#not a good look to shut us down immediately

[luv4jason]

I feel like boyfriend!jason would love watching you do your nightly routine, specifically when you go about your skincare.

He’ll lean on the doorway, broad arms crossed and bulging against his tee. His plump lips curl into a tiny smile as he watches your reflection in the mirror.

After cleansing, you apply your lengthy lineup of serums and toners. You didn’t use them every night, but every so often you’d go all out. Jason’s emerald eyes glint with a look of fascination. He adored seeing your natural, stripped-down self; a version of you not many people got to see. He felt special that he got to.

Jason may have been a bit obsessive with making sure you were taken care of. So he loved to see you taking some time to pamper yourself with your little skincare routine.

“You takin’ care of that pretty face, baby?” He pushes off the doorway and moves behind you. You feel his large hands slide up your arms to rest on your shoulders. Jason starts gently massaging, thumbs pressing into your muscles.

You sigh at the comforting sensation, and meet his gaze in the mirror. You can’t help but smile. “Mhm. You like watching?”

“You know I do. Love seeing you spending time on yourself..” He pecks a kiss to the top of your head. “Look at you, you’re glowing.” He trails kisses down your neck and you squirm in delight, his lips tickling your skin.

“Jason!” You squeal. He pulls back reluctantly, going back to watching you with a smile of content.

As you finish up your routine, a sudden idea pops into your head. You turn to face Jason with an excited grin.

“Can I use my skincare on you?”

Jason watches your eyes light up at the idea, and immediately he’s fucked. He can’t say no to you.

He laughs, “Why not.”

You’re then perched up on the counter, preparing your favorite hydrating serum and moisturizer for Jason. He stood in front of you, hands instinctively resting on your thighs as you lifted the dropper of the serum. Jason’s whole body relaxed, eyes fluttering shut, feeling you gently work the serum into his skin.

“Mm.. feels good, sweetheart.” He hums gently, opening his eyes for a second to look at you before closing them again.

Your fingers worked in circular motions as you went in with the moisturizer, being careful around any newer scars.

Jason’s heart swelled with emotion, skin tingling where you touched him so tenderly. Nobody ever went out of their way to care for him like you did. He felt he didn’t deserve you. You were too good—too sweet.

He was always so worried about making sure you were cared for, he sometimes neglected his own needs. But, you were always right there to remind him he deserved love and care too.

Under his closed lids, Jason felt his eyes water at the thought.

He knew right then—he was never letting you go.

[softspiderling]

illicit affairs - part three | r.c

summary:

“Are you crazy?” he asked, his voice suddenly all breathy. “I’m still worked up off of Monique last week. I will literally cum the second you put your mouth on me.”

“Don’t mention Moany while I have your dick in my hand.”

“Technically-”

Rafe broke off when you lifted your head, raising a brow at him.

“A’ight, precious, I didn’t say nothin’.”

OR; You and Rafe move in unfamiliar territory

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: SMUT! 18+ MDNI! p in v, oral sex (female receiving)

word count: 2,4k

author's note: uhm.... this is basically just porn. yeah. also can't believe that the first time i post rafe smut is part of this series lmaoooo. happy reading, i hope you love it <3

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pt. three: "a dwindling mercurial high"

Pulling away for a second, Rafe tugged his shirt off, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder, before his hands were already back on you, helping you out of your top and letting it drop on the floor. Even though you just lost an item of clothing, you still felt so hot, and it didn’t help that Rafe’s eyes immediately zeroed in on your chest. But before either of you could get carried too far away, you stopped, heaving breaths.

“Wait.”

“What?” Rafe asked, fingers playing with the straps of your bra, eager to take it off.

“We’re not having sex on the couch.”

He sat back, as if just realizing you were still in the living room. “Right, shit. Sorry.”

Before you could ask what he was sorry for, he looped his arm around your waist, easily picking you up and if you weren’t already wet, your panties would be drenched by now. Your legs hooked around his side, as if you had done it a million times before, clinging to him as he carried you upstairs into his bedroom. Without much ado, he tossed you on the bed, and you yelped, glaring at him.

“Is this how you treat all the girls?”

Rafe grinned at you, kneeing on the bed and tugging your shorts and panties down in one go, thumb stroking your inner thigh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make up for it,” he promised, and before you could say anything, his face was already between your legs, tongue delving between your folds.

“Fuuuuck.”

Your hands dove into his hair, nails scratching over his scalp as he ate you out, the pad of his thumb pressing onto your bundle of nerves like there was no tomorrow. God, you really missed this, missed some good oral sex, because for some reason, your exes either refused to go down on you or were terrible at it. But Rafe? Rafe was excellent. And you weren’t surprised.

Lips parted, to let out small, breathy moans, which turned into a groan when Rafe slowly pushed a finger into you.

“Shit, give a girl a warning,” you gasped out, your hips arching from the bed, but Rafe pushed it back down easily with one hand, grinning up at you.

“I did. Told you I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?” He asked, lazily pumping his finger in and out and if you weren’t rolling your eyes out of pleasure, you’d be rolling them out of annoyance. Beads of sweat were rolling down your temple as Rafe added a second finger, your toes curling as he added a third. It didn’t take long for you to feel the warm, familiar sensation of an orgasm building in your stomach and let out a soft moan, causing Rafe to look at you, eyebrow raised.

“I’m so close Rafe,” you whined, voice breathless.

“Yeah? Are you going to cum for me?”

“Just shut up and put your mouth to better use!” You huffed, pushing his head down towards your cunt. You could feel him chuckling against your skin, but he obeyed your orders anyways. He brought his mouth down, sucking on your clit, his fingers never stopped moving. You let out a gasp, feelings the knot uncoiling, so close.

“Yes, so close,” you moaned, hands dropping on the mattress, fingers curling around the bedsheets, your hips arching off the bed when your orgasm finally washed over you, Rafe’s name leaving your lips like a prayer.

“Fuck that was hot,” he muttered, licking his fingers clean like he just finished the meal of his life. You let your head fall back on the pillow, letting out a breath, your eyes fluttering close.

“Did I wear you out already?” Rafe asked, leaning up to place a rather soft kiss on your lips. You huffed, kissing him back before pulling away, peeking an eye open at him.

“Don’t ruin it by opening your mouth.”

The corner of Rafe’s mouth quirked up, and he pushed your sweaty hair out of your face. “Are you always this mean to guys you have sex with?” The way he looked at you made your cheeks heat up, despite the fact that he was just between your legs.

“No. Just you.”

Rafe opted against replying, only grinning, leaning up to reach behind your back to finally unclasp your bra, which you glad let fall off your shoulders. He didn’t waste any time to put his mouth on one of your tits, his hand on the other, kneading it gently, his fingers rolling your nipple, while his tongue laved around the other, until it turned into a stiff peak.

“I can’t believe it took you this long to show me your tits,” he said, leaving a wet trail of kisses on your chest. You let out a breathy moan, giving him a look.

“Why the fuck would I have shown you my tits?”

“Why not?”

You pushed him on the forehead gently, so he’d fall back on his back, a crease forming on his forehead, and you could tell he was not done playing with your tits, but this was your turn. Now it was you who was getting between his legs, pulling his shorts down, hand immediately palming his erection through his boxers. “Can I blow you?”

“Are you crazy?” he asked, his voice suddenly all breathy. “I’m still worked up off of Monique last week. I will literally cum the second you put your mouth on me.”

“Don’t mention Moany while I have your dick in my hand.”

“Technically-”

Rafe broke off when you lifted your head, raising a brow at him.

“A’ight, precious, I didn’t say nothin’.”

Slowly, you tugged his boxers off, not quite sure what to expect. Your jaw did drop when you saw his cock sprang free, bouncing off his abdomen.

“Shit.”

You didn’t have to look at Rafe to know he had a shit eating grin on his face, he was your best friend after all. You knew him like the backside of your hand.

“Do you have a condom?”

“In the top drawer, can’t miss it,” Rafe said and you leaned over the bed to open the drawer. “The XXL ones.”

“Oh my god, literally shut up,” you groaned, fishing a red foiled packet out of the drawer, shutting it close again. Settling back between his legs, you were about to open the foil, when you noticed the look on his face.

“What?”

Rafe only shrugged, running a hand through his hair and you gave him a look.

“Rafe, what?”

“You’re gonna yell at me.”

You followed his eyesight to the condom, before you realized what he didn’t want to say. “You want to do it without a condom?”

He shrugged again.

“Rafe, you have sex with like ten girls a week.”

“Are you slut shaming me right now, precious?” Rafe asked with a snort. “I never fuck anyone without a condom and you know I get tested regularly. And I trust you. You’re on the pill, right?”

You shifted on your knees, contemplating his suggestion. You usually had sex without condoms becuase you liked it better that way, but you were afraid that one less layer between you and Rafe would change even more between the two of you. And yes, you realized how stupid it sounded.

Rafe interpreted your silence as turning his suggestion down, wrapping his hand around your thigh. “’s fine. Let’s use a condom.”

“No, I’m good. I was just thinking,” you assured him, tossing the packaged condom on the drawer. “I trust you.”

“Are you sure?”

You tried to ignore how concerned Rafe was looking and you nodded, wrapping your hand around his cock.

“Yes.”

“Shit okay,” Rafe groaned, bucking his lips a little. You gave his cock a few good pumps, anticipation building in you, before you crawled over him until you were hovering just over the tip. Rafe’s hands found their place on your waist and you felt him squeezing you as you slowly lowered yourself on his cock, the both of you moaning out.

“Fuck.”

You gave yourself a second to adjust, mostly due to his sheer size, but also because you felt like you had to take a second. This was Rafe. Your best friend. For some reason, you thought this had to feel weird, but all you could think about was how right it felt.

“You good?” Rafe asked, his voice tight.

You exhaled, nodding, before started to move up and down on his cock, movement fluid from your slick and his precum, your hands leaning on his chest.

“Shit, precious.”

Your cheeks flamed, hearing the familiar nickname being used in such an unfamiliar setting with Rafe. Terrified that you were wearing your emotions on your face, you leaned further forward so he couldn’t see your face, while simultaneously giving yourself more space to move. Soon, the bedroom filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, coupled with both your and Rafe’s moans, as the two of you found your rhythm.

Rafe was right, the sex with him was amazing, because of the two of you just worked. He knew just the right moment to snap up his hips to hit the right spot as you rode him, knew how to guide your waist on his cock and when your hips started to stutter, Rafe didn’t hesitate to flip you over, laying you on your back.

“Hey, I wasn’t done,” you protested breathlessly, hair fanning around his pillow. Rafe scoffed, lining up his cock, sliding in, before he pounded into you, holding into the headboard as it kept banging against the wall. Gasping, your eyes rolled back, as Rafe kept fucking into you, your eyes fluttering open when you noticed him getting closer to you, his breath hot on your face as he panted.

“You were saying?”

“Shut up,” you moaned, pulling him down to kiss him, bringing his body closer, his movements never stopping. Slowly, you could feel another orgasm build up, your toes curling. It must have shown on your face, because Rafe pinched your nipple, his cock driving in and out of you.

“You close?”

Nodding, you let out a soft moan, arching your back a little, yearning for your orgasm, even though you had just cum not that long ago,

“M’too,” he groaned, his hips stuttering. He reached down, applying pressure in circular motions against your bud with his finger, keeping fucking into you.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you whined, nails digging into his shoulders, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck, Rafe!”

“Can I?” he breathed out, his face contorting, and you only nodded, muttering a soft yes, before he finished inside of you, and when you felt his warm come spurt into, you reached your peak, your breath stuttering out as you came, body arching off of the mattress, before you slumped back down, exhausted. Carefully, Rafe pulled out, flopping down on the bed next to you, catching his breath.

“Fuck,” he said, pushing his hair out of his face, glancing over to you. “Wait, let me grab a towel.”

You didn’t even have any energy to protest as Rafe got up to pad to the bathroom. Your eyes were shut as you recovered from your orgasm, before realization suddenly hit you.

You just had sex with Rafe.

Your best friend, Rafe.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, rubbing your hands all over your face. It wasn’t like you regretted it per se, you just wasn’t sure if this was the smartest move to do.

It didn’t take long for Rafe to return, having put on some boxers somewhere on the way to the bathroom. He knelt down on the bed, careful to wipe the cum off of you, and you winced when he brushed over your still sensitive cunt.

“Relax, I know what I’m doing,” he said, pressing a soft kiss on your inner thigh. And he wasn’t lying. His hands were gentle as they moved over your lower body, applying soft pressure with the wet cloth where it was needed to clean you off.

“Who knew you were so gentle with your sex partners,” you teased, leaning on your elbows to watch him. Rafe’s cheeks tinged pink and he tossed the dirty towel into the hamper after he was done.

“Shut up.”

He reached over to the side to hand you his shirt, and you pulled it over your head, glancing around, eyes squinted.

“Where did you toss my panties?”

“Uh…” Rafe looked around, before pausing, picking up your panties from the floor at the end of the bed. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” you snorted, putting your panties back on, before you got off the bed. Rafe watched with careful eyes, scratching his head.

“You’re seriously not still going home, are you precious?”

“Rafe,” you sighed, giving him a look. “I need to pee.”

“Right, sorry.”

You shook your head in amusement, before making your way to the bathroom, the nickname ringing in your head. As you did your business on the toilet - since you did not want to end up with an UTI - you wondered if you could get Rafe to stop calling you precious during sex. It just felt weird, like a permanent reminder that you were still just his best friend.

With the difference that you were having sex now, that is.

Flushing the toilet, you went to the sink, washing your hands and frowned at your reflection in the mirror, before calling out his name.

“Hey, can you maybe not call me precious while we’re fucking?”

He didn’t say anything and you weren’t sure if he fell asleep, so you tiptoed into the bedroom, pausing in the doorway when you saw him look at you with an odd look on his face, halfway tucked into bed.

“Why?”

You shrugged with your shoulders, feeling like he was staring you down, so you crawled under the blankets on the left side of the bed.

This? This felt like familiar territory. You had spent countless nights sleeping in the same bed as Rafe. But everything before that? Terribly unfamiliar.

“I don’t know, it’s weird.”

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Sure precious,” he said, leaning over to the nightstand to shut the light off, basking you in darkness.

“Whatever you want.”

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author's note: thoughts?

[giddyfatherchris]

At your mercy

pairing. han jisung x afab!reader

type. requested

warnings. suggestive, MDNI! we get to see more of dom han👀 and curse words

words. ~2k

a/n. thank you to my angel @solisyeah for this request i hope you’ll like it!! also, dom han lives rent free in my head:) and this fic is a continuation of han’s part in this text fic we made in collab

a/n2. the first time i wrote this it was kinda really frickin toxic and I'm sorry but I just couldn't. being in a dom relationship does NOT EQUAL that toxic behaviors are okay. boundaries are important people! and what can I say I'm a whore for ppl who respect them:) hope you enjoy xxx

You're so flushed when you head out of the lunch room that you want to crawl under the earth's crust, as opposed to your boyfriend walking out like he owns the world. He's cocky and particularly satisfied when he notices Seungmin trying to avoid at all cost to lock eyes with you or him. You try to get rid of the aura of sex surrounding you and decide to sit near Felix while Hannie gets back to the recording booth as if nothing happened. He gives you a cocky wink, but you quickly advert your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up with fire once more. You're determined to move on, so you focus on your friend to notice Felix really looks down in the dumps. "Hey, you okay?" you ask while nudging his shoulder. 

