#or because he finds you incredibly hot and he's looking at you in a sinister way

[oranpo]

muse amused

[robinsdearest]

This isn't what it looks like

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Five times the birds catch you, and the one time Bruce finally does.

Damian catches you first. It’s late in the night, or early in the morning, depending on how you view the clock. Six one way, half a dozen the other. No matter because your youngest is already demanding an answer for your whereabouts. He can tell something is wrong from the way you jump from your skin when he surprises you. He found you walking up the stairs from the BatCave, and your question regarding his bedtime was dismissed quickly.  You have a certain smell to you that he immediately places. His interrogation is thorough, you do admit to yourself, because he simply cares about you and your safety. He also loves his father and you can see the conflict in his eyes as the gears in his head turn and turn.  You try your very best to explain the circumstance, but you are failing miserably and cannot fully mitigate this instance. You think your secret will be revealed to Bruce before Damian gives you a slight nod after careful consideration.  Damian promises to keep your secret in return for a new pet. Your immediate question is to know which one he wants. You're not above buying compliance.

Jason catches you second. His confrontation is less aggressive than Damian’s turned out to be. You’re not even home when the Red Hood finds you. You’re coming out of an unremarkable garage when he drops from the roof right in front of you. Your yelp of surprise sends a flock of birds scattering to the wind. Jason only crosses his arm to stare at you in silence while you fidget under his glare.  You are blessedly given another chance to explain the circumstance, and Jason is much more receptive and understanding. His gaze flicks between you and the open door to the garage. When he finally spots what sits there, his arms go slack. He takes off the hood and simply listens to the rest of your story. Once you’re done and you think he’s going to call Bruce, Jason throws an arm around your shoulder and steers you back to the garage. He has a few items to negotiate for his silence. 

Tim catches you third. In truth, you had thought he would be the first to catch you. His hacking and investigative skills rivaled that of Bruce’s on a bad day and far exceeded Question’s on a good day.  You thought you had erased any trail of your small venture out of town, but it seems even attempting to cover your tracks was foolish, as this was child’s play for Red Robin. Tim sits in front of the computer and brings up a map of the area you have just returned from. Your face is hot with strong embarrassment as you grip your bag. He slowly turns the chair to face you, an inquisitive eyebrow raised waiting for your defense. You try to plead your case with hard evidence and logical reasoning: it really was a small venture, and you were only gone for less than ten hours, which is amazing in this day of age, and- In an incredibly surprising twist of fate, Tim only acknowledges your story by removing the map from the screen and deleting the record logs. He sips his coffee and tosses his head towards the exit, dismissing you entirely. Your knuckles are white and tight wrapped around your bag as you head upstairs. 

Cassandra catches you fourth. She’s so quiet, you didn’t even realize she was with you until she tapped your shoulder. Your scream is shrill and you thought the glass from the small window would burst. After your body doesn’t fail you with an imminent heart attack, you look back to Cass as her small smile grows into something more sinister.  You don’t even have a good explanation for tonight’s journey. Your plans are in ten minutes, and if you don't show up on time, your company is going to be so upset. You try and explain as quickly as possible. As she sits there and listens to you, you finally realize that maybe your kids are in on it all together and are waiting for the perfect moment to expose you. Too many people are going to know, and you know Bruce would kill you- even worse, potentially divorce you- if he found out.  She signs something that allows your shoulders to finally relax. 

Dick catches you fifth. He’s more disappointed than angry, in reality. Damian had confessed to him in a bit of panic when you hadn’t returned to the Manor after a few hours of being gone. Dick had cornered you in your study as you were finishing a few additional work papers the next day. He demanded to know why you were doing it, if Bruce’s happiness wasn’t enough for you, or if you wanted to send the man to an early grave. You could tell Dick is hurt, and you feel more guilty than you ever had before. You hadn’t taken into account the feelings of your own kids until this conversation.  You know your begging doesn’t work on your oldest; he learned his puppy dog eyes from you, and they’re not very effective when used on each other. Instead, you offer him another solution as an explanation enough. He begrudgingly agrees and follows you out of the manor. A few hours later, Dick is breathless, yet still promises to keep his mouth shut for the time being.

When Bruce finally catches you, he’s shocked, to say the least. Devastated at best.  “You’ve got to be joking.” He’s standing in the middle of the Batcave, sans any and all gear or kevlar. Damn, you had really banked on the Batman being in Metropolis tonight.  “I can explain, I promise!” You have the thought to tell him how good he looks in gray sweatpants, but his face is contorted in anger.  “How long has this been going on? How many times?” He’s circling you in that predator way that you’ve seen Batman circle villains on the street.  You can do nothing but toy with the hem of your shirt that still smells like gasoline and the outside winter air. You sit in the chair next to the Batcycle, the heat of the motor singing a few hairs on your arm.  You had finally been caught, by Bruce, nonetheless. He is for sure going to divorce you; death would be too kind. You explain what has been going on, and like too good of a man, he listens until you are finished speaking.  Bruce calls each of your kids to the cave. When they finally arrive, Bruce demands the truth. To their credit, not one of them lies, and they confirm your story. 

“Hold on.” He stops them from speaking as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re standing there, telling me, that my wife- my wife with almost no training- has been going out at night in the military-grade vehicles specifically made for fighting crime, for months, and not a single one of you was going to tell me?”  You didn't think you had the heart to tell him it was closer to a year. Damian spoke though. “Father, I found her after taking the Batcopter a few months ago.” You couldn’t sleep that night while Bruce was patrolling, so you took the helicopter to Wayne Enterprises to get a few things of work done. It wasn’t the first time you had stolen one of the many vehicles Batman hoards, but it was the first time you had gotten caught.  Bruce’s eyes are digging into you, and you do feel a little guilty now for not telling him any of this.  Jason yells from across the cave. “She had the Batmobile across town.” You had taken the tumbler out to go meet Lucius for a few improvements to the vehicle’s controls; the brake was sticking and you knew it would cause problems for Bruce eventually. You could see Jason’s shit-eating grin from your seat. Bruce held his head with both hands now. “We switched out the tires, too old man.”  Tim didn’t even look up from the computer. “Batplane. She flew to Jamaica and back a couple weeks ago.”  Bruce whips his head to you.  “Alfred said he needed jerk spice, and you know he only likes the traditional kind from the stores in Kingston!” You cry.  Cassandra is only sitting on the boat, which is confirmation enough for Bruce as he turns her way. She had been sitting in the boat cabin while you crossed the Delaware Bay to visit Metropolis for a happy hour with Lois and Diana. You let Cassandra drive the boat back while you talked about your night with the other women.  Dick calls out finally. “B, I was going to tell you after I caught her with the motorcycle.” Bruce throws his arms up as he knows that a contrasting statement is coming. You crack a small smile when it does. “But she challenged me to a race, and I couldn’t say no. She beat me across town, and the punishment for not winning was keeping quiet. That was a few days ago.”  Bruce lets out a mirthless laugh before turning back to you. You give your husband of nearly two decades a sheepish grin. He comes over and drops to squat before you. He takes your left hand where your wedding band proudly sits on your ring finger. He toys with it for a second before turning your hand over and kissing your palm. He sighs dejectedly and lifts his head to kiss you properly.  “You should have told me. I would have made time to make sure things were safe.”  “I didn’t want to worry you. Also, I can take care of myself with my minimum training." You kiss his nose so that he stops scrunching it. "Besides, be proud that our children worked together to help me keep this secret to maintain your sanity. We love you, just remember that." “So you told everyone but me and Alfred?”  You wince, and the movement makes Bruce slap his forehead. He mutters something small beneath his breath that sounds an awful lot like a prayer.  “Alfred might have been the one who gave me the keys for everything.”

[auspicioustidings]

Lost Boys

Summary: Shameless COD Lost Boys AU as an excuse to try writing some smut because @ohbo-ohno has been killing me.

Words: 3.7k

CW: Dubcon bordering on noncon, rough sex

One thing about Santa Carla she could not stomach? All the damn locals.

She was used to working in Coney Island and she had thought this boardwalk out in California wouldn't be much different. She had been immediately proven wrong when she had arrived a week ago, moving in to a falling apart cabin out on the edge of town that Keegan had sworn up and down would be her dream home if she was willing to fix it up. He hadn't really explained how he came to own the place, but then he was the definition of a carny if she ever knew there to be one. She was pretty sure there wasn't one amusement park that man had not worked at, although conversations always seemed to draw back to Santa Carla.

It wasn't like his charming convincing had been the only reason she'd found herself here. She loved Coney Island, had practically grown up on the Thunderbolt, was damn near inconsolable when they shut it 5 years ago. But Coney Island now was not the same as the one she grew up with, everyone who worked there felt it. The rides were falling apart, closing or being torn down. Two people she knew had been shot this year alone. The place turned into an open air brothel at night it felt like, and not in the fun way back when it had all been music and moonlight and sex and rock and roll. It was sad.

Plus she was dirt poor, the decline of the amusements meaning she wasn't picking up as much work. If Keegan had wormed his way into her head with all his talk about how dangerous a neighbourhood she lived in, how much safer an actual house would be, how if someone would renovate it he wouldn't even charge rent because it would really help him out since he was currently travelling, well then she had been stupid enough not to pick up on the obvious trap.

Falling apart and very eerily decorated cabin aside, her first day on the Boardwalk felt like a series of increasing red flags. She loved the scent of the place, the bright cars grinding against their chains as they were dragged bodily up to the summit of the coaster under the hot sun, the sticky sweetness of candy apples being cut through with the salt the surfers dragged with them from the sea, the slight undertone of something mischievous, something even sinister. Any boardwalk she had been to had that same undercurrent, the same lurking sense of danger that sent her heartbeat running in excitement. This one it was dialled all the way to 11.

"Oi chiquita! I've not seen you around here before."

She turned. Surfer, well 2 of them actually. The one who had spoken was older than her in a way that really made his handsomeness cause her to scold herself. No sleeping with older men on your first day in a new city, even if the accent was like molasses. The one next to him was younger. Both incredible looking if she was honest, Keegan had not been kidding when he had said the people in Santa Carla were deathly attractive.

"Maybe I'm a tourist" she replied.

"Ah a pretty thing like you visiting all alone? You'll get eaten right up" said the other, both of them looking at her with an amusement over a joke she was not in on.

"Good thing I'm so bitter then, reckon I'll get spat right back out."

They laughed and she kept a light look of friendly amusement on her face, internally thinking that these guys were rude as fuck. She near jumped out of her skin when she felt a breath at her neck, whipping her head around to find a female surfer had sniffed at her throat.

"Ella huele dulce, ella sabrá más dulce" the newcomer purred.

"Atrás Valeria" the older man snapped.

"You're so up tight Alejandro" Valeria laughed meanly before turning to look at her, eyes dragging up and down in heated appraisal. "If you get bored of them, you'll come find me won't you dalzura?"

With that the woman sauntered off towards the beach, all arrogance and sex appeal. It wasn't like she hadn't heard her fair share of pick-up lines and come ons, it was practically a given when you worked at places like these, but it was rarer for a woman to come on to her and rarer still for the woman to have such an aggression about her. She'd be lying if it didn't cause a little spark of excitement to zip up her spine.

Alejandro and the other man watched Valeria go with something like suspicion.

"Be careful after dark, the boardwalk gets crowded with all sorts" the younger man said with a knowing wink.

"If you're still around tomorrow in the sunshine, me and Rudy will be on the waves" Alejandro added before they both took off after Valeria, seemingly intent on getting into some sort of fight.

Odd trio she thought, but most people who lived near places like this were. The locals only got odder as the day went on.

An absolute giant of a man in a hood whose eyes had narrowed in on her when she passed him, an exhibit in a freak show. The chains on him must have been for show, but the way they strained when he had lunged at her actually did make her jump.

The Southern man who seemed to have some sort of control over all of the game stalls, told her when she had tried out the ring toss that his shadows had been telling him she had won most of the games she had tried but not taken any prizes. It ran a chill up her spine the way he eyed her when he introduced himself, the name Graves spilling off his tongue like whisky.

The one who actually gave her a job, Alex, seemed normal enough, the only thing out of the ordinary being a false leg. Well normal enough until it became apparent he was very knowledgeable about Santa Carla being the murder capital of the world. She didn't like that he spoke about it like it was something exciting, but as long as she had money in hand to operate a carousel she could overlook his quirks. He told her she could work the evening shift after watching her carefully run through things, proving that this was all familiar to her. This one had brass rings, she knew she'd probably spend her evening ducking out of the way of them when rowdy ride goers decided they would rather hit someone than redeem the ring for a free ride.

--

With the last wash of sunlight she wandered the shops around the area, sliding into a video store just as night fell to see if she couldn't find something to watch when she would get home after her first shift. Maybe Hellraiser was out on VHS now, she had missed it in the theatre and Keegan had told her it was fun.

"Hello there. John Price, how can I help?"

Back in New York it wasn't uncommon to hear a British accent, but this was the first one she had heard here. The man it came from was tall and had a hell of a beard. Bit eccentric looking with a fishing hat on his head, but with the people she was coming across today that seemed par for the course.

"Hi sir! Is Hellraiser out yet?" she asked as politely as she could muster. She knew that she was as much a carny as Keegan and that it tended to make respectable older people intensely dislike her from the get go if she didn't do everything to assure them she was an upstanding young lady.

"Horror fan?"

"A friend recommended it, to be honest I'm not sure what it's about."

She heard the bell going off, more people coming into the store. Her eyes caught on them, not least because one of them was in a skull mask. Tall as well, God so many people on this Boardwalk dwarfed her. Mr Price reacted very much like he knew them and was keeping an eye on them. The one with the mohawk was staring openly at her, leaning over to whisper something to the one with the moustache. Probably trouble makers, young men who lived in the area and were generally a nuisance on the Boardwalk. It got her back up a little, she had always hated people like them bullying everyone else, menacing businesses in the area because they were bored.

Mr Price had his arms crossed as him and the masked one stared at one another. To try de-escalate whatever this was she put a hand gently to one of his forearms.

"I'm happy to take any recommendations from you though."

Her attempt both worked and failed. Mr Price did turn his attention back to her, giving her a soft smile that all but made her melt. He seemed like a genuinely lovely man, the first one of the day. It was somewhat ruined by the boisterous laughter of the one with the mohawk.

"Look at this wee lassie, speaking all bonnie" he laughed, his rumbling accent and mocking putting her firmly in a place between annoyed and aroused.

He took a few steps forward, getting into her space. God he didn't half loom over her and he was not even the tallest man here. With him on one side of her and Mr Price on the other she felt like a prey animal. She could not tear her eyes away from the Scottish man as he grinned down at her. He was magnetic in the way watching an acrobat was, it felt like someone could die at any moment but she couldn't help but look. His rough hand carded through her hair and settled at her neck and she was sure he was about to kiss her. There was something terrifying about his presence the more she was in it, if he kissed her she thought her fight or flight might fail her and go instead to freeze.

"That's enough" Mr Price said, snapping her out of the odd trance she felt she was in. "You have a shift to get to love, on you go" he continued, putting a firm hand to the small of her back and steering her a little to get her moving towards the door.

The other man only moved when the one in the mask wrapped a gloved hand around the back of his neck, squeezing like she imagined someone would do to an errant mutt. It wasn't until she was out in the open air and gulping in breaths that she realised she had never told Mr Price she had a shift that evening. Word must travel fast here she supposed.

--

Her first night on the Boardwalk had put her out of her mind. God it was like being punched in the face with the ghost of what Coney Island should have been; swarmed with bodies that choked out all the oxygen, making it difficult to breathe anything that wasn't thick with the taste of the writhing masses. It made her sick in a way that bordered on delirium.

The carousel was always full, the music throbbing all the way into her molars. The bright colours flooding with artificial light meant she couldn't see much beyond the machine, feeling like she existed on a tiny island of horses and bodies. Touch was the only sense she felt she could trust now, a sensation that was what made her fall in love with this line of work in the first place. She would drag her hands past the horses, grip the brass rings so tight it made her knuckles white before returning them to the dispenser for the next person to try their hand, walk against the direction of the floor just to feel the breeze prickle goosebumps on her skin.

The hand on her arm felt searing hot.

"There you are, didn't even introduce yourself before you were running off like a scared little doe."

The man in the skull mask had a voice like gravel, speaking right into her ear to be heard over the music. It made it feel intimate knowing that the sound of him would not travel to anyone else, that it was only for her. She could not let him know that she was scared of him, of any of them. If she was going to work here, she needed the locals to know she could hold her own, that she wasn't someone for them to mess around with.

"I'm not scared, certainly not of you" she lied, puffing out her chest.

"Prove it."

He left her standing there dumbstruck, shaking and feeling slick between her legs from the way he had growled it into her ear. The moment he was off of the carousel it was like he had melted into the crowd beyond. Alex showed up at some point, she didn't know how long it had been, and told her that he would take over. His eyes were bright and excited and it made her want to throw up.

--

He was waiting for her, the skull mask man. Her stomach was doing flips at the sight of him on a bike. She thought it might fully turn itself inside out when the Scottish man materialised behind her, pressing his nose to her pulse point before tugging at her earlobe with his teeth. Sharp, they felt sharp.

"Ghost says yer naw a fraidey cat, reckons you'd be willing to prove it" he cooed into her ear, big hands wrapping around her waist and lifting her onto the back of the bike behind Ghost. "Better hold on, he's naw going tae go slow."

Before she could get herself right back off of the bike one of Ghost's hands grabbed her arm, wrenching it around his waist and holding it there in a vice grip. When the bike took off she had little choice but to wrap the other arm around to avoid being thrown off, screaming into his ear to let her go. He did, putting his second hand back to the handles. At the speed they were going it didn't help, she had to keep clinging. She heard the howling of the Scottish man, on his own bike speeding along next to them.

She was scared out of her mind but the solidness of the body she was wrapped around and the hard vibrating of the seat between her legs was torturous in a way that was so sickeningly incompatible with her fear.

When they stopped she was dazed, trying to resist the whine that wanted to escape when the engine cut out and the bike stilled beneath her. The body in front of her shifted, moving until he was sat facing her. She put her hands to his shoulders, meaning to use them as leverage to push herself up and off the bike but instead The Scottish man pushed her back down from behind, his hand quickly moving from her shoulders down her front.

"Fuck baby, ye enjoy that huh? Could see ye grinding down whenever Si revved up" he groaned, groping roughly at her tits.

This was wrong, she should not be here. She should not be doing this. The adrenaline was so she could get out of this situation, not so she could moan loudly when his fingers found her nipple and fucking twisted.

"I already know you're soaked, can smell it pet" Ghost said, almost cruel, before biting off a glove and shoving a hand into her pants. He stroked two fingers up the length of her cunt, making sure his nail caught her clit the second time and laughing at her when she cried out at the sensation. Watching him withdraw his hand and show his glistening fingers to the man behind her made humiliation burn through her.

"Open up Johnny."

She was caught in the middle of them as Johnny took Ghost's fingers in his mouth, moaning as he messily suckled her off of them. There was no music here, no crowds to cover the noises of Johnny sloppily choking himself on Ghost's fingers, his saliva dripping onto her shoulder.

"Please Si, please let me eat her" he begged around Ghost's fingers and fuck if that didn't make her clench.

"Patience Johnny" Ghost scolded in response, withdrawing his fingers and grabbing at her jeans, pulling them off of her. It was a little awkward with how they were positioned, but once he got one leg off of her foot he just left her jeans dangling from the other, not bothering to get them all the way off now that he had the access he wanted.

The cool night air smacked onto her bare skin like an open palm. He rucked up her shirt next, pushing her down until her lower back hit the bike in the process so that her head was hanging off the end, lined right up with Johnny's dick which was visibly straining against his pants.

She tried to bring herself back up only to scream when a hand slapped hard onto her pussy, the thin fabric of her soaked panties doing little to soften the blow.

"Stay fucking still doll unless I tell you otherwise" Ghost growled at her.

He didn't take her panties off, just shoved them out of the way so he could spear two fingers into her. She yelped, trying to move back but only managed to grind her face against Johnny who growled long and low.

"So fucking tight" Ghost hissed, pumping his fingers in and out, "Johnny get her to relax would you?"

She could hardly breathe when Johnny leaned over her, clothed dick pushing relentlessly against her face, so that he could grip onto her hips and start lapping at her clit over her panties. She weakly pounded her fists against his thighs but if he could feel it then he wasn't reacting, seemingly lost in the task at hand.

"That's it, such a little slut for it, making a fucking mess of my bike."

It was overwhelming, the lack of oxygen, the feeling of Johnny sucking and licking at her clit like he was made for it, the fingers pistoning in and out, Ghost's degrading. Her hips tried desperately to buck up but Johnny only growled like an animal and held them roughly down as she came, not letting up for even a second.

The tears were streaming from her eyes by the time they made her cum again, a delicious stretch coming from Ghost adding a third finger. Johnny was rock hard against her face, rutting into her and starting to whine.

"Si, please. Please I'll be good. I'll be so good. Need her bonnie mouth around my cock or I'm gonna die. Please" he begged incoherently.

She was boneless when Johnny stood, giving her some breathing room. The pathetic whine she gave when Simon's fingers left her cunt should have been embarrassing, but she was barely able to formulate a full thought. The sound of clothing being adjusted should have been the first clue that they were nowhere near done. The sight of a throbbing cock at her lips was a pretty big second one.

"Come on, there ye go lass, fuuuuuck that's it" Johnny hissed as he pushed himself into her mouth. Nobody had ever been in her mouth at this angle, her head dangling upside down. He kept pushing in even when her panic response set in at the intrusion, hands battering against his legs and she gagged around him and tried to shift away, further towards where Ghost was sitting.

She screamed around the cock in her throat when Ghost rammed himself into her.

"I said stay fucking still!" he growled, leaving no time for adjustment before setting a hard and fast pace, every thrust sending her jolting back onto Johnny's dick.

Fuck it was so much, she was so full, she couldn't fucking breathe. Johnny had a hand around her throat, feeling his own bulge there as he fucked in and out of her.

"Steamin' Jesus, you take cock like a fucking dream bonnie."

The reverence he said it with sent her hurtling towards another orgasm, the pain still just on the side of pleasure.

"Fucking slut, trying to milk me aren't you? Want me to cum in this pretty little cunt and knock you up doll? Is that it?"

"Fuck Si, need tae cum, please let me cum."

Ghost was growling, not giving her a break as he fucked her through her orgasm to the point that the overstimulation was painful. Johnny's thrusts were erratic now, making it even harder to figure out when to breathe.

"Earn it, make her cum again."

She was pretty sure she would die if she came again, but Johnny leaned over her body and went right back to work, slobbering all over her clit as Ghost continued to mercilessly piston in and out of her. She tried to squirm, tried to do anything to get Johnny's mouth the fuck off of her. The hand around her throat squeezed.

"Fucking take it" he growled against her clit, a sharp sting from an incisor grazing against it jolting her before he sucked hard. She howled around his cock and felt herself squeeze hard against Ghost's as she saw stars.

"That's it, good fucking girl" Ghost hissed, burying himself to the hilt and letting that delicious squeeze milk him dry inside her.

