#pantless and angry

[nightsinbluevelvet]

Maurice & Alec again

[dctrlover1969]

[mysticmunson]

would you ever write something with steve and readers first argument?

hi lovely, i hope you enjoy :)

An apartment that was typically filled with hushed whispers or boisterous laughter sat silent as fumes ignited from both of your heads.

Granted, it was a small bicker that blew out of proportion, a product of too much time together with not enough transparent communication.

"I don't see why this is a big deal!" Steve sighed, his hand anxiously running through his brown hair, resting on the back of his neck.

A huff of air shot out of your lips and through his chest, not enjoying the growing tension. He had to push away his ego, suffocate it to the ground, but he stood in place.

"I just want a heads up Steve," You snarked, venom from your lips as you looked at the couch he stood beside, "I don't want to come all the way to your place after work to find out you're going to hang out with the boys."

"Fine, I won't go! Happy?" He gruffed, crossing his arms like a petulant child.

"No, Steve, go. I want you to have a good time with friends." You sigh, exhaustion from the day weighing on your shoulders, however, it translates to Steve with malice.

Throwing his hands up, he grumbles something about being back later before heading out. The door shut behind him, not slammed, but not the quietest.

There had been small bickers over what to watch or what to have for dinner, typically ending in laughter as one of you settles, but this was the first time you felt the emotions bubble.

A quick warm shower and putting on one of his shirts did wonders for your mood, now listening to music from the record player in the corner of the room, James Taylor playing softly. The record was likely a relic from his parents collection, but it was the only one you felt inclined to play.

Analyzing your demeanor earlier, you were still frustrated with Steve, but knew you took out some stress on him. Your mind continued on as you went to the kitchen to cook dinner, subconsciously making enough for two.

The key slid in the lock and clicked open followed by shoes being slipped off. You didn't turn around as Steve walked in, focusing on the saccharine voice from the song.

"I made enough for you if you want some or I can put it in some tupperware for your lunch tomorrow?" You suggest, not apologizing, but providing an olive branch.

It had only been an hour or so since he left, uncharacteristically short for a friends hang out. His hands rested on your waist before sliding around you, chin resting on your shoulder and kissing your collarbone.

"Thank you, it smells good, I'm hungry." He mumbled, secretly comforted by the way your body relaxed against his.

The pasta was ready to be drained, making him leave your side, grabbing the colander and placing it in the sink. You thank him quietly, steam rising to your face and making you sweat.

"You're home early." You state, making sure no joy or moodiness was present.

"I left early," He began, scratching the back of his neck, "I wanted to say sorry for earlier. I didn't mean to be angry and I felt bad as soon as I did it."

Turning around and placing the hot pot on the stove, you nodded, getting a good look at him and seeing the genuine remorse. He wasn't the best of hiding emotions from you, you could read his hazel eyes like the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry too, I had a bad day and I should've understood more. I would just appreciate a heads up next time, please." You spoke, voice gentler as you strolled towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer.

His chest was warm from the muggy air, cologne evident on his clothes. He kissed your head and your eyes accidentally flutter.

"I will. We both just have to communicate." He agreed, rubbing the small of your back. The small notion made you melt, kissing his cheek before turning to grab the canned red sauce.

Prepping the pasta, he hung out by the island in the kitchen, watching as you moved pantless and in his shirt.

Separating it to two plates, you sat beside him at the table with him on the end, his pinkie stroking your hand as they rested beside each other.

"Thank you, honey." He muttered after a large bite, making you smile and roll your eyes, tapping the bottom of his chin.

"You're welcome, doofus." You grin, taking a bite of your own, mid-chew when he returns the favor by tapping beneath your chin. Glaring at him, he sees the facade clearly, warmth rising to both of your cheeks.

"You're cute when you're mad." He muses, laughing at your shocked face, earning a smack to the chest. However, he encloses your hand to him, pulling it up for a kiss to the knuckles. He doesn't mistake your bashfulness, "You're cute when you're being mean to me and flustered."

i hope u enjoyed this! i wrote this fairly quick and wanted it to be a bit mundane as i think first fights are usually over something a bit silly. :) xoxo, elora.

tagging some mutuals :)

@lilacletter @andvys @munsonsreputation @corrodedcorpses @berryfairy444

[cycat-carisi]

Take From Me My Lace

Pairing: Hetty x Trevor

Summary: Trevor learns about Hetty's most well-kept secret. (Takes place sometime before "Holes Are Bad".)

Tags/warnings: Spoilers for CBS Ghosts 3x08 "Holes Are Bad", some pg content, (implied) suicide.

Words: 1026

A/N: Heyyo! I'm new around here *waves frantically* I've been watching the show casually for 2 seasons. A rerun of the episode where Pete meets his grandkid SOLD me hard, and then the whole Tretty/H-Money affair started up, and I was a total goner, lol.

After watching "Holes Are Bad" I'm on the side that's convinced that Trevor knew. The look on his face, I think, is more sympathetic as if he's sad on her behalf that she had to reveal her secret, and not even on her own time. And when the other ghosts talk to Trevor afterwards, it feels like he's covering up what he knew.

So yeah, long story short, all of that inspired this little fic thing. I have not read any other fics in this fandom yet, but needed to get this out in the world to help kick off my full-blown obsession 😁🫶🏼

AO3: link (or below the cut!)

The pulse point just beneath her jawline.

He would never admit it out loud, but that was Trevor's favourite place to kiss Hetty. He loved that spot because his tender touch would send her eyes fluttering shut amidst hushed moans.

At first Hetty was apprehensive when Trevor's lips would trail close to the intricate neckline of her dress. Yet, as their relationship progressed, Hetty allowed Trevor to explore more and more of the places she had never let anyone else reach.

Still, most nights she would redirect Trevor's affections when his lips strayed even a little too far down towards the lacy seam. Trevor initially wrote off the abrupt change simply as Hetty's insatiable passion taking over, until one night he finally learned the truth.

"Mmm, Trevor," Hetty sighs, her voice heavy with sleep. Limbs tangled with hers, Trevor continues his ministrations, enjoying the feel of her soft murmurs echoing under his lips. "Ready for round two, are we?" quips the Victorian woman as she rouses from her slumber.

"Just lemme make you feel good instead," Trevor insists as he finds the spot beneath Hetty's ear that makes her keen.

She instantly gives in when his hand trails up the front of her corset, arriving to cradle her face. His thumb rubs delicately along the apple of her cheek while Trevor leans overtop his lover to place a languid kiss to her plush lips.

Hetty arches into the kiss, groaning when Trevor begins to trail his lips down to her pulse point. One of her hands grips his shoulder while the other seeks purchase in his styled hair. "Don't stop," she whispers when Trevor suckles lightly on the tender flesh beneath her jawline. And who is he to say no?

Trevor moves his lips inch by tantalizing inch along her neck, pausing to nip and lave his tongue over her ivory skin. He works further down towards the delicate lacework, and this time, without realization, Hetty tilts her head back to grant her lover greater access.

With her fiery red tresses pressed into the pillow, Trevor takes advantage, soothing her features with his thumb and slowly navigating his fingertips underneath the lace.

He feels it at the same time that she does.

Hetty's bright eyes fly open. She recoils, panic surging through her as she scoots herself up towards the headboard.

Trevor pulls back, startled; concern is written all over his face. "Hetty," he speaks gently. "What was that?"

The Victorian woman's vision turns glassy. She has kept her secret for so long, and now she has slipped up. She could lie. She could run. She could get angry at her pantless, horny lover. But she knows that none of those options would be fair. She is just as responsible for their affair as he is, and she concedes that this moment was ultimately inevitable.