The blonde boy lets out a heavy sigh, "Not really. Management has been really tough on us these past few weeks. Our schedules keep multiplying, I'm tired and miss my family. I feel like I can't breathe." His eyes fill with tears, breaking your heart in two. Even if Felix is known for being easily moved, he isn't the type to start crying like this in the middle of a room. You gently stroke your hand down his back to comfort him. "Can I do anything to help? I'm so sorry you're going through this. You should have told me earlier instead of enduring this all alone." 

He quickly wipes his tears away before anyone notices and whispers. "Can I have a hug?"

You immediately wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer to your body. You won't pull away from this hug before he does. From the way he clings to you, you know he needs this. Suddenly, he pulls you on his lap to lay his head better in the crook of your neck. You don't mind the physical touch, Felix and the other boys had always been a touchy bunch, so you kept stroking his soft hair, shushing sweet nothings to console him. 

What you don't notice is your boyfriend's piercing death stare from across the recording booth as he stares at the way his member's head is lying on your skin, how tightly you hold him and how you are sitting on his goddamn lap. Felix and you are in a bubble of your own, lost in your little world when you hear a familiar ping from your phone. Without letting go, you reach out for your device, your eyes turning round as saucers as you notice the texts coming from your boyfriend. They keep popping up on the screen in a raging litany. They come so fast that you barely have the time to read them all.

One second you're hugging your friend the next a firm grip is roughly pulling you off his lap. You lift surprised eyes to see a fuming Jisung. His gaze is set on his junior with an aggressive spark. Everyone stares in silence at the scene, shocked to see such a demeanor coming from one of the most peaceful members.

"It's time for Y/n to go. They have things to do." 

You can barely mutter a confused 'what?' when he grabs your things, shoves them in your hands, gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, and pushes you out of the room. The door behind you closes in a slam, leaving you alone, feeling on your back the baffled gaze of the other boys through the glass.

"Ji, what the" you barely hear Bang Chan start, but he's quickly shut down by the boy's poisonous tone. You don't know what he said, but from the way Chan's mouth is hanging out open, it was not good. You watch your boyfriend head to the booth, put back on his headphones, and resume his verse like nothing happened for the second time today. 

You head home completely enraged with his behavior. You never minded his dominant side. In fact, you loved it, but today was too much. The first thing with Seungmin was hot, even if it had raised warning signs in your brain. The way he kept it going with Felix was something else. He crossed a limit you couldn't tolerate.

When he gets home hours later, he's back to being his cute usual self. He babbles about his day while you stare silently at him from your seat at the table.

After a while, he notices you haven't said a word since he got home. He finally turns to you with questions in his big eyes. "Is everything okay, sweetheart?"

You stare back with flames in yours. You're basically breathing fire. "I don't know Ji. Are you okay? I don't know what was up with you today, but I don't want you to do something like that ever again. There's a difference between being dominant and being an asshole. Felix is one of my best friends and one of yours too. He really wasn't feeling well. You know I would never ever leave or cheat on you. He just needed comfort. I will not allow you to throw me around like a rag doll and act like that towards me or your friends."

His soft expression vanishes with your words. Suddenly, he looks like he's burning from the inside too. "Their hands were all over you today." 

"Their?" you furrow your brows in question. "What are you even talking about?"

"First, Seungmin pushes you, bruises you, and then keeps touching you while he apologizes. Then Felix whines and brings you on his lap. I don't get why they think it's okay for them to touch you like that." His hands tighten in fists while you stare at him in disbelief.

"What happened with Seungmin was an accident, and he was just APOLOGIZING! Felix was sad and needed a hug. We've always been like this. I don't know what's your problem, but you better figure it out."

His gaze zeroes on you, and he's fuming at this point. "My problem is that you are mine. No one else gets to touch you like that. Only I get to leave marks on your body. Only I get to have you writhing on my lap. Only me. I don't get why you don't understand that. I don't get why you're being such a brat right now."

"That's not what this is about. You being dominant and possessive in our private life is something. Having you push me out of a room and throw fits because our friends touched me in a platonic way is another. I'm not some object you can control to your will. If I decide to hug my friend for 30 fucking minutes because he needs it, it's no one else's business. Especially not you. I've had my fair share of experiences with toxic pricks. I need to make sure this is not happening again." 

Pleasure and toxic conduct are two different things. You won't let him get away with this behavior. Even if the tension in the room, the look he keeps giving you, and the way his eyes burn make you want to let him do anything he wants with you, you won't avert your gaze. You have a point to make, and won't shy away from it. 

You start to get nervous when he stays silent, but the way the fire in his eyes slightly dims makes you breathe a little easier. He walks up to you, and you keep your chin up, not showing one inch of weakness. He stops unbearably close, he's not touching you but every inch of your skin feels on fire by his simple proximity. "Listen," he starts in an ushed voice. "I'm sorry about today. I didn't want to make you feel like I was trying to control you. I respect you, and I would never want to make you feel like that. I want you to know I also apologized to Felix and Chan for my attitude. I know it wasn't okay. You just have this way of making me go absolutely berserk." You let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding, relief flooding your blood. "I think I got a little too carried away. I love feeling like you are mine and only mine. And after our little... adventure in the lunchroom, I think my brain was a little fogged up." Your cheeks flush at the mention of what you did. Phantom sensations of his fingers inside of you make shivers run down your spine. "Still, it wasn't okay for me to act the way I did. I truly apologize." His eyes connect with yours, and you only see soft and caring love in his dark orbs, even a hint of shame for the behavior he displayed. 

You feel your fears vanish into nothingness, "I appreciate your apologies, and I'm glad you apologized to the boys. They didn't deserve this. I love what we have going together, but I needed to make clear that I won't tolerate being used or treated like an object." He shakes his head with a nod. You can see he is taking everything you're telling him very seriously. "And I want you to know that I agree. Nobody else should touch me the way you did in that lunchroom earlier," you add with a tempting smile. "I am yours and only yours. Heart, body, mind, and soul." Your breath comes out in small puffs as you look at his plush lips.

"You are?" His own gaze keeps traveling from your eyes to your lips with a dizzying hunger. 

"I am completely at your mercy."

Your eyes lock one last time before he tilts the chair up and it hits the wall with a small thud. His hands are caging you while his lips smash against yours. The kiss he gives you makes your head spin and your pulse accelerate. The way his tongue slips against your own makes you moan in seconds. As suddenly as it started, the kiss ended. You open hazy eyes, a question on your lips, but one of his hands softly wraps around your throat while his feverish gaze burns through your skull. 

"You're my little plaything, aren't you? Just one kiss and you're already panting so much sugar." His eyes are basically undressing you. You feel his hand slip up your thigh to the center of your desire. You're whimpering before his fingers even reach your clothed core. He presses three digits on it once, making you melt on the chair under you. You're waiting for more, you need more but he's not making any further motion. He's looking at you like a predator ready to pounce on his prey and you feel your insides burn like molten fire. You know what he's waiting for. You know what you both need to hear to break past this tension point. 

You lean so close to him you feel his breath fan over your lips, and you're only staring at them when you utter your next words. "I'm a little plaything who needs to be reminded who they belong to."

It's all your boyfriend needs to dive back like a tidal wave, unleashing all the tension accumulated. In a second, your clothes are torn off your body. Soon, your legs are up in the air, your hands gripping his soft curls, and all you can feel is his hot mouth attached to your core as he feeds on you like a starved man.

[pinkishpearls]

i love this shit

a jude bellingham blurb.

sub!jude x dom! reader / blowjob on a fucking boat (m!recieving) / overstimulation

the last photo what in the fucking tarnation … !!!

inspired by: @judeswhore

thank god you were both in the middle of the waves, as if you weren’t, bars would’ve been shoved in front of your face. your lips curl around jude, your head bobbing up and down like the boat as you both glide across the sea. “o-oooh shit!” he whines, his grip getting tighter on the strands of your hair. your head grows hot, but you didn’t plan on stopping; you loved this shit, seeing jude’s mouth never closing but his eyes never opening. his face was contorted in pleasure, and you were getting used to the ‘eyes rolled back to the skull and mouth wide open’ look. “oh baby…y/n- oh my!” his words were like praises to you; his lewd, soft whimpers being music to your ears.

“think y’can take another one f’me?” you unlatch yourself of him, his legs parting in relief. “i-i-“ he stammers; even though your were below him, he looked at you with doe eyes, his gaze soft and delicate on you. your nails dig into his inner thigh, grazing gently along his skin before your fingers ride up, touching his fucked out shaft. he jolts in his seat, his hips unintentionally brining his dick to rapidly glide along your hands; he holds back a moan, his eyes screwing shut in defeat. “just one- more. can’t-“ he breathes in, “can’t get enough, feels so good.”. his words drive you over the edge, your mouth almost immediately placing him back into your mouth. your suck and swirl around his tip, the pre-cum oozing out of him as it seeps down your throat.

“just- like…that.”

one more was not going to be enough.

[jakedoxxenvasion]

falling trap

PAIRING: brother's bestfriend jake! x female reader!

WARNING: MDNI! mention of used drug, jake being manipulative, unprotected sex, choking, somnophilia, rough sex, using pet name (love, princess and angel) and more

SUMMARY: jay being your overprotective brother lead his best friend, jake to spike your drink and has sex with you without jay knowing. (featuring sunghoon)

WORDS COUNT: 2.3k

"you're insane jake, what if jay find out about this?"jake look up from you who's laying on his bed, eyes barely open and he look up at sunghoon who's standing a few feet away from the two, you couldn't hear clearly what they talking about, your head become dizzy before you completely fall asleep beside jake.

jake smile, "he wouldn't know if you didn't tell him, sunghoon. i offer you one thing but you reject it then.."he shrug, "what else can i do?"he still have that smile, he adjust the blanket that cover your body, your bare shoulder still can be seen and sunghoon know that you're still naked under the blanket, same goes to jake.

he couldn't help but feel bad when you wake up later and find out about what happen but he couldn't care much about this because he don't want to get involve. "nah, i don't plan to take part.. you know how jay gonna kill you if he know that you spike his sister's drink and fuck her in unconscious state."sunghoon take a step back and he put both of his hands up but jake rolled his eyes.

"right, then you can shut your mouth and fuck off from here."jake snickers, he could see the way sunghoon give him that disgusting look. "if jay happen to find out about this, just know that it's not me who tell him cause i'm not even here today."it's a deal.. jake smile and nod his head before sunghoon turn on his back to left but he take a quick glance at you then he left the room, shutting the door close.

once sunghoon's out from his sight, jake smirk and look down at your sleeping state. you look so peaceful, so pretty, so innocent like you did no sin but watching you sleeping like this did something to him. jake groan softly, he kick away the blanket that cover his lower body, revealing his hard dick stick on his stomach, his red bloody tip begging to get tame.

but you're sleeping.. he slowly stroke his dick with his big hands, watching your body under that blanket so jake remove that blanket away from you to get himself a perfect view of your nicely curve and naked body. "f-fuck."he squeeze his dick at the sight of you, pumping the shaft and it's painfully hard now, but he couldn't wake you up to please him like a few moments ago.

a few moments ago where he let you ride his dick on this bed..

jake keep staring at your calm body, sleeping next to him, imagining that his hands is your tight gummy wall. he imagine the image of you bouncing on his dick getting faster and your moan filling up his room. the image of your tits bouncing as you go up and down his dick, your fucked out face trying to chase your own high and also make him feel good.

"oh fuck y/n- fuck yeah."he explode, cums dripping down on his hands as he milking it out to make himself completely empty yet he's still hard even after cumming at the thought of you. you softly whimper in your sleep, snuggle closer to him to chase warmness from jake because of the lack of clothes pieces on you but jake couldn't help but to still feel horny.

yes, he did fucked you earlier, make you cum not only once but thrice and he also cums twice (exclude the one that he just had). "hey y/n."he softly call your name, hoping that you would wake up and at least do something about his hard dick but you only whine and go back to sleep. "hey princess, wake up please. i need you now."you didn't budge at all from your sleep.

jake bite his bottom lips, he know that he can't be doing this but he just can't help it when he hold your body and turn it sideways. he even push off the blanket that cover your body, your naked body fully on display for him now, jake immediately grab a handful of your ass, kneading it softly and you whimper in your sleep but he didn't stop. "s-shit."he spit on his dick and use his free hand to stroke his dick.

spreading his own saliva on his thick shaft, adjusting your body to his liking as he hold your hip still before he push in his dick into your pussy slowly from behind you. your pussy is not dry but not that much wet to his liking but somehow his saliva help a little, "y/n-"your name escape his lips when he start thrusting into your tight hole, he heard your gasp when you open your eyes to whatever happen now.

"j-jake what are you doing? ah!"shock to find yourself in that kind of position, you wince in pain when jake keep on fucking your hole. "shhh love, just stay still and let me finish this."he cup your mouth from making loud noise, he's not afraid if you scream or whatever because he know that jay is not here to stop all this but he know you're shocked so he want to make you calm first, slowly he pampered you with kiss around your head.

your small whimper turn into moan as he pick up his pace and his thrust start to get more faster than before. "mhm j-jake! ah no- stop!"you manage to scream out, wanting to push him off from fucking you from behind but his strong grip on your body make it hard for you to move. "wait love, just a little more."he know well you start to feel good too, pain disappear and pleasure taking over you.

tears form at the corner of your eyes at how it feel too much for you, he's big inside of you and he's rough too. "j-jake hurt.. ah!"you're taken aback when he wrap his hand around your neck, pushing you onto the pillow as he grip getting tighter around your neck. "it's okay babe, it's okay. shh, you're gonna love this yeah?"now he's on top of you, missionary probably his favorite.

you grab hard onto his arms, he pounced into you hard and fast like you're gonna fly away if he ever stop. your loud moan echoing in his room, your fucked out face look so fucking pretty to him and making him couldn't stop fucking into you. you wet dripping pussy swallow his dick deep inside, your gummy wall hugging him tight, moans escape his lips each time he make a thrust at how good you make him feel.

you're a crying mess now, don't even know how you get yourself into this situation but you didn't push him away, he make you feel so good that it almost feel like a dream that you don't want to wake up from. "f-fuck y/n, you're so fucking perfect, so pretty."he groan, leaning down to your face and he give you kisses around your lips, cheeks, jawline, collarbone and down to your neck. "jake~"

fuck! his name slipping out from your lips, it's sound like it belong there, like his name is made for you to call out and only you. you're so pretty underneath him, so perfect that make him feels like ruining you more than he could do to you right now, right here. "yeah love? you love it?"you immediately nod like you've been cast under his spell, he cast a spell over you. "yeah? then let me feel your cum over me, hm? wanna make you feel so good and cum all over my cock."

your moans answer him, your wall clench around him tightly make he lose his mind over it and before he could even warn you, he cum. his thick loads painted your wall white, moaning in your ears, making those unholy noise only for you to hear when you milk him out. he didn't stop fucking into you, not until he make you cum and you know it too, he won't stop until you do. "i'm cumming hmm- ah fuck!"

your order is his duty to fulfilled when he's done pumping you full with his cum, he start to thrusting into you more faster, his fingers find it way over your clit. toying with it, making you squirm under his touch, biting your lower lips until you couldn't hold it anymore. a scream escape your lips when you shot your release around his dick, weakly wrapping your arms around his neck as you rode out your high. "good girl, you're so fucking perfect for me, love."he peck your forehead.

pulling his dick out from your pussy as he collapse on the empty space on the bed beside you. panting hard, he stare at your fucked out figure as he catch his own breath. he watch as your chest raise and fall as you breath, he chuckle looking at you being all pretty for him. the mixed of yours and his cums seeping out from your hole, make you look so hot and it's all for him to see. "j-jake."your shaky voice calling his name.

jake turn to look at your face, he cup one of your cheek, "what's wrong, angel?"he ask, already know the reason but he's still asking. "j-jay.. what if he find out about this?"he immediately shut you with a kiss on your lips, "shh love, he won't find out if you didn't open your mouth, right?"he looks like a menace when he smile like that, but you nod your head, still sobbing at thought of it, the thought of jay finding out about what you did with jake.

you know well.. you both know well what will happen if jay know about all this, he will throw a fit and might even stop being friend with jake if he need to. he's been warning all his friends about touching his one and only younger sister before this but jake is the only one who's bold enough to do this amongst his group of friends. "j-jake i'm scared."you whimper, he pull you into his embrace and pat your head softly, trying to calm you down.

