches in response

He’s being inappropriate again, he knows it

He shouldn’t be doing this

But fuck, you smell so fucking delicious

He swallows thickly

His thoughts are teetering between wanting to stay and knowing he should leave—especially before you walk in on him

And then his sight lands on a pair of lacy underwear that you left at the foot of your bed

He freezes

He shouldn’t

Christ, he really, really shouldn’t

But he notices the wet patch you’ve left on them, and it’s like he can’t help himself

He pockets them and walks out

There’s a sick sense of guilt clinging to him as he reaches his room

You’d almost think he’d be used to that feeling by now, after all the inappropriate things he’s done

But this feels like he’s just crossed yet another line

Either way, that guilt isn’t strong enough to get him to return the panties to your room

It’s not strong enough to stop him from pulling them out of his pockets and running his fingers over the wet spot at the center

And it’s most certainly not strong enough to stop him from balling them up to his face and inhaling deeply

As soon as he does, he’s done for

His lust overrides any remaining rational thought

Your scent drives him feral

He groans, already drunk off the thought of you

Another deep breath, and he’s practically drooling

It’s no use trying to hold himself back, he’s already a goner

Getting on his bed, he quickly undoes his pants, letting his hard-on spring free, and with his dominant hand, he strokes his erection from the very base all the way to the tip

He grunts, trying to imagine it was you wrapped up around him instead of just his hand

He presses your panties closer to his face, bunching them up, teasing the wet spot at his lips so that he can just barely taste the remnants of your arousal

Friends

Would you still hold that sentiment knowing all the filthy things he does while thinking of you?

He sighs, the sound low and gravelly from somewhere deep within his chest

God, you’re fucking perfect

Everything about you makes him insatiable—it’s like you were made for him, made to torture him with his need

He grinds his hips up into his palm, feeling his cock twitch and throb in response

He imagines you clenching around him, making all those pretty sounds he’s heard you make recently

He breathes in again, another lungful of your scent, and it’s almost too much

He squeezes the tip of his length, and your name escapes him in a husky sigh

His hips wriggle up, pushing more of his length into his hand, and he imagines you on top of him, naked, your back arching as he fills your pretty little cunt up with the entirety of his length

He chokes out another groan, feeling his hips stutter impatiently

When he inhales, more of your scent floods his senses, and that insatiable hunger coils in his stomach until all of his muscles are tensing involuntarily

He’s burning for your touch

He snaps his hips forward, aching cock twitching in his hold, releasing a few more beads of precum at his slit

His tongue traces over the lace of your panties, and when your taste fills his mouth, he groans eagerly

“F-fuck—(y/n)~”

He sounds just about as desperate as he feels

He pumps his length in and out, in and out of his clenched fist until his shaft is slick with precum

He imagines you lapping at his stiff cock, he imagines bending you over and screwing you senseless

The fantasies he’s had countless times before replay in his mind as he uses your panties to help him get off

Knowing your bare cunt was rubbing against the lace not too long ago turns him on more than any kind of porn ever could

It doesn’t even come close

He curses, groaning, his movements growing increasingly rushed and frantic

His mind and body alike are consumed by his desperation

His fingers dig into the delicate material, and if he had any more control over himself, he’d be worried about tearing them

But he’s too far gone to care, too engrossed in the way the pretty lace feels pressing against his face to care about being gentle

When he licks at the wet spot again, he can almost imagine his tongue was buried inside your walls instead

He ruts into his clenched fist, the prominent vein curling along his shaft throbbing with equal impatience

He’s a snarling, groaning mess, jerking himself off like a depraved fucking teenager

He huffs at your panties, breathing you in, letting your scent and taste and even just the thought of you overwhelm him until he snaps

He pushes his hips forwards, his cock twitching and throbbing as he finally cums

His seed dribbles down his shaft, pooling in a mess at his pelvis, but he’s too euphoric to care

He gives a few more languid thrusts into his hand, riding out the high, before eventually stilling

He’s panting, chest heaving, your lace panties still bundled up at his face for him to savor

But it’s just not enough

It’s not the real thing

He won’t be satisfied until he gets you

There’s a brief pause as he lets the endorphins wash over him

And then, as he’s staring up at the ceiling, basking in the aftermath of his high, he thinks, fuck

He really just stole your panties to get himself off

He’s a fucking perv

Swallowing thickly, he tries not to think about your reaction if you ever found out

Instead, he wipes up his mess, going through the leftover box of tissues he keeps by his bedside for times like these

He should probably return your underwear, he realizes

But by this point, you’ve probably finished your shower, and you’re probably back in your room already

He’ll have to return them before tomorrow night, just so that he won’t feel so guilty seeing you at the campfire and knowing he still has them

He sighs to himself

Why does he have to make things so complicated?

Why can’t he just control himself around you?

After obsessing over you for as long as Jack has, the demon has become somewhat familiar with your routine

He knows when you’re least likely to be in your room

Which means he knows the perfect time to sneak in without you seeing him do so

So in the early afternoon the following day, he finds himself back inside your place with relative ease

Surrounded by your things, your various trinkets, clothing and furniture, it has a certain kind of warmth blooming in his chest

Everything in your room is so distinctly you

Not only does your scent mark it as your territory, but the way you’ve set things up, the way you’ve decorated—it’s all so obviously your space

It brings a smile to his lips

He can’t help it; he’s utterly head-over-heels for you

He should just drop off your panties and leave as soon as he can to avoid getting caught

But again, it’s like he’s only pulled deeper into your room

Like he's coaxed into invading your space because he’s too love-drunk and obsessed to stop himself

He notices some of the framed pictures you have scattered around, and he finds himself looking at each and every single one

Some of them are with you and different creeps from the mansion, posing or hanging out at various events

Others have people he doesn’t recognize in them, and he realizes he doesn’t know much about your life before you joined the mansion

He hums, taking one of the framed photos to trace over the outline of your face

You’re grinning at the camera next to someone he doesn’t recognize, your arm thrown over their shoulder

Both of you look like you’re mid-laugh

Your smile’s utterly contagious

His heart swells in his chest

It’s only dampened by the reminder that you don’t feel the same

He sets the picture back down, trying to ignore the bitter sting of unrequited love

Focus, he tells himself

He has to find somewhere to leave your underwear that won’t be obvious they were ever taken in the first place

Next to your door, he spots a hamper for dirty laundry

Bingo

He peeks inside, which in hindsight, he really shouldn’t have

He should’ve just dropped the panties inside, then left without looking back

Because there, amongst various t-shirts and jeans, he sees them—those fucking shorts

The shorts you were wearing when he ate you out, when he fingered you at the kitchen table

He swallows thickly

Twice now

Twice he’s had a sexual encounter with you, and both of those times, you were wearing these shorts

The shorts that hug your ass so perfectly, that show off just the right amount of thigh

He wonders if they still carry your scent

He can only imagine they do

Tentative hands reach out to them

He feels the fabric against his fingertips, and he’s reminded of the way your skin had felt against his knuckles when he’d stroked over your leg

He can’t do it, he realizes, he can’t return your underwear

It’s all he has of you

It’s all he can use when he’s aching for you

Would taking the shorts be too far?

In a split-second decision, instead of taking your shorts, he takes another pair of panties that’d been tossed into the hamper

Just like the first pair, he stuffs these in his pockets, then quickly walks out of your room

He’ll return them, he thinks, he’ll definitely return them eventually

He’s just not ready to return them just yet

Thankfully, no one catches him leaving your room

And he’s so, so close to reaching the sanctuary of his own room when, much to his mortification, he hears you calling out to him

He freezes in his tracks, his hand just barely hovering over his doorknob

“Oh, hey Jack, I was looking for you!”

He can barely look you in the eyes as he turns to face you when you approach him, but hopefully, you don’t notice anything suspicious through the cover of his mask

“About the campfire I mentioned—“ you pause, looking at him

It’s like the underwear are burning in his pockets

“Yeah?” he asks, trying not to flinch at how the guilt so obviously seeps through his voice

“I know I said it was supposed to be tonight, but we’re pushing it to tomorrow because it’s raining”

When he doesn’t say anything, because he just doesn’t know what to say, you hesitate

“…Is that alright? Do you still think you’ll join?”

He nods

He feels like a deer in headlights

“A-alright, well… I guess I’ll see you then”

He nods again

You seem to hesitate again, like there’s more you want to tell him

But then you turn and leave

And as soon as you do, he opens the door and quickly closes it shut behind him

He was supposed to return your panties

Not steal another pair

He’s only gone and made things worse yet again

What the fuck is wrong with him?

[darkroomkisses]

No Broken Promises (Yandere!Ethan Landry x Reader)

Pairings: Ethan Landry x Reader

Summary: Soft-Yandere!Ethan has been your best friend since childhood, you two have a bond like no other. But Ethan's love for you isn't as innocent and normal as you believe. One night Ethan takes his "love" too far, changing your friendship forever.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: NON-CON,SMUT, Soft Yandere!Ethan Landry, Dark!Ethan Landry, Possessive!Ethan, Jealous!Ethan, Stalking, Delusional feelings, Panty stealing, Drunk sex, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Breeding, Mostly from Ethan POV. Pay attention to tags and Enjoy! 

Banner by @straywords 🥀

You were special to him. Every time you walked through the doors of a room; his heart felt like it might burst into a million pieces. He watched you from outside your window, he loved that you have a ground floor house. You always forgot to close your curtains because you loved the natural sunlight. It made his stalking much easier.

He watched you move around the room, clearly listening to some music. Something fun and upbeat, by the way you bounced around only in a tank top and underwear, your tits bounced under your tank top. He just knew you were putting on a show for him.

He was getting hard, he slowly shifted his dick sweatpants, trying to conceal as much as he could. He’ll jerk off to this later but right now he wanted to be next to you. He continued to watch, taking in the view for a few moments longer before walking to your front door. He had a key in case of emergencies.

You two were “besties for life” as you would say, you trusted him wholeheartedly. But he felt differently, he loved you, no he worshipped you ever since you two were kids. He knew his feelings were strong and not healthy when he would steal your dirty panties when you weren’t home, stuffing them in his back pocket and jerking off on them when he got home from school. Or when he would send himself your photos when you left your phone around him, you trusted him so much he knew your passcode.

Sometimes he would sit outside your place, just to make sure you were safe, obviously. He couldn’t leave you defenseless around all those disgusting men around.  

He opened your front door. You didn’t notice, it seemed the music was loud, he climbed up the stairs, slowly making his way to your room. He opened your bedroom door and walked in. You still didn’t notice his presence as you continued to dance around. If he could, he would sit and watch you move forever.  

“Boo” He yelled loudly over the music, touching your shoulders. You whipped around suddenly, letting out a little yelp. “Ethan!” you half yelled and laughed. You hit him lightly in the chest.  

“You scared me” you walked over to turn the music down.  

“I couldn’t help it; you look cute dancing all around” he blushed running his eyes over your body. You look sexy in your small top and underwear, and I wanna rip it off and fuck your sweet body he thought but he couldn’t say that to you.  

“Oh my god, totally forgot I’m basically naked right now, yikes” you moved quickly to find something to cover up.  

“Ah don’t worry about it I didn’t even notice” Ethan says coolly moving to sit on your bed, he causally picked up some laundry laid on you bed, clearly in the middle of putting them away. While your back was turned, he picked up your underwear and lightly sniffed it. He was a little disappointed It was clean. It took all his might to put it back in the pile.  

“Ethan, it’s not like we are little kids anymore” sliding on a pair of shorts, just as short as your underwear. Ethan smirked to himself at that. While watching you slide on the shorts all he could think about was pushing you onto the bed ass up. Your body shaking like a leaf, asking him in a small voice what he was doing, moving your ass trying to get away from his touch. He wanted to pin you down and stroke his cock into your tight body. He almost let out a little moan, his fantasy cut short when you moved to the bed to sit next to him.  

“Yeah, we’re grown and respect that” He didn’t. You hummed at his response, a little smile on your face.  

“So, there is a party tonight if you are up for it, Chad wants us to go” lightly rocking into your shoulder. You were thinking it over. 

“I don’t know...I have homework to catch up on and-“ Ethan cut you off.  

“Come on! It will be fun, and I'll be with you the whole time, we’ll cut loose and dance our asses off” Ethan stood up and pulled you on your feet and danced around you, you couldn’t help but laugh at him. He loved hearing your laughter, it filled his heart and dick swell.  

“Okay sure, I’ll go, only cause you’re so talented at dancing” You joke. 

“Yes!” Ethan pulled you into a tight hug. He loved the smell of you, your strawberry shampoo filled his nose. Your soft skin smelled sweet like candy. You always used sweet smelling lotions, and not the kind that gives you a headache; he swears he could spot your scent a mile away. His nose practically had It memorized.

He was intoxicated with your scent, breathing a little heavy now, lost in his thoughts. He felt his pants tighten and his growing erection pressed against your lower belly.  

“Um Ethan...” was all you said. He pulled away quickly moving his hands in front of his growing boner. “I’m sorry” It was all he could think to say. “It’s okay, its normal” you say clearing your throat. You never made him feel uncomfortable even in these moments. You had a big family and had older brothers, so you understood telling him boys will be boys.

You didn’t know Ethan’s feelings for you were not normal, it controlled his thoughts most of the time. He was always imagining you sinking onto his cock basically all day. Or when he was feeling soft, just imagining you cooking him dinner, being his sweet little housewife, cuddling all day, you both growing old together.  

“What should I wear to this party?” you asked, breaking Ethan from his consuming thoughts. You were in your closet running your fingers over your clothes.  

“Something light, it’s going to be hot tonight” you were thinking it over, your face scrunched up in thought. Ethan mostly wanted to see you in a skimpy little dress, walking around the party knowing his best friend was the most gorgeous person in the room, damned any guy that looked twice at you, knowing he would be the only one to touch you.

Ethan had a plan tonight, he wanted to take what was his. Ethan’s couldn’t stand just being friends anymore. He wanted more of you and tonight would make it a little easier to have you. You broke his thoughts.