Hetty swallows hard; fear and something akin to defeat are etched deep into her features.

Trevor leans in cautiously, his hand coming to rest reassuringly upon her clothed thigh. He sits patiently, waiting for her to be ready to speak.

"Ohh hoo," she exhales shakily, shifting to sit up further. His dark eyes never leave hers as she does. Except instead of speaking, Hetty simply reaches upwards, and her nimble fingers work to roll down the lacy fabric.

Trevor's brows pinch, and his heart sinks when the bruises and golden cord come into view.

Hetty scrunches her eyes closed, bracing herself for judgement–for Trevor to draw back in disgust. Instead, a soft voice engulfs her. "Oh, darling, I'm so sorry."

What Hetty sees when she opens her eyes is a handsome face laden with tenderness. There is no aversion, only warmth. And so, Hetty Woodstone, for the first time in the 120 years since her death, confesses the truth surrounding that fateful day.

Trevor listens attentively as the headstrong woman he is familiar with suddenly becomes so vulnerable, revealing her shame and deepest regrets. And as he takes in her words, Trevor feels privileged that Hetty–his Hetty–trusts him enough to bear her soul to him in this way.

Trevor allows her to speak until she has said all that she needs to. And somehow, Hetty finds her hands in his–an anchor to keep her from drifting away.

"Thank you, Trevor," she concludes, voice low and crestfallen. "Thank you for listening."

"You don't have to thank me, Hetty," Trevor soothes. "I just wish you had told me sooner so I could’ve been here for you."

Hetty gazes deeply into Trevor's eyes. Details leading up to his own death had been a secretive topic for the man who hides his compassion beneath a frat-boy persona. Hetty came to understand that part of him, and now Trevor is privy to a similar part of her. "You are here now, and that is more than I could ask for," she replies with a small smile.

Trevor nods, bringing the back of her hand up to his lips.

"Just… please don't let on you know." Hetty whispers, her eyes brimming with the desperation of her plea.

Trevor gives her hands a gentle squeeze. "Your secret is safe with me."

The pair's gazes fix as they drink one another in. The moment is raw, unveiling, and somehow deeply intimate.

Hetty's eyes fall to Trevor's lips. She begins to tilt her body toward his when Trevor decides to break the silence. He wants to hold her, wants to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, and to kiss away the pain she has locked deep inside herself. Instead, he murmurs, "Does it still hurt?"

Hetty feels Trevor’s breath tickle her lips. She pauses for a moment before answering solemnly. "A dull ache that never truly leaves."

Hetty nods, and Trevor slowly closes the distance between them. His nose grazes against her jawline before warm lips softly meet the bruises encircling her neck. Trevor's movements are gentle; there is no lust, only affection, and something that borders on the line of love.

Trevor draws nearer. "May I?" He asks, eyelashes flickering as he drags his gaze between her collar and the ocean swirls of her irises.

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[profoundexpertearthquake]

MiSHAP IN THE WOODS!

Once again the French crook found himself in a embarrassing situation, this time trying to steal a bear cub for a wealthy lady client who collected rare and illegal pets and was offering a small fortune to anyone who could bring her a cub, having already tried and failed a few weeks earlier in which he also lost his pants to a angry mother bear, he decided this time to take a accumplise who was all to eager to offer is assistance once told about what the lady was willing to pay being a villainous character himself.

Once in the woods the crooked pair made their way to where the frenchman had previously managed to crab a cub before losing his pants and abandoning the plan and fleeing. Both men waited and it wasn't long before a cub wandered their way "attrape le" yelled Frenchbadguy whilst failing to notice in his excitement that mother bear was closing in on him fast, slash! went her claw "Yeeeoww" went the frenchman, Riiiippppp! went his pants, and once again he was pantless with his little heart briefs on show.

As for his accumplise he didn't fair any better either, bending down to pick up the cub but the cub was to quick and darted between his legs and grabbed the seat of his pants and pulled them down revealing his skimpy red briefs, stumbling about trying to pull up his pants before falling flat on his face, abandoning his pants he along with the french crook fled.

As the hapless pair made their way back through the woods with both men trying to pull their shirts over their exposed undies they began to argue, it was such a comical sight it would have topped any villian cumupence movie, as for the bears they hadn't finished with them yet. "That's the last time I'm helping you you crazy frenchman" "as easy as taking candy from a baby you said" continued the pissed off accumplise "and now I've got to make my way home in my underpan! But before he could finish his sentence he let out a "Yeeeoww" as the bear took hold him by his briefs, in the same moment two cubs with sharp little teeth bit the frenchbadguys ample briefclad backside on both cheeks "Yeeeoww" For them both a bad day had just got worst!

[maxmcyfield]

what a ride! / perlan / university au circa 2019? @jokermoreau

Today's agenda is riding. 

It wasn't planned, per se. These things never are. But somehow while having lunch together, they ended up on the topic of their… sessions. One thing led to another and suddenly, they are on the couch, pantless and shoving their tongues in each other's mouths while he has his tip planted comfortably inside her.

She doesn't remember what started it either. Something about horses, ironically.

He's being gentle with her though. He always is, but this time, she can feel the tight grip around her waist. How he's hesitating. She almost wants him to snap, but she also knows she can't handle it if he did.

"Okay," he murmurs into her ear, and she's surprised at how stable his voice sounds. "You can move down."

Percy wordlessly nods, her brain too preoccupied to form any words, complying to his instruction faithfully. It's not painful anymore when more of him enters her — hasn't been in a while. It helps that he'd fingered her just now, but she still can't over the feeling of him. The delicious stretch that his cock provides, the inevitable way her head spins from the pleasure. It feels too good, so much so that it's as if her body is rejecting it. Like the pure vulgarity from the passion shocking her system as if she were some puritan celibate.

The irony isn't lost on her either — the fact that they're married makes this… thing, all the sex they've been having, be completely morally okay. (And she's not even religious!) Technically. But the way he's looking at her right now, eyes dark with want, his cock stuffing her full with every inch she's lowering herself on it — makes it feel dirty. Sinful, even.

"That's it," he hums, making sure to hold her strong so that she won't take too much of him all at once. She's thankful for it too, because she's sure she'd just come if he shoved it in there. "Good girl."

Fuck. Percy tightens around him, the petname causing her to whimper. He groans in response, digging his fingers deeper into her hips. That doesn't stop her though - instead, she's half sure he's pulling her down now.

"You like that, hm? I knew it." Dylan laughs, self-satisfied yet still unbelievably thoughtful. "Knew last night wasn't a fluke."

She'd laugh at herself too if she could, at how much those words make her react, but she's also particularly occupied at the moment by the fact she has all of him in her and he's hitting her deeper than he ever has before in this position.

A full body shudder hits her when he adjusts himself, his head brushing the bit of her she always forgets makes her head go numb. He moves again, and she moans. She can't help the way her pussy squeezes around him a couple of times, unable to control herself.

Dylan stills her, breath hitching. "Oh- Careful there. I'm riding a fine line as is, bun."

She squeezes around him again. This time it's intentional. Percy isn't thinking rationally anymore. She's testing the waters, pushing the safe bounds he's built around them. She wants to see what that line is, even if it's unwise.

"Pers, if you that again, I don't think I can stop myself."

His voice is still calm, but there's an edge of danger to it. For some reason, it sounds like a promise.

And it makes her squeeze around him again. Even harder than before.

He doesn't say anything in response for a few seconds. And for abit, she thinks he's actually angry...