"what actually happened? how do we end up like this, jake?"your sob is still there, asking that like a lost child but jake had to hide his smirk when he look down at your face. of course you're confused, you're lost at thought and don't even remember what had happened because he set you up into all this shit and will he ever tell you the truth? nah he won't. "shh love, it's a mistake, okay?"

he lie, he kiss your forehead like trying to calm you down, yet you're still confuse. "we were drunk, remember?"you nod your head, yes you remember coming to his apartment with sunghoon and heeseung earlier. jay decided not to join because he had to attend an emergency at his workplace.

you remember having fun, gaming with the boys, eating food that heeseung paid for and heeseung left, said he need to wake up early tomorrow. so it just you, sunghoon and jake who stay when jake decided to pull out a box of beers, the three of you play games and the loser need to drink the alcohol but after a few drinks, your memory just shut down and you couldn't remember anything after that.

"well.. after sunghoon left, you said you were too drunk to drive home so i let you stay at the guest room but after a while you came into my room crying.."he continue to spit his lie, making that pitiful face, you bite your lips to find out more of what actually happen. "you said it's hot, your body is burning hot."you see how jake fakely avoid eye contact with you, "you told me to undress you, i think you're too drunk and you don't even know what you're doing.. i'm so sorry y/n, i should've stop you knowing how drunk you are to asked me for it."

"asked you what, jake?"you asked immediately, hand trembling when you grab his arm. jake turn to look at your face, he cradle your cheeks, "we had sex before you completely passed out, y/n. i couldn't control myself, i thought after we had it once i could sleep but i really couldn't control myself seeing your naked beside me.."he dramatically said those, you buy his fake act and continue to cry, jay cannot know about all this is everything that you could think of right now.

"i'm sorry jake- i didn't know i could act that way while being drunk."he shake his head, "it's fine, love. but even so you need to know something.."you look at him, wanting him to finish his word. "i didn't regret anything at all, you're so pretty, so perfect in my eyes and i think i like you, y/n."he sudden confession make you gasp softly but you shake your head, "but jay wouldn't like it if he know."of course jay won't like it, he hate the thought of one of his friend dating his little sister.

jay know all of his friends behavior so well that he don't want any of them to date you. "but i like you y/n, we can date in secret? jay don't need to know about this but i promise you, i will try to convince him about us."he hold both of your hand. you think about it for awhile, you're not gonna lie if you say you never thought about jake that way before but you know you couldn't afford him so you shrug off your thoughts most of time.

you slowly nod your head, "y-you promise?"jake smile spread on his lips, "i promise, i will make him belief me and give us permission to date, you trust me right?"of course you nod your head to him, you choose to belief him even when he lie about fucking you earlier, you still think he's telling you the truth. but jake is not lying when he tell you he like you.. been liking you for awhile already but jay always told him off.

when he joke about wanting to date you at your older brother, he always got a small punch on his shoulder by jay. but now, with this way he know he can get you for himself and he did.

"so, wanna be my girlfriend?"

just like that.. you fall into his love trap, thinking it's a pure love but jake nasty little trick did everything. you don't need to know whatever shit he put into your drink, sunghoon just happened to saw it but they had a deal. "yes, jake."jake smirk when he kiss your lips, one goal down, one more to go.. and that is jay.

[ribbonprincess]

hi love, please ignore if you don’t like this request! After seeing drew and Liliana I was thinking about nanny/ babysitter x drew in Charleston. I would prefer smut but ignore if your not comfortable with it 💕

note: this has been sitting in my inbox for sooo long,I'm so sorry I just couldn't find inspo for it. Also got lost in it and made it super long. Reader has a tongue piercing

🪐࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

you're sitting with Drew on the patio outside the house,his sister Mackeyla went out with her husband for the day, so she left Liliana with you and Drew. You met through mutual friends that you both don't talk to anymore and since you like babies she asks to babysit Lili sometimes; so now you find yourself next to her brother who you may have a crush on.

"Keyla didn't tell me you were over today ya know, thought it was gonna be only me and Lili" "yeah...I thought the same actually" you chuckle,looking over at him as you eye each other with a knowing smile "she set us up!" It comes out at the same moment making you both laugh as the realization hits "I can't believe her" you shake your head at the thought,using your palm as a headrest. "well,guess we should make the most out of it then" Drew says, eyeing your sundress clad body,it was nothing crazy since you were looking after a 8 months old baby but it had incredibly hot in South Carolina so it was the best option if you didn't want to melt.

"Like what?" your eyebrows are furrowed as you smile softly at him "don't know...I would love getting to know you better,Keyla has said great things about you" "oh- did she? I hope so.." His body is slowly shifting closer to you,making the two-seater swing move slightly. "I like your perfume" he says,running a fingertip over the skin of your forearm "thank you" your answer comes out way breathier than you intend to but the feeling of his touch is way too affecting. His hand is slowly moving over your face,running over your shoulder and the curve of your neck where he stops for a second before he cups your cheek with a gentle smile.

"mind if I kiss you?" he whispers,already leaning in as you nod. His lips find yours as you lay a hand over his chest and the other on his shoulder "you taste like Cherries" he mumbles, grabbing your waist to manoeuvre you on his lap "I like it." Your hands are running all over his figure,over his buzzed head and then back down his biceps before they settle on holding on his neck. "I would love- to take you out on a date before this" he's pulling away from your mouth, making you almost whine before you're immediately shut by his lips finding their way over your neck "but I think I might go crazy if I don't feel you Immediately." His words are making you grin from ear to ear as they travel right down your core.

A pair of rough hands set the moves of your hips over the bulge in his jeans,making you moan as the material rubs just right against your cotton clad pussy. "gotta be quiet doll, we're outside and Lili is sleeping -she could wake up any moment" "shit,yeah yeah...I'll be quiet" you reply,knowing damn well it won't happen. One of Drew's hands moves southwards,running over your thigh before disappearing under your skirt immediately finding your mound. His index finger runs over the wet patch of your underwear before rubbing slow but firm circles over your clit "can I take these off, gorgeous?" His voice is soft,making you melt even more against his chest "hmhm.." "I need words,love" "yeah, please" He quickly presses a kiss to your temple muttering a "good girl" under his breath as he pushes your panties down your legs before pocketing them "gotta keep these for memory."

His words make you almost roll your eyes,but before you can even think about it one of his fingers is passing through your walls "there you go...'s fucking warm,hm" the way he's groaning against your collarbone makes you think he's the one getting pleasured. He quickly pushes another finger in finding a steady rhythm as they curl nicely against that sweet spongy spot. "god,you look gorgeous" He quickly undoes the bows holding the straps of your dress, revealing your chest to him "won't you look at these,fucking beautiful" he mumbles,wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples as his fingers continue to move in and out of you deliciously.

"fuck-" your voice is muffled,biting into his neck probably leaving an imprint behind as he adds another finger in making you clench around him as you feel yourself getting closer. "you're making such sweet noises,princess. You're getting there hm? You can let go,I'm right here" His lips move away from your breasts, trailing over your neck before they slot themselves back on yours "you're doing so good,just need you to cum for me sweet girl" His words are sending you down a spiral as you grind into his palm,his thumb rubbing circles over the tiny bundle of nerves as your moans start get more louder "cumming" your body shake over him for a long second before you fall completely still over him "good girl...feel much better huh,gonna clean me up?" he smirks, rubbing his sticky fingers over your bottom lip.

Your tongue rolls out to wrap around the digits,tasting yourself as you clean him off "fuck- what's that? you got a piercing I don't know about?" he raises an eyebrow once he pulls his fingers out of your mouth "well,shit...you gonna show me what you can do with it-" Your figure is already moving off the swing and between his legs before a loud cry from inside reminds you of the baby "well,guess that's gotta wait" you smile,standing up on shaky legs as you enter the house,feeling Drew's eyes bore into your skill.

[cailins-posts]

Quinn Hughes and the Love of His Life

Quinn hughes x reader

The Vancouver Canucks locker room was always a hub of activity. Players joked, teased, and bonded as they prepared for practice. Among them was Quinn Hughes, the team's star defenseman. But today, as usual, Quinn's attention wasn't entirely on the game. His thoughts often wandered to his girlfriend, Y/N, who had captured his heart in a way nothing else ever had.

Quinn's teammates noticed this shift in his demeanor. Brock Boeser, his best friend and constant tormentor, was the first to call him out. "Hey, Hughesy, you daydreaming about Y/N again?" Brock teased, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Quinn blushed, shaking his head but unable to hide his smile. "Shut up, Boes," he mumbled, his ears turning red.

Elias Pettersson joined in, leaning against his locker. "Yeah, Quinn, you're turning into a real softie. We used to think you were tough."

The locker room erupted in laughter, and Quinn couldn't help but chuckle too. His teammates' teasing was all in good fun, and he knew they were happy for him. Y/N had brought a new light into his life, and everyone could see it.

Quinn's thoughts drifted back to the first time he met Y/N. It was at a charity event for the Canucks, and she was there as a volunteer. Her smile caught his attention from across the room, and he spent the entire evening trying to muster the courage to talk to her. When he finally did, they hit it off immediately. Her warmth, intelligence, and kindness were magnetic, and he was hooked.

Since then, they'd been inseparable. Y/N often attended games, cheering him on from the stands. She quickly became a favorite among his teammates, not just because of how she supported Quinn, but because of her genuine nature and the way she fit seamlessly into their hockey family.

One day, after a grueling practice, Quinn decided to bring Y/N to the rink. He wanted her to see him in his element and meet the team officially. As they walked in hand in hand, the teasing began almost immediately.

"Look, it's Hughesy's better half!" Brock called out, prompting a round of applause and whistles from the team.

Y/N laughed, not minding the attention. She squeezed Quinn's hand reassuringly and whispered, "They seem like a great group."

"They are," Quinn replied, his heart swelling with pride. "And they love to give me a hard time."

Y/N grinned, loving how Quinn's teammates interacted with him. It was clear they were a close-knit group, more like family than just teammates. She watched as they ribbed Quinn about his newfound softness, and she found it endearing. To her, it showed just how much Quinn cared and how deeply he could love.

One evening, after a particularly tough loss, Quinn was feeling down. Y/N knew exactly how to lift his spirits. She prepared his favorite meal, set up a movie marathon of his favorite comedies, and just held him. She knew he needed the comfort and the distraction.

"Thank you, Y/N," Quinn said softly, his head resting on her lap. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

She stroked his hair, her touch soothing. "I'm always here for you, Quinn. Through the wins and the losses."

Their relationship wasn't without its challenges. Being a professional athlete meant Quinn was often away for games and road trips. It wasn't easy, but they made it work. They cherished every moment they had together, and their love grew stronger with each passing day.

One night, after a particularly long road trip, Quinn returned home exhausted. As soon as he walked through the door, Y/N was there, wrapping her arms around him. He melted into her embrace, feeling all the stress and fatigue of the trip slip away.

"Welcome home," she whispered, kissing his cheek.

"It's so good to be home," he replied, holding her close. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," she said, pulling back to look into his eyes. "You look tired. Let's get you to bed."

Quinn didn't argue. He let Y/N lead him to their bedroom, where she had already set out fresh pajamas and his favorite pillow. He couldn't help but smile at how thoughtful she was.

As they settled into bed, Quinn wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling her close. "You know, the guys give me a hard time about how much I love you."

Y/N giggled. "I think it's cute. It shows how much you care."

"I do care," Quinn said, his voice serious. "I love you more than anything, Y/N. You make everything better."

She kissed him softly, her heart swelling with love. "And I love you, Quinn. Always."

Their relationship continued to flourish, despite the ups and downs of Quinn's demanding career. They faced each challenge together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. The teasing from his teammates never let up, but Quinn didn't mind. He wore their jabs as a badge of honor, proud of the love he and Y/N shared.

One afternoon, after practice, Quinn was sitting in the locker room when Brock approached him, a smirk on his face. "Hey, Hughesy, we're all heading out for dinner. You in, or are you gonna be all lovesick and head home to Y/N?"

Quinn laughed, shaking his head. "I'm in. But I'm bringing Y/N with me."

Brock rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course you are. Just don't get all mushy on us, okay?"

"No promises," Quinn shot back, grinning.

At the restaurant, Y/N fit right in with the team, laughing at their jokes and sharing stories. The guys loved having her around, and Quinn couldn't have been happier. As the evening went on, he found himself watching her, amazed by how perfectly she had integrated into his life.

"Hey, Hughesy," Brock called out from across the table. "You know we're just giving you a hard time because we're happy for you, right?"

Quinn nodded, his heart full. "I know, Boes. And I appreciate it."

After dinner, as they walked back to their apartment, Quinn pulled Y/N close, kissing the top of her head. "Thanks for being amazing tonight. The guys really like you."

"They're great," Y/N replied, smiling up at him. "And I'm really happy to be a part of your life, Quinn."

"You are my life," he said softly, stopping to look into her eyes. "I love you, Y/N. More than words can say."

Tears filled her eyes, and she kissed him deeply, pouring all her love into that kiss. "I love you too, Quinn. So much."

As they continued their walk home, hand in hand, they knew that whatever challenges came their way, they would face them together. Their love was strong, and with each other's support, they could overcome anything. Quinn was a different man with Y/N in his life—softer, happier, and more complete. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

[waxflowerexe]

Shoutaaaa x Little Reader!!!!

I have materialised, escaped the void if you will

Anyway a little Drabble Abt Shota discovering ur little side, oral fixation etc and how I like to think he would deal w it🥹 The feels were felt in this one tehe very daddy but also quite subtle I think ALSO SMUT WARNING LOLOL

Ignore the bad grammar lolz I haven’t written in ages lolol MINORS GO TF OUT AS USUAL 😍

Daddy Sho x secretly little reader (?)

Usually after an especially long day you and Shouta typically fuck out your frustrations, it’s slow and intimate at first but sooner than later you both pick up the pace. Sex quickly becomes hot and desperate as you both chased the relief of an inevitable orgasm. You of course had your own coping mechanisms, colouring, watching childhood cartoons and a slight oral fixation. This was of course well kept from Sho, you already felt insecure about your age gap, you didn’t want him to think you were any more immature that you may have been.