“what about this?” You slipped out of closet wearing a crop top and tight pink mini skirt. Ethan saw you dressed up before of course, but every time it was like it was like the first time. You were comfortable in your body, you were naturally beautiful, always looking doe-eyed and full of wonder.

“Yup that’s the one, you look so beautiful” Ethan sighed happily as you fidgeted in the mirror, still deciding if it looks good. “You look amazing, just wear it” Ethan walked over to you standing so close with his hands on your shoulders.  

“Yeah, you’re right, thank you Ethan” you plant a light kiss to his cheek and turn to the closet to change back to what you were wearing. You kiss Ethan on the cheek all the time, your way of saying thank you, it wasn’t anything more than that to you. But to Ethan it felt like he was the first kiss all over again. No, better than his first kiss. His first kiss-regrettably wasn’t with you, it was with a sweet girl at summer camp when he was twelve. No coincidence, she looked like you. He was missing you that summer and had a void to fill but that void stayed as empty as Satan's heart that summer. He only wanted you more after that summer.  

“Alright I'll leave you to it, I’ll see you tonight” Ethan announced while you played around in the closet. 

“Okay Ethan, see you later” He turned around and pocketed your panties. Well, he did try to control himself for a little bit.  

When you both made it to the party, Chad quickly grabbed you both some drinks, Ethan pretended to drink, he couldn’t be drunk tonight he wanted to be as aware as possible.

That didn’t stop him from feeding you drinks though. Partly he knew you wanted to really let go tonight after a few stressful exams and he wanted you more suggestible for his own sick gain. The night was young, the party was lively and full, the crowd of people pushing you closer together.

He didn’t leave your sight all night, he was holding onto you tightly, especially when someone would try to talk to you, staring draggers at any man that approached you. Ethan would never forget this night, you kissed him.

You were whispering with Chad then suddenly you kissed him. It felt like a real kiss, you leaned in and kissed his pink lips. It was soft and gentle, even better than what his mind would come up with almost every night. 

You kissed him a second too long, running your tongue across his bottom lip, you pulled away and laughed like it was the funniest thing ever.

You said Chad dared you and you never said no to a dare. Ethan was bursting with happiness inside; it wasn’t a joke to him. That kiss woke up something dark inside of him.

He was hungry for you and craved nothing more than to kiss you again. You went back to dancing like nothing happened, Ethan didn’t let go of you after that, afraid you would take back the kiss somehow.  

“Bathroom” you slurred, making your way past the crowd. “I’ll come with-" Ethan said holding on your arm. “I’m a big girl, E” you let out a sigh, shaking his hand off.  

“Don’t fall in” he yelled. You jokily gave him the finger.  

After a while Ethan got shaky, wondering why you were taking so long to come back. Ethan told Chad he’ll be back, he started looks in all the bathrooms in this ridiculously big frat house. When he couldn’t find you, he looked in the bedrooms upstairs. He opens the door at the end of the hallway. 

His eyes light up when he finds you lying on a bed, eyes shut, breathing softly. He smiled warmly, shaking his head at you in this intoxicated state. You drank a lot, mixing different liquors, he knew you would pass out eventually.

He didn’t slow you down or make any meaningful attempt to stop you. He was hoping for it, not that he wanted you sick but looking at you now, laid out on your back legs spread he couldn’t help looking at your cute underwear under your riled up skirt.

He just wanted you free and open to his ideas, he was going to wait to take you home but why pass up the chance now? Ethan shut the door behind him, locking it, he couldn’t risk anyone coming in or having you leave the room. 

Ethan watched you sleep for a moment; he shook you lightly calling your name. You just hummed at him. He was okay with that, Ethan climbed on the bed lying next to you. He cupped your face, lightly brushing his hands down your soft cheek.

He couldn’t take it anymore, already shifting feeling himself becoming hard. He leaned in and softly kissed your lips for the second time tonight. It was heavenly; your soft lips tasted like cotton candy and liquor. His kisses only became more aggressive for you. Ethan moaned tasting your lips, he let his teeth sink into your bottom lip lightly. You react to that, sightly flinching.

Ethan smiles and runs his hand down your body, brushing over your chest and down to your exposed panties. He runs a finger over your wet core, your body quivers with his gentle touch. He rubs you again his slim fingers brushing over your clit.

Ethan moans into your neck. He quickly pushes your underwear down, he climbs on top of you, rutting his clothed boner into your core. Ethan never felt so good he felt like he would cum just by doing this. Your soft breathing picks up.

His pants are damp from your slick, only making his need grow more. Ethan looked at your face, it was twisted with discomfort. Even in this moment Ethan couldn’t help but find you so beautiful. He didn’t feel sorry about touching you without you knowing you were his best friend. He would do anything to make you his.

Ethan pushed his finger into your wet core. You hummed and he pushed in again, making you squirm. Your eyes slowly opened adjusting to the sight on top of you.  

“What” you mumbled, you were still dazed and confused about what was going on.  

“It’s okay, Y/N it’s your Ethan” he said in a soft tone trying to reassure you everything was okay.  

“E-Ethan?” you questioned, unsure if you were dreaming. Ethan finger was still exploring your cunt, making loud sounds as he pushed deeper, you let out a choked moan.  

“Yes baby, only me. Your best friend” Ethan said like it was normal to have a finger up in your best friend. “No Ethan stop” you slurred; your drunken state made it hard to move your body. You tried to sit up, Ethan quickly pushed you back down.  

“Don’t move, it’s fine” Ethan planted a kiss on your lips, you rubbed your eyes like it would change what was happening to you. Ethan accounted for this, it was okay he knew you couldn’t fight him off, he’s stronger and always has been. Ethan removed his finger it was wet he licked it clean, moaning at the taste of you on him.  

You started to cry “Y/N, hey don’t cry, I would never hurt you” Ethan pulled his pants down, rubbing his cock on your entrance. You weakly pushed at him again, he didn’t move an inch.

“Just stop, no I don’t want it” your words were hard to hear between your cries. “You do want it; I know you do. You love me” Ethan voice was loud, a dark edge to it. Your blood ran cold. He was right, you did love him but not like this, never like this. You pushed him again, Ethan grabbed your wrists pinning them above your head, you struggled in his tight grip.   

“Don’t make me tie your hands up, I will” Ethan warned you in a soft voice. He didn’t want to hurt you, but a little pain to make you understand he wasn’t fucking around, he would make you his tonight.  

“Why?” You whined, your lip shaking. “Why? because I love you Y/N, I love you” Ethan breathed into your mouth. Your eyes went wide and before you could say anything Ethan pushed himself inside of you and kissed your lips hard. He moaned into your mouth, shushing any objections to his confession. Ethan couldn’t handle how good it felt too finally be inside of you. Your mind went blank, shock strong on your face. Ethan didn’t care too focused on the wet feeling his cock hitting your insides.  

“No E, this isn’t love” you cry out. Ethan thrusted into you again harder this time “You’ve been mine all my life, now we’re connected. We’re one.” You break one of your wrists free of his grip and scratch Ethan in the face, a little blood trickle out. Ethan usually sweet eyes went dark, his face twisted with pain. Ethan wraps his hands around your neck. So much for not hurting you.

“Don’t you understand? You’re my everything, I love you!” Ethan shouted in your face, making you only cry harder. Ethan humps into you roughly, his cock dragging against your walls, your tight cunt squeezed him tightly.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it you feel so good” Ethan whimpered, he let your neck go and you let out a little cough. “Ethan, I won’t be mad, just-just stop now” your breathing sped up, your pleas not being heard. “I can’t stop, I'm sorry Y/N, so sorry” Ethan cries out. He wraps your legs around his waist, pushing himself deeper into you. “Fuck, it’s not my fault” Ethan strokes your face staring to your eyes “Forget everyone who touched you before. Your pussy belongs to me. Your body. Your heart. Y/N all mine.”

The light in your eyes dimmed, Ethan pressed into you, he knows you’ll come around to him that you’ll be his forever. Ethan held you so tight hugging you, you couldn’t breathe under him. He was suffocating you, filling you up in a way you never imagined, he scared you in this moment, it made your heart break. You didn’t know Ethan could do something so heinous.  

Ethan could feel himself getting close, he smiled thinking about coming deep into you, filling your perfect hole with his seed, he wants to be his little wife, you having all his babies. It filled Ethan with Joy, he breathed into your neck, shivers ran down your body. He planted kisses on your neck. His movements got sloppier as he melted into you, he grabbed your face roughly.

”Tell me you’ll never leave me; tell me you love it” Ethan panted out. You don’t say anything, you’re too choked up to speak. “Say it, say it” Ethan moaned his fingers digging into your face.

“I-I love it. I w-won't leave you...ever Ethan” you manage, your weepy voice making it hard to understand. Ethan only cared about your words, ignoring your discomfort.

“Fuck, I can’t take it. I'm going to cum inside you, make you mine” You try to shift away, your protests and no's falling deaf to Ethan ears, even though you know he could hear you. Ethan thrusted hard into, he strutters, milking himself into your unwanted hole.

Ethan didn’t move, he clung to you like a moth to a flame. You let out a silence sob, feeling Ethan’s warm cum inside you. Ethan pulled out slowly, he looked at your crying face, he kisses your cheeks softly. You laid there silently for a while. You couldn’t move, and you were scared to talk. Ethan finally broke the thick silence

“I know you don’t understand now. But you will, I'm never letting you go. You were made for me” Ethan bared his wild eyes into you. You let out a cry again, Ethan held you close, shushing you lightly. You were scared because you knew Ethan would keep his promise to you. After a decade of friendship Ethan never broke his promises, why would he start now? 

[beforeimdeceased]

🗡️ DEFENDER OF SAURIS

how you can help palestine

𓇗*ੈ✩‧₊˚☾ synopsis: rumored to be a child of gods, ellie williams, known for her noble battle against the cordyceps virus is appointed to guard the kingdom of sauris.

☾⋆⁺₊✧ 🏰 content: sexual content, fantasy au, reader is described to have powers, barely diving into the plot, me just losing my mind basically.

ྀ࿔ author’s note: this was hell to write. it’s quite terrible actually and i want to cry my eyes out. i’ve never written fantasy but i’m such an experimentalist i decided to fuck myself over for fun. PLEASE (i’m begging you) give me feedback on this. i want to improve!

cheers can be heard, and nearly felt, from the small tavern sat in the middle of the village. a hip hip hurray shared over beers echoes through its wooden walls. the victor, a savory smile on her face, has fled her own celebration to find fresh air.

outside you sit, tracing shapes into your palm. the victor sees you, and oh does she find you interesting. walking up to you unsuspected, stripped of her armor. a waist length t shirt and a pair of dark slacks making her seemingly civilian.

“not much for celebration?” she asks. you jump, startled, and stare at her with the the most unpleasant face you could make. she’s wondering now if she should tell you who she is.

“just not up for celebrating some stranger in a cape. i should be the one guarding the kingdom.” you shrug, going back to tracing shapes into your palm. she’s intrigued by your anwser and finds herself wanting to know more.

“and why do you believe you’re more fit then a trained soldier?” a hint of defense in her tone.

“i am a trained soldier.” you scoff. “and i know this village like the back of my hand. i’ve got a strong hold on my magic. i’ve been training for years.” her face gets serious now as she listens. “some lunatic with a knife swoops in and wipes all of that from under me.”

“well i don’t think i’m a lunatic.” she follows. your eyes shoot up in realization, then an annoyed scoff leaves your lips. “you sure act like one.”

“how so?” she questions.

you place a firm hand on your hip. “you definitely wouldn’t have told me you were the victor if i didnt bring it up. i think that’s information you’re required to disclose.”

“well you’re right, i would’ve liked to tell you my name first. i’m ellie.”

✮

the day before battle, ellie had called you to her quarters. you’d always wanted to step foot in the castle draped in soldier attire, you felt bare in your regular clothes.

“is there a special reason you’ve called me to you?” you ask as you arrive at her door. she shoos off the guards and ushers you in.

“company. the day before battle and i’m all alone?” she pouts playfully. she’s wearing a half open button down, hair falling over her face ever so carefully. cheeks red. due to the deeply empathetic nature of your powers, you could feel the manifestation of butterflies forming in her stomach.

they multiply whenever you look at her.

a filthy thought slips into your head and you swallow it down. “i’m not sure what you’re implying, but if it’s what i think-“

she shows her palms to you revealing a lack of markings. one of many signs of honesty. “you don’t have to worry. i just enjoy your presence is all. you bring light to me.”

you nearly choke from the laughter that erupts. “oh, how many people has that line worked on?” you ask, looking her up and down.

she averts her gaze. “is it working on you?”

“no.” you respond quickly.

“ah, zero.”

the air is cool and quiet. a tension rises in the sudden silence. she watches as you walk around her room softly placing your fingertips on her trinkets. “this is quite the set up. very nice. blades everywhere.”

she nods. she’s started to trail you now. her hands nearly missing yours as she covers some of her blades. worried that you might get cut and draw blood. “a soldier must always be prepared.”

you take a seat on her bed leaning back on your hands. “so i’m assuming you prepared for me then?” she looks at you after inspecting the room for more possible sharp objects. raising her brow and fighting a smile.

“only the best for my best girl.” she says. you sit in awe as the aroma of the room becomes reminiscent of your favorite flower. a faint sound of a body of water echos from the walls. the bed becomes a bit softer than it was before.

you shake your head. the gawl of her! and to set the scene so perfectly? how crude. “and what if the princess catches wind of what you just said?” you tease.

she sighs thoughtfully. “i’ll have them slaughter me in the main quarters. promise you’ll close your eyes?” she travels to the edge of the bed and sits next to you.