But suddenly, the full, satisfying feeling of him filling her is gone when he retreats out of her. She almost complains too, but then she feels the grip on her hips again and all at once, he slams into her - the fulllengtht of him hitting her deepest parts hard and fast.

She collapses into him from the sheer intensity that washes over her, gasping. But he doesn't stop to catch her. Instead, he does it again. And again... And again.

Percy doesn't remember the last time she had a coherent thought as a result.

(Okay, so, change of plans. Today's agenda is letting Dylan fuck up into her as hard as he wanted.)

[danceswithdarkspawn]

what's the funniest thing you've ever seen? Short of that, the funniest thing you remember?

Is it sad that I had to actually think about this? I can think of all sorts of things that made me sad or angry, but something funny? I guess that says a lot about me.

This probably won't make any sense to anyone else, but when the pandemic started (after recovering from a pretty bad stomach bug), I got really into The Elder Scrolls Online. Specifically, I actually got into endgame content with other players, coupled with some light-hearted roleplay. Up to this point, I had been playing the game completely solo.

So I landed myself into a guild, a lot of us quit after some guild drama, and made our own guild. Our circle grew. There was a saga in which my character fell in love with another guildmate's character. Eventually, this love interest changed their race, which left her devastated. She trashed her room and could be frequently found laying beneath her bed without pants on (being pantless is a running gag in this guild, to this day).

While engaging in some drunken PVP, a proposal was made. An actual proposal. With an entirely different character.

There was a wedding two months later. A cake was made. The entire guild showed up. People not in the guild showed up. There was a fistfight at the altar. There was an afterparty with shenanigans. It was a whole day event, and is probably the most fun I've had in literal years. That was two years ago.

Perhaps not a single funny event, but rather a series of funny events, but nonetheless.

[jadedsnowtiger]

She was evil, born of rape and torture. Rachel was born with the intent to destroy worlds. She had even killed, mostly in self defense but she still killed someone. Raised by a mother terrified of her powers, Rachel never learned how to make a connection. Rachel had no honest idea how to ask for comfort, so on nights where it got too much she would lock herself in the bathroom door and crawl into the tub and allow herself to cry.

One day after an extremely hard day at school Rachel found herself holding a blade to her wrist, crying as she watched for the first time as she had control over something. She could control the cut, the length, the depth it was something she could control when her mind betrayed her. Marks for times she had been pushed, or shoved around at school, being called a whore always hurt- it also made the deepest cut.

Over the years, it has been easy to hide them, the white lines lay on her inner thigh and hips. Rachel didn't wear anything without a fishnet layer to make the marks unnoticeable.

Tonight wasn't supposed to happen, she had been good, she had been using the tools, she cleaned for almost 20 days, she had ten more days before she reached her goal.

But then tonight happened.

On the way to a dance club with the boys, they stood powerless, as they witnessed the collision. The second car lost control, as it was sent flying into a mother and son. The mother died on impact, the child however lasted a little longer. She pulled the dying child in her arms, knowing he wasn't able to be saved.

"Are you there?" Gars' voice softly spoke through the door.

"Go away!" Rachel screamed and shook, as she jumped in the tub causing several bottles to fall, the noise forced the door open.

Gar looks at the scene, Rachel crying so deeply her tears were black as she hid in the tub. A dagger on the tub's edge with several drops of blood sitting around it's bloody handle.

"Mama?" Gar spoke gently, slowly moving slowly unsure of how she would react. "Mama, can I take the dagger?"

Rachel shook her head, as she moved to grab it pull it closer, but Gar was faster tossing it to the door.

"Mama." Gr spoke gently as he looked at the pantless Rachel, sitting on only a tang top and her underwear and she curled up into a ball. With a scream Rachel shook her head, burying herself into her folded legs, three red slashes looked raw, as they bleed.

"Are you still angry?" Gar asked softly.

Rachel looked up nodding, before Gar reached into the tub, turning the shower on cold blasting the tub with it.

"Healthier way to deal." Gar told her gently. "The cold water stings too."

"I am sorry." Rachel shook as she rocked. "I'm sorry. I am sorry."

"For what?" Gar asked softly sitting down, on the opposite side of the tub joining her.

"I didn't save him." Rachel shook her head. "I tried so hard."

The child was so young, blood red hair, blue eyes with freckles. His eyes were the colour of the sky, so bright even with the life fading from them. He had been so small, he fit into her lap, as she cuddled him as he cried for his mother.

Rachel cried, why did her magic fail her. "I couldn't save him."

"He was already gone, Mama." Gar spoke gently. "You can't raise the dead."

Rachel shook her head as the guilt filled her

as she cried into her lap.

"Mama." Gar reached over petting her hair. "You can't bring back the dead."

Rachel shook her head. "James was talking to me, he was alive."

The child's name was James, he wanted to be a superhero like the Green Lantern.

"He really wasn't Rachel." Gar shook his head. Rachel leaned over crying as Gar ran his hand over her back "He was dieing."

Gar shighed gently, as he held her kissing her head.

"You gave James, a painless death." Gar spoke softly. "Talked him through the fear, kept him calm."

Rachel nodded, as Gar leaned over her speaking.

"You held his hand, wiped his fear from his eyes." Gar smiled gently. "You did a good job, Mama."

Rachel whimpered as the water turned off, her wet cold clothing sticking to her skin as Gar wiped her hair away from her face.

"You did a good job, Mama."

Rachel sat crying softly, as Gar moved her to face him. "Such a good job, James was calm and at peace."

Rachel looked up as he spoke, "Peace?"

Gar smiled softly, taking her hands in to his. "I would say so, he wasn't scared looking at you. You even made him smile, when you told him, everyone gets wings in heaven."

Rachel nodded, as Gar looked over her wrist, checking her arms, the angry marks looking back at him as he kissed them softly.

"I know. He was very young, but with you holding his hands, he left in peace." Gar spoke as he helped her to stand. "His last moments were peaceful."

"He thanked me." Rachel asked confusedly, as she looked up.

"He was safe." Gar pulled her close, hugging her. "You're both safe."

"I am sorry." Rachel whispered into his neck as he hugged her tightly.

"I need to clean you up." Gar spoke gently, running his hand over her cheek. "Can you safely stand here for me?"

Rachel nodded as Gar moved away from the hug keeping her at arm length.

"Can I help you take off your wet clothing?"

"Please." Rachel looked up, as she shivered.

Gar smiled as he pulled her towel off the door, waking over to her. Helping Rachel out of the tight shirt, Gar was thankful she had on a bra, as he pulled it off Rachel's shoulders dropping the wet shirt leaving his best friend in just her underwear.

Gar smiled through his nerves as he wrapped Rachel up in the towel.

"There we go." Gar smiled as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Cuddly demon."

"I don't cuddle." Rachel spoke softly.

"You cuddle me." Gar smiled as he sat her down on the bathtub. "I get the best cuddles."

Rachel smiled as Gar moved to collect the red box under the bathroom sink, opening it as he dumped the contents looking for what he needed.

"It was organized." Rachel looked on, knowing she would have to fix it at a later date.

"Well the wraps are always at the bottom." Gar smiled, flashing his fang, as he walked back with his hand full.

"Sleep with me tonight Mama?" Gar asked gently as he started to work. "Let me take care of you for once."

Rachel looked away as he cleaned the cuts gently blowing on them, before placing a cream onto the cuts.

"I'll make you tea, and we can cuddle. Do you want Kitty Gar?" Gar spoke gently as he worked, wrapping her leg.

Rachel nodded, staring at the wall.

"Yeah, I will sleep as a cat tonight." Gar looked up, sealing a kiss to the bandaged.

