#look at me fuckin going off again the moments i sit down in my blog xd

[darth-bagel]

also OH, they made it fuckin easier to actually get uh, the 340 ancient mods and gear now, it takes some grinding of commendations and tech fragments but I'll fucking TAKE it over doing the Operations—still working on getting them on my main (bc the accounting deadlines were on the 20th and i worked my ass of with 12 hours of overtime to get it done in like 9 days)

—but I'm fuckin excited for good gear shapes, even if it's still more of like "gear two main chars on the server for stuff and be done with it" type of thing

[clairellie]

hii !! first off. love your blog ?? need to read your abby fic !! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 and i saw you took requests. so um. hear me out, mixing the streamer!ellie with some abby x reader content.

streamer!ellie who decides to invite her two best friends to play games and stream. abby and reader being close to each other, abby encouraging reader, cheering for her while being a dick to ellie. "you got it, you got it!" she'd say to reader as she plays. "you fuckin' moron! you lost!" she'd say to ellie. anyway !! chat starts to notice how sweet abby and reader are to each other and ellie reads them what people say. omg. and maybe after the stream, abby decides to take reader on a date?? sorry if this is messy. just thought it'd be cute !! mwaaah 🫶🏻🫶🏻💌

OUR CUPIDS . . .

a/n: i loveedddd this idea!! sorry if this seems bad, this was done in like 15 minutes.

includes: streamer!ellie with sweet!abby but also mean!abby..? y/n used once!!! abby being bad down.

"okay, so today, i invited 2 of my friends to play a few games with us. abby, and y/n. uhm, we decided to play a few games of fortnite, so no call of duty today. you all know y/n right, and abby, right?"

ellie was staring off into space as you and abby introduced yourself, looking at a few posters up on her wall, surrounded by a shelf full of figures.

ellie was seated in the middle, abby on the left of ellie, and you on the right of ellie. ellie didn't want you two to sit next to eachother. she despised those moments when abby was only focused on you. always helping you figure out where everyone is, reminding you to pick up some loot, and so on. she never did any of those things to ellie, because she was already "good."

as ellie was talking to chat a bit, needing help with choosing her skin before you and abby joined in. once abby finished helping you, although she was honestly just talking to you.. she sat back down in her seat and loaded in the game as you did.

ellie had a peely skin, and you had the poison ivy skin on as abby had midas on. abby said you two "had the same vibe." she liked how your two skins complimented each other, and looked like you were sort of matching, just a tiny bit.

"oh! get that loot right there." "you got it!" "reload real quick.. yeah, now shoot him in the head." abby was always cheering you on as you played. ellie side eyeing chat, knowing that theres some kind of vibe between you and abby.

it took a while for the match to end, none of you getting a #1 royale. somehow, ellie died first. you and abby kept looking at each other almost every time ellie did one of her high-pitched screams or loud ass gasps. then you died. then abby died.

"HAH, you fuckin lost." abby said in a joking manner. ellie was pisseddd off. she couldnt believe the fact that she died first. it was usually you who died first, but ellie?! "you can shut the fuck up abby" "well i wont."

you had forgotten about chat. completely forgetting that people were watching you play a game. ellie looked over at chat, a few things caught her eye.

"THE WAY ABBY LOOKS AT HER?!" "they should js get married alreadyyy." "plz dont start the ships again."

ellie grinned, ammused by the way chat is obsessed with you and abbys relationship. "chat loves yall together, start dating already."

abby looked at her with a confused face, "excuse me....?" "look at chat. the way you look at her, the way you speak to her compared to me? come on now!"

you looked over at abby, thinking about what it would be like to date her. you now realize you already had some feelings for her.. but those got stronger. you would love the feeling of abby's lips on top of yours, the feeling of her hands holding your waist...

time went by quickly now that you werent really focused any more. a few minutes later, ellie shuts off the stream. "yall wanna get some food realllyyy quick?" ellie asked, now standing up. "yeah just give us a sec." abby said, getting her shoes put on and her leather jacket.

abby looked at you, "you wanna go on a date with me?" you stared at her, confused and in shock now. how could this all happen so fast? first you were just hanging out with eachother, then you find out you reallyyy like her, and now she feels the same way?!!

"i-i mean sure! i would love that."

"what time works best for ya?"

[daisies-daydreams]

could you possibly do a scenario with Ghost (or all of task force+König if you’d like c:) x reader where they find out we sleep in the nude?

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader 

Category: Fluff (with a bit of spice) 

Warnings: Nudity (obvs), Swearing, Suggestive Content 

Word Count: 600+

A/N: Hello! It’s good to hear from you again! I had fun writing this one, hehe. I hope you enjoy! (Side note: the reader is a Sergeant in this scenario).

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Simon sighed as he shrugged his heavy tactical vest off of his sore shoulders. Every single fiber of his muscles ached from the long trek to the safe house, not to mention escaping yet another hostile situation by the skin of their teeth. He squeezed his eyes shut as he thought about how you just barely missed that stray bullet, a small smoke trail lingering in a fresh hole in the wall…

He shook his head before tugging off his rough skeletal gloves. His body felt unbearably heavy as he leaned against the wall, his chest rising and falling as exhaustion seeped into his bones. Simon released a long exhale as he pulled his mask off, the chilly air falling over his sweat-covered face.

“Simon?” a soft voice suddenly called. His eyes snapped open as he stiffened, his body frozen in place as you stirred in the twin bed across from him. 

“Shit,” he thought. He could’ve sworn this room wasn’t taken yet.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he replied with a strained voice. You paused for a moment.

“What are you doing in my room?” you asked with furrowed brows. Simon’s breath hitched as he saw you sit up in the bed, the blanket falling down to reveal your bare chest. Your nipples hardened as the cold air swept over you, goosebumps instantly covering your skin. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” he thought as he looked down at his mud-caked boots. A quiet tension built between the two of you as you gasped and pulled the blanket up over your breasts. He cleared his throat, feeling blood rush to the tips of his ears and…elsewhere. 

“Sorry. Just came in here by accident,” he muttered as he gripped his balaclava and turned on his heel. He heard the bed creak as he went to grab his vest. 

“Wait,” you said. His shoulders tensed as he heard the bed creak again, his cock starting to strain beneath his pants as thoughts of it creaking a whole lot more bombarded his mind. His heart raced as he heard your swift footsteps grow closer. Simon swore the room was spinning when he felt you place a hand on his shoulder. 

“Sir, I know this isn’t something I should be asking you, but could you maybe…stay?” you asked with a hushed tone. Simon loosened his grip on his vest as his heartbeat thrummed in his ears. His chest clenched when he heard you sigh and slip your hand away.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-“ Simon suddenly turned around, his nose nearly brushing against yours as he came chest to chest with you. Both of you were quiet as he swallowed thickly, his mind racing at a thousand miles per hour as he felt your warm body pressed against his. You gazed into his dark, hungry eyes as he licked his dry lips. 

“You sure you want me to stay?” he murmured. You nodded as you rubbed your tits against his covered chest. 

“Please,” you whispered. Simon’s hands instantly fell to your hips as he dipped his head down and locked his lips with yours. You moaned into his mouth as he backed you against the wall, his hard cock brushing against your thigh. The two of you parted with a wet “pop” before he kissed along your jaw, relishing in the way you tilted your hips forward.

“Get back in the bed, Sergeant,” Simon husked into your ear. 

Epilogue 

“You seem to be in a better mood today, Lt.,” Soap piped up. Everyone was in the main room of the safe house preparing for evac. Price and Gaz casted him a sideways glance before going back to their preparations. Simon was thankful his skull balaclava shrouded his obviously annoyed expression…as well as a few hickeys covering his thick neck.

“Sure,” the lieutenant shrugged, his gaze slowly wandering over to you. You gave him a small grin before glancing down. Soap’s line of sight shifted between the two of you for a bit before his bright, blue eyes widened. Simon leaned over. 

“Not one word, MacTavish,” he warned in a low voice. 

————

Thank you for reading! ❤️

Taglist: @maybethatfanfictionwriter @depressesoespressorat @yuhhtricki999

[wildemaven]

Sweet Creature: Epilogue

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

WC: 1609

Warnings: 18+ Blog: p in v, established relationship, fluff, Dieter in distress, mentions of sobriety

Series Masterlist / Playlist / Main Masterlist

Previous

The morning light filters through the sheer curtains, a harsh reminder of how time is of the essence. 

A sheen of sweat drapes over your bodies, a give and take shared effort, bedsheets lost in the shuffle of positions and tangled limbs. 

“Yes, Dieter— Don’t stop! Please!” You whine. 

Your fingers digging into the bulge of his biceps, his arms flexed and teasing you, delicious eye candy from where you're situated below him. 

“Fuck! Poppy, I’m close— shit! You gotta help me out here babe, I’m gettin’ a fuckin’ cramp in my ass cheek.” His hips begin their signature staggering thrusts, signaling his climax is imminent. 

You snake your hand between your bodies, bypassing your tiny bundle of nerves, your fingers sliding through your spread folds, feeling the way his cock sinks into your pulsing cunt repeatedly. 

“Dammit, Poppy! Quit fucking around— fuckfuckfuck! I fucking love that you want to enjoy this, but I n-need you to come with m-me— ah!” His neck tensing as he tries to stave off his mind-blowing finale. 

It doesn’t take much, your fingers nimbly work in circles over your sensitive clit, triggering your cunt to seize up, building up a network of arousing tingles across your spine. 

The room is filled with a blend of explicits and desperate moans— both of you slingshotting over the edge in euphoric unison. 

His head rests on your chest, your rapid heart beat punching up against his ear as you try to regulate your breathing. 

Your fingers scratch at his scalp in a casual manner, his locks damp and clinging to your skin. 

“Happy 6 years sober babe!” You manage to breathe out. 

“Thank you.” Lifting his head, a kiss to your heart then a kiss to your awaiting lips. “I love you, Pops!”

“I love you, babe. What time is it?”

Dieter looks over to your side of the bed where your alarm clock sits on the nightstand. 

“It’s 7:35.”

“Shit! Oh fuck! Get up, I’m late!” You push his exhausted body, his softened cock slipping out of you as he rolls to his side, his cum dripping down your thighs as you scramble out of bed. 

Throwing open your closet door to grab clothes for the day, the clothes you had asked Dieter to throw into the dryer and put away are nowhere to be found. 

“Dieter— did you put those clothes in the dryer yesterday? I can’t find any of my clean work clothes.” Actively searching through every hanger and shelf, only spotting a few pairs of dirty slacks and blouses shoved into the laundry that didn’t make it into the wash. 

“Uh, no— definitely did not. Sorry, Wren and I got sidetracked making cookies and I must have forgotten.” He replies, still sprawled out and naked on the bed. 

“No— it’s fine. I’ll just wear casual clothes again, hopefully the ladies in the office keep their glaring to a minimum this time.” You give him a pointed look.

“What? You say that like this is a regular occurrence.” His hands shoot in defense. 

“That’s because it is, this is the fifth time just this month alone Dieter.” You say as you grab for the jeans and shirt that have been making a regular appearance over the last 5 years that you and Dieter have been together. 

“Well, I never hear you complaining in the moment.” He has a point. 

“Fuck! I don’t have time for a shower either, you're going to be dripping out of me all day!” Using a dirty shirt to wipe up Dieter’s spend that’s smeared between your legs. 

“Not gonna lie, that’s fucking hot—“ The shirt you had used to clean yourself flies across the room and hits him in the face. 

“They should do away with a teacher uniform all together, seems very not with the times to require adults to wear stuffy clothes when they’re dealing with kids all day. Bring that up at your next meeting.” He suggests, pulling the cum covered shirt away from his face, giving it a quick experimental sniff before tossing onto the pile of bedsheets on the floor.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure to bring that up at the next meeting.” You laugh, but you can’t help but agree with him. 

It’s a mad dash to pull yourself together, but you manage to look like you didn’t just get fucked to pieces. 

“Alright, I gotta go— I love you.” Crawling back on to the bed to give him a goodbye kiss. 

“Love you.” He moans as he tries to deepen the kiss. 

“Oh my god! You’re the worst Dieter! I’ve got to go.” 

“Wash your dick today, it was smelling a little musty earlier.” You yell back down the hall, before heading out the door. 

“Really?” Dieter says to himself, looking down at said dick laying flaccid over his thigh. 

*

As predicted, the glares were on display as you walked onto the school grounds, bypassing a stop at the teachers lounge for the comfort of your classroom— you decide the whispered snickers between the office ladies were not high up on your ‘things I want to deal with today.’

Despite your lateness, students must have sensed your off kilter presence and were on top of their responsibilities of reading and writing while you sifted through your daily lesson plans. 

To your surprise, you had managed to forget to make copies yesterday for 3 worksheets needed after the students were done with printing their weekly words. 

There’s a light knock on your open classroom door that grabs your attention. 

Standing in the doorway is Dieter, with two coffees in hand. 

“Hey! What are you doing here?” You ask, knowing at least one of the coffees he’s holding is for you. 

“Figured, since I was partly to blame for your tardiness, I thought I’d try and make it up to you.” Giving you his best puppy dog eyes, holding up both coffees in your direction. 

“Two?! Oh my god, I love you!” Grabbing for both of them, giving each cup a glance over to see his cute little notes perfectly placed on the sides of both—- setting them on your desk then returning to where he’s still standing by the door. 

“Are you busy?” You ask, looking over your shoulder to double check your students are still working on their assignments. 