She was so thoroughly fucked out that when Johnny came down her throat she couldn't swallow, just choking and sputtering as she hung limply off of the bike. When hands gently pushed her back up so she was sat upright the blood all rushing back down from her head made her pass out.

It could have been seconds or hours later when she screamed herself back into consciousness, feeling the sharp sting of teeth sinking into the flesh of her throat.

[mha-cuties-pls]

Dark Desires.

You, a new member of The League of Villains, find yourself in a compromising position with your boss one night, and things don’t go as you initially expected.

Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader | Words: 2.8k | Rating: M | genre: smut

Shigaraki stopped in his tracks when he heard you through your door; Looks like you forgot to shut it completely.

Again.

Another soft moan escaped from inside your room that intrigued Shigaraki far too much to simply walk away. Then he heard it again,

"Shigaraki."

He felt his cock twitch inside the sweatpants he was wearing. Were you moaning his name?

Ever since you joined The League, Shigaraki took a special interest towards you. At first, he thought it was simply because you were the perfect recruit. You were fast, strong, and decently experienced in combat; He often stopped by your trainings with the others to see how you were progressing. It wasn't until that fateful day, around two weeks ago, that Shigaraki realized exactly why it was he seemed to be so incredibly drawn to you.

Watching as you maneuvered your way around your sparing partner, Shigaraki seemed throughly impressed. You were pairing nicely against your opponent, he thought as he saw you face against your weaknesses with vast improvements.

But suddenly, the vines created from your opponents quirk began to tangle themselves around you. You would have been trapped, but as you felt the scratch of thorns against your skin you escaped quickly, sliding out from under your shirt and falling on the ground in an act of quick thinking; Only now, you were topless.

Your newly exposed breasts caused your male opponent to falter and stare for a bit, giving you a perfect opening to deliver your final blow with precision. Giddy from your victory, you threw your arms up triumphantly and jumped a few times in victory, not realizing Shigarakis eyes were glued onto you from the balcony where he stood watching.

Ever since that day, Shigarakis mind couldn't help but fill with aggressively smutty thoughts about you. He wondered every day what you would like underneath him, your plump chest and supple skin exposed for his pleasure as he pounded into your tight pussy. He wondered what you would look like, what you would sound like.

Until today, that was.

Now, as he stood in front of the cracked door to your room, he was able to get a sneak peak of you at your most vulnerable.

And you looked absolutely delicious to him. Writhing around on your bed with one hand down your pants and the other caressing your bare chest as your eyes were shut. He almost wondered what had gotten you so hot and bothered, but the next second, you moaned out again.

"Oh, Tomoura please-"

Before you were able to get another word out, you jumped up quickly as the door flew open, your hands retreating from the obviously naughty positions they were in just a moment before. Your face burned bright red as you looked sheepishly at the man who suddenly barged through your door. Shigaraki?! Oh my god, did he hear me just now? "What, um," you stuttered, your eyes trying to look anywhere but at him, "what are you doing in here?" Seriously? That's the best you could come up with?

But as you stared at your boss, you saw the desire that burned behind his red eyes. Turning around, he quickly locked the door to your room, just as you should’ve done in the first place, before going back to over to you with a devilish grin plastered on his face. "Are you saying, that you'd rather I not be in here?" He moved close, so that he was inches from your face, and you were sure he could feel the heat coming off of it. "Because I heard your voice moaning my name." His clothed hand caressed your face, and without even hesitating you leaned into it with a deep sigh, causing his smirk to grow even more sinister. "How could I deny an opportunity to corrupt such a pretty little thing?"

Bashful, you looked down, not believing the encounter you had been dreaming about since you first laid eyes on your alluring superior was finally happening. But he was quick to grab your chin, and almost too roughly, he forced you to look up at him. You tried fruitlessly to stammer out a sentence of some kind, but to no avail, much to his satisfaction.

Suddenly, you felt his hand slip below the waistband of your pants and caress the skin of your bare ass as he looped his fingers around the edges of your thong, playfully tugging on the fabric. A small yelp escaped your lips as you felt his fingers brush close to your entrance, now slick from anticipation.

A low chuckle vibrated through his chest; He always knew he would love watching you squirm under his touch, and he was right. The small moans and yelps you let out with every tug and pull he made against your skin were music to his ears. "I had no idea you were such a little whore for me, ____."  His voice was low, and the way he stared down at you with such intensity in his eyes while he clawed at your bare ass sent your body reeling, and your knees began to buckle a bit; Much to his pleasure. Shigaraki snickered, swiftly placing his hands under your knees and back, picking up your limp form almost effortlessly. Throwing your body back on the bed you laid on just moments before, he wasted no time crawling on top of you. He put his lips so close to your ear that you could feel them when he whispered, "Do you want Daddy's cock inside you?"

Your eyes grew even wider, and your words choked up again in your throat as your face burned red. Whenever you imagined Tomoura in bed, which was admittedly a lot, you always hoped he was more on the kinky side. But a daddy kink? That was so unexpected, and so unbelievably fucking sexy.

You nodded frantically to his question, beginning to squirm under his weight with impatience and lust. "Yes daddy, please." Soft and sensual, your words were made even more lascivious by the staggering breaths you were taking, and you reached to palm his bulge through the pants he was wearing. It felt bigger than you hoped. "I need to feel your cock inside me daddy." The fuzzy feeling that accompanied you whenever Shigaraki was around, or even mentioned, intensified beyond anything you had experienced before as you felt your resolve weakening; You had been waiting for an opportunity to able to submit like this to any man. But now, in all actuality, it was Tomoura Shigaraki, asking you to call him something you only ever dreamed about. You didn’t think it was possible to want anything as bad as you wanted him to ruin you right now, and exploit your weakness for his own sexual benefit.

The look in his eyes grew more intense after your delicious admission and he wasted no time beginning to shrug off his pants, which gave you an opportunity to do the same. However, as you were about to discard your underwear, you felt his clothed hands grip your wrists painfully. "Leave those on." His gravely voice was laced with desire, and his death grip on your wrists only intensified as he moved them above your head. "And keep your hands there, got it?"

You nodded, the warm feeling in your abdomen beginning to make you fidget out of need for him. "Okay Tomour-"

Suddenly, his hand made contact with the softest part of your cheek, leaving a slight stinging sensation, and you looked up at him in shock. "What's my name?" He growled, an almost animalistic expression on his face. You had never been hit in bed before; It had you stunned for a moment, but as soon as you were able to comprehend, your mind and body both relished in the moment.

You moaned in response, his actions serving to get you hotter and wetter than you had ever been before. The light, tingling feeling in your abdomen only grew larger as you rubbed your legs together, desperately seeking the friction of his rough skin against yours. "Okay daddy." Purring out his new title you arched your back a bit, wanting nothing more than for him to finally touch you, while you watched him quickly disregard his shirt. You felt the ache intensify with each passing second, especially now that you were face to face with his chiseled, stark naked form. "Daddy, please."

Seemingly satisfied with your response, he relaxed his grimace and crawled over to straddle you on the bed once more, but the fervor behind his expression remained the same. You could feel his hard cock pressed against your legs as his hands finally made their way down to your bare waist, looping his fingers through the bands of your underwear, pulling on one of the sides and releasing one with a snap. "Mmm, thats right, be a good little slut and beg for daddy." Suddenly, his hand dropped further south. As he cupped you through your drenched underwear, he stared into your eyes, with an intense hunger behind his own. "How long have you been aching for me, baby?" His fingers slipped past your underwear all too breifly, making you whimper when he pulled them away almost instantly. Then he let out a small laugh, and came closer to your ear, his dry skin tickling you and sending a shiver down your spine. "You know I can feel your pussy clenching for me? And you're already so wet..."

His tongue lapped out at the sensitive skin around where your neck and jawline connected. Every small bite, nip, and lick he made against your skin elicited one more moan or cry for more out of you. Trying your absolute hardest not to bring your hands down and give yourself the stimulation you craved, a loud whine left your mouth as your eyebrows furrowed in frustration and you shut your eyes. "Daddy please! Please, please, please I need to feel your thick cock inside me. Please.”

The hand that was teasing you through your underwear suddenly, finally, maneuvered its way underneath the thin piece of fabric. Immediately you hummed, maybe even squeaked, in approval. But you could tell almost instantly you needed more. Opening your eyes, and your legs further, you stared up at Tomoura through your long eyelashes with a sultry look behind them; Silently pleading for him to finally take every last part of you, any way he so desired.

He was quick to place his hand around your throat, and you wished he was able to take off his gloves so you could feel the rough callouse of his hands on your delicate skin as he choked you harder than you've ever been choked before. Letting out a deep groan, he kept his hand tight around your neck, causing your eyes to already roll to the back of your head a bit as he positioned his hard, red tip against your sopping hole. "I love it when you look up at me like that, like the complacent little cumslut you are." Then, without warning, he slammed into you roughly, eliciting another sharp scream from you as your eyes grew wide, watching the sinister look on his face grow with each of your reactions. Holding himself still, he brought his lips to your ear once more. "Fuck, ____.” His whispers danced across your skin, giving you goosebumps among all else. “You feel so fucking tight, baby, fuck.”

Moaning in response to his praises and new pet name, you relished in the feeling Shigaraki was giving you- it was almost ethereal. The way his hand around your neck served to restrict your air flow in the most delicious way while his throbbing member filled your needy cunt had you seeing stars.

Your whole life, you held your darkest desires close out of the fear you'd be looked at as a freak or worse, mentally unstable. At least, before you decided to leave superhero-society and go off on your own as a small time villain, that was. The things you wanted a man to do to you in bed were admittedly a bit intense, but perhaps thats why it never felt right until you were with a man who was, himself, truly rough. Not like all the nameless faces from your past; They were simply rebellious boys who didnt know how to use the bodies of the men they were in.

Tomoura was a true villain, who stood for absolute destruction and chaos along with deserved power and authority that was to be taken by force. That's why you decided, so early on in your initial encounter with The League, that he was the only one fit to fulfill such desires. Not to mention, he was incredibly sexy. His dark aura and intriguingly mysterious personality served to draw you in, and his incredibly striking features enticed you towards the idea of him even more. It honestly flabbergasted you how people seemed to make negative remarks about Tomouras appearance, all because of a few scars and dry patches; Because you were always taken back by his handsome face and wild hair that complimented the eerie look that adorned him so often.

He pulled out, and, before you could even whine in protest, shoved himself back into you with such force it caused your eyes to tear up. "Dont get too comfortable just yet, ____." Shigaraki growled, slapping you once more and grabbing your face by your cheeks, forcing you to look into his eyes in delicious aggression you had never experienced before. "Daddy still has to pound that pretty pussy of yours until you cant see straight."  A shiver went down your spine in anticipation.

Shigaraki gave another hard thrust, you moaned, shutting your eyes in pleasure and bringing your hips up to meet his. You must have done something to make him feel exceptional, because a low guttural sound came from deep within his chest as he began to increase his speed quickly. Lying on the bed helplessly, with your hands pinned above your head, you took every inch of his length eagerly, a deep moan being expelled out of you each time he bottomed out. Your vision began to blur, and your slight loss of motor functions resulted in your mouth hanging slightly agape and your tongue protruding just a bit. While you didnt think much of it at first, since you couldn't really think about anything except the phenomenal feeling of being filled up with the subject of your darkest fantasies, you were, once again, in shock.

Tomoura took the opportunity to spit, mostly in your mouth but he missed just a bit so his saliva began to drip over your cheek. Frozen once more, you looked up at him with wide eyes as you tried to get used to the new sensation; The degradation.

A smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, he finally released your wrists, and smeared his saliva all over your face as you stared up at him with that expression he loved that just made you look so dumb and fuckable. You smiled up at him, and embraced the mess he was making on you with an enthusiastic giggle.

Without a single word, he quickly pulled out of you, and grabbed your torso. Flipping you onto your stomach, and lifting you up by your hips so you rested on your knees, he shoved your face into the pillow in front of you when you tried to look back at him. “Stay down.” He growled deliciously, causing your pussy to quiver.

Though you still felt empty, and while you were unable to say anything, you simply wiggled your butt back and forth, trying to tempt him back into you. You felt him run the tip of his length along your slick folds, even bouncing it off of them, lewd sounds filling the air as you whined into your pillow.

His right hand steadied itself on your hips, as the other placed itself in the middle of your lower back, pushing down slightly. “Arch your back for daddy, baby girl- yeah, augh, juust like that.” Sliding in once more, a bit slowly, Shigaraki felt himself savoring the warm feeling even more. The way your tight, warm, walls clenched around him as he watched your ass shake with every impact he made into you only caused his hunger for you to grow more. His hand smacked your ass hard, and even though he was wearing a glove, he still managed to make you yelp in response.

He loved having you at his mercy like this, submitting to him without even an ounce of protest in those big, ‘fuck-me’ eyes of yours; He almost didnt want it to be over, but-

“Mmmmm, fill me with your cum, daddy!” Somehow, you managed to turn your face without him noticing, yelling out something so dirty, just for him. He grunted as a response with his intensity picking up, and he began to thrust into you with every inch he had. He was positive your ass would be bruised the next day.

Good. Tomoura smirked at the thought, excited to see the marks he left on your skin after you finally surrendered yourself to him; The first of many.

Abruptly, your hips began to meet his as you thrusted back, and he was positive that he wasn’t able to hold back any more once he heard your loud screams being barely concealed by the pillow you lay your face in. His thrusts became sporadic, but as he felt himself begin to shoot out his hot cum, he held your hips as close to him as he could, burying himself as deep as possible.

Laying his body against yours, you could feel the heavy movements of his chest as he whispered in your ear, still holding your hips tight, “you are mine.”

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 056: The Frightful Four!!! (SSM 41-43)

MASTERPOST

The last time, Peter became a lizard for a while. Fun stuff!

In this issue, mysterious enemies try to seem menacing and utterly fail, homophobia, as well as special guests and the best villain ever!

Are you shocked, are you impressed, are you terrified yet? *snickers*

After using his powers to give his late paper to Professor Slater, Spider-Man interrupts Meteor Man at a microwave exhibition (...). We met this antagonist previously in Team Up, which shows you exactly how important he is. Bill Foster, whomst I know from Ant-Man and the Wasp (the movie) but who apparently has a different position, is giving a lecture nearby, but gets the opportunity to lend him a hand as Giant-Man.

The art actually has a lot of trouble trying to convey how big exactly Giant Man is supposed to be. There's perspective, and then there's whatever is going on here.

Meteor Man gets away, they track him down, and Giant-Man casually drops in his internal monologue that's he's dying of radioactive poisoning. Wow. Um. Alright.

They fight, Meteor Man gets to grow bigger, but...

Oh, between twelve and thirty feet? How audacious. How incredible. Show us, dude.

Okay, this is better! Actually a nice page.

That... was an issue alright.

Issue #42 has a neat cover!

Peter is trapped in traffic and ends up swinging to his class boat ride thingy.

I love this, because half the time I barely register that Marcy Kane and Debra Whitman are different characters. Digital issues (hey, have you seen these clean screenshots? Much better!)!

My opinions on each character: Philip is alright, I need him to have more of a personality. Marcy sucks, been there, done that (although I just read a spoiler about her and what the fuck, I'm curious to see how THAT plays out). Steve is hot and adorable. No opinion on Sloan and Debra.

I'm glad to see Peter's social life though. I still feel like these characters aren't anywhere as solid as the previous cast was, but I think jumping between both magazines really doesn't help either.

I missed you, hon.

No but seriously, I'd be interested to reread SSM only focusing on it, I think it's probably a stronger experience.

Marcy Kane immediately aggros Pete, but Connors interrupts them. Meanwhile, the Frightful Four aren't far away! We've got the Sandman, the Wizard, Electro and the Trapster (who even is that? :p).

They do a bit of mischief, and I'm pretty sure that cop is homophobic. "PARTNERS?", he says (lmao).

On the boat, Peter wonders whether he has a crush on Marcy (nooo) when Debra arrives.

Some depth? Wow.

Anyway, before Peter settles on whether he wants a relationship with our desperate lady, the Human Torch cockblocks him.

Why is this so funny?

She feels guilty about Peter getting away, and...

New, rare poses!

Hell yeah. Sorry for the amount of screenshots but I really enjoy looking at these!

It wasn't the Human Torch, however, only our Frightful Four! The Wizard created a suit imitating the Torch and gives it to Electro.

Our hero doesn't get fooled for long, and a fight quickly breaks.

A hilarious moment is Spidey trying to figure out who's attacking him. The Sinister Six? No, the Frightful Four after replacing Madam Medusa with Electro? No, it's actually the Frightful Four after replacing the Brute with Electro! What a mess hahahaha

In his own words, Spidey's fighting a "foursome". *snickers again*

The fight goes badly for Spidey, until... Electro interrupts everybody because now, he wants to know who's under the mask.

They sure are a bunch of idiots.

Their plan is to impersonate Spidey and eliminate the Fantastic Four. Uh-huh, sure. And the story continues in FF #218!

This is a really cool first page.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA ALRIGHT

The Human Torch acts extremely gay with "Spider-Man" in this scene. He gets knocked out. The Thing and the security system are also quickly neutralized, but as our villains enter the building, Sue wakes up... she finds her brother, but is quickly attacked and subsequently, knocked out. And just when Mr. Fantastic gets unconscious as well, Spidey arrives!

The ensuing fight is fun, and at last, all's well.

Anyway, SSM #43!

OH THIS IS GORGEOUS. THE SHADING ON PETER'S SHIRT. I LOVE IT. His face, not so much... Anyway, Steve and Peter being bros, hell yeah!

So bandits have broken into ESU and use Debra as a hostage. They get their stuff and get away, but not without Peter throwing a gadget of his at their car.

Handsome.

His spider-tracer leads him to a twink.

And what an ugly twink. Especially compared to this highly stylish Belladonna, what the heck, I love her.

I think I've been spoiled something on Roderick Kingsley, but we'll see how it goes.

Anyways, Belladonna wants to steal Roderick's ideas, apparently. Spidey decides to intervene. The villains get away, and Roderick's annoyed that Spidey ruined his apartment with the fight. However, our hero surmises that Belladonna wanted chemicals for her special gas.

The next day, at the Daily Globe, Sandy Jones is quickly charmed by Peter and she explains that Roderick is rumored to steal his designs. Plus, he has a show that night! Peter easily gets the assignment, and goes to his lab to work on countering Bella's gas.

I love that second panel, it's a very strong one.

Debra's here, she bought what was on Peter's list. He's so happy he asks her on a date, to which she obviously agrees. I would too, girl.

Turns out what Peter was searching for was vinegar. He worries about reactivating his ulcer, which is a nice callback to a storyline from like, ASM 80 something. That's cool!

This feels like a Pretty Little Liars storyline, I love it. Seriously, I love this issue! Also, Peter very pretty.

Anyway, Spidey stops the bandits, but Belladonna gets away!

Oh, I really went from bored at very excited throughout this post, wow! Hell yeah.

[tomurakii]

Did Finnick romance anybody and if so who?

What are his hobbies?

YEAAHHHH OC QUESTIONS LETS FUCKIN GOOOO

Finnick romanced Lae'zel. He was incredibly confused and disoriented for most of act 1, operating with barely any memories and struggling with the urges, so he initially appreciated that she had a very straightforward direction. He also appreciated how tough she is, and how she's pretty pragmatic and supportive about the urges. She talks about her own "bloodlust" and encourages him to simply direct it toward their enemies, which he finds a lot more comforting than the other characters who mostly brush it off. She's also hot and kind of scary, so when she propositions him he agrees and the relationship develops from there. They also bond over dunking on Wyll and Shadowheart, because while Finnick is also mostly good-aligned he also just finds it really funny to watch people bicker.

Finnick was also very much in love with Gortash. I don't think it was reciprocated, at least not emotionally (they did probably bang), but I think Finnick had always been a failure to Bhaal because he was too shit at not caring. He loved Orin, he loved Gortash, he loved Bhaal even, and despite being desperate for his Father's approval and well aware of his weakness, his love for them all was still ultimately his downfall. Orin didn't get the jump on him because he was ignorant or overconfident, but because he trusted her. And he trusted Gortash to look for him. And he trusted Bhaal to keep him alive.

Finnick is pretty much 70% brawn and 20-25% heart in the main game plot. Very few braincells to his name. He doesn't remember why but the idea of becoming close to people again fills him with fear and loathing, so the way Lae'zel's romance starts out is actually perfect for him. He makes the connection between the urge's interest in Astarion ("a perfect, pretty corpse") and the fact that he's undead and assumes that the two are correlated and it's Kelemvor that's giving him his compulsions. He kinda sticks to that narrative up until the urge tries to convince him to kill Isobel, and he starts to accept that they might come from a more sinister source.

Since Finnick has none of his past memories he doesn't really remember ever having hobbies, but there are still remnants of them on him. Small burns and cuts on his hands from his interest in cooking (he would call his taste "adventurous". He's the one guy in your family that eats spiders and fish guts and always orders his steak blue, though he also tends to bring the corpses of humanoids and monsters he kills back to camp in the name of not being wasteful). Those burns extend up to mar unreasonably strong forearms and shoulders, indicating an interest in weapon smithing (to me, Finnick is the one that made Orin her signature dagger). I hc that it's Gale and Lae'zel respectively that get him back into these skills and take note of his unusual muscle-memory affinity to them. I feel like those two well-read nerds (but especially Gale) take one look at this amnesiac well-meaning murder himbo and decide to kind of take him under their wings in terms of figuring out his past and the origins of his urges. I reckon he also spars with Karlach a lot.

But yeah. I think about him and my other durge Filraen constantly, thank you for this opportunity to talk about him!!