"Now with my love, you shall heal quicker." Gar smiled as he stood up, taking Rachel hand softly petting it as the goth looked lost.

"Mama." Gar spoke with a gentle grawl as Rachel looked at him. "Are you dissociating?"

Rachel nodded as the tears fell from her eyes.

Gar nodded, placing his hands on her knees noticing she was shaking.

"Let's get you into something warm, baby girl." Gat spoke gently, leading her out of the bathroom and sitting her on the bed.

Rachel didn't respond, as Gar looked to her worried.

"Let me find your PJs." Gar spoke gently as he reached across the bed placing her stuffed chicken on to her lap. "Watch Mama, I need to look for her clothes."

Gar moved to her dresser, opening it, preying he wouldn't find anything. Rachel was too detached to fight him off, he didn't want her to be angry for abusing this situation.

"Should I call Kori to help you?" Gar asked as he found a nightgown he pulled it out, hoping for a long length.

"No.. she will see." Rachel whispered back.

"Do you trust me to undress you?" Gar moved back as she nodded.

"Okay Mama." Gar moved in front of her, looking nervous he flashed his fang. Rachel turned to him blushing, as his hand shook, reaching for her towel.

"You worry me, Mama." Gar spoke gently, as he dropped the towel from around Rachel and had her hold her arms up to place the nightgown over her head. "One of these days, I can't lose you."

Rachel watched his green eyes turn gold.

"I can't stand the idea of you hurting yourself." Gar whispered, wrapping his arm around her waist pulling her close. "You're my best friend. You're my world, if I was to lose you-."

"I do love you." Rachel's voice broke, as buried her head in his chest.

Gar froze with a soft smile, as he hugged Rachel close, pulling her chin up to face him.

"I love you."

Gar kissed her softly, as he shivered. "But I'm still soaking wet, and you are warm and dryish."

Rachel nodded, as Gar kissed her.

"Kitty?"

Gar nodded as he started stripping, before a large green damp tiger made its way onto her bed. Rachel crawled beside him, as his paw held her in place as she closed her eyes as listened to Gar beside her.

"I am sorry." She told the tiger, rubbing his nose as she closed her eyes.

I love you. The tiger spoke, as his eyes watches her, as she started into them falling asleep.

[hiretrust]

Below deck reunion

Below deck reunion tv#

No chance there she had already several intentionally WAS “THE ANGRY BLACK LITTLE GIRL GETTING ANGRY AS EXCUSE TO CONTINUE being a stereotype ANGRY BLACK LITTLE GIRL” She said she didn’t want to be “THE ANGRY BLACK WOMAN’ She blew Eddie up who has no idea there was a word issue and was being dispersed that Rayna was clearly looking to find a way to keep Eddie from his overdue calling out her work performance as unsatisfactory from day 1. Then turned it all into the word, then to re find an excuse for her total laziness and the disrespect eye rolling for doing one of many tasks she was hired to do every day as a deck hand. She pulled the being black card out, and chose to turn heathers mortifying info she didn’t even know she used the word, into THE WHOLE REASON SHE HAS NOT BEEN WORKING ALL SEASON.Įddie hadn’t heard the issue of the word and was giving her a very late duly appropriate dressing down for a whole season. Swab the decks, rice and clean the entire exterior EVERY SINGLE DAY (I’d never take that job). She left, Eddie not aware was about to call out Rayna for a season to total laziness, the disrespect on a yacht where rank is a real thing, with eye rolling for daily tasks of the job. Rayna said clearly, I’m ok with it, I know you didn’t know you said it, but letting you know these days, any use of the word would be called out by anyone who heard it. Not disagreeing, but she clearly was using the word probably lyrics to a song, and Heather being drunk and becoming friends with Rayna blurted out the wrong word, not as a pejorative but a drunken mistakes “call back to Rayna’s drunken use of the word”

Below deck reunion tv#

Check back with TV Shows Ace for more news on Below Deck. What are your thoughts on Jake missing the reunion? Did you miss him? Sound off below in the comment section. They would love to see him return again, especially if Fraser comes back. Surely, fans will miss Jake and his presence on the show. He wants to focus on himself before appearing on reality television again. Jake also confirmed that he will not return for Season 10 of Below Deck. Production are doing everything they can to help me. “My mental health has been really bad this year,” the Below Deck crew member wrote, as quoted by Reality Tidbit. Jake held a Q&A on his Instagram Stories, in which he first spoke out about his mental health. Host Andy Cohen said that Jake has been struggling with mental health issues. He has since moved on from Below Deck and yachting. Why Jake didn’t attend the Below Deck Season 9 reunion Fraser was mostly quiet during the reunion as he enjoyed his wine. But, it’s unclear where the two ended up since then. The two reunited shortly after leaving the yacht. Fans also wanted to know about the status of Jake and Fraser’s friendship. They loved seeing what else he was going to do next. Jake has become popular among Below Deck fans due to his drunken antics on the show. Earlier in the show, he admitted that they were together for the green card. That means he’s no longer engaged to the woman named Paris. As TV Shows Ace previously reported, he is single. He also couldn’t open up about his current relationship status. Fans couldn’t get the answers to their burning questions like why did that love triangle happen in the first place? Unfortunately, that was not discussed since Jake wasn’t present at the reunion. He also ended up in a love triangle with Fraser Olender and Rayna Lindsey. One of those highlights was Jake Foulger, who was seen pantless most of the time. The Below Deck reunion special addressed some of the biggest moments of Season 9. Is he on the outs with his crew members? Jake Foulger was a no-show at the reunion Some fans wanted to know more about Jake’s non-appearance. The bad boy deckhand was absent from the reunion. This also makes it easier for them to meet at a certain time. Unlike most Bravo shows, the crew members reunite virtually since most of them live and work in various countries throughout the world. Jake Foulger did not make an appearance at the virtual reunion. However, there was one obvious face missing from the reunion. Most of the crew members reunited to talk about the past charter season. The Below Deck Season 9 reunion special aired on Monday, February 7.

[ededdneddy-artrefs]

[bubblyhoney]

soundtrack

warnings: sailor language, suggestive themes/mentions of sex, drinking, nicotine use, being tipsy/intoxicated. no graphic or explicit nsfw content besides basically tonguing and giving hickeys and an ass grab.

tags: karl jacobs x fem!reader

words: 1898

A/N: i wrote this thinking that both people in this fic are of drinking age; i’m not, but i thought it would be a cool idea. i can assume many adult gatherings feature alcohol, so yeah. drinking isn’t integral to the plot of this fic. also it is pre-(or post)pandemic bc it’s just a general rule of thumb to not have parties right now.

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“Don’t, kill, me,” Karl warbles, setting down his bottle with a sigh. Freaks plays loud and tinny on the TV, album cover bathing those occupying the couch in a grayish light. Those occupants being just you and Karl. The room is lit with purple string lights and that one thrifted lamp with frogs on the shade he’d sworn was the best purchase he’s ever made. You’re sprawled out on the other half of the sofa, ankles crossed and a can of vodka seltzer swaying in your hand. The song changes to 20 Min by Lil Uzi and your foot bounces to the beat.

“What time is it?” You sigh, placing the nearly-empty can onto the coffee table next to your apple berry-flavored pen. He flicks his wrist towards his face.

“2:46,” he delivers, and takes a swig of the Angry Orchard in his hand. His sixth, specifically. The rest of the group had left roughly ten minutes ago, leaving the two loneliest people to drink alone. You, thoroughly tipsy, decided it was better to spend the night on his spare than pay $50 for an Uber. He agreed, of course. Why wouldn’t he?

