#please remain calm as i pour this shut the fuck up juice down your throat 🙃

[hopeless-astronaut]

Dannymay 2021 - Candlelight

"I'll get you back Danny. No matter what."

Danny got his ghost powers a little differently this time.

[definitelyseven]

deal | one (m)

summary: when your step-mom unexpectedly offers you a deal you can’t resist, you decide to give her a taste of her own medicine by seducing her potential suitor, Im Jaebum. 

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You slowly opened your eyes adjusting to the light that was coming in from your apartment window. You groaned, burying your face in the pillow next to you when the violent knock on the door became louder. 

It was 7am on a Saturday - you thought after a long week you’d finally be able to sleep in. You dragged your feet to the front door. Someone better be dying for them to wake you up this early. You swung the door open, annoyed. 

“Oh god,” you groaned seeing the person in front of you. As if your morning couldn’t get any worse; the one person that you wouldn’t care if they died, appeared on your front door.

“Well good morning to you to, Y/N,” she said stepping past you and walking inside your apartment.

“Please come in,” you said sarcastically, shutting the door behind you. 

“Goodness your apartment is small and filthy,” she commented while covering her nose.

“My apartment is perfectly fine. Thanks for asking,” you said walking towards your kitchen and pouring yourself a glass of water. “What do you want?” 

“Y/N, I am your step-mother and you better respect me.”

You gave her a subtle smile and in slow motion you gave her the finger. She cleared her throat, ignoring your rude behavior. 

“I’m here to offer you a proposition,” she sat down on a stool by your kitchen island. You carefully watched her, waiting for her to spit out whatever it is she was here for. “After your father died,”

“Don’t you dare talk about my father,” you warned. Your father died 3 years ago, leaving all his money to his young wife and daughter. There was no doubt that she was after his money all along - she was only 7 years older than you, 25 years younger than your father. Because you were underage at that time, she was put in charge of all your money. By the time you were able to claim your inheritance, all the money was spent. There was nothing left for you. 

“Fine, I have potential suitor and I need your help to show him that I’m capable of being a good wife, a good mother.”

“No,” you rejected. There was no way in hell you would help her swindle another man - no way.

“20 million dollars,” she said. 

“What?”

“20 million dollars - that’s what your father left you. If you help me, that’s how much you’ll get in return.”

“You said the money was all gone.”

“It is, but this potential suitor is richer than your father. $20 million is dropped changed to him,” she said with a big smile on her face as if it was the proudest thing she’s ever done.

“No way. I won’t help you swindle another man like you did with my father.”

“I loved your father.”

“You loved his money,” you spat, taking a step towards her.

“Think about it, but don’t think too long. He’ll complete his move into town in a couple of days,” she said leaving your apartment.

As much as you hated her, you needed the money. You were in debt - credit card bills, rent and worse; tuition. If this man was stupid enough to like her, maybe he deserved to be tricked - just like your father did. Besides, what more can he be losing besides money?

So here you were, standing in your new bedroom in her man’s new house. Part of the deal was moving in with her and pretending to be the perfect step-daughter that is so grateful for her step-mom. It made you want to vomit, thinking about how you had to pretend to like her in front of him. But $20 million, it should be worth it. 

You were busy unpacking your things in your room when you hear her annoying voice call for you downstairs. You rolled your eyes at the sound of her voice and walked downstairs to greet her. You told yourself to remain calm and keep composure around her new man - for $20 million you thought. 

“Y/N, sweetheart,” she said extending her arm towards you, pulling you close to her side. You felt your skin crawl at how fake she was. “This is Jaebum, my boyfriend.” The man turned around with a big smile on his face. 

You stood their frozen. Isn’t he...wasn’t he...

--

“Hi everyone, my name is Jaebum. Jackson is out sick today, so I’m here to sub this class. Please grab your mats and we will get started with a quick warm-up.”

“Wow, the new instructor is hot. How come I’ve never seen him before?” your friend, Minju whispered to you. 

“Maybe because you come once a month?” you teased, earning a slap on your arm. You took this gym class every Tuesdays and Thursdays and this was your first time seeing Jaebum.

During the workout, you couldn’t help but notice Jaebum paying more attention to you than to any other student; Minju noticed it too. Every time he instructed to switch exercises, he would always check on your form, holding you up when you started to lose balance. 

By the end of the workout, you were beyond exhausted. For some reason you worked extra hard today, maybe because he was paying so much attention to you. You laid on your mat, sweat dripping from the side of your face, your chest heaving up and down. The people around you were packing up and leaving but you stayed behind. 

“You did good today,” you hear someone say, making you sit up. 

“Thanks,” you said wiping the sweat off your forehead. “Do you have another class? I was going to finish up with some stretches.”

“No, it’s all yours. Do you need help?”

“W-what?”

“With stretching,” Jaebum said getting on his knees in front of you. You allowed him to help you as he laid you on your back. He pushed one of your legs towards your chest, slightly bent, stretching your glutes and the back of your thigh muscles. You groaned at how inflexible you were. Jaebum gently pushed your leg further towards your chest while leaning his body onto yours. His pelvic area now dangerously close to your core, making your lower body tingle. 

Minju was right, he was so hot. 

He got up off you slightly to switch to your other leg. Once in position, he leaned close to your body, his pelvic area now touching your core. You gasped at the contact. “Too much?” he asked. You shook your head which encouraged him to lean closer to you. “You’re tense,” Jaebum said while massaging your calves. You bit your lip, holding back a moan. 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was trying to seduce you.

“How does that feel?” he asked moving up towards your thigh. 

“Mmm...perfect,” you purred, opening your eyes and looking at him. He was so close to you. His hands inched closer and closer to your core, you gulped, holding your breath. 

“Relax...” he whispered softly. Listening to him, you exhaled and relaxed your body. With each exhaled, he pushed his lower body closer to yours. Feeling his length on you made you wet. 

Getting off of you once again, he pulled your other leg close to your chest. Now both your legs touching your chest, your ass exposed to him. He moves close to you again, pressing his pelvic area on your ass. 

He was definitely trying to seduce you and you didn’t mind. He was so hot. 

You decided to test your theory by rocking your body slightly back and forth, pressing your ass on his crotch each time. His cock was definitely growing hard. 

“Don’t do that,” he whispered, holding your body still. 

“Don’t do what?” you asked innocently, batting your eyes at him. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you close to him. You moaned feeling his length pressed on your core.

“Do that,” he breathed out. “That feel good?” 

You bit your lip, slowly nodding in defeat. Jaebum leaned down close to your face, inches away from your lips. You gulped, nervous. He connected his lips with yours, wrapping your legs around his waist. You instinctively rolled your hips towards his. 

This was inappropriate. You’ve never done anything like this before. The risk of having someone walk in on you and the instructor making out on the floor of the training room was exciting. It was different and it turned you on even more. 