[unidentifiedfuckingthing]

ultimately what you would call a very First World Problem but it really irks me that npd is the hot scapegoat of the hour to the point you literally cant say shit good or bad without feeling like its gonna get implicated in the global panopticon of people weaving these worldwide basal magic empath vs demonic possession narcissist put on this earth to suck energy etc etc etc stories because i have things i WOULD like to say otherwize. which is probably like, im only thinking about these things bcause the topic is already constantly coming up so maybe i wouldnt actually be thinking about saying these things otherwise anyway. have you guys ever noticed what browsing youtube logged out in an incognito window looks like. if you watch certain types of videos that clearly mostly get a young audience its all the stupid like I GOT MY DOG TO CUT 3000 POUNDS OF SLIME WITH A RED HOT KNIFE (POPPYS PLAYTIME ASMR) type videos but when you watch anything other than that its incredibly sinister. like, especially things that i get the impression mostly very old ladies watch. sewing videos. product blurbs that for some reason the company always uploads to youtube and theyve got 5 subscribers and 260 views. you start scrolling down the recommendation feed and its literally all like PREACHER SLAMS IGNORANT NONBELIEVER-- HE HAS NO RESPONSE TO THE REAL WORD OF GOD! and an unflattering picture of a jewish guy or a muslim guy. FIVE TEXTBOOK SIGNS OF NARC ABUSE- HOW TO SHUT THEM DOWN AND REMOVE THEIR POWER! THESE THREE TESTIMONIES OF PEOPLE WHO DIED AND CAME BACK TO LIFE (REAL!) and BINAURAL JESUS WAVES TO GET CLOSER TO ACHIEVING YOUR GOALS 512 HZ ANGEL NUMBER like you start realizing they dont even need fox news youtube is literally just feeding them this even after watching a single video about sewing. or crochet. or fucking whatever. and im sure its the same with every other social media like how facebook got busted for influencing political views and turning people far right and they never actually changed anything. but like what are you gonna do about that......... its a peculiar hollow feeling. theres already so many people whove made it their lifes work to make people think insane stupid shit but they hardly even need to because The Algorithm finds maximal success in leading people down insane paths so you dont even need to worry about the bad actors with bad intent. the Cosmic Will Of The Monopolized Internet is doing it all for them so cleanly and efficiently. anyway though after 4 years apart ive been realizing more and more how much *** was, like, somehow so characteristically textbook npd. but like, its like ohh yeah. now i understand the link between all of the insanely fucked up stuff i know is true about you and why you acted this way toward people. like, i knew them so well and at the time it still felt like a black box that i could never piece together with the rest of anything and i never knew how to act. which may have been calculated and protective or may have just been how that goes. but its like, i dont even want to say that where people can hear because it feels like the word narcissist just gets replaced with a fuzzy red ringing in peoples ears. like i cant talk candidly about just finding closure and sympathy and understanding like, posthumous to one of the most important relationships in my life because people are just gonna hear it like im delivering a swift kick in the ribs instead. its fucked

[geeky-politics-46]

Doctor's Orders

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: The Doctor will see you now. A fantasy request from your boyfriend leaves you with an ache only he can fix.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - doctor kink, praise kink, roleplay, slight dom/sub, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight degradation, pet names, language, creampie, porn with minimal plot

Yeah this is just complete filth. I was gonna write Sinister Strange first, but this happened... As usual, I'm sure there are spelling & grammar errors. I'll fix them as I find them.

As much of a perfectionist as Stephen was, you were surprised when he suggested the two of you play doctor. You knew full well you would probably get any sort of medical jargon wrong. Despite re-watching M*A*S*H multiple times over the years you weren't exactly up to snuff of your surgical speak. 

So you agreed, you would never say no to anything that ended with the two of you fucking, but on the condition that he wasn't allowed to go off on any tangents & had to stay in charector. 

"That's why I want to play doctor & patient sweetheart. You don't have to know anything except that the doctor always knows best... If we decide to play slutty nurse I'll just write you a script." He raised an eyebrow & gave you a cheeky smile reaching to grab a hold of your waist.

You chuckled & moved into his arms. Letting Your hands slide up his chest & around his neck. Yep, there's that perfectionist you knew.

"Well as much of a turn on as that is, because every girl loves to be wooed by having to memorize a script for sex, I do think I need the doctor give me a once over first. When is your next appointment Doctor? I have an ache I think only you can fix."

Stephen closed his eyes & growled, his head dropping forward & pulling you in for a heated kiss. "Well I am very busy, but I  think I can make an exception & slide you in tomorrow night say around 7. It could take a few hours, & of course there will be an extra fee. I'm sure we can work out a special arrangement, another form of compensation perhaps."

You put on your best doe eyes & pout, playing into his fantasy. Trying to get him extra riled up. "Oh thank you doctor. I'll do anything for you to fit in me." You played shy & dropped your gaze, staring up at him through your lashes as you let out an innocent giggle & bit your lip. "Oops, I mean fit me in. I need you, Doctor." 

He reached down & lightly slapped your ass. "Naughty girl. I want you in that short black nightie, no panties, upstairs in our bed by your appointment time. I don't like to be kept waiting & I know you know how to follow Doctor's orders."

It was your turn to growl. Moaning against his lips as you melted into his passionate kiss. This man could turn you on just by looking at you, & you were currently soaked at his display of dominance. You two hadn't done much roleplay, but you had a feeling after tomorrow night it would become much more common. 

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By the time the clock turned to 7 you were exactly where he told you to be. Already starting to feel aroused by the feel of the silk nightie that barely covered your ass soft against your skin. You squeezed your thighs together & squirmed on the bed. Trying to keep your hands to yourself.

Sure enough, at 7:01 Stephen entered the room. He had gone the whole 9 yards. Instead of his blue robes or his casual clothes he now wore dark blue scrubs & his white lab coat, with a stethoscope draped around his neck. He topped everything off by holding a notepad like it was your chart. 

You had to hold back a small giggle at how seriously he was taking this. He did look incredibly sexy though. Striding towards the bed confidently, quickly sliding back into the role of hot shot doctor. He could give McDreamy a run for his money. 

"Well hello Ms. Y/L/N, what brings you to see me today? I know you said you needed to see me quite urgently." 

"Yes Doctor. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been feeling so hot, & I can barely stand to have any clothes on. I feel so sensitive, tingly. Especially my pussy Doctor. It's aching so bad & I don't know why. Please tell me you can help me." You let your hands run up & down your body. Spreading your legs wide on the bed, laying back & looking up at him with needy eyes. 

"Hmm well, the first thing I want to do check is your heart & your lungs. I need you to sit up & take your top down for me." He pulled his stethoscope down & put it around his neck. His eyes roving over you hungrily as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

You slowly pulled the shoulder straps of your nightie down your arms & let the fabric slide down to expose your breasts. Stephen licked his lips when he saw your nipples already standing at attention for him. His hand moved to rub over the now prominent bulge in his scrubs before he picked up the chest piece of the stethoscope & moved the earpieces into place.

"That’s my good girl. Now this may be a little cold." 

He put the chest piece between your breasts sliding it up your sternum into place over your heart. You bit your lip to stifle a moan at the feel of the cool metal.  He stayed there for a moment. Before sliding it over your breasts. Making sure to 'accidentally' brush over your nipples as he moved it. 

"Your heart is racing. I can see your breasts are very sensitive too. Especially your pretty little pink nipples.” He reached out to flick the pad of his index finger over on of your stiff buds, a lopsided smirk appeared as you gasped & jolted at his touch.

“Think I need to do some more tests before I can reach a proper diagnosis. Tell me, are you feeling that ache you mentioned right now?" He removed the stethoscope & placed it on the nightstand.

"I wasn't until you came in Doctor. Ever since you started your exam on me, my pussy has started to ache. I'm really wet now too. Here, doctor. Feel. My pussy is almost dripping.”

You grabbed his hand & placed it on your cunt. Stephen started rubbing your entire pussy with his long fingers, pressing his palm against your pubic mound adding pressure to your clit. Feeling him spread your slick over your pussy lips, occasionally dipping one through your slit to collect your arousal you gasped & arched your back. 

You wanted to reach out & stroke his hard cock through his scrubs, but he would scold you if you did. You knew he wasn't done playing with you. So instead you stretched your arms out over your head causing you nightie to bunch up around your waist & expose yourself completely to him.

"You are soaked for me aren't you pretty girl? I think I know just what might be wrong, but I do have one last test to administer." Without any hesitation he plunged 2 of his fingers into your hole & began thrusting them in & out. "How does this feel?"

He let his thumb brush over your clit before you could respond. "Oh fuck!" Your eyes snapped shut & you moaned loudly. You were ready to beg Stephen to fuck you. "Feels so good, Doctor. Your fingers feel so good inside me."

Leaving his fingers inside of you he managed to stand & move to the foot of the bed, positioning himself between your legs. Seeming to study the way you cunt greedily pulled his fingers back in each time he pulled them back. The sight making him growl.

"Just as I thought. I know just the treatment you need, & I will administer it myself since you seem to be so responsive to me. Your pussy is aching because it needs to be fucked nice & hard. You need to be stuffed full with a big cock, & then filled up with cum. That's the only thing that will cure it. Luckily we can begin treatment immediately, but first I need you to cum for me. Doctor's orders." 

Stephen's eyes gleamed as he started thrusting his fingers into you faster, curling them upward & bringing his other hand to rub your clit. Feeling you start to squeeze his fingers, he knew you were getting close.

The sound of his fingers fucking you was downright obscene. You had never felt yourself this wet before. Of course Stephen realized he was driving you over the edge in a way he hadn't ever managed until now. He was now determined to shatter you beyond all belief. Claiming every little piece of you for himself.

"I know you're close sweetheart. Let's see what happens if I add a third finger. This attention seems to be just what your greedy little pussy needed. Don't worry baby, the doctor's here to take care of you."

Your eyes were glued to his as you felt him slide his ring finger into you. A high pitched squeak pulled from your throat at the increased stretch. Your mouth was left hanging open as Stephen pulled his other hand away from your clit before quickly replacing it with his mouth. He began sucking you in & lapping at you over & over. He moaned against your clit & shook his head back & forth when he felt you start spasm against his fingers. 

The vibration from his moan paired with his movements sent you slamming into your climax. Bucking wildly against his face & his fingers as you felt yourself gush onto him. Screaming "Doctor!" as you continued to squirt a couple more pulses. Feeling yourself drip in between with broken moans & gasps at the immense overwhelming pleasure.

Stephen slowly pulled his fingers from you, but kept his mouth pressed to your still twitching sex. Moving to your slit to lick up your cum & whispering "good girl" against you repeatedly as you came down. You weren't 100% sure whether he was talking to you or to your pussy, but either way you preened at the words.

He finally pulled himself away. After licking his fingers clean he began stripping off his lab coat & scrub top. You let out a contented sigh & confessed "that's the first time I've ever squirted. You really are quite talented with your hands, Doctor Strange." You slipped the nightie off from around your middle & threw it to the floor. A proud & slightly smug smile now plastered across his face. He wanted to be the best at everything he did, & that included making you cum harder & more often than anyone else could.

"You're responding to my treatment very well indeed. I think I'll have you cured in no time. Now you get to feel how good I am with my big cock. Just what you need to stretch you out & soothe that aching pussy.” He shoved his scrub pants & boxers down in one move. Now completely bare before you he began stroking his long hard cock, using the pre-cum dripping from his tip to slick himself up.

The sight had you whining at his distance from you & reaching your arms out wanting to grab him. He groaned in pleasure seeing how much you wanted him. He quickly relented & crawled up the bed towards you. Placing kisses & bites up your body as he goes. 

Your arms pulled him up as soon as he was within reach. Gripping onto his biceps as you felt his cock head sliding against your dripping folds. Suddenly his hips pulled back & he started thrusting against your hole, adding just enough pressure to barely press into you. You whimpered as he teased you.

He taunted you & smiled "beg for it baby. I know you can do it. Horny little sluts like you just need to be full of cock don't you. Wanna hear you beg me to fuck you. Beg for my cock.”

You were so desperate to feel him inside you, you were practically crying. "Please Doctor Strange, please fuck me. I need it so bad. Make the ache go away. Fuck me & fill me up Doctor." 

For a moment you were shocked you actually remembered the plot of your roleplay. Then Stephen slammed his cock balls deep inside of you & you pretty much forgot everything, including your own name. 

He started pounding into you hard & fast. So worked up from your praises he knew he wouldn't last very long. He dropped his forehead against yours & groaned. 

"Fuck love, you're so tight. So perfect. I don't think I'll ever get enough of you or your pussy. You fit me fucking perfectly." 

The sounds of Stephen fucking you filled the room creating a pornographic symphony. The wet squelching of your cunt swallowing his cock, the percussive slap of his body hitting yours all accented with the creak of the bed frame & the melody of your combined moans, gasps, & praises. 

Completely lost in the moment you cried out as he brushed over your g-spot with his cock. "Stephen right there! Yes! Fuck, don't stop!"

He leaned back on his knees just far enough to hoist your legs up onto his shoulders before leaning forward & pushing your knees to your chest. Watching himself thrust into you a few times before letting his body press completely onto yours. The new angle allowed him to hit your sweet spot with every thrust. He was fucking into you even deeper than before & his pelvic bone pushed deliciously against your clit.

"I can feel you squeezing my cock sweetheart. I can't fill you up until you cum again for me. Know you can do it. Cum on my cock baby."

You whimpered as you pressed your head back into the pillow exposing the column of your neck which Stephen quickly latched on to. Sucking & biting a fresh bruise just above your collarbone. Soothing the spot afterwards with kisses & licks. Over the differing sensations Stephen's mouth caused, you felt a tight warmth moving through your abdomen.  As it hit your low belly you felt yourself start to shake & flutter. Gripping your nails into his back & holding him tight to you. 

As he worked you through your climax he cooed loving words in your ear. "That's it beautiful. Good girl. So sexy when you cum for me baby." You could tell Stephen was hanging by a thread by his quick & shallow breathing. 

Once your heart rate started to level out he dropped his head to your shoulder & his thrusts became more frantic.

"Fuck, you just got so much tighter. I'm gonna cum so hard. Tell me how bad you want it love."

You wrapped you arms & legs around him encouraging him to fuck you as deep & hard as he could. Clinging onto him & purring your response into his ear. "Give it to me, Doctor. Need you to fill me with your cum. Please, Doctor. Please Stephen, cum inside me."

As much as calling him Doctor turned him on, what made him lose control was his name falling from your lips. After a few more sloppy thrusts he pushed himself as deep into you as he could, bottoming out with his tip kissing your cervix. An almost pained groan coming from deep in his chest as he flooded you with what felt like a never-ending load. You were so completely full his cum started to seep out of you around his cock Eventually stilling himself against you before rolling off of you & collapsing onto the bed next to you.

You both lay there panting & brain dead. Surrounded by the sounds of each other's breathing & an occasional surprised laugh. 

You caught your breath first & you had only one thought as you turned to look at your partner. "That was incredible. Just... Holy shit." 

Stephen extended his arm around you as you scooted yourself closer & rested your head against his strong chest. He agreed with you as he pulled your other arm across his abdomen before leaning down to press a kiss into your hair.

"Yeah. I don't think I've ever cum that hard." He was always in disbelief at the things you could do to him. The things you could make him feel, both in & out of the bedroom. You cast your own sort of spell over him, & he was content to be under your magical hold forever. Especially if he got to fuck you like that.

You stretched up, placing a kiss under his jaw, smiling against his skin as you whispered. "Well Doctor, I think it's safe to say I'm gonna need a follow up exam in the near future. We are definitely doing that again." 

His smile got wider & he chuckled. "You say that now, but wait until you get my bill. I'm sure you can find a way of paying me though."

He tilted your head up to kiss you. This time it wasn't heated or ravenous, it was sweet & intimate. Loving.

As the kiss finished, you whispered against his lips "I love you... Smartass."

"I love you too sweetheart."

You both settled back into the bed, holding each other close. Still needing to regain feeling in your legs before you could stand to clean yourselves up. 

You could feel yourself starting to drift off into sleep until suddenly the silence was broken by Stephen. Your eyes snapped open at the sound of his voice.

"You're gonna need to start looking for a uniform nurse. I'm going to need your assistance with a craniotomy soon. You know I don't stand for any misbehavior or distraction in my OR, so you better be good for me."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Yep, just as you thought. This was now gonna be a regular thing. Not that you were complaining.

[elysianslove]

— SHOW YOU WHAT IT’S LIKE

in which after admitting to not having orgasmed during your first time with him, he takes it to heart & overstimulates you the next time around.

includes; iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, suna rintarō

content warning; degradation, overstimulation

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

you’ve never felt like this.

before meeting hajime, and before deciding to give him your virginity, all you knew was your futile hand rubbing harsh circles against your clit, sometimes daring to slip further and dip inside of you. when you’d make yourself cum, it would last a few seconds, your body tensing momentarily as pleasure overwhelms you.

but this? this is different. it’s incredibly different. every inch of your body, nerve and muscle alike, is somehow both tense as ever and as loose as jelly. you’re sprawled out on the bed, face turned into the pillow as your hands fist at it. the cloth is damp from the salty tears that have slipped from your eyes and the drool that drips down from your parted mouth. between your spread legs is your lover, fingers nestled deep inside of you, his arm tensing and muscles bulging with the strain of effort as he fucks his fingers into you at a brutal pace, twisting and curling. his other hand presses down on your hip, keeping you steady and still for him. from minutes before, his lips and chin glisten with the evidence of your arousal, but now, his entire focus is on the rough, hard strokes of his fingers.

a deep groan falls from your lips, twisting and bleeding into a high pitched whine as hajime leans forward, angling his wrist so that his palm presses rubs harsh against your clit. “haji— hajime please!” you pathetically cry. “no more, no more!”

he tilts his head in faux confusion, the obscene squelching of his fingers deepening the twist and drop of your stomach. “isn’t this what you wanted?” he wonders rhetorically, and you sob heart wretchedly, so much so that he almost feels bad for you. but he had a point to prove, still. “don’t you feel good, pretty girl? you look good— like a whore. my pretty whore.” for good measure, he chuckles darkly.

with the increased friction against your clit, and his fingers knuckle deep inside of you, you’re quick to reach your— fuck, how many orgasms has it been? back arching, your legs bend at the knees, reaching to shut close as your body spasms and trembles with the force of your orgasm, but the hand that had been on your hip moves to your inner thigh, and hajime spreads your legs open for him once more.

your lungs feel tight, muscles aching terribly as you sag once more on the bed, seeping into the mattress as hajime’s fingers slow their pace, allowing you to ride your high peacefully, easily meeting the gentle roll of your hips and the shake of your legs— until, gradually, he picks up the pace again, and your fists are tightening around the pillow once more. “hajime— i can’t breathe—” you gasp out, but he only hums in fake consideration.

“that’s too bad,” he tuts, fingers slowing once more and slipping out of your abused cunt. “was just about to make you cum on my cock— but if that isn’t what you’d like—“

you can’t say you blame him for scoffing at how you whine pathetically, your hips rutting up against his in disapproval. “no—“ you barely begin, before his rough hands are pulling at your hips, dragging you along the bed closer to him.

“yeah,” he laughs again, freeing his cock. “that’s what i thought.”

MIYA OSAMU

it feels like hours, hours, since he’d first sat you down like this, and you don’t know much longer you’ll be able to last.

you’re on your lover’s lap, stuffed full of his cock, back pressed flush to his chest and legs spread for him. his hands are everywhere, everywhere, kneading at your stomach and your breasts, pinching and tugging and rolling at your nipples, rubbing harshly at your clit. and his mouth, sinister as ever, kisses hot and wet along your neck and shoulder, whispers the dirtiest things in your ear, keeps you alive and burning for him.

you’re just settling down from your fourth, fifth, maybe sixth orgasm, arousal pooling in his lap and drenching his balls and the couch beneath you. you can feel his cock twitch inside of you with every clench of your cunt and every orgasm he pulls out of you, but his orgasm control is unbelievable, and he refuses to spill inside of you, to fuck you, until he deems you ready. which, technically, you have been for a while now, and you were at least three orgasms ago— but still, he’s yet to stop.

“‘samu, please, please, please fuck me,” you beg helplessly, falling limp in his grasp and throwing your head back.

right by your ear, osamu laughs loudly, and god, you know he’s enjoying this. “sure,” he says, and you sigh, relieved for a moment — “in a bit—“ and it all shatters, your body tensing once more as you let out a whine.

with one hand grasping at your breast tightly, and his lips biting down on your neck, the other hand slithers down to your sensitive, swollen clit, hovering and grazing it lightly. instead of resuming his previous pace, his fingers slither lower to your stretched cunt, fingers brushing against his hardened cock inside of you, lightly teasing as he rubs at your pussy lips. the palm on your breast stops kneading and squeezing, splaying out instead and traveling along your chest, up to your collarbones and right beneath your neck.

“m’sorry for neglecting ya baby,” he whispers, and even though you know it’s genuine, he still sounds as teasing as ever.

you shake your head, just as you feel both his hands travel higher, one finding its way around your neck, wrapping pretty and gentle around your throat, the other pressing down on your clit once more. biting down a squeal and tensing your muscles in order not to jerk your hips, you pant, “s’not your fault, it’s okay, it’s— okay!—” a squeal rips out from your lips unintentionally and you shudder, heaving, “— fuck, please.”

“i’ll never leave ya unsatisfied, pretty baby,” he whispers, fingers picking up their pace on your clit. on his lap, you squirm in his hold, and he grits his teeth as he feels his balls tighten. the feel of you clenching and gushing around him like this is irresistible, but he had meant it when he told you he’ll leave you braindead by tonight. “promise, cross my heart,” he adds, just as your body tenses again and you cum, hips jerking up and body lifting slightly. his hand around your throat tightens, fingers sloppy on your clit as you shake through your orgasm.

yeah, you were braindead, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

SUNA RINTARŌ

“rin— rin, rin, rin i’m cumming, fuck—” with urgency and desperation unlike any other, you seek purchase on anything you can find on the bed, gripping it tightly as your back arches deeply and your hips roll, legs spasming uncontrollably behind you. you bury your wet face deeper into the mattress, mouth parted dumbly as your chest heaves and your eyes flutter shut.

“what was that?” suna pants, hands gripping your hips tighter as he fucks into you from behind. “cumming again?” he tuts, gritting his teeth to steel himself and stave off his orgasm, hips slowing. your legs are still shaking as his thrusts come to a stop, and the trembling only gets worse when he falls above you, keeping your ass raised as he leans on the mattress, gripping the sheets tightly to fuck into you again.

god, is it even normal for your legs to nonstop shake like this?

“you gonna cum again?” he teases, and hearing his voice so near you, feeling the heat of his body so close, the scent and feel and sound of him so alluring, makes you shiver, hands gripping the sheets tighter as you whine tightlipped. “so soon?” his thrusts are slower now: he takes his time pulling out and thrusting back in like gentle waves, his strokes easy. yet, somehow, this makes your nerves prickle even worse, because now you can feel all of him, every ridge and every vein, feel him as he slowly stretches you open when he pushes in, as your cunt sucks him in, as it gushes around him.

you’re reduced to a wordless mess at this point, only able to whine and pant and sob and drool for him— like the messy bitch you are, such a dirty whore—

his hands fumble on the sheets momentarily before they find yours, and he intertwines his fingers with yours, palms pressed to the back of your hands. “will you give me some more?” he wonders, hips still thrusting languidly. to say he’s delighted to see you nod stupidly at his request, quickly and with a low, whiny hum would be an understatement.

with his fingers laced with yours, and a deep, amused chuckle, suna pulls out, before thrusting too fast, too deep. your eyes widen and you gasp, back arching deeper, fingers grasping his tighter. all he does is grunt and whisper, “good girl,” at your reaction, and begins his once brutal pace again.

i’ve been wanting to do this for a while now, but i wanted to do it as a full fic with like iwa or something where you approach him and tell you you couldn’t cum and then he promises to make you cum till you can’t breathe but i only had the energy for this instead :)

[ladyartemesia]

Since I'm in love with your writings and your taste in reading too. I know that your favorite is Brother's best friend or Best friend's brother, I would like for you to recommend me some of them please ❤️❤️🙏

꧁Brother’s Best Friend꧂

Clandestine by @junghelioseok is fantastic. Jeon Jungkook is the best friend of the reader’s slightly younger brother. He’s sexy and charismatic and DEFINITELY knows what he wants. The growth of his (clandestine) connection with the reader is utterly delicious. This one made me laugh and swoon.