Lifting onto your elbows, you just stare at him. He lifts an ankle to cross over the other and your eyes drop. What is his fascination with Spongebob socks?

“We should play 20 questions.”

“What?” His head swivels like a bobblehead and a giggle barely escapes your lips.

“20 questions!” You say excitedly, heaving onto your knees to look at him earnestly. “You go first.”

“Um, okay.” The song fades into Paper Planes and he bobs his head to the beat. “What’s your favorite breed of dog?”

“Shiba inu. Are you a virgin?”

The fucking tone of your voice makes him dissolve into giggles, hand pressed to his chest. You just shrug, reaching for the pen in the table. “Fair question, I think,” you say defensively. His chest heaves, but he sits up.

“No—no, I’m not a virgin.” His cheeks are red, but he’s smiling like it was an easy answer. Your mind floods with images of his long hair in your face, long fingers—a sweaty chest. You shake your head. “Okay, my turn,” he continues, giving you a weird look. “would you rather kiss Chucky Cheese or Ronald McDonald?”

“Karl!” You whine. “That is not how 20 Questions works!” You grumpily pull from your pen, blowing the smoke out of the side of your mouth. Eughk. Apple berry sucks.

“Fine, fine,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. The tell-tale guitar chords of The Adults Are Talking floods the room and his face brightens with a new question. “Have you ever been to a concert?”

“Yes, actually. The Jonas Brothers in 2009.” He wrinkles his nose, finishing his cider and dropping it onto the coffee table with a sharp noise. Your eyebrows furrow. “Don’t you dare badmouth my boys.”

“Wasn’t gonna!” He reaches for your pen and you give it to him with a slight pout on your lips that he glances at.

“Good. Where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex?” A grin climbs your lips.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” His eyes widen and smoke curls out of his nostrils as he hands your pen back. You just shrug and pick up your discarded seltzer. “Gimme a sec to think.”

“So many places?” You tease, finishing the last drop of your drink and crushing it beneath your palm. He shrugs, mirroring you, and cracks open another cider. He seems to think, brows furrowing, as he pulls a swig from the dark bottle.

“Boat.”

“Boat,” you repeat.

“Yup.” He looks at you, gaze flickering to your lips imperceptibly fast. If you were sober you’d probably notice, but you’re not and you don’t.

“You’ve fucked on a boat?” No way. Karl Jacobs. On a boat. Having sex. What an image—

“Yeah, senior year was great for me.” More Than A Woman fills the space of the silence as you consider this. You blink, processing.

“Whose boat?” You're genuinely curious. Was it a yacht, pontoon, fishing boat? Row boat? The sudden scene of him getting his foot stuck in a fishing net while pantless clouds your vision.

“My girlfriend’s.” And that’s that on that because he’s moving on before you can open your mouth and continue the discussion of the logistics of this. “Stop investigating, perv. Now it’s my turn. Hmm— wait! Where is the weirdest place you have had sex?” A sneaky grin is on his lips and now you just want to kiss him, damn it.

“I-Uh. I think it was under the bleachers. I also had a great senior year,” you offer, scooting forward on your knees so that you’re only a foot from Karl. He looks impressed, actually.

“Who was it?”

Your eyebrow raises in question.

“Personal question or one of the 16 left, Karl?”

His cheeks heat and he looks once to the TV.

“Personal,” he mutters into the mouth of his bottle.

“It was Brian Hernandez,” you sigh, gazing off into the distance with a fond look in your eyes. You feel the end of the game of 20 questions as you see him chew on his bottom lip from your peripheral. “Dude was insatiable. Managed girls’ basketball and looked damn good doing it.”

“I managed girls’ soccer,” he says simply, uncrossing his legs. “My girlfriend was goalie.”

“How long did you guys date?” You fold your legs up underneath you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You feel the most sober now out of all tonight.

“Dunno.” He sips at his cider. “Couple weeks maybe?”

You smirk. “Karl Jacobs puts out in the first couple weeks?” That’s hot, you don’t say. He gives you a look. “18 year old Karl was a player,” you tease, leaning forward to poke at his chest.

Smacking your hand away, he sighs and lifts a hand to tousle his hair.

“Guess he was.” Clear eyes meet yours and you take a hit from the pen that lays discarded in your palm. He watches the smoke float from your mouth. The TV screen swipes to Deceptacon and the mood quickly shifts. “So.” He turns toward you with lifted eyebrows. “You were a total nerd in highschool, huh.”

Your jaw drops. “I was not!”

“Come on; yes, you were.” He makes a face and drains half the bottle of cider. “You probably were in SpellBowl and every teacher’s pet.”

“Nice try, bitch. You were a dumb jock. I’ve seen the pictures. The yearbook pictures.” You look pointedly at his hair.

“My hair was not that bad.”

“Yes it was.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he grumbles and pushes his hand through his long curls. “Just a little… short.” It’s your turn to make a face.

“A buzz cut nearly to your scalp is more than short.” He huffs at you and finishes the cider just as the song switches. “Anyways.” You don’t really have anything to say, actually. Too busy thinking about teenage Karl smacking tennis rackets around and fielding lost soccer balls for his girlfriend. She’s long gone, right?

“Are you wearing lingerie?” Karl asks suddenly and you look up. He stares pointedly at your chest and you move a hand to pat at your stomach.

“Oh,” you start, and flick the last three buttons open, fabric falling to reveal a baby blue lace corset. “Yeah.” He can’t seem to stop imagining what’s underneath it. Fuck. “Do you like it?” The tone in your voice is taunting and he has to look away.

He clears his throat and places the second glass bottle onto the coffee table.

“Yes.”

You rise onto your knees and pull your arms out of the button-up, letting it fall back on the couch.

“Do you want to touch it?” You're looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes, he realizes, and you know exactly what you’re doing. You’re not asking if he wants to touch the corset; you’re asking if he wants to touch you.

“Can I?” He glances at you warily. You just nod, and it’s then that you’re shuffling forward. The material is soft on his fingertips when he brushes a hand across your torso. “Silk,” he mumbles, and stares, transfixed, at the loopy flower pattern crawling across your waist in shades of milky blue. You just hum and watch. He realizes suddenly when he traces a finger up on the ridge of the neckline that you’re not wearing anything underneath it. It makes him stop in his tracks, neck flushing. “Are-are you—,”

“Wearing a bra? No, I’m not.” You lay a hand on his shoulder, hoisting one leg over his thighs and settling down comfortable on his lap. He bristles then relaxes as you slide a hand up into his scalp. “Do you want me to show you?”

He glares at you, barely annoyed, and shifts so that his large hands rest in the curve of your waist. Poison starts in the speakers as his eyebrow raises.

“Do you normally wear corsets when we all hang out?” A lock of your hair moves past your cheek as he brushes it out of the way. His mouth tilts into a smirk. You seem to think about it, lips pursed, and grip both his shoulders in your hands.

“Only when I’ve got someone to impress.” A hand on your lower back presses insistently and you fall further into his lap.

“Who are you here to impress, Y/N?” He’s barely an inch from your mouth now, and can’t seem to keep his eyes on one part of your face. Cool breath fans onto your cheeks and they warm. God, he’s even cuter up close.

“You,” barely passes your lips before he’s taking the side of your neck into his hand and stretching to connect your lips with his own.