“No, I’m free today. I’ve got the new girl running the gallery on her own, so far no calls of distress.”

Dieter’s hand reaches out taking hold of your fingers, his thumb running over the tops of your knuckles. He tilts his head forward to look at you over the frames of his sunglasses. 

“You need something from me?” His eyebrows waggling at you. 

“Actually, yes!”

His smile grows nearly ten times. 

“I need to make some copies, you think you can watch them for me?” 

Your idea of needing something was not what he had in mind, but he’s more than willing to help you out. 

“Yeah, I got them. Go do your teacher things, I’ve got this handled.” 

*

It takes you no longer than 5 minutes to head straight to the office and make your copies, avoiding every side-eyed glance shot in your direction. 

60 sheets of freshly printed worksheets, warm and neatly stacked in hand, you make your way back to Dieter and your students. 

You can hear Dieter’s boisterous voice as you walk closer to the classroom, taking a minute to watch from outside the door. 

All 20 kids seem less than entertained by him, deadpan stares and little to no excitement— it could be worse and they could be like last year's students who convinced him you let them go to break early, coming back to an empty classroom was heart attack inducing and thankfully no one picked up on the random man with a group of kids chasing each other in the soccer field. 

A hand in the back of the class gingerly raises. 

“Yes, kid in the back— you don’t happen to have a brother with a weird haircut, do you?” His eyes narrowed as he sees a slight resemblance in the hair department to a past student of yours. 

“I don’t have a brother.” 

“Huh, weird coincidence then. What’s your question?”

“Why do you wear your sunglasses inside if there’s no sun?” 

Your hand comes up to muffle you laugh, but Dieter catches the snort that emits from your nose. 

“That’s enough questions for the day.” He retorts quickly, then makes his way to where you’re still standing outside. 

“Okay class, go ahead and pull out a sharp pencil,  I’ll be there in a minute so we can do our math test.” 

You lean back against the wall, taking in Dieter’s defeated demeanor. 

“This class isn’t as fun as your previous ones, those kids in there are ruthless. They refused to call me Uncle Dude too— You need to get a new class stat.” He points in the direction of your students, completely flustered by the fact that not one of them found him fun. 

“If I remember correctly, didn’t you play a teacher once?” You sarcastically ask him. 

“That’s enough outta you.” He smirks, crowding you against the wall, giving you a less than appropriate kiss for school grounds— you welcome it fully.

A passing teacher clears their throat at the sight of Dieter and you, prompting him to pull away and rest his forehead on yours. 

“Thanks for watching them for me, and thanks for the coffee. I’ll see you later Uncle Dude.” 

Dieter leans in one last time, a kiss for the road. 

“I’ll see you at home, Mrs. Bravo.”

A/N: Thank you all for this amazing journey with Dieter and Poppy!! I’m going to miss them so so much!! But, I do have a few one shots already planned, and blind drabbles for them. I can’t thank @gnpwdrnwhiskey enough for diving into every chapter with me and being the most amazing beta to ensure everything was right for these two!! My ‘Asks’ are always open if you ever want to chat or scream about the series, Dieter and Poppy or anything else! Xx

[luvxiem]

I don't wanna be too presumptuous but if rqs for the tiny drabbles........ can I ask for a tiny luca fluff drabble? 🥺 his roomba stream is giving me brainrot bc he said he's scared of balloons popping like the big scared golden retriever he is.......... but don't push yourself if you can't!!! ik how busy it is this time of yr (I'm a stem student do I'm getting fuckin eviscerated over here........) thank you so much!!

I love the blog theme btw......... so cute........

-🦉

HES SUCH A BABY I WANT TO EAT HIM

"shouldn't you tell him to come back now?"

you lift up your sunglasses to glance over at elira. your friend is laying down beside you on her stomach, her face in her hands as she munches on chips.

"what?" you mumble, partially out of it as you were napping under the shade of your beach umbrella. elira takes a moment to swallow before speaking up again.

"your boyfriend," she clarifies. "he's like... what is he doing?" she laughs. you look past her to see what she was talking about and the sight brings a smile to your face.

farther down the coastline is said boyfriend, along with shu, millie and maria. they're running back and forth along the sand, shrieking as the waves come and lap at their feet. you watch them for a moment, a pleasant warmth in your chest as you listen to luca's joyful laughter. he's gently pushing mari closer to the waves, clearly taking great joy in her screech as she's submerged up to her waist.

as he's running back to dry sand, luca catches your eye and waves excitedly. when you motion with your hand for him to come closer, he jogs over with a confused grin.

"what's up, babe?" he asks, sweat dripping from his brow as he fans himself with one hand under the warm sun. you sit up on your beach towel and reach for your bag, rummaging around before taking out your bottle of sunscreen. luca sees it and sits down in front of you, already knowing what you're going to say.

"it's been two hours already?" he asks as he shrugs off his beach shirt, looking at you over his shoulder. you pour a good amount of sunscreen into your hand before placing the bottle off to the side, rubbing your palms together before reaching up to rub it into his skin.

you hum as you spread the sunscreen evenly across his back and shoulders. "no, but the suns pretty strong and it's better to be safe than sorry. i don't want you to burn," you say. luca nods.

"right," he agrees. while you're finishing getting his lower back, he leans over to the side to grab the container of chips elira had abandoned in favor of running away from a soaked millie.

"ahhhh," he says, gently feeding you the chips as you nudge him to turn around. you pour out more sunscreen into your hands and begin rubbing his chest.

"uhhh... babe?" luca laughs, albeit this time a little nervously.

"yes?"

"ya know i can get my front, right?"

"i know."

"sooo...?"

"don't worry about it. feed me more chips."

[sunbitesworld]

Hello... Again! Haha sorry, just enjoying your writing and blog so much ^^" sorry if I'm bothering you too much...

But I read your doing Joseph now so- Can't help myself-

Was hoping to request for an MC who can fight? Or at least knows how to protect themselves and kick ass, and looking good doing it too?

You're good hun, I appreciate all your requests! <3 I put this in the form of headcanons, hope that's okay.

DISCLAIMER: This is the work of fiction, if you try this you could face criminal charges.

GN! Reader

Warnings: Slight violence, use of doll & dollface.

Now playing:

It had started off a fun night, you were just partying with some friends at the local bar.

Joseph lingered around, watching you have fun and just listening to the music.

He took his eyes off you for one minute and you were already in a fight.

Some guy had tried to touch one of your girlfriends and being the kickass friend you are, you did NOT let this slide.

He watched in shock and awe as you punched a grown man square in the nose.

"Fuck yeah, kick his ass Doll!"

He probably shouldn't be encouraging you, but hey.

No one else could hear him, so it's not like he would get in any trouble.

You just looked so cool beating the crap out of someone <3

Though he did pull you off when he heard police sirens in the distance.

To everyone else it just looked like you fell, but no.

Joseph forcefully yanked you off, he was not about to let you go to jail.

"Let's get out of here, Dollface. I'm not about to sit in a jail cell with ya."

You both quickly ran home, thankfully you didn't get in trouble for that either.

You both plopped down on the couch, with a small moment of silence.

"...Ya looked so fuckin' hot out there, Doll."

You just rolled your eyes and playfully pushed on his chest.

"Oh hush, I was just protecting my friend."

He just smiled and grabbed your hand, gently kissing it.

"Maybe you don't need me protectin' ya after all."

Even so, he would always be there to protect you just in case.

[positivelybeastly]

hi! I'm the anon who sent the icebeast playlist ask. It was actually nice to get some actual context on what's been going on with Bobby and Hank to get them to this point- I'm reading chronologically right now and I'm still in the 60s, (though I have read some more scattered modern runs here and there) so my knowledge is limited. I love both characters quite a lot but i can definitely see why you're upset on Hank's behalf in those interactions :( . I'm not gonna defend Bobby here, because while even with my limited knowledge I can piece together some reasons for why Bobby responded the way he did and fucked that conversation up, there's no justification and he definitely needs to make it up to Hank. Thanks again for the context, I really and truly love seeing nuanced takes on character dynamics and sometimes that nuance gets messy when it comes to looking at what actually happened in the text as opposed to what one might have preferred to happen.

Oh, hey, hello there!

First off, I want to say - if anyone has a meme prompt that they want to send in, like this playlist meme, but they don't have an RP blog, you're still good to send things in on Anon! That's what Anon is for, precisely because you, my Anonymous friend, sent in the playlist ask, and now it's opened up a whole conversation and people are learning more about comic book characters who, let's face it, have SO MUCH history. SO MUCH.

Being able to just get the highlights or even an attempt at a throughline makes such a difference, honestly - it gives you a coherent story where you can go, okay, I want to see more of THAT, and that's when you can just go, hey, where can I read more of this storyline or this writing style or this character. Comics are so much more legible and easy to break into when you can pick a character or a dynamic or a storyline, and just go from there. It's still a massive problem, all these years on, and Marvel and DC don't make it easy with their confusing numbering systems and constant retcons.

With that said . . . hoo, you're starting off in the 60s? I am. Kinda sorry, friend, that is a rough time, I can only do so much Lee/Kirby X-Men before I just start breaking out into hives. When you get into the early 70s, and especially when Claremont takes over, though, man, you're in for a treat!

And it's also - I feel like it's really important for me to state my biases, because I am biased. I love Hank. I write him a lot. I've read . . . probably the lion's share of his comics. He's kind of a personal inspiration, in some ways, and he was really influential to me when I was a kid due to various body related issues.

So I'm inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt, and I maybe tend to side with him by default, but that's usually why I include the panels when I talk about these things, so that you can see them and have your own take on it, so you can see why I came to that interpretation. There's nothing I hate more than comic book fans who will tell you how a storyline or a character goes, and their back-up for it is, that's the way I remember it, and then you go and read it and it's completely fuckin' different. Fucking annoys the piss out of me.

And I want people to feel like they can argue with me! I love talking about messy character dynamics, and character who fuck up and make bad choices, because that's how life is and how people are, that's how I am and how you are. Especially since I know what and why Hank was feeling in a particular moment, why he needed Bobby so much and Bobby let him down, but I don't know where that sits in Bobby's story. Maybe I'm being harsher on him than I should be, and I welcome that discussion, that's a conversation worth having!

If I wasn't open to interpretation of these characters by other people, I would solely write fanfic - and, to be fair, I do - but I mostly roleplay, because I love the windows into the soul. I love the moments when characters click or don't, because it reveals essential truths, it hits you in the gut, it's fucking satisfying, man.

And honestly, there's so much about Hank's story that I wish had gone differently. So many character dynamics that have fallen by the wayside, that made them better - remember when Hank and Emma used to be best friends? Yeah! That used to be a thing! So getting to play that out here, with friends and talented roleplayers and talented roleplayer friends (lbr, these three things are the same thing) is just a joy.

Thank you for the asks, friend!

[bobaji]

USING YOUR SAFEWORD.

#DRAKEN, BAJI, NAHOYA, SOUYA

+ this blog contains dark content.

++ ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP/PUT IN AN AU!

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RYUGUJI KEN.

he hadn't been home in what felt like ages. barely sparing you any of his attention. and the one night he was finally home, he immediately had you pinned to the bed, his cock stuffed inside you.

it felt good but your mind was buzzing -- negative thoughts and feelings building up inside you.

"fuck, pussy feels so good," he moans, sending a tingle down your spine. he huffs a laugh, "oh? you like me tellin' you how much i missed this cunt? perfect little hole for me to fuck full of cum..."

tears prick your eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck, desperate to feel him close to you. he lets you, panting in your ear as he ruts his hips against yours. but his words ring through your head over and over again -- was the sex all he missed?

"hey, what's wrong?" he asks desperately, eyes wide.

it's only after a minute that you realize you're crying. it takes another moment of absorbing the look of panic in his eyes to realize you said your safeword -- without even realizing it.

"did i hurt you?" he asks, looking over your body for any signs of pain.

you shake your head and sit up, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face in his neck, "didn't you miss me?"

he's quiet for a moment before cursing under his breath, cupping the back of your head to hold you close, "of course i did, pretty girl. 'm sorry, i didn't do a good job of showing you that, huh?"

you hum and close your eyes, relishing in the feeling of him finally properly holding you.

BAJI KEISUKE.

his pace started harsh, minimal prep and no wait for you to adjust. you press your hands against his chest, face pinched from the ache that has settled in your cunt.

he's not usually this mean, this harsh with you. sure, baji liked to be rough -- but the pain was always overshadowed with the overwhelming pleasure he always brought you.

"hands off," he spits, wrapping is hand around your throat, glaring at you with his teeth bared, "quit runnin' from me."

"b-but--" you squeal, sobbing when he starts meanly fucking you, grip on your throat tightening until you can't properly breathe, "k-kei..."

"shut up and take it," he whispers, licking his lips as he lets out a soft moan at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him.

before you even realize it, your safeword slipped from your lips, making him freeze. his eyes go wide as he stares at you, mouth slightly agape as he registers what you just said.

"hurts!" you whine, pressing against his chest again.

he pulls away from you immediately, wrapping his arms around you, "'m sorry, baby. i didn't realize..."

"'s okay," you sniffle, letting him pull you into his lap, arms wrapped around your body.

KAWATA NAHOYA.

usually, his harsh words and cruel treatment would have your cunt creaming in seconds. as he worked his hips harshly against yours, head hanging between his shoulders to watch the way your pussy swallowed every inch of him.