Guarded by @xjoonchildx is basically legendary in my book. The lady in this story is not only Hoseok’s best friend’s sister—she is also his BOSS’s sister and by boss I mean mafia. This is the first installment in Ana’s amazing Rap Line Mafia Universe and it delivers on every level. Hoseok is tasked with protecting the boss’s sister after she is being threatened by sinister forces unknown and sparks fly.

Plums and Melons by @winetae is THAT FIC. The fic I just daydream about sometimes. It’s a fic about two people caught hard in eachother’s gravity. It’s so sexy and cerebral and the main characters are so hot. Jimin is just a guy trying to live his life, but whatever is brewing between him and his best friend’s sister is driving him insane. He wants to be a good guy, but she just isn’t playing fair.

Are You Sure? by @cutechim is such a swoon-worthy and touching piece of wonderful. I tell you I was MOVED. This is beautiful and emotional and EXTREMELY satisfying. Taehyung’s best friend has a sister who he has always secretly adored. When she comes to him and asks for some intimate experience, he isn’t strong enough to say no—not when she’s everything he ever wanted.

Drivers License and Detour by @gyukult is sweet and tender and just a fantastic coming of age story. The reader has been in love with her brother’s best friend, Park Jimin, for almost all of her youth... but what is going on in his head?It’s a tender story that really warms the heart. AND I am happy there is more coming. I would read about these two all day. She published the second part and oh my gosh it’s so incredibly perfect I could scream. This was just such a beautiful journey every step of the way.

Milestone by @1kook is probably one of the first brother’s best friend BTS fics I read and it is amazing. I adore it so much. Because Jungkook is your brother’s best friend he is there for every milestone in your life. But you’ve both grown up now and neither of you are kids anymore. It’s hot. Like really hot. Dialogue and set up are so sharp and fast paced I really loved every second.

Young God by @njssi is scorching hot smut with complicated feelings and warm revelations. You think it’s going somewhere and then it goes somewhere else and honestly it is so awesome the whole time. Jungkook was always your brother’s sweet little friend, but he’s returned determined to show you that he is all grown up.

Tease by @caiuscassiuss floored me. I loved it so much! I spent the whole story just squealing happily about everything. This story has it all. It’s scorching hot. It’s enemies-to-lovers. It’s Taehyung. Jungkook’s sister and Kim Taehyung do not get along AT all—so she decides to bring him to his knees by making him desperate for her. It’s a wild and completely awesome ride.

Wasabi by @ironicarmy is a classic. Hobi is a bad boy that Namjoon vehemently refuses to let near his precious baby sister. But love is too strong a force and soon Hobi and the clever object of his desire decide that some things are worth fighting for. It’s a really sweet story of facing challenges and relying on the people you love. Warm and fuzzy feelings abound, but it’s also super hot.

Forbidden by @btssmutgalore is a masterwork blueprint for this trope. Hobi is a carefree player who falls brutally for Taehyung’s sister. They two of them eventually give in to a VERY steamy series of secret encounters and feelings get very involved. This is hot, suspenseful, and emotionally satisfying. Excellent characterizations as well.

Prohibido by @personasintro is an office AU with a twist. Namjoon is not only her brother’s best friend, he is also her boss and the two of them have incredible chemistry. Watching them pretend that they’re not insanely attracted to each other is so endearing and hot. Reader is convinced her feelings are one-sided. It’s lovely and fun. Definitely a slow burn, but worth it.

Strawberry Kisses by @kimnjss is a fic that I devoured in one sitting and then re-read again immediately. Jeon Jungkook is a player who matches with a girl on a dating app and has no idea she is the sister of his revered mentor and close friend, Min Yoongi. I laughed. I cried. I GASPED OUT LOUD a bunch. It was a whole thing. This is a hybrid social media/written AU and it’s pretty much perfect.

Tempestuous by @ppersonna is so special to me because it was written at the very beginning of my friendship with Lindy. She was looking for requests and I was quick to request my favorite trope. Lindy is bae now and this fic she wrote is marvelous. You are forced to spend the weekend in the same house with your sexy arch-rival Taehyung who just so happens to be your brother’s best friend. Naturally snarky hotness ensues.

Off Limits @floralseokjin is basically a famous entry when it comes to this trope. It’s a Jin fic and Miss Jordan writes EXQUISITE Jin characterizations. There is a hint of mistaken (or unknown) identity in this one which makes it even more fun. Sparks fly between you and a devilishly charming Kim Seokjin at a party. You don’t find out until later who he really is—and why he’s off limits.

And finally I’ll recommend my own Brother’s Best Friend fic All I Want for Christmas is You featuring a charming Taehyung who falls for Jimin’s sister. Jimin basically blackmails his best friend into escorting his sister to several holiday galas. Tae and Jimin’s sister have never gotten along, but they soon discover (through multiple pranks and mishaps) that love (and desire) are out of their control.

Not Your Fairytale by @yeojaa is incredibly sweet and tender. Erin really does emotion so well and her Yoongi characterization is honestly so nuanced and brilliant. This story is about a girl who had her heart broken and instead of canceling the cake tasting she scheduled with her philandering ex-fiancé, she wrangles the tsundere best friend of her brother to pretend to be him.

Brother’s Best Friend by @bts-hyperfixation is a short and sweet moment between two people who have been fighting their attraction for each other. It is so hot and delicious I tell you. You’re in trouble and the person you call is probably the person you shouldn’t—but you aren’t the only one willing to take a risk tonight.

Off Limits by @kaddiiction will break your heart and put it back together again. This one was recommended to me by a reader and I cannot thank them enough. It is fantastic. Jimin is a player but he crosses the line when he begins a liaison with his best friend’s sister. Still there is far more to this situation—and Jimin—than meets the eye.

꧁Best Friend’s Brother꧂

Orectic by @gimmesumsuga is one of my favorite fics of all time. It is a hybrid fic where the reader is a cat hybrid and Hoseok is the brother of her best friend who comes to stay with her while her bestie is away... It is so tender yet SO HOT. I’m telling you I cannot even keep count of how many times I have read it.

Theophany by @ilikemesometaetaes was a JOURNEY. It made me so emotional. Like the story centers around art a lot, but let me tell you, this fic IS art. Jimin is just the man of my whole dreams in this piece as the brother of a former best friend with an irresistible allure. It is a coming of age story with the most beautiful twist. AND THE LOVE SCENE—oh my gosh I screamed it was so good. This story is just so so good.

Run by @neonlights92 is Jungkook’s story in the mafia universe I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH. You don’t have to read the whole series to understand it (BUT YOU SHOULD). This is best friend’s brother meets arranged marriage and honestly it’s fantastic. Jungkook doesn’t do love and affection and being forced into an arranged marriage with his sister’s friend who has always had a crush on him is just a blow to his freedom... or is she? GAH! This story—like all the stories in this universe—is superb.

The Magic to Happiness by @readyplayerhobi is a best friend’s brother meets teachers AU meets Hogwarts AU. Now... all of those are top tier tropes so finding them together is like winning the lottery. Hobi was once just a skinny kid who had obvious heart eyes for you (his sister’s best friend) but now he’s tall and confident and really attractive. The magic of this story is evident in every word of the sweet relationship that blooms between these two.

Problem with You by @monvante is so sweet and kind of hilarious. I giggled so much! Jungkook is your best friend’s brother and he is kind of too perfect and too handsome and he’s always around and you hate him and he hates you... Right? When you cross paths with the infuriating Jeon Jungkook at your best friend’s wedding, you discover that you may have been wrong about a great many things.

Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine by @ktheist is so so SO fabulous. I was obsessed with this (now complete) series from the very first installment. You and Tae are besties who have know each other since you were little kids, but lately Tae’s older brother Jin has been lookin mighty fine. Just how far can you push him till he breaks. And if he breaks.... what then?

This list is BY NO MEANS exhaustive. I just used it to compile some of my FAVORITES in this particular trope.

➪ IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND FICS I SHOULD CHECK OUT PLEASE COMMENT (seriously please I love this trope so much) AND I WILL ADD THEM TO THIS LIST.

➪ Newer Additions are in PINK!

➪ Newest Additions are in BLUE

[bangtangalicious]

death valley (m) | part 8

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jin x reader, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.0k

warnings: reader discretion advised. rough sex, physical roughness, sadism kink, pain kink, breast play, fingering, elevator sex (semipublic), praise kink, dirty talk, unrealistic endurance (this is one day LMAO), attempted fire play, bondage, guns, attempted shootings, knife play if you squint, spanking, degradation (name calling, slut shaming, being really mean lolol thanks jin), crying kink? lot of crying, toxic and manipulative behaviors, jin steps on you so there’s that, character death, heavy drug use, paranoia/fear, voyeurism, sex while intoxicated, me trying to put some humor where i can, sweet dom!jungkook, wild dom!jin, and a sprinkle of dom!taehyung ;) ALSO eyebrowpiercing!jungkook. very important. 

a/n: s/o soowoozoo!bts for being my inspo. 

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | series navi | masterlist |

F L A S H F O R W A R D--

Goosebumps spread across your skin as the silence set in. The room was chilly, air conditioner buzzing in contrast to the slick humidity of the summer night waiting for you outside. The white light made your eyes ache, the walls were plain, dry, empty.

You stared blankly at the table in front of you. The sound of the pen scratching paper made you ache, remembering kinder days when you and Hobi would be goofing around and writing songs. How did you get here? How did you let this happen?

The previous night, you had dreamt of being at a concert, somewhere far from Death Valley. Losing yourself to music and molly, a soft pair of hands on your hips as you danced the night away, singing at the top of your lungs. Those same hands wrapping around your waist, nose tracing behind your ear to whisper to you how pretty you were. How hot you looked and how badly he wanted to tear your clothes off with his teeth. 

You allowing him to pick you up so easily, take you back to his car where you scrambled into the back seat. Like children. The first kiss was magic, you were glued to him and could barely move on. He wouldn’t leave you for a second, he wouldn’t let you breathe. Your lips were hot on each other, soft moans and giggles. Swallowed smiles as you drank one another in, bodies like waves crashing against each other.

Hands wandering until he had you where he wanted. Where you wanted. He loved you down so incredibly good. How he was able to tear you apart while still being so sweet, you could barely even fathom. His teeth dug into the flesh of your breasts, fingers hooking around your panties. 

His tongue ravished your figure. There was no part of you left untouched, no part of you that wasn’t completely ablaze with arousal. You would arch your neck back as he lapped away at the sweetness dripping between your legs, your hands combing through his wavy black hair.

His tongue knew where to go, he knew how you liked it, and your fist clenched as he fucked you with his mouth through and through. He always made sure you came first. Always. Every single time.

Whether you had mere minutes or long hours, he loved the way you tasted, making sure you knew that at every chance he got. Sloppy wet kisses traveled up your stomach to your chest, up your neck, hands caressing your ass, scratching your back, holding you close for a moment. 

You were whisked away into heaven, just briefly, as his thick cock would push into you. Your pussy pulling him in, wanting to feel the familiar but oh so incredible stretch that only he gave you. 

Taehyung. You sobbed as he fucked you, allowing him to kiss the glossy tears off of your cheeks as he rolled his hips, angling so perfectly to nudge deep within you. His sinister grin, his giggles, his chaos. You were in the hands of disaster but you never felt more safe. 

Why are you crying dumbass? He would find your state amusing, continuing to fuck you, thrusts long and smooth. Quick, but slow enough for you to savor each second. Your whining lost behind the wet sound of your bodies colliding.

Where are you? Are you watching this right now? You’re not really dead are you?

Stroking your cheek, he leaned down to whisper against your mouth. The words he would keep on saying, echoing back to you. Play along. I won’t hurt you.

What exactly you were playing, you were unsure. 

“Look at me” Your eyes darted up to meet Jin’s deceivingly innocent eyes. “I’m gonna ask you again, did you kill Kim Taehyung?” 

You gulped, sweat collecting onto the cold handcuffs around your wrists. Jin glanced at the mirrored wall, before letting out a heavy sigh. 

“It appears that Kim Taehyung was murdered about two hours before the party. We found your gun near the body.” Jin holds up the custom weapon Yoongi had given that was unmistakably yours. “Where were you at that time?” You felt your eyes getting heavy.

“I was” You lips were chapped, mouth clammy with a bitter taste. You looked him dead in the eye, stomach sickened by the amusement glistening within them as you struggled with your response. You knew he was getting a kick out of it. You wanted to spit on his face. You wanted to slap him, to scream, to flip the table and break out of the windowless room that caged you.

“I was with...y..” Jin smirked, leaning back. You cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute.

“With who Y/n?”

You glared at him. He was treating this as some sort of role play. You felt queasy at the thought. Someone was dead. Dead. 

“You. I was with you”

F L A S H B A C K--

The morning rays slid through the expansive glass wall of the hotel room, causing Yoongi’s eyes to flinch, squinting as they opened and took in the day that presented itself. He sighed heavily, the weight of the previous night still on his mind. You were still asleep, but he could see through the chaffing beneath your wrists that you were not comfortable. He took the leash and fastened it to the headboard, ensuring you had no escape. 

Grabbing his keys, Yoongi quickly got dressed in a white hoodie and left the room. He needed to find out the truth for himself. He couldn’t afford to have you lying to him already. 

It was so frustrating to him that you couldn’t just be honest with him. He had been immensely open with you even if he was not proud of what he had to share. Why would you hide things? Hadn’t he proven himself to you? Hadn’t he done everything to win your heart?

Yoongi sighed. His anger issues were core to his being. It was part of his true self, but he had spent years trying to become someone you would fall in love with. All he wanted to do was make home in your heart, but no matter how many of your suitors he ended up threatening, beating to a pulp, and forcing them to bail on you, there was nothing in his power that could tear down that goddamn Park Jimin poster on your bedroom wall.

There was nothing he could do to stop you from writing small fantasies in your journal that you kept stashed in your bedside drawer. 

Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn’t come close to killing Jimin multiple times before. But he realized that would not have delivered him a solution. If Jimin died, you would mourn. You would still harbor that love for him and never have an opportunity to see what he really was. It was because of this Yoongi, with Taehyung’s helpful insight, had orchestrated a way to destroy Jimin in your eyes. 

Jimin was then introduced to Yoongi’s two weapons of destruction, Taehyung and cocaine. Yoongi worked hard to build himself up as a successful music producer. He had to be better than Jimin, had to make sure he could offer you everything Jimin could and more. 

To his surprise, you did move on from Jimin, at least the reality of him. But this fantasy of who he used to be remained pinned to your heart. After Jimin quit music, the mention of his name would still cause you to blush and smile. It made Yoongi want to throw up.

You had to see for yourself. Yoongi learned what it was that attracted you to Jimin and embodied just that. You liked that you had to chase him, you liked that he didn’t give a shit about you. You liked that he never noticed you and you had to pine for his attention. You liked that he was dedicated to his music, you liked the lifestyle he was associated with. You liked his lack of emotion and fantasized of him showing his true colors to you and only you, a sensitive, sweet, charming guy. Anger was not a part of this persona at all. 

When he felt like he had driven Jimin crazy enough with the drugs, he decided to plant rumors on stan twitter that Jimin would be signing with his label. Using his personal relationship with the singer, he was able to sign him on. He conveniently then offered you a summer internship, knowing full well you would be coming for one reason alone. Park Jimin.

Yoongi wanted you to fall straight into his arms. He rented out every available apartment for the months you were searching for a place to live, forcing you to reside in his building. He wanted to win you over naturally. He wanted you to work with Jimin, hook up with Jimin, and end up loathing him. Loving Yoongi instead. 

Jimin’s gang activity was getting on Yoongi’s nerves. Taehyung told him Jimin was in Death Valley, that you saw Jimin at Death Valley. When Yoongi heard from you, not Taehyung, that you had been kidnapped, along with Namjoon nonetheless, Yoongi had enough. He was used to giving Taehyung plenty of unsupervised jurisdiction, so Jimin’s accident was not a surprise to him. 

But you sympathized with Jimin, which was not what he wanted. He then decided to take things into his own hands, threatening Seokjin into throwing the fight to leech Jimin of every cent he had. He broke into your apartment, fucking everything up so that you had no choice but to come to him. To need him. 

And when Jin didn’t lose, he had no choice but to reveal to you who he was. Even after all his honestly, all his trust, you still lied to him. 

Yoongi was furious. He arrived at Death Valley, using the front entrance. Pulling a mask over his face, he barged in, surveying the silence as a sign that the bar was empty. Through the kitchen he arrive at the back storage room, accessible only by key, where all of the surveillance had been set up years ago. 

Monitors were spread across the wall, but Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in at one that was coming up with no feed. Your apartment. Someone had fucked with the cameras. Yoongi types away at the main monitor, enlarging your apartment footage and reeling back to find the moment the device was destroyed.

He sees Taehyung, whispering something to you. Next thing he knows the stream is blank. He grits his teeth, as all the pieces fall into place. He was a fool. How could he have been so blind? Taehyung must be in love with you. He must have, after watching you for so many years. Yoongi scowled at the thought of the ways Taehyung may have seen you, naked, vulnerable, ways that only he should. 

He had trusted Taehyung. Taehyung had only ever shown interest in money and Yoongi thought that was enough. Taehyung must have fucked you over and over again once the cameras were dead. What a whore. It made sense then that he had cut the line through his branding on you. He was the only one who could have. He had access to you and he was psychotic! He must have forced you to lie. You wouldn’t ever hide anything from Yoongi, no, Yoongi was the man of your dreams. You felt grateful that you had him, didn’t you?

He tilted his head, cracking his knuckles before he punched the glass screen, causing the feed to go haywire and sparks to erupt. Kim Taehyung. You are dead to me.

Yoongi growled lowly before picking up his phone. “It’s me. I need to see you. Now” 

-

Hobi kept his hand on the small of your back as he led you down to the hotel bar. The two of you nodded politely at the staff members who were busily preparing for the big event. The bar was empty aside for a few guests enjoying their brunch-time mimosas.

Hobi couldn’t really revel in the fact that the two of you were getting drinks together, almost like a date. His mind was too caught up in the initial shock he felt when he saw you tied up in his boss’ bedroom. He felt upset, but moreso he felt violated. He wondered if you were getting taken advantage of. Did he promise you a promotion? Was he manipulating you?

Punishing someone like that, Hobi was never one to kink shame, but it seemed a bit much. The name burned into your skin did nothing to ease his concern. Someone who was possessive, violent, impulsive. It reminded him of...

Hobi didn’t know. He didn’t know who gave him orders. He really didn’t care once the cash rolled in, but it began hitting too close to home. He wasn’t thrilled about hurting Namjoon, but two duffel bags of cash were enough for him to momentarily set aside his morals. 

“What should I get?” You surveyed the small menu of cocktails. “What’s gonna fuck me up the fastest?”

Hobi snorted, “Tequila” He twirled your hair as your gaze remained glued to the menu. The thought of you being in danger upset him greatly “Y/n...when did Yoongi brand you?" You called the bartender ordering a line of shots to which the they glanced at the clock before giving you a weird look.

“The night of the rematch” You told him, reacting before you realized what you had said. Your lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to conjure an excuse. A row of shot glasses was placed in front of you. You took one, gulping it down before letting out a heavy sigh. The bitterness burned down your throat. You basked as the liquid hit your mind, easing you slightly.

“Yoongi was at the fight?” Hobi recalled the wild night that the three of you had been at Death Valley. It was the first time he ever saw the man giving him orders. The man was tall, broad, had dark hair and wore dark clothes, face covered in a mask. Could it have been...Yoongi?

“Y/n!” The two of you turned to see Jungkook approaching the bar. He had changed his hair, the blue swapped for a short black cut, and you couldn’t help but double take at his new eyebrow piercing. 

You downed another shot, glancing at Hobi who had raised his eyebrows seeing the drug dealer. Jungkook gave you a light hug, waving timidly to Hobi. You smirked, another shot down the hatch. “Easyyyy Y/n” He placed a hand on your back as he slid into the seat next to you.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Hobi sneered. Jungkook rolled his eyes, used to the condescending treatment of gang members. "Didn’t you get stabbed or something?”

“I did!” Jungkook grinned, “In fact, that’s exactly why I’m here. I think I figured out who Mr. Bossman is, and I wanna fucking kill him”

Hobi rolled his eyes, “Oh really”

“Kim Seok-motherfucking-Jin baby. He stabbed me. He’s the one who showed up and threatened me to move out of Y/n’s apartment, so he’s probably also the one who called for the kidnapping. And he might have called for Jimin’s accident. It makes so much fucking sense”

Jin did what? There was not enough alcohol in your veins to act like you didn’t fully understand what he had just said. Jin had Jungkook move out? It wasn’t impossible. And that’s what scared you. You blinked at Jungkook incredulously, “But he’s literally a police officer”

Jungkook’s grin widened, “Exactly! It’s fucking brilliant. He’s a cop, he fights for the other side. He wins no matter what and can never get caught. No one would ever suspect him. Winning despite being threatened? Who threatened him huh? It’s a fucking ploy. You’re not dead and neither is he I bet. Kingpin. Boom”

You felt sick, knowing that Yoongi was not the only person you needed to be worried about. It was almost funny how blatantly misinformed Jungkook was. “Wow you guys are idiots.” You muttered under your breath, taking another shot before coughing roughly. Should I tell them? Why did Jin lie? Is this even the truth? Jin always tried to pin things on Jungkook, but you defended him. Hearing his words now made your head spin. He’s lying. Jungkook is lying. You wanted to scream, frustration flooding through your veins as you clenched your fists.

“I’m gonna tell Jimin and Taehyung what I know. They will give me so much money dude.” Jungkook chuckled, “And then they’d kill him, oh God finally”

Hobi pursed his lips, mouth feeling dry as he reflected on Jin’s eerie words before he shot him in the leg. He didn’t know where Jin was anymore, handing him off to be taken somewhere. It didn’t make sense. His orders were to seize Jin if Jin won the fight. Why place an order like that all? Why do any of this?

“Y/n, come with me.” Jungkook tugged at the sleeve of the oversized Nirvana shirt you had thrown on after your shower session with Hobi. You giggled, the thought of Taehyung coming into your slowed thoughts like a hurricane, tearing up any understanding you thought you had of the situation. There was only one thing you believed. Only one thing you knew with full certainty and it was all you could hold onto.

“Oh my goodness it’s Yoongi. It’s Yoongi. It’s always been Yoongi” The words spilled from your lips like the tequila that dripped down the side of your lips as you took yet another shot, giggling like a ditz. Jungkook and Hobi exchanged confused looks with each other, only making you laugh more. “I would fucking know okay!” Your laughs grew loud, “I was locked up in his fucking apartment and where the hell were all of you huh? Dumb fucking idiots!” You buckled over, laughing into Jungkook’s chest.

“Jungkook” Hobi sighed, “I gotta get back to work. Can you get her sober please?” Jungkook nodded. He held your waist tightly helping you stand, walking with you carefully to the hotel elevator.

The laughter wouldn’t stop. Passerbys shot the two of you dirty looks as Jungkook pulled you into the elevator easily. Through it’s glass walls you could see the midday skyline, where outside people hustled through life as if everything were normal. Must be fucking nice. “Y/n” Your laughs began to choke in your throat, turning instead to the sobs you tried to suppress with whatever will you had left. 