“as tight as they’ll shut.”

a kiss breaks the reverent tension building between the two of you. her hand on the small of your back. a lustrous poison spilling from the sweetness of her tongue. a toxic feeling you fear you’ll never rid. her touch has overtaken you now. capturing your mind, body, and soul.

she pulls you on top of her, careful to never break the kiss. a soft groan leaves your lips, and to that she bucks her hips up into your heat.

her hands get busy with your clothes. hungrily ridding you of them and disposing of them on the floor. you reach for her pants but her hand stops you. “i can’t be touched before battle, it’s a rule. allow me to love you tonight?”

and you do. a tangled mess is made of you. her tongue licking up your folds to spread your juices around the bud of your clit. you cry out in pleasure as her hands grapple at your hips, attempting to stabilize you.

she shows you a slice of heaven you thought you’d never know that entire night. eyes never leaving you while her fingers hit the spot that makes your jaw slack. not much can be said of your noises, except that according to her, they were a siren song.

she was convinced your sweetness on her tongue was poison, and you were luring her to her death.

[eris-snow]

1. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐞?

Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, juxtaposition, angst, fluff, confusion

Remembering what life used to be like is akin to playing with fire. It's nostalgic, but if you're not careful, it burns.

“Have you heard about the ghost in the hall?”

Katsuki’s eyebrows furrows as his head snaps to Denki in confusion. “What?” He spits.

“You know, that rumour going around!” Denki says excitedly. “The school hall? The piano? It says that it’s haunted by a ghost!”

“Kaminari, you know that rumour is a load of hogwash,” sighs Kirishima as he plops himself beside his friend. “Someone probably made it up.”

“You guys don’t appreciate a good horror story!” Denki huffs.

“I don’t appreciate fuckery,” Katsuki states bluntly. “Now scram before I **make a horror story out of you.”

—

The classroom is quiet when people go out for recess. It’s not silent, but a void of chatter and life that it usually holds. The class monitor glances around the classroom, nods, and turns the lights off.

It’s funny that he misses one person who sits there, staring out of the window while sitting in her seat.

—

“What do you need all this shit for?” Katsuki grunts, putting down the boxes filled with god-knows-what. All Might gives him a small smile.

U.A.’s hall is futuristic and sleek. Due to the numerous windows, the room soaks up all the natural light from outside. Even with the lights off, He can see everything easily at a glance. Everything is minimalistic and aesthetic: puritan wood planks, round, white pillars and a roof so high he’s curious about how cleaners get up there. He’s surprised dust isn't falling down like snow.

“It’s trophies for the General Studies, Business and Support courses. Speech Day is coming soon, Young Bakugou,” All Might pats the box he hauled here, taped and sealed so no one can see the sparkly awards inside of it, “so Nezu required these trophies to be transferred here for the event. Thank you for helping me—”

“Yeah, yeah, it ain’t anything,” He huffs dismissively. “Go now, Izuku’s probably waiting at Gym Beta like the lost sheep he is.”

All Might nods, completely unfazed at his student’s blunt, unfiltered language. “Are you sure you can handle—”

“I faced the epitome of death,” Katsuki says flatly. “I think I can handle a couple of boxes.”

“Thank you once again, Young Bakugou!”

With a wave, he makes his way out of the dimly lit hall.

Bakugou exhales out a tired breath, refocusing on his task. After the war with Shigaraki, the heroes had busied themselves with the reconstruction of buildings and rebranding of heroes as a whole. Most of the time he spent while interning was boring as fuck—walk around blocks, help an old man walk down a flight of stairs or save a fucking cat from a short-ass tree, etc, etc.

A part of him was glad to be given a break given the situation, especially when he was first out of the hospital. His doctor was as stiff as a light pole, and even with Katsuki’s threats to stuff explosions down the guy’s throat, he refused to budge an inch about his no vigorous activity policy and dumb pills 3 times a day.

But come on. It’s been 15 bloody months after All For One decided to roll over with a bolder named Gigantomachia. 10, if you’re counting from Deku’s ‘All Might” moment of standing victorious on the battlefield with his fist in the air after Shigaraki laid unconscious at his feet. The occasional jewellery store robbery can only get so interesting.

He stacks the last of the boxes on the table in centre stage, dusts his hands and stares out at the chairs that line the halls. The Hero Course’s speech day takes place the day after the other courses, and as the U.A.’s Sports festival champion, he has to attend by default.

He never liked Speech Day, with its unnecessarily long talks, but he does enjoy the feeling of recognition for his hard work. The lights shining on him, the deafening applause and the muted silence of those who hate him—the awards he earns are indisputably his, and no one could take the spotlight away from him.

The creaking of the maple flooring makes his head snap to the direction of the noise. Behind the velvet curtains, someone hovers near the grand piano. The figure looks tiny when standing next to the instrument, and Katsuki has to squint to make out the shadow behind the lush red drapes.

“Oi! What’re you doing here, extra? Playing hide-and-seek?”

The silhouette's movements stutter, which makes Katsuki roll his eyes as he takes long strides backstage and rips the curtain away.

“Would it kill you to speak—?”

The decibel level in his voice flips to zero like the arrow in a speedometer. His eyes catch yours for the first time, for some reason, his heart stammers at the sight of you.

“Oh, what the hell—” He starts, before you stare at him dumbly with wide eyes brimming with unbridled shock. You open your mouth, chew your bottom lip and rasp out 5 words.

“How can you see me?”

[savemefromanepicoftimewasted]

The Boogeyman

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish X F!Reader

If he took you to the US there was a chance the military there would help cover up wherever you were in hopes that Phil would help them. A clear mind was the only thing he needed right now, Simon was already getting started on the search. God, he missed you even more right now.

A/N:thank you to everyone who voted for this fic! I got inspired by a tiktok and the idea has been sitting in my mind for ages, hope you enjoy! warnings:kidnapping, gore, violence, guns, mentions of war crimes, torture, language

The house was nearly silent, nothing but the sound of the wind howling outside could be heard throughout the halls. Johnny had let you know he wouldn’t be able to talk much during his newest mission, needing to lay low. You understood, of course you did, this was something he couldn’t talk about and you wouldn’t risk that for him. He’d left behind one of his favorite hoodies, wearing it enough that his cologne and natural scent had seeped into the fabric. It was a nice surprise to find during one of the more lonely nights. You’d curled up on the couch, hoodie nearly swallowing you whole as you watched one of your shows. Had you been aware, you would’ve noticed the figures creeping by the windows. Bodies casting shadows as they slipped in through the partially open windows. It was a habit you’d gotten into during the warmer months, complaining that it would be easier to get central air.

Your screams were muffled by a gloved hand, needle pressing into the skin of your bicep as you fell limp into your captors arms. A nod sent to one of their comrades, a discreetly placed note left on the kitchen table. Johnny would be in for quite the surprise when he finally made it home, the traitor.

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To say he was tired would be an understatement, but Johnny wanted nothing more than to be back in your arms. He lived for your cuddles, the way your hands seemed to ease all the aches and pains he suffered while he was away. A simple touch would drive away all the negative thoughts that were slowly creeping up on his mind. Running a hand down his face he tightened his other hand around the keyring he’d been holding onto. He was home earlier than expected, which meant he’d have more time to spend with you.

Sliding the key in slowly he bit his lower lip gently, unlocking the door as carefully as he was able so as not to alert you of his arrival. Once the lock was done he opened the door slowly, stepping inside to see where you were hiding. Except, there was nothing, silence hung heavy in the air like a thick weighted blanket. Had you stepped out to go shopping and he had come home before you’d gotten back? Sure, that must’ve been what’d happened. Slipping off his boots he headed towards the kitchen in search of a snack. The place looked clean, it stopped him in his tracks as he suddenly realized that there wasn’t a single thing out of place. It was why your marriage worked so well, he’d joked and called you scatterbrained at the best of times while he was a clean freak. You only ever cleaned up when you knew he was coming home, and he’d lied and said the mission was taking longer.

A folded note on the kitchen table caught his attention, his heart racing in his chest as he gingerly picked it up.

Johnny boy.

If you’re looking for your girl, well she’s taken a nice little visit with me and my boys. Might want to find her sooner than later, time’s a ticking.

Graves.

Johnny was angry, downright livid that Graves had managed to slip through his fingers and get to the one person he tried so hard to protect. Shit, he needed to call the guys and get started on a way to find you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

“I’m gonna find you bonnie, swear on my life.” Johnny turned towards the door, stopping in his tracks as the realization hit him fully.

They’d managed to find where you lived, they’d come to your home and taken you while he was far enough that he couldn’t stop them. God what if they were torturing you to get information? He’d tried so hard to keep his work and home life separate, not wanting you to hear about the things he’d done. He could cry later when you were safe in his arms once more, for now he needed to be strong and make sure they could get to you. Pulling out his phone Johnny dialed Simon’s number, hoping the other man was still at base.

“Johnny you know better than to be calling me so soon, we just saw each other this mornin’.” Simon wasn’t annoyed per se, but he wanted a few moments of peace.

“Graves took her, he took my fucking wife.” His voice had dipped low, a gravelly tone that would send any normal person panicking.

“Shit, how long ago did you get home?” Simon pushed himself away from the desk in front of him, heading down to Price’s office.

“Not even five minutes, found a note from the sick bastard.” Johnny was slowly going from worried to livid, he’d gut the man like a fish when he got his hands on him.

“Bring the note ‘ere, gonna call Laswell to see what we can do.” Simon hung up before he could utter another word, leaving the Scot to gather his things and make the drive back.

He slid the note into a plastic baggie, not wanting to risk anything happening to it before it could be analyzed by everyone available. Setting down the note he began to scour your shared home, how could they have gotten inside with all the alarms he’d set in place before leaving. Each floorboard that creaked beneath his foot was a reminder of how old the house was. It was then that he saw it, a window, cracked no more than four inches. You’d been complaining to him for months about wanting to get central air, and he’d promised to do it when he came back home.

Stepping over to the window he closed it carefully, clicking the latch so that it could no longer be opened from the outside. People looked at Johnny and assumed he was an idiot that didn’t know how things worked, and it definitely worked in his favor. If people were to assume he couldn’t handle things properly, they’d doubt his ability which gave him ample time to prepare. At the moment he was debating on what would work best, if Graves believed he was an idiot he’d get to you sooner. However, if Graves had bothered to read his file he’d know that Johnny had graduated top of his class in all aspects. He reached for the ring dangling from a chain on his neck, pressing a kiss to the cold metal. Without thinking he grabbed the note and his coat, Graves wouldn’t take you out of the country unless he wanted to risk exposure. If the wrong people saw what he was doing, Graves would be targeted quicker, and word would get back sooner.

If he took you to the US there was a chance the military there would help cover up wherever you were in hopes that Phil would help them. A clear mind was the only thing he needed right now, Simon was already getting started on the search. God, he missed you even more right now.

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Phil’s laugh echoed throughout the room you were currently being held in, they’d cuffed your ankle to the bed so that you couldn’t try to escape, even if you wouldn’t dare try. These were people who could kill you without feeling any type of remorse or thought, it was disgusting. The only thing you were truly thankful for was that they’d let you keep Johnny’s hoodie. It was obvious it wasn’t yours, given the size of it, and the fading scent was helping keep you sane.

“Now, c’mon sweetheart you know I’m only doing this because of who your husband is. The man’s a traitor and needs to pay for his crimes.” You pulled your legs up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your knees.

“Go to fucking hell.” You spat angrily, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You’re making this harder than it needs to be, just make the video and we can all put this behind us.” Phil was slowly losing patience with you, he’d tie you to the chair if need be.

“I know you won’t let me go once he turns himself in, I wasn’t born fucking yesterday.” It was a ploy, a way to get Johnny here so they could capture him.

Phil sighed, nodding towards one of the other men dressed entirely in black to grab you off the bed. They moved like robots, grabbing onto your arms and legs as you kicked and screamed to be let go, ignoring your cries. Your arms and legs were tied to the chair, a small video camera facing where you sat. This is what they’d wanted, to make it seem like they were doing horrific things in order to get you to crack. Now while being kidnapped and cuffed to a bed wasn't a walk in the park, they hadn’t caused any physical harm to you, yet.

“Now, why don’t you be a good girl and beg for your dear husband to come and save you.” The red blinking light alluded to the fact that he was filming this.

“Eat shit you asshole.” You glared at him angrily behind the camera, defiant as ever.

“I was hoping it didn’t come to this.” The two men standing beside you stepped back as Phil walked over.

Your eyes widened with fear as he raised his hand, a harsh palm connecting with the skin of your cheek. Your cries echoed in the room, skin blooming with a painful scorching heat as another blow connected to the already bruising skin. 

“Please! Please stop!” You could hardly take anymore, he’d only hit you twice and you were crying out for Johnny to save you.

“Beg for him dollface, I can go all night if need be.” Phil’s voice sent shivers down your spine, if he was willing to slap you, what else was he willing to do?

“Johnny, please, I need you.” Your cries were weak, eye swelling as your cheek began to throb harder.

“See? Now that wasn’t so hard.” Phil stepped away from you, letting the camera get a few more moments of your sobbing before stopping the recording.

He handed the tape off to one of the other Shadows, telling them to upload it encrypted and send it to Laswell. Phil wasn’t an idiot, they’d send the whole damn task force to find you, he was sure of it. The only person he needed was Mr. MacTavish, and maybe Ghost but he wasn’t going to hold his breath for that one. The two Shadows standing behind your chair waited for further instructions. With a single nod they began to untie you, chaining you back to the bed before leaving the room. 

Their instructions were clear, nothing was to happen to you unless Phil gave the order, it was a simple routine for them. No one was on high alert, the video wouldn’t reach Laswell for at least another day, and by then there’d be another video sent out. Phil wasn’t sure what to make of you, you seemed too nice for a degenerate like Johnny.

“Make sure she’s got food and water later, don’t need her getting too weak.” Now, anyone who knew Phil knew he wasn’t the best type of guy, but you were just collateral right now.

“Sure thing boss.” The Shadow outside of your room relaxed as the other two exited, locking the door behind themselves.

You curled up on your side, clutching your cheek as gently as you could, unable to stop the tears that were streaming down your face. The pain was excruciating, radiating through your head like lightning. Praying to whatever higher power would listen, you hoped and prayed that Johnny would find you soon and get you out of his hell.

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Johnny angrily stormed out of the room, ready to tear apart Graves limb from limb until his screams were the only thing that everyone could hear. How dare that disgusting filth put his hands on you, the sound of your cries would haunt his dreams. Simon knew better than to follow him, everyone needed to figure out the best course of action that would get you back to safety. It wouldn’t do any of them good to go in head first.