"filthy cunt's makin' a mess all over me," he spits, "fuckin' nasty little whore."

unlike usual, there was no flutter in your cunt from his filthy words. instead, tears pricked at your eyes and you couldn't help but look away. this, however, caused him to click his tongue -- harshly slapping your moist cheeks to gather your attention once again.

"eyes on me, bitch," he spits, giving another slap to your face, making you cry out a word you hadn't spoken for a very long time.

he froze immediately, smiling eyes growing wide as he finally looks at you properly. your eyes are teary and a pout on your lips. he coos and leans down, pressing is lips against your forehead.

"what's wrong, pretty?" he asks, "do you want to stop?"

you sniffle and shake your head, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. he lets you hug him close as he huffs a laugh, securely wrapping his arm around your back to press your body against his.

"so that's it, huh?" he hums, "needed to be treated sweet?"

KAWATA SOUYA.

"s-souya!" you squeal, legs kicking as he fucks you through another orgasm.

it's wet and sticky, your cum and his coating his cock and drooling from your cunt. he's already fucked you stupid and forced a couple of orgasms out of himself. his entire body is shaking as he keeps going, panting and pressing his lips against yours.

"s-slow down i--"

"shh," he coos, "feels good, doesn't it? wanna make you feel good."

"i already came!" you sob, hand tangling in his messy blue hair, tugging harshly.

he moans at the feeling, cock throbbing from where it was trapped in your tight, hot little cunt. he barely pulls out, grinding against your clit, as if urging you to cum more. even as his own balls tighten up, his own orgasm coming faster than he anticipated.

"fuck!" he cries, hand cupping one of your breasts as he tosses his head back, cock twitching as he shoots his load inside you.

yet his hips keep moving, pushing your overstimulation into overdrive. you sob and slap your hands on his chest, one small little word slipping from your lips that bring him to a halt.

"sh-shit," he gasps, "did i hurt you?"

you shake your head, panting, "'m tired..."

he breathes a sigh of relief and nods his head, "okay, sweet girl. we can stop," he smiles, pressing his lips against your forehead, "proud of you for using you safeword, yeah?"

© bobaji 2021. do not modify or repost.

[duckugou]

love u like an alcoholic (nsfw)

Dabi x fem reader, Hawks x fem reader

Cw: toxic ass hoes, jealousy, angst as fuck, unprotected sex, a lil rough but not really, male masturbation a lil bit, sorta cucking?, unprotected sex, biting, overstimulation a touch, quirkless au- its also not proofread

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

this ones for u jennie LMAO

!!part 2 is here AHHHH!!

!!come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in! Requests are open!!!!

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Every time he dismissed you, youd want more. Every night, you were desperate for it- his acceptance. Even if it was just between his sheets.

You liked to believe that he meant the words he groaned out with his dick buried in you. "My cunt. My good girl."

But you knew he didn't mean it. You were just a hook up. That, however, couldn't stop your want- your need.

So once you decided to prove to him that he needed you- that if you were to be only his to use, he had to do something about it. You knew the bar he went to every Friday. And you knew just the dress to wear while you both pretended to not know each other.

Walking into the bar alone, you felt eyes on you. Men that wanted to pounce. Men that wanted to touch you as you walked by, offer you a drink even. Women that wanted to protect you from said men. Hell, women that wanted to join those men.

You're one track minded, though, making your way to the bar itself and asking the bartender for your favorite drink. Taking a look around, you catch eyes with the most gorgeous blue eyed man- one that you know pretty well from stories and photos. That could only mean hes here too.

You glance to the right of the black haired man and, would ya look at that, there he is. Keigo Tamaki. The man that has used you for months and made you crave him every second of every day. And he was there with a tall brunette on his arm, giggling at everything he said and touching his chest lightly.

"Here ya are, miss. Hey, be careful tonight. There's some... harsh people that come here." The bartender grabbed your attention again, making you turn back around and thank him for the drink and his thoughtful words. Fortunately for you, you wouldn't have to be careful.

Turning back around, you notice the blue eyed man looking straight at you. Sending him a wink and a smile, you turn back around, taking a sip of the drink you paid for and mentally preparing yourself.

A few moment later, you feel someone sit next to you.

"Hey, sweetness. What brings you here all alone?" The deep voice asks, bringing your attention to his bright eyes that contrasted the scars on his face.

"Oh, just a long week. Needed to... take a break from the world." You reply, swirling the ice cubes around your glass.

"Oh I know the feeling- hey bartender! Get her another- and get me a whiskey." He gestured to the man behind the bar that sent you worried eyes. You gave him a reassuring look, to which he sighed and got your drinks.

"Oh god- I'm not even done with this one!" You giggle, peering over his shoulder and seeing Keigo completely entranced with the brunette girl in front of him.

"Ah, yeah but I'll be here a while. Whats your name, sweets?" He asks, waving off the bartender that set your drinks down in front of you.

"Y/n, yours?"

"Toya- but call me Dabi."

"Okay, Dabi," You started, noticing his shoulders stiffen at the way you say his name. "What about you? What brings you to the bar?"

"My stupid fuckin friend. Always wants me to come out with him and be his wingman or some shit. I usually go home by now, but seeing someone like you here is... rare." He confirms, looking you up and down, noticing how your dress rides up your thighs.

"Oh, is it? Well, your friend sounds like a drag, I'll be honest." You laugh lightly.

"Yeah and hes always talking about how I'm the wing man because I can't get any myself."

You feel a pang of hurt for the beautiful man in front of you. Keigo is an asshole. But you cant get rid of the feeling of being drawn to him over and over again. Maybe this Dabi guy will change that. Doubtful, but possible.

"Let's go prove him wrong!" You say excitedly, downing the remainder of your first drink and grabbing your second, standing up.

"Shit, I'd be glad to show you off, babe." He said, linking arms with you and pulling you towards his group of friends.

"Hey fuck face-" Dabi begins, making Keigo look over. "-I got a hot one myself, tonight." He flips him a middle finger, snickering.

Keigo pays no mind to his friend, or the brunette, for a moment. He can only look at you as his face drops. Why are you here? In that fucking dress? With Dabi? What the fuck is going on? You look too good to be in a nasty bar like this and you know it.

His eyes are filled with panic as he remembers his situation, the girl beside him trailing her fingers up his arm.

"O-oh nice dude. Didn't uh- think you had it in you." He stutters out, trying to pry his eyes from your chest.

Seeing him flustered instead of you was invigorating. Making Keigo nervous might be your new favorite feeling. Seeing his face turn pink, his eyes dart up and down your body, landing on Dabi's arm intertwined with yours. You felt powerful and you loved it.

"Hi! I'm Y/n, nice to meet you guys!" You put your hand out to shake Keigo and his arm candy's hands, fully confident for once.

"I'm Laci!" She says, her acrylic nails brushing your hand before you pull apart.

"K-keigo. I'm Keigo." He introduces himself, a sick feeling in his gut. He shouldn't be shaking your hand, he should be focused on fucking Laci and then calling you tomorrow. Or he should be taking you into the bathroom and punishing you for this bullshit stunt.

He watches the way Dabi's arm trails down to the small of your back as you both settle in to the atmosphere, feeling sick.

He turns back to Laci, putting his finger under her chin and kissing her, hoping to regain his control over you, but it's too late. He can see Dabi's fingers playing with the hem of your short dress and he sees the way you sigh, looking up at Dabi with a smile.

"So- you from around here?" Keigo needs you to be away from Dabi. Away from him. Away from this bar. He needs you back at home, texting him and wanting him.

He needs to hear you say that your cunt is his.

"Yeah! I actually live like, what, 10 minutes away? Grew up here and everything!" You reply, allowing Dabi's hands to trail further up your thigh, not reacting. Did you love the feeling of his scarred hands? Yes. But did you wish they were Keigos? Unfortunately also yes.

"Nice. Pretty sure Laci's from around here too, right babe?" He asks the girl to his right, hoping the nickname will hit you in the chest.

And it does.

"Yeah! Half hour away!" She responds, unaware that not a single soul actually cares. Poor girl.

You have to take the reigns back and keep them. And you know just how to do it.

"Well, I think Dabi and I were gonna head out soon, yeah?" You ask, looking up into Dabi's eyes, taking note of the way his pupils dilate.

"Yeah, we were, angel." He confirms, looking back to his friend. "You mind staying here a while, man?"

Keigo feels the color drain from his face. He could puke right now. He could punch Dabi. He could drag you out of here and fuck you in the alley. He could withhold cumming from you for a week. But then, everyone would know. Know what?

That he has actual fucking feelings for you. And that he's scared.

"Yeah man. Be nice to her." He affirms, trying to laugh it off.

Watching you two leave the bar made Keigo's head swim. He had to stop it- he had to do something.

But he couldnt.

-

Reaching the apartment Dabi and Keigo share, you can already feel the heat in your core. Once you got inside the apartment that you'd never seen before now, you looked around. You'd always wondered what Keigo's place would look like. He always insisted to go to your place.

All thoughts were erased from your mind as you were pushed against the wall by Dabi, his arms caging you in and his breath fanning over your ear and neck as he assaulted your neck with his tongue and lips, confirming that you wanted this.

You moan without meaning to when he reaches the sweet spot right under your ear, making him sink his teeth in and suck on your neck.

"Fuck, Dabi-" You moan, noting the way his name feels different from Kei's.

"Gonna be a good girl tonight, yeah?" He asks, moving his lips down your neck to your chest.

"God, yes."

"Oh, baby. I'm your god tonight." He informed you, making you even wetter than you already were.

His hands grab the back of your thighs, and you knowingly jump into his embrace, kissing him harshly.

You felt yourself being carried to a bedroom that you assume is Dabi's, though being in Keigo's room would add insult to injury- plus it'd be kinda funny.

He kicks the door shut behind him, laying you on his bed, taking his shirt off and diving back into your neck and chest to continue his assault with his mouth.

"God, please- need you-" You whimper.

"Pretty girls always beg the most- isn't it ironic?" He chuckles, standing back up enough to pull your dress off of you, leaving you in a matching set of lingerie. "You certainly had a goal tonight, huh, angel?" His eyes burned holes in your tits.

"You could say that." You giggle, grabbing his arms and pulling him back down to your lips.

His hands trail up your torso, finding their way under your bra, fingers tweaking your nipples.

"Fuck- more-" You moan out, trying to grind into his hardening dick to get some kind of relief.

"Ah ah ah, youre gonna wait, angel." He says, gabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together. For a second, he thinks about spitting in your mouth, but you grind back up into his groin, making him groan instead.

Spreading your legs with his knee, he grinds it into your core, eyes boring into yours.

"Shit- you're so needy." He says softly into your ear before you moves down to where you need him the most. "Bra off, angel. I'll handle this one." He says, lifting your hips and taking your panties off in one motion.

You sit up slightly to take your bra off and flop back down, Dabi wasting no time to dive into your pussy.

"Shit!" You squeal, feeling his tongue piercing against your clit.

He continues to waste no time, his dick painfully hard and pushing against his jeans. Pushing a finger into your pussy, he puts his other hand on your hip to steady your thrusting.

"Holy fuck- Dabi!"

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On the other side of the door, Keigo walks into the shared apartment- alone. He didn't have it in him to bring her home after she started talking about her major in school. That shit did not get him hard.

What did get him hard were your moans.

Unfortunately, you were moaning his best friend's name- not his. Still, his dick began to get hard.

Scoffing at his luck, he went for the fridge, getting a beer and sitting on the couch. He turned the TV on in hopes it would drown you two out.

-

But your moans only got louder as Dabi pushed another finger in and began biting your thighs, bringing tears to your eyes.

"Please- I'm gonna cum let me cum- oh fuck!" You bury your hands in his hair, pulling a little and making him moan into your cunt. His fingers went impossibly harder, making you cum all over his face, crying tears of overstimulation.

Dabi stood up above you, wiping his face taking his pants and underwear off together. "Angel you look so pretty crying for me." He chuckled, letting his dick fall onto your messy center as he began lining himself up. "So wet for me, baby."

"Fuck me fuck me fuck m-"

You were cut off by Dabi pushing into you all at once, making you scream.

-

Keigo's dick was uncomfortable straining against his pants as his eyes welled up with tears. That should be him fucking you. Why did he have to toy with you and use you instead of being honest. Why are your moans so fucking angelic?

His brain went to a darker place as he noted that he would be able to hear you both better in his own room through the thin walls.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, he put his empty beer can on the table and leaned his head back, rubbing his eyes.

Every moan from your mouth made him remember what your tight pussy feels like.

He couldn't seem to stop himself as he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, wiping his pre cum down his shaft with his eyes closed.

-

"Take this cock angel- fuck youre so tight." Dabi groaned out, feeling your velvety walls squeeze his dick.

He was hitting every spot imaginable, his cock longer than Keigos, but not as thick.

"I wanna cum again so bad- god- please!" You begged, making Dabi go impossibly harder.

"Do it then, milk my dick angel." He groaned at you, making you reach your second high of the night, squeezing his dick.

"Shit if you keep- fucking- doing that I'm gonna cum angel."

"In- in me! I'm- pill- fuck!" You stumbled over your words, brain turning to mush. Your nails dug into his back as you held onto whatever sense your had left in your brain.

"Oh fuck, angel. Thats it- take it right- there. Oh fuck." Dabi groaned as his hips stuttered, his seed pouring into your cunt making you scream- somehow reaching another climax.

-

Hearing your final moans made Keigo cum onto his hand, face red and panting as the embarrassment of the situation set in. He just fucked his hand to another guy fucking you instead of just taking some girl home.