Jungkook placed his soft lips on your shoulder. Hands sliding onto your waist as he peered at you curiously, “Y/n, is everything okay?”

You shook your head, the elevator door closed as tears began forming in your eyes. Your voice croaked, “I’m dead. He’s gonna kill me. T..taehyung is gonna kill me. I...I know he will. He’s everywhere. Everywhere.” You looked around frantically, suddenly feeling hyperaware of the security cameras littered throughout the public space. “I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone...I” You hiccuped. Jungkook pulled you into a tight hug.

“It’s okay ssh” He stroked his thumbs them across your cheeks, cupping your face affectionately. “I’m here aren’t I?” You sniffled, nodding lightly. “I got you okay. No one is gonna hurt you”

You stared into his kind brown eyes. You did not trust him, your entire body was screaming at you not to trust him. His fingers danced down your figure, freely gliding over your heaving chest, desperately trying to breathe with the fear that choked you from within.

You blinked at him, eyes glancing down at his pouty lips before finding his eyes again. “Y/n” Jungkook whispered, barely inches from your lips. “I won’t let anyone hurt you okay. I promise”

Fat tears rolled down your face at his words. Jungkook clicked his tongue, cooing at you as he continued to wipe away your hears. “Oh you poor thing” He held you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, before tilting your face up to his. 

He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as his lips landed on yours, swallowing you into him. The taste of tequila was evident on your lips as he kissed you softly, and you allowed yourself to surrender to his warm touch.

You felt heat pooling in your chest as his fingers trailed up your legs. He traced circles into the inside of your thighs, letting his fingers tease the edge of your shorts. 

“Jungkook” You inhaled sharply, his hot breath tickling your neck as you tilted your head back. He licked his lips before sloppily latching onto your collarbone, sucking down to litter your skin with wet kisses as his fingers slid down your shorts, just barely so that he could roll his hips into you.

He pushed you back against the glass, fingers trailing across your bare thighs before sliding beneath your panties. Jungkook ran a finger over your clothed folds, making you clench down. 

“Y/n” His voice sounded equally as desperate as yours, barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. “Fuck I missed you” You gasped as his fingers slid under the fabric. He pushed a finger in, allowing your tight cunt to accustom to it before adding another finger not long after. 

His other hand slid beneath your shirt, pushing your bra up so he could run his thumb over your nipples, his touch featherlight, leaving you breathless. You rolled your eyes back in pleasure, bucking your hips up as he slowly pumped you with his fingers.

“That’s it baby, just like that” He whispered, lips pressing into your neck. You let out a shaky moan as his fingers quickened, pumping in and out of you as you latched onto his shoulders. “Look at me. Look right at me baby”

He brought his lips over yours, just brushing them across your skin so he could gaze deep into your eyes as you fucked yourself onto his fingers. You cried out his name as the friction began to overwhelm you. His fingers easing you right where you needed them, pleasure searing through you as he watched your every move.

"So good for me” He pulled his fingers out, doused in your sticky arousal before he placed them into his own mouth. Your eyes widen as he licked of every last bit of you and smiles. “You taste so fucking good baby”

He kisses you again, harsher this time as his hips roll against you. Your fingers grip his hair as he pulls down his sweats, allowing his cock to spring out. 

“You want my cock?” He ran his tongue over your lips, tugging at them slightly as he stroked his cock. You could feel his hand moving between your legs. “You want my big cock in your little pussy?”

You gulped, nodding as Jungkook looked down, lining his tip against your folds, pushing in only slightly before meeting your eyes again. “So warm and wet for me, fuck” He pushed in further, groaning as you spread your thighs wider, allowing him to thrust as deep as he could. He stilled briefly, kissing you again “You take me so well baby fuck. So fucking tight for me. My pretty baby” He stroked your face, thumb pushing into your mouth slightly.

“Does it feel good?” He mumbled, pulling out just slightly before rolling his hips back into you. He picked up a rhythm, fucking you deep and slow, hands clawing at your breasts.

“Yeah...feels really good” Your eyes fell shut, enjoying the fulfilling pleasure of his movements. He pulled your shirt up, burying his face between your breasts as he continued to fuck up into you. 

“Mmm yeah I bet” He pushed your bra up, allowing his fingers to pinch you nipples. He took one into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the small bud as he began to suckle you, looking up to your face and enjoying your reactions. “You’re so fucking pretty you know that right?” He sucked on your breast harshly before leaving it with a soft kiss and moving onto the other. “So perfect for me”

His thrusts quickened, driving you up the wall as his hands fell to your hips. You burying your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your high approaching. “Jungkook...I’m...”

“Yeah?” Jungkook’s voice was raspy with lust, “You wanna cum baby? Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock, wanna hear you make those pretty little moans when you cum”

You cried out with every thrust as he pushed you over the edge, and you felt your pussy burst with pleasure as you came, the sloppy sounds of your arousal echoing through the small space. Jungkook groaned as the hot liquid covered his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease. 

“There you go. Good girl. Good fucking girl, just like that” He gasped, feeling his cock twitch slightly, buried deep in your cunt, “Want me to cum inside you baby?” You nodded, whining slightly, “Yeah? You want it baby? Huh?” Jungkook’s hips thrust furiously at you, and he cupped your face, bringing his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes as he came. “Want my cum? Want me to fill you up baby?”

“Yeah. I want it. Jungkook please,” Your whiny voice was enough to have him spurting through you.

“Holy fuck” Jungkook buckled over, holding you tight as cum shot out of him, filling you up and leaking out onto the floor.

He pulled out of you quickly, pulling up his sweats while you fixed your own clothes. Sweat painted his forehead as he looked at you, panting with a big smile on his cute face.

“I missed that” He confessed, pulling you back into him by the waist. He knelt down and pressed his lips on yours, letting his hands slide to your ass and squeeze them softly. 

You heard a familiar ring as the elevator door reached it’s destination. You jumped away from Jungkook, unable to get far as the strong boy’s hold on you remained steady. 

"I see stabbing you once didn’t really drive home the message huh Mr. Jeon Jungkook” 

You felt goosebumps spread as you heard the sinister tone of Jin’s voice. He stood leaning against the elevator as if he had been waiting for you, twirling his knife around aimlessly between his fingers. “Too bad, I unfortunately can’t kill you yet” He turned to you and winked, “Both of you come with me”

-

Sweat trickled down from Namjoon’s neck, his eyes glued to the tattered punching bag in front of him. His muscles were still sore, bruises still spattered across his bare chest. He didn’t care. He was sick of feeling helpless. Under the dim lights of the boxing gym, he pushed himself, another hit, more force, ignoring the pain shooting through his limbs with every strike.

“Don’t overdo it” Namjoon rolled his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice. “Last thing you want is to get injured again” He turned to the sound of loafers echoing across the concrete floor.

“What do you want Yoongi?” Namjoon sneered. The producer smirked slightly, patting the punching bag playfully before pacing around Namjoon.

“I’m gonna kill Taehyung, and I know Jimin is gonna break hell. I need you to protect Y/n for me. Can I trust you, Namjoon?” His voice was stern.

“Man, fuck you Yoongi” Namjoon groaned, “I put my life on the line for you constantly and you still have to fucking ask? Promise me. I want out after this. Promise me a record deal”

Yoongi shrugged, “Okay fine. I’ll sign you. Don’t let her out of your sight.” Yoongi inhaled sharply, “And I swear to God Namjoon if you even think about touching her, you’re dead to me. And I will know if you do.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, lips parted, desperately trying to catch his breath. “Yeah okay. Just get me my fucking record deal”

Yoongi pursed his lips, pulling out his phone and handing it to Namjoon. “Paperwork is ready. You have one job. Don’t fuck up again” Namjoon clenched his fist as Yoongi chuckled in amusement. “I have some business I need to deal with personally. Keep her safe Namjoon, please”

-

You gagged, a puke-ish feeling clogging your throat as you coughed out. Your head was throbbing with pain as you squinted against the gleaming lights from the chandelier above your head. Glancing around, you realized you were back at Jungkook’s place, large dark wooden floors adding to the ambiance that just screamed rich in your face. The plushness of his large bed evident beneath you. 

You get up slightly, peering across the room where you see Jin handing a large duffel bag to Jungkook, whispering something into his ear. Jungkook nods eagerly, shaking Jin’s hand before exiting. He turns back to you, smiling as he realizes you are awake.

“Hey party girl. Recovered from our little day drinking session have we?” Jin chuckled. You scowl, searching around you as your throat desperately demanded water. Jin handed you a glass. “I just got Jungkook caught up, but you and I need to have a little talk” 

You exhaled before emptying the entire glass down your throat. “I know everything” You scoffed in spite, “I know everything you did, you fucking maniac”

Jin smiled wide at the term, “I know. Jungkook told me you think I was behind all of the stuff that’s been going on, stabbing him and kidnapping you. I mean,” Jin laughed, a tinge of condescendence in his voice, “You don’t actually believe that do you? Like, seriously how dumb are these guys. At least you’re smart”

You frowned at his tone, unsure of how to respond. Jin raised his eyebrows at your silence before continuing, “Oh come on Y/n. Use that little brain of yours hm? What the hell would I be gaining from all this? It was Taehyung.”

He extended you a hand, helping you out of the bed and pulling you up to stand before him, “What did he tell you huh? That he’s Yoongi’s friend or some shit? Taehyung doesn’t give a fuck about Yoongi. And I know you know about him screwing over Jimin. He’s trying to take over both gangs, not just Jimin’s, and he’s been lying to you this whole time.”

The bargaining chip. “What do you mean?” You followed the flat echoes of his footsteps down the hallway into the same office that you had Jimin tied up only a few days ago. You suppressed a smile as you noticed the curtains were still torn.

“He’s distracting Jimin and Yoongi with you. He wants them to get up against each other so that he can sway the gang loyalties towards him by showing that their leaders priorities are off. Look here” Jin motioned towards a laptop on the large desk, playing security footage of what appeared to be Death Valley’s parking lot, where people were loading bags of cash into what could have been Taehyung’s car. “He’s robbing them. And you know what else Y/n? When he’s done with all of this, he’s gonna kill them both.” 

No. No way. Betrayal stung you as you process Jin’s words, “You’re just a pawn in his game. You were bait. He just needed to you get Jimin and Yoongi to fight amongst each other. And you let him, didn’t you?” Jin chuckled, patting your cheek. “I know he kept telling you that you could trust him. That he wouldn’t hurt you. It was bullshit Y/n. This man only cares about one thing. Himself”

You thought back to the first night you laid your eyes on him, back when his hair was a faded green, his sweaty tan skin contrasting his dark leather jacket. The look of familiarity in his eyes and the gleam from his diamond studded watch. You were a fool. He strung you along.

“Where is he?” You growled, “I wanna hear it from him. I wanna ask him myself”

“Absolutely. In fact, if you’re up for it, I was wondering if you would be down to do another little mission for me” Jin winked at you. You scowled, folding your arms over your chest, “If we don’t kill him first, he’s planning on killing Yoongi tonight before the party. I know because I got him to let me in on his little coup” Your heart dropped, “You don’t want that do you?”

"No” You blurted. 

“So let’s kill him first. Come on, let’s go get you dolled up for this party”

As you left the office, you couldn’t help but notice a familiar figure standing at the other end of the hallway.

Namjoon? Your eyes locked with his. He pressed a finger to his lips before pointing at Jin and shaking his head. What is he trying to say. Namjoon seemed to have a warning look in his eyes. You simply shrugged at him, before running down the hall to catch up with Jin.

Namjoon exhaled, watching from a window as Jin and you drove off, likely heading to the hotel. Looking at his palm he saw the way his nails left imprints in his skin from how hard he was clenching his fists. Namjoon wasn’t necessarily a fan of Taehyung, but he knew a thing or two about him from Yoongi. Taehyung would never kill people. He was averse to it for some reason, Namjoon always thought it was ironic for him to be a gangster given that quality. Taehyung could torture anyone, threaten anyone, but he didn’t have it in him to take a life. 

Which meant that Jin was lying to you. Namjoon never liked Jin. Even aside from all the hits he had taken from the strong man, he always felt something was off about the guy. He feels uneasy about what he had just seen transpire, and decided to go find Yoongi. 

-

“Do you want some coke?” You were in the middle of washing your face when Jin walked in with a bag of powder. “I could use a hit, I don’t know about you”

“Oh hell yes. Thank you” He poured out a line on the bathroom counter using a quarter, watching with a small chuckle as you inhaled the drug, nose pressed against the cool marble. You sighed, wiping your nose and flashing a big grin in the mirror “Damn. I needed that. I didn’t know that you use”

Jin bit back a smirk, “I do.” He poured another line on the same place, this time taking a hit himself. “A lot”

“Oh. Officer Jin is a druggie like the rest of us huh” You teased. Jin poured himself a gin martini, taking a sip, eyes alight with amusement. “Does that turn you on ever? Do you ever have a hottie cuffed up and they’re like please Officer does that..you know..turn you on?”

Jin’s eyes widened at you “Not any hottie, no. Now if I had you cuffed up saying that” He chuckled, pulling you to him by the waist “That’s a whole other story” You pushed him away playfully.

“What?” Jin said mockingly, “Don’t remember that night where I gave you the best orgasm of your life?” His traced his lips up your jaw, and you could feel his smile against you.

“Wow. Cocky are we?” You raised your eyebrows. “I’ve had some pretty good sex in my life. Hard to say if that was the best”

Suddenly, Jin pulled his knife from his back pocket, glancing in the mirror as he traced the blade across your neck just enough for you to feel the sharp cold metal glide on your skin, pinching without actually making you bleed. “Don’t even lie. You loved fucking me. Don’t you remember? How fucking wet you were?” His breath was hot against your lips, but it was the look in his eyes that had you weak in the knees. 

Taking his knife, he slit clean down your shirt, tearing it off of you to reveal your bare chest. “On the floor slut” His whispered, flirty demeanor now shifted into something dark. Something feral.

You gulped, taking care to slide your bottoms off, not wanting him to slice them up before lowering yourself down onto the tiled bathroom floor. 

Jin set the knife aside, pulling out his lighter and setting in on the counter before shedding his own clothes, even he kicking off his shoes. He lifted his foot, and you watched with a curious gaze as he placed his foot on your chest. He kept the weight off of you, much to your relief, and you couldn’t help but feel absolutely filthy as he rolled your breasts under the sole of his foot. You had never done anything like this. It seemed so dirty, but felt so good. 

“Oh my god Jin” You gasped as he switched onto his other leg, taking his foot and shoving it into your mouth, watching in amusement as you gagged over his toes.

“Look at you. On the fucking floor. Naked little whore. Letting me do whatever I fucking want.” He removed his foot from your mouth, letting you catch your breath before you looked up at him with quivering eyes.

He felt blood rush to his cock at your expression. Licking his lips, knelt down, climbing over you to gently trail his fingers where his foot had been moments ago.

“And you love it” He sneered, letting his nails dig into your breast, “You love the pain don’t you you fucking slut?” When you didn’t answer he grabbed your jaw, pushing his fingers into the edge of your mouth. “I asked you a fucking question”

“Y...yes” You exhaled. You felt his fingers tease your clit, teeth tugging on your lobe as he laughed darkly.

Jin reached for the martini glass “Turn over” He growled. You found yourself with your breasts pressed flat against the floor, Jin’s cock pressing into your ass. You gasped as he poured the drink onto your back. “This is gonna burn. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. I know you are, you let Yoongi do it so I can too”

“Wait what” Jin pressed your face down with one hand while the other grabbed his lighter, “Jin. Hold on.” Your voice rose in fear, which only turned Jin on more. He watched as you writhed under him, trying desperately to get away. “Jin seriously. That’s not funny”

“Shhh. You can take it” He cooed, flicking the flame on he slowly lowered it to your skin, bringing it nearer and nearer to the doused skin. You yelped as you began to feel the concentrated heat. Your entire body was petrified. “Enjoy it baby. You like it. You love it. You let Yoongi do it so why can’t I?”

“Jin. It’s not you, I'm just not ready for something like this please” Jin cocked his head aside in irritation, stopping the lighter before it actually touched you and tossing it aside. “I didn’t let Yoongi brand me he just did.”

Jin stilled momentarily. “And you still love him? Even though he did that?”

You didn’t answer. That alone was enough for Jin to rage. He slammed your face back down, the blow giving you a dizzying sensation that hat you getting wetter by the second. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He growled, “How can you love someone like that?” He pulled your face up, bending you back until you were flush against his chest. “I don’t want any of them touching you again. You understand me?” He let go, giving you whiplash as you fell back to the floor. “Ass up. Now” He spanked your ass hard, causing you to yelp. The stinging pain vibrated to your core. You couldn’t help but love every second of it. 

Jin knew that you were scared of him, he could feel it. He could also see the way your thighs would clench whenever he did anything to you. You were his favorite drug. He was going to ruin you.

He grabbed his belt from the pile of clothes on the side, “Hands under” He demanded, rolling his lip through his teeth as you obeyed him right away. He took the belt tying your wrists to your knees under you.

He took a moment to admire his work, your shivering body all his for the taking. You had no where to run. He had you now. “Who gives it to you the best him?” Pulling you towards him by your thighs, he didn’t care that your knees would burn against the smooth tile as he lined his cock up with your folds. He spat down, a glob of saliva landing on your ass before he used his cock head to rub it all over you. He could hear your shaky breath, your whiny moans that made him want to fuck you even more. 

He slapped his palm  onto the curve of your ass, bending over your to growl into your ear “Filthy whore. You disgust me. You let them all just do whatever they want to you, don’t you have any fucking self respect?” He could see his words were hitting close to home. You pursed your trembling lips as Jin smacked you again in the same place. 

“When will you fucking learn huh? This pussy” He reached his hand to harshly cup your cunt, shoving two fingers inside you without warning. “This pussy belongs to me. You’re mine. My cockslut whore” Taking his fingers out, he shoved them into your mouth “You taste that? That how desperate your needy little cunt is for me”

Your legs were strung together, making it all the more painful when he finally began to push his cock inside you, using his fingers to scissor you open so that he could get deep inside you. His length pushed against your tight walls, your cries and curses only motivating Jin to push further. 

“Who owns this cunt huh?” Jin pulled your hips back, burning your knees each time as he pulled you on and off his cock. Your ass slammed into him with each blow. 

“You do. Holy fuck, you do” You gasped, practically screaming as your whole body ached with pain and pleasure. 

“That’s right baby” He pinched your clit, making you yelp as he flicked at it, pounding into your relentlessly. 

“J..Jin” You mumbled, lips still half pressed on the floor, “Jin please. Feels good” Jin scoffed, “Gonna cum...gonna cum” You inhaled loudly as you felt your high approaching. Your eyes clenched shut as he edged you closer and closer, fingers furiously attacking your clit until he stopped.

You let out a loud sob as Jin yanked you up by your neck “You really thought I would let you cum whore?” His grip tightened, cock twitching at the way your voice sounded choking, the water streaming from your eyes and the drool at the edge of your lips. He kissed you, licking it all up in the process.  

“Look in the mirror. Look at how pathetic you are. I want you to remember the only person who’s ever gonna let you feel this good” You looked at your reflection, seeing only your faces and the way Jin’s nails dug into your neck. He pushed you forward so that your chin was on the countertop. You coughed out, watching as he resumed his thrusts, punishing your clit with the jarring movements of his fingers. 

You screamed, pleasure crashing over you in a wave of tantalizing heat. You gushed onto his cock, tears falling from your eyes due to how overwhelming the sensation was. Jin continued to whisper filth right into your ears but you could no longer hear anything. Your vision became hazy, not minding the blow when Jin shoved you back onto the floor and pounded you to his own release.

On the other side of the wall, Namjoon leaned his head back and sighed, glancing down to see his cock in his hands, now completely covered in cum.

-

Taehyung chewed on his gum nonchalantly as he paced around the luxurious hotel, checking out all the fun features. The pool deck was nice, the lobby exquisite, and his favorite part, the cafe, smelt delicious. 

Yoongi had asked to meet him in his suite. On his way there he ran into you, and you knocked his breath away. He always thought you were beautiful, but tonight you looked elegant. It was such a surprising contrast to your usual getup, but you looked amazing. He was about to tell you just that when he finally registered the hurt look in your eyes.

“You liar” You slapped him with everything you had. Taehyung backed away in surprise. “How could you use me like that? Over and over again. I trusted you. You were really the only one I thought had my back. Without a fucking doubt” You lunged towards him for another hit but Taehyung held your wrist firmly.

“What are you talking about? When did I use you?” Taehyung looked around frantically, “Calm down okay, let’s go somewhere and talk this through.” Your eyes flared in anger. 

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! You’re gonna kill them!” You screamed. Taehyung squinted, noticing the slight redness in your eyes. He sighed in understanding, pulling you by the wrist into a corridor. 

“Y/n. Breathe. Tell me what’s going on” Taehyung attempted to calm you down but you were enraged. “And what the fuck are you on?”

Admittedly, you and Jin had ended up doing many more lines of coke, perhaps even molly, you were no longer sure, but you washed it down with the bottle of gin, finding it unprecedentedly hilarious that Jin liked to drink gin martinis. 

“You used me! To fuck with Jimin! And Yoongi! You lied to me! Everything you said was a fucking lie, everything you did, every stupid word that came out of your stupid mouth was a lie! You just want power. You’re selfish, and...and...you’re gonna KILL them” A dramatic gasp left your lips, Taehyung almost laughed, “You’re gonna kill Yoongi. I...I can’t let you do that”

You pulled out your gun, cocking it and pressing it against Taehyung’s chest. He instantly put his hands up. “Y/n. Y/n stop. That’s not true okay you’re not thinking straight. Don’t do something you’ll regret”

Your hands trembled around the gun “You’ll kill them. You’ll kill them both...I can’t let you do that”

“Hold on!”

Too late. You pulled the trigger.

-

Hobi wandered through the parking lot looking for his car. His eyes narrowed on a familiar vehicle, thinking back to when he had loaded the drug money from the last fight. 

So. Is that guy Yoongi then? The one I kept seeing? Hobi wandered over to the car. Peering inside the passenger window, his eyes locked on a small item on the floor of the car. He squinted to read it, it appeared to be some sort of credit card.

He stepped back, realizing what the name on the card was. He glanced around before taking the end of his gun and ramming it into the door handle. The door creaked open, allowing Hobi to swipe the card up. He slid it into his pocket, before hurriedly returning to the hotel. 

-

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he watched you pull a gun out on Taehyung. He had been thoroughly entertained as you yelled and slapped him, knowing full well that you were high out of your mind. 

Namjoon couldn’t understand Jin’s plan at all. He had eavesdropped on everything so far, as per Yoongi’s orders. Why would Jin ask you to kill Taehyung, why wouldn’t he just do it himself? He knew you would hate yourself if you actually killed him. 

He had also been thoroughly disappointed at how easily Jungkook had bought into Jin’s agenda as well. The things people do for money. Namjoon sighed, realizing that he was pretty much acting on similar motivations. 

You were ready to pull the trigger, and Namjoon was almost certain you wouldn’t do it, until he saw your finger begin to curl. He ran towards the corridor as fast as he could.