“Will you fuck off! I’ve made it clear I’m not interested, so fuck off!” Simon’s head whipped around at Johnny’s pissed off tone, who the hell was he talking to?

Price ran out of the briefing room, coming between Johnny and a newer recruit that couldn’t quite take a hint.

“Hey! What the hell’s going on out here?” Price placed a hand on Johnny’s shoulder, pushing him further away from the recruit.

“This little hussie will not take the hint that I am happily married and do not understand I am their superior!” Johnny was beyond enraged, steam nearly pouring out of his ears with how angry he was.

“Soap, go sit down and take a breather, you are coming with me.” Price turned to face the recruit, tired of the shit he’d been dealing with because of her.

Her jaw dropped open, she was really about to get lectured by her captain because Johnny couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut? Johnny went back into the briefing room, shoulders tense as his gaze landed back on the screen. Your eyes were shining with tears, tears that he couldn’t wipe away because you were still fucking missing. Price was walking the recruit down to his office, ready to stop this whole mess once and for all.

“Sir I’m really sorry, I thought Johnny was into me, we’ve been flirting for a while.” She pouted her lip, eyes wide with what he assumed to be faux innocence.

“I know that’s a lie private, Soap’s made you run extra laps because you flirted and wouldn’t listen. Now if you’re going to ignore your superiors I will have you removed from this base.” It was harsh, probably the harshest thing he’d done in a while.

“Captain!” She was outraged, all because of some harmless flirting they were about to send her away.

“I will not repeat myself private. You are going to respect your Sergeant or I will have you removed by 0900 tomorrow.” Price was done with the conversation, there were more important things for him to worry about than some young punk flirting with one of his men.

She turned away from him, heading back towards the barracks with her shoulders tense and rigid.

“Better hope he doesn’t kill her, Johnny.” Her words were sharp, slicing through his chest before he had the chance to realize what she’d meant.

Johnny’s head whipped up and towards where the, now dejected, private was heading towards their private quarters. However, she hadn’t planned on Simon being close enough to hear her words, stalking behind her silently. Johnny wanted to follow after him, to get more information that he was so desperate for, but he knew better. Ghost was not someone you fucked around with, lest you leave with a few broken bones at the minimum. Her startled scream was cut off as Ghost’s hand covered her mouth, his other arm wrapping tightly around her waist. She was going to tell the truth whether she wanted to or not.

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You were terrified, different men had come in and out of the room at random times, waking you from the restless sleep you’d found yourself in more often than not. Sometimes they brought food, other times it was water. This time, however, Phil had joined them, a couple of leather straps held in his right hand. Your heart was racing, nothing could was going to come from whatever he had planned for you.

“Sorry sweetheart, but your boy hasn’t tried rescuing you yet and we need to send a message.” He nodded his head towards you, the two others grabbing onto your arms and dragging you down to one of the other rooms on the base.

You screamed, legs kicking wildly as you struggled to break the tight hold the other two men had on your arms. What kind of message did they need to send that required you to be tied down to a chair? By Phil no less. The two men pinned you down when Phil walked in, tying your ankles and wrists to the chair so that you were completely immobile.

“Please, please just let me go.” You’d lost all your fight, hands shaking as you cried into your lap.

“No can do sweetheart, see your little hubby and his Captain have plans to go after General Shepherd, and we just can’t have that.” Phil grabbed your jaw roughly, pulling your head up.

The camera was on, red light blinking as if it were taunting you once more. This would be another video sent to your husband, reminding him that you were still in danger.

“And, well I think we need to send a message about going after someone you shouldn’t.” Phil stepped away from you, reaching over to a table just outside of your range of vision.

The sound of metal scraping against wood had the hair all over your body standing on edge. What the hell was he doing?

The sound of a gunshot echoed in the room before the pain registered in your mind, your mouth opening as a blood curdling scream tore through your throat. Blood began to pour out from the wound on your leg, steadily enough to worry you as you threw your head back. Another gunshot tore another scream out, you were almost positive your femur had shattered the force of the bullet.

“Please! Fucking please, stop!” You pulled against the restraints, begging for any kind of reprieve.

“You know that ain’t gonna happen.” His hand clenched into a fist, colliding with the already bruised skin of your cheek.

You shrieked in pain, spitting the blood that began to pour into your mouth onto the floor. You’d made sure not to hit any of their feet lest they do anything worse.

The torture continued for what felt like hours, their fists colliding with different parts of your body as you struggled to stay conscious. Body hanging limp in the chair until they’d satiated their sick hunger. You’d passed out after Phil took out the new tape to be sent off, unaware of the words being passed between soldiers. The Shadows were simply doing a job, not risking their own lives if they dared to disobey. Surely the other man would get tired of doing these horrific things to you eventually, right?

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Johnny was downright furious, a tiger that had been caged too long and now begged to be set free so he could take down his enemies. The newest video had shown up, depicting horrors beyond his worst nightmares. Once he found you, he’d torture Phil until he was begging to die, rip him apart slowly as he screamed and cried for the embrace of death.

“John! We got a hit!” Laswell came running into the room, a laptop held tight in her arms.

Johnny all but threw himself towards the table, afraid of what he was going to find once Laswell set down the computer. It took a brief moment before his eyes landed on the white dot that signaled your current location.

“Massachusetts? Really?” Johnny was shocked that they hadn’t taken you somewhere more secluded, but knowing you were in the states? It worried him.

“You can thank the soldier who flirted with you, Simon was able to find out they’d been working together, she let slip where they were.” They’d need to get to you sooner than later, if your wounds happened to get infected there was a slim chance of survival.

Price had gotten a crew together, stocking all the medical supplies that could possibly be needed before walking onto the plane. Johnny couldn’t let his emotions get the better of him, lest they run the risk of Phil and his goons escaping with you. Everyone had geared up on the ride over, slotting knives and other weapons in easy to reach places. His hand slid over the barrel of his favorite gun, your name carved along the handle. He’d had you do it when the gun was completely unloaded, handing you the knife and keeping an eye on you the entire time.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna make sure no one gets out alive except your girl.” Gaz knew how much the two of you loved one another, having attended the wedding all those years ago.

“I just want her back in my arms.” Johnny sighed, head hanging low between his shoulders.

“We’re gonna get her back, I promise.” Simon placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently before taking a seat.

The ride was silent from then on, nothing but the sound of wind whipping by comforted the group as they waited for the plane to descend. It felt as if years had passed when they finally landed, getting ready to ambush the hidden base. The few men standing guard were easy to take out, a knife to the back of their head and their groans muffled by a hand. Once inside it became more apparent just how deserted the base was. It looked as if it hadn’t been touched in decades, a thick layer of dust coating everything. Simon grabbed the lapel of his tac vest, preventing him from taking another step.

Johnny wanted to argue with the older man, you were too important for any kinds of delays, and doing this counted as a goddamn delay. Simon didn’t speak a word as he glanced over their heads, Johnny’s gaze followed suit. Right above their heads, but barely noticeable, was a laser trip-wire. They would’ve given themselves away had they not realized, and who knows what would’ve happened to you then.

Nodding towards his lieutenant, Johnny pressed himself against the opposite wall, barely squeezing past the laser. His heart was slamming against his ribs until he was safely on the other side, he nodded towards the rest of the men, waiting until everyone was on his side before moving forward. The sounds of a voice suddenly became clear as they turned down the hall closest to them.

“C’mon sweetheart! Just give me what I want.” Phil’s hands tightened around your throat, cutting off your oxygen as you tried to pry his arms off of you.

You were in fight mode, determined to survive the torture he’d beel inflicting onto you for god knows how long. Stars began to cover your vision, your lungs burning as you slowly began to lose consciousness. Just before your world turned black the hands were gone, your body pulling in lungfuls of air. Gaz pulled you into his arms before fleeing from the room. It didn’t matter that Johnny was currently torturing Phil and was too blinded by rage to notice Gaz leaving with you. The medic had knocked you out immediately, cutting off your pajama pants and shirts to get started on treating the massive amount of wounds you now had. Gaz immediately turned away when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra, wanting you to be allowed your modesty. They would see some of the most horrific things, but seeing his friend's wife’s half naked body was too much. Your heart rate was slow when they got you hooked up, the subtle beeping making Gaz more worried by the second.

“Get the fuck out of my way!” Johnny’s voice echoed onto the plane, the sound of his boots following close behind.

“Soap! No!” Gaz grabbed his shoulders, preventing him from getting any closer to you and the medics that were working to keep you stable.

“Let go o’ me Garrick!” Johnny was insistent on getting over to you. He needed to make sure you were still alive, that he hadn’t lost you.

“I can’t do that, sir, I need you to calm down first.” It was playing with fire, keeping the two of you apart for even a moment longer.

The medics had you strapped down to the bed, anchoring the bed down so that you wouldn’t jostle during the flight somewhere safer. Johnny reluctantly sat down in his own seat, strapping himself in until they were in the air. He just needed to be by your side, to touch your skin and let you know he’d made it.

Nikolai’s voice was loud, letting everyone know that it was time to go and to please make sure you’re seated so there’s no accidents at all. Price and Gaz sat closer to you, though Johnny couldn’t fault them as to why, it still annoyed him. The medics were talking quietly amongst themselves, checking your wounds every fifteen minutes. It was something they’d done to him when he’d been shot in the shoulder during a mission. His eyes caught on the severe bruising around your own gunshot wounds. Shepherd would find the surprise, nobody fucks with John MacTavish and lives to see the day. The fact they used you as leverage turned his stomach, you were an innocent bystander in this scenario.

The plane began to descend, easing the tightness in his chest ever so slightly. You would be in surgery soon enough, you’d no longer be in pain. The medics had the bed unhooked from the wall and the gurney rushed into the building before Johnny could even unstrap himself.

“We need to debrief first, Soap, they’ll have her in surgery for a while.” Price didn’t want to come off so cold, but the last thing Johnny needed to do was worry.

“I know, but sir.” Johnny tried to step around him, getting angry when Price stopped him once more.

“The last thing you need to be doing is worrying over her, you’re gonna make yourself sick and that ain’t good for either of you.” It would be a fist fight if Johnny got his way, pushing through anyone that tried to stand in his way.

The two men stared one another down, seeing who would become too weak and crack under the pressure first. Ultimately, much to Johnny’s annoyance, Price had won. He patted the Scot’s shoulder, pushing him in the direction of the briefing room. Nearly everything that Soap had done would be redacted, Phil’s death is something he’d relive for months.

Gaz, and Simon were already in the room, along with Laswell and the two medics that had joined them. It felt as if he was retelling a child’s bedtime story and not the details of how he’d slaughtered one of Shepherd’s prized dogs. His voice was too calm, gaze locked on the wall opposite of where he sat. Laswell didn’t question anything that came out of his mouth, she knew the truth and that was all that mattered.

The moment she dismissed everyone he was out of the seat and rushing down towards where you were still in surgery. The nurses let him know you would be out soon, but would most likely be asleep for the rest of the day due to the trauma you’d suffered. They offered him water and food to help make sure he would be alright when you came to. He didn’t have to wait long before they were wheeling you to a recovery room, letting him know you had done amazing during surgery. The surgeon would be stopping by everyday for the next week to make sure your wounds didn’t develop an infection, Johnny hoped for your sake that never happened.

He nodded towards them, making a beeline straight for your room when he had the chance. You were wrapped up, your right leg in a cast while other parts of your body were wrapped with gauze. It was another reminder that he’d let you get hurt, that he couldn’t protect you from the very people he fought alongside with. Of course Phil and his goons would betray them, it was obvious during their last mission together that things had gotten a little heated.

“I’m so sorry, love.” Johnny gently lifted your hand, pressing a featherlight kiss to your knuckles as you slept.

The room was bare except for the curtain that separated your bed from being seen by anyone else that could be wheeled inside. The sun was slowly beginning to descend, shrouding the room in an ethereal glow. It reminded Johnny of the day you were married, the photographer had pulled the two of you outside during sunset, snapping one of his all time favorite photos. You were glowing, smiling wide as you stared up at your new husband as if he hung the moon and stars. Funny enough he was looking at you with the exact same expression, you were the light of his life.

“Mmm, hi sweetheart.” You pulled your hand from his grasp, cupping his cheek as gently as you were able.

“Shit, I should get the doctor.” He stood up to go and get one of the nurses at the least before you grabbed onto the fabric of his shirt, preventing him from leaving.

“Don’t, please don’t leave me right now.” You needed his presence more than you needed air right now, to know you were actually safe.

“I’m here lovie.” He grabbed your hand, plopping back down into the uncomfortable plastic chair.

Silence hung in the air like a storm cloud, surrounding the two of you. Price had told Laswell he would type up any reports that were needed so Johnny could stay by your side. She agreed only with the promise that he got the reports done before Phil’s body was discovered. It was a done deal, they’d make sure to wipe their hands clean of this mess and move on.

Johnny would be installing the cameras when you got home and make sure the windows were closed unless he was home to keep you safe. He couldn’t risk losing you, not again, he wouldn’t survive if something were to take you away from him once more.

For now, he just needed to make sure you healed properly and got better. You were all that mattered to him.

tagging: @gaylemonshark

[pandoradoesotherstuff]

The Courage we Need to be Joyful...

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A/N: After much discussion with @astrandofgold, repeated listening of the soundtrack and one let's play later: I'm fucking obsessed with Stray Gods. The story is engaging, and the songs are beautiful and powerful. So of course your girl here had to try her hand at writing something for it! This is a sweet fluffy love confession Apollo x gn!reader.

( I based reader on the Greek deity Circe, known for their vast knowledge of potions and herbs. Reader is mentioned to have the eidolon of that idol)

Warning: contains mild spoilers for the game and the ending!

Enjoy! ❤️

You smile contentedly to yourself as you gently stir the cauldron that's simmering merrily in the fireplace. Your kitchen smells like lavender and fresh herbs, sunlight filtering in through the voile curtains that covered the window. The sound of bickering voices outside your apartment in the Olympus block catches your attention. There's a moment of silence before someone knocks loudly at the door.