He felt so pathetic grabbing tissues from the coffee table and wiping his hand off.

Standing up and pulling his pants back up, he walked into the bathroom to wash his hands.

-

Panting and leaving light moans in the air, you felt Dabi wiping you off slightly with a towel form his floor. You didn't allow yourself to think about that.

He tossed you his shirt from earlier that night, wordlessly telling you to sleep over.

You stood up putting the shirt on, feeling the mixture of your slick and his cum dripping down your legs.

"Gonna use the bathroom-" You said, a little out of breath still.

"Second door on the left." He informed you, settling back into his bed with underwear back on.

You nodded and walked out the door, noting that you could hear the TV on in the living room. Was that on when we were out there?

You opened a closet in the hallway before you entered the bathroom, finding a washcloth.

"Thank fuck." You whispered to yourself.

Walking into the bathroom and over to the counter, you turned on the sink and ran the wash cloth under the warm water, sighing. Keigo was somehow still in the back of your mind.

You hear the door quietly shut and lock, making you look up to the mirror.

You see Keigo in the reflection and turn around, suddenly caged against the counter by his arms.

"Shit, Keigo! What the hell is your-" You were cut off.

"-Problem?" He asks, reaching behind you to shut the water off, letting his breath hit your neck as he whispered. "You really think I'm gonna let that shit slide? Pulling a stunt like that and fucking my best friend while you know damn well that this-" You reaches down to your unclothed, wet cunt, slapping it lightly making you gasp. "- is my pussy? I hope you have some left in you, princess."

He lifts you up onto the counter, making you dizzy with arousal knowing your plan worked. He finally realized.

The only problem is, now Dabi's on your mind too.

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the way im gonna end up making a part 2 lmao

[palimpsessed]

Hey. You post a lot of great stuff about Carry On. Can you talk about the biting in AWTWB. The Baz/Simon scenes.Trying to wrap my head around it to understand why Simon did that. Why he bites Baz and keeps biting. Bites his fangs through his cheek. Is it because Simon wants to be bitten? That he wants Baz so much and Baz can't be harmed? I'm really trying to understand it but . . . what do you think?

Anon, thank you for this ask, and also for liking whatever I'm doing on my blog.

Can I talk about the biting? You bet I can!

Why does Simon bite Baz? Is it because he wants to be bitten? In a word, yes! But of course, there's a lot more to it than that. And this went off in another direction than I thought it would, so I hope you can stick with me on this journey! Under the cut because it’s a bit long.

There is a motif running throughout the trilogy of love being a consuming force. So much of Simon and Baz's identities are tied up in hunger very early on: Baz, as a vampire, constantly craving blood; Simon, as the Humdrum, constantly sucking up magic; both of them starved of love and intimacy. There's also a lot of fire imagery, going all the way back to when they first met, and fire is another consuming force.

Simon and Baz are obsessed with each other. The only thing they think about is each other. ("Trying not to think about you…S'like trying not to think about an elephant that's standing on my chest.") They are consumed and they want to consume, and, at least in Simon's case, they want to be consumed.

In WS, Simon reflects on misunderstanding his feelings for Baz prior to eighth year, and the way he does it has always stuck out to me: "I thought about him all the time. I missed him so much in the summer. (I thought I was just lonely. I thought I was hungry. I thought I was bored.)" The second item on that list is what catches my attention. Simon missed Baz and he thought he was hungry. I think it says a lot about how Simon's love for Baz feels if he mistakes it for actual hunger.

In the biting scene you mentioned, Simon says to Baz: "If it were me, if I were you…I'd drain you fuckin' dry, Baz, and it still wouldn't be enough." That's intense. And it's absolutely Simon. We know how much hunger he's capable of; his hunger was so potent, it became a whole other being! I've long maintained that his hunger for magic is a metaphor for his hunger for love. Because Simon is so full of love, and just utterly bereft of people to give it to, and once he has people to love, he doesn't know how to do it without also hurting them. He's never had good relationship modeling. (He thinks Baz should know he loves him because of how many things he's killed for him.—He thinks about teaching Baz how to break someone's neck like it's a fun couples' activity.—He gets turned on by killing things and watching Baz kill, too.—Date night is helping Baz hunt down rats.) Simon is a mess. He wants to love so badly, but he just doesn't know how to do it. ("Is this what people do?")

Simon loves Baz so much, he can't fathom ever getting enough of him. Ever being able to consume enough of him. He can't stop biting and smelling and grabbing because he wants more, more, more. He fits his teeth over Baz's old scars because he needs to claim him—make his own mark on Baz, possess him.

Part of this, as you said, is the fact that Baz is a vampire. Baz can take the roughness (which is not to say that he should just because he can). Simon's fixation on Baz's vampirism, which used to play out as paranoia, has changed into a desire to be bitten. Simon is thinking about Baz's vampirism, thinking about draining Baz dry if he were the vampire, and Baz, the human.

The other part of this is that Simon is unfettered, but really only in the aggressive, physical sense. He's long hidden his desires behind aggression without realizing that's what he was doing. (In CO: "I just want to run him down and knock him over and figure it all out." In AWTWB: "I wanted to jump on you, I didn't really think past that.") He doesn't know how to be unfettered in the vulnerable, emotional sense, and that's what keeps him from being able to be intimate with Baz. ("I don't know how, Baz…To get enough.")

Simon desperately wants to have sex with Baz. Which is what he's trying to do in the biting scene, but all of his desires are warring for control, and he can't sort out what he wants, and what he should be doing in that moment, with Baz.

What this is all leading me to may be a bit off topic, but I think it's all tied up in Simon's head.

Simon doesn't know how to be gentle.

His hunger and his desire for Baz have never been gentle. It's aggression, it's violence, it's possession; it's a forest fire, it's not a hidden waterfall.

Simon has never learned how to be at peace. In a recent interview with Vanity Fair, Rainbow said she made Simon "fight of flight"—literally, he has wings! There's a reason that Simon couldn't handle the inaction at the beginning of CO and before the events of WS. There's a reason that Penelope thought that they were "being lulled" because there was no war actively being waged. There's a reason Penelope tells us in WS: "Lesson learned: Relaxation is the most insidious humdrum." These are characters who are so traumatized by childhoods being foot soldiers in a war waged by the adults they trusted, they don't know how to live without fighting! They don't know how to live in peace.

We all have "I can touch you less gently, but I won't love you less kindly" burned into our eyeballs by now, but let's move earlier in that conversation to what sparks this: "What if I asked you to be less kind to me?" —What if I asked you to be less kind to me?— Simon doesn't feel comfortable with Baz's kindness or gentleness, because it "makes me feel like I'm being turned inside out. Like I need to get away." Let's sit with this for a bit. Baz's loving touches make Simon want to run because they're kind and gentle and he doesn't know what to do with kind and gentle. His mind isn't programmed for kind and gentle.

It makes complete sense that Simon would show Baz affection in a way that Simon understands, considering, as I said before, that he hasn't had anyone in his life to show him a healthy way to do this. What does Simon most want from Baz? Love. What does Simon understand love to be? Consumption. He wants roughness and aggression, he wants the inferno, because these are things he understands.

Simon wants Baz's teeth, so he gives Baz his teeth.

This is how Simon feels comfortable. I made this post while processing my feelings about AWTWB. It talks about Simon trying to love Baz the way he wants to be loved, and Baz trying to love Simon the way he wants to be loved. They want to give each other everything, but they haven't actually communicated their needs to one another, and that's what keeps them from being able to work through their problems. It isn't until they voice their needs that they're able to be intimate. This is what I'm really trying to get at here.

"Is this what people do?" Simon asks, over and over again. When Simon was in therapy, he learned a technique to break up "life into bites you can swallow". He tells us he's doing this again in AWTWB "because [the future] is too terrifying. Too uncertain. There are parts of it that are too bright." —There are parts of it that are too bright.— Simon doesn't know how to be happy. He doesn't know how to cope with happiness. "Is this what people do when they're in love? Do they just keep touching and talking? And then what? Like what is it all leading to? I don't mean sex, I mean… If I knew what I meant, it wouldn't be so frightening." When Simon is having all these overwhelming feelings about his future with Baz, they're on the Tube, and Simon sees a guy giving him and Baz "a dirty look". He interrupts his introspective on therapy to tell us that he wants the guy to cause trouble "because I would dearly love to punch something right now. That's a decision I could wrap my brain around." He can wrap his brain around punching someone, but not around a bright future with the man he loves.

Simon doesn't know how to be at peace. He doesn't know how to be in love. He doesn't know how to be happy. I think this is what we're seeing at play when he bites Baz. He wants something so badly, but he doesn't know what it is, can't articulate it, can't get at it. In a way, when he bites Baz, Simon is trying to ask for what he wants, without words, and without really knowing what it is that he does want.

He can't figure out how to let himself be happy and feel good while being happy. He can't stand gentleness, or softness. In his head, he can't give that to Baz, because he can't handle it himself.

So, yes, Simon bites Baz because he wants to be bitten. And he bites Baz because he knows Baz can handle it. And he bites Baz because there's an emptiness inside of him that he's still trying to fill, and he doesn't understand how to do that. Someday, he will fill it. He and Baz are going to figure that out together.

I hope this makes sense. With your indulgence, Anon, I'm going to tag in @theflyingpeach who is all around brilliant, and I know has their own thoughts about this scene (and demon Simon 👀👀👀) that I would like to see more of. 🥰

A follow up to this ask can be found here.

Further reading on the relationship between consumption, food, and love compiled here.

[randomperson351]

Miscarriage - AS

Summary: You tell Alfie you've had a miscarriage.

Note: Contains triggering themes; miscarriage, blood, etc so perhaps miss this one out if you think anything like that will trigger/make you uncomfortable.

Do not repost or rewrite any of my work. Minors and ageless blogs are blocked.

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"Jesus Christ!" Alfie exclaimed. He'd just walked through the door and you were stood right there in front of him silently, wringing your hands in your nervous disposition.

"Hi."

"What's going on, love? Why'd you nearly give me a heart attack?" He asked gently, hanging up his coat and taking off his shoes before reaching an arm out and placing a hand on your shoulder.

"I think you should come through." Was all you said, making Alfie's nerves spike and his heart jump.

Now, Alfie was not a man who scared easily, but the thought of something happening to you while he was at work and not saying anything all day was enough to make him heave from the dropping feeling in his gut.

You turned to lead the way through to the dining table and Alfie reached forward and grasped your hand as you walked, hoping to provide some comfort.

"Love?"

No answer. You couldn't. You could hardly bring yourself to breath let alone talk. All you could do was squeeze his hand that held yours in reassurance.

It's okay.

You abruptly stopped once you'd reached the entrance to the dining room (meaning Alfie almost walked straight into the back of you if he hadn't halted at the last minute) and turned to face him yet again, somehow looking even paler. You were silent for a moment, trying to figure out the right wording. Then again, this was Alfie, one of the bluntest men on Earth you were talking about.

"Doll, please, whatever it is just spit it out." He pleaded.

"Just sit and let me tell you everything and then you can process and I'll leave if you want me to and then we can go from there but let me get this out." You rambled at last.

Alfie sat with no hesitation, leaning towards you to implore you to explain what the hell was going on.

"Alright I'm just gonna come straight out with it." You warned him, beginning to pace the length of the doorway, breathing a little heavier now, the knot of butterflies in your stomach almost becoming unbearable.

"Breathe love." Alfie reminded you, aching to stand and hold you through whatever had happened but wanting to do as you asked if it made you more willing to tell him.

Suddenly you stopped pacing and swivelled to look directly at him. You nodded once to yourself as a last reassurance and came straight out with it.

"I had a miscarriage."

Alfie physically forgot to breath for about 7 seconds. He blinked, then cleared his throat.

"Sorry?"

"Today. I had a miscarriage, this morning. That's why I didn't want you to come home for lunch or to come home early; I was cleaning it up."

"You were cleaning it up?" He repeated in a state of disbelief.

"Yes. But not to worry, I had some spare towels and sheets and you can't see any blood stains or anything."

Alfie waited a moment before addressing anything.

"Fuckin' hell."

You felt as if your heart was about to explode. Alfie raised up slowly from his chair and lopped closer to you, the furrow in his eyebrows a dead giveaway on his neutral face that he wasn't happy with what he was hearing.

"Alfie?" You said in a small, uncertain voice but he kept advancing until he was almost close enough to have his chest flush with yours.

"What time was this, when did you have the miscarriage?"

"Around 8 this morning." You whispered in reply.

"Just after I'd fucking phoned you." He stated, still looking directly at you but making no move to reach out towards you so you didn't move back yet.

"Yeah."

"Where?"

"I was sat on the bedroom floor looking for something when I didn't feel right and so I looked down and I was bleeding."

Alfie raised his head and fixed his gaze on the ceiling as he rolled his shoulders back. "How long?"

"What?"

"How fuckin' long were you pregnant for?"

When you didn't answer Alfie lowered his gaze again and found yours focused on the floor. He slowly reached towards you and raised your chin to look at him again and there were unshed tears glistening in your eyes.

"How long?" He repeated, significantly softer.

"Just a few weeks."

Alfie grunted and finally walked those few steps forward, colliding against you and wrapping you so tightly in his arms you were almost completely covered by his hulking physique. He felt you shuddering against him as you cried silently, his heart kept clenching painfully every time an accidental shriek fell from your lips, his stomach rolled with unease at seeing you this way. All Alfie wanted to do was wrap you up in bubble wrap and keep you away from the world until you'd healed; unfortunately, he had to go to work and so did you.