Jaebum’s hand reaches for your core, slightly running his hand up and down folds. You cursed yourself for wearing light grey leggings, afraid that your juices would seep through your pants. He pulls his lips away from you and looks down at you. “I wonder how wet you are,” he said out of breath. You feel his thumb press against your clit, gently stroking it. 

“Why don’t you find out?” you teased as you lifted yourself slightly upwards with your elbows.

This was bold of you; very unlike your usual self. You could see his lip twitch as he lifted your lower body up and pulled down your leggings in one swift motion. 

“Is working out in a thong comfortable?” he asked leaning down to kiss your pelvic area. You laughed. 

“No, but it makes my ass look great.”

You hear him chuckle, moving your thong to one side. His lips quickly connects to your core. “So wet,” he mumbles into your core. His mouth works wonders on your core, sucking and nibbling every now and then. Jaebum runs his tongue up and down your folds. When he reaches your clit, he gives it a gentle suck, making you thrust forward. You spread your legs further apart, craving for more friction. He savored your core like nothing else, moving his tongue strategically over your core, making sure every inch was taken care of. You tangled your fingers into his thick hair, pushing his head closer to your core. 

Fuck, it felt so good. 

He pulls away from your core for air. His nose, lips and chin covered in your juices. You watched as he reaches in his pants and takes out his already hardened cock. You licked your lips before looking behind you to see if anyone was opening the door; not that you could tell. You got on your knees and guided Jaebum to sit back. You opened your mouth, tongue out, ass up, eyes locked on his before taking his cock in your mouth. He moans once your tongue touches him, his cock already twitching. 

“Imagine if someone walked in right now, your ass up, pussy exposed,” he said grabbing your hair in his hands. Your eyes still locked on his as you stuck your ass further up, giving it a little shake before moaning. You could feel your juices running down your thigh. You bobbed your head up and down his length, hands around the bottom of his length, milking him. 

You never really enjoyed blowjobs, but he was different. You wanted to suck him till he came in your mouth. With each suck, you felt him twitch against your tongue. You moaned sending a vibration on his cock. This only made him thrust further into your throat, making you choke on his cock. He guides your head further down his cock as he feels you choke with each thrust. His moans were music to your ears. 

He moves you away from his cock and connects his lips onto yours. Jaebum shoves his tongue in your mouth as he grabbed a hold of your neck. You crawled on top of him. Your pussy already drenched, you sat down on his cock, rubbing your juices all over him. You teased yourself, rubbing his cock against your folds, giving you the friction you craved. 

“Come on baby. You don’t want someone to walk in on us,” he commented, grabbing a hold of your hips to stop you from teasing yourself. You listened to him, guiding his cock into your pussy. You sat down slowly until he bottomed out. He was thick and big - you waited a bit to get yourself adjusted to his size before you started moving. 

You knew you didn’t have much time, so you started rolling your hips forward, grinding your hips onto him. Jaebum held onto your waist, thrusting upwards. You pressed your upper body against his, kissing him. You stuck your ass up as he slightly pulled out of you. You quick brought it back down, shoving his cock back into you, making you both moan loudly. 

From a distance, you could hear laughter growing closer and closer making your heart race; someone was about to come in. You didn’t care though, you wanted to be caught. 

“I want someone to walk in on us and watch us fuck,” you said against his lips. “I want them to see your cock in my pussy,” you said rolling your hips forward. “I want them to see your cum dripping out of my pussy.”

You don’t know what took over you because you’ve never had a thing for dirty sex talk. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he said holding onto your hips tighter. You felt the pit in your stomach begin to grow as your nails dug onto his chest. It felt too good to hold it in. Holding your breath, you tried to calm yourself down, but his vigorous thrusts drives you near your edge. You could tell he was close to with his sloppy thrusts. His hands reaches for your clit as he rubs you roughly. You screamed with pleasure overwhelming you. He pinches and rubs your clit, his thrusts never stop, as you came hard onto his cock. Your body twitching from being overstimulated. 

You felt your core clench on his cock, making him thrust into you harder until you felt his hot seed in you. The both of you let out a final moan, savoring the intense orgasm you both just had. 

--

“Y/N...” you hear your step-mother call, bringing you back to reality. 

“What?”

“I said this is my boyfriend Jaebum,” she said with a slight glare.

“Right,” you stuck your hand out for him to shake. “Hi.” 

He smiled back at you, “Hi Y/N. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

Was he pretending not to know you on purpose? Did he forget about you? 

It wasn’t like that happened years ago; it was only two months ago. You could never forget what happened in the gym room and you had hoped he didn’t forget either although you never saw him again.

“Appa!” you hear someone call from behind. You turned to see a little boy running towards Jaebum. He lifts the boy off his feet and into his arms. He was so cute.

“Y/N, this is my son, Mingukie,” Jaebum introduces with a big smile on his face. 

In that moment, you didn’t know what shocked you more - the fact that he had a son that your bitch of a step-mom didn’t tell you about, the fact that he forgot who you were after the best sex of your life or the fact that you slept with your future step-dad. 

[wolf-in-disguise26]

It's a warm night, almost uncomfortably warm the humidity sticking clothes to skin, the sun still slightly visible despite the lateness of the evening.

The droves of men and women walking the busy streets thicken with an almost herd like mentality. Yet I'm not looking to follow this herd, I'm not going to walk these streets with the same mindless direction no I have a much more delicious destination in mind. My phone buzzes, a gentle vibration tells me that it is you that has messaged me, I open the message "at the bar blue dress see you soon xo." I stop and stand in the street glancing up I notice a few signs for bars and nightclubs. Clever girl playing a game with me I think passively, I write a text "I'm visible to you then hmm? Can I have one small clue?" Waiting patiently for a reply I light a cigarette one of my favourites brands that has a distinct smell to it, breathing out the hot smoke from my lungs I wait for that familiar vibration. It comes not 3 minutes later, "it begins with an a and it is where we belong" hmm I ponder what a very interesting answer.

I glance up scouting the signs for an A it takes me until the end of my cigarette to find it a well lit bar, modern and chic Asylum is its name. Funny girl I laugh gently in my mind. Striding towards the door i confidently stroll into the club my posture calm yet my eyes are active. It takes me but half a second to spot you, a vision to behold skin pale and clear beautiful eyes and hair delicately cared for. The blue dress you have on is delightful yet with the weather it clings sensually to your skin leaving very little to the imagination. Your slightly vacant expression has a small smirk on it presumably happy with your self and your small game. You don't notice me and so I glide towards the bar and take my place two seat down behind you, time for a game of my own I think. Opening a new message I reply "Hmm begins with an A I'm sorry I can't seem to find it I guess we will have to rearrange?" As I click send I wait for the reaction.

Your hand flickers to your chest your phone produces from your ample bosom, as you open the message my eyes are fixed on your face as you read the frown becomes apparent, a mix of guilt and confusion. I see your fingers quickly punching out your reply before you can click send.