“Hold on!” He yelled, but it was too late. Taehyung’s eyes flew shut.

Namjoon blinked, not hearing the familiar gunshot sound. You looked equally confused, glancing down the barrel of your gun. Taehyung let out a shaky sigh of relief, sliding down the wall.

“It...was a blank” You mumbled. Namjoon rushed to your side, pulling you away from Taehyung. “What the...what was I just about to do?” His heart clenched as your lips parted in shock.

“Taehyung are you okay?” Namjoon asked. Taehyung nodded, clearly shaken up but managing to get a hold of himself. 

“What the fuck is going on?” He growled, “Who gave her a gun? And who gave her drugs while she had a gun? Fucking hell”

Namjoon stroked your back as you let the gun drop to the floor, the weight of your actions finally hitting you. 

“I’m so sorry. Taehyung I...” You looked into his eyes. Those eyes that always left you questioning what was really going on in that pretty head of his. 

“Yeah. Jin fucking fed her some interesting stories about how you’re using her. At least I hope they’re just stories” Namjoon peered at him. “I’m Namjoon by the way, we haven’t officially met”

Taehyung shook his hand “Hi Namjoon. I heard you make pretty decent music” He chuckled ironically, “Y/n, I need you to tell me everything Jin said. There’s been some sort of misunderstanding, I promise you I wasn’t taking advantage of you.”

Namjoon made a face, exchanging a glance with you as you nodded slowly. Namjoon was not entirely sure he should believe Taehyung. He supposed it wouldn’t matter, when he knew that Yoongi was planning to kill Taehyung anyways. The more information he had, the better he could at least keep you out of trouble. 

P R E S E N T  D A Y--

Security escorted you and Jimin out immediately as the media broke into a frenzy trying to figure out what had happened. You had hoped your acting skills had convinced him. 

After Taehyung sobered you up slightly, the three of you had sat and schemed. Using everything the three of you knew, you were able to figure out that it really was Jin behind Jimin’s accident, your and Namjoon’s kidnapping, as well as Jungkook’s attempted murder. He was able to do all of this using Hobi’s help, but Hobi seemed not to know that he was receiving orders from Jin.

The question remained how and why. 

“I know you’re not going to believe me. So I have proof” Taehyung pulled his phone out, pulling up a recording of Jin tied up somewhere.

All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. And I get to kill them. My way

You felt queasy seeing his earnest expression through the film. Namjoon’s jaw clenched, recognizing crazy when he saw it, wishing he could have knocked the guy’s brains out beforehand.

“Listen to me. This guy is dangerous. I don’t really understand why he’s doing all of this. He said he wanted to help me, but clearly there’s some other motive here. Otherwise he wouldn’t go behind my back.” Taehyung muttered.

“The only way to know what he wants is to see what he does next” Namjoon pitched in. 

You glanced between the two men, feeling weirdly relieved that you finally had some solid answers. Having Namjoon by your side after so long was the best thing you could ask for at the moment, and you clung to him, hands wrapped around his arm tightly. He thought it was cute.

“Let me fake my death. Let’s see what he does.”

The drivers took you and Jimin to the precinct. You looked around for Namjoon but he was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes met Jin’s briefly as he signed some paperwork. He winked at you.

“Can I have the body taken to get an autopsy report please?” You weren’t phased by this. Taehyung had said he had enough contacts to make it truly believable that he had died. Jimin’s face was void of emotion as he watched the stretcher go past with the body on it.

You left the hold on his hand, your blood running cold as the body nears you. It was loosely covered with a white sheet, but the arm hung out limply from the sight.

That watch. That’s his watch.

Jimin pressed his lips to the top of your head, sliding his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him “You okay babe?” 

“I...no yeah, I’m just shocked” You stammered. You looked up at him, allowing him to place a loving kiss on your lips.

Jimin felt for you, he really did. He himself was generally an emotional person, it was not something he ever tried to hide. But he always felt like his emotional energy was valuable. He didn’t feel the need to cry. Not for Taehyung.

Jimin stroked your back softly, “It’s scary, I know. I know baby, but don’t worry” He licked his lips, eyes briefly meeting Hobi’s from across the room. Hobi gave him a knowing look.

“Don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon”

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a/n: WOOHOOO. the fun is really gonna start now. did you miss yoongi? don’t worry, he’ll be back. drop your theories in my asks! who killed taehyung? what’s jin’s deal? 

smut pairs are up for next week! poor oc, she really needs to eat some food. yikes.

see you then & thanks for reading <3 happy juneteenth! 

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[sunarintoes]

Pretty Setter Squad Boyfriend Headcanons

part one can be found here II wc: 2.4k II includes: kageyama, suga, kenma, akaashi, semi and oikawa II atsumu and shirabu 

rewriting because i cringe at the old hcs 😭

✗ Kagggggsss

✗ The emotionally constipated blueberry <3 oh yeahh 😎

✗ Okay well first off he can barely process his emotions (*cough* evidently *cough*)

✗ When you two first started going out he was quite shy and unsure of what to do so you may have had to guide him a bit, but if youre equally shy then it just would have taken longer to get to where you are now; oh and if that was the case it probably took some random burst of energy/confidence from either one of you to make the first move. 

✗ He will buy you milk but uf you hate it (like me 🤢) he will buy you another drink - like juice :D

✗ I dont think he will be the most affectionate, it’s not his love language - and neither are words haHAH. His love language is most likely quality time and gift giving.

✗ He does like to cuddle though 😳

✗ In fact he really likes to :D his favourite is when youre sitting in his lap while he watches a volleyball game (at home - he hates pda). 

✗ This brings us to our next, short point. Kageyama absolutely despises pda, he just thinks its something meant for closed doors and he does not believe that he has to display his relationship for the whole world to ogle at. The most he will do is light hand holding - mostly just linking your pinkies though.

✗ When it comes to height he does not care if you're smaller or taller than him ← but bb, please don't tease him about his height if he’s shorter because he will blow a fuse.

✗ He alternates between small spoon and big spoon, kinda depending on his mood. 

✗ BOY O BOY does he get jealous. Uh please reign in your setter >:( 

✗ Its mostly due to the fact that he’s insecure about himself - he thinks you will leave him like everyone else (in middle school - yes, he is still traumatised from it.)

✗ When he does get jealous he might be snappy to the other person and glare at them or be snappy at you and glare at you. When this happens please give him space because he needs it to clear his head. When he feels better he will come up to you and hug you into his chest so that he can’t see your face and you cant see his, then he will mumble an apology.

✗ Ever since you two began to date he has practiced apologising and getting better at apologising, this is because his inability to admit to his own mistakes was a sour patch in your relationship that almost ended it but he really did not want to lose you so he sucked up his pride and worked on what he had to; of course you also worked in what you had to. God I love character development 😩

✗ Dates are mostly at home dates or dates revolving around volleyball. If you're not into volleyball, Kageyama would not date you, it's something he is so passionate about and loves with every breath he takes (like you) and he refuses to compromise one love for the other. 

✗ ooooh he likes arcade dates a well! He thrives in a competitive environment. If you're not competitive and don't want to compete against him then he’ll compete for you - against the machines lol. Of course you play as well! But i doubt youre as competitive as this blueberry, and if you are - well i guess at the end of the day youll both be stacked in tokens 🤠

✗ Sugawara my beloved <33

✗ He. Is. So. Affectionate! 

✗ Mans loves skin on skin contact ykwim?

✗ He is down for pda and does not care what others think - only what you think <3. 

✗ I mean he might make out with you in public if you ask nicely 

✗ Dates are very fun with him, he’ll take you to cafes, to amusement parks, to carnivals, to movies and all the like. He’s a cliche lover and he’s proud of it.

✗ Your first kiss happened on New Years Eve/Day. The two of you sat on the roof of his house and watched as the fireworks lit up the starry sky of Miyagi and chanted the count down together. The second ‘one’ left your lips he grabbed your face (softly!!) and pulled you in to crash his lips against yours. 

✗ Suga loves to cuddle, preferably face to face because he just thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world. 

✗ He is not the most jealous person, he definitely does get jealous but never of strangers. It's more when his close friends or your close friends get a bit too comfortable if that makes sense? He normally plays it off with humour and messes around because he acknowledges that he is insecure and that it is most likely him thinking of the worst case scenario; however if he really does start to worry and get jealous then he will sit you down and talk about it with you. To him, communication is key. 

✗ Ngl Kenma is definitely in my top 3 favourites. 

✗ I may or may not be a Kenma kinnie 😳🙈

✗ i love my non-toxic gamer boy <33 anywho: no matter what ANYONE says, kenma is definitely affectionate. In fact I'd say he’s one of the most affectionate boyfriends. As we all know, he is shy and introverted but he likes to hang around and spend time with people he likes. He also talks a lot to them. So I hc that he’s a bit of a chatterbox with you and it makes him really happy when you let him talk about a game or a theory he has. He’s a great listener so you can count on him to pay attention to what you say.

✗ if you didn't already have one, he bought you a switch. He loves video game dates especially when he can't see you in person (*cough* lockdown *cough*) 

✗ he loves when you sit on his lap when he plays video games. I know everyone talks about sitting on their partner’s lap as some sexual thing and yeah that can happen but most of the time he’s really soft with you and just enjoys being close to you. Loves when you cuddle into him while he plays so that he can place his head on yours or your shoulder. 

✗ i think he is a bit shy when it comes to kisses but definitely warms up after a while. He absolutely refuses to sleep if he doesnt get your goodnight kisses. He loves to kiss you on your nose and your cheeks the most. He loves when you kiss him on the forehead and the nose <3

✗ kenma is not one for pda, it's just not his vibe. He prefers intimacy and privacy; his relationship is not a movie for the world to watch and gawk at. Especially timeskip!kenma. Though that does not mean he wont ever show you skinship in public, occasionally he will softly hold your hand and maybe press a light kiss to your cheek. 

✗ in terms of jealousy, he is moderate. Kenma, as we all know, has incredible people reading skills, so he understands the situation pretty clearly and knows when you’re uncomfortable/what you think of the situation. Most of the time you can deal with the unwanted attention and he doesnt get jealous, but he does get insecure. He shows this by going quiet and looking away when you look at him, you can cure this by giving him hugs when you get home. 

✗ Akaashi my beloved <3 he’s so pretty i can't even-

✗ ugh! Just imagine him in a dark/light academia aesthetic. 

✗ perfection. 

✗ akaashi is the sweetest most attentive boyfriend, he loves you to pieces and never fails to let you know. He tells you he loves you every morning and every night. He probably makes meals for you and leaves notes in that have a sweet comment like “i love you, you're the best <3” 

✗ he love back hugging you BUT also receiving back hugs 🥺✨

✗ akaashi is a booknerd and an introvert. Please cuddle up to him and let him read his book to you. 

✗ there are only 2 things that can restore his social battery: sleeping and you.

✗ which means he wants cuddles when he’s tired 😊

✗ he is not jealous. He just doesn't get jealous, maybe annoyed if the third party is being a bit too pushy and you're clearly uncomfortable, but he just never feels jealous. No matter how hard you may try to make him jealous (plz dont cause that's kinda toxic imo) he just won't feel that way.

✗ definitely the ‘mom/dad’ as he carries sinister, pads, bandaids → a whole first aid kit basically, everywhere. Bb must be prepared. 

✗ dates are so sweet with him, cute niche cafes and dimly lit libraries. Maybe the occasional abandoned building. He loves spending time with you, so really he's happiest whenever he’s with you; having coffee at McDonalds or a niche cafe won't change anything. 

✗ he’s hard to pinpoint for pda. I feel like he’s indifferent about it. He probably prefers to keep it indoors or to just small and sweet gestures (no making out in public sorry-). It definitely comes down to your preferences, if you don't like it then he won't and vice versa.

✗ semi semi semi semi semi semi

✗ omg mr musician 

✗ he definitely plays guitar - lead guitar and bass guitar. 

✗ skilled fingies for sure 😗

✗ boy why are musicians so hot???? 😫😫😫💦💦

✗ he writes songs about you. Semsem has a bit of trouble saying exactly how he feels, so he writes it and sings it to you with a small little smile and eyes full of love. 

✗ off topic but Semu has the best music taste in haikyuu

✗ he loves hugs so much <33 please hug and cuddle with him 24/7

✗ very affectionate, he’s always touching you someway. Loves kissing your forehead. 

✗ he is jealous. Yeah definitely. He writes songs about being jealous 🗿 not that you mind of course ‘cause they're bangers. I think he might get snappy when he’s jealous, not directly at you but at the other person. He definitely gets a bit bitchy. Sometimes he acts that way to you so you've just gotta slap some sense into him. Say something like “what's your problem?” or “tell me what your problem is so i can help fix it.” ← that's probably the best thing to say. 

✗ afterwards he’ll just snuggle with you until he feels better. 

✗ he asks for your opinion about his songs all the time, please be honest (but also praise them if you like them lol)

✗ he takes you to niche spots he finds, like hidden concerts and stuff. Loves when you come to his gigs <3 oh and when you scream for him (in more ways than one). 

✗ dates are cute and fun. Mostly walking around together → carnivals, main street, farmers market. Those kind of things. 

✗ when it comes to pda he loves it. Loves being able to show the world who his s/o is. If you don't like it then he will tone it down and only do what you’re comfortable with. If you're also into pda then he will happily make out with you anywhere (you're one of THOSE couples 🤢 /j) 

✗ all round best boyfie <3

✗ oikawa 😳 have i told y'all how much i love him? Oikawa is the best written character, no cap, he is so complex and real it's crazy. It's so fun to write about him because you can pick him apart, you know his flaws, his weaknesses, his nightmares but also his strengths and dreams. Anywho i'll stop ranting now but i just love writing for such a perfectly imperfect character-

✗ he puts up a cocky exterior but thats all false. He's as scared as you are, he's scared that you'll leave him like his exes because of how obsessed and focused he is on volleyball. However he is a changed man, he's learned to balance his priorities. If you ever feel like you're being sidelined please communicate with him. 

✗ he values communication above all else and wants nothing more in a partner than for them to also value communication.

✗ back to the point → if you feel insecure of your relationship and that volleyball is taking too much of his attention let him know. He will change that. To an extent → he may have an important game coming up which is why he is focusing more, but he will always find time for you. 

✗ he never forgets to text you good morning and good night. He also sends you wholesome memes and makes sure you're taking care of yourself - they're like reminders for him to also take care of himself. 

✗ he is both jealous and insecure. Everyone who gets too close to you or spends a lot of time with you, he is jealous of. Jealous because he wishes he could spend more time with you but he knows he can't - not without jeopardising his volleyball career. He's also insecure, because he knows you could just leave him for a more fulfilling, more attentive, more balanced relationship. You know that too, I mean, of course you could leave him but no one would be as good as him. No one could match up to your beautifully flawed boyfriend.

✗ he is affectionate, very, very affectionate. He loves you so much. And because he spends so much time on volleyball, anytime with you he's touching you - memorizing every dint, every curve, everything about you so that he won't ever forget. 

✗ Oikawa has trouble sleeping unless he's with you, he wants to sling to you in his sleep and be grounded and remember that he is loved and cherished and appreciated y'know?

✗ pda is not an issue for him. He doesn't care what anyone else says or thinks :P in this relationship the only opinions that matter are his and your’s. Tell him you're uncomfortable with something and he won't do it, and vice versa. But otherwise, like Semi, he won't mind having a good makeout session with you in the middle of the street ;)

[starryhyuck]

not the same. (m)

pairing: dom!renjun x sub!reader

words: 2k+

summary: you haven’t seen renjun in years, and you can’t deny your crush on him hasn’t gone away.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: multiple orgasms, creampie, choking, degradation

This isn’t weird. You’re hanging out with Renjun for the night just like you used to.

He’s also incredibly hot now, but that’s a different story.

The door swings open and you put on your best smile. Renjun grins back and envelops you in a hug, and you try your best to ignore the warmth pooling at your core.

“Hey, I missed you!”

You giggle and wrap your arms around his waist. “I missed you too, Renjun.”

He ushers you inside and notes that the rest of the boys are gone for the night, so it would just be you two. All alone. For hours.

You can do this.

“I made dinner, I’m hoping you still like that stuff we used to eat in school,” he chuckles, hovering over the stove while you take a seat at the dining table.

“It sounds great,” you beam. “Thank you.”

You cough awkwardly. You don’t really know what to say — you haven’t seen Renjun in a few years. The both of you were practically joined at the hip since birth, but you’ve grown a lot after he left, and so has he. You still kept in touch with his career and his surmounting success, but FaceTime calls aren’t the same as being together in real life.

“Do you still dance?” He questions, stirring whatever contents he was brewing. “I remember how good you used to be.”

You chuckle. “From time to time, but not as much as before. I can obviously tell you’re still dancing. Donghyuck mentioned you’ve been working out a lot lately too.”

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Yeah, I work out, but nothing changes.”

I beg to differ. You cough again.

“When did you start talking to Donghyuck again anyways?” He asks. You think you hear a hint of jealousy in his voice, but you shake the thought off before it grows.

“You know him, he’s always bugging me when he gets bored. He was also trying to find something to blackmail you with.”

He laughs, and you forgot how that sound used to make you feel. You shove down the butterflies blooming in your chest. Your crush on Renjun really never went away, especially after he rose to stardom and kept in contact with you. His parents still call you their daughter-in-law, which doesn’t help your attempts to let the crush subside at all.

You eat dinner in silence, and it isn’t comfortable silence either. It’s after a few minutes pass when Renjun grows upset and throws down his chopsticks.

“What’s wrong with us? We were never awkward like this before.”

You blink, avoiding his gaze. “Um, well, we haven’t seen each other in a long while.”

“But we talk all the time,” he frowns. “We had a two hour call just last week.”

You shrug. “I don’t know what to tell you, Renjun.”

You want to tell him that seeing him in person clearly has an effect on you. Your panties are practically ruined just because you’re sitting next to him. It’s been like this all the time, but you’re usually able to control your affections for him in a more subtle manner.

“Is it me? Is it the food? Do you actually not like it anymore? I can-“

“No, no, the food is fine,” you assure. You feel incredibly bashful trying to speak to him about your thoughts. “I just- I don’t know. It’s hard. Seeing you in person again.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Why?”

You exhale. “Because you always make me feel weird, Renjun.”

His frown grows deeper. “Okay, you lost me. Am I making you uncomfortable? I don’t mean to.”

“No!” You hiss, getting frustrated. “I just- The crush I had on you years ago never went away, okay? I tried, but it’s just hard seeing you like this.”

You angrily stab your fork into your food and curse yourself silently. You pause when you feel his hands move over yours, turning so you can face him.

“Renjun, what are you-“

You gasp when his lips press against yours, thumb caressing your cheek slowly. You whimper when he pulls you closer against him, to the point where you’re almost straddling his lap.

“Renjun,” you whisper, and he shushes you.

“It’s okay, baby. How long did you wait for me?”

Your fingers grip his shoulder as he balances you on top of him.

“I- um-“

He laughs. “I heard you tell Jaemin a few months ago about your crush. I was wondering if I should make a move or not.”

You narrow your eyes. “So you knew.”

He hums, and moves his mouth to press kisses against your neck. The sensation has you arching at the touch, and your breath hitches as Renjun’s hands move lower and lower.

“So all that time, you were just imagining yourself under me, weren’t you?”

You swallow. “Maybe.”

He laughs again, but this time, it sounds just a little more sinister. You wonder if you’ve awoken something in him.

You squeal when he picks you up, easily moving the two of you to his bedroom. He lays you down on his bed, fingers still gripping your hips tightly. He smiles down at you.

“Aren’t you a pretty sight?”

“Won’t Jisung be mad? We’re violating his room.”

“It’s my room too,” he muses, sucking at the sensitive spot on your neck. “And he won’t know. I understand you’re incapable of keeping a secret, but I’m actually quite good at it.”

“Hey!” You pout.

He grins. “Cutie.” He pauses as his hands hover over your jeans. “I should let you know something before we go further.”

You nod, sensing the nervousness in his tone. “It’s okay, Renjun. I trust you.”

He chuckles. “I’m not usually- um, I’m not usually delicate with these sorts of things.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You mean having sex?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’m not crazy, but I don’t like going slow.”

“Well, it’s not like I’m a virgin, Renjun.”

“I just think it would be best if we have a safe word.”

Arousal builds within you at the thought of Renjun being so rough. You never expected it from him, if you’re being completely honest. Renjun was always your happy, tiny friend who loved you unconditionally.

“Um, okay. How about pineapple?”

“Sounds good to me.”

And then Renjun unleashes a part of him you’ve never seen before. You gasp when he undresses you in a blink of an eye, his eyes darkening at the lace of your panties.

“Did you wear this for me, baby?”

You stutter. ��I-I didn’t know-“

He smiles. “Just teasing. You look so cute when you’re on the spot, you know.”

You don’t have time to respond before he’s running a finger up your clothed core. You hiss and arch your back.

“So responsive,” he hums. “Tell me how you like it, baby.”

You blink. “I usually like it when they eat me out first.”

“Yeah?” He asks, taking the shell of your ear between his lips. “You like it when they eat your cunt? When they play with your pretty little pussy?”

You whimper at the filth leaving his mouth. “Yes, yes,” you cry. “I want it, please.”

He growls. “Fuck, baby. I want to make a mess out of you.”

He moves until he’s in between your thighs, pressing kisses against the flesh. Your breath hitches as his fingers tug your underwear down. You’re a little shy to be so bare in front of him, but with the way Renjun looks at you, you swear he’s about to devour you at any moment.

You whine when he takes the first lick up your slit, pleasure shooting through your veins. You watch as he spits onto your cunt, tongue circling over your clit roughly. Your orgasm crashes into you without warning and you cry out, tangling your hands into his hair and pulling him closer. He drinks your essence as you ride out the waves of your high.

“Renjun, Renjun, Renjun,” you chant his name, feeling over the moon.

He laughs when you come down. “You cum really fast. Good.”

“Wait-“

You almost scream when he slides two fingers into you. His thumb presses against your clit harshly and you move to scramble away from him.

“I’m too sensitive, no, no-“

He shushes you. “Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”

You swear you scream when he pushes a third finger inside your dripping pussy, sending you over the edge again. You’re a whimpering mess at this point, begging Renjun to give you a break while he coos at you.

“Aw, you’re so pretty when you look like a little whore for me, baby. Are you always this wet for everyone else?”

“J-Just for you,” you whisper, struggling to breathe. He laughs at your disheveled state.

“It’s just for me? Pretty slut, all for me, right baby?”

You nod and he retracts his fingers, stuffing them in his mouth. He nearly licks them clean and you gasp at how lewd the action is.

“Can I h-have your cock n-now?”

His grin stretches from ear to ear. “Oh? You want more? So greedy.”

“Renjun, please.”

“You can do a lot better than that,” he teases. “Tell me how much you want my cock, sweet girl.”

You scramble. “I want it s-s-so badly, R-Renjun. W-Want you to fill my t-tight pussy with your cock. You made me wait too long,” you whine.

“I did make you wait a long time, didn’t I?”