"Steady love, take it steady." He began rocking you back and forth in his embrace, lifting your head to fit over his shoulder and tucking his head in your neck.

"You aren't angry?" You asked quietly once the worst of your sobs had passed, only having a hiccup every now and again.

Alfie snorted in disbelief and held you closer still. "It takes two to make a baby love."

"Only takes one to loose it." You murmured under your breath, just for Alfie to somehow hear it anyway.

"Uh hey," he said sharply, pulling back to look you directly in the eye again to make sure you listened to everything he was about to say, "I don't want to hear none of that, you hear me? If we lost the baby, we lost the baby and maybe that was the world's way of telling us the time simply wasn't right. But don't, for one fuckin' second, start any of that 'self-blaming' bullshit, right? None of that in this house, thank you."

You nodded at his antics and wiped the excess tears from your face, a smile ghosting the sides of your lips.

"Good, now, get your coat dear." Alfie set off down the hall and slid his shoes back on, coat next and then his scarf.

"What why? You haven't eaten yet." You exclaimed, following after him confused. Alfie grabbed your coat from the rack and held it up for you to put your arms into, pulling it around your body and fastening it snuggly.

"I can eat when I make sure my fucking wife is looked after first." He told you, turning and opening the front door then reaching back and looping an arm around your waist, pulling you outside with him.

"Alfie! Where are we going?" Still no answer from him other than leading you to the car and helping you into the back.

He climbed in after you and leaned forward to tell the driver where to go.

"Nearest hospital mate, and step on it."

"What?"

"You come first, always." Was all he said.

You didn't try to fight him anymore and just softened back into the seat as Ishmael started driving. Alfie's arm came around you and rested on your shoulder, his thumb rubbed back and forth idly as a grounding motion.

You reached over him and grasped his hand that was resting on his leg and interlocked your fingers with his. You squeezed his hand in a silent gesture and he squeezed back. Even though he might not say it a lot, you really were everything to him, if anything happened to you he wouldn't know how to function.

Alfie made a silent vow to himself in that moment to make more time to check in with you, he wouldn't work for as long and he'd try to help out around the house more. He'd make sure to have time carved out in his schedule just for the two of you, no matter what.

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↠ characters: geto suguru, mentioned in story: gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, nanami kento

↠ warning: cam work, sex work, mentions of death, smut, webcam shows, reverse doggystyle position, unprotected sex,

↠ pairings: geto suguru x black!female reader, a hint of toji fushiguro x black!female reader

↠ timeline: cam boy!au, college!au, sex work au,

↠ chapter summary: another stream for geto & y/n leads to an interesting late night talk.

↠ a/n: i apologize for the long wait for the next chapter. here's chapter 13. i appreciate everyone for still reading this and still interested in this fic.

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GETO FIDDLED WITH THE FORK THAT WAS ON THE TABLE, the server poured water in his glass that was half empty. The wire under his dark-colored jean jacket made his body radiate so much heat. He never thought that he would be working with the cops to take down someone for murder. It caused him to grow a little uneasy, but he couldn’t lose his cool. Not in front of Jules. He remembers the detectives told him that they wanted her specifically to say she killed Ayaki. To keep the conversation short, but let it linger on her mind.

Even if you have to lie about something, do it, Geto remembered one of the detectives told him that.

Once again Jules was late. Which if she wasn’t going to show in the next five minutes, he was going to just leave. After all, he had a stream tonight with [Y/N] for her channel. He noticed she hasn’t been streaming or posting content, which he chalked it up as her just being busy with school work due to finals approaching. However, the woman kept suggesting they do the stream on his channel considering that Gojo, Choso, and Nanami passed her on the rankings.

He didn’t fully understand and he didn’t agree with it. They both decided on taking turns posting content together on each other channel every week, it was now her turn. When he saw the chair in front of him get tugged out and Jules slid into it, he stared at her in shock. She wasn’t dressed up nicely and looked like she hadn't slept for days.

“What do you want, Suguru?” Jules asked, her tired brown-colored eyes staring at him.

Her eyes looked so lifeless.

“I don’t appreciate you practically throwing me under the bus like that. You know with Ayaki,” He mumbled the last part and she let out a scoff.

“I would never do that to my favorite cam boy,” She says as her lips curl into a devious smirk. “Or would I?” She asked, looking at him.

“I just want to know what happened to Ayaki, that’s all.” Geto huffed. “She was my friend.”

Jules let out a chuckle as she leaned forward to whisper to him. “A friend? You couldn’t even answer her phone call when it was her last moments on this fuckin’ planet.” She snickered. “Just leave this in the past, they’re going to chalk her case up as just another obsessed man killed her.” She shrugs her shoulders carelessly. “Listen, I paid off any witnesses that saw us together that night. That club in Shibuya district paid the owner off…” her voice trails off hoping Geto would get the drift.

“You haven’t watched the news have you?” Geto questioned. “They’re doing another autopsy on her and searching the place where they found her body again.” He glanced at his phone seeing [Y/N] had texted him.

Just his luck, he could leave the conversation and let her sit being dragged into her dark thoughts. “I have to go [Y/N] want me to come to her place so we can start our stream.”

He could hear Jules kissing her teeth. Mouth gaping open to speak badly about [Y/N], but she didn’t once she saw the harsh glare Geto gave her.

“But they said they found something at the scene, Jules.” Geto looked down at her as he shoved his hands down in his jacket pockets. “I noticed you haven’t been wearing that necklace your mother gave you and just wanted to let you know.” He shrugged his shoulders before wishing her a farewell and walking outside of the restaurant.

Geto's heart was beating so fast. His mind was racing as he walked down the street tugging the wire off, when he saw the familiar car of the detectives, he walked over giving them the tools. “Did I do good?” He asked.

“You did great.” One detective said. “We haven’t even searched the plot where Ayaki’s body has been found yet due to the rain, but you mentioned her necklace being gone and we immediately requested for the search team to search again.”

“One hell of a somewhat lie huh?” Geto questioned gaining a nod.

“She’s going to snap soon,” The detective said as he looked at Geto. “And I advise you to be nowhere near her when she does,” He said before rolling up the window and leaving Geto on the sidewalk to walk home back to his place.

When he made it back home, he took it upon himself to shower and change before heading down the hall. Shoving a pair of change of clothes in his duffel bag, assuming [Y/N] would let him crash at her place for the night. He sprayed some cologne on while staring himself into the mirror. A hair tie in between his teeth as he collected his hair to pull it back into a ponytail. He heard his phone ringing, and a small grin appeared on his face. When he answered the FaceTime call, it was [Y/N].

“So, I was wondering if you wanted to stay over?” [Y/N] asked.

Geto could see her tugging on a tank top and fixing her lip gloss in her vanity mirror in her room. Geto would stare at his bag that was filled with clothes that were already packed, which [Y/N] caught on to it.

“You already packed a bag didn’t you?” [Y/N] asked.

“Yes, I assumed it would just be better to just stay at your place.” His cheeks grew hot as those words tumbled out his mouth.

“Awwwww,” [Y/N] teased as she let out a giggle. “I even have a spare toothbrush for you, Mr. Suguru. Please come now. This may be corny, but I miss you a little bit.,” She says.

Geto couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on his face. “I miss you too, are you ready for this stream?”

“Of course,” [Y/N] says as he could hear her going to her room where she streams. She was beginning to set up. This stream was supposed to be a simple Q&A, especially considering that many of their subscribers now chalked it up as the two dating, they were at the top of the ranking, and being talked about heavily in the sex work industry.

“I’m hanging up now, I’ll be to you in a minute or so,” He said before he ended the call. He would grab his bag, sling it over his shoulder and leave his apartment. He walked down the hall, butterflies erupting in his stomach like some lovesick puppy. Despite it just being a simple Q&A, he still felt nervous. How could a woman have such a hold on him?

His knuckles knocked at the door and when he saw [Y/N] open the door he gave her that charming grin she adores so much. She steps aside to let him in, which Geto leaned over, placing a quick peck on her lips.

“I just did my lip look and you just had to mess it up,” [Y/N] whines as she’s rushing in her room to find her lip liner and lip gloss.

“It’s going to get messed up regardless,” Geto points out as he’s kicking off his shoes near the door. He would follow her into her room to put his bag in there. She leaned over and glanced in the mirror trying to fix her lip gloss. While Geto stood behind her, muscular arms circling around her waist as his chin rested on her shoulders.

“I know this stream is supposed to be a Q & A and then we just end it after we’re done, but I want to try something,” [Y/N] says as looked at the mirror causing her to make eye contact with the man attached to her waist at the moment.

“And that thing is?” Geto questioned.

[Y/N] turned around to look at him. She soon whispered in his ear and Geto’s lips formed a devious smirk. “Are you sure about that? I mean will you be able to handle that?”

“You literally shoved your dick down my throat on camera. I can handle it.” [Y/N] says as she leaned up, placing a quick peck on his lips before leaving the room. Geto wasn’t far behind her as the two entered the streaming room.

“You are answering questions while my dick is inside you, you’re gonna make a lot of money tonight,” He said. “Thanks to me.” Geto motions to himself which caused [Y/N] to playfully roll her eyes at him.

“Don’t get too cocky, SuguruSuga.” She says as she was waltzing around her streaming room.

He watched as [Y/N] was beginning to set up. Flicking on ring light cameras, making sure speakers were connected, and the list goes on. If you asked Geto, he would admit that seeing her like this turned him on. He made himself comfortable in her streaming chair, spinning around it as she went into her bedroom to grab their mask. She tossed his mask on his lap before taking a seat right upon his crotch.

Geto was toying with the mask that he placed on his face. [Y/N] sat on his lap as she was typing her password on the website. Geto toyed with her gaming chair, his long legs were practically banging under her desk. “Why is your chair up so high?” He questioned as he pushed the button causing it to lower.

“Not everyone is as tall as you,” [Y/N] bluntly said as she was scrolling through her CAMPOP feed.

Geto chuckled at her statement as his fingers were toying with the shorts she wore. “Might as well take this off now before the stream starts,” He suggested as his long digits traced shapes on her thighs.

“Getting a bit impatient huh?” [Y/N] questioned as she typed in a message on her newsfeed to notify her subscribers that she was streaming in less than five minutes.

“I told you I miss you, didn't I?” Geto questioned as he leaned forward in the chair to place a soft kiss on her shoulder.

She grew quiet hearing him say that while her body radiate so much heat feeling his lips on the back of her shoulder. [Y/N] pushed herself off his lap to tug down the shorts she was wearing. She stepped out of them and she felt Geto’s eyes watching her do such a simple task. When took her seat on his lap, she could feel his bulge through the grey Nike sweatpants he wore. [Y/N] smirked as she moved her hips gaining a hiss from Geto.

“You know what you’re doing,” Geto mentioned while the pad of his fingers traced alongside the lining of the thin fabric covering her cunt.

“You’re the one that’s rock hard here sir,” [Y/N] pointed out as she would start the stream. The instant countdown flashed on the screen as [Y/N] and Geto tugged down their masks.

“Lift up real quick,” Geto uttered with urgency.

Geto watched as she did what she was told. Only ten seconds left before they would be broadcast to the world. Geto tugged his grey sweatpants and boxers down in a quick motion. His hand went up to collect some spit from his palm and soon went to palm at his hardened cock. The aching feeling of wanting to feel the warmth of [Y/N]’s walls made him excited. The pad of his callous digits traced alongside [Y/N]’s panties while he pulled them to the side to line himself up at the entrance. With just three seconds on the countdown, Geto pushed his thick pink tip inside. His dark-colored eyes lighted up in pure excitement as his cock disappeared bit by bit inside [Y/N]. Her hand was firmly on the black desk as she sat on his lap with his cock now inside her with ease.

A nervous sigh escaped [Y/N]’s mouth as she smiled at the camera. Many comments popped up on screen and she just was reading them. The majority of them stated how excited they were to see Geto and her on her account. “We just..” She inhaled sharply as she could feel Geto’s fingertips tracing alongside the band of panties.

“We just wanted to answer a couple of questions for you guys since the end of the month is coming around,” [Y/N] says as she moved her hips slightly gaining subtle hiss from Geto.

“Do you want to read the first question?” [Y/N] questioned as her eyes scanned over the comments.

Geto cleared his throat before shaking his head, “You can read it.” He says as he looked at her. His hand now was grasping at her waist as he was guiding her softly.

“First question, why did you choose each to collaborate?” [Y/N] asked. Her teeth nibbled at her lower lip to muffle any sounds that were aching to come out. “You should answer first.”

Just as Geto’s lips parted to speak, he felt [Y/N] move slightly. She soon rocked her hips slowly.

“I saw that she was on top of the ranking list, so I wanted to be on top of her.” Geto flashed the camera a charming smile and a wink.

“He’s such a charmer you guys,” [Y/N] commented. “But if I was to say I should have chosen someone else, he would throw a fit.” She responded.

Four more questions in and Geto was growing impatient. His hips bucked upward just to feel some type of friction. When he heard a small moan escape [Y/N]’s mouth, he knew that she wanted this just as much as he did. He leaned forward to place kisses on the back of her shoulder before he took it upon himself to bounce her up and down on his hardened member.

It was obvious that the viewers caught onto their devious act, but the couple did not care at all. With the way the tipping notification was going off constantly, the viewers were enjoying the show. [Y/N] moans only grew loud as her cunt was gripping around Geto perfectly. Geto’s eyes peered down at the wonderful sight of her ass clapping against his toned thighs. His teeth chewed at his lower lip holding back his groans.