Today was different, albeit you didn’t realise until he was balls deep in you telling you what a ‘nasty slut’ you were. Usually you relished in being beneath him, letting him control you. You liked the feeling of helplessness that overcame you when he touched you after a day overthinking and honestly just thinking in general. However, today something snapped. It all felt too much, Shota’s strength felt scary, his words made you scared…upset. You couldn’t place it but you knew you hated it. Tears welled in your eyes, as your safe word left your lips in a muffled cry.

Of course he stopped immediately.

“Baby what’s wrong”

You couldn’t even begin to describe what was wrong, usually this was what you needed. How you needed him. But today you just felt mushy and vulnerable and small, in a different way. You dreaded the day that your secrets would intervene with your relationship. But it did, and today you didn’t want to be broken, instead you wanted to be treated delicately, by a handler to fearful to leave even the slightest scratch, scared of break you. But it was too many words, to many complex thoughts for your stupid little brain.

So instead of replying, the tears ramp up until your sobbing incoherent apologies. A confused Shouta starts to worry more,

“Babe, it’s fine it’s okay” and a million other comforts flow from his lips but still you can’t pinpoint the words to explain, to tell him what’s wrong.

“Pretty girl, does something hurt”

He moves you into his lap and began rocking you, almost like a baby, looking for any bruises and cuts. The simple back and forth was so soothing and as he watched you melt into his touch it clicks, this was what you wanted, this was how you needed him. As he watches you calm down, he realises it too. Your usual arrangement was off the table today and that was fine.

He had an inkling that you worked a little different to girls he had been with before, he knew you fell into a hazy and vulnerable mindset. He saw how you sucked your little thumbs when you were stressed and how you took to digital colouring pages when you thought he wasn’t looking. All these little things he thought were so cute but he let you engage in these thing so in your own time, as not to intrude. Although, today you needed help.

“Did my pretty girl need cuddles?” he coos softly

You nod in response his tone making you mind fuzzy. He rarely used this tone, and you were always too nervous to ask for more.

He notices you fiddle with his fingers

“Does babygirl need something from me”

You nod, unsure

He silently slips two fingers in your mouth. You suckle softly, humming in content, glad he understood what you wanted.

“Good girl, my baby works so hard, she deserves to come home and wrap up in my arms. That’s it baby, close your eyes”

You let your eyes fall shut

“Good girl daddy’s here”

Your tense slightly, you’d only ever used this term in the bedroom. But before you can react he hushes you, bouncing you on his knee.

“Shhh baby, go to sleep”

You would both have to talk about things in the morning. But for now he was happy to hush you to sleep, tracing circles on your back and petting you gently.

Me bc I WANT SHOTA AND THIS AND UGHHHHH TO BE LOVED AND ACCEPTED

Anyway look after ur selves beauties and drink water!!! Especially since it’s so hot

More mid writing soon lovelies

Love Flo🌸~

[pa1n-0f-l0ve]

୨ৎ: 2015!Bill, dom!Bill, angry Sex, fem first person POV

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While laying in the comfort of mine and Bill’s share bed the front door slams shut abruptly. I hear Bill’s thick German accent scream, “Fuck!” His heavy foot steps make their way up the stairs in a hurried matter.

“What happened Bill?” I frown, his tattooed hand pushes his messy blond hair back in stress.

“Tom happened! He won’t leave me alone about the “deadline” which isn’t real because he made it up!” He exclaims, clearly frustrated and angry. What better way to help him out than him taking it out on me?

Biting my lip in nervousness I decide to shoot my shot and tell him my idea. “You can take it out on me. You’d feel so much better..” I flush.

His dominant side immediately kicking in at the idea of getting his satisfaction and pleasure out of me, “Prinzessin you’re gonna drive me crazy with that look. Strip you panties off. Now. And no back talking or you’ll be punished.” He sneers, his brown eyes holding a predatory look, waiting to make his move on the submissive prey.

He made his way to me on the bed, his slender hands gripping at my waist as his lips met mine. The cold metal of his snake bites hitting my plump lips immediately. His pierced tongue dipping into my warm mouth, battling with my own. His hand gripped my cheeks aggressively,squeezing them tightly as he abused my mouth with his tongue.

Trying to regain his breath from the constant kissing he pants out, “Baby, ride against my bulge.. now.”

I nodded obediently, my bare clit sitting on top of his hard-on resting on his stomach. His veiny hands tightening on my waist, he slowly rocked my lower body against his throbbing cock. “Move for me princess. Make me feel so good!” Bill, whimpers out in his turned-on haze.

I obey Bill’s orders, rocking my hips slightly faster which made his finger tips dig deeper into my flesh. “Fuck yes angel, so goo- good.” He praises, his sweet pet names encouraging me farther.

Soon my pace is faster and quicker, his precum slightly oozing onto his stomach and my folds, before I knew it his cum was squirting all over his tattooed abdomen. “I’m not done with you, slut.” He grunted, his tone admirable yet aggressive at once.

His warm hands grabbing at my body, flipping me onto my back on the bed. He wrapped one hand around my throat while the other entertained his cock. Once he knew he was hard enough to penetrate me he took no hesitation to shove his veiny member into my tight heat.

His blond hair falling in-front of his face as he pounded into my welcoming pussy over and over. He thrusted so aggressively that I could see the shadow of his bulge in my lower belly, his hand pressing down on it teasingly over and over as soft whimpers left my mouth. My hands immediately tangling into his platinum hair and tugging as he used my body for his personal pleasure.

Soon, Bill reached his climax but instead of cumming in me, he came on me. The sticky seed spurting from the swollen head and onto my tummy and breasts as he came down from his high. “You always know just what I need doll. I love you so much.” He breaths out, exhausted from his orgasm.

“I love you too sir..” I flush, the use of the nickname making me feel vulnerable as Bill smiles at me running his fingers through my hair content-fully.

[rachey899]

Superhero's Don't Get Sick

I’ve been really sick this week and thought I’d take my illness out on Luke, sorry Luke I love you, I swear I do!

This will be a short story in which Luke comes down with a cold causing his sizeshifting abilities to go haywire! Matt calls in reinforcements and we meet a grown-up Ivy! Enjoy!

Approx 3k words

“Yes I’m sure, I’ve never seen him like this before, what do I do?”

“ACHOOOOOO!!!”

Matt’s phone call was rudely interrupted by another strong gust of wet air that resulted in the dining room table being thrown across the room, luckily Matt was swift and had ducked out of the way. He stood once again with eyebrows raised in amazement, that eruption had caused his sick friend to shoot up a few more feet, his head bumping into their ceiling and showering them both in plaster and dust.

Luke’s nose twitched again agitated by the dust he had caused, Matt snapped out of his stupor quickly though and sprinted toward his friend.

“NOPE! Pinch your nose and lay down! Miss Waren would kill us if your gigantic head popped through her floor!”

There was a giggle through the phone as Ivy listened through the speaker at the absurdity of the scenario she was listening in on.

Meanwhile Matt had scaled his mini-giant of a friend and was pushing his head down, instructing him roughly to lay on the floor lest he cause more damage.

“ACHOOOOO!!!”

Another eruption and this time Matt was in the blast zone. “Fuck man!” Matt grimaced and wiped his wet hands on Luke’s shirt. “Ivy get your ass over here now!” Matt shouted into the phone before hanging up and throwing it across the room lest it get even more wet than it already was.

Luke’s chest shuddered under him, and Matt held onto the seems of Luke’s shirt for dear life. “Don’t you dare sneeze again.” He groaned.

“Actually, I think I’m good now, thanks.” Luke’s croaky voice reverberated; Matt rolled his eyes. “Thank the lord, now stay put, I need a fucking towel or something.”

Luke did as he was told, holding still while his friend manoeuvred around him in search of something to clean himself up with. He felt positively awful, his throat was scratchy, and it hurt each time he swallowed, not only that but the sneezing fits were getting worse as he’d just witnessed. Thankfully he hadn’t outgrown the apartment, but he was close to it, closing his eyes he took some careful breathes in through his mouth and tried to concentrate on shrinking.

His whole body shuddered and itched all over and soon he was overtaken by intense light-headedness, the world began to spin as it grew around him.

His head pulsed and a short while later there was a loud banging on the door, each thump sending shockwaves of pain through his skull and he clutched his head wishing the loud sounds would disappear. He had no such luck though as thundering footsteps resounded nearby and the creak of the immense door opened.

“THANK GOD YOU’RE HERE” Matt’s annoyingly booming voice assaulted Luke and he curled in on himself as he lay there amidst the rubble he had created.

“Shut Up!” Luke shouted as loud as his weak body would allow.

Matt meanwhile, heard no such command, he’d made note that his friend was no longer a giant as he’d passed through the living room to the front door, for that he was grateful. They’d need to get him out of here while they could until he was in a healthier state and better able to control his ability.

“Nice to see you too Matt, you’ve got a little something-“ Ivy’s slender fingers twinkled around a particularly soggy clump of hair. He batted her hand away “You try taking a giant size sneeze to the face and see how you look afterwards.” He growled in response.

She giggled and stepped past him and into the apartment, flicking her long wavy brown hair over her shoulder as she went.

“You’re lucky I was working in town actually.” She said stepping into the living room, eyes immediately scanning the area for any sign of her ill brother.

She paused, soft brown eyes landing on a small figure curled tightly into himself on the floor and miniscule hands over his ears. Her face fell and she kneeled gently beside him, hands reaching to scoop him up, a natural reflex to hold her brother protectively when he was so small.

“You have to help me, I don’t know what to-“ Matt started but Ivy quickly shushed him, holding up her small brother in her hands. “Quiet.” She whispered.

Her attention focused back on Luke as she looked him over, he was paler than normal and shaking like a leaf, though she knew he wasn’t fearful of her, she surmised he must have a fever. She placed a finger gently to his forehead and brushed the brown curls away from his sweaty forehead, he was definitely hotter than he should have been.

She held him gently to her chest encasing him in her fingers before she spoke to Matt again.

“Okay, pack whatever medicines you have, all the blankets in the house, water and food if you have it, otherwise I’ll stop by the grocer on the way.” She instructed quietly.

“Where are we going?” Matt asked as he started filling garbage bags of any throw blankets and doona’s he could find.

“Whatever large forest is nearby, he will keep fluctuating like this until he’s better, so we need to get him somewhere safe and away from prying eyes.”

“Achooo”

Ivy looked down her eyebrows furrowing in concern, and she shushed Luke gently like one might do for an unwell child.

“Your okay Luke, we’ll get you back to normal soon, I promise.” Within five minutes both Ivy’s and Matt’s cars were packed with anything they deemed might be useful and Luke had grown to a semi average height, but his body was wobbly on his feet, and he felt weak.

They headed to South Mountain Reservation, only a forty-minute drive away that was hopefully not going to be too crowded in the middle of the week, Luke slept in Ivy’s back seat while they drove, in that time he’d only had one other fluctuation but by her estimates had only grown to about 12 feet and he’d scrunched himself further into a ball. She took a deep breath pushing down on the accelerator, almost there.

Once they arrived and parked their cars, Ivy’s main goal was to get Luke into the woods off the beaten track.

“Can you walk?” She asked up to her big brother who currently stood more than twice her height, he gave a slow nod and stepped forward, lucky no one else seemed to be around, they just needed to keep walking.

A short way in Ivy deemed they had walked as far as they would go today, she prayed no rangers would wonder by and follow her brother’s tracks. She turned to see Matt trailing behind them with a few of the garbage bags and then the ground shook with a resounding thud like a tree had fallen.

Ivy turned to see what had happened only to be knocked square in the chest and sent flying a few short feet away, the air knocked out of her and shaking the dizziness from her eyes she saw Luke had now fully grown and lay limp on the forest floor his immense hand resting innocently beside her.

“Fuck, Ivy are you okay?” Matt came rushing over, he’d just barely dodged a car sized shoe as it barrelled toward him, but Ivy hadn’t been so lucky.

Ivy shakily pushed herself to a stand, brushing the leaves out of her hair and pressing her fingers to her ribs searching for any extensive injuries, it had hurt like hell, but nothing was broken, she’d get a few bruises but she’d live.

“I’m fine, not my first rodeo with a delirious giant.” She smiled and waved him off.

“I’ve never seen him sick before, I was beginning to think he couldn’t get sick, well until now.” Matt said staring in astonishment at his large friend, currently unconscious with his face in the dirt.

“This will be the third time that I know of, he doesn’t get sick often but when he does…well you can see.” Her expression softened again, he was going to feel like shit when he woke up, she’d be careful not to mention the close call she and Matt had just experienced.

Working as a team Matt and Ivy managed to get all their supplies to their secluded little area and took turns in patting Luke’s warm temple with cold wet blankets they’d dunked in the river. A short while later Luke began to stir, his vision blurry and his head throbbing, he wracked a wet cough that disturbed the nearby wildlife, but Ivy and Matt kept a safe distance this time.

“Luke?” Ivy called gently, stepping closer to her brothers face in concern.

Luke’s eyes blinked slowly clearing his vision until it settled upon his little sister, she looked so small, there was no fear in her eyes, only concern for him and his heart beat quickened reminding him how lucky he was to have her in his life. Then he noted a purplish bruise along her collar bone and his eyes widened in worry, ready to push himself back and away from her.

Ivy quickly pulled her cardigan around her shoulders tighter to cover the bruise and held a hand up to him stepping closer confidently.

“It’s okay Luke, I’m not hurt, only a few bruises, I’m okay.” She reassured him gently, he brought a hand up to his mouth and coughed as gently as he could to clear his throat.

“D-did I do t-that?” He croakily asked, a finger stretching out toward her and brushing the cardigan off her shoulder.

“I swear I’m fine Luke.” She insisted but Luke wasn’t so easily convinced, a tear fell down his cheek and splashed onto the damp forest floor.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

Ivy only sighed, her heart breaking for him, she stepped closer still and pressed her body against his damp cheek, spreading her arms out across his face in a hug. A gesture she’d done so many times throughout her life and came naturally living with a brother who tended to change sizes rather frequently.

He brought his larger hand up behind her and carefully held her to his face, reciprocating the hug all the while repeating ‘sorry’ over and over. The moment between the two siblings was broken however as another body joined the group hug, Matt had flung himself beside Ivy, wriggling himself between the massive fingers and being mindful of the Giant’s nose, his arms spread around Ivy and over his friends cheek.

Luke’s hand pulled away and Ivy and Luke both gave Matt an odd look to which Matt was immediately offended, throwing his arms up in the air and stepping away with a hurt look on his face.

“What! I need hugs too you know!” Matt said in exasperation.

“Aww were you feeling left out?” Ivy teased, hand on her hip as she leant against her brother’s face.

With a mischievous smirk on his lips, Luke quickly scooped Matt up in one hand and brought him to his chest, turning to lay on his back he pressed Matt against his shirt in a tight but not too tight squeeze.

“You should have just said so.” Luke laughed, while Matt squirmed in his grasp.

“Alright, alright! Hug time’s over now!” Matt banged his fists on the warm surface underneath him until the Giant relented and removed his hand.

Amidst the laughter that kept Matt from gaining footing on his friend’s chest, he noticed a change in the rhythm of the quakes, almost like he was going to…

“Ahhhh, ahhhh.” Luke pinched his nose and Matt practically dived off of his chest, rolling onto the ground.

“Choooooo!” Luke leaned to the side sneezing in the opposite direction of Matt and Ivy and successfully stripping a nearby tree completely of its leaves.

Ivy walked around him carefully and held up a large blue bedsheet as though it were a hanky, he took it gratefully and proceeded to loudly blow his nose while the smaller people around him covered their ears.