You stir the latest concoction once more before making your way over to the front door, it was Grace. The newest last muse who had been given Calliope's eidolon, opened up the secrets on her death and generally turned the lives of the idols upside down. (About time really.) Then standing almost shyly behind her was Apollo, the idol of prophecy and enlightenment himself. You smile warmly at them both, trying hard not to let your eyes wander over the open shirted sun god in front of you.

"Grace, Apollo, what can I do for you both?"

Grace playfully elbows Apollo with a mischievous smirk.

"This guy here has something he'd like to talk to you about."

Your stomach flips nervously but you don't let it show on your face.

"Sure, come on in. Make yourself at home."

You move to the side as the muse ushers him in the door, Apollo looking like a deer in the headlights.

"Well, I'm going to let you two crazy kids get to it. I'll see you later." Grace shoots Apollo a meaningful look before leaving quickly. Something was definitely going on here.

"Do you mind coming through to the kitchen for a moment? I have a new mixture brewing and I'd rather not have it burnt to the bottom of the cauldron."

The small laugh he gives is like music to your ears as he follows you through the small apartment.

Apollo sets himself down at your small round kitchen table as you lift the mini cauldron off of the fire and onto a pot stand on the side.

"What is it?" He asks as you add a little pinch more of powdered satyr hoof from the clay pots that lined your countertop.

"A simple sleeping draft...for Athena. After everything she's finding it hard to find rest so..."

"Ah", was all he said. Not needing any more explanation. Admittedly he was surprised you were still helping her after everything, but he also knew you had a weakness for helping those in need. It was part of your nature to help no matter what.

You sit down at the other side of the table, wishing you had something to do with your hands instead of nervously fidgeting with the hem of your sleeves.

"What was it you wanted to speak to me about? Is everything okay?" You glance up to see him quickly looking away with what appears to be an ever so slight blush on his cheeks.

"Much better now that the trial is over with and...and I know Calliope is at peace."

"I wish you could have told me about the prophecy, Athena, the Furies...any of it really." You reach out to place your hand over his larger one, a sad smile is playing on his lips. "I would have helped you in any way I could, I hope you know that."

He looks up at you with the same sad smile, turning his hand over to entwine your fingers. His hand feels strong and warm in yours. It feels almost natural.

"I couldn't. It wasn't safe. For all I knew I would have been cursing you to the same fate as Calliope. And I can't...I can't bear the thought of any harm coming to you". He sighs, running his other hand through his hair. You don't say anything, hoping it might prompt him to continue.

"We've known each other a long time. A long long time. I still remember the way your face lit up and you said my name when Circe's memories finally returned to you. They picked well with you for what it's worth."

You squeezed his hand gratefully, smiling shyly at him.

"It was the first real solid memory that had returned to me after almost two years. Before that I had only had little snatches of dejavu. But you...you I saw clear as day in my minds eye, and it felt like no time had passed since we last spoke all those years ago."

Apollo leans closer, now clasping your hand in both of his. Your heart beat races as you look deep into his eyes and see nothing but sincerity gazing back at you.

"This is...difficult to say and I guess I'm sorry I never realised it sooner. I've spent so long in the dark of my own mind, scared of hurting anyone with my prophecies, tired of losing the people I care about. Beyond terrified to let anyone in and then Grace, she..."

Oh. Grace. Of course. The beautiful last muse he'd helped to save. Of course it was her, she was talented and compassionate, it was bound to happen. Of course he'd fallen for her.

"She helped me to realise that the courage I need to be joyful was, well, inside me all along."

You're nodding along, a smile forced on your lips as you try to listen to this painful confession without flinching.

"I just have to reach out and take that chance".

"I'm happy for you a-"

"-I'm in love with you."

You freeze in place, mind completely blank and reeling from the confession. Could it be?

"I uh...y-you love me? You, Apollo, you...amazing, handsome, kind you...you love me?"

He stays quiet but squeezes your hand reassuringly. You're thankful he was giving you this time to process his words.

"Are you sure?" You ask quietly eventually, eyes cast down, still hardly believing what you'd just heard. He chuckles quietly before gently cupping your chin with one hand and tilts your face back up to look at him.

Apollo then leans over the small table, eyes flicking down to your lips briefly, lightly guiding you closer to him by his cupped hand. His lips touch yours ever so softly, a thousand butterflies exploding in your stomach at once as you kiss him back tentatively.

"I love you too," you whisper after a moment of silence. He smiles at you, bright and warm like the sun before letting go of you to pull you to your feet and into a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry I took so long to say it, but luckily for me I've got till the end of time to make up for it. If you'll let me?"

You pull him down into another kiss by his unbuttoned shirt, already craving the taste of his lips and the feel of his body close to yours.

"I think I can live with that."

[koitrash]

Inked out

Ellie does your sternum tattoo hehe

Pairing: Tattoo artist Ellie x Reader

Warnings: none :) maybe slightly nsfw but not really

Word count: 3.6k

A/n: WASSAP!!! So sorry for the super long wait for new fics I been working on them like crazy but they gotta b PERFECT. This was inspired by the beautiful, spectacular, show stopping @thelastoflesbians bc she’s amazing and as soon as I read her post about it I NEEDED to write it. Any who I hope you guys enjoy it was really fun to write! More to come later ;)

The strong smell of cleaning products invaded your nose as soon as you swung the tattoo parlor's heavy door open. You eyed the lobby, searching for someone, anyone at this point. This was your first time here and you had no idea what your artist even looked like. You've been following her for a while and it was a pain in the ass to get an appointment. You frantically checked the email again to make sure you were in the right place.

“Hey, you here for an appointment?” You turned to see a freckled girl with tattoos littered all over her arms sitting cooly behind the front desk, which you missed at first glance because the computer sitting atop of it was so damn big.

“Uh, yeah- for Ellie?” You stuttered a bit but you couldn't help it. Pretty much all tattoo parlor employees made you nervous, especially in a new place. “That would be me, Y/n right?” She stood as you eyed her arm full of scattered tattoos.

“Yeah.” You nodded as you watched her whip out a small tablet and turn it towards you. “Kay, go ahead and fill this out for me and I'm gonna go print out the stencil. You wanted a moth on your sternum right?” You nodded again, immediately diving into the form but you didn't miss how Ellie lingered around for a second. You figured she was watching over to make sure you were filling out the form right. You moved to a chair as you waited for her to come back.

Your leg bounced with anticipation as you tried to distract yourself by mindlessly scrolling on your phone. Refreshing your emails for no reason. Rechecking text messages just to see all of your friends were busy with their own lives. God- were your boobs sweating? You were so nervous and it was hot as fuck outside. Is it hot in here? It felt like a damn oven. You quickly wiped under them as you watched Ellie walk back into the lobby.

“Alright, I’m ready for you. Come on back.” She gave you a curt smile as she tossed her head back to her room. You stood quickly and it kinda felt like your hands were shaking, you were so jittery with excitement. Too jittery to admire how attractive your tattoo artist was. You walked into her small private room, which you were thankful for. It was decorated neatly. The walls were painted a light green color, one was covered in framed pictures, the other had a painted mural on it, and the last was occupied by a giant frosted window. Extremely healthy looking plants were in each corner along with some string lights lining the room. It was abundant in natural lighting but she still had a bright ring light posted beside the chair. The seat had three different sizes of the tattoo laid on it and you gasped.

Ellie looked nervous, her hands fiddling with her fingers as she chewed on the inside of her lip. “Do you like it? The pictures you sent looked really cool and if there’s anything you want to change-“

“Holy shit it looks amazing!” You squealed, all past anxieties gone with the wind. “Yeah?” She asked again and you nodded, picking up the one in the middle to assess. It looked like the best fit. The detail was so intricate and precise, everything was perfect. She put her own spin on your ideas and you couldn’t be happier with the outcome. “Cool. I have some pasties if you want and I’ll leave so you can get undressed then we can get started.” She handed you three different black pasties, one was a star, a flower, and the last was a regular circle. You giggled a little as soon as she left because who gives different options for pasties?

As soon as you finished you cracked the door to let her know you were ready. Standing there with no bra on, titties out- it was weird to say the least. You threw your flannel back on to make you more comfortable as you paced the room. You checked your dry ass phone once more before she came back into the room. “Ready?” She asked as she grabbed some black gloves. “Yep.” At this point you just remembered how painful this was going to be. “Do people ever use numbing cream for this part?” You watched her grab some goo on her hand and turn back to you, stencil in hand.

“Uh- for the stomach? Yeah, I get quite a few people who get it numbed first. It's a pretty painful spot.” She chuckled as you lifted your boobs so she could rub whatever that was on your stomach.

“Fuck, dont tell me that.” You gave her a nervous laugh but she was too concentrated to respond.

“Don't worry.” She whispered too focused on getting the right angle. She was hunched over since she was a bit taller than you and you got a whiff of her perfume. The smell wasn’t strong, it was light and clean but also smelled masculine and woody. “You smell good.” You breathed out as soon as you felt her press down on your stomach, rubbing in the stencil.

Her cheeks reddened a bit but she kept her composure like she’d got that compliment a thousand times over. “Thanks.” She gave you an almost awkward smile. But it was true, she did smell really good. “Okay,” she peeled off the thin paper after one last press. “Take a look at that placement.” You walked over to the mirror and dropped your boobs, appreciating the little bounce. You didn't do it on purpose. Realistically, you needed to see how the tattoo would look if you weren't holding them but you forgot that Ellie’s eyes were glued to you. You turned back to her, smiling brightly, and you watched her eyes flick back up to your face. “Looks great!” You beamed and her lips cracked into a smile that reflected yours.

“Cool, let's get started.” She gestured to the chair before she spun around to pour the ink. You laid down, nerves going ballistic at this point. It felt like you could barely breathe. “Is this your first?” She asked as she swiveled around on her little chair.

“Nah, I have a couple.” You lifted your sleeve to show your forearm, littered with tattoos here and there. The biggest you had was a switchblade with flowers and vines surrounding it. It was kinda similar to hers. “I like yours.” You pointed at the big one on her arm. “Also got a moth huh?”

“I feel like its the gay right of passage.” She sent you a lopsided smile and you giggled. Glancing down to your stomach you mumbled, “Look at me go.”

“Okay. You ready?” She adjusted the gun in her hand as she eyed you for confirmation.

“Not really but go ahead.” You laid your head back, waiting for that familiar burn. “You got this.” She smiled at you once more and rested her arm over your hip. As soon as she started you had to suppress a wail. You couldn't breathe in sharply. You couldn't talk to distract yourself. You couldn't move at all, let alone do anything that involves your lungs. The pain wasn't excruciating but it was painful. It felt like she had a hot razor tracing over your body. And she took her time, moving over the curves and little details carefully. Which you were grateful for, but in this moment, right now, you hated it.

She finally pulled back to dip into the ink again and you let out a strangled breath. “You're doing really good.” She smiled at you as her arm rested on your hip again but she didn't go back in, instead she stared at you. “You okay? You feel alright?” She was watching you so attentively. Checking in on you with a smooth, soft voice. The way she talked was so- god. It was all sinking in with her big green eyes locked with yours. Your heart was basically in your throat as you struggled to speak up. “In pain but yeah, I'm okay.” She smiled at you as she blinked slowly, or at least it felt slow.

“You're taking it so well.” And just like that she dove back in, pulling more painful lines while your mind went haywire. Your brain was running a million miles a minute, thinking if any other tattoo artist told you that or she was flirting with you. It wasn't like you could take a deep breath to steady yourself either, you couldn't even move. The only thing grounding you was her arm anchored on your hips. “It doesn't hurt that much.” You spoke softly so you didn't move too much. “I think I could go to sleep.”

“Really? I think my pain tolerance is pretty high but I was dying getting my stomach done.” She leaned back again to give you room to speak.

“You have your stomach done?” Your brows pinched as you eyed her frame. She wore a regular cream tshirt with blue jeans. Her tattoos poked out from beneath the sleeve. One arm was full of them and the other just had one. What looked like a broken watch with some words and vines around it. Her hair was pulled back in a half ponytail, the rest hanging just above her shoulders.

“Yeah, I'll show you later.”

Later?

“Okay on a scale of 1-10 how bad did it hurt?”

“Hmm,” Her face scrunched and it was so fucking cute, as she thought about it. “It was a while ago but I'd say about an eight.”

“Eight? I'd give it a six.” You grinned and her face fell.

“A six?” Her mouth hung a little and her eyebrows were almost to her hairline.

“What? I just said I was gonna try to sleep, what did you expect?” You giggled and she scoffed.

“Well, you're not even halfway done so.”

“I can handle it, you just told me I was ‘taking it so well’ ” You joked and she chuckled as she adjusted herself to start again. You closed your eyes and tried to think about anything but the burning pain tracing down your stomach. Maybe fifthteen minutes passed before you opened your eyes again.

“Did you really fall asleep?” She asked as you wiped your eyes.

“No it hurts too bad.” Your voice was blunt and monotoned. “Did you change the needle to be 1000% more painful or something?” At this point it felt like Ellie hated you and wanted to make this experience the worst ever. She barked out a laugh which you appreciated but was pretty unexpected from her cool and collected demeanor. “Do you hate me Ellie?” Her name rolled off your tongue, it was the second time you've ever said it and the first time you said it to her. It was nice. Had a nice ring to it. It was a good name to moan-

Oh my god. You are too horny for your own good.

You were losing it but you'll blame it on the way her scent evaded your senses and how her hands were pressed on your body. It was a good thing you just cracked a joke because you couldn't suppress a smile your filthy thoughts resulted in. She laughed again. “No, what the fuck? Y/n, what could you have possibly done to make me hate you in the span of thirty minutes?”

“You tell me!” You giggled again and there was a knock at the door. Ellie stood to answer it, cracking it open before turning back to you again. “Is it okay if my coworker comes in to see what we're working on?”