"Hello princess" I growl down the back of your neck allowing my hot breathe to heat the back of your neck as my arm snakes around your waist fixing you to your seat. With a yelp of surprise you turn your face to mine, "that wasn't very nice of you I thought you weren't coming" your face is a delight to behold the pouting lips and slight wetness of the eyes. I quickly realise that this vulnerable, innocent creature is mine and a strong feeling illicits from my stomach and my groin a hunger for this prey to be devoured.

"I'm sorry princess it was only a game" I calmly reply not showing my true reaction to your face, "tell me about your day" I gently prod your waist with one finger, patiently I wait as you tell me all about your tribulations and negative thoughts of your day. When you are finished you breathe heavily and then fix your eyes on mine with a look I know all to well, a look of surrender one of knowing.

"Time to leave I think little one" I whisper into your ear your eyes grow excited and your breathing quickens, as finish your drink and begin leading you to the door. I halt a taxi outside the club and slide you into the passenger seat, as I enter the other side and give the driver my address your hand begins to wander. I clasp your wrist in an iron grip my blue eyes going cold, "patience princess" I growl into your face you recede your hand and wait patiently as the journey pans out hands on your thighs staring out of the window.

As we arrive at my address I guide you firmly towards the door to the lobby entering we get into the elevator as I punch in my floor number your lips open hesitantly "I don't want to think about anything more tonight" you whisper almost begging. "Don't worry princess your mind will be blank, you will know only three things tonight pain, pleasure and a need to pleasure me." My reply is short and curt to the point however I notice your eyes brighten and a small smile playing on your lips.

As we reach our floor demand the doors glide open I hear the breathing becoming more vapid, even as we approach the door normally it sound like you have run a marathon the anticipation is dripping off you and I am drinking it all in. As soon as the door clicks shut I'm on you my hand clasps around your throat as I pin your soft body to the wall "no words unless they are yes sir or moans understand" I whisper menacingly your eyes register shock it's been a while since I've been this rough with you but your eyes don't show fear rather the opposite they show strength and arousal. Slowly you nod I clench harder "what was that?" I growl "yes sir you gasp out."

My grip relaxes only a little enough for you to breathe comfortably, my opposing hand grasps the thin material of the dress and with a grunt I tear and RIP the material off revealing your splendid naked form. You let out a whimper of dismay for the torn dress my hand clenches silencing it instantly. "I'll buy you a new dress princess now shh" I murmur in your ear. My hand makes it's way down to your soft, wet cunt one finger tantalisingly entering "my, my isnt this little pussy very wet" my eyes lock to yours "yes sir" comes the reply "good girl" I growl removing my hand from your cunt I pull down my trousers and underwear to reveal my throbbing erection guiding you to your knees I grab a fist full of your hair "your going to suck my cock deep into your throat and when I'm ready I'm going to fuck your tight little cunt and breed you like a prize winning animal do you understand?" I snarl into your face. "Yes sir" the only words I need to hear. I guide your mouth onto my cock and whither the handful of hair I pull you down onto it, the reaction is immediate gagging, tears beginning to form yet you don't fight back you accept the harshness slowly I begin to face fuck you building up momentum and savagery, until your eyes are streaming drool is pouring forth from your mouth and onto the hardwood floor I can hear your throat straining the gagging and the wrenching only serve to please my cock more. I stop pulling you to your feet by your hair, I drag you to the sofa your whimpers are delicious the cries you make of pain excite me I throw you over the arm "Stay there" I order as I go to my draw to collect rope and a plug. As I return I can hear your muffled begging for my cock, as I tie your legs to the legs of the sofa and stretch your arms and body so I can tie them to the opposite side when I am certain you are secure I begin traipsing my fingers along your back leading me to that delicious scent of your wet pussy beckoning me like a fine meal, as I knee behind your I feel you begin. to struggle, as my tongue begins its intricate dance across your cunt, attention paid to the inside and the clit slowly at first but surely I build the tension inside you I feel you coiling like a spring each lavish lick bringing you one step closer to release with a final flick of my tongue inside your deippi g cunt I feel you release the fluid pouring into my mouth as I drink it down.

As I finish swallowing deeply I see your body quivering from the orgasm to make sure you have no time for pause I place the head of my cock to your lips instantly I feel your body tense In anticipation. Slowly I push my self into the folds of your warmth, ever so slowly illiciting a deep gasp of relief and pleasure as I slowly begin to fill your cunt with my cock once I reach the hilt and my balls are touching your pussy lips I pull back and slam back in with force I hear the breath leave your body and I begging a steady rhythm the moans begin to pour forth from your mouth your body they speak to me asking me not to stop to keeping going "fill me with your cum sir please" you mewl like a kitten this arouses me bringing forth a darker side I increase my tempo, my ferocity stroking in and out of your pussy with such speed your cum begins to froth and your juices spray all over the sofa and floor. I build and build until I reach the crescendo I thrust deep into you growling deeply as my balls empty into your wet cunt.

Coming back from the edge I hear your sighs and deep breathes of happiness and relief. Slowly I untie you the ropes bites fresh on your skin delicious marks that will remain, I pull you into my arms as I lift you from the ground carrying you to the bedroom as I lay you on the bed you are already drifting into unconsciousness. I lay beside you wrap you in my arms and hold you tight ",good night princess" I whisper.

[shutupandshipit]

A Scene Meant to be Secret - Oneshot

Summary: Sero had the worst luck of the entire class and a bad habit of walking into situations that inevitably scarred him for life.

Or where Sero should really stop walking around at night and just sleep instead. Sero's POV of some soft Bakugou and Midoriya.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T (just for the wound description)

Notes: Here, have another outside POV of BakuDeku. Aizawa's POV was fun and so was this, so I might just keep writing them. Hope you guys enjoy!

Sero had the worst luck of the entire class and a bad habit of walking into situations that inevitably scarred him for life. He wished he could give the seemingly supernatural power away to someone like Mineta or Hagakure who might enjoy using it, but he was cursed to live with it, so he did.

Just last week, he'd walked in on Mina and Kirishima vigorously making out just as she was slipping her hand into his shorts. They were supposed to be studying, but that's what he got for not knocking.

Then, the week before that, he'd found Mineta rifling through a pile of dirty magazines and unsolicited pictures of girls from around the school in the middle of the night. He'd been at the table in the common room, salivating and utterly disgusting.

While Sero didn't know why he'd decided that was a good place to do that, he pushed that out of his mind. Instead of questioning, he burned the pile immediately on the back lawn while Mineta watched and shouted and squirmed. He had the hope that whatever demons or bad luck followed pictures taken without girls' knowledge would be dispelled with the burning of them. Unfortunately, now Mineta starred as his ever present sleep paralysis demon.

Then the week before that, he'd come across Aoyama and a pile of cheese. He hadn't stuck around long enough to find out what that was all about, but nightmares about the scene haunted him just to this day.

So, when he walked down to the common room closer to midnight than lights out, he wasn't really that surprised to hear a scuffle down below.

"Deku," he heard Bakugou growl roughly, and a quiet shushing.

"Ssh, stop being a baby. Do you want Mr. Aizawa to come out and catch us?"