Cherry, you think. Cherry chapstick, that cheeky bastard. Taking your wrist in his hand, he loops it up and around his neck. You’re making a noise into his mouth, you realize, right as he’s sliding a hand down to the side of your thigh and gripping it between his long fingers. You shiver as he pulls away too soon, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before sinking his teeth into your neck. The gasp that leaves your mouth is surprisingly loud and your cheeks flush further. He just hums, pleased, and stretches an arm to the opposite side of your waist to hug you closer. Warm lips move on the skin of your neck and his tongue darts out few and far between the kisses.

“Fuck,” he breathes when your hips jerk forward once.

“Sorry,” you whisper up at the ceiling, eyes falling shut. “reflex.”

He grins against your neck and moves to grip an ass cheek in his palm.

“Your reflex to me licking a hickey is to grind into my crotch?” he teases. You just have to nod, lips parted, as he soothes another bruise with his tongue.

“Karl.” He seems to either not hear you or ignore you for he’s removing himself from your neck and connecting your mouths once more. “Karl,” you stutter between kisses, and he squeezes at your ass.

“Yes?” His lips are bitten and puffy when he pulls away, a smug look on his beautiful face.

“Take off my corset.”

He looks between your face and the lingerie, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

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A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. :D comment what you think !

[gnocchighoul]

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Meet my MC, Venus! 

everything on this list with emoji ratings is ___ x reader

(☀️) -- fluff   (🌙) -- smut    (🥀) --angst   (🦕) -- gender neutral 

operation hot potato [Lucifer/MC] ☀️

big spoon bribery part one & part two [Lucifer/MC]  ☀️🦕

the threads that bind us [Lucifer/MC]  ☀️🥀

gains and goofs [Beel/Belphie/MC]  ☀️🦕

would you still love me if I was a worm? [Brothers/MC]  ☀️🦕

wax feathers // melting sun [Diavolo/MC]  ☀️🦕

Tater Tot’s adventures (hcs for Tater Tot, Lucifer and MC’s cat from operation hot potato) ☀️

Diavolo the zumba-loving mimosa mom 

the creation of Mammon (as seen by Lucifer)  

Lucifer the musician ☀️🦕

angry Lucifer ☀️🦕

sleep hc for Lucifer ☀️🦕

romantic Levi ☀️🦕

Belphie summons cows in unfavorable places ☀️🦕

theory about luke  

the demon brothers get turned into cats ☀️🦕

the undateables get turned into cats ☀️🦕

the demon brothers + a touch starved MC ☀️🦕

the undateables + a touch starved MC ☀️🦕

surprising Luci by getting up early to make him breakfast. kind of. ☀️🦕

the demon brothers reactions to finding out MC is a vampire ☀️🦕

assorted headcanons! 

how the brothers react to MC getting a nosebleed ☀️🦕

what do the demon brothers smell like?

how the demon brothers react to being called an angel ☀️🦕

snuggling the demon bros after a bad day ☀️🦕

the RAD baby project  ☀️🦕

the shirtless calendar 

Fics

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how each brother reacts to walking in on MC pantless  🌙

undateables reaction to walking in on MC pantless  🌙

lucifer sex hc  🌙

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breeding kink series  🌙

[Diavolo/MC] & [Lucifer/MC]

[Mammon/MC] & [Asmo/MC]

[Beelzebub/MC] 

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Interview’s Aren’t Always Boring

Thank you to my close friend @tickleeteases​ for the prompt! In this fic, the reader manages to sneak up behind Tom to tickle him whilst he’s doing an interview whilst wearing no trousers, but he’s quick to get revenge. Enjoy!

You smiled fondly as you watched Tom being as kind as ever during yet another interview for his new upcoming film, Cherry. You always admired how sweet he was to the interviewers, even when he got asked the craziest questions which would send the normal person insane.

"Yes, I can confirm that I am pantless once more." Tom replied with a giggle, briefly lifting his leg to show the camera his bare leg. You rolled your eyes with a fond smirk, whatever made him comfy, you thought to yourself as you listened on out of eyesight of the camera.

After a while though, you began to get restless, the questions were getting repetitive, since this was the millionth interview he had done over the last few days, you wanted to do something without disturbing Tom too much, your eyes gazed down to his bare legs once more before looking back up at Tom's laptop screen, smirking to yourself as you thought of an idea to entertain the both of you, and eventually his fans.

You slowly slid off your seat and began crawling towards Tom, hoping he was too invested in the interview to notice you sneaking up on him. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice you sitting beside him and continued answering questions.

You grinned and sat cross legged, and began to glide your nails up and down the back of his calves, feeling him twitch in surprise as his eyes briefly widened before glancing down at you for a few seconds. However, he easily managed to cover himself up and continue talking as if nothing happened, damn his acting skills.

You soon decided to kick it up a notch by scribbling your fingers under his knees, it was a lot harder for poor Tom to compose himself, he scrunched his face up and playfully flicked your nose, ensuring his actions weren't seen by the camera. You simply gasped, and skittered your fingers up to his thighs, the action causing Tom to let out a steady stream of giggles.

"Sohohohorry... something cahahame up on my screheheen..." Tom tried to explain as you tried to hold back your own laughter. You could tell that Tom wasn't angry at you for doing this, but he knew he had to try and remain as professional as possible, but it was pretty hard since you were tickling him.

"Are you sure you're okay, Tom?" The interviewer asked as Tom was still giggling, and it was easy to tell that something was happening from his upper body wriggling around slightly, which was visible from the camera. "Yeheheah, sohohohorry..." He giggled out. You eventually stopped torturing him and returned to your spot away from the camera, watching as Tom got flustered for the remainder of the interview.

Once it was over, Tom made sure everything was turned off before turning to you with raised eyebrows, you were trying had not to burst into laughter the moment you saw his bright red face.

"You really thought that was funny, Y/N? Making me look like an absolute fool in front of Entertainment Weekly?" He asked, smirking at you before getting up and slowly approaching you.

You immediately knew what was coming, and you curled up on the sofa and began giggling nervously. "Tohohohom... get your hairless legs away from me!" You squealed out, knowing you were basically digging your own grave at this point, but you already knew what your punishment was, so you may as well poke fun at him whilst you still could.

"Oh I'll give you something to laugh about!" Tom smirked, gently tackling you so you were laying down on the sofa, wasting no time in squeezing up and down your thighs, grinning as you squealed with high pitched giggles, you immediately began shoving at your best friend. "Tohohohohom! Quihihihihihit it!" You yelped, but you knew you weren't going to get anywhere anytime soon.

"Doesn't feel nice, does it, Y/N? Maybe I should film this for my story since the whole world is gonna see me get tickled!" He teased, he would never do that to you, but the thought was more than enough to get you blushing madly as you let out another fit of giggles.

"I'm sohohohohorry!" You yelped, your giggles turning into squealing laughter as Tom moved to shake his hands into your belly, he loved that he didn't have to pin you down, as you were way too weak to move him, so you just had to lay there and accept your fate.

"Sorry won't stop future fans from tickling me I'm afraid! I need to make sure I get revenge now for when it does happen in the future!" Tom teased, gently scribbling his fingers into your sides and belly, smiling down at your giggling, squealing self.

Tom couldn't help but smirk fondly down at you before managing to drill his fingers under your arms, causing you to yelp and slam your arms down to your sides. "Plehehehease!" You begged, trying to give him the puppy eyes you knew he couldn't resist, but it was pretty hard whilst you were giggling hysterically.

"Pleeeease what? Raspberry your neck? My pleasure!" Tom grinned, leaning down and burying his face into your neck, pausing the tickles under your arms for a brief second to build up anticipation, before leaning down and blowing a huge raspberry on your neck, knowing this was one of your many weaknesses.