“You feel so good around me.” He praised softly while gliding her up and down on his cock.

His fingernails were digging at the soft flesh on her waist as he helped her bounce up and down on his cock. Geto’s head fell back to be met with the headrest of the gaming chair. The notification sound of tips being sent in drew the man insane, but hearing [Y/N] moan was something completely different. It was like hearing his favorite rock song for the first time on repeat. “Shit, I’m going to cum.” He said out loud before only gaining a hum from the woman.

[Y/N] was bouncing on Geto’s cock with ease. Her juices flowed down her plump thighs and her mouth gasped open letting out the lewdest moans ever. She was close to orgasming once she felt Geto’s hand reach in front of her to rub at her clit. Her tears trickled at her lashline as the huge intense pit in the bottom of her abdomen burst. “Geto..” She moaned out.

Geto was so into seeing [Y/N] whither in so much pleasure, he didn’t even notice she moaned out his actual name. His hips rocked upwards just to kiss at her cervix before he could feel his balls grow heavy. In just a quick motion, he had pulled himself out of [Y/N]’s cunt. He soon could feel himself cum right on [Y/N] firm ass cheeks.

The notification of the stream ending suddenly caused [Y/N] to plop tiredly on his lap. Their sweat-coated bodies were on each other as their pants echoed the room. Geto found himself tugging off his mask before he’s placing a soft kiss on [Y/N]’s shoulder.

“Told you, you wouldn’t have been able to handle it,” Geto smirked.

“Oh shut up. You couldn’t even answer any of the questions without stuttering,” [Y/N] respond.

Geto chuckles at her statement before he’s watching the woman grab a paper towel. He would grab the paper towel from her to wipe his cum off her. “Sorry.” He uttered.

“Eh, it’s okay. Now let’s go shower my favorite cam boy.” [Y/N] says while logging off her account.

After the whine down after the stream, the cam couple found themselves doing random things like watching a movie and ordering takeout. Eventually whining down to go to bed. As the moon shine down on the couple, Geto could notice how deep in thought [Y/N] was as she was laying on his chest. His fingers traced small circles on her back. “What’s on your mind?” Geto asked.

“Campop.” [Y/N] answered truthfully.

“What about it?” Geto followed up. “We’re occupying the top two spots, making a lot of money, and I even got an email about us sponsoring some sex toys.” He chuckles at the last part of his comment.

He saw a slight smile appear on her face but it soon disappeared. Now, Geto was worried. “What’s wrong? Just tell me.”

He could feel [Y/N] sit up to face him. Even in such darkness, he could tell she was looking at him with such worry. “I met with Jules' dad,” she admitted.

Geto’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He sat up on his elbows. “What?”

“I’ve been working with Choso to take Jules down way before this Ayaki case,” [Y/N] confessed. “Well, it kinda started right after the masquerade ball,” [Y/N] add.

“Wait what?” Geto asked. “Why would you—”

“She threatened to expose who I was. This was before I figured out who you were.” [Y/N] explained. “Her father’s been rotting away in a retirement home due to her forging paperwork that he’s unable to be alone. He told me..” Her voice trails off as if she was questioning even telling him something.

“He told you what [Y/N]?” Geto questioned as he looked at her. He used his finger to lift her face so that she was looking at him.

“Jules visit him one night. He said that she was freaking out and crying about something. But he told her that she had to fix her own problems.” [Y/N] explained. “And—”

This time it was Geto cutting her off. “Was it about Ayaki?” He questioned.

“Obviously. But it’s something else.” [Y/N] tried to stumble out the last part of what Jules father told her but Geto had already hopped out of her to grab her phone.

“I should tell the detectives this, this could help put her away.” Geto says as he was typing in his passcode on his phone.

[Y/N] pushed herself out of the bed and snatched his phone away. “Can you please just listen to me for one second?”

Geto went to argue, but he just nodded waiting for her to respond.

“Jules father also told me that by the end of the month the person who’s at number one will be the heir of his company.”

“What?”

“The person who’s at the number one ranking on CAMPOP will be the CEO of the company.”

Geto stared at [Y/N] with a shocked expression. His mouth slightly gasped open while he was trying to gather his thoughts. “Wait, but Jules sign the contract to make her the CEO at the end of the month. That is if she doesn’t get arrested for the murder.”

“The contract she’s going to sign isn’t even the real one according to her father.” [Y/N] explained.

Geto watched as [Y/N] plopped back down in her bed. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling of her room before eventually Geto was plopping down next to her. The two of them enjoyed the intense silence while they processed the conversation they just had.

“And I don’t want to be the CEO.” [Y/N] says as she was on Geto’s phone looking at the rankings. She was still sitting at the number one spot.

“Well, we still have time to get me at number one, hell Choso or Gojo wouldn’t mind running a company either.” Geto found himself explaining. “Especially Choso, do you know how much that would help his brother and such.”

“But do you think either one of them could bypass us in such a short amount of time? Even when we don’t record anything, we still don’t move on the ranking list. That’s how much popularity we have gained.” [Y/N] says.

“Well, what are we going to do?”

“I’m going to delete my page the day before the month ends,” [Y/N] says.

Geto’s head never snapped to the side to look at someone so quickly. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“What?!”

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the evening sun shone an orange glow over the city. the chatter of the citizens rang through the streets past all the tall buildings, the cars and taxis making their way to their patron's destinations and the smell of your favorite restaurants wafted past the pavement. you've grown up in the city, getting used to it, yet never getting bored.

all of these memories made you think about your boyfriend; he was a real country boy - born and raised in texas and everything. it never failed to bring a smile to your face whenever he pointed out a particularly tall office or a pretty neon 'open' sign.

something he's never been very fond of is the people. specifically older men. they always had a certain look on their face as you walked by, making him swing an arm around your hip or slipping a hand in your pocket. he's always been quite protective over his lover. you didn't mind, though.

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there wasn't much time to reminisce on your loverboy right now - you were going to see him today! your car broke the day before, so with great displeasure you had to take the bus. you hated public transport. everyone was so close to each other, the air was stuffy and there was always someone to make you horribly uncomfortable.

you pulled your mask further over your nose when you reached the stop. the small space was bordered by plastic panels and a poster for some music event, nothing of interest. the sound coming from your earbuds made your foot tap the the rhythm until the bus finally emerged from the passing traffic.

the ride was peaceful, which made you strangely wary - like a calm moment before the storm. you didn't mind the busride being quiet, but the feeling never shook.

after waving at the busdriver and thanking him kindly, you hopped off the vehicle onto the concrete pavement. three other people walked out with you; and old couple, one holding a walker and a 20-something year old man. the clicking of his tongue grew impatient as he got stuck behind the couple. after a moment the two elders managed to get off the bus safely and the man could finally get to his stop.

you didn't pay them any mind, you wanted to see sapnap as soon as possible. you kept walking at a brisk pace, growing more exited with every step. after passing and crossing a few streets you started to feel uneasy. feeling eyes drilling right through your back, you rummaged in your bag and pulled out a small handheld mirror and lip gloss. as you were applying your gloss you glanced behind you, scanning the faces you could catch from within you peripheral vision.

you were surprised to see the impatient man from the bus stop a few feet behind you. now realizing the situation, you hastily stuff everything back into your bag and start walking again, this time quicker than before. the stabbing look didn't shake, however.

you were getting more anxious as it got darker and the crowds became scarce. the destination was on the edge of the city, where there was nothing other than small stores and the occasional crappy apartment building. the pavement was easy to see if you looked down; no polished dress shoes, no sneakers, no stilettos, nothing. just the occasional group of chatting teenagers passing by or an overworked retail worker walking home.

with every frantic step forward he seemed to get one step closer. the sound of your feet tapping on the floor came to a halt as you arrived at a crosswalk with a red light. the man hummed an unorganized tune and stood behind you and casually waited for the light to turn green. everytime you'd move, so would he. the brief moment waiting in front of the crosswalk felt like centuries.

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ding. the pole emitted a bright green and you sighed in relief. you rushed over to the other side of the street, making sure not to hit someone on the way there. as you were moving along you suddenly felt a hand on your back, slowly gliding down over your-

"what are you doing?!"

the panic in your voice didn't phase the man, though he did take his hand off your lower half and placed it on your neck instead. he slowly backed you into a small alleyway while muttering a response.

"calm down, cutie. it's just a hand."

you slapped his hand off yourself, losing the hope you had when you realized you were the only one with him on this block.

"let me go, you creep!"

this response to his 'compliment' didn't please him; he harshly grabbed you by the roots of your hair and pushed you against the cold brick wall of a corner store.

"listen here, bitch. you're gonna listen to me real good, and you're gonna obey everything i tell you, understood?"

you whimpered in pain, shutting your eyes and tears dipping at your chin.

"understood?!"

with another yank at your hair you mewled and nodded hastily. this seemed to satisfy him.

"good. now, let's have some fun, shall we?"

his hand rested on your thigh and gradually made its way up, under your skirt until it hit your underwear. the other was around your wrists, holding them both with his larger hands to the side of your head. his feet trapped yours, putting his weight on your toes so you wouldn't kick him.

"ngh-!"

"heh, can't handle stimulation, can you? guess this will be more fun than i imagined- ugh!"

the man was knocked back harshly, the hand that connected with his face quickly retreating to the body it belonged to. sapnap. the man felt his jaw, there was blood dripping off his lip.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO THEM?!"

sapnap boomed in anger at the man. before he could even think of an answer he was hit again by the same hand. sapnap was now right next to you, him seeing your trembling figure in his peripheral vision. once he was sure that gross excuse of a person was going to stay down he turned to you.

his entire body language changed; his arms turning from tense limbs into a welcoming place to rest in, his chest forming into a warm pillow to fall into, his eyes from a slaughtering rage into a kind and sympathetic expression. your tears were already flowing as you sank into his embrace. he engulfed you completely, shielding you from everything and anyone, soothing the intense fear and horror you just experienced.

"you're okay now, baby. i got you, i got you."

his tone was smooth like honey, the words pulling you further in his secure clutch. the screaming must've attracted a few people, because before you knew it your hug was interrupted by him gently loosening his grasp and lowering his voice.

"we should get home, we don't want this hellhole to become a exhibition. here-"

he unwrapped his arms and pulled his grey hoodie over his head and handed the clothing article to you.

"wear this, baby."

you accepted his hoodie and threw it over your upper body. when you were finished sapnap grabbed your hand and guided you out the alleyway and turning a corner. his car was parked a little further.

"i wanted to give you a nice ride through the outer city, but i think you'd rather be home, am i right?"

you nodded. your face was stung by the wet streaks on your face with the cooling air hitting your features. you eventually reached the car, sapnap sitting down into the driver's position and you plopping down onto the passenger seat.

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the soft revving of the car's engine made for a nice background noise as you drove over to sapnap's house. you reached the destination quicker than expected. time didn't feel like it was passing at this point.

your legs refused to move, even when sapnap opened the door for you. sapnap, understanding the situation, picked you up bridal-style and carried you and your bag out the vehicle.

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your body was weak, both from the late hours of the night and your vivid memory of what happened about half an hour ago. the mattress sank next to you as you snuggled further under the covers. sapnap radiated warmth, making you move your body towards him and latching onto him like a koala.

"rest, angel. we'll talk about it in the morning."

his voice reverberated in his chest, the vibrations bringing you comfort. his hand found a good spot on the top of your head, lightly pushing it into him.

"good night, (y/n)."

you hummed as a response before passing out. sapnapchuckled at your cute resting face.

"sleep well, baby. you deserve it."

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how would you hc the bakusquad‘s relationship with tickling? think they‘d have tickle fights? :'D (i love this thing by happyandticklish where kiri tickles any of the squad who Need To Calm Down Right Now) do you have a favorite tickle technqiue (as lee and/or ler)?

ofc!! ur fics are my fave i cant not <3 here i’m gonna tag u since ur on anon LMAO @impulsively-made-tickle-blog

alright SO i went overboard with this request bc i just really wanted to write abt bakusquad tickles and this gave me the PERFECT excuse, so this is basically my hc for the first time they ever had a tickle fight!!

and before i get into the bakusquad thing, i do have my personal fav tickle methods >:) (my mood has drastically switched to ler after writing this so that’s where im at with this method LMAOO) i would love to have a lee with their arms over their head, bound or not, and just. hover. my fingers over their torso. i love good old fashioned anticipation, it really gets the nerves goin LMAOO so just any kind of tickling that involves teasing and anticipation is 100% my favorite, hands down.

okay SO back to the squad :)

when they first became a Friend Group TM, tickling was not yet apart of their relationship

the first time it was introduced into the group was during a hangout where sero and denki were playing video games while the others were with them doing their own stuff

but denki is a little fuckin cheater when it comes to games, and sero is not someone who’s just gonna let that slide without consequence

so without hesitation sero just pushes denki down onto his back (since they were sitting on the floor anyways) and just digs into his ribs like there’s no tomorrow

denki is a LOUD squealer and cackler, and quite the kicker, so this immediately caught the attention of everybody else in the room (which was just the squad but still)

“SEROHOHO!! ahahaaAHAAHAAAA NOHOHO!! NO TIHIHICKLES!! BAD SEROHOHO!! BAHAHAD!!”

kirishima was SO excited pls, this boy has been WAITING for tickling to finally make its way to their group, cause i personally hc that he’s very nervous abt making others upset with tickling so he Has to make sure they like it or are at least okay with it before he can tickle someone

he starts shoving at bakugou excitedly, who’s just looking down at the cackling mess that used to be kaminari with a fake annoyed look on his face, but eventually kiri just cant take it anymore and has to join in by launching himself over there and lifting denki up to a sitting position, locking his arms under his so he can’t fight sero back

at that point, mina really wanted to get involved somehow, it just looked like sm fun!! but sero and kiri already had denki, and she didn’t wanna overdo it…..