He stalled on the stairs, straining his ears for what exactly was going on. If it wasn't anything crazy, then he could get some juice and just go back to bed. Maybe he could break up whatever fight was brewing before it even started. If it was something weird or crazy... Well, he wasn't equipped to handle that on his own and would just go back to his room without getting anything.

Silently stepping off the last stair, he peaked around the corner. The soft warm light from one of the overhead stove lights illuminated Bakugou and Midoriya sitting by the stove where a steaming bowl and a pot on a burner sat. Steam rose thick from the pot, but neither moved to get it.

Midoriya dipped a rag into the bowl at his elbow. "You need to be more careful, Kacchan. What if you had moved a second slower? You could have lost your eye because of that guy. Why do you have to fight everyone?" he reprimanded, wiping at the blood streaking down from a cut running straight from the corner of Bakugou's tightly closed eye back along the side of his head.

His hands were shaking.

Bakugou laughed hoarsely. "That's rich coming from you, Deku. You're just as bad as I am, you just don't start the fights. I saw you hit that guy. How's your knuckles?"

Silence fell in the room, and Sero fought the urge to swallow. If he did, they'd surely hear him. He'd never seen these two be soft with each other, and why would he have? They'd been at each other's throats since the first day of class.

Midoriya continued bandaging Bakugou's face without comment, still glaring at the other teen. When he was done, he tossed the rag back into the bowl and got up to pour water from the pot into two waiting cups.

"Deku-"

"I'm fine!" Midoriya snapped.

Sero had never heard Midoriya talk to Bakugou like that. His breath caught in his chest, and he held it there. Midoriya turned back as Bakgou caught his fingers. Just that one touch had Sero's mind reeling. What was he witnessing?

"You're shit at lying. Give me your hand."

With a sigh, Midoriya turned and let himself be pulled close until he was standing between Bakugou's knees while he examined his hand between their bodies. The top of Bakugou's head looked like it was touching Midoriya's chest from where Sero stood.

Midoriya flinched above him, and Katsuki murmured, "You're going to have to get this checked out by Recovery Girl in the morning. I think something is broken."

It was so quiet in the dorms, Sero could hear the water boiling in the pot, the sound of every breath they took and how they'd synced up.

"I'll be fine," Midoriya mumbled, and Sero flinched away from the scene as he felt more than heard Bakugou's anger rise.

He took a moment to catch his breath as Bakugou started shouting.

"Stop playing the fucking martyr! You want your hand to get more fucked up than it already is? You want to not be able to move it at all? Is that what you want, Deku? Because it's not-"

Sero peaked out again as Bakugou suddenly went quiet, just panting out his frustration.

Midoriya had his hand over Bakugou's eyes, staring softly down at him. "Breath, Kacchan, you're starting to panic again. Calm down, please. You're going to reopen your wounds."

"I can't calm down when you're always getting hurt," Bakugou growled, curling his fists in Midoriya's t-shirt at his waist, "And then refusing to go to Recovery Girl when there's clearly something wrong. There's nothing wrong with asking for help."

"Says the guy who is way to stubborn to ask for help himself," Midoriya teased, leaning closer though his hand remained over Bakugou's eyes, "So stubborn."

"Same to you."

"I learned how to from you." When he dipped his head down, catching Bakugou's parted lips, Sero couldn't hold in his gasp of surprise.

A hand slapped over his mouth to silence him though, and the other two seemed too preoccupied as Bakugou wrapped his arms around Midoriya's waist to hear him.

The hand dragged Sero away and back up the stairs, holding him hard against a soft chest. When they were finally on the second floor landing, Sero wriggled free of the hold and turned to find open air. "Hagakure?" he whispered after a moment of confusion.

She shushed him loudly, a hand slapping back over his mouth. "Shut up or they'll hear you!"

"What the hell is going on anyway?" Sero whispered back quickly, eyes searching for something to latch onto, but there was nothing. It was disconcerting that he knew Hagakure had to be naked and that she found it a good idea to walk around naked. Really, the whole situation, Midoriya, Bakugou and Hagakure made him uncomfortable. All he'd wanted was some juice.

"Nobody knows about them. This happens a lot though."

"What? Them making out in the kitchen?"

Hagakure's laugh was quiet, just a breath, and he could imagine her smothering it with a fist. "No.  Them coming back after curfew and sitting in the kitchen to talk. It happens all the time. I assume the kissing happens while they're out."

"How has Mr. Aizawa caught them yet?"

Hagakure hummed. "I think he has, but whatever they're doing must be important. Or they only get caught in the kitchen, so he can't do anything about it. They come back all banged up a lot of the time too."

"That's so weird," Sero whined.

Again, she hummed. "Maybe. I think it's sweet."

Sero groaned, but didn't resist as she pulled him quietly back down the stairs. When he peaked around the corner, the pair was just breaking apart from their embrace.

Midoriya reached for the cups, handing one to Bakugou before sitting back down to hook his foot around Bakugou's calf. He smiled. "Are you ready for the test?"

"Okay, I'm going to go make some noise," Hagakure whispered in his ear before her presence was gone.

Sero swung back around, pressing his back to the wall as she trampled down the stairs.

"Shit," Bakugou whispered, and the scramble of scooting stools was loud in the quiet.

Hagakure moved passed Sero with a brush of air, and she gasped theatrically. "Oh! Midoriya, Bakugou, hi! Couldn't sleep either? What are you drinking?"

"Oh, evening, Hagakure. It's just, uh, some peppermint tea," Midoriya mumbled.

Taking a breath, Sero followed Hagakure out, rubbing at the back of his head as Hagakure prattled on near the others. He retrieved what he wanted from the fridge and hurried away, but not fast enough apparently.

"Hey, Elbows!" Bakugou called before he could make it to the stairs and he stalled, turning back to smile widely at him.

Sero really hoped he didn't look suspicious. "Yeah, Bakubro, what's up?"

"Make sure to sleep. I've not going to go easy on you in training today just because you're fucking tired. You got that?"

"Sure, sure," Sero said, waving him off as he mounted the stairs. Well, at least he could count on Bakugou's attitude to never change towards him, but man, he really did wish he could just forget about what he'd seen.

[heroloverangel]

View From The Top

Being in his slim form does offer Fatgum some advantages.

You need more butter.

The first time you’d come face-to-face with Fatgum’s slim form, you’d burst into tears out of sheer worry for the man. It had taken him almost an hour to convince you that he was fine, really! It was nothing that couldn’t be fixed with some extra TLC (and KFC); he’d be back to normal in no time! Of course you still had questions. How could you help? Could he still do hero work and other intense activity while he was recovering? What about sex?

And now, years later, you’ve become an unfortunate pro at fattening him back up after an rough mission. Your engagement ring is stored safely in the pocket of your apron as you rush around the large kitchen, shoving yet another cake into one of the three ovens before tapping on your phone to confirm your fourth order to the grocery store in as many hours. You’re going to spend the next week cooking like a mad woman, shoveling as much food as you possibly can into your fiance's eager mouth.

You’re pulling the current round of baked goods out of their ovens and debating on whether to just add bacon to everything you’re about to cook next when the door opens and the man in question ducks inside. Immediately you’re at his side, fussing over his ruined hoodie and the scrapes decorating his torso.

“Honey, I’m okay! Ya know it takes a lot more than that to bring me down!” He grins at you and strolls into the kitchen like someone who hasn’t just lost half of his body weight. “Man, it smells great in here. You did all this work for me?”

“Always. How are you feeling?” You slip your ring back on and untie your apron, waiting for him to finish devouring a banana cream pie in only four bites. Taishiro flashes you a thumbs up, then freezes when he gets a good look at the tight, low-cut sweater you’re wearing. You may have had an ulterior motive behind your wardrobe choices.

Fatgum swallows the food and licks his lips. “Sweetheart…” he trails off, shrugging off the remnants of his destroyed shirt. Before you can respond he’s in front of you and you’re hoisted up over his shoulder. It takes all your effort to hide your laughter, thankful once again for the high ceilings in your home and he carries you back to the bedroom like a sack of flour. He deposits you on the mattress with surprising care and kisses you until your lungs begin to hurt for air.

There are some things that never change about Fatgum, regardless of his weight. He’s still so warmly confident towards anything he faces. He’s still ridiculously tall and strong. He’s still hungry; his appetite is just a little more specific at the moment. You love him no matter how he looks, but there are certain things that are safer for you in his muscular form, and he never misses the opportunity to take advantage of these times. It’s wonderfully vanilla, but Fatgum loves nothing more than plain old missionary when he gets the chance to be on top.

He’s wasting no time today, easily stripping off your clothes in record time and caging your naked body underneath him to cover your face in kisses. He gropes at your chest, easily fitting your breast in one hand and squeezing your soft skin to feel your nipple harden against his palm. You always feel so small with him, completely enveloped by his sheer size and all the enthusiasm he brings with it. You should feel overwhelmed by it, helpless even; but instead you bask in the knowledge that all of it, all of him, is devoted to loving you.

“I’ve been waitin’ for this all day, sugar,” Taishiro murmurs against your ear and you shiver at the touch of his breath. “You got any idea how hard it is to win a fight like this when all I can think about is gettin’ back here?” His lips press against your throat, sucking a red mark into your neck and earning a needy little whine from you. He moves down your body; even in his haste to fuck you, he still takes proper time to suck and tease at your breasts.

“Taiiii,” you groan impatiently, squirming under him and he laughs into your chest. With your nipples rock hard and almost painfully sensitive, he finally continues his trail downwards. His breath is so warm on your stomach as he leaves kisses in his wake and his large hands slip around your thighs to urge them open. You don’t need the encouragement; you’re already very familiar with what that mouth can do.

You find yourself eagerly yanked lower on the bed, Fatgum pulling your legs over his wide shoulders for the best view. “That’s my sweet girl,” he groans, fingers spreading your folds apart to enjoy how wet you’ve gotten with so little work. His tongue is on you without another word, licking a messy stripe up your pussy to lap at your clit and your mind goes blissfully blank. “You taste even better than your cooking, cupcake.” You groan at the compliment, trailing off into a shuddering gasp as he begins to eat you out with enthusiasm. Your ears fill with the very wet sounds of him running his tongue over you, wriggling inside your cunt while his fingers rub teasingly at your clit. He’s got you crying out his name within minutes, gushing your juices into his waiting mouth as you grip the sheets for dear life.

“I really got me the best girl in the world, don’t I?” His words are interrupted with a noisy slurp before he leans back to catch his breath. You run a hand through his blond hair, pant out some half-thought words that you’re just as lucky and are immediately distracted again by that wonderful mouth. You forget how to breathe as he presses closer, trying to push his tongue even deeper into your pussy. Your thighs squeeze uselessly around his head, doing nothing to muffle the noises of pure delight coming from him. It’s impossible to see with your eyes rolled back, but you can practically feel him grinning against your skin.

Your knuckles are turning white and you wonder for a moment if your nails are tearing holes into your nice sheets, but you can’t focus on such an unnecessary thought for long. “Fuck, Tai. You feel so good,” you whimper, barely audible over the wet noises coming from below. “You always get me so worked up, baby.” A shudder runs down your spin and you feel you’re about to come again. He can tell, from the way you squirm and gasp and clench around him, but he doesn’t back off. Taishiro doubles his efforts to please you, tongue fucking you without rest for what feels like an eternity. You don’t know how many orgasms he forces out of your body; you can hardly remember your own name by the time he releases you to admire his efforts.

“I, uh, maybe overdid it, huh?” Fatgum offers a sheepish laugh at the sight of you. You’re shaking, sweat pouring off of you as you struggle to catch your breath; your clit is throbbing almost painfully from his touches and your cunt feels so drenched you’d be surprised if you weren’t staining the sheets. “You okay down there, sweetie?”

“Peachy,” you gasp out half-jokingly. “Just gimme a minute here. Fuck…”

Your fiance stretches, so tall he still has to remain slightly curled up to keep your faces level as he settles above you. He waits for you to calm down, leaving kisses all over your neck and lips and you’re extremely aware how soaked his face is from you. The two of you have done this far too many times for it to embarrass you, but you still feel heat rising to your cheeks when you’re reminded how good he makes you feel and how much he loves doing it.

Eventually you manage to get your body under control and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. “Com on big guy, let’s take care of you.” Taishiro nods happily, reaching between your bodies to position himself. Even in his skinnier form his dick is huge; only losing a bit of girth from his normal size, he’s definitely big enough to hurt you if he didn’t spend so much time preparing you to take him. He moves slow, giving your much smaller body time to adjust to the thick head of his cock spreading you open inch by inch.

“I got ya, honeybun,” he coos in your ear, brushing your increasingly messy hair out of your eyes. “Nice an’ easy, you’re doin’ so good.” He slips halfway into you and finally starts thrusting, keeping his eyes on yours to see how you feel. You pull him down for a kiss, hiding your moan as he slides deeper with his movements and offering him a sweet little smile of encouragement. “Y’know it’s nice when I get to be on top, lets me do all the work and take care of ya, and all you gotta do is lie there for me,” he huffs, working himself further into your willing cunt until, after several careful minutes of work, he manages to bottom out.

You’re in total bliss, you’ll never get tired of the sensation of being completely stretched and filled like this as long as you live. He pulls out and back in a few times for confirmation before his pace increases. “That’s it, baby. You’re so good to me,” you pant, taking advantage of the rare opportunity to wrap your legs around him and pull him closer. He keeps his hands on the bed to brace himself above you, if only to avoid crushing you with his huge size, but his mouth more than makes up for the lack of contact. You’re being kissed nonstop, only separating to breathe or offer half-formed compliments about how good all of it feels. One noticeably deep thrust forces the air out of your lungs and leaves you gasping for more. “Right there, love. Really- ah! I wanna feel it nice and hard…”

“You sure about that?” He grunts, reaching your hip and pulling you up just a bit to hit a spot he knows drives you crazy. Your eyes snap shut in response, chest heaving with effort.

“I don’t want to walk tomorrow,” you confirm, only half serious but it’s all the approval he needs to slam forward like a battering ram and you see stars. “T-Taishiro, just like that, love you so much...” the words spill mindlessly out of your mouth as you’re completely lost in his attention.

He’s right there with you, desperately close after hours of waiting to feel you wrapped around his dick like this. “Ah honey, me too.” One massive hand comes up to cup your cheek, your eyes meeting his with a look of complete happiness. “Hell, I’m gonna…” he trails off, choking out a rough moan of your name and you can feel the sudden, warm flood of him coming hard inside you, overflowing out of your stuffed pussy and running down your spread thighs. He keeps up a determined effort to maintain his rhythm for you, releasing your face to drag his fingers down your body. He only needs to stroke your sensitive clit for a few seconds before you join him, clamping down hard on his cock and holding on to his strong arms like your life depends on it.

Fatgum lets you wear yourself out, waiting for your shivering to subside before he pulls out of you. The sheets are an absolute mess, rumpled and stained from both of your release, but he’ll deal with that later. With a heavy thud he flops down on the mattress beside you, sharing a laugh while you recover. “Man, I gotta get my ass kicked more often,” he jokes. “That view from the top is incredible!”

“Noooo,” you protest weakly, slapping a sweaty hand against his chest. You lay there in comfortable silence for a minute, wearing matching grins and enjoying the peace until his stomach starts growling.

“You want anything while I’m up?” He’s already moving, hopping out of bed to wrap a robe around himself.

You shake your head, bones feeling like lead. “Gonna need some time here, you go ahead.” He shoots you a thumbs up and disappears into the kitchen, returning minutes later with half of a cake and a bottle of water for you. You accept it gratefully, sitting up and looking at the disaster that is your bed. “Guess I should get some laundry started.”

Taishiro smirks at you. “It can wait,” he wipes his mouth, setting his food safely out of the way on the dresser. “ ‘Cause as soon as you’re ready, we’re gonna make good on that promise about you not walkin’ tomorrow.”

You’re going to have a very busy, exhausting week until he gets himself back to normal.

[dovakhiindrabbles]

“Please don’t tell them I’m here.” 

Ma’vani’s first impressions aren’t always his best -- this was probably the worst time and place for him to meet his future wife 

Story Underneath! 

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Indeela worked away restlessly at her latest sketch work of armor, each intricate line and twirl a little more different than the last. Frustration began to spill from her fingertips, the design never quite connecting in the exact way she wanted.  

She’d reached one of those points where the world beyond the paper becomes that much more enticing – every little sound of tapping feet or muffled ramblings of voices urged her that much more to give up this chore and hurry out.  

Yet soon enough, she found the option wasn’t even hers.  

The door slammed open to reveal a scrambling Khajit, fur puffed out and pupils thinner than a shard of glass. His white fur melded into pools of deep, warm brown that held amber eyes – nothing short of terrified.  

Indeela shot up, her expression muddling with confusion. “C-Can I help you? If my sister sent you here for a custom design you’ll have to-”  

“Shut up, shut up!” He scrambled after her and whatever sounds he made afterwards became muddled together. He clasped her shoulders, the ends of his claws snagging into her clothes – she could’ve done without it.  

“Y-You – you've got to hide me! Please! They can’t catch me!”  

“Who-”  

The crumbs and dainty little things began to rattle as pounding, heavy boots trampled along the cobblestone – enraged shouts spiteful with venom tore through the curtains and glass with such fervor one would fear they’d shatter.  

“Capture the rogue cat! He has betrayed the Empire and is dangerous! Remain on alert for any suspicious Khajit!”  

Indeela glanced back at the stranger as the voices of the high elves continued to demand for imprisonment. Their accusations and punishments growing worse and worse by the second. What few puzzle pieces she’d had begun to connect in an instant.  

“Just -- What... the fuck... did you do?”  

He kept glancing nervously between her and the windows, his breath quick, shallow, and unsteady. He laughed, attempting to smooth down his fur that was practically bursting from his collar.

“C-Can this wait for another day?”  

“If you didn’t want to get asked any questions you shouldn’t have stormed in my study! Now answer me or-”  

The criminal on-the-run snapped a horrified curse and grappled at her arms before stumbling backwards, sending the two collapsing behind the desk full of craggy old boxes and dust bunnies Indeela never quite cared enough to clean – if she were being honest.  

However, out of all things – that was far from what bothered her. What did happen to bother her was the fact that was currently on top of a stranger – a stranger who happened to be a fugitive.  

The aforementioned fugitive stared with eyes as wide as saucers, the skin beneath his fur becoming a bright red akin to a strawberry. He opened his mouth to speak but could barely figure a single coherent sentence to make up for the strife he’d caused Indeela. Instead, he sputtered the first thing that came to mind.  

“I wouldn’t kill someone.” He managed through exasperated breaths. “I’m in this mess because I refused to kill someone.”  

Indeela soaked in his words, her shoulders rising and falling and a death grip on her desk to keep her from collapsing entirely upon the Khajit. She could scramble to the door right then and call to the guards – surely, they’d laud her a hero and ideal citizen. It’d be easy, so, so much easier than anything else.  

But Indeela was never one to take the easy way out. And a part of her couldn’t convince herself that it was the right thing to do.  

“A good someone?” She asked, folding her lips nervously.

He paused, and wrinkled his snout, if only for a moment. “I hope so.”  

That was good enough for her. She nodded. “That’ll do.” She pressed a finger to her lips, and he understood. Indeela then rose to her feet, stepping forward to the window and peering forward. The Thalmor’s thin figures remained a way ahead of the shop, but their voices had become only a faint call. It would be risky, but just maybe she could sneak him in.  

She rushed back to the stranger and reached out to his arms, helping him to his feet. His ears twitched at the slightest sounds and he held onto her a tad bit too tight, his nerves getting the best of him.  

“What’re we doing?” He asked, swallowing hard.  

“Instead of you just breaking into my shop – I'm sneaking you into my house,” Indeela paused. “Which is fine because it’s my house... mostly.”  

His brows furrowed. “Mostly?”  

“I have a big family.”  

“How can you sneak me in if you have a huge fucking family?” The Khajit’s fur puffed outwards, and his tail even fluffed up twice in size.  

Indeela huffed, tapping her index finger against her lips once again. “I can’t if you don’t keep your mouth shut!”  

He puffed his cheeks out, wanting to protest but with nowhere else to go, he couldn’t exactly argue. He relented and allowed Indeela to guide him to the back door that’d lead into the storage room. From there... well Indeela hadn’t planned that far.  

As she turned the knob leading into the back of her home, the Khajit stopped her. His tail swung easily from side to side and he fidgeted meekly. “Wait.”  

“What is it?” Immediately she glanced back at the window, assuming one of the Thalmor were surely gawking at them. Except when she looked, she saw nothing.  

“No, no it’s just-” He cleared his throat. “My name – it's Ma’vani -- I’m Ma’vani. And thank you.”  

Ma’vani. The name repeated itself in Indeela’s head. It was a gentle name, softly spoken and yet full of life all the same. She liked it.  

“I’m Indeela,” She responded quietly, offering him a smile. “And you’re welcome.” 

She brought him inside, and no matter how confident Indeela was that’d they’d be safe and secluded, all hopes were shattered at the sight of Aisha standing just at the open door. Two glasses were clasped in her hands, and they nearly slipped from her grasp at the sight of the pair.  

“Aisha!” Indeela’s heart nearly burst from her chest. A sudden onslaught of embarrassment searing through her. “What’re you doing?”  

“I live here...?” Aisha raised the glasses. “I also brought you juniper juice!” She turned her attention to Ma’vani and laughed. “Sorry to miss you! We weren’t expecting guests! You must be the felon those Thalmor are looking for? They’re being ridiculously loud about it.”  

Ma’vani froze. “Please don’t call them on me.”  

“I wouldn’t breathe if the Thalmor asked, so don’t worry! You came to the right place.” Aisha eased back, allowing room for the two to come in. “I wouldn’t let Dad see him though; he’s already got enough grey hairs, don’t you think?”  

Indeela cursed beneath her breath. “Do you think Dad will notice if we sneak him up to the attic?”

A grin tugged at the ends of Aisha’s lips, snorting. “I’ll go get Mom.”  

Indeela tried to grapple after her sister but Aisha managed to dodge her sister’s desperate hands just so. “That is so clearly not what I asked!”  

“Nothing happens in mom’s house without mom knowing~.”

Indeela hated how right Aisha could be. Truthfully, halfway through whatever patchwork plan they’d come up with, Ehsan would probably find out. Most likely seeking them out to tell a ridiculous joke she’d just learned. That’d be Indeela’s luck.  

“Is your mom going to be uh – okay with me?” Ma’vani wondered aloud. “Or do I need to run?”

“Mom wouldn’t hurt a fly if it personally insulted her – just don’t talk bad about Dad.”  

“I don’t even know him.”  

“Then I think you’ll be safe.”  

Ma’vani huffed something like a chuckle.  

Aisha already returned with her hands ribboned with their mother’s. Ehsan’s tawny gaze widening like dinner plates at the sight of Ma’vani. She was a tall, slender woman, and age graced her features in the form of crow’s feet and the faintest wrinkles. Her youthful beauty never quite faded.  

Ehsan slipped away from her daughter to instead approach Ma’vani, noting his stray, ragged fur with sorrow. “You poor thing. You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?”  

Ma’vani froze at the kindness. His ears perked up and a weight fell from his shoulders. He nodded weakly, and a pang of pity struck at Indeela.  

Ehsan smiled weakly. “Well take a deep breath. You’re safe now.”  

Ehsan turned back around and peeked the door to the parlor just a crack so that the few lanterns lit poured in with their light. Ehsan called out. “Makna~? Darling, could you come here?”  

“Why does Makna need to know?” Indeela groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.  

“This is a family affair Indeela!” Ehsan exclaimed. “Except your father, because I think he’d have a heart attack.”  

Ma’vani frowned. “Is your father a... tense man?”  

Ehsan tipped her head from side to side in consideration, a fondness to her voice as she referred to her husband. “Hanee is sensitive. It hasn’t been easy raising four kids after all!”  

“There’s a fourth?”  

Indeela swatted her hand in the air indifferently. “He lives in the mountains; don’t worry we won’t be that cramped in here.”  

“Why does he-” Ma’vani stopped himself while he was ahead. “Never mind.”  

Makna soon appeared at the door, towering over her mother and even a few inches above Ma’vani. Her eyes were only slightly warmer than Ehsan’s, and her expression was cool, stilled, even when spotting Ma’vani. In spite of everything else cluttering and clamoring at Ma’vani, Makna was oddly calming.  

“So, this is what we’re doing today.” She muttered. “And I suppose I’ll be the one distracting Dad?”  

Ehsan squeezed Makna’s arm tenderly, beaming. “Thank you darling.”  

Makna failed to hide her tiny grin, sighing with a mock amount of exasperation. “Of course, Mom.” She pointed at her sisters. “You two try not to get our guest killed?”  

Aisha scoffed, sticking out her tongue. “There’s only a small chance!”  

“If anything had happens, Aisha did it.”  

Makna laughed at that. She disappeared a few moments later, and only when Ehsan, pressed against the parlor’s door, heard the chattering voices of her husband and daughter, did she lead the rest forward.  

The home itself was wide and spacious, large enough even for a family like theirs's to breathe in peace. A warmth spread through the house like sunlight on a bare meadow – there was love here; a great deal of it.  

Ehsan was leading the group up the stairs where the faintest step creaked, slow and lingering. One could only imagine the countless feet that ‘pitter pattered’ each step – perhaps at some point a mother cradling her child and another being that very same child racing down the stairs.  

“You have a very nice home.” Ma’vani whispered, taking care to watch his heavy metal. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he scuffed the weathered wood.  

“Thank you. We try to keep it nice for guests.” Indeela hummed. “I guess that includes impromptu ones now too.”  

“I really appreciate this – I hope you know.”

Indeela raised her brows, musing. “I suspected as much. But it’s not problem, I hope you know.”  

Ma’vani fiddled anxiously with his fingers. “Does your family do this often? Will I have roommates?”  

“No, you have the honor of being the first. I hope you like dust and cobwebs.”  

Ma’vani let out a deep laugh. “Oh! My favorite!”  

It was then Indeela thought he had a nice laugh. It was a thought she quickly shoved into the deepest depths of her brain, but it had existed, nonetheless.  

They approached the attic’s door where a string dangled in the air. Aisha snagged this string and swung it back so that the ladder could topple out onto the wooden floor with a ‘thump’.  

“Well, I hope you like your new room!” Aisha chimed. “It uh... it can use some work.”  

Ma’vani chuckled softly. It’s not as if he was going to be picky. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”  

He climbed up the ladder and understood just what the others meant. Dust and age clung to the attic’s corners, and plenty of ornate heirlooms – or simply old forgotten knick knacks. However, by the end of the wall there was a bed with a thick, heavy quilt and lantern set comfortably against a desk. Books were stacked atop one another on that desk, and Ma’vani could tell it hadn’t been touched in a long time. It was left just the way it was when the last person left.  

Indeela was the one to follow him up, her fingers trailing along the room wistfully. “This was my brother’s room before he left. We can fix it up for you if you want, but Adnan had all sorts of interests, so there’s a little bit of everything.”  

“What do you think I’m interested in?”  

“How to get in dangerous situations?”  

Ma’vani contemplated. “Unfortunately, you’re not too far off.”  

Indeela smirked. “Maybe try to avoid that while you’re here?”

“I’ll do my best.”  

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Hanee finds out approximately five minutes later 

I’ve had this sitting on my computer for awhile now but I hadn’t finished the prompt until now! I really wanted to expand upon their first meeting

Ma’vani

Indeela & Family

[rogerlad]

Ben Hardy x Fem Reader: Until Sun Rise

A/N: Alright heres me not being able to sleep and giving you all something no one asked for, but probably needed. Also wow look at me finally writing for you all again. Back on track this new year. Enjoy!

Warning: Smut, 18+ - I didn’t proof read so bad grammar?

Word Count: 1.6K

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You poured yourself another glass of Whiskey, as you sat alone at the island counter. It burned all the way down your throat, but it calmed you immediately. You glanced over at the stove clock. Christ. It was nearly three in the morning. You let out a long sigh, as you checked your phone, yet again, to see if Ben had answered your many calls and texts. Nothing.

“Of course not.” You muttered, swirling the amber liquid in the small glass, before downing the last of it. Ben never forgot about date night, seeing as how it was such a rare occasion for the two of you now a days. You had gone all out, curled hair, fresh face of makeup, and a tight number, you were sure Ben would be trying to pull off before you had even left the house. But none of that happened, because Ben never came home that night. He never answered your calls, and you finally stood to retreat to bed when the front door barrelled open.

“Oops.” His thick accent cut through the air. You rolled your eyes, leaning against the granite counter top, waiting for Ben to make his way to the kitchen, hopefully with a damned good apology. You waited patiently as be bumbled through the home, before stopping at the sight of you.

“Wow.” He grinned, striding towards you- well okay, more like attempting to stride in his drunken stupor. 

“No.” You said harshly, raising a hand to his face. He furrowed his brow at you, moving in closer. His large hands found their way to your waste.

“Ben. ‘M serious.” You pressed, trying to wiggle from his grip. 

“You look gorgeous.” He hummed, trying to kiss you, but you turned away to face the bottle of whiskey that had kept you company through the evening.

“And do you remember why I happen to look so ‘gorgeous’ tonight?” You mocked his words, raising your brow at him. He loosened his grip on you, but his hands still remained on your hips.

“Oh-Fuck. Oh God Y/N! I’m so sorry!” He ran a hand through his blonde locks, giving you a soft and sad look. You however, were not budging.

“Ben, I don’t ask a lot from you do I?” You tut. He shook his head, while using his raised hand to cup your face. You shivered at the touch, but allowed it. 

“Then why, of all nights, have you chosen our night to get drunk with your mates?” You sighed now, the annoyance in your voice, being replaced with sadness. 

“I didn’t mean to, love. Honest, I just- I forgot.” He thumbed the skin on your cheek. You shut your eyes briefly, pondering whether to argue on the matter, or to simply just go to bed.

“And you just forgot to answer my calls?” You said sadly, keeping your eyes closed. He sighed.

“My phone died. I swear it. I can make it up to you, yeah?” He whispered, gently nudging your legs apart with his foot, before standing between them. The movement caused your eyes to flutter open. His green orbs starred into you, a burning gaze. 

“Oh?” You whispered, planting your hands on his chest, gently running your fingers over the soft material of his jumper. 

“If you’ll let me.” He cooed, placing kisses along your jaw line. 

“Mhm.” You moaned from your throat, causing him to chuckle against your neck. The sensation of that alone was enough to stir an ache in your core.

“Y/N, use your words. I want to hear you beg.” He gently tugged your locks, to usher a response.

“Yes, Ben. I want-I need you.” You rushed. He smirked down at you, before hoisting you onto the counter top. You spread your legs apart, wider for him to gain access, before pulling him down to kiss you. His kisses were sloppy, and wet, but you hadn’t minded, knowing you were both far too concerned with what was next to come, to be wasting any time building tension that way. He pulled away from you, and admired you in your ensemble one last time.

“Fuck, I owe you the bloody world tonight.” He growled, before hiking the hem of the dress up your thigh. You scooted forward to aid him, as he pulled the dress over you, before tossing it to the floor. You sat before him in nothing but panties and black heels. You leaned back on your elbows in amusement as he grew hard before you, muttering to himself, as he tore his own sweater off. He leaned over you, peppering kisses across your stomach, then your sternum, before engulfing your breasts. One with his mouth, the other with his hand. He swirled your nipple around with his tongue, causing you to dip back and moan. He nipped the area with his teeth, before kissing the sore. You hissed at the pain, but found yourself twisting his hair between your fingers, egging him on.

“Ben...please.” You bucked your hips to meet his own. He chuckled against you, starring up at you with a cheeky grin. 

“Yes angel, be patient.” He whispered, as he worked your breasts again, driving you mad. You moaned at each pinch he gave, and the way he pulled the skin between his teeth, before sucking lightly. Finally, he worked his way down to your panties. Leaving a trail of love bites and saliva along the way. He hooked an index under the fabric and slid them down your thighs, dropping the material onto the floor. Ben smirked at you, before lifting your legs over his broad shoulders, causing a gasp to escape your lips. Without giving you a moment, his tongue was already lapping at your folds. You moaned, and dug your nails into his forearms, that held your waist firmly down. 

“Taste so good baby.” He moaned into you, before sucking your clit lightly. Your hips bucked forward at the motion, but Ben held you down, and you didn’t have to see him to know he was smiling, more than pleased with himself. As he teased your clit, you felt his fingers swirl at your entrance, coating them in your juices. He moved his lips from your bud, before kissing your thigh gently, and thrusting his index into you, curling it against your walls. 

“Ben!” You moaned, gripping the hair on his head tightly, and he pumped in and out of you, flicking your clit with his tongue. You could feel yourself on the edge, as he slipped another finger into your slick heat, causing your to curse under your breath. 

“Close, angel?” He asked, speeding up his pace. You bit your lip and nodded, as your legs began to shake around his shoulders. He sucked a hickey into your thigh, as his fingers worked away, sending you to your release. You came down with a loud, throaty moan, and he eased his digits out of you. His tongue traced around your core, tasting you, savouring you. You sighed in content, as you allowed your legs to drop at his sides. You sat up, and he pulled you into his bare chest, you kissed his neck lightly. 

“Thank you.” You whispered lazily into the crook. He let out a throaty laugh.

“Why are you thanking me?” He brushed back your hair, and smiled down at you.

“Because even though, I am still royally peeved at you, you still managed to make this our night.” You traced the stubble on his jaw line, then you brushed your thumb over his lips. He kissed it softly. 

“Well,” He stated, peering over your shoulder. “I say, we keep our night going until sun rise, yeah?” You giggled, before wrapping your legs around his and nudging him towards you.

“Yeah.” You whispered, as your hands worked their way to his belt.

“Remind me to miss date night more often.” He joked, giving you a sly grin.

“Ben.” You warned. 

“’M only teasing, Y/N.” He kissed the corner