"TOHOHOHOHOM!" You yelped and screeched with laughter, it didn't help that Tom moved back down to your sides and squeezed in rapidly, which made you laugh louder and harder, accepting the fact that there was nothing you could do to stop him. But the more he was tickling you, the more you didn't really mind that he was doing it.

However, he only continued for another thirty seconds or so before pulling away after one more neck raspberry, he grinned and watched you take in deep breaths, with the occasional giggle slipping out.

Tom took your hand and pulled you to a seated position, he smiled fondly and poked your nose after you playfully flipped him off. "If we're hanging out the day a fan tickles me, you're gonna have to go through this all again." He told you, ruffling your hair before going to his room to change into less formal clothes, leaving you to lay there and recover.

However, you were forever thankful for what just happened, and you just knew you were going to get playfully attacked by your best friend a lot more often, not that you minded.

[bisluthq]

She really goes around the house pantless lmao just imagine her angry just those T-shirts must be a good sight

Plot twist: he’s not staring out the window because he withdraws in arguments he’s just trying to stay focused on his point.

[supergirl-writingz]

Reckless

B!D x Lena

Request: B!D getting spanked by Lena for doing something reckless please 🥺👉👈

TW: Dom/sub, 18+

Note: this is my first time writing something 18+ beforeee ah kinda nervous to post but i hope yall like it:)

You loved behaving for your girlfriend. Before Lena, you were out of control and irresponsible. Lena taught you how to grow up. She took care of you, and she praised you when you were good, but she also punished you when you were bad. You hated being punished, but she never took it too far and she always asked for permission. And for the most part it was working, you were on time for work, eat 3 meals a day, and did other things that most adults do. You were being responsible.

You met Lena through your sisters, Kara and Alex. You both immediately hit it off and soon enough you were dating. Your sisters were a little hesitant at first, but once they saw much you guys loved each other, they were all for it. You guys were good together, Lena made you better. 

Once you were in the “rhythm” of responsibility, you soon found out that Lena gave you a lot less attention. You didn’t get as much praise for your good behavior and you found yourself getting bored. When you got this way, you would do little things to step out of line. Nothing really bad, but just enough to get her attention, like sleeping in late on purpose or giving her attitude. But every once in a while, you took it a little too far... like right now.

You and some friends decided to race motorcycles after work. Usually you would have declined, it was dangerous and illegal and you didn’t do stuff like that anymore. But you were feeling rebellious and compulsive and you missed Lena. You didn’t tell her you were here but you knew she would find out... she always did. 

You were having fun racing your friends when you see your girlfriend’s car, and inside a very angry girlfriend. You stopped riding and looked at her, and she got out of the car. 

“Y/N Danvers what the hell do you think your doing?” Lena yelled. 

“Calm down Lena I’m just having some fun” you replied.

“Calm down? Don’t tell me to calm down Y/N you could’ve gotten hurt? Come on we’re leaving” Lena said.

“Lena you’re freaking out for no reason, it’s not a big deal” you said, knowing you were pushing it.

Lena stop yelling and said in her most serious tone, “Get in the car. Now”.

You knew by her tone it was time to stop messing around, so you listened and got into the car with Lena. 

You start to explain, “Lena-”

But she cuts you off, “I don’t want to hear it right now. We’ll talk when we get home”

You gulp and nod. You both ride the rest of the way home in silence. Your anxiety was bubbling with wondering how she would react when you got home. 

You felt your stomach drop when you reached your destination. You both silently got out of the car and walked in.

“Take off your pants” Lena said sternly.

“Lena come on, I don’t think-” you started.

Lena cut you off, “Pants off. Now.”

You gulped, “Yes Lena”

“Yes who?” She said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes Miss Luthor” you said quickly, taking off your pants. You stood there, pantless, waiting for her next instruction.

“Now your panties” Lena said.

“But Lena-“ you said.

“No buts Y/N. You were reckless and irresponsible and you need to be punished.” Lena said matter-of-factly.

You sighed and took off your panties, while Lena went to sit on the couch. She motioned for you to follow.

“Get on my lap, bottom up” Lena said.

You did what she said and crawled on top of Lena.

“Y/N are you okay with this?”

You nod and she adds, “Darling, I need to hear you say it”

“Yes Miss Luthor” you respond.

Lena gives you a small smile, “Good girl”.

She gives your bottom a small rub, as if preparing you and without warning slapped down on it.. hard.

You winced out in pain as she spanked you.. again... and again... and again. With every spank, more and more tears were gathering in your eyes. By the time she got to 20, you were sobbing.

“All done baby, you did so good” Lena said, rubbing your behind as you cried.

Lena let herself up, letting you stay to rest for a bit. She walked away, and got the tub running. She came back and helped you up and into the tub. You cried out as you first got in, but then the pain started to dull. You let Lena take care of you, cleaning you, and washing your hair. When she was all done she helped you stand up and wrapped a towel around you. She led you to your bedroom and handed you soft sweatpants and a t-shirt to wear. After you got dressed, you burst out crying.

“What's the matter sweetheart, does it still hurt?” Lena asked.

You shook your head no, “I’m so sorry Lena”

Lena motioned for you to get into bed with her, “Baby it’s okay, you did something bad but you got punished and now all is forgiven. You’re still my good girl, okay?”

“Okay” you said, crawling into bed with her.

She stroked your hair, comforting you and finally spoke up, “Can I ask you why you have been acting out lately?”

You cleared your throat, “I just... I just wanted your attention. I miss you.”

Lena smiled, “Oh baby you don’t have to try and get yourself killed to get my attention. And I know, I have been working a lot and giving you less approval.. It’s just you’ve been doing so good that I didn’t think you needed it. I love you so much and I’ll make sure to give you all the attention and praise you deserve from now on”

“You pinky swear?” you asked quietly.

Lena laughed at your childish and adorable manner and held out her pinkie, “Yes I pinkie swear”

You smiled, “Thanks Lena. And I promise too.. no more motorcycle races”

Lena laughed, “Pinkie swear?”

[nightshade-minho]

-MoonStorm-

Warnings: superhero!reader, super villain!Hyunjin, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex, dubious morality etc.

FireSable (Part 2)

You checked the mirror to make sure your mask was secure, turning around to inspect your spandex-covered ass. The radio crackled in the back, and you could hear the news reporter’s voice drone on and on.

“Last night, the Moonsable’s goons struck yet again, causing a number of casualties and starting a fire which devastated two buildings and injured more than 50 people. The city’s vigilante, Firestorm, was missing in action last night. The last reported sighting of the mysterious superhero was a week ago-“

You sighed. That news reporter never managed to pronounce the word ‘sable’ right. Anyhoo.

You crawled out of the window of your apartment, angling your body and turning it around. You scaled the wall, reaching the roof, and proceeding to jump off it, onto the next building. You began making your way to the secret hideout you knew the way to all too well.

The night was thick and foggy, but your vision was enhanced and hence, it wasn’t a problem. About ten minutes later, you stood in front of the shed.

It might have looked like a shed, alright. However, it was hiding a much different complex underneath. You walked over, punching the code onto the discreet pad. The light glowed green and your heart thumped as the door slowly swung upwards, letting you in.

As you stepped in, the floor moved beneath you, and suddenly you were plummeting. However, you were slightly used to this. So, you stuck to the wall until the elevator reached its destination, slowly creaking open.

The vast metallic hallway in front of you had guards lining it. Feeling annoyed, you stepped forward, and they reacted immediately, the closest one swinging a punch at you, which you easily blocked. Sighing, you turned around just in time to kick another one in the face, screaming when you felt a hand pull your hair backwards. You somehow managed to turn around, swinging your knee and hitting the guard in the crotch.