“I’m sorry guys, this all sucks.” Luke groaned, he pushed himself up and sat crossed legged looking down miserably at the two people who cared about him the most.

“Hey at least you didn’t sneeze on me this time.” Matt smiled, trying to cheer his friend up.

Luke cringed, he had been so out of it at the apartment and had almost forgotten that embarrassing experience, at least Matt seemed okay.

“Sorry.” Luke muttered yet again.

Matt rolled his eyes. “Quit saying your sorry, none of this is your fault, your just sick.”

“I don’t get sick.” Luke said firmly to which Ivy just raised her eyebrows.

“Oh, so the cough of 2010 was just you teaching the horse how to fly was it?” Ivy quipped.

“Okay fine, I don’t get sick often, not like you guys do.” Luke mumbled, and it was true, he would bet any money that his strong immune system was all because of his unique ability, however that didn’t mean he never got sick. And when he did, it was bad.

“Even superhero’s get sick dude, remember that episode of Smallville! This is just like that!” Matt said excitedly comparing the two vastly different scenarios.

“Once again, I’m not a superhero and I’m certainly not Clark Kent.” Luke pinched the bridge on his nose and sighed, his stomach gave a groan and he realised he hadn’t eaten all day. “Did you bring any food? I’m starving.”

Ivy nodded. “We did…do you think your able to shift? I’d like to give you some medicine as well but I’d prefer to give it to you when you’re a bit smaller and not likely to overdose if I give you too much.”

Luke concentrated, unlike last time where he was borderline conscious, he was able to focus his body to shrink to his average human height without getting dizzy.

“Alright let’s get some food and meds into you now then before you fluctuate again.” Ivy said grasping his arm and leading him over to the small fire they had made, she wrapped him up in a warm blanket, handing him a bowl of vegetable soup and a handful of pills.

Once he’d finished his bowl to satisfaction, Ivy took it from him and laid a hand over his forehead, sighing with relief. “Your fevers broken, thank god.” She said.

Now that the worst seemed to be over, the three of them sat in contented silence, watching the fire and chewing on jerky.

“So… I’ve been thinking about names…” Matt said into the open air, Ivy turned to peer at him curiously. “Names?”

“No.” Was all Luke said, knowing full well his best friend was about to try and give him a superhero name….again!

“Just hear me out!” Matt insisted.

“What names? What the hell are you two talking about?” Ivy snapped, currently agitated that she was somehow not included in this inside joke of theirs.

“Luke’s superhero name.” Matt said wiggling his eyebrows to which Luke just held his face in his hands in embarrassment.

“Ooooooh I like this game!” Ivy said giddy in her seat and rubbing her hands together. “How about Ant Man!”

Matt looked at her like she was crazy. “Ivy, that name is already taken, you have to be original, I was thinking ‘Shifter’.”

“Giganta!?”

“Expando!”

“Proportio!”

“Oh my god! Stop! Both of you!” Luke groaned. “It just sounds like your saying spells from Harry Potter now.”

Ivy and Matt laughed together at Luke’s expense, he was too sick and too tired to argue with them further on the subject. They continued to list stupid names and when Luke had had enough, he announced that he was going to bed. He stood and carefully pulled his sleeping bag a good distance from the fire, just in case he grew in the night when the pills wore off.

As much as they were bugging him, he wouldn’t risk turning them both into pancakes in his sleep.

Ivy and Matt sat up talking and catching up for a little while longer and Luke was just about to drift off to sleep when soft footsteps crunched through the leaves on the ground as they approached him. Without a word, Ivy took off her shoes lifting the corner of the sleeping bag and wriggled in beside him just as they had done as kids.

Luke always had a twin sized sleeping bag, he was always afraid of growing in the night, and figured better to have a larger one he can get out of quickly if he did start to grow. Ivy was also not very big, her slim frame left heaps of room between them so they were both comfortable.

“What are you doing?” Luke asked her, as she turned in the sleeping bag to face him, she buried her face in his chest and he wrapped her arms around her. He hadn’t known till now just how much he missed his little sister and how grateful he was that she was here right now.

“I was worried something might happen in the night.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, I could grow and hurt you…again.” He said quietly.

“Or you could shrink and become an owls next meal, I’m a light sleeper, I’ll wake either way if anything happens.” She insisted.

He gave her a kiss on the forehead, brushing away her curls, the same shade of brown as his own and breathed a contented sigh.

“Thank you, Ivy.” He whispered.

“Any time bro, also just for the record, I always believed you’d be a superhero.”

“Not you too.” Luke sighed impatiently. “Just, go to sleep.”

There was silence once more and Luke really did think that Ivy had gone off to sleep, so he let his own breathes even out before unconsciousness took a hold of him. However, Ivy was not yet asleep and instead holding back laughter as she said the final words of the night.

“Goodnight… Expando.”

[green-eyedfirework]

He didn’t know what possessed him to blurt it out, but the words spilled from his lips, “You’re attracted to me.”

The cold blue eye flicked up, and then back down at the book.  “You’re attractive.”

A frustratingly typical non-committal answer.

“You know what I mean,” Dick snapped, releasing his stretch and pushing up on his knees.  Slade didn’t look at him, not even when Dick loomed above him.  “Slade.”

“What are you fishing for?” Slade asked, still intent on his book.

“You said—you told them,” Dick started, and stopped.  He remembered the day they’d come into the cell, and the way Slade casually talked about him like he wasn’t right there—“You told them you wanted me.  It’s true.  You do want me.”

“Is there a question in there somewhere, kid?”

“You don’t—” Dick didn’t know how to make the right words come out.  Slade was staring at him now, attention off the book, and even if Dick shut up, he knew that the older man would tuck the memory of his flustration away.  “If you really wanted me, you’d fuck me more often,” Dick said bluntly.

Slade’s eye narrowed.  “Do you want me to fuck you more often?” he asked blandly, and Dick immediately snarled.  “Don’t give me that, kid.  You’re the one who started this conversation.”

Dick breathed, in and out, and resisted the urge to try and punch Slade.  He wouldn’t succeed anyway, collar or not.

“Why don’t you fuck me more often?”  The question was quieter than Dick intended, though at least he hid the rawness.  If Slade was a monster, it would’ve been easier to endure.  If he was the manipulative jackass Dick knew he was, taking advantage of the opportunity of Nightwing at his feet, Dick could understand.  But Slade kept the fucks almost military-precise, like they were just another thing to check off his schedule.  Meals, shower, training, and every other day, fuck Nightwing.

Slade’s face tightened, and Dick prepared himself for another sarcastic non-answer, but Slade just turned back to his book.  “Because being forced to put on a show is not my idea of a good time.”

Dick made a high, unamused laugh.  “I didn’t realize my consent mattered to you so much.”

“I wasn’t,” Slade said evenly, “Talking about you.”

Dick stilled.  Something hot was burning in his stomach, tight and furious.  “Not enjoying yourself?” Dick asked, his tone dark and poisonous, “Not getting off to dominating me—oh wait, you are.  I have proof of that.”

“I mastered control of my body a long time ago,” Slade said, disinterested again, and Dick’s fingers itched with the desire to reach out and claw out his remaining eye.

“Do you really expect me to believe that this isn’t entertaining for you?” Dick spit out.

“I like a challenge,” Slade said levelly, not looking up at him, “I like a fight.  Fucking someone who’s limp and sobbing is unappealing.”  His tone took a harder edge, “One of us is wearing the collar, kid, and it isn’t you.”

That hit more painfully than if Slade had reached out and slapped him.  “Why do you fuck me if you hate it so much, then?” Dick hissed.

“Why do you let me fuck you if you hate it so much?” Slade turned the question back onto him.  Let me fuck you.  Jesus fucking Christ.  Like Dick had a fucking choice.

His fingers curled into fists as his heartbeat throbbed angrily in his skull.  “The choice is rape or death,” he said more evenly than he felt.

Slade tilted his head, as if to say ‘there you have it’.

“You won’t die if you don’t fuck me,” Dick snarled.

“No,” Slade looked up at him, ice blue eye pinning him in place, “But you will.”

~#~

Dick opened his eyes to meet an icy blue one, the one he’d been dreaming of in the stupor exhaustion dragged him into, more sticky and draining than actual sleep.  The only thing he dreamed of, because all the others were too implausible in this hellhole, unable to coalesce even in his imagination, but this was close enough to hope for.

Slade would not come, would not protect him, would not help—

“Robin,” cracked past bloody, crusted lips, a rasp of a whisper that Dick forced out.

But he might kill him.

Dick didn’t want to die.  He wanted to go home, back to his family, back to his life, but he was dying anyway, and he preferred Slade’s instantaneous option over being raped and torn apart, again and again and again until his body just gave up.

In his dreams, Slade always agreed.  He looked angry or gentle or blank, but he cupped Dick’s face in his hands and jerked—and then Dick woke back up to his hell.

This time, Slade hesitated.  He blinked in what looked like shock, before it flickered through upset and hardened into grim determination.  “Okay, little bird,” he murmured, oh-so-soft, and one forearm braced against his shoulders, not cupping his face, and the other fit around his jaw.

Wait a minute.

Dick squinted at this uncharacteristic change, why—Slade’s face was splattered with blood, and gaunter than he remembered.

Fingers tensed on his jaw.

“Stop,” burst forth, his heart suddenly hammering as he raised a shaky hand to grab Slade’s arm.  “Stop, no, Slade, don’t.”

Slade relinquished him easily, and Dick propped himself up on an elbow and tried to blink the exhaustion from his eyes.

The room was a bloodbath.  Most of it was concentrated near the open door, the bodies outside, but there was also a spreading stain on the bed, where Adams’ mutilated corpse was strewn over the sheets.

Freshly mutilated, because Adams had definitely used him just hours before, and yet he was dead and Slade was covered in blood.

Dick snapped his gaze back to Slade, who had retreated a couple of steps, watching him silently.  The sling was gone, the broken cheekbone healed, all the injuries vanished like they’d never been there, but there was something broken in his expression, and Dick didn’t know what it was.

He did know one thing.

“You came,” Dick choked past the growing lump in his throat, struggling to straighten upright with weak, spasming arms.  He hadn’t dreamed—sparing his life the first time had been a whim, but this—this destruction Slade had wrecked to get Dick back—

Dick was all out of tears, but the harsh gasps shuddering through him were the closest equivalent of sobs his battered body could manage.  “You came,” he whispered again, reaching out a trembling hand, and Slade closed the distance between them and allowed Dick to tighten a hand in his shirt as he slowly, carefully, gently picked him up.

Dick wanted to tell him it didn’t matter.  Every part of Dick ached and burned, Slade’s care wouldn’t make a difference.  But he just buried his face against Slade’s shirt and held on tight.

~#~

Dick never left Slade’s reach.

At first, he was injured enough that it wasn’t apparent, Slade hovering solicitously over him as he recovered his strength, bit by bit, spooning soup into his mouth, practically carrying him to the bathroom, dressing his injuries.  Soon, Dick had enough strength to be able to walk shakily to the far wall and back, though he frequently had to pause along the way.

Before, he would’ve taken the opportunity to sit in the far corner, as far away from Slade as he could get, back turned to show his visible displeasure.  Even later, when the days settled into a rhythm, Dick grew more comfortable with the space but still kept away, anger churning inside of him after each of their public fights.

Now, he stayed on the bed, Slade in sight if Dick wasn’t already pressed against him, and Slade escorted him to the bathroom for every trip.  The handful of times Slade had gone to the training arena, Dick had sat on the nearest bench and kept his white-knuckled grip on the wood, barely even daring to blink.

Every time he did, every time he looked away, he remembered the door buzzing open, too many hands overwhelming him, fighting punished painfully, the high, shrieking thought that if Slade had been there, Dick would’ve never gotten hurt.  It made his breaths run fast and high, his chest squeeze painfully, and his heart pound in his ears as terror blanketed him.

He knew it wasn’t healthy, knew that Slade wasn’t his white knight, wasn’t even a good person, that the man had stained his hands with more blood than anyone he faced in the arena, but to Dick’s traumatized senses, he registered as safe.

Slade’s patience with Dick’s clinging, however, finally ran out.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Dick said quietly, his gaze focused on the strings he was weaving together.  Red and black.  Maybe he could impress Jason with his bracelet-making skills when he got out.

“So go,” Slade rumbled from beside him, “You don’t need me holding your hand anymore.”

The strings fell through suddenly trembling fingers.  Dick looked up, and Slade turned to look down at him, raising an eyebrow.

He wasn’t breathing too fast, wasn’t shaking, but Slade must’ve seen something on his face because he lowered the book to look at Dick properly.  “I’ve gone over every inch of that bathroom,” he said, calm and even, “No one can get out, much less in.”

That...was true.  The ensuite had only one door, and no windows.  Slade would stop anyone who tried to enter the cell.  Dick was as safe as he could get.

His throat was still locked up.  He didn’t know why.  He stared up at Slade, mute, pleading for something he didn’t understand, and Slade’s expression roiled before it settled to a fractured blankness.

“I can’t protect you, kid,” Slade said quietly, and it sounded like it hurt him to admit it.

Not like this, his furrowed brow told him.  Not with a collar around his neck, suppressing the meta powers that made him one of the deadliest people on Earth.  Not locked inside a fighting ring used for someone’s sick entertainment.  Dick had gotten a crash course in the fact that Slade wasn’t invincible and couldn’t be everywhere.

Dick’s eyes were beginning to prickle.

Slade sighed, and closed his book.  “Fine,” he grumbled, getting off the bed, “Let’s go.”

~#~

“Did you get injured worse in that last match?” Dick asked, curled up in Slade’s arms and still coming down from the panic attack he’d gotten when the door buzzed open to admit Slade post his infirmary check-up.

Slade healed ridiculously fast, Dick couldn’t think of any injury that would’ve kept him out for days, and yet he hadn’t been there when Adams and the others had come prowling.

“They kept my collar on,” Slade replied, his tone terse.

Dick twisted to look up at Slade.  “What?”

Deathstroke was one of their most valuable fighters, a great draw for spectators, and they usually took off his collar—while he was completely drugged up—to allow him to rapidly heal any injuries he got.  It was one of the main points of vulnerability that existed in the whole set-up, and if Dick could just figure out how to use it, they’d be free.

There were very few problems that couldn’t be solved by pointing a determined Deathstroke in its direction.

It was also unfortunately the reason Slade stuck to his no-holds-barred fighting style, willing to tank attacks to keep on the offensive, and some part of Dick went cold as he remembered how easily the cell door had opened.

Like someone had unlocked it.

“They did it on purpose,” Dick said distantly, his grip tightening on Slade, “They—me—they did it on purpose.  Why?”

“Could be several reasons,” Slade said levelly, and he maneuvered Dick until he was curled up more tightly in Slade’s lap.  “They wanted to get back at me, put me in my place, remind me that I’m not in charge.”

Well, that backfired spectacularly, then, every single one of their fighters was now utterly terrified of Slade.

“Or they could’ve despised you.  Thought that you were too unbroken.”

Partially succeeded on that account.  All it took was a goddamn door opening to send Dick into a panic attack.

“Or,” Slade said quietly, “The ones that fancy themselves as intelligent, they probably wanted to see what I’d do.”

How Slade would act, to come back and discover that his plaything had been stolen.  How attached he was to Dick.  Possessiveness didn’t equal protectiveness, after all, and Dick had the sinking feeling that they revealed too much with Slade’s rescue and care.