“Yeah that's fine.” You squealed, pulling your flannel to cover your boobs but kept the tattoo untouched. Her coworker walked in and immediately made you feel comfortable. She was nice, talkative, had a beautiful smile and was currently showering you with compliments.

“Dina, she doesn't even know your name yet.” Ellie’s eyes stayed on her as she came to a halt.

“Oh that's right. Hi, I'm Dina! I work the front desk. I guess you came in while I was on my lunch break. That tattoo looks so good!” She beamed at you, which was contagious enough to make you smile wide at her. “Thank you! Ellie is doing an amazing job.”

“You guys were giggling it up in here so I was just being nosey.” She shrugged as she lifted a suggesting eyebrow to her coworker. “Looks like you're having a good time?”

“Okay you're done.” Ellie groaned as she nudged Dina out as she dramatically whined about how she just got here.

“Why’d you make her leave?” You pouted.

“She's too distracting.” She shook her head and you giggled again. Watching them interact was fun. They were an animated duo for sure.

“Are you normally quiet or something?”

“Hmm, yeah I guess I dont normally talk much while tattooing.”

“Really?” You felt your face heat up and your heart damn near leaped over the moon.

“Mhm,” She rolled back over to you with the gun in hand. “You ready? You nodded and her arm- that fucking arm- covered in tattoos rested on your hips again and you were pretty sure your hands were sweating at this point. You held your breath as she pulled the first line but she was further down this time, telling you she had to be at least half way done now. “Good job.” She muttered as she gently patted the ink away but her eyes were glued on you. You weren't sure why, what were you supposed to say? Thank you?

“Do you have any other plans for today?” She asked as she rubbed something on the area. Now- you knew you couldn't do much talking and you didn't want to slow down her process. So why the fuck is she trying to get you to talk right now? It felt like a dentist was working on your mouth as they made casual conversation. You waited for her to pull back to finally answer.

“Probably get something to eat. I'm not from around here though, do you know any good spots?” The words rushed out of your mouth as she leaned back in to start again.

“Oh, you don't live here?” She sat and waited for your response.

“No, I live here but on the other side of town. I don't come down this way often.”

“Well, there's this new sandwich place that just opened down the street. I haven’t tried it yet but I heard it was good.”

“Do you have a break after this?” Your heart was beating out of its chest so hard you feared she'd feel it.

“I'm working late today.” She visibly slouched.

“Want me to pick you up some food?”

Now this made her eyes widen, but just slightly. Her brows lifted and she stared at you for a second too long. Your mind was reeling. Was that too invasive? Did that make her uncomfortable? That’s probably weird for a new client to offer her lunch. Right?

“I would take you up on that offer but I brought my lunch today.” Her voice was soft and gloomy. Her face grim as she seemed almost depressed to turn you down.

“Oh.” You laughed it off. “It’s okay! I’ll try it and tell you if it’s good or not.” You smiled, trying to play it off as unphased. It was a simple question. A nice deed even.

“We don't have much less, we'll be finished up soon and you can go eat.” She reflected your smile and leaned in again to continue. You'd think the pain got better after doing it for almost an hour now but it still hurts like the first line. You screwed your eyes shut and with nothing else to do or think about your mind wandered.

“You're doing so good babe.” Ellie mumbled, obviously trying hard to stay steady against your chest. The praise honestly made your head spin. You couldn't even say anything back to that, just sit there and take it. You couldn't nod, she wasn't even looking at you. You couldn't laugh, can't mess her up. But Babe? Rightfully so, your brain was literally short circuiting.

Even though she turned down your offer for lunch she was very obviously into you. Right? No other tattoo artist has ever called you babe. That's grounds for flirting for sure. You don't know if it was the nickname or the extremely sensitive spot Ellie started tattooing but you were apparently moving too much. Her hand resting in a fist on your hip opened up and gently grabbed at your waist.

“Steady breaths babe, you got it.” Her voice was literally music to your ears. It's so soothing, low and raspy. Like her words were delicately crafted arrows and every time she spoke it shot straight through your heart. But her hands also holding you? Grabbing at the soft skin just for the sole purpose of grounding you. God- it was too much. Saying your brain went haywire was an understatement.

“Good girl.”

Her face was down but you still noticed the smug grin on her lips. She was doing this on purpose. Maybe she could feel the way your heartbeat upticked when she spoke or the fact that your face was redder than a tomato at this point.

“How you feeling?” Ellie finally leaned back and granted you room to breathe comfortably. She started rubbing some goo on it before continuing, “Only a couple more lines and you'll be good to go. Do you want to take a break? I can grab you some water if you want.”

“Water would be nice.” Your throat felt incredibly dry. She got up and walked out the room for your request. You took this opportunity to get a peak at how the tattoo was turning out. Your back stuck to the plastic on the chair as you peeled yourself off. The mirror was in the corner of the room and it looked amazing. You grinned- an ear to ear kind of smile.

“Do you like it?” Ellie beamed as she entered the room again, small cold water bottle in hand.

“It looks so fucking good.” You turned back to her and her eyes went straight to it.

“The placement looks great on you.”

“Compliments to the chef.” You joked and her sweet sweet laugh filled the air. It was a sound you decided right there and then- you needed to hear more often. You took a swig of the water and laid back down. Your time with her was coming to an end soon and you were desperately trying to figure out how to get more. Maybe you could ask for her number before you left.

The rest of the tattoo went quicker than you hoped. Your brain was still completely empty on ways to ask for her number. She went on to compliment the finished tattoo, stated how happy she was with the result and asked to take some pictures. It was all happening so fast.

“How much do I owe you?” You reached for your bag as she grabbed her small tablet, typing in something before responding to you.

“How about $250 and you let me take you out to grab some food one day?” She grinned, smug and lopsided. You could have jumped from joy in that moment. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you heard that right, despite her speaking slow and clear.

“Hmm, so full price then?” You joked and her smile faltered for a second until you laughed. “I'm kidding. Yes, I'll absolutely take you up on that offer.” You finished and watched her let out a laugh of relief. It was a sweet laugh like before but this time her smile reached her eyes enough to crease at the corners a little.

“You had me for a second.”

“Gotta keep you on your toes.”

“Yeah” She just looked at you for a second with pure admiration in her eyes. Like she just met the most interesting person ever. Intrigued by you. “You'll keep me on my toes alright.”

I hope you guys enjoyed this just as much as I did hehe. Also reader is a champ for taking this tattoo cos I was on the verge of tears while getting my under boob done LMFAOOO ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU GUYS THANKS FOR READING <333333

[camryn-haitani]

boo hoo, what are you gonna do about it?

JJK men x GN reader

PT 1

jjk men who are into humiliation/bullying

COLLEGE AU

kento nanami, gojo satoru x reader (separate)

TW: SMUT, bullying/humiliation, cursing, masturbating, cyber bulling (nanami's), ooc (I apologize if they are), ma'am calling, stepping on his erection (nanami's), recording

I apologize if these are really long

lowercase is intentional

I wanna see how this one does and if it does good, I'll do a pt2<3

ɢᴏᴊᴏ sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ

Gojo Satoru who would desperately wait for you to get to class just for you to whisper those disgusting insults in his ear. cold shudders run down his back as your breath tickles his ear.

Gojo Satoru who would immediately start pumping his aching cock as soon as he gets home from class, remembering the insults you whispered in his ear

"oh my... god." you said. you grip his chin as he sits on the floor. you bend down to his height, "you're nothing and will always be nothing to me." you let go of his chin but you immediately slap his cheek. Satoru groans in pain but can't help the blood rushing to his erection.

you laugh at his reaction, "holy shit! you're actually getting hard from this?!" you burst out laughing which only makes him harder. Satoru stutters to finds his words. "aww poor baby, I think I'm just gonna leave you here." you fake pout.

"actually," you turn around, "I wanna make a deal." Satoru nods vigorously. "if you do all of my homework, projects, and give me the test answers for the rest of the semester, I'll fix that problem of yours," you point down to his erection, "and we can fuck whenever I feel like it or whenever you have a 'problem'," you air quote. "what do you say, Satoru?"

"yes! please, I need it. I'll do anything!" he grips onto your thighs, pleading. "then it's a deal." you put your hand out for him to shake. Satoru gladly puts out his and y'all shake on it, locking in y'all's deal.

(lemme know if y'all want an actual fic of this scenario)

ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ

Kento Nanami who puts on a mask so he won't let other people know that it's affecting him but on the inside, he's enjoying it so much. on the outside he's cool, calm, and collected. but in the inside, he's burning with lust and anticipation

Kento Nanami who doesn't know how you got his phone number but doesn't care when you started sending him horrible things about himself. you being oblivious that he knows it's you so you continue to send him those texts

Nanami sits on his bed reading your texts as they roll one by one. he rereads the names you call him as he palms himself through his jeans. "fuck-" the moan escapes before he can even think about it.

the scenario he's replaying in his head is when you and your little group surrounded him behind a building no one goes by anymore. insult after degrading words flow out of you and your groups mouths to Nanami like it was second nature to y'all.

the rapid knocks in his door snap him out of his daydream as he ties a hoodie around his waist to hide his erection and gets up to open the door.

"fuckin finally, goddamn." you walk in his room. "uhm can I help you?" he asks. "don't get that attitude with me, I can ruin your whole life within seconds." you point your finger at him. you sit on his bed as he walks over to you.

"so what can I do for you?" he asks, trying not to sound rude. "it's ma'am from now on, even in public." you get up and stand in front of him. you untie the hoodie from his waist and grab his signature tie and make him kneel down in front of you. you sit back down on his bed and step on his aching cock. "I knew it," you laugh, "I knew you get off to me bullying you!." you pull out your phone and start to record the sight below you. "as matter of fact, I haven't had a good fuck in a hot minute. so what'dya say Nanami? how about a little agreement? if you submit to me anytime and anywhere when I feel like it, I'll fuck you. and if this gets out to anyone, you're life will be over."

"yes ma'am, anything for you."

[ticklishraspberries]

To the Moon and to Saturn (Eddie/Steve)

Summary: Steve and Eddie are...something. Oh, and Steve knows how to braid hair, for some reason, and decides to show off his skills on Eddie. (Commission for the lovely @happyandticklish!! Thank you so much!! Also, the title is from the Taylor Swift song, “seven” - hope y’all enjoy!!)

Eddie Munson knew he liked boys by the time he hit high school, but that didn’t make crushing on one any easier. He already sat at the bottom in the food chain of popularity, so the last thing he needed was for people to discover one more reason to label him as a freak.

So, when Steve Harrington got drunk off of a cheap six-pack, sidled up beside him, and knocked their knees together gently, it was almost too much for Eddie to deal with. They were outside of Eddie’s trailer that evening, joined by Robin, Vickie, and Nancy, who were all sitting on a blanket in the grass, engrossed in some conversation about something Eddie couldn’t be bothered to listen in on.

“Your hair is really long,” Steve said, stating the obvious.

“And you’re really drunk,” Eddie replied, hoping the nervous lilt in his voice came across as teasing instead.

So, yeah, he found Steve hot, but who fucking didn’t? He was all strong, square jaw and fabulous hair and that goddamn smile, how was he supposed to resist? But guys like Steve Harrington were off limits, he told himself. Steve seemed like a nice guy overall, but there was no telling how he’d react to being genuinely hit on by another guy, and Eddie sure as hell wasn’t going to take that chance.

Steve reached out, wrapping his fingers around a few of Eddie’s curls, examining them for whatever reason made logical sense in his intoxicated brain. “Do you do anything to it, or does it just, like, come out of the shower like this?”

“Pretty much,” he replied. “I assume you spend hours getting your hair to sit like that, all perfect and fluffy and shit.”

Great job, Eddie. Totally not gay to call his hair perfect.

Steve gave a little pout, letting go of Eddie’s hair. “Yeah, it’s like a whole process. I’m jealous. Your hair is just…naturally pretty.”

“Pretty?” Eddie asked, feeling his face flush.

Steve nodded. “Yeah, pretty.”

The moment was promptly interrupted by Robin’s cackling laughter at some joke that Nancy had made, pulling both of their eyes over to the girls.

“I feel very left out of the joke,” Eddie said, trying to break the tension.

Steve snorted. “Robin laughs at everything when she’s drunk, I doubt it’s even funny.”

He staggered a few steps over to the cooler, and let out a childish whine at the discovery that there was no more beer left.

“Trust me, you don’t need any more alcohol,” Eddie said.

“Okay, mom,” Steve replied, rolling his eyes.

God, he was adorable even when he was being insufferable, Eddie thought. Then, he promptly tripped over the cooler and nearly face-planted into the dirt.

The girls all turned at the sound, and Robin shrieked with laughter again at her best friend’s plight.

Eddie rushed over to help Steve to his feet, trying to ignore the flutter in his chest as their hands clasped together. “Yeah, you’re definitely cut off, dude. Come inside,” he said, ushering a stumbling, giggling Steve through the door of the trailer.

Steve plopped onto the couch, looking at his scraped palms with a sigh. “Why do I always end up bleeding every time we hang out, huh?”

Eddie snorted. “Because you love to put yourself in danger. I’m just waiting on the sidelines to save your ass.”

He walked over with a glass of water and a towel to press to the surface-level wounds, nothing compared to what he had seen Steve endure, but still worthy of care regardless.

“Thanks,” Steve muttered, taking a few generous gulps of water before allowing Eddie to look at his hands, patting away the dirt and the tiny bit of blood.

“Don’t mention it,” Eddie replied, before sitting down on the couch beside him.

Steve immediately scooted closer, his face so close that Eddie could smell the beer on his breath.

“I don’t just think your hair is pretty, you know,” Steve said.

“Oh?” Eddie asked, voice cracking ever-so-slightly.

Steve nodded. “I think you’re pretty. Like, really fuckin’ pretty.”

“You’re not thinking straight.”

Steve barked out a laugh. “Yeah, I’m thinking quite the opposite, which is ironic considering I thought I was pretty damn straight. But then you came along and all of a sudden I can’t stop thinking about your stupid smile, or your goddamn hair—”

Eddie shut his drunken rambling up with a kiss.