….and then she saw bakugou…sitting there…now alone

was he going to kill her? yes. definitely. absolutely.

but god was it gonna be worth it to just hear him fucking laugh for once

but she’s gotta be subtle. she’s gotta plan this out…

…

..fuck it shes too impatient

mina hops over excitedly and plops herself right down next to bakugou, grinning at him like last nights supper, and bakugou…

…bakugou feels himself get…nervous

it’s only for a second. but he felt it, and goddamnit if he’s gonna let some extra who is definitely not his fucking friend make him feel like that again

“don’t fucking try it, pinky! i’ll blow your ass all the way to timbuktu and back!”

she thinks for a moment.

then she giggles.

then she strikes

mina moves fast and rough, like one would in a fight because it’s bakugou and she has to, and she was able to get in three good squeezes to his sides when she heard him wheeze

he wheezed!!

she revelled in her accomplishment…but her victory didn’t last long

bakugou pushed her off him immediately, her back landing on the other end of the couch with a surprised gasp, quickly crawling over her and immediately digging his fingers into the sides of her belly

mina SCREAMS, like she’s trying to fight back the laughs with pure loud unadulterated sound, before his hands move down maybe three inches lower to her hips and she just crumbles into a fit of wild laughs and squeals

“thought you could get the upper hand on me, huh, dumbass?! think again!!” bakugou sneers, his heart racing because oh shit she got really fucking close to making me laugh for a second. “i’m not even ticklish, but it sure looks like one of us is”

mina is screaming through her cackles, and at this point the three boys on the floor had already stopped their tickle fest to watch them because holy shit. bakugou is tickling mina right now.

bakugou katsuki is in a tickle fight

and he’s winning. of course he’s winning. he’s fucking bakugou, he wins at EVERYTHING

but then they hear a tiny bit of coherency through the screams and cackles of mina ashido, and it changes fucking everything

“h-HEHEHEE!! H-HE’S LYIHIHING! AHAAHA STAHAAP NAHAAAA!! HE’S TIHIHICKLIHIHSH!! HEHELP M-MEEHEHE AHAHAAHA-!!”

bakugou doesn’t stop tickling, he cant, his whole fucking life is at stake here!! or- well- at least his dignity, but that costs about the same as a human life in his books

but sero kiri and denki are all overcome with the most powerful feeling they’d ever felt

they’re gonna take bakugou down. together.

they jump up and rush to bakugous sides, all internally trying to decide how to go about it first, before kirishima just gets impatient and shoves his fingers up into bakugous exposed armpits, thanks to him tickling mina

bakugou practically barks, lurching forward trying to shove his arms down to his sides as he starts squirming and twisting to get those fucking hands out of there damnit!!!

he tried to stay stable, he tried so hard to be strong, but..

..but jesus fuck it tickled so much

sero and denki grin at each other when they realize mina was right, he’s fucking ticklish, and sero latches a hand onto bakugous side to pinch and squeeze, while denki shoves all his fingers right into bakugous neck, making the blonde screech and scrunch up

bakugou was down in seconds

pinned on his back against the couch, squirming and writhing and cackling despite himself

he couldn’t help it!! there were fingers EVERYWHERE, poking and prodding and squeezing and scribbling god the scribbling was going to make him fucking combust

not the mention that they were all TALKING. no. no, not just talking.

they were teasing him

“awww, looks like we’ve got a little liar on our hands, huh guys?” mina coos, scribbling those EVIL nails against his bare foot, her whole body weight against his shins so he couldn’t even kick out and stop her

“dude, you’re so ticklish!! you should’ve told us before, it’s so manly!” kirishima beams, his praise turning bakugous cheeks and ears a deep shade of red

“oh cmon, kiri, you know kacchans ego is way too big to admit he’s weak to a little tickling,” denki used a baby voice when he said that stupid fucking word and bakugou thought he was going to die

“n-nohoho!! i-it’s- ahaHAHAA GAHAHA NOHOHO!! I’M N-NOHOHOT!! STAHAHAPP!!” he knew he sounded like an idiot, he was fucking incoherent for christs sake, but he had to try to defend himself

“dude, seriously, did you not expect us to tickle you when you got mina? that’s like, the main rule of a tickle fight; you tickle someone, and you’re gonna get tickled, man,” sero chuckled, his fingers wiggling into bakugous ribs, making the blonde throw his head back with a guffaw

“you know that means i’ve totally gotta get you back, right?” denki side-eyes sero with a grin, his fingers now scribbling against the shell of bakugous pink ears

“yeah yeah, in due time. right now, we’re on a mission,” sero could feel his heart pick up at the threat, butterflies being born in the pit of his tummy just at the thought of being in bakugous position

“heck yeah we are!! mission title: make bakugou snort!” kirishima laughed as his finger spidered over bakugous bouncing belly

“n-nohohoho!! ahahaa gohohod-!! i ca-ahAHAaha-!! i c-cahahan’t!! nohohoho!”

“you cant? cant what, blasty? cant snort, or cant take the tickling?” mina smiled, basically just playing with his toes at this point because he very clearly couldn’t stand it and it was just too cute not to watch

“kk-kahAHAHA!! i dohon’t knohahaha-!! it tihihickles!! f-fuhuhuck y-yOHOHOO g-guhuhuys!!” bakugou was flushed all the way down to his chest in embarrassment and fluster, the noises he was making only adding to his torment now that his friends were openly laughing at the sounds

kirishima chuckled, giving him one good vibrating claw into his belly to make him howl in laughter, before backing off

everyone else backed off with him, smiles etched into their faces as they watched bakugou curl into himself, giggling as he caught his breath and protected his poor belly and sides with his arms

denki giggled, patting him on the shoulder and only giggling harder at the fact that it made him flinch

“aww, poor kacchan. did the tickle monster getcha, buddy?” denki teased, now feeling zero fear when he heard the boy growl under him

“cmon, cutie, you’ve gotta get up now! me, you, denki, and kiri have to tickle the snot out of sero before he gets away!” mina poked him in the side, smiling when he jumped with a giggly whine

once bakugou recovered, both sero and kirishima were properly tickled like the rest of them had been, because fair is fair <3

sero is quite the begger when he’s being tickled, constantly bargaining and pleading for them to either stop or move to another spot

“pleheheasee!! ahaaha- shihihit! ahahanything!! i-i’ll- ahahaa- i’ll gihihive y-you ahahny-THIHIHAHA!! nahahaa-!!”

and when they were tickling kiri, they found out pretty quickly that he is far more sensitive to gentle tickles than rough squeezy ones

so they pretty much murdered him with soft tickles, their nails scribbling all over his body in a way that had his voice screechy and pitchy and downright fucking adorable

“EHEHEEeheheee!! gaahahaha nohoho!! it tihihickles!! guhuhuyss-!! ohoho gohohod-!!”

so YEAH that was longer than i intended it to be but that’s pretty much how i think their first tickle fight went :) and trust me after this it was basically daily tickles from there on out, SOMEONE in the group is gonna get tickled at any given point

[tteokdoroki]

broken beauty | k.bakugou

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 2.1K

⇝ rating: for everyone.

⇝ genre: pro hero!au, model!au, angst.

⇝ summary: katsuki bakugou had never given you a reason to feel insecure, but when the distance between your worlds finally dawns on you, you feel yourself begin to break.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! heavy angst, no happy ending, mentions of insecurity, self doubt, emotional distress and bakugou cursing again.

⇝ author’s note(s): hello everyone, i hope you’re all doing well and keeping safe during this time, this one-shot is a request from @yourlocalbabybird​​​ !!! i hope the angst is heavy enough for you heh, i tried my best so i hope you enjoy. thank you for all the love on my blog. also i tried a new banner style which i like a lot :(

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bakugou had never given you a reason to feel insecure.

through your entire relationship, all you’d ever received from him was love— while it might not have been through grandest if gestures and shouting it from the rooftops, he showed you through lingering touches, soft kisses— dates on the rooftop and under the sunrise with hazy eyes and linked fingers. you were his world and he was yours, no relationship you’d ever had, felt as tight and secure as the one yourself and katsuki shared.

but that didn’t mean, you didn’t feel insecure by your own accord.

‘it’s just a modelling gig, nothing more, nothing less.’ is what you have to remind yourself while you sit behind the scenes on the set of bakugou’s latest shoot. your boyfriend is not a model per say, but fashion designers love a pro hero with good looks and a popular rank amongst the people; not only does it boost their brand but it’s often a good PR move on behalf of the heroes. a win win situation for all, including your boyfriend. bakugou is hot, you know that, he knows it and god so does the rest of japan— so it’s only natural that the top brands would want him splayed out on the cover of next month’s vogue magazine.

you’re proud of him, really, with your boyfriend right on track to become the next number two— you’re happy that he’s got the chance to experience an opportunity like this...but you can’t help but watch with burning eyes and a strained heart as he poses for the camera with her. ochako uraraka is no more of a model than your precious katsuki; but she is also sweet,  gorgeous and a pro hero like himself. and unlike you, they had known each other since high school, being on the same hero course and all— but being a hero wasn’t an option for you, growing up quirkless you had forced you to choose a quieter route in life and whereby you opened up your own little cafe, so it was by chance that you’d even met your boyfriend.

everything was by chance. meeting bakugou, falling for bakugou, loving bakugou. but the world would never know of you, having a quirkless girlfriend could severely damage your lover’s reputation and rank on the charts— so of course, ochako would have been the next best choice to replace you by his side on the cover.

at the time, when plans for the shoot had first been revealed, you had been okay with it. bakugou had made sure of that, he would never do anything you weren’t comfortable with or that exceeded the bounds of your relationship, and the fairytale theme certainly didn’t bother you back then. but now; upon seeing the shirtless dragon king and barley clothed princess set up they had going for the two, you fee bile rise up in your throat and uncomfortable churning in your stomach— a sense of jealousy directing itself at the girl who had her hands all over your boyfriend, merely for the purpose of a photoshoot.

you hate the way they look at each other, as if they belong together— ‘it’s just acting.’ you tell yourself as bakugou lifts the brunette into his arms behind the camera, her dainty fingers splayed out against the caramel of his chest and the look in her eyes writes words of love. you shouldn’t be mad, upset or angry. it’s just his job, but you can’t help but feel that maybe bakugou would be better off with her instead of you.

ochako and bakugou, yn and bakugou. your mind had made itself up, it knew which one sounded better—the one where you weren’t included. the two would make sense together, both stunning pro heroes on the way to becoming the top, while you were just an ordinary girl with an ordinary life. clutching at your chest, you give bakugou a weak smile while he waves to you between pictures, blinking away tears you didn’t realise had formed.

“okay,” the shoot director claps, fixing the cape drapes neatly across the blonde’s shoulders. “i want you guys to look at each other; like you’re about to kiss— can you do that? and it’ll be the last shot for the day.”

your heartbeat stops in its tracks while blood rushes through your ears, the sound tuning everything out but that of katsuki’s voice. “i think we can do that.” is all you manage to make out before you jump to your feet and make a dash for the bathroom. you can no longer take being in a room with them both, the insecurities in your mind eating you alive.

you don’t bother to look back when you hear bakugou call your name, you don’t think you can handle seeing them together for a moment more.

“yn, baby...are you in here?”

chewing on your bottom lip, you do your best not to make a sound as the door to the bathrooms slams open so hard it almost hits the next wall. you knew it’d only be a matter of time before bakugou started searching for you, but then again you’d only been hidden away in the toilet cubicle for about fifteen minutes.

without a response, katsuki starts to check each cubicle next— growing more and more desperate by the second. you know he hates seeing you sad, it lifts your heart, only just, to know that the cares but the way you feel can’t be helped and couldn’t be for the longest time. you paw at your cheeks where tears have seared a pathway down them, trying to cover up any evidence of your emotions as your boyfriend approaches your cubicle.

the explosive blonde stops right outside of yours, his boots appearing in your view just underneath the door. “yn, i know you’re in there,” he mumbles simply after attempting to push open the door, voice so quiet you would have missed him if you weren’t hyper aware of his presence. it’s locked, of course. “come out and let’s talk, yeah?” 

“can’t,” you whisper, moving to hug your knees whilst sitting on the toilet seat, as if that’s going to hide you away from the world.

“baby is this about the last shot? i swear i wasn’t thinking about what the director said— just wanted to get us home, you’ve been waiting for me all fuckin’ day...”

you hear bakugou sigh and lean against the door, an attempt to gather his feelings and words before talking again. you hate that you’re so insecure, at no fault of bakugou’s but simply because of your nature— you hate that the way you think could cause such a rift between yourself and the man you love. that’s why you had to do this.

but your lips move before your mind can catch up, whispering the questions that plague your thoughts and make you feel sick to the stomach. “would you have done it? kissed ochako for the shoot if i hadn’t been there?” the raging green of jealousy and fear swirl in the depths of your head, practically swallowing you whole throughout katsuki’s silence. was she prettier than you? did he like her too?

“fuck no... baby, god no—where is all of this coming from?”

you ignore his question and answer with another. “then, are you attracted to her?”