“And that doesn’t bother you?” Dick whispered, “That they’re studying your actions?”  That they know they can use me against you?

“No,” was the casual response, “Because I’ll kill them all.”  A callused thumb brushed away a lock of hair that had fallen into Dick’s face.  “The cleverer ones would’ve argued against provoking me at all.”

Dick could’ve said something, about murder and justice and one not equating the other.  He didn’t.

Justice—trials and laws and enforcement—was the privilege of a civilized society.  The arena didn’t meet the list of requirements.

“And the cleverest ones?” Dick asked, resting his head against Slade’s chest, “What did they do?”

“Run,” Slade murmured, “The moment they saw me in the arena.”

[angelofsmalldeaath]

your slice of life style has become such a comfort for me i pick one out to read before i go to bed and they make my heart all warm

if you feel like taking requests/want inspo I’d love to read a rainy day in the life vibe (no pressure tho!! genuinely would read something about watching paint dry if you wrote it)

mwah xx

reading this ask made me feel all warm and fuzzy, you are so so sweet!! 🥹 no like i love it when people tell me they enjoy my writing, it's such a good feeling!! so thank you sm for this ♡︎

i really hope this was what you wanted it to be ♡︎

cw: references a previous fic, suggestive

“jesus fuck!” i jump in my seat and glare at him when he snickers. the thunder rumbling is unexpected and loud—louder than it has any right to be.

“scared?” he teases.

“of a little thunder?” i turn my nose up at him, faking bravado, “never. i just don’t wanna get stuck in the rain.”

“too late,” he tsks, and together we look out the cafe window as the light turns watery. the wind picks up, so does the footfall of people running to find shelter. some gather under the awning of the cafe we’re in, some run across the street and find shelter in other establishments. 

he takes hold of my hand. “we could still make it if we ran…”

i look down at our table—at our empty coffee cups and breakfast plates—and then back up outside the window. fat drops of rain hit the glass, one after the other, racing down until they all converge into a tiny puddle. 

“could we?”

“what’s the harm?” he points at his jacket, “we could use this as cover.”

i contemplate it for a second, picture it in my head and laugh—the two of us dashing through the rain under a jacket that isn’t nearly big enough. another rumble from the skies makes me jolt. this time he manages to stifle his laugh. 

“so?”

“alright,” i nod, gathering my things and wiping my hands on the tissues. he holds my hand the moment we scramble to our feet. the door chimes softly as we push it open, and immediately the wind and rain rush to greet us.

“fuck!” i squeal, “‘m freezing my tits off!”

i groan the moment i hear his little juvenile giggle—an uncharacteristically boyish sound from a giant of a man. “i could warm them for you, you know?”

“you’re such a man!” i roll my eyes, trying to stifle a smile but he pulls me out from under the awning and right into the torrential rain. 

under the thin shelter of his jacket, we huddle close, our bodies pressed together to keep as dry as possible. the rain is colder than i expected, and the pavement is already slick beneath our feet. we take off running, his laughter ringing in my ears, mingling with the roar of the storm.

“shit, we’re so unhealthy,” i huff, breathless and barely a street down from the cafe. 

he raises his brow at me. “we?”

“shut up,” i punch his shoulder lightly. he’s barely out of breath though, looking at me with amusement and mostly drenched from the rain now.

his hair is plastered to his face too. the water clings to his eyelashes and a drop falls on his nose, making its way down to his lips. it’s mesmerising, in a way—a drop of water on his lips and suddenly he’s the most beautiful man i’ve ever seen. 

when the thunder rumbles again—much louder than before—i stagger to a stop, right in the middle of the pavement like a deer caught in headlights. this time he doesn’t laugh, he just pulls me into him and pulls us into a little alley that seems a bit shielded than the main street.

“you’re okay,” he tucks a wet strand of hair behind my ear.

“we always end up in alleys somehow,” i try to wipe my face on my sleeves but it’s useless. 

“we do,” he nods. we stare at each other—me, completely breathless, him, breathing in this odd rhythm that makes me think of all sorts of things. 

he moves towards me, our toes touching, his wet body pressed into mine. it’s darker here, in this alley. the buildings tower over us, but the rain is just as relentless. 

“we should hurry up and go home,” i point out but it holds no conviction at all. 

“we should,” he nods and bends down to kiss me. 

on his lips i taste the raindrop from before. it’s sweet—or perhaps it’s just the taste of him, sweet and familiar and like home. and even when the rough wall digs into my back and thunder echoes all around me, i melt into him, fist my hands into his jumper and pull him so close that no air can pass between us any longer. 

“you…” he swipes his tongue over my lip and i shiver, “should have listened to me.”

“the breakfast date was your idea!”

“in bed!” he protests against my mouth, kissing me a little harder. 

“and who was going to make the food?” i challenge, holding back a moan. 

“who said i wanted to eat food?”

my cheeks heat up. i laugh and hide my face in his chest—something he always finds particularly endearing. “so we should hurry up and go home then… i am dying to get out of these clothes.”

this time when he nods, there’s a twinkle in his eyes. he pulls away and i shiver from the cold until he holds my hand again and pulls us back on the main street. the jacket is back on our heads, drenched and utterly useless but i like how the world looks from under it and from by his side. 

when the thunder rumbles again, i don’t stop. i only hold onto him tighter and we run through the streets faster. 

[tgmsunmontue]

To wake, perchance to dream WIP 2/?

Hangster - Jake wakes up ~13 years in the future and thinks he has amnesia. Instead it's a glimpse of what his life could be. When he wakes up right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment he's going to try his damndest to make that future come true...

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

              Amelia, Alleisha and James all leave in a flurry of bags and towels and Jake just stands by and watches, uses Brandy as a convenient excuse to not help with last-minute sock and shoe hunting, although there’s a basket right by the front door filled with socks and shoes. Bradley is waving them off and then shutting the door behind himself, looking at Jake with soft eyes and he smiles tentatively. Awkward as it might be, he also knows that he has to do it. He clearly loves Bradshaw, married him and lives with him and he doesn’t want to fuck any of that up. Or freak Bradshaw out or worry him. So amnesia theory it is, because it definitely seems like the most plausible.

              “You okay?” Bradshaw asks, head tilted like he’s trying to figure something out and Jake feels caught out.

              “Uh…” Jake delays, because he doesn’t know how to begin the conversation.

              “Thea hasn’t left your side all morning.”

              Jake looks down at the chocolate labrador and wonders why her not leaving his side would be a thing. Maybe the dog is Bradshaw’s?

              “Um. Okay, I don’t want to freak you out. I feel fine. But, uh, I’ve lost a whole bunch of memories.”

              Immediately Bradshaw’s expression has gone from soft to concerned, but it’s not bad, he’s stepping into Jake’s space and tipping his head back to look into his eyes, hand resting on Jake’s hip that isn’t holding Brandy.

              “Stop it! I didn’t hit my head!” Jake says, batting his hand away.

              “You just said you lost a whole bunch of memories! How many are you talking? You might not remember hitting your head. You’ve been fine this morning.”

              “Uh. Well. I’ve been faking it.”

              Bradshaw’s eyebrows go up and his lips twitch in amusement and Jake can’t help but roll his eyes, because the fact that even faced with a husband that is claiming to have some memory issues he’s clearly interpreting Jake’s words sexually. Part of him likes it. A lot.

              “Stop it. Not like that. I don’t remember… us. Uh. Or anything from the last ten years or so I guess? Maybe longer?” Jake hazards, because he knows it’s longer but he has no idea of how long exactly. “I think I have amnesia?”

              He doesn’t get the response he expects, which is a laugh, or even questions asking him why he thinks he has amnesia. He doesn’t get anything like that, instead Bradshaw has gone pale, mouth dropped open, pulled away slightly and looking at him wide-eyed, like he’s looking at a stranger and Jake hates it. Hates that Bradshaw has put distance between them, it’s the last thing he wants and he reaches a hand out and feels the tension in his gut uncoil when Bradshaw laces their fingers together.

              “Ten years. Holy shit. You were right.”

              “I mean, I like hearing that I’m right, but I usually know what I’m right about. And I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

              “I don’t think you have amnesia, however I don’t think you’re going to like the explanation I do have… it’s pretty fucking nuts.”

              “Okay…” Jake says, because he’d thought amnesia was already a pretty wild theory. The time jump is the one in his back pocket, but it sounds like Bradshaw has another one, and he seems almost certain.

              “Holy shit, no wonder Thea won’t leave your side, you must be freaking out.”

              “I mean… I’m not not freaking out. But these are Javy’s kids. I remember Javy. But why would my dog not want to hang out with me?”

              “She’s mine. And she’s a therapy dog. Good for anxiety.”

              “You need a therapy dog?” Jake asks and Bradshaw is shaking his head.

              “No. Well, sometimes. I’m a therapist. She helps a lot people I talk to.”

              “Oh.”

              “Holy shit Jake. Ten years. Ten years exactly.”

              “Uh. No. I’m pretty sure I’ve lost more time then that. You said you had an explanation?”

              “Yeah, let’s go and sit down. Let Brandy crawl around and tire herself out before nap time.”

              He follows silently, immensely relieved that this is so far going to well. Bradshaw shakes out a blanket thing, brightly colored with things attached to it and places Brandy in the center on her stomach, where she becomes entranced by her own reflection in a mirror that is somehow in the blanket. Wild. He let’s Bradshaw sit close, so close he pulls Jake into his arms so he’s effectively spooning him, chin hooked over his shoulder. It’s nice.

              “Okay. So. Ten years ago. Today. When Coyote and Nix got married, at their wedding, you told me about this… dream you had. You talked about it like it was a dream, like something you wanted, or missed. So you tell me about this dream that happens on the tenth anniversary of Coyote and Nix’s wedding. I remember thinking that was oddly specific for a dream…”

              Jake swallows, the time jump or alternate universe theory suddenly slamming into him and he’s glad Bradshaw is holding him, arms warm and comforting, holding him together because he feels like he’s going to shake apart.

              “You said in your dream we were happily married, the we’d be helping raise three amazing kids while our best friends are deployed. But that you wake up in this dream and you don’t remember it, that you’ve just been stationed in Japan and suddenly you wake up in bed with me…”

              Jake doesn’t know if he’s even breathing, his entire body feels shaky and he nods frantically, Thea is whining at his feet and he sucks in a deep breath with a gasp.

              “I was in Japan.”

              “Holy shit…”

              “Yeah,” Jake agrees, because he doesn’t know what else to say or do. Bradshaw somehow seems to know more about what is happening despite it all happening to Jake, which seems brutally unfair.

              “Oh my god Jake… You…”

              He looks up from his clasped hands, his vain attempt to try and stop them shaking. Bradshaw is shifting from behind him, moving away and Jake wants to say something, complain about it. Then he looks at Bradshaw, sees his lip trembling and he looks close to tears.

              “What?” Jake asks, and then he’s suddenly got a lap full of Bradley Bradshaw, who is straddling his thighs, taking Jake’s face in his hands gently, looking him in the eyes, fingers stroking over Jake’s brow ridge, down his cheeks.

              “I love you Jake… so much. Thank you, for being so patient with me, and kicking my ass when I needed it, and being with me even when it was hard.”

              What the actual fuck?

              Actually.

              “What the fuck?”

              “You knew. All along. You knew the whole time what we could be and you fucking fought for it, even when you had to fight me. Oh my god…”

              “Yeah, I still don’t know what you’re really talking about.”

              “That’s okay. It’s okay. I’m pretty sure this is a temporary thing. Just today maybe, or the weekend. You didn’t actually specify how long it was. I think… I think if you’re still feeling weird on Monday morning I will one hundred percent take you to Urgent Care. But, well, it’s been ten years and I think I can manage a weekend of looking after my husband.”

              “You know I have no idea what you’re talking about right?”

              “Yeah, it actually makes a nice change.”

              Jake laughs, shoves him a little and then Bradshaw is kissing him, mouth just slotting perfectly over his and it’s been a while since he’s been with anyone, and he kisses back, lets himself touch, hands seeking bare skin under Bradshaw’s top, and he’s pulling back and Jake tries to follow his mouth.

              “Oh my god, you don’t remember that we’re married.”

              “I remember enough to have sex. And I am not disappointed about the married part.”

              Bradshaw laughs, and Jake is pretty sure he’s currently being mentally undressed.

              “Glad to know you’re not disappointed. That would suck. And we can’t do more than make out until she goes down for her morning nap. And Amelia will be back with the others in time for lunch.”

              “So we have slim windows of opportunity is what I’m hearing?”

              “Well, yes. Very slim. But Javy and Nix are picking the kids up this afternoon, so we do have all night. And maybe all day tomorrow. And the rest of our lives together of course.”

              “Of course…” Jake says, and he can’t believe it.

…           …           …

              They do not end up doing anything more than kiss and make out, Bradshaw pressing him against vertical surfaces in passing as he runs around doing washing and tidying and cleaning when Brandy goes down for her nap. It feels alarmingly domestic and he does a double take every time he catches his reflection, not expecting the addition of wrinkles or greys. Jake decides to take Thea for a walk, which is not only because he needs some time to just process but it’s definitely a bonus. He’s not convinced that he’s going to somehow slip back into his own time, but if he does then he should probably be prepared for a Bradshaw that is not married to him. Not only isn’t married to him but sort of doesn’t like him either.

              He wonders how they somehow get from there to here.

              He wonders who proposes.

              Where they get married.

              When they get married.

              He finds he doesn’t want to know every little detail, wants to live them and experience them for the first time if he does indeed get to have this.

              He gets back to the house and Bradshaw is mopping the kitchen floor and the smile he gives Jake makes him feel warm all over. Yeah. He likes this. Wants this.

              “How was it?”

              “Good. It’s a nice neighborhood.”

              “Glad you approve. You chose it.”

              “Oh.”

              “Yeah, so much more about the last thirteen years makes sense now. Here. I had a thought while you were out. We have these photo albums. Ones you insisted on making by the way. Same with the names of the kids over their beds. I feel like you were planning on making this as easy for yourself as possible. You sit right here and I’ll bring you a cup of tea.”

              Jake’s about to say he doesn’t like tea, but Bradshaw is pressing five slim books into his hands, photos and years printed on the front, 2025-2026, 2027-2028, 2029-2030, 2031-2032, 2033-2034. He opens the oldest one first and sees a more familiar version of himself smiling back, dressed in a tuxedo of all things. Then there’s a photo of Bradshaw beside him, looking younger but no less attractive and then there’s a photo of them with both Javy and Nix, and it’s a wedding photo. He starts flicking through them faster.

              A photo of mountains and scenery.

              Another photo of two hands, men’s hands, now wearing rings.

              A photo of a very sunburnt Bradshaw looking sulky. Still gorgeous.

              Jake asleep on a sofa with a baby asleep on his chest, hand splayed over the baby.

              Bradshaw with a puppy. Thea?

              Moving houses.

              For Sale signs with a big SOLD sticker covering it. This house.

              Jake covered in paint.

              Bradshaw covered in more paint.

              Graduation photos for both him and Bradshaw. Why did they go back and study?

              Some old guy who is vaguely familiar, but is holding another baby. James?

              Planes.

              Promotion photos. Holy shit he made Captain.

              Vacation photos.

              Christmas photos.

              Family photos.

              Backyard grilling photos.

              Lots of people. Lots of love.

              He closes the last book and leans over to stack them neatly on the coffee table.