It was quick, nervous, and messy, but it didn’t last long. Their friends were just outside the trailer door, and they were drunk, and the early morning hours were flying by faster than Eddie wanted them to.

As they pulled away, Steve looked happy. Almost at peace. And then Eddie was helping Steve get into his bed, ushering the girls inside and providing them with every blanket and pillow he could find, giving them free reign to sleep wherever suited them best.

Nancy took the couch, and Robin and Vickie took the floor of the living room, all whispering giggly goodnights to each other and Eddie, who chuckled fondly at his friends (which was still a word that felt foreign on his tongue, but he was getting used to it) before shutting the door to his room.Then, he crawled into his bed next to Steve, who had already fallen asleep, and put an arm around his waist, careful not to wake him.

And so, the rest was history.

They hadn’t really spoken about that night since it happened. They just continued to spend time together, and occasionally that led to making out, but there was no label for whatever they were.

Eddie was fine with that. Dating in the traditional sense wasn’t really on the table for them. He wasn’t sure if the mental image of Steve bringing him home to meet the parents was hilarious or severely depressing. Perhaps it was a perfect mix of both.

All he knew was that he really liked Steve, and Steve seemed to like him.

Speaking of Steve’s parents, they were out of town for the weekend, and so Eddie had come around for a movie marathon in the basement. He had expected it to be a group, perhaps Robin or Dustin or anyone else, but no. It was just the two of them, and Eddie’s stomach did somersaults at the realization.

He had brought a few pre-rolled joints, with Steve’s permission, and it didn’t take long for them to be pulled out and lit.

“Won’t your parents freak out if they smell this?” Eddie asked.

Steve shrugged. “Who cares?” he replied, giving a grin.

Be still his beating fucking heart. That twinkle of mischief in Steve’s brown eyes, the stupid grin, the way his lips wrapped around the end of the joint…Eddie was completely and utterly doomed.

They passed the joint back and forth until it was short enough to burn their fingertips, and while Eddie’s tolerance was quite high, he felt sufficiently light and airy, although he suspected that the weed was not the only reason for it.

After bickering about which film to watch, a neck and neck battle between Footloose (Steve’s pick) and Cujo (Eddie’s choice) which ended in a game of rock-paper-scissors, which left Steve victorious, and Eddie pouting.

Barely ten minutes into the movie, however, the two of them were cuddled up and barely paying attention to Kevin Bacon’s face on the screen. Eddie’s heart was beating far too fast for someone who had smoked a depressant, but Steve’s touch was a whole other type of drug. Whatever the opposite of a depressant was. Stimulant? He didn’t know, because he had failed biology, chemistry, and health throughout his high school career. All he knew was that he was sort of falling for Steve Harrington, and no class he’d flunked in school could have taught him how to deal with that.

Especially when Steve began running his fingers through Eddie’s hair, making him practically melt into the couch. It was a fact that very few people knew, but having his hair played with was pretty high up on the list of things that left Eddie Munson completely weak.

“This okay?” Steve asked.

Eddie could barely muster up the ability to nod. “Feels good. Like, really good.”

Steve chuckled and continued, scratching at his scalp as his eyes returned to the movie.

But just as Eddie felt his eyes beginning to droop, sleepy from the relaxing sensation, Steve stopped. He couldn’t contain the little whine that left his mouth as it ceased, and was met with a laugh.

“Can I braid your hair?”

Eddie looked at him in confusion. “You know how to braid?”

Steve flushed. “Yeah, uh, Robin taught me. Her hair is a little too short for it now, but Max let me practice on her. I’m not very good, but it’s fun. I like to do stuff with my hands, it helps me focus. Besides, you seem to like it when I play with your hair.”

Eddie could have cried at how adorable Steve was. Of course he would learn how to braid hair, especially since he apparently wanted children: 3 boys, 3 girls, which was a bit excessive in Eddie’s opinion, but whatever. The mental image of Max making snarky comments as Steve fumbled with her long, ginger hair was simultaneously precious and hilarious.

“Yeah, go for it,” he said, smiling like a fool.

He didn’t mention the way Steve’s eyes lit up when he was given permission, and his fingers quickly got to work separating Eddie’s hair into three pretty uneven sections of unruly curls. And it felt really nice, but there was just one little problem that was keeping him from relaxing.

Steve kept accidentally touching his neck and ears, and another thing that very few people knew about Eddie Munson was that he was extremely ticklish. Or, well, he was when he was younger, and assumed that was something he would grow out of eventually, but years later, the slightest nudge of Steve’s knuckles against the shell of his ear made goosebumps spread over his skin.

He was sort of dreading the day that Steve discovered it, but now that it was so close to occurring, he felt a buzz of excited anticipation in his belly. There was something oddly alluring about the idea of Steve pinning him against the couch and pulling laughter from his lips with some well-placed touches. Still, he wasn’t gonna make it easy for Steve to find out, because it was just more fun that way.

It was quiet, other than the television, although the movie had long since lost their attention. Steve’s tongue poked out of his mouth in concentration as he crossed strands of hair over one another, forming some sort of messy attempt at a braid.

Eddie was about to give himself a metaphorical pat on the back for his composure when Steve lost a piece of hair, swore softly under his breath at being thrown off track, and went to grab the hair again, and ran his fingertips over the side of Eddie’s neck in the process.

Taken off guard, Eddie’s shoulder flew up as he gave a quick shout of laughter.

The basement seemed to freeze that way, Eddie’s shoulder pressed to his ear and Steve’s hands hovering mid-air.

“Are you ticklish?” Steve finally asked.

“Nope,” Eddie replied, a little too quickly. “Not at all, I just, uh…This movie’s funny.”

Steve glanced at the screen, deeming that nothing amusing was happening, and then back at Eddie, leaning in to look at his face.

“I think you’re lying,” Steve said, a smirk spreading across his face. The braiding was suddenly forgotten as he brought a hand to Eddie’s neck and deliberately wiggled his fingers.

Eddie’s reaction was immediate; a stream of uncharacteristically high-pitched giggles poured from his lips, and he tried to squirm away from the touch very unsuccessfully.

Steve just followed, using both hands to tickle his neck, making Eddie scrunch up like a turtle.

“Not ticklish, huh?” he asked, and Eddie could hear the grin in his voice.

“Nohot at all!” Eddie replied.

Steve snorted and let his fingers wander upwards, fluttering over Eddie’s ears. Since when the fuck were people ticklish on their ears? Well, all Eddie knew was that it really tickled, if the squeal that left his mouth was any indication. He folded forward at the hips, which only prompted Steve to scribble his fingers down his back, which felt just as torturous.

Well, it wasn’t really torture. Sure, his nervous system was going crazy, but it was sort of fun. Plus, any excuse for Steve to be touching him was a good thing in Eddie’s book.

“How am I just finding this out?” Steve asked. “You save the world with a guy and he doesn’t even tell you he’s ticklish?”

“That doesn’t even make sense!” Eddie cried. “Irrelevant information!”

Steve wrapped his arms around his middle, pulling him back against his own chest, kneading his fingers into the softness of his stomach. “I think that’s totally relevant.”

Eddie giggled, grabbing at a pillow instead of pushing at Steve’s hands, and tried to not read into that too much. “I doubt the Upside Down has t-tickle monsters!”

That made Steve laugh, too. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But still, I wish I knew this sooner. You’re fun to mess with.”

He felt his cheeks turn red, partly from breathlessness, but mostly from Steve’s words. He leaned back into Steve’s arms, letting his head flop back onto his shoulder, and covered his blushing face with his hands.

Clearly, that was a mistake, because Steve just took the opportunity to tickle beneath his arms, making Eddie’s laughter reach a new octave, elbows shooting down to his sides.

“You trapped my hands,” Steve said, his lips too close to Eddie’s ear, the sensation of his breath enough to tickle. “I guess I’ll just have to tickle you until you let me go.”

God, where did he learn to tease like that? It was really fucking with Eddie’s head, in the best way. It somehow made him feel twice as sensitive, which would have been overwhelming if it weren’t so fun.

“I can’t!” Eddie said.

“Can’t what?”

“Let go!” To demonstrate his point, Eddie tried to lift his arms and immediately snapped them back to his sides as Steve’s fingers wiggled, laughter growing more frantic.

Steve laughed too, and Eddie couldn’t help but think that their laughs sounded quite nice together. Almost like music.

“Come on, I won’t tickle, I promise. Just pick ‘em up a little bit,” he said.

For some reason, Eddie trusted him, stomach doing flips as he slowly lifted his elbows, and Steve surprisingly kept true to his word, pulling his hands away from Eddie’s underarms.

He gave a sigh of relief, flopping his arms back down.

The relief was short lived though, because Steve only gave him a moment to catch his breath before latching onto his hips and squeezing, causing Eddie’s entire body to spasm. Loud, hysterical belly-laughter rang through the basement. It seemed as though Steve had hit the jackpot of tickle spots, and Eddie was sure it was how he’d die: Stoned, in love, and tickled to death. What a fucking way to go, especially considering all he’d been through.

“Woah!” Steve said. “Don’t buck me off the couch, dude.”

Eddie couldn’t even grace that with a reply, too busy giggling his head off. His hands gripped at the couch cushions, desperate for something to ground him, and not really wanting to push Steve away. Sure, the laughing was sort of making his post-smoking dry-mouth worse, but he was having fun!

It wasn’t until Steve kneaded his thumbs into the divots of his hips that he grabbed onto his wrists, a newfound strength overcoming him as he pushed the offending hands away.

“Sorry, did I take it too far?” Steve asked.

Eddie shook his head. “Just needed to breathe,” he said. “That was…Shit, man, I didn’t know I could laugh that hard.”

Steve grinned. “Yeah, I’m surprised you didn’t shake the whole house.”

Eddie gave him a little shove, and Steve squeezed his knee in response, making him giggle.

“You are cruel, Harrington,” Eddie said, but his tone held nothing but fondness.

“And you’re adorable, Munson,” Steve replied, leaning in to kiss him.

Adorable? Fuck, how was Eddie supposed to deal with being called adorable? He was already flustered and giddy beyond belief, but Steve referring to him as adorable had him ready to start skipping around the room like an excited child. But instead, he just kissed back.

Neither of them had noticed that the television was rolling the film’s credits, but it didn’t matter.

“You messed up my half-finished braid with all your squirming,” Steve said when they pulled back from the kiss.

“That’s completely your fault,” Eddie replied. “Now my hair’s probably a tangled mess.”

Steve looked him over, head tilted. He reached out and started fixing the aforementioned tangled mess upon Eddie’s head, his fingers gentle as he returned each strand to its proper place. “There. It’s still messy, but at least now it looks intentional.”

Eddie grinned. “Perfect.”

“So, do you wanna watch another movie? You know, since we paid so much attention to the last one,” Steve suggested, sarcasm lacing his voice.

Eddie gave a snort before a metaphorical light bulb went off above his head. “I have a better idea.”

Steve smirked. “What’s that?”

Eddie pushed Steve back against the couch cushions, clambering on top of him. Steve clearly thought it was going in a more saucy direction, so his shock was obvious when Eddie began tickling his stomach in earnest.

“Revenge!” Eddie cried, triumphant.

Steve’s laughter quickly filled the room, and Eddie knew then and there that he had fallen fucking hard. Suddenly, a boy that was once off-limits had become his…well, something. They would talk about that later, after Eddie was finished getting some well-deserved payback, and maybe another joint. Regardless, Eddie was just happy. Doomed wasn’t the right word for how he felt. Perhaps ‘in love’ would be a better way to describe it. Yeah, that sounded about right.

When he was younger, Eddie never thought he would be able to feel and express love for another boy, especially not to that boy’s face. And then Steve Harrington came around, and changed everything for the better. 

[battleonthebigbridge]

Wriothesley's story quest

It's been about a day or so since I did the quest but GOD am I rotating Wriothesley around my brain at lightning speeds.

Gonna put some general thoughts under the cut but wow I didn't expect this quest to be so fucked up and dark, like I really got squeamish during some of the parts. But I mainly want to talk abt Wriothesley himself as a character.

FIRST OF ALL THIS NEW DESK SITTING ANIMATION????????????????? Hi Wriothesley :)

He's just so funny like I love his voice acting as well. He just sounds super casual and like a bro y'know? I feel like it would be really natural to have a conversation with him and his constant little one liners definitely helped to brighten up the quest a bit.

I was questioning my sexuality I don't care I'll admit it I'm NOT BACKING DOWN.

(leans into mic) Would.

THE WAY HE DELIVERED THIS LINE WAS INSANE AND THE ZOOM IN ON HIS FACE I WAS BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS LIKE GO ON WRIOTHESLEY YOU GO!!!

I was genuinely surprised they brought up that part of his story in the quest cos like I knew about it from his profile stories but I didn't actually expect them to reveal it like that in the quest. His whole speech about it was just so good and I'm glad it makes that part of his lore more accessible and obvious cos man it's just really dark, but also a cool direction that they're taking with tackling a lot of more difficult themes. AGAIN not for everyone and I honestly think these quests should start coming with some mild content warnings AT LEAST but it was good, i enjoyed it a lot.

LIKE MAN HE WAS JUST A KID AND HE'D ALREADY COMMITTED MURDER AND WAS SENT TO THE TOP SECURITY UNDERWATER FORTRESS ALL ON HIS OWN LIKE. No matter how you look at it I feel so bad for him like idk it's hard to explain. He just deserved better, he deserved a happy childhood. And also damn with his backstory and the Lyney and Lynette backstory we really gotta look into all these noble people cos there is a pretty worrying pattern here.

It was a good quest, probably one of my fave story quests cos not only did it have a really compelling plotline but like we actually found out a lot more about Wriothesley as a character, both personality and backstory wise which is something i often find lacking in these story quests. The Fontaine story quests have been REALLY good so far like Lyney's and Neuvillette's were really good too and had the perfect balance of character exposition and also still having a focus on the NPCs that help to makeup the worldbuilding.

Also I'm just really normal about that rendered cutscene.

Shoutout to Wriothesley.