You eagerly agree, hoping he’ll give you what you desire. You squeak when his fingers close around your throat. He leans down to lick a stripe up your cheek.

“Open.” You follow instructions, opening your mouth wide and observing as his spit trails down to your tongue. “Swallow.”

You obey and he smiles, pleased with your performance.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, baby. Remember your safe word?”

You nod. All you can do is lay down and watch as he frees his cock from the confines of his underwear, his hand still wrapped around your throat possessively. Your eyes widen at the length of his cock, giving himself a few tugs before he positions at your entrance.

You whine. “Hurry, Renjun.”

“Such an impatient whore.”

The stretch is burning and you moan, your eyes locked on how Renjun struggles to push inside of you.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.” When he bottoms out, you both exhale loudly. He pushes your thighs apart further and balances himself on his knees. “Remember that safe word, baby.”

You wonder why Renjun was so concerned about pushing it too far until he actually fucks you. The pleasure is mind numbing, and combined with him choking you and rubbing at your clit, you feel like you’re going to pass out. It gets to be too much for you again, and you whimper, trying to push him away.

He scolds you. “Don’t be such a brat. Take your fucking like a good girl.”

You’re sure you have another two orgasms without actually registering they’re happening. You feel limp in his arms, practically turning into a doll for him to fuck as he pleases. When the fire builds in your stomach again, you feel a tear slip down your cheek.

“I can’t, Renjun. I c-can’t.”

“Yes, you can and you will. One more, pretty girl, and I’ll give you all my cum like a good whore deserves. Don’t you want that, baby?”

And you want it. You want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything before.

Your last orgasm is blinding, and you grip his arm tightly, trying to pull him as close as you possibly can. Your whole body twitches and Renjun groans, spilling into you after you continuously clench down on his cock.

When you both recover, you feel like a different person. You faintly hear him rising to clean you up, whimpering when his cock slips out of you. His calming voice returns soon after.

“Shh, good girl. Did so good for me.”

Your eyes widen when you feel him gather the cum dripping onto your thighs and pushing it back into you.

“Renjun-“

“It’s okay, I got you. Last one, I promise.”

You fulfill his wishes, and it doesn’t take very much for you to be thrown off the edge again. You pass out shortly after, hearing his praises before your eyes flutter shut.

“Good girl. So pretty and pliant for me. Sweet dreams.”

[random-yandere-fandom]

Hey! I loved your Estarossa/Mael post! I was wondering if you could do a scene where Mael's S/O is having troubles with a pushy 'suitor' and she's trying to handle it so as not to bother/worry Mael, but the guy actual left a bruise on her arm when she tried to tell him to leave her alone? And then Mael finds out, which is always fun. Maybe some cuddles at the end. For comfort.

I love your writing, I'm really happy I chanced upon this blog! Hope you have a good day!

Thank you, that`s really sweet!

Btw. sorry to everyone that i only posted now, I had two tests this week and zero motivation but on the bright side, it`s the weekend soon! Yay!

Here is Part 2

Yandere Mael with an injured darling

This guy is annoying, creepy and incredibly determined. You`ve been trying to get him to leave so often now and in the end you always had to make up an excuse and run away. However he just keeps on finding you, always when you are alone, always when you didn`t have the chance to make a run for it as quickly as you would have liked. What unsettled you the most though was that dangerous aura he gave of, you had thought of beating him up but those goddamn eyes made you shiver and freeze up in fear. And then he`d go and try to seduce you, complimenting you but disgusting you all the same.

There was one person you could be asking for help but god damn it you saw how tired Mael looked when he thought you weren`t paying attention. Even though he always assured you how well he was feeling, especially when he was with you, you didn`t believe him, not when there was a literal war going on. So you decided to handle this piece of shit yourself, even though his persistence made you desperate in your measurements against him. He didn`t care that you were dating someone else or that this someone else was Mael, powerful and protective Mael who wouldn`t let him of the hook if he knew what was going on. Another reason not to tell him, though. You knew your boyfriend well and even though he was well respected he would still get in trouble for harming an ally.

Another failed attempt and your `suitor` snapped. The guy was screaming at you, his face contorted into an ugly visage and his arms flailing around as if you would somehow agree to him if he did this. You clearly weren`t fast enough in getting the hell out of there as he grabbed your wrist, painfully dragging you back and turning you around to face him. The fear and hatred you felt in this moment was enough to make you want to kill him if that was what it took for him to let go, but it turned out a kick to his groin was enough for that. Sprinting away, cradling your hurt wrist you heard his yelling getting quieter the farther you got.

Trembling back in your home you quickly shut all windows and doors before falling into your bed, hugging your boyfriends pillow tightly as you felt your exhausted self slipping into a deep and dreamless slumber. You only awaken when you hear the front door open and relax as you recognise Mael`s footsteps. Jumping up you dashed into his arms that he quickly engulfed you in, chuckling at your grand welcome. Goddesses, you missed him so much.

Mael immediately notices something wrong though and scans over your face before moving on to the rest of your body, the foreboding feeling in his gut worsening the more he checks for injuries and his chest tightening when he notes the bruises forming on your wrist. A fiery rage lights up inside him but he does his best to calm down, he has to take care of you first and foremost.

He questions you, his voice eerily calm but his eyes so worried and soft that you barely notice. Not knowing what to do you tell him, revealing your concerns to him. Mael is stunned while listening to you. How did he not notice? How can he proudly call himself your boyfriend when something drastic like that has to happen until you can finally confide in him? Even when you take the blame, saying that he couldn`t have known because these thoughts are written all over his face he won`t have it. He`ll make you promise to always come to him for help.

He patches you up, carefully changing the topic when there is nothing more to say. He is so incredible gentle, even more so than normal and makes sure that you can rest comfortably. He prepares your favourite food, makes the bed and always makes sure to somehow stay close to you, to comfort you and give you a feeling of safety. When it`s time to go to sleep he hugs you, draping one of his wings over you for good measure, with a soothing warmth that makes you melt into his embrace. He lets his hands glide up and down your back in a comforting manner, murmuring soft nothings into your ear. He plays with your hair, makes sure the temperature is warm but never hot and does anything he can think of so that you may sleep well. Mael is careful, soft, gentle and warm, he is home and he is safety and he is comfort, all for you.

It`s only when your breathing calms that he allows his thoughts to wander to that jerk, his teeth gritting and his hug becoming a tad bit tighter when the fire in his chest erupts once again. It`s an ugly feeling, only being soothed by your presence and how he wishes to just rest with you but he can`t. Not when there is someone out there to get you, to harm you and take you away from him. The hatred threatens to burn his very soul as he plans revenge, all kinds of sinister thoughts clouding up his mind. How dare anyone hurt his darling, his love and his sunshine?! Maybe he`ll take care of that bastard personally, claiming him to be a spy of the demons or maybe he`ll cause some kind of accident. He is the sun and he loves you, he can`t lose you. So Mael is brutal, ruthless, sadistic and scorching, he is terrifying and he is unforgiving to any threat.

[viking-raider]

Southern Generation - Part IV

Summary: Sy wakes up in Lily’s arms and shows his gratitude for her comforting him. The mysterious caller is revealed, causing Sy to get extremely protective.

Pairing: Captain Syverson/OFC

Word Count: 7,178

Rating: M - Language, Protective!Sy, Domestic Kink, Stalking, Harassment, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Confession, Smut - Nipple stimulation, intercourse, orgasm, cream pie. 

Inspiration: Always wanted to write a Sy fic and this is a re-work on an old fic I wrote several years ago.

Author’s Note: Thank you for all the love and support, @wondersofdreaming​! Your ideas, suggestions and encouragement mean the world to me, and my stories.

Sy woke the next morning wrapped around a warm body and a steady heart beat in his ear, he tipped his head back and was met with Lily's sleeping face, his head pillowed on her breasts. He smiled, hugging his arms snugger around her waist and sighed, comfortable and peaceful, nuzzling his face into her chest.

Lily moaned softly, making Sy smile against the fabric of the night shirt she was wearing, her hand moved against the broad expanse of his back, fingertips sleepily caressing his spine, unconsciously soothing him, before moving between his shoulder blades, tickling the nape of his neck and rubbing the back of his head with her palm.

He vaguely remembered her calling his name and holding him after his nightmare, whispering into his ear that he was safe and at home, with her. Lily made the choice to bring him to her bed, comforting him even more, until he fell asleep, and for the first time in years, Sy actually dreamt about something other than war and endless spaces of bloody sand.

Reaching up, Sy brushed his fingers through her bangs, smiling. “My Angel.” He whispered, not wanting to wake her.

Carefully unwrapping himself from around her, Sy slipped out of bed and gingerly covered Lily up, before tip toeing downstairs to the kitchen. Scratching the back of his head for a moment, Sy moved about the kitchen, setting up the coffee maker, pulled out the skillet and started making breakfast. He figured she had been making him breakfast every morning for the last several months, it was time for him to return the favor.

So, Sy went all out, once he had everything made, he brought it upstairs to her.

Lily took a deep breath and moaned, stretching and rolling onto her back, but found Sy was no longer in bed with her. She sat up, panicked that something had happened to him, and was about to get out of bed to look for him, when he appeared in the bedroom door, relieved he was all right.

“Morning.” He smiled, finding her sitting up.

“Did you make breakfast?” She frowned as he approached her side of the bed.

“I did.” He nodded, setting her steaming cup of tea on her bedside table. “I thought, since you always make me breakfast, that I'd make you breakfast this go around.” Sy explained, setting the tray of food over her lap.

“What's better than breakfast in bed?”

“Nothing currently comes to mind.” Lily smiled, a soft blush on her cheeks, actually pleasantly surprised at this change of events, touched at Sy’s sweet gesture.

“I didn't think so.” Sy chuckled, pulling up the chair that was at a small desk in her room and sat down, balancing his own plate of food in his lap.

“So, what's on your agenda today, Captain?” She asked, taking a sip of her tea and was surprised to find it was exactly to her liking.

“I think, it's time I started working on the roof.” He replied, bringing his fork to his mouth. “I want to at least give it some temporary patches, before the weather turns.” He told her, after swallowing. “It'll also give me a chance to find out what all the problems with it are, and if I'll need to re-roof it.”

“I hope not.” Lily frowned, washing down some of her food with a gulp of tea.

“Well, from what I've seen on the ground, it looks to be the original roof that was put on when the house was built.” He chuckled at her, setting his empty plate on her nightstand. “That was nearly a century ago.”

“Unless, you know about it being replaced since then?” He asked her, tilting his head.

“The realtor didn't mention it to me.” Lily replied, searching her mind for any scrap of memory of the day she bought the place.

“That's all right.” Sy assured her, gently touching her hand. “I'll get it done, don't you worry.”

Lily smiled at him, turning her hand to thread her fingers with his. “I'm not worried, since you're the one on the case.” She replied, softly.

Sy grinned at her, bringing her hand to his mouth and kissed her fingers, before letting go and collecting their plates. “You know, what would you say, if I managed to install a dishwasher for you?” He asked, pausing in the doorway of her bedroom.

“I have a dishwasher.” Lily giggled, holding up her hands and wiggling her fingers at him.

“You know what I mean, sugar butt.” He laughed, smirking even broader at her.

Lily shrugged, still giggling at him, her cheeks coloring at his nickname. “I don't know, Bear. I've never had one before.”

“Well then, Angel, I'll riddle that one out for you.” He promised in a soft voice.

“I believe you.” She whispered back, giddy, and not for a dishwasher.

“I'm going to check the mail.” Lily said, drying her hands on a dish towel, after washing the dishes from lunch.

“All right.” Sy nodded, still sitting at the table.

Sy had stood to refill his coffee cup, when the phone rang. Biting his lip and glancing out of the kitchen, he saw Lily was too far down the driveway to call her back to answer it, so he picked it up instead; clearing his throat.

“Moore residence.” He spoke into the receiver.

“She's a sweet thing, isn't she?” A sinister voice asked from the other end.

“Excuse you?” Sy barked, a flash of hot anger bursting through his body.

“Oh yes.” The voice chuckled, incredibly delighted. “She is sweet as a Lily, so pure and good.”

“Who is this?” Sy demanded with a deep growl, his teeth gritted and bared as he gripped the handle of the phone even tighter in his hand.

“She's mine, you know.” They growled back at Sy, breathing heavily, their own anger mounting. “She's always been mine and she will always be mine.”

“Not anymore.” Sy hissed back and slammed the phone down in its cradle.

“Sy?” Lily frowned, coming into the kitchen as he hung up the phone. “Who was that?”

“I don't know, you tell me?” He replied, turning towards her, brows drawn together.

“I'm not the one that answered it, Austin.” She countered, shaking her head, confused by his anger.

“It was some guy, said you were his, always had been and would be.” Sy told her, pushing his jaw forward.

Lily's eyes glassed over, letting out a shuddering breath and started trembling. Sy blinked at her, his anger at the caller's words melting away to alarmed concern. He took a step forward, reaching out for her, but Lily stumbled away from him, tears finally spilling free.

“Lily.” He whispered softly, his chest tight. “Easy.” He cooed at her, licking his lips.

“I'm not his, not anymore.” She whimpered, shaking her head. “Why can't he just leave me be.”

Sy blinked at her, frowning harder. “What?”

“Nothing.” Lily mewled, biting her lip.

“No, come on.” He coaxed her, resting his hand on her arm and gently pulled her against him. “Tell me.” He whispered, gently rubbing her back.

“I thought I got away from him.” She sniffled against his shirt. “Thirteen hundred miles away from him. I was so careful—so careful.” She mumbled, hands clinging onto the sides of his shirt. “I don't-I don't know how he found me—unless...”

“Unless?” Sy frowned, still slowly rubbing her back and trying to process what she was telling him. “Sit down.” He said, moving them towards the breakfast table and pulled out a chair for her, before bringing the other one around from the other side to sit beside her.

“Start at the beginning.”

Lily cleared her throat and stared down at her hands, folded in her lap. “I was born and raised in Middleburg, Virginia. You know, that I'm an only child and that my mom died, when I was born. I was raised by my grandparents, because my dad was in and out of my life, before just finally disappearing from it, when I was nineteen.” She explained to him, licking her lips.

“He blamed me for my mom's death.” She added, quietly.

Sy reached out and rested his hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently, and gave her a sweet smile.

“When I was seventeen, I met a boy at church, Jak.” Lily continued to explain to him. “It was the only time I really got to interact with others, my grandparents were strict, homeschooling me and only really letting me out of the house, unless they were with me, which was usually only for church on Sunday.” She fidgeted, shyly. “He was the only boy to show any interest in me, which didn't and did surprise me. The little house on the prairie dresses my grandma made me wear, and the glasses I had back then, you could see the moon through them.” She chuckled, cheeks colored.

Sy smiled back at her, even picturing her as a little girl like that, he still found her beautiful.

“But, Jak didn't care, or at least he didn't say or show he did. I would sneak out at night to meet him in the apple orchard my grandfather grew. It had been in our family since the Revolutionary War, the land was given to my, how many times, great-grandfather as payment for his service in the war.”

“I bet it's beautiful.” Sy commented, warmed at the thought.

“They are, so many of the trees are the original ones that were planted.” She smiled back, picturing the orchard in her mind. “The first one that was ever planted, after he cleared away the land, is still there and yielding, there's a plaque staked by its roots, and people come from all around to see it and the orchard, the Warren Apple.”

Sy rested back in his chair. “Your family owns the Warren Orchard Company? You're one of those Warrens?”

“I am.” She nodded, smiling proudly at that fact, but it vanished.

“Anyway, Jak and I would sneak every moment we could to see each other. He even got a job, during the summer, in the orchard, so we could see each other even more.” She took a deep breath, letting it out softly. “But, a year after we met and started being sweet on each other, my grandparents lodged a missionary for his two year mission in our ward. Jak thought he and I were getting close, that my grandparents had actually brought him to live with us, so he and I could court and marry.”

“He grew jealous and possessive. I was stupid, naive and young, I didn't know what was happening, that he was being abusive, until it was almost far too late.”

“What happened, that caused you to realize it?” Sy asked, tilting his head at her.

“I met Jak in the orchard one night, when I was twenty, the day after the missionary went back home to Michigan, because his two years were up. When I got there, Jak was pacing, already angry. Livid. When he saw me, he started yelling about how he had seen me kissing the missionary, how we practically ate each other's faces on the back porch, while everyone else was in the house, during his farewell party.” She said, glancing out the window behind the breakfast table.

“Of course, I hadn't been. Matt, the Missionary, and I had been on the back porch together, I had gone out there to get away from the press of all the people and he went out there to check on me. We had hugged, only the once, since doing so isn't really acceptable, two not courting, unchaperoned kids. But, we did nothing more, before going back inside. The truth didn't matter to Jak though, he had his version of what he saw and it was unchangeable.” Lily bit her lip and gripped Sy's wrist as his hand still laid on her thigh. “He lost his temper and hit me, but in my love sick stupidity, I didn't break it off there or tell my grandparents about it.”

“Instead, I enrolled in a university for Photography and Web Design, moved out of my grandparents' place and into one with him, like an idiot.”

“You weren't an idiot, Lily.” Sy told her, shaking his head and slipping his hand into hers. “It's more common than you think.”

“I know it is.” She sighed, clinging onto his hand.

“He only got worse and it got harder for me to get my school work done, with him accusing me that I was sleeping with my project partners, even teachers.” She huffed, shaking her head at his allegations, that now sounded so ridiculous. “The straw that broke the camel's back was,” She paused, biting and licking her lips, fighting down a bubble of emotions and memories. “One of my project mates called to ask me about the faux website we were designing for a fake company we had to make up, cause she wanted to know what time was good for us to meet up, and Jak answered the phone, claimed he heard a guy in the background, throwing the phone across the living room and went ballistic, saying I was having her call me to set up a time for me and the guy he heard, to try and fool him.”

“He spent the next hour going to town on me.” She said, glancing up at him, the hint and meaning in her eyes.

“Afterwards, he went to work and I packed a bag. I had some money from the family orchard business, so I took a good portion of it, bought a greyhound bus ticket to a cousin I was close to in New Jersey, Maggie, and stayed with her, knowing he wouldn't find me there, my grandparents wouldn't think I'd go there, and she wouldn't ever rat on me. While I was there, I petitioned for a name change, from Liliana Warren to Lily Ana Moore, and finished my degree, then found this place and moved out here.”

“So, how do you think he found you?” Sy asked, worried about her safety and angry that this asshole had the audacity to hurt her and wanted to try and hurt her again, but he kept a lid on his temper, not wanting to frighten her anymore than she already was.

“I've been keeping tabs on my grandparents, mostly through my cousin.” Lily answered, biting her lip. “She called me a year ago, to tell me that my grandmother had a stroke, a pretty bad stroke at that. She's apparently wheelchair bound now. Maggie went down there to visit them, and my grandfather was talking about how he needed someone to work on the company website, when Maggie let it slip that I have a web design business.”

“Oh.” Sy let out, eyes wide.

“Yeah.” She nodded back. “So, of course, they got upset, understanding that Maggie knew what had happened to me and where I was and all that. She called afterwards, apologizing up and down to me for it. She didn't tell them where I was or anything like that, just that I was safe and fine, and if I wanted to contact them, I would.”

“Did you?”

“I did.” Lily sighed, voice tight. “I figured after four years, I owed them a call.”

“So, do you think they told Jak?”

“I don't know.” She shrugged. “But, a week after I called them, I started getting hang up calls, then calls where no one would say anything for a few minutes, before hanging up. Then, two months ago, I got a call that was different from the others, he said something to me, and a month ago, he said something being soon.”

The wires connected in Sy's brain. “That's what caused you to take all those pills.”

Lily gulped and bit her lip, eyes burning, as she nodded her head. “Ye-ah.” She choked, fear and anxiety starting to mount inside of her again.

“Hey, hey.”

Sy cooed, wrapping his arms around her and pulled her into his lap, hugging her against his chest. “It's all right, Lily. It's going to be all right, I promised to protect you and I will. You are safe with me, you will always be safe with me, whatever the cost.” He whispered in her ear, holding her close and planning ways and means to protect her.

“Sy?” Lily called from the open door of her bedroom, just as Sy stepped out of the hall bathroom, in nothing, but a pair of black boxers.

“Lily?” He replied, rubbing the towel over his head, and looked up at her, lifting a brow, inquisitively.

Lily rested her hand on the handle of her door and stepped sideways, giving a little motion of her head into her room, a soft and offering expression on her face. Sy blinked at her, surprised, then down at Aika, who sat in the doorway of his room, feeling like he was picking what lady to sleep with for the night.

He tilted his head at Aika and gave her a sympathetic expression.

“Sorry, Girl.” He whispered to the Shepherd, turning towards Lily.

Lily chuckled at him, smiling and shaking her head as he passed by her and into her room. “You can come too, Aika.” She called to her, then turned into her room.

“You're cool with this?” Sy asked, eyes motioning to her bed.

“It was my idea, wasn't it?” She smiled at him, then stepped inside her closet for a moment and came back in a t-shirt-like nightie with Mickey Mouse on it, before pulling down the blankets and crawling into bed.

“It was.” He nodded, then laid down with her, covering up.

Lily scooted closer to him and Sy draped his arm over her waist, tucking her against him and she let him lay his head on her chest, stroking his arm. She was comfortable with the warm weight of his body against hers, the clean scent of his skin and hair from his shower. She felt Sy's body slowly melt into hers as he fell asleep, it had been her plan. Lily knew there was a high likelihood of Sy having another episode or nightmare, but figured, if he was there, with her, already safe and comfortable in her arms, he wouldn't have it.

That was her deepest hope, at least.

But, the next thing Lily knew, she was being jerked roughly off the bed and pinned underneath Sy's mountainous weight, his heavy and hot breath puffing against the side of her face as he blanketed her with his body, clearly startled and on high alert. The room lit up with a quick flash of lightning and the furious sound of rain beating on all parts of the house filled the bedroom around them.

“Austin.” She gasped, grasping the back of his arms, nails digging into his sweaty skin, thinking he had been set off by the noise of the sudden storm. “Aust-”

“Ssshhh.” He hushed her, lips brushing her temple, the hairs of his beard tickling her skin. “Stay here.” He whispered into her ear, then moved off of her and out of the room, Aika sitting in the open doorway and growling into the darkness of the hallway after him.

Lily sat up on her elbows, knowing that what was happening couldn't have been from one of Sy's nightmares or the storm, because Aika wouldn't be acting like this, she was angry, like she was daring something Lily couldn't see to try and cross her. But, nothing came, not even Sy, and Lily was starting to get worried. So, getting up, she edged around Aika and tip toed downstairs, jerking at another boom of thunder and crack of lightning, until she found Sy standing in the entryway.

“Austin?” She called out to him, over the sound of the rain, which sounded much louder downstairs.

“I told you to stay upstairs.” He barked, not looking back at her.

“What's wrong?” She asked, knowing there had to be something, by the tone of his voice.

“Nothing, just go back to bed.”