              Holy shit that was a lot. He’ll look again but none of it is familiar, apart from seeing Javy thread throughout, and Bradshaw and Nix, and these three kids, and the woman he knows now is Amelia.

              “Here. Have you had a look yet?”

              He reaches for the mug of tea and takes a sip, prepared to gear himself to not pull a face at the bitter tannin taste he associates with tea. Whatever is in this mug though is not that and it’s sweet and fragrant, and he takes another sip.

              “Oh. This is nice. What is it?”

              “Chamomile, vanilla and honey…” Bradshaw says, and his eyes are going wide. “You bring me this tea, when you find out I’m not sleeping very well. I feel like I just closed a loop of something. Shit. Do you think you should be looking at those?”

              “Too late, I’ve already flicked through them. It’s 2035 then?”

              “Yeah. You make these photo books every couple of years. I never thought there was a rhyme or reason as to what you included…”

              Jake’s starting to feel overwhelmed, the idea of some future? Past? Version of himself having his life so together that he’s leaving all these clues for him to pick up and put together right now.

              “I thought it was going to be awkward. Telling you that I couldn’t remember.”

              “Well, you did tell me ten years ago that it was going to happen.”

              “You do know how crazy that sounds right?”

              Bradshaw shrugs.

              “Well, it was a passing comment at the wedding, and you were a bit drunk. Happy drunk. But you remembered telling me, because later, you’d do something, or I would, and then you’d kiss me and then say ten years like a promise. Like, it wasn’t a regular thing. Not like me telling you that you look good…”

              “I do look good.”

              “I know you do. Too good to be true. And all mine.”

              Jake grins at him, because this feels good.

              Even if he’s scared he’s somehow going to fuck it all up.

…           …           …

              He falls asleep on the sofa. Wakes up drowsy when James crawls onto him, grinning at him before laying his head on Jake’s chest and promptly falling asleep.

              “Want me to take him to his bed?” Amelia asks, her voice pitched low and Jake shakes his head, runs his hand over James’ head. He had thought he’d never have kids, never get to have these type of experiences, and yet here he is. “I’ll send Bradbrad in with food for you, he wanted to let you sleep. Think he has plans for tonight that don’t involve sleep,” Amelia says, smirking and Jake just grins, because he doesn’t care if people think he has sex with his husband. He fully intends to. Once Bradshaw stops doing fucking housework.

              Bradley comes in and hand feeds him pieces of a sandwich while James continues to nap on him. The kiss Bradley presses to his forehead is sweet and soft, but the look in his eyes is hot and not soft. It sends a little thrill of anticipation through him that he’s not being fobbed off, just delayed a little. He falls back into a doze, wakes suddenly when the weight on him shifts and James’ knee goes into his bladder and far too close to his dick for comfort. He springs up, heads to the bathroom and can hear more voices, what must have woken James, who is running towards them.

              Javy and Natasha. Nix. Javy looks the same except for a streak of grey in his hair, while he can’t really remember Natasha well enough to parse any differences, she gives him a tight hug and murmurs Bagman under her breath, like an endearment.               He holds Javy in a tight hug, glad that they’ve always been the type of friends that are physically affectionate. Gets told they’ll see them at dinner tomorrow and then the house is empty. Suddenly too silent and he looks at Bradshaw, feeling a little lost.

              “Yeah, it always takes a little bit to adjust to the sudden cessation of noise,” Bradshaw says, but he’s wrapping his arms around Jake like he knows Jake needs the comfort and closeness.

              “I really like this life.”

              “So do I. Love it even. Love you too.”

              “Going to show me how much?”

              “Yeah… going to let me?”

              “You sure there’s not another task you have to run off and go and do?” Jake asks wryly and Bradshaw looks a little embarrassed.

              “You saw right through that huh?”

              “Yeah.”

              “Well, two reasons. Good reasons. One, we’re now alone and there is zero chance of us getting interrupted. And two, well I did all of the weekend chores today, which means that we can spend all of tomorrow in bed.”

              “That sure I’ll still be around?”

              “Jake, you’re you. You might go back to your time before tomorrow, and I’ll still spend the day in bed with my husband. It’s win-win for me either way.”

…           …           …

              Jesus fucking Christ this man knows his body and knows it well. Jake cannot believe how every touch is just perfectly firm or soft, the nips of teeth just enough to drive him to a whimpering mess. His fingers are trembling with anticipation as he pushes the buttons through their holes on Bradshaw’s shirt, pushing the shirt off and he’s being undressed equally efficiently, Bradshaw’s lips placing little kisses on each new part of him that’s slowly revealed.

              “You’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that? Could watch you like this for hours…”

              “That’s a cruel and unusual punishment.”

              “Mmm, sometimes…”

              “Oh fuck…”

              “Come on…”

              It quickly becomes apparent to Jake that Bradshaw knows his body intimately and he lets himself just lean into it. Bradshaw. Bradley. Bradley Bradshaw. No. He’s definitely Bradley now. He’s funny, and attentive, and he looks at Jake like he wants to eat him up and Jake is more than okay with that, despite it being a weird fucking day, he trusts Bradley, deep in his gut, and it’s not a feeling he’s going to ignore.

              “What do you want? Your choice…”

              Jake stares, wonders what they usually do, although considering this Bradley has been with Jake for over a decade, it’s likely more than what Jake has experienced. Definitely the longest relationship he’s ever had and then it hits him.

              “Oh my god, we’re married…”

              “Yep. Married sex.”

              “Oh. Oh. I want to fuck you. Can I?”

              Bradley’s eyes go dark and he’s nodding, pushing Jake back onto the bed and Jake frowns briefly, but then Bradley is kissing up his body, straddling him and his mouth drops open, the view of Bradley’s long legs either side of him breathtaking and the entire vision is searing itself into his memory. He never wants to forget this. Their cocks are both mostly hard, despite no attention having been given to them yet and he can’t wait to get the part where it does get attention.

              “I’m going to ride you. That okay?”

              “God yes, do you think I’m going to say no?”

              The smirk Bradley gives him is amused and he reaches for his knee to give him a charley horse, but Bradley captures his wrist and shakes his head, bringing both of Jake’s wrists above his head and pressing down, his face mere inches from Jake’s, his hips grinding down with a delicious amount of pressure and Jake can’t help but push up into it.

              “Uh uh uh. You keep your hands to yourself if you’re going to try and do that. Or I’ll tie you up.”

              Jake doesn’t even know where to start with that, just shakes his head, because he wants to touch; doesn’t want to blink, doesn’t want to miss anything. Of course that’s when Bradley gets off and walks away and Jake just watches his ass, can’t even complain that he’s walking away. He’s going to enjoy getting his hands on that ass. Bradley comes back with supplies, lube and a towel and tissues, along with a bottle of water, like staying hydrated is the responsible thing to do and he guesses they truly are adults or something now. Then Bradley is back on the bed, fingering himself open, eyes steadily watching Jake and it’s weirdly intense, in a way he wasn’t expecting. Intimate too. There’s one thing he isn’t seeing though and he needs to ask.

              “I, uh, condoms?”

              “Jake… oh god… we’ve been… married … for over seven years.”

              Oh.

              “Oh. Right.”

              Jake can’t believe he gets this. This man smiling at him, his hot heat encasing his cock as he lowers himself onto Jake. This doesn’t seem like a possible future to his brain, but he’s so glad that it somehow is. Somehow. His mind is splintering and he’s wondering if they have favorite positions and things they do. Surely they must after this long together. But it’s all new to him and Bradley’s fully seated on his cock, rotating his hips in tiny increments, watching Jake intently.

              “You look like you’ve done that before…” Jake says, not quite sure what to say.

              “I’m a man of many hidden talents…”

              “Sure you are… you feel really good.”

              “So do you. Very good,” Bradley says, and again there’s that pause like he’s waiting for Jake to say something. “Just… let me take care of you okay?”

              “I’m not going to argue with you,” Jake manages, his voice breaking and the little laugh Bradley lets out makes him grin in response.

              “Makes a nice change.”

…           …           …

              He wakes up the next morning and the relief he feels at still being in bed with Bradley isn’t proportionate to the amount of time he’s spent here, but he doesn’t care. He gives into the desire to kiss him, drags his entire body along the length of Bradley’s, doesn’t bother hiding his smile as he feels Bradley shift and press back.

              “Morning…”

              “Hi,” Jake breathes, and he really wants to feel Bradley on him, in him, just to be surrounded.

              “You either slept really well, or you’re still missing a chunk of time and have forgotten we have a dog that needs to be let out…”

              “Oh, so now it’s our dog. Yesterday you were saying she was only yours…”

              “Well, you did get her for me. Weird to call a gift you got me also yours…”

              “Oh. I didn’t realize.”

              “It’s okay. But I do have to go and let her out. But I’ll be right back. You want me to bring you coffee?”

              “Yeah. Please. You’re spoiling me though… I’m not running away anywhere.”

              “I know. I just… want to remind you of all the good and amazing times we have together.”

              “And are these times limited to this bed are they?”

              “No. But it is where some of them happen.”

              “You’re so cheesy.”

              “Like fondue baby…”

              “Ugh. Why do I love you?”

              “I used to ask myself that every day. Now I just accept it as one of my truths.”

              Jake bites his lip, refuses to feel embarrassed by the open way Bradley seems to communicate, realizes that he’s married to a therapist. They probably talk about their feelings all the time. Bradley’s gone to deal with Thea, and he wonders what kind of coffee he’ll be brought, because there’s what he drinks when he’s alone, and then what he drinks when he’s… not alone.

              “Here you go,” Bradley says, and he passes Jake a coffee that definitely has creamer in it, and it smells nutty and he takes a sip. It’s not the bitter black coffee he drinks when he’s deployed, when there are dozens of people watching and ready to give shit over the slightest thing. Instead it’s sweeter and far less bitter and of course Bradley knows exactly how he prefers his coffee.

              “Thanks.”

              “Anytime. Obviously. I’m going to go for a run with Thea soon. You want to stay in bed or come with us?”

              “Oh, I am definitely coming with you.”

…           …           …

              The run isn’t long, at least not by the standard he has in his head for what he should be able to do, but he does notice that his right knee has started throbbing and he’s wincing every time his foot hits the sidewalk and he notes that Thea slows down and starts whining and god, it’s like having an emotional barometer, Bradley immediately also stopping and turning and he has to know.

              “What did I do to my knee? Why does it hurt so fucking much?”

              “Oh fuck… you’re not wearing your knee brace.”

              “Why do I need a knee brace?” Jake asks, because he doesn’t need a knee brace, he’s only just turned thirty. Except this body hasn’t. This body is mid-forties…

              “You did some soft tissue damage to the LCL and ACL about four years ago. You needed rehab for about six months. You fought to get back in the air. Shit. I should have remembered.”

              “Hey, it’s okay. You can’t remember everything. What happened?” Jake asks, and he’s imagining a bad landing from an ejection, or something equally related to work.

              “You were playing soccer on the beach.”

              “What?”

              “It’s fine, you looked very manly making the dive to kick the ball. Come on, let’s get you home.”

              The walk-slash-hobble home is slightly mortifying, but the deep throbbing pain distracts him from being too mortified. Bradley makes shushing noises and pushes him into the shower and Jake feels like grumbling, but the hot water feels nice, and Bradley is passing him some pills and a water bottle, so he swallows them down. Being looked after like this is nice, and Bradley clearly knows what his body needs, even if he doesn’t. He’s gently bullied out of the shower, Bradley ignoring his attempts to try and entice him in once the painkillers kicked in. He dries off, wonders what is going to happen next, although the pile of cushions and ice pack give him a huge clue.

              “Just lie back, let me give you a massage.”

              “Oh. Yeah. That sounds great,” Jake says, immediately shifting and allowing Bradley to shove a couple of cushions under his knee and then draping the icepack over his knee. The cold is shocking but also feels good.

              “Mmm. Thought you’d like that. Just relax and let me take care of you okay?”

              The same words he’d said last night and Jake just nods.

              “How often do I fuck up my knee then? For you to be this good at massage?”

              “I don’t need an excuse to want to touch you. We did a couples massage course a couple of years ago. You return the favor plenty.”

              “I bet I do…”

              The massage starts off clinical, his left hip and leg are tight from bearing most of the weight on the walk back home, and he lets himself relax into the warm movements of Bradley’s hands on him, but it doesn’t take long before he’s getting hard, wondering if he can make this turn into sex, eyes closed as he imagines what they could do, and now that he knows his knee is sort of fucked Bradley riding him last night makes more sense.

              “You back with me?”

              “Trust me, I never left. Just realizing why you rode me last night. Guess I don’t fuck you any other way if this is how I get with just a run…”

              “Jake…” Bradley starts, and he’s clearly holding back a laugh. “You fuck me plenty. Why do you think I’m so good at giving you massages?”

              “Oh.”

              “Oh he says,” Bradley says, and he’s clearly mocking him.

              “And what about you fucking me?” Jake challenges, because he’s not in any rush to leave the bed, they’re already naked and he’s already over half-hard. He jerks his hips to bring Bradley’s attention to it, doesn’t miss the eyeroll but gasps when Bradley simply bends over him and sucks Jake’s cock into his mouth. No warning, no gentle suggestion, just straight to it and he lets out a string of non-sensical words. What’s the fucking rush, god, so good, Bradley.

              He feels a finger brush over his hole, feels Bradley shift against him, although the sheer amount of different sensations he’s currently trying to process is overwhelming. There’s the cold of the icepack, the lingering warmth of the massage, the heat of Bradley’s mouth around his cock, the scrape of stubble against his inner thighs and against his balls and less-prickly but still bristly Bradley’s moustache brushing against his pelvis. Then there are Bradley’s hand and his chest, all touching different parts of Jake’s body.

              The press of a well lubricated finger around his hole is expected and he groan, pushes toward it, hips flexing and Bradley is clearly well practiced at stretching him out while also giving him a blowjob. When he chances a look down he can’t help the jerk of his hips at the sight. Bradley’s watching him, looking aroused and smug, like he’s somehow the reason Jake is on his back, and the annoying part is he’s correct. He’s the sole reason Jake feels as good as he does right now. Bradley is careful but firm, pulling Jake down the bed by his hips, then rearranging the pillows to keep his knee raised. He wraps Jake’s good leg around his waist, presses in slowly and surely, eyes not leaving Jake’s face.

              The first few minutes are slow. Firm still, Bradley clearly still very familiar with his body and he remembers that Bradshaw was always known for his accuracy, and apparently that’s a transferable skill, even as his speed increases, he’s nailing Jake’s prostate and his breathing starts coming in little gasps, unable to suck in large lungful’s, the air already being forced out of him.

              Bradley fucks Jake so hard his head spins. He feels himself flying apart almost too soon and Bradley picks up on it to rear back a bit, slowing things down until Jake feels a sense of shaky control. And then he keeps going, fucking him slow and deep until Jake is begging him for more. They keep going like that, Bradley drawing it out, of course he would, there’s no way he’d ever do anything else to Jake in bed. Then it feels like Bradley’s the one starting to come apart. And Jake wants that, wants it badly, reaches to palm Bradley’s face, murmuring come on, come for me, come in me in his ear, Bradley’s groans going straight to his own cock.