This would usually be the time when some sort of kickass background music would play, if you were in a superhero movie. However this was real life. So you settled for the groans and shouts of pain of the guards around you as you wiped the floor with the rest of them.

You groaned in slight pain. The guy had pulled your hair so hard that a slight ache had settled itself in your head. Sometimes, you contemplated cutting all of your hair off.

You stormed forward, angry, running your hands over a small tear in your suit. You scowled about having to patch that up when you returned home. As you pressed the button on the next door and the light turned green, you let out an annoyed grunt of frustration when you were met with another group of guards.

It was about half an hour later when you finally arrived at the final door, bigger than all the others, clutching your arm in pain. You punched in the same passcode you used at the gate, and the light turned green, hopefully for the last time.

As the doors opened, you were immediately hit with the scent of fresh magnolias.

It was slightly dark inside, but you could just make out a big chair and a figure sitting in it. The wall behind it was covered in screens, playing scenes from the CCTV network.

“Took you long enough. I’ve been watching you for the past forty minutes. I was kind of getting impatient. It was indeed hot to see you kick their asses so easily, though.”

You heard his voice and scoffed, kicking off your boots at the entrance as you sauntered in further. Letting your hand ghost across the wall, you found a light switch, which bathed the room in a little more light than before. It was still pretty dark, but now you could see his handsome face staring at you with a smirk.

You grunted. “I don’t get it. I’ve come here about a million times and each time I’ve got to fight your stupid guards. Don’t you think it’s about time you tell them about us?”

“What, that you come here not to fight me but to fuck me instead? Yeah...I don’t think so, princess.”

“Whatever.”

You walked to him and sat on his lap, your back facing him. He placed both of his hands on your thighs, running them up and down. “You look good in spandex.”

“I know. You know the deal, right, Moonsable?”

“Please, y/n. Call me Hyunjin. We’ve known each for so long, why the formalities?” He used his index fingers to draw his name on your thigh.

“And yeah, I remember. Have sex like we always do, and then I back off and don’t attack any civilians. However, you didn’t come by last week. And leaving me with blue balls is in violation of our contract...so I had to show you what happens. Hence, the little stunt last night.”

You made a sound of disapproval, when suddenly his hand made his way up to your neck, grabbing the zipper and slowly pulling it down, so that your breasts could be exposed. Then his hands made their way down and slowly pulled down your pants. “Get these silly things off.”

You complied, kicking the pants off.

He made a slight choked noise when you settled yourself in his lap, now pantless.

“You-you don’t wear underwear with your suit...?”

“It was a choice limited to today.”

He chuckled. “Well, it’s a great surprise.”

You slipped off of his lap all of a sudden, kneeling on the ground between his thighs. You expectantly looked up at him, and he gave you that signature smirk, pulling down his pants slightly so that his cock could pop out. It was already half hard from you being on his lap.

You took it in your hand, stroking it slightly, watching as it grew harder. You looked up at him. He had his head thrown back, looking ethereal in the dim light.

Not being able to take it anymore, you licked his tip, taking his angry red cock into your mouth with no hesitation. Fuck, he was big. You forced him down until he hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck...you’re really...fucking good at this, huh? You should just do this full time, instead of running off to play hero all the time.”

You didn’t say anything, bobbing your head up and down as you blew him to the best your capability. You felt him twitch in your mouth, and you went faster. But suddenly, his hand was in your hair. He pulled you off him, his dick slipping out of your mouth, smearing pre-cum on your lips.

You look up at him, confused.

“Ah ah ah. Nice try. It’s cute that you think you can make me cum early. I’m sorry to inform you, but the only place I’ll be cumming tonight is inside your tight pussy, baby.”

He pulled you up, settling you on his lap again, his cock in between your thighs. He removed his gloves before putting one of his hands on your boob, stroking your nipple as his other hand slid down to your lower half. He used his fingers to caress your folds, smiling when he felt your wetness.

“Gosh, you’re absolutely dripping.”

Hyunjin’s fingers pushed into your pussy at a very slow rate, causing you to throw your head back onto his shoulder. “H-hyunjinnnn...mmm...”

You moaned as he found your sweet spot, rubbing over it leisurely. “So warm, too. Is it because of the pyrokinesis?” You couldn’t reply, too preoccupied wiith how his fingers felt inside you. Just as you felt your high building, he removed his hand. You were about to complain when he lifted you up, adjusting your pussy so that your slit lined up with his leaking dick.

He pushed in, and your mind exploded with ecstasy. God this felt good. It was so fucking wrong, but it felt amazing. The guilt and pleasure mixed together in your clouded mind.

He thought so too clearly, if his moans were anything to go by. His fingers on your waist lifted you up again, only to slam you back down onto his cock. He continued doing this, spearing you on his length over and over again, forcing you to let out whiny, high pitched moans every time his cock brushed against your g-spot.

It felt so good. Suddenly, he lifted you off his dick completely, flipping you around so you were facing him, and leading his cock back into your tight cunt.

Your mouths found each other. You made out sloppily, a mess of saliva and blinding passion.

He stood up all of a sudden, still inside you. Walking over to the wall, he fucked you against it, and you wanted to cry with pleasure.

“I killed 50 people indirectly yesterday. But it was all worth it, since it got you here.”

“You’re an...an asshole, you know that?”

“Says the ‘hero’ who’s got the supervillain’s cock in her right now.You could turn me in anytime you wanted. You’re the only one who knows my identity, after all.”

“We’ve known each other since college, Hyunjin. You were helpful and kind...one of my closest friends. Where did it all go wrong? When did you become...this homicidal maniac?”

He very briefly slowed down his thrusts, and you felt something change in his eyes. A vulnerability, gone so fast that you almost thought you had imagined it.

“I...there are few things in life I can control. My entire life, I had nothing. I was just a part of the background. My family didn’t really like me. No friends, well, except for you. No...no purpose.”

He slammed into you with a particularly hard thrust, forcing a cry out of you. Looking into your eyes, he bit his lip.

“Call me insane, y/n. But this feels right. For once, I’m the one in control. And if it gets you in my arms as well, then that’s an added bonus.”

You frowned. Your brain was turning into mush with the streaks of pain and pure ecstasy running through you. You were finding it hard to focus on his words...but the little bit that you understood scared you.

He moaned, his grip on you becoming tighter as he went faster. “Fuck...I’m gonna cum. You gonna be my good little cumdumpster, slut?” It was clear that he was trying to shift the mood. Hyunjin was aware of how much you enjoyed degradation.

“Truly worthless aren’t you? Imagine what the press would think. The ‘mysterious heroic vigilante’ filled with the vile, cruel villain’s seed.”

His words triggered something in you...something which turned you on and made you want to cry at the same time. The stroke of honesty behind his words was too profound. However, you were blinded by the pleasure, and you came just as he did.

Your pussy milked his cock of everything its got, your head pressed against the wall, Hyunjin’s lips sliding over your neck as your orgasm hit you hard.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, sweaty bodies pressed against each other.

You were finding it hard to keep your eyes open. Hyunjin noticed, and sighed. He pulled out, carrying you back to his chair and placing you on it. He removed his jacket, draping it over your snoring form.

As he stared at you, his heart clenched with a million emotions, half of which he couldn’t decipher.

What was he doing?

What were you doing?

It was an unusual arrangement, and a very toxic one at that. He was aware of that much.

He watched as you slept. One thing was for sure...he would do anything to keep you by his side, be it good or bad. In the grand scheme of things, this was all that mattered.

You were all that mattered, and he would even change his ways for you...but for now, he let you sleep.