“not in the way that i am to you, yn there’s no one fucking else for me except for you. shit. will you tell me what’s going on now? let me in.” katsuki practically begs through the closed door, you can tell he’s leaning against it from how close he sounds. deep down, you know that everything you say hurts the blonde just as much as it hurts you— you don’t want him to be in pain alone and yet you’re not quite ready to face him. so instead, you slip to the floor and hold your hand out from underneath the door, waiting for your lover to take it. it’s not long before your palm is engulfed by a familiar hold and sense of warmth, and you almost smile at how quickly the pro is to grab your hand. “please come out, honey bear. tell me what you’re feeling. is it ‘cause of the shoot?”

you shake your head once before realising he can’t see you and squeeze his hand instead— milking the silence for a moment more, in order to think. to think about how you’re going to tell your charming,  wonderful, amazing boyfriend that you can’t be his girlfriend anymore. that you’re from two separate worlds, in which his beats you down and makes you feel so insecure that you can’t stand back up without his help. how do you tell him without blaming him? how do you try without hurting him? “it wasn’t the shoot, katsu...” you start, that your voice trembles from the get go. it was never about the shoot. “katsu... you know i love you right?”

“of course, i love you too.” i hope you do.

“then, please understand...” i’m sorry.

“understand what, yn?” that i can’t stay.

“please understand why i can’t be with you anymore.” you breathe, leaning back against the cubicle wall as the sob that’s been building up in your chest finally breaks free.

for a second, you think bakugou will yank his hand away, tell you that he’s relieved and leave you there heart broken but to your surprise; he grabs onto you tighter— pressing himself against the cubicle even more as if he could phase right through and pull you into his arms. “you want to leave me—?” the explosive hero asks more so to himself than to you and you hate to imagine the pained confusion that now sits heavily in his vermillion eyes. “yn, please wait—“

“katsuki,” you cut him off with a heavy sigh and watery eyes, every fibre in your being is telling you not to do this— but for the sake of both you and your lover, you really have no choice. you need to get better, you want to start feeling good about yourself again but to do that you need to let go of him and your relationship so you have room to grow. “baby, i just want you to know that you’ve never done anything to make me insecure about this relationship or about myself; but when it does happen— when i do get insecure...i feel myself begining to break...” you turn your head to press it against the door; feeling bakugou’s warmth radiate through it. “we’re from two different worlds, katsu; and i simply don’t have a place in yours... you’re a pro hero and i’m the quirkless bland girlfriend who can’t be seen with you because of who you are—“

this time, the blonde interjects— slamming his fist against the door so hard that it makes you jump. “then...then fuckin’ be seen with me, i don’t give a crap about what my publicist says. not when you feel like that about yourself,” you see bakugou’s resolve crumbing even when you physically can’t. you don’t know what hurts more. “i need you here, with me, please—“

another squeeze to your hand, another silent plea. “katsuki, i’m so tired of looking down on myself too, i don’t want to feel bad because of the worlds we’re in and who we are but...” you falter as you hear you boyfriend finally crack through the shaky breaths he exhales on the other side. “but, i need to get better, for me, for both of us...i have to let us go.”

silence crackles through the air in the bathroom, heavy with pain unlike the usual comfortable ones you share together— where nothing else matters on the world aside from the love you have together. prying your hand from bakugou’s death grip, you stand up to wipe at your tears stained cheeks and sore eyes before unlocking the door to your cubicle. the blonde sits on the floor opposite you, still in the outfit the stylists had spent ages dressing him in hours before. only this time he’s there with a dark storm cloud sitting heavily over his precious heart.

vermillion eyes find yours, tired and broken beyond belief and you figure that you probably look the same. but still, bakugou smiles and opens his arms out for to ease your way into. “you’ll come back to me, right?” he almost whimpers when you finally relax into his chest, clinging onto his arms as if he’ll disappear. you know he understands, he doesn’t want to see you suffer anymore.

“i always will.”

you don’t know how long you spend holding each other from that moment on, in a quietness that speaks volumes of goodbyes and i love yous. all you know, is that your heart will always belong to katsuki bakugou long after this day; a broken beauty and all.

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Small Town Secrets

Warnings: noncon/rape, mentions of cheating, fuck machine, oral, blackmail, no edit.

This is dark!Lee Bodecker and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The sheriff knows your secret and wants to share it.

Based on these drabble requests:

Lee Bodecker + “I’ve done so much for you, don’t you think you owe me?” + Blackmail + (I hope you can do this) I would like to consider this as a form of continuation of the story that you uploaded a while ago, it does not have to be this way if you do not feel comfortable. Lee continues to blackmail the waitress, when he is in the restaurant talking to her, he sees how her husband arrives to spend time with her and he gets jealous, so when he goes to see her at night he decides to make her his forever so he gives her the gift of having his babies [Sorry I will not be continuing this fic in a drabble if I do a sequel but I am more than happy to write a drabble with your prompts)

Lee Bodecker + “I heard you last night. I hear you every night.” + fuck machine + As always I’m leaving it up to you @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​

Lee Bodecker + “You took the condom off?” + Blackmail + Lee forces himself on the reader one day and she tells him to at least put a condom and he never does and then that line comes on when he says something and she realizes he took it off and will impregnate her.

You poured another cup for the sheriff and took out your cloth to wipe away a clumsy dribble from the table. You tucked the rag back into your apron as Bodecker reached for the sugar bowl. 

“Anything else?” you asked. The diner was dead, it was almost midnight as the sheriff came off duty.

“How about you sit?” he looked around, “isn’t very busy and you don’t need to be prancing around on my behalf.

“I really shouldn’t--”

“Oh come on, Jethro’s home sleepin’, he won’t know you been sittin’ on the clock,” he coaxed, “and ‘sides, I’d say I outrank him.”

You looked at him and hesitated. You put your hand on the corner of the table and slid onto the seat opposite him. You set down the carafe lightly. He stirred his coffee and watched the cream swirl and pale the brew. His lips twitched as his eyes flicked up.

“I heard you last night…” he said.

“What?” you chuckled.

“I heard you last night. I hear you every night,” his tongue poked out and he sat back smugly, “sneaking into Lawrence Hayes’ Chrysler, just outside the old hole down on Tulsa Avenue.”

You frowned. You gulped as your blood ran cold and you tried not to flinch.

“I don’t know what you mean, sheriff, and I should get back to my work,” you tried to stand and he caught your hand on the table top. He jerked your arm and you sat back down.

“You think Annie Hayes would be interested to know what you’re doin’ with her husband?” he arched a brow, “not hard to guess but considerin’ what I’ve heard, I can be assured my guess is correct.”

You stared at him. You ripped your wrist from his grasp and crossed your arms.

“Why are you bringing this up, then?” you hissed.

“How ‘bout you meet me down on Tulsa tonight,” he smirked, “don’t worry, I treat you better than Larry, I ain’t like fuckin’ in no back seat.”

You looked at the carafe. You glanced over at the kitchen then at the clock above the counter.

“I don’t get off till four a.m.,” you said.

“I can wait,” he gulped down and mouthful and watched you over the cup, “I already been waitin’.”

“Why are you doing this?” you asked.

“I’ve done so much for you, don’t you think you owe me?” he taunted.

“Done what?”

“Kept your secret. You really wanna be known as the town whore?” he tilted his head, “nah, we can keep that ‘tween you and me.”

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The sheriff drove in silence. The anticipation and the knowledge of his intent kept you quiet too. His wandering eyes found you in the mirror as he pulled up to a house outside your small town. The sheriff lived out in the fields among the farmhouse, almost at the very centre of his county.

His door closing jarred you from your dread. He opened yours and grabbed your arm. The gravel gritted under your thin soles as he swept his arm around your waist and ushered you up the porch steps. The leather of his jacket squeaked as he pulled back the screen door and pushed open the thicker one.

He nudged you ahead of him and took off his hat. He hung it on a hook by the door and bent to untie his boots.

“Do me a favour, honey,” he said, “you go up and get yourself ready for me. Last door to the right.”

“I…” your voice trailed off, “I don’t…”

“Get naked, relax,” he snipped as he stood and kicked off his boots, “I’ll bring you something ease your nerves.”

You looked away and turned slowly. You went to the stairs and paused as your hand rested on the bannister. He passed by the steps and continued down the lower hallway. You climbed heavily and followed his direction to the last room. You looked around at the flowered canopy and the patched quilt.

You remembered the sheriff’s wife died a few years back. Everyone heard about that, they said he was crueler since then. In that moment, you would agree with them.

You undressed a piece at a time and shivered. You thought of keeping your clothes on and escaping through the window but you’d only hurt yourself in the drop down. You wouldn’t far neither out in the fields.

You sat on the end of the bed, legs crossed and arms hugging your chest. The dawn began to brighten outside the panes and the morning nip made you shiver. Bodecker entered and set down a glass in the dim. He flipped on a lamp and looked you over. He brought you the dark wine in the tall pint glass.

“You drink that down while I get set up,” he said, “you gonna want to drink it all.”

You took it and watched him. He snapped his fingers at you as he went to the closet. You turned away and sipped the acrid wine. It made your nose wrinkle and your throat tighten. You heard a creak and but kept staring at the door, your escape taunting you. You could leave but that meant your reputation and possibly everything else.

You’d come this far, you thought. You knocked back a large mouthful and coughed. You finished the rest and your chest burned darkly. You got up to put the glass aside and shyly spun back to the sheriff as he came up to the side of the bed.

You gaped at the odd machine he wheeled closer. The big wooden box had an arm attached to it and rubber extension in the shape of a man’s member. You covered yourself again and shook your swimming head.

“Go on,” he pointed to the bed, “on your knees there, let me see your ass.” You blinked at the odd machine and he huffed, “you’re makin’ me real tired of repeating myself.”

You got closer and crawled up on the bed, all pretense of modesty gone as you turned and exposed yourself to him. Your arms shook as you turned your ass to face him and his large hand spread across your flesh. He slapped you and groaned as you heard the wheels. He pushed it so that the rubber poked your ass.

“Get on higher,” he grabbed your hip and repositioned you, “that’s it.”

The rubber tip poked at your cunt and he slid a finger between you and the toy. He felt around until he found your clit and stoked with two fingers until you quivered. You bit back your voice as the cool air and the wine mingled with your reluctant arousal.

“Alright,” he pulled back his hand and pushed the machine against you once more. He guided your hips and rolled the machine to the very edge of the bed until it stretched your walls. You squeaked as he sheathed the entire length inside of you. “Now hold still and keep your legs locked,” he tickled your thigh, “we’ll go slow.”

He flicked the switch and the toy moved back. It shot forward again, then back, the forward, a steady but easy motion as you grew wet around it. You looked over your shoulder and he slapped your ass again. You clenched around the toy and he pointed over your head.

“Eyes forward,” he said, “I’ll give you something to focus on.”

He fiddled with the machine until the arm moved faster, a mechanical whir bit through the air. You groaned as your body responded to the constant fucking. Bodecker came around and walked across the bed on his knees. He undid his fly and pulled himself out. He stroked his dick as he grabbed the back of your head.

“I bet you ain’t never had it from both ends,” he purred and pressed his tip to your lips, “don’t even know what it is to be filled up completely.”

He shoved himself into your mouth and you gagged around him. Your throat squeezed around him as he invaded it and he soon matched the pace of the machine. His hips bucked as he moans floated around you. You hummed helplessly as your breath grew laboured and your eyes watered.

Your body tensed as the machine made you cum. You whined and the sheriff caressed your scalp with his fingers as he slowed your head. He slid out of your mouth and watched the strings of spit hang from your lips. He winked and growled as he backed off the bed.

“That wine must make you feel so good,” he said, “makes it easy, don’t it?”

He went around you and stopped the machine. He pulled it out of you and you twitched. He wheeled it back and you pushed your legs together.

“Don’t you worry,” he went to the dresser and turned back with a square in his hand. He peeled open the condom and slid it onto his hard dick as he neared, “we don’t want an accident now.”

He went behind you and pushed your ass down until you were on your stomach. He climbed up and kneaded your ass and thighs before he straddled you completely. He forced his hand between your legs and angled his dick against your opening. He leaned on you heavily, his arm across your shoulder and thrust into you.

You lifted your ass you ached around him. He went even deeper, the wool of his pants and his linen shirt scratching your sweaty skin. He moved his hips evenly, his hot breath against the back of your head, panting hungrily as he fucked you.

“You like that?” he asked, “Tell me Hayes ever make you feel like this?”

You groaned and pushed your face into the quilt. Your fingers curled around the stitches and you arched your back. He pulled back, entirely out of you, and slammed back into his limit. He jerked your body entirely and you cried out. He repeated the motion over and over, each time he seemed to sink further than the last.

“Mmm, any man’d keep this a secret, huh?” he purred.

Your head lolled back and forth, you whined and drooled like an animal as he rutted into you. Your walls tightened around him and your thighs tingled with another orgasm. You barely smothered it against the blanket but he kept going.

“I’m gonna give you a nice little gift,” he snarled, “we’ll see if he still wants you after.”

He slammed into you and you spasmed. He puffed into your neck as his weight made your body ache. He came with a tortured groan and you felt a warmth seep into you. Your eyes snapped open and you turned your head.

You shoved your hand down under you as he pulled out and threw himself off of you. He fell onto his back as his cum dripped down your fingers.

 “You took the condom off?” you rolled over and sat up.

“Mmm, you like keepin’ secrets, don’t you?” he sneered, “that’ll be a tough one.”

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