Narrowing her eyes, Lily stepped closer to him and her eyes grew wide, seeing what had caused Sy to wake up and react like he had. The large bay window in the den that faced out onto the porch and the front of the property was smashed, the glitter of the broken glass shined in the lightning strikes and left the outline of the brick amongst them, the cause of the broken window. Lily's eyes snapped out the living room window, expecting to see someone, not just someone, but Jak, to be standing out in the yard, staring back at them. But, there was no one, but her and Sy's cars. Her heart started to race and pound, making her feel dizzy and lightheaded, trembling so hard she almost lost her balance, but caught herself on the back of the couch.

Sy turned and grabbed her, picking her up in his arms and carried her back up to bed. “Stay here.” He ordered her, pointing a stiff finger at her, then went back downstairs.

Going out back, Sy grabbed a large piece of plywood he had bought in preparation for repairing the roof and instead used it to board up the broken window, until the storm passed and morning came, so he could find a piece of glass to replace it, leaving him and the den floor mostly wet. He moped the den floor and laid out nearly every towel Lily had in the house in hopes the old floorboards wouldn't warp under the water damage.

He stepped out onto the porch for a moment, glaring into wet dark. “This is my house now.” He growled, knowing Jak was still out there somewhere nearby. “My girl.” He hissed, before turning back inside, going up to the guest room to change into a dry pair of boxers and joined Lily back in her bed.

“It was him.” She mumbled, hugging her pillow to her chest. “It had to be him.”

Sy sighed softly, locking his arms around her waist and hugged her to his chest, curving his body around hers. He didn't know what to say to her, they both knew it had to be Jak, who else would have thrown a brick through someone's window in the middle of a storm like this one, especially after all the other incidents over the last several months; all the lines drew back to Jak on his unhealthy, possessive rampage to reclaim Lily as his own. Sy was afraid that if he verbalized his agreement with her, it would only inflate her already inflamed fear of the obvious.

So, he just clutched her tighter to him, pressing his lips to her shoulder and squeezing his eyes shut against the bright flashes of lightning.

“Lily, I'm going to go to town, I have something I need to pick up.” He told her, searching the living room for his car keys.

“I thought you already ordered the new windowpane?” Lily called back, appearing out of the kitchen, where she was washing the dishes.

“I did.” He nodded, he had found a shop that he could order a replacement windowpane for the den window that morning, but it wouldn't be ready until the next day. “This is for something else.” He told her, finding his keys under a magazine on the coffee table.

“What are you going for, then, Bear?” She asked, tilting her head at him.

Sy paused and regarded her. “Don't worry about it, Angel. I'll be back in an hour.” He told her, then, went out.

“Okay.” Lily frowned, glancing out the living room window, the thunder and lightning had passed during the early morning, but it was still raining cats and dogs.

Sighing, Lily turned back into the kitchen, taking a bucket and mop out of the utility closet, filled the bucket with warm water and soap, before getting down to mopping the floors, with nothing else to do in the current weather.

Sy rushed out to his truck, but was still almost half soaked by the time he settled himself in the driver's seat. Turning on the car and cranking on the heat, Sy pulled off the property and headed towards Celina. He pulled into the small parking center the small town had, scanning the rain blurred signs, looking for the one he was heading for, before opening the door and rushing towards it, pulling open the door, with an electric ding, announcing his presence.

“How can I help you?” the shop owner asked, coming out of a small room in the back and stopped behind a long glass case.

“Yeah, I'm looking for something specific.” Sy replied, stopping on the other side of the glass case, a look of understanding in both men's eyes.

“What specifics would that be?”

“Taurus, PT111 G2, 9mm.” Sy rattled off with familiar ease.

“Do you have a license and ID?” The store owner asked, eyes scanning the case between them.

“Then, some.” Sy laughed, pulling out his wallet to show the man his qualifications.

“You're a retired Captain.” The man noted, seeing Sy's military ID.

“That I am.” Sy chuckled, grinning with some pride.

The store owner got Sy squared away with the weapon he wanted, a secure case and a couple rounds of ammo, while also chattering about the military, being a retired Staff Sergeant himself. Getting back into his truck, he put the case under the passenger seat, pausing to stare at it for a moment,emotions and thoughts brewing inside of him, then shook them off. Satisfied, Sy went back home to Lily, finding her dusting the living room, when he came in, carrying the case and sat it down on the coffee table.

Lily paused, dust rag poised above the mantelpiece, staring at the case. “Is that what I think it is?” She asked, finally looking up at him.

“If you think it's a gun, then yes.” Sy replied, sitting down on the couch and tugging on the soaked laces of his boots.

“Why,” She gulped, arm dropping to her side. “did you buy a gun and bring it here?”

“Because, I wanted to and as a precaution.” He answered her, yanking his boots off.

“A precaution?”

“There is a fucking asshole out there.” Sy barked, jerking his arm up and finger pointing out the window. “Trying to hurt you.” His finger moved to her, in emphasis. “I am a big man. I'm a strong man. I've killed and subdued more than one man with my bare hands, but a personal cost.” He explained to her, standing and jerking up his shirt, showing her a couple of scars on his sides and chest, some were round and puckered, gunshot wounds, others were stripes, like stab wounds.

“If that prick decides to come into this house, to try and put his hands on you. That,” He pointed down to the gun case. “is going to be the first thing he wants to meet, because if he has to get close enough to me, that I need to put my hands on him, then they will be that last thing he will ever feel.” He told her, chest heaving as he got worked up over the situation.

Lily gulped at him, biting her lip, a flash of fear in her eyes at his passionate words, seeing a vein of rage that Jak had also been capable of.

“I just want to protect you.” He said softly, taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself down; seeing he had scared her.

“I know you do, Austin.” She whimpered back, gulping, eyes shiny. “I know you do.”

Sy moaned, something cold pressing into his neck. “Hm, Lily.” He chuckled, scrunching his head and shoulders together, grinning as the cold and wet touched his bare chest, making him grunt and wiggle away. “Why are you so col-” He started to laugh, opening his eyes, only to meet the soulful and tawny colored eyes of Aika.

“Aika, what are ya doin' here?” He frowned, and sat up, finding it was just him and the German Shepherd in the bed, Lily nowhere in sight. “Lily?” He called out, turning his head towards the master bathroom, but it was empty.

Panic filled Sy as he yanked the blankets back and pounded down the stairs into the living room, then the den. Sy squeezed his eyes shut, taking deep breaths and clenching his hands in and out of fists, trying to keep himself cool and calm, before going into the kitchen, hearing the screen of the back door knocking against the door frame, and found the main back door was ajar.

“What is she doing?” He whispered to himself, biting his lip and looking back, considering the option of going back upstairs and getting the gun, but something in his gut told him he wouldn't need it.

Opening the door, Sy stepped out onto the back porch, a shiver wracking his body as a strong gust of rainy wind rushed by him. He narrowed his eyes, scanning the drenched backyard, the tall, unruly and uncut grass bent from the pelting of the rain and gusts of wind, he caught a quick movement to his left and turned in that direction, stepping off the porch and followed after it, towards the barn, just catching the billowing fabric of Lily's white nightie, vanishing inside.

“Lily, what are you doing in here?” He called out, pushing open the barn door a bit more. “Lily?” He called again, frowning as he crossed the barn and found her huddled in one of the old horse stalls. “What are you doing in here, Angel?” He cooed at her, shaking his head, droplets of rain running down both of their faces, and watched her melt into the corner.

Lily panted, her back pressed against the warped and worn wall behind her, arms pressed to her chest, her nightie so soaked, it was almost see through. Sy bit his lip and gulped, slowly crouching down. He knew what was going on, he had seen and suffered things like this a million times over the last ten plus years. She was having a PTSD episode, running away from the terror that was inside her head, trying to hide and find somewhere safe from it. Everything over the last several months with Jak stalking and harassing her was really starting to affect her, finally breaking her it seemed.

“I'm not going to hurt you, love.” He said softly, keeping his voice soft and low. “Come here.” He gulped, opening his arms to her and biting his lip with apprehension. “It's all right. You know, you can trust me, Sugar.” He whispered, nodding his head as she slowly unfolded herself and crawled over to him.

“Hey, Angel.” Sy cooed, sighing softly, and closed his arms around her, pressing his lips to the top of wet her head. “Ssshh.” He hushed her, rubbing her back and cupping the back of her head, feeling her tears add to the raindrops on his chest.

“I c-can-can't ta-take it an-anymore.” She sobbed, trembling in his arms, overcome with emotions and cold.

“We'll get through this, Angel.” He whispered to her, cupping her chilled cheeks in his hands and tilted her head back to look up at him. “We will get through this. You and I will get through this together. Everything will work out.”

Lily shook her head, her pale lips trembling. “N-no, it wo-won't. He-he always g-gets what h-he wants. All-always.” She mewled, whining. “I don't kn-know why I-I thought I c-could ge-get away.”

Sy's expression was hard for a moment, before he brought their faces together and kissed her, deeply. Lily stiffened against him, taken off guard by his kiss, but she didn't pull away or push him away. Gulping, she shyly returned his kiss, resting her hands on him, feeling the skin of his sides jump and react to her icy touch.

“I've wanted to kiss you.” Sy said, pulling back. “For such a long time.” He admitted, looking into her eyes. “Since that day on the porch, when you woke me up.”

“Since, you gave me your hoodie at the fair.” She whispered back, licking her lips, the warmth of Sy's still lingering on them.

Sy leaned forward, kissing her gently and brushing his fingers through her dripping hair, Lily pushing forward to deepen it for a moment, letting out a breathy whimper. Sy smirked, then looked down at the floor between them, it was still strewn with decades old hay and dirt. He held up a finger and stood, bumping around in the dark barn before a scratching sound sounded among the patter of rain on the metal barn roof. A moment later, a teeny glow filled the space and Sy approached where Lily was still kneeling, holding an old, beat up, oil lantern he knew was in the barn from his many searches of the space, hanging it up on a bent and rusty nail on the stall wall, then disappeared for another moment.

“Stand up.” He said, motioning her out of the stall, holding something in his arms.

Lily frowned at him, but stepping out of the stall and out of his way, catching a glimpse of what it was, it was one of the drop clothes he bought for when he painted the house, keeping the paint off the new porch. Sy unfolded the drop cloth over the dirty hay and stall floor, making sure it was comfortable, then turned back to her.

“How gentlemanly.” Lily complimented him.

“I am a Southern boy.” Sy chuckled, letting his Southern drawl deepen, and wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her against him. “Who's in love with Southern Lady.”

Lily blushed as Sy kissed her again, hugging her against him and up off her feet, turning around and slowly dropped to his knees, gently laying her back on the situated drop cloth. Lily wrapped her arms around Sy's neck, moaning softly against his lips, feeling the fabric of her nightie rub against her cold hardened nipples as Sy moved to kiss down to her neck, sinking his teeth into her delicate skin and let out a loud moan, pushing up against him.

“Austin!” She cried out, pressing her cheek to his ear as he continued to bite and suck on her neck, his beard tickling and rubbing against the skin underneath her jaw, leaving it red and sensitive.

Sy chuckled, loving the sound of her calling out his name with the metal patter of rain, his hand gliding over the soaked material of her nightie, bunching and hiking it up out of his way, pressing his palm against her side, rubbing his big hands all over her exposed body, grunting and growling into her neck, like a wild grizzly bear, finally getting his claws on his prized catch. His big mitts were on her plump breasts almost instantly, squeezing and kneading them, rubbing the rough pads of his thumbs over the sensitive nubs of her nipples, making her moan and whimper, fidgeting beneath him and rubbing her legs together, adding to the growing slickness between them.

“You sound so sweet.” Sy moaned back, pulling away from her neck, a set of dark teeth marks left behind, dipping his head for a moment to swirl his tongue around one of her nipples.

“Sy.” She whined, gulping down a moan. “Sy, please.”

“Oh.” He smiled, impishly. “You like that?” He asked, flicking her erect nipple with the tip of his tongue and watched her partially melt. “Your sweet, sensitive, little buds.” He cooed, then closed his lips around one of them, suckling gently, rubbing and rolling his tongue against it.

“Ah, shit!” Lily gasped, gripping his shoulders, eyes rolling and fluttering back into her head, heels digging into the fabric of the drop cloth. “God damn it, Austin.” She snapped, pressing her palms to the back of his head, holding his mouth to her breasts, her moans and whimpers filled the barn, pushing against him, egging and begging him to keep going, her breathing growing rugged and labored, moans becoming more urgent and reckless.

“Ah, fuck fuck fuck.” She cried out. “Suck them harder.” She coaxed and demanded. “Oh shit! Please, Austin!!” She gasped suddenly, body going rigid with a soft tremor.

Sy pulled away from her and dripped a hand between her trembling thighs, finding an extremely wet patch there. “So, you come, when you get your pretty breasts sucked.” He grinned, fully turned on and impressed, licking her juices off his fingers and palm.

“I've also never heard you say such naughty words.” He added, teasingly.

Lily chuckled, slowly recovering and smiling shyly up at him.

“Oh, it's too late to get shy now, Angel.” Sy laughed, leaning down and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Your secret is out.” He continued to tease her, playfully bouncing her boobs in his palms.

“And, I'm not letting you off.”

“I'm going to regret this, I can just feel it now.” Lily huffed, shaking her head, but her smile gave away her true feelings.

“Yes, you are.”

Sy chuckled, his hand dipping back between her legs, rubbing her still dripping folds with his calloused fingers, melting her into a puddle of weak and vulnerable whimpers. “You're so sensitive and sound so sweet.” He cooed at her, licking his lips and watching her face. “So, so sweet.” He panted, mouth slightly ajar, slipping his free hand into his damp boxers, curling his fingers around his thick and rock hard shaft, giving it a few shallow strokes.

Lily's eyes drifted down the length of her sweaty body, watching Sy work his cock inside his underwear and felt herself shiver in want and anticipation of it. She licked her lips and looked up at him, their eyes in a silent communication of what they both wanted. Sy shifted, yanking off his boxers to kneel between Lily's legs, wrapping them around his waist, her hips and bottom resting atop his thighs, with the small of her back lifted off the drop cloth beneath her.

“You're sure?” Sy panted, gulping thickly and already breaking out into a sweat, staring at her with wide eyes and blown out pupils.

“Yes.” Lily sighed, nodding her head vigorously at him. “God, yes.” She moaned, squeezing her legs around his waist.

Sy smirked, pressed a hand to her hip, pushing it up her side to palm one of her breasts, squeezing and rubbing it, while taking the base of his cock in his other hand, pumping it a few times, rubbing the fat and cut tip against her still wet pussy, slowly slipping between her folds, brushing her entrance and pushing inside. Lily let out a moaning sigh through her nose, feeling his wide girth stretch her open far more than she had ever been before. Her toes curled and squeezed his hips between her calves and thighs, back arching and hips shifting against the nearly uncomfortable burn of his length being buried ever deeper inside her core. Sy tilted his head at her, bracing a hand on the drop cloth, beside her head, and leaned over her, causing Lily to let out a raspy gasp as his cock changed angles inside of her, and kissed her, slow and passionately, still pushing his hips into her.

“You are so beautiful.” He rasped against her lips, nibbling on her pouty bottom lip.

“Austin.” She whimpered back, breathy, hooking her arms under his arms and pressing her palms flat against tense and sweaty back, nails digging into his cool skin. “Austin.” She chanted, softly, rubbing her nose against his.

“Lily.” Sy moaned back, finally flush inside of her, and rocked into her, taking his time and enjoying her heavenly warmth wrapped around his cock, like a toasty sleeve. “I love you, Lily.” He whispered into her ear, kissing her jaw and cheek.

Lily blushed and let out an airy chuckle, hiding her face in his neck and broad shoulder, hugging her arms and legs tighter around his body, clinging onto him for dear life and squeezed her eyes shut, taking in the sound of Sy's heavy breathing and loud moans and groans, grunting, and sighing out her name, the still steady pitter-patter of the fat raindrops on the old, rusted tin roof and sun-kissed wood walls, all mixed with her own sounds of pleasure.

“Sy?” Lily whispered, after their shared climax, still feeling the euphoric and relaxing pleasure it gave both of them, as she laid on the drop cloth, half tucked underneath Sy's body for warmth in the drafty barn.

“Hm?” He hummed back, nosing her hair and took a deep breath.

Lily smiled, feeling the vibration in his chest, nuzzling back into him. “I love you too, Austin.” She whispered, turned her head to look back at him.

Sy lifted his head and looked down at her, a smile slowly pulling across his lips, an excited and giddy feeling in the pit of his stomach, reaching out to gently brush her hair out of her face, picking out a few bits of straw that happened to get stuck in it from earlier; before oh-so-tenderly kissing her.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me, Angel.” He murmured against her cheek.

“I'm guessing as happy as it makes me, Bear.” She chuckled back, kissing the tip of his nose.

Lily softly stirred just before dawn, cradled in Sy's arms as he carried her out of the barn, the rain finally letting up, and into the house. He carried her upstairs to her room and gently laid her down on her bed, letting him help her out of her still damp nightie and tossed it through the open door of her master bathroom, before crawling into bed with her.

Both of them were out cold before the blankets settled around them, unaware of the audience they had a good deal of the night.

[nicka-nell]

Random relationship things with the JJK boys

(Geto Suguru | Fushiguro Toji | Gojo Satoru | Nanami Kento) 

Warnings: fluff, short mention of nsfw if you squint really hard (just for Toji Fushiguro)

He’s a man full of love for you, so he lets you know constantly how important you are in his life. 

Buys you once a week a large high-quality bouquet from the flower shop you like a lot. 

Likes to sneak up on you from behind, whether while preparing food, doing laundry, vacuuming. Just to wrap you in his muscular arms and gently kiss your neck. 

Suguru always whispers in your ear how much he loves you, mostly when you are already asleep, so that he puts your hair behind your ear to confess his love and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead. 

He takes over the household from time to time to show you he doesn’t just see you as a homemaker.

Holds the door open when you go out of the house, holds your jacket so you just have to slip in, pushes the chair back so you can sit down and all the other things that make a gentleman. 

If you are in the city, he sometimes stops in front of shop windows where little dolls with children’s clothes are in, and subconsciously smiles at the thought of having a child with you someday. 

Often he prevents you from sleeping without wanting it, because you mostly sit on your little balcony, cuddled in blankets, with a tea in your hand and philosophy about the world, completely forgetting about the time. 

Suguru’s long hair is everywhere, wrap in your clothes or lie in the sink after getting his hair done. His hair always clogs up the drain in your shower at a rapid speed, and sometimes when you go showering you find his hair how it’s glued in different shapes on the tiles of the shower. If you ask him what this is all about, he answers embarrassed with “Art, I think?” while sticking his tongue out. 

Toji can be a huge asshole, mostly he is, but now and then, he can be just a little one.

When you watch TV together, his beer in one hand, the other arm casually around your shoulder to caress your side with his thumb, he does not hold back the comment on how hot the curvy ass of the actress is. He skillfully ignores your terrified and angry gaze. 

If you have cooked something nice and fancy for your anniversary, he asks you what you want with this crap. After all, it is cheaper and above all better if you just stand in front of him naked and he can eat out other things.

With his clients, he doesn’t talk about you, most of them don’t even know he’s with you. It is better for his impression and certainly it is safer for you. Even if he would never say that out loud.

Toji leaves you for a few days because of his work, just to listen to your frustration about his disappearance afterwards. He lets you finish your yelling, has no problem with you hitting him, as long as he can throw you on the couch afterwards to bury his head between your chest, his arms tightly wrapped around your shape. Your heartbeat is what gives him security and makes him tame.

Farts under the blanket and does not tell you if you want to sneak under his blanket to cuddle.

Rarely, but from time to time more often, he prevents you from sleeping with his words and thoughts. He on his back, his arm casually behind his head while your little body lies in his arm and hugs his chest. Thoughtfully, he asks you why you stay with him, when you would have a better life if you were somewhere else, just like Megumi.

Should it happen that you two go out together, he is not a friend of holding your hand, or taking you in his arms like an annoying couple in love. But if he sees someone staring at you as if you were fresh meat and thus their prey, his arm is faster on your hip or your butt than you can say Toji. With a murderous and sinister look, it only takes a few seconds for the person to look away and disappear at an incredible speed. Right after that, Toji tells you to put on a jacket next time, or not wear such clothes without him by your side.

If you have a child and you want him to pick them up from school, you will always get a call from the teacher who is worried about the right way to deal with your child. Because Toji often calls your child with the words “Eh... brat, get your ass over here,” because he has simply forgotten the right name.

Satoru is… Satoru.

Sometimes he acts like a little toddler and just a second after he’s super serious. 

He also buys you flower, although he tells you he loves to see your sparkling eyes, he actually buys the flowers only because he gets a portion of Kikufuku in addition for free, if he buys a bouquet and a normal portion of these sweets. 

Whenever you have breakfast together and you look out of the window, he throws two more cubes of sugar into his coffee to prevent you from glaring at him. Because you always tell him how unhealthy it is to eat so much sweets.

He loves to prank you and record your reaction on his phone just to show it to his students afterwards. 

But besides his joky side, he can also be serious, always trying somehow to create time to spend it effectively with you even if it is only short-lived. 

He just loves to turn on the TV with you leaning on his shoulder, his arm at your side to caress you with his thumb.

When you watch a series, and he likes a character, he always looks on the internet to see if the character dies in the series's course. If so, he’s impatient until the end of the episode only to tell you, you can’t watch the series anymore because his favorite character will have the following death… Annoyed you look him in the eyes while he grins at you with a loud “whoopsie spoiler alert”. 

Cuts his fingernails at the kitchen table and regularly forgets to throw them away.

It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes he’s super affectionate and enjoys having your body under him, just to feel your breath tickling his skin and giving you a kiss. Sometimes he then takes off his glasses just to look at you sadly, “You’re not leaving me, are you?” until you give him a smile and answer him, that you will always be by his side. 

Gets up in the morning to buy bread from the baker and have breakfast with you.

He never leaves the house without an annoyed sigh and the words that it is only a few years until you can settle down in a quiet, convenient area without having to do this annoying job.

Kento pays attention to having nothing with him at work, which would give the opponents a hint of you. No picture in his wallet, no background picture of you on his phone and also your number is not saved in his phone. You don’t text each other. If something important happens, he’ll call you from a phone booth. He knows your number by heart.

It’s become a ritual that after work, he hugs you from behind and settles his head on yours and says that hopefully your day wasn’t as bad as his.

If you can’t solve a crossword puzzle and he notices, you can’t remember the word or you’ve written a wrong one, he waits for a moment and subtly gives you the answer word. No matter if he brings it in an action he does or in a sentence, but he tries to pack it as skillfully as possible so that you don’t notice it to not accidentally make you sad because you think he’s superior to you or he thinks you’re stupid. Which is definitely not the case. For Kento, nothing is more beautiful than your joyful smile when the word comes to your mind out of the blue and you write it down.

Even if he always talks about being able to live cheap somewhere as soon as possible without having to go on working, he is not stingy. If you look at something in a shop window and he sees the sparkle in your eyes, he buys it for you the next day on the way home.

Kento hates these New Modern holidays like Valentine’s day, which was probably created only by the advertising industry. He doesn’t see the point in giving you something just because someone declared this day to be the day of lovers. If he wants to give you something, he can do it without some stupid holiday.