              He’s not sure what he expected, but whatever he thought might happen, he’s not ready for the way Bradley comes back up and kisses him, slow and dirty to match the grind of his hips, how deep Bradley feels inside of him. The way he has to break the kiss with a moan, turning away, but Bradley’s still on him, all over him, everywhere, each thrust making Jake’s eyes roll back that much further in his head. The way Bradley keeps talking to him under his breath, sweet and then filthy nothings. Want to keep you like this forever. God. Jake. You’re so fucking hot.

              It’s not long before Bradley’s movements stutter to a stop and he grinds into Jake one last time, grunting out his orgasm into Jake’s neck. Jake holds him close and clenches down and loses himself so deeply in the feel of Bradley going slack and relaxed and melty against him that he nearly sees stars when he feels Bradley’s hand on his cock, barely enough room between their bodies. Slick with too much pre-come, Bradley gives Jake a few firm strokes, grinding into him again, before Jake comes, gasping and shaking. Bradley holds him tight through all of it and keeps holding him, forehead seemingly glued to Jake’s neck, even after he’s gone slack. Then he collapses onto Jake and he lets himself enjoy it.

              “God we’re good at that.”

              “Too good to be true baby…” Bradley murmurs against his neck and Jake snickers, turns his head so he can reach him and kiss him better.

…           …           …

              “Dinner with Mav and Penny tonight. And Amelia of course.”

              “Why of course?”

              Bradshaw looks at him sharply and Jake shrugs helplessly, tries to convey that he’s either still dreaming, or not this timeline’s Jake, or whatever it is that has brought him here.

              “Amelia is Penny’s daughter. So sort of like my step-sister I guess, except for the fact that she’s almost twenty years younger than me.”

              “Oh.”

              “And Javy and Nix will be there. As well as all the kids.”

              “Yeah. We’re going,” Jake states firmly. He’s had over twenty-four hours with Bradley now, wants this future with him, but also wants everyone else that slots in around them, wants to see the kids again. And Javy and Phoenix.

              “Well, I wonder if you should meet Maverick. Do you know who Pete Mitchell is?”

              Jake scoffs.

              “Of course I do. Everyone compares me to him. Air to air kills etc.”

              “Hmm. Well. That’s my dad.”

              “What?”

              “Maverick is my dad.”

              “You didn’t take his name?”

              “Oh… hmm. Actually, I’m now wondering how much you actually knew back then…” Bradley then goes pale, so pale Jake’s immediately concerned he’s going to pass out.

              “Bradley, sit down before you fall down.”

              The fact that he listens is a little alarming, and Bradley is making grabby hands for him, like he needs to be held, and Thea is also pacing and whining and he knows this isn’t good.

              “What? What’s wrong?”

              “I am sorry for what I put you through. So sorry.”

              His stomach feels suddenly weighted, sinking down and he just wants to wake up and have this all be a dream or have all his memories of the last ten years.

              “What you put me through. You mean what you’re going to put me through when I go back right?”

              “Yeah. We are…” Bradley pulls a face and Jake doesn’t need words when the expression looks so physically painful.

              “Okay. So we’re both assholes. Great.”

              “Yeah. Don’t give up on me. On us.”

              “Yeah. Okay.”

              “Promise me.”

              “Okay. I promise.”

…           …           …

              Dinner is amazing. It has the same feel as the big family dinners he remembers growing up. Even though he doesn’t remember them all, the hug Captain Mitchell gives him feels like one his dad would give, Penny as well. Amelia tugs at his collar and tells him to stop looking so happy because it’s going to make her sick. He says he makes no promises. Javy and Nix arrive late, blaming the kids for their lateness which he gives them shit about and everyone rolls their eyes like this is normal. It feels normal. He’s surrounded by the kids and people he feels like he can imagine he would consider family if he got to spend more time with them. It all feels so easy.

              When they get home they’re quiet, sleepy due to eating so much and he falls asleep with Bradley wrapped around him, feeling safe and warm.

…           ….          …

              He wakes up and it feels weird, like a hangover but without any drinking, his mind foggy and he blinks awake, looks around and he’s not in bed with Bradley Bradshaw. Hell. He’s not even on fucking land right now, on a carrier off the coast of Japan if he remembers rightly and this is where he’d been expecting to wake up a couple of days ago.

              Was it only a couple of days ago?

              It had all felt so real and he can’t believe he misses people he’s never met, hell, haven’t even been born. If they ever get born. He sucks in a sudden breath then, the sharp pain of grief hitting him hard of this idea of family being ripped away from him before he even has it. He makes it through the morning by sheer force of will and muscle memory, before he’s called into the commodore’s office.

              He’s being called back to Top Gun.

[pinkishpearls]

Jude with a journalist reader inspired by that Italian journalist and she flirts with him during the interview and takes him home and doms him

mentes sucias

a jude bellingham fic

requested by anon

sub!jude x dom!reader / smut / riding / flirting / spanish used / times skips, also!

mentes sucias = dirty minds

applying the last layer of lipgloss, you pucker up your lips to even out the liquid, the pinkish gradient smoothing out. “ready?” the camera man says, and you nod in response, flashing him an appealing smile as you get given a mic.

“man of the match, must feel good right?” you speak into the mic, moving it so it sits under jude’s mouth. “yeah- it. it feels really good.” he smiles, his teeth meeting his bottom lip to contain his big grin. your cheeks automatically flush, growing in temperature at the innocent motion. your friend stands stationery behind you, smiling and constantly flashing you thumbs up to signal you’ve done good, you smile back at her.

“te gustaría venir a casa conmigo hoy?”

(would you like to come home with me today?)

you chortle, quickly getting driven cocky as you thought jude wasn’t fairly strong in spanish. you friend gasps behind you, her lips curling upwards at your funny little joke. “i would love to come home with you today!” he winks and you felt your heart skip or beat, or completely stop. “w-what?” you stammer, your face contorted into shock as you’d just flirted with jude bellingham, on live TV. he chuckles once more, now gently placing his hand on your shoulder, “i’m just playing with you.” he reassures, a devilish look arriving at his face. “alright, thank you!” the producer yells as the cameras click off; you sigh a sigh of relief as if it had been caught in your throat all interview. “hey-“ jude catches onto your fast pace walking,

“realmente me encantaría volver a casa contigo hoy, mi amor.

(i would really love to come home with you today, my love.)

his grin never falls of his face, and this time, it’s even bigger. out of shock, you look around, your eyes travelling a bit too far; his hard on pokes out of his bright, white shorts.

“es difícil para mí, ¿eh, jude?”

(hard for me, huh, jude?)

you coyly inquire. you step closer to him, his face now inches away from yours.

“sí, lo soy, por favor ayúdame en casa. quiero que me arruines, cariño.”

(yes i am, please help me at home. i want you to ruin me, darling.)

out the window your professionalism goes.

jude cries out, his head drowning into your silk sheets as you ram him into you. the feeling was euphoric, and definitely new seeming as when you woke up today you were not expecting to be fucking the world famous footballer, jude bellingham. “o-oh fuck.” his eyes flutter shut, his hands groping you body as your hips rub vigorously against his. his back arches up continuously, immediately being slammed back down roughly when your petite hands meet his chest. “your doing- so good for me, mi amor.” you praise, your face inches away from his as you dip down and plant a kiss on his cheek. he smiles, sighing out as he does so as he gets sucked into utter bliss. his mind traces off, letting you do the work as you give him the time of his life.

your skin against his makes both of you let out lewd whimpers and moans; the euphoric mess getting too much or both of you. “gonna- cum! fuck!” jude curses out, his mouth falling more agape as he lets out a melody of lewd, slutty moans. his plump lips meet each other, his teeth sinking into the bottom of his lips to contain the profanities escaping them. “go on, cum for me.” you insist, your eyes meeting his before his hips buck up. you inhale deeply as you feel his dick jitter inside of you, before his warm liquid meets your entrance, coating them in white, strips of cum.

[calisaalutforchriss]

☆I need rest now, got me bummed out☆

M.S

summary: y/n, nick, matt, and chris, went to the mall. matt was being a dick to y/n. she cried in the bathrooms. nick got pissed off and yelled at matt. when she came back, matt said he didnt wanna go farther with the relationship. but thankfully, her best friend nick, is there for her.

a/n: guys ive been slacking sm, im so sorry. anywho, if you dont like it, idc, i could care less. youre the one reading. tysm for the requests. i love writing fluff. angst, cussing, use of y/n, crying, all photos r from pintrest.

𝕾𝖐𝖎𝖇𝖎𝖉𝖎 𝕿𝖔𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖙

we got in the car, i sat next to matt. my boyfriend. i was so happy to go to the mall. i needed some new makeup, clothes, and a new pair of high heels. i was in the front seat with matt, chirs was in the back with nick. nick was begging me to give him the aux cord.

"come on, please?" nick begged

"no, you listen to fucking garbage." matt said coldly

my eyes widend. damn.

"fuck you, bitch" nick rolled his eyes

yup. typical nick response.

"how far is the mall?" i asked, trying to change the topic.

"i dont fucking know, check on your phone." matt said in a harsh voice

i nodded my head, a bit stunned. he never acted like this before...or at least not to me.

"uh...20 minutes?!" i was stunned, the mall was never that far.

"youre picked the wrong mall, idiot." matt says, his eyes not leaving the road.

"stop being a dick, matthew." nick said, eye bawling him in the review mirror.

"nobody asked you." matt protested, pulling into the parking lot.

i almost felt tears in my eyes. why is matt being a dick?...

"lets go y/n." nick said. we both got out the car. chris and matt bickered as we got into the mall.

"will you two just shut the fuck up?" nick asks, turning around at them as we walked into the food court.

"nick, were in public." chris whispers.

"i could give a fuck less. matt...whyre you being a dick?" nick asks, pointing at his chest.

"im not, you idiot." matt protests more.

"see? dick behavior." chris buds in.

"im gonna go to victoria's secret..." i say quietly and timidly.

"good. go." matt claps back.

i nod my head and walk to victoria's secret. but...i took an extra left, heading to the bathroom. i open the door and get in the stall. i sit on the toilet and cry. what. is. matt's. problem?!

bing!

a text from chris.

c: where are you? me and nick came to find you in the victoria's secret, but we cant.

oh shit...

y: oh yeah, sorry! im in the restroom, just had to touch up my makeup.

little did he know, my makeup was ruined.

i got up, and looked in the mirror. oh no...my makeup is smeared. everywhere...

c: do you mind hurrying up? no rush, but...kinda rush lol.

y: yeah! yeah! sorry, ill be out soon.

i immediately ran out, my heels clanking against the cold floor. i met chris.

"hey!" i say, smiling like nothing happened.

"what the hell happened?" nick asks, before i could respond matt buds in.

"damn, you look horrible. ugly, even." matt adds, chuckling.

i was absolutely speechless.

"i think we should go back home." chris adds, a look of sorry and worry in his eyes as a tear streams down my cheek.

the car ride home was absolute torture. no one talked. no one smiled. matt didnt put his hand on my thigh. my eyes didnt escape the trees from out the winodow.

"we're home." chris says softly.

"no shit." matt says, with attitude.

we all walked inside, i go into matts room. like i do, everyday.

"do you need a ride home or something? get like and uber or lyft." matt says, almost like he was implying, "get out"

"am i not staying?..." i asked, fidgeting with his pillow.

"look y/n. i dont think were gonna work out. im so done with our relationship. we cant keep going. youre amazing, y/n. you really are, but i cant."

what?...

"wait...what? lets talk about it first." i say, a tear streaming down my face as i quickly wiped it.

"no. i cant. ive made my decision."

i didnt say anything. i wanted to fight for us, dont get me wrong. but...with matt...hes always right...

"fine."

i grabbed my bag and put my nike pandas on. i walked out, into nicks room.

"b-bye, nick. i love you and ill call you later, mkay?..." i said as i hugged him.

"arent you staying over?" nick asks, confused and hugged me back.

"im going home. me and matt are over." i blurted out, not letting him go.

"aw, no n/n. hes a dick anyway. youre perfect. hes short and has nose hair longer than his scalp hair. he stinks and showers in brown water. youre so beautiful, sweet, charismatic, and most importantly; sexy." nick added with kissy lips.

i laughed and let go of him, i sniffed and smiled.

"thanks." i gave him a quick squeeze before getting in my jeep. i drove home. that night, i cried. and cried. and cried.

1 MONTH LATER BITCH

i smiled as i laughed with nick on the phone, we were talking about the latest Rue Paul episode.

n: "and thats what im talking about!!"

we laughed and laughed.

bing!

oh...a text from matt...how wonderful...not.

the text read; "please come over, im bored."

y: "hell no." i muttered to myself.

n: "huh?"

i giggled

y: "not you, this dumbass wants me to come over. hold on."

"i need rest now, you got me bummed out🙄🙄🙄"

i hit the sent button and smiled.

y: "right?! trixie mattel is who i am mentally!"

i said in a giggle to nick.

@daniyummy thanks for thr rqqqq ilysmmm im sorry i hate this smmmmmmmmmmm

[n6ptunova]

love is (not) easy • chris sturniolo

a/n: i’m back? sorry i disappeared i had no motivation to write & life was kicking my ass, anyway there might be a pt2 to this lmk if you wanna see it or if i should burn it😭

summary: you & chris are best friends, you like him but have no idea how he feels abt you.

warnings: kinda angsty

chris and i have been friends for two years. we met through mutual friends during a party and have been inseparable ever since.

i’m good friends with his brothers too, but something’s different about chris. we immediately clicked that night. laughing at each other’s jokes even when no one else found it funny, bonding over similar interests, and playfully arguing over our differences. it was singlehandedly the best night of my life.

i was convinced i met my soulmate, though, back then i would’ve called it platonic. but anyone with a pair of eyes could see we liked each other. the problem is… we both have commitment issues, we’re scared of what could be. i’m tired of feeling like this.

i’m not good at making the first move so i’ve been trying to drop subtle hints to show my feelings for him. i let him catch me staring at him, i let our hugs linger a little longer than usual, i even started complimenting him more which wasn’t really a part of our dynamic. maybe he didn’t notice yet. or maybe the problem is that he did notice…

now i have a different fear, the fear of losing him. what if he’s weirded out by the way i’m acting, what if waiting too long will make him slip away from me? every time a girl flirts with him at a party i hold my breath hoping he’d shrug her off and come talk to me- and he usually does. until that one night.

we got invited to a party one night and each went to socialize with different friend circles. i look over at chris and spot a girl who’s all over him, giggling way too much, holding his arm and getting closer and closer to him. this is a regular occurrence, i get it, he’s an attractive man but he usually brushes them off.

except this time, he doesn’t move away like he usually does. he doesn’t excuse himself to come sit with me like i’m used to. if anything, it looks like he just deliberately said something to make her laugh more. why was he doing this?

did he actually like her? attracted maybe? but he’s not the hook-up type. i already lost interest in the conversation i was in and began eyeing chris and that girl closely. watching as she leaned close to his ear and whispered something. she was smirking, her eyes looking up at him waiting for an answer to which he looked a little hesitant. it was at that point that he glanced at me and i quickly looked away, not wanting him to see the jealousy in my eyes.

i waited a few seconds before looking back and saw them move from the spot they were in, hand in hand, as she leads him to an empty room. and he was just…following her. my heart beat faster with each step they took, skipping a beat when she pulled him in and shut the door behind them.

i couldn’t take it anymore. i had to leave.

without saying goodbye to anyone, i walked out the front door teary-eyed and headed straight for my car. as soon as i was alone i broke down crying and started replaying the image of them together, wondering what they’re doing up there. what was he doing. why was he doing this?