Honestly I haven't typed much because there's not too much I wanted to say outside of me just commentating about me going EWWWWW and AH FUCK every 5 minutes during this quest LMAO. I just like Wriothesley I think he's neat.

[iambellarose1816]

The Woods Pt.1

@helsaweenfun

Scared and out of breath is what Elsa was right now as she walked around slowly in the woods. She ran away from home due to finding out her sister wasn't her sister at all, but an evil being taking the form of her.

Elsa knew her sister was dead and she didn't know what to do. She witnessed her brother in law getting murdered in front of her eyes that even her ice powers couldn't save him.

She tripped on a root and fell to the ground. A pair of boots stopped in front of her. She looked up and saw her enemy from 4 years ago.

Hans fucking Westergaard.

"Elsa?" His voice deeper, sending chills though her body. He bent down and helped her off the ground. "What are you doing here?" Her voice laced with venom. Hans tucked his hands into his pockets due to the weather dropping drastically.

"I ran away from home, I couldn't bare the crap that was taking place there." Elsa calmed down, making the weather go back to the warm summer air. "I know Anna is not Anna." He said a little while later. Elsa looked at him, his green eyes glimmering in the moonlight.

Elsa wrapped her arms around herself and nodded. "But how did you know?" He smirked. "Anna is with me, safe and sound. I found her a week ago in a cave I was exploring. It looked like a troll was there." Elsa's eyes widened.

"Where is she?" Hans told Elsa to follow him and they walked. The silence in the air killed him. He hated things being quiet. "What are you doing out in the woods anyway?" Elsa looked at him.

"I saw my brother in law get murdered." She admitted. Hans hummed and they stopped outside a small hut. "You've been living here?" Hans nodded and opened the door for Elsa.

When Elsa got inside she spotted Anna sitting by the small fireplace. "Anna?" Anna turned and busrt into tears at the sight of her sister. The sisters hugged and cried a little. Hans watched from afar.

"Hans saved me, but Kristoff is dead because of that troll." Anna said angrily. Hans looked up from making some tea and smiled at the sisters.

~~~~

Hans sipped on his tea as he stood outside the hut, giving the sisters some time to catch up that he didn't hear the door open. "Thank you." He turned to his side to see Elsa standing there with her own cup of tea in her hand.

"For what?" She placed her hand on his bicep, feeling his muscles under his white shirt. She enjoyed that. "Saving my sister and helping me tonight." He shrugged.

"It's the least I could do for trying to kill you two last time." Elsa nodded, reminiscing the past. "I forgive you for it." He almost choked on his tea. "I don't deserve your forgiveness, my queen."

Elsa shook her head and sipped on her tea. "I'm no queen, Hans. You can stop with the formalities." Hans smirked and shook his head. "You are my queen though." That made Elsa blush, thank God it was night time and the only light was the moonlight.

"Still the smooth talker, aren't you?" That made Hans laugh. Laugh like it was so natural to do so. He loved that feeling and he enjoyed her company.

[siremasterlawrence]

Assuming Ownership Over Daddy Part 1

Thomas Tommy King is my next door who is currently outside in his backyard in a fluffy sweater, tee shirt and jeans driving me very crazy .

Seeing him walk out to the middle of the yard in those tight jeans with a cup of joe in his hand.

He sighs placing the cup down as he stretch outward arching his back for try world to see and all I can think is.

“Hey Lawrence” he waves me.

“Not much.” I reply.

“Can you come over for lunch today?”

“Yeah sure! Why not?”

“Head over now and I’ll get started.”

“This must be a dream right?”

“Hey Mr. king”

“Call me Tom and sit down”

He closes the door, drops the windows once more before returning to the stove then off to the corner.

He switch the flips turning on the radio he is in a blissful state of singing and dancing to the music.

If only I could use that to my advantage in any way some how. Wait! I think rising to mi feet I walk over to him with great intent.

“What are you doing?”

“Just singing along”

“Singing along”

“To my song”

“To the beat my song”

“Follow me”

“Let yourself go”

“Dance to your heart’s content “

“I embrace my touch and my sound”

—————

“Wow! I feel so alive, I love to dance “

“Sure! Let’s eat boss”

“I may be older but i feel young”

“That’s great only as old as your feel”

“How come we never speak?”

“I thought you hated me like everyone else”

“Nonsense! Who hates you ?”

“Have you seen the stares?”

“People are strange “

“You are telling me”

“I love this song”

“Go ahead! I don’t mind”

He offers me his hand a odd gesture for a big muscular burly man straight as a arrow I thought.

He says he needs a partner so since i am mere he hopes I don’t mind of course I don’t getting closed.

Our bodies touch moving to the sound of the music swaying our bodies till cuddle next to his ears.

“You have no idea how perfect this is.”

“What is Lawrence?”

“Your actions only befit the betrayal.”

“I don’t understand”

“You don’t need to understand or think”

“Collapse like a rag doll in to the chair”

“What’s happening?”

“Zip it! Dumb fuck!”

“I am sorry Thomas you gave me the ideal

opportunity.”

—————

“PLEASE”

“Please what?”

“Shut up!”

Rolling my eyes I turn the dial of the radio to a more contemporary radio station then plus in a sd card.

“Get with the program”

“Right now the sd card is uploading some very interesting transmissions.”

“Here we go….1…2…3”

“Next song is by Master Lawrence “

“Enjoy W21N”

Bbbbbbrrrrfffddmmmmm

“I see your toes tapping”

“I can’t help it, can’t stop”

“You love this song”

“I love it “

“You are obsessed with it”

“Yyyyeeessss”

“Listen to the lyrics”

“Naturally Master Lawrence”

———-

Feeling even more confident then ever I lift his hair body back undoing the buttons to his sweater.

Throwing it to his side his strong musk hits my nostrils hard permeating my senses threw the roof.

I collect myself for a few minutes sitting on his lap, wrapping my arms over his shoulder and kiss him.

“Is this not much better?”

“I am free, safe, no longer in charge”

“You are owned daddy”

“Yeah I am your slave daddy”

“I love Master Lawrence “

“Oooooooohhhhhhhhh Master”

“You are my god”

“Take everything I have “

“Fuck me over “

“You are so good to me”

“The best Master “

“No one is like you “

“You seem different”

“I am what you make me”

“Sir Yes Sir”

The end

[izzy-b-hands]

Get your bittersweet, severely horny, and NSFW cjizzy here, with references to both ed/jack and jack/izzy being on again, off again in nature. Trans Izzy bc im love trans Izzy.

---

He can never just ask Izzy.

He can with anyone else. Even Ed! Hell, the two of them occasionally communicated wanting to fuck entirely via casual dick grabs (at their own and each other's.)

But Izzy breaks his brain, and he shouldn't like it and he doesn't like it, but he does.

"Hey," Jack slides up by Izzy along the back wall of the bar. "How goes it?"

Izzy glares at him. "What in the fuck sort of question is that?"

He panics. "I missed you."

Izzy's gaze softens a hint. "It's been awhile. Ed was enjoying his time-"

"I heard about how much he enjoyed his time away from his usual shores," Jack grins. "Is that story about him doing a shot off someone's-"

Izzy blushes bright red, and his eyes dart to the floor.

"No," Jack chuckles. "Off of your...Izzy!"

He slaps Izzy's arm. "You still got it; the stick up your ass can be temporarily removed!"

"Thank you for announcing it to everyone," Izzy says wryly. "Anything else I can help you with, or are you just here to catch up?"

It dawns on Jack that Izzy is On The Job right now, and he peeks out around the crowd.

Ed, sitting at a table with an older man, sharing his pipe.

He watches them lazily hand the long pipe back and forth, one of the man's hands hidden in the shadows under the table. However, it only takes one glance at Ed's face to know exactly where that hand is.

"Does he know where you are in here?" Jack asks.

"He does. We've got the usual signal if he wants out in a hurry," Izzy sighs. "You should see the tattoos that man has. I know that's what Ed likes on him, and I can't blame him. Intricate and everywhere, Jack, all interconnected and flowing, and-"

He pushes Izzy against the wall and shoves a leg between his thighs. He doesn't know if Ed is watching, but he hopes he is. Normally jealousy isn't his thing, but Ed's always been different for him.

That, and this is easier than doing what he had envisioned before:

Taking Izzy aside and out of the bar, admitting he wants something slow and soft and he really hates admitting that even though he knows there's no shame in it, but Izzy he doesn't trust anyone else for it except for Ed and Ed doesn't seem likely to say yes-

To wait to kiss him until his words trip over one another and he's nearly out of breath, gasping and begging Izzy to take him to any inn near him, he'll pay for it and anything else Izzy wants (even though he knows Izzy will never take him up on that extra offer.)

He can't say they'd actually make it to said room, because even thinking about it (and more than once jacking off to it) leaves him panting and needy and struggling not to come like it's his first make out session.

"Hang on, we can go somewhere else for this," Izzy says softly. "I've got to find Fang or Ivan or...god what was the name of the new one to replace...oh fuck, I don't remember their names anymore. They die so quickly now."

Jack drops his head into Izzy's shoulder and grinds as best he can against him. He'll have to play this off as being drunk to the other pirates here, even though he's stone cold sober. It's like Izzy heard his thoughts.

"Just go with me over to Ed," Jack says as he forces himself to lift his head. "And tell him something's come up."

"He'll be well aware of 'what's come up' if we walk over there together," Izzy says. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Maybe," Jack whimpers. "Can we fuckin' go already?"

He hangs back while Izzy goes to Ed's table and spins some tale about a scuffle going on outside that needs extra hands to break up (at least that's what Izzy said he'd tell Ed.) His heart is pounding out of his chest, and he can feel everyone's eyes scanning then stopping squarely on his now impossible to hide hard on.

This, he thinks, is what emotions get you. Trying not to come in your pants in a bar, waiting for your on again off again frenemy with benefits to finish lying to his boss/your on again off again friend with benefits. No wonder so many songs about love end in heartbreak.

"We'll sneak out the kitchen," Izzy takes Jack's hand and leads him into the back hall of the bar. "Ed's fine here with his new friend, and Fang is actually on a date himself the next table over, so they're just having a group date now."

"In other words they're deciding which of their two rooms all four of them are going back to later?"

Izzy nods.

"Where were you thinking for us?" Jack asks, resisting the urge to squeeze Izzy's hand as they reach the back door of the bar.

"Behind here, some alley, or we can get a room," Izzy shrugs, and loosens his hand in Jack's grip.

Jack doesn't let go.

Izzy sighs and tries to turn back around to him. "Oh god, Jack..."

"I don't like it anymore than you do!" Jack hisses as he drops Izzy's hand. He doesn't mean it. "Do you know what I did the first month y'all were late getting back around here? I cried! Thinking about Ed, but mostly-"

His words freeze in his throat.

There's confusion on Izzy's face, but it's quickly replaced by...

Fuck. Tears.

There's an apology on his tongue when Izzy pulls him in for a kiss and wraps it in his tongue instead.

"Room?" Jack asks hesitantly when they finally come up for air.

"Room."

--

"Has anyone ever told you your tits are gorgeous?"

"Yeah," Izzy smirks as he tosses his underwear to join Jack's on the floor. "You, many times."

"Well, let me remind you anyway," Jack says and palms Izzy's tits as Izzy straddles his lap. "Fuck, I missed you."

Izzy's eyes flutter shut. "Say that again."

"I missed you," Jack sits up and holds Izzy in his lap, arms around him and head bent to kiss his collarbone. "I hated every second of it. Thinking about you, or Ed, or both of you, fuck-"

One of Izzy's hands rests at the back of his neck, occasionally grasping at the hair there, and there's the sting of nails being dug into skin at the mention of them both.

"But so often it came back to you, and no one does that to me," Jack continues. "Other than Ed, but that works out for all of us, really."

Izzy grinds down on him hard, then takes Jack's face in his hands. "I...There's something I want to say so badly, but I think this might be over quickly if I do."

"It's gonna be over quick anyway," Jack admits. He's been able to feel his heartbeat in his cock since their kiss in the bar. "But I'm up to chill in here together until we're ready to go again. And maybe once more after that."

"How young do you think we are?" Izzy jokes. "But I think that works. We have the room for the night anyway."

He thinks of anything but how it feels as Izzy lifts up enough then immediately sinks down on his cock. Wet enough for him to slip in without anything else, at least for now, and just as it had been when they'd first fucked as twenty-one things both trying to make Ed jealous.

"You gonna let me in on the secret of what you were burning to say?" Jack asks as he holds Izzy's hips, helping him grind and ride.

Izzy smiles and kisses him, entirely too sweetly for a man that knows how to nearly gut someone with as few as three strokes of his sword.

"Come in me."

He can admit that there are times he's a better follower than a leader, and this is one of them as he shudders and obeys.

"Good to stay in for a minute?" Izzy asks as he gently rocks on Jack's cock.

"I'll stay in as long as I can," Jack pants. "We can just keep fucking then. Plus I really don't want to be anywhere else right now."

Izzy moans and whimpers and clenches around his cock, and he sees stars.

"You aren't allowed to go away for that long ever again," Jack sighs. "I can't go that long without you. I know it's sappy as fuck and I ha-"

"Do you hate it?" Izzy asks, pressing soft kisses all over his face.

"Do you?"

Izzy pauses. "Fucker."

"I certainly am, and I intend to continue to be."

He tries to flip them over without slipping out of Izzy, and celebrates it by burying himself balls deep as soon as Izzy's settled on the bed.

"They said the room would be available for another few nights," Izzy murmurs against his neck, legs wrapped around Jack's waist. "If we find we need more time to make up for the last few months."

"Soon as I can bear to be out of you," Jack replies. "Then I'll go down to the desk and pay to extend it. And if that isn't enough, then I'm coming with y'all for a bit. Ed can deal with hearing us fuck."

"Fuck," Izzy whispers. "Jack-"

"I know, I know, give me another moment or two."

He's just hard enough again to start thrusting, and he can't focus on anything other than that and leaving hickeys all over every inch of Izzy's skin.

He wonders what Izzy would think if he just came with, if Ed does want to be away for a longer time again.

But that's one emotion too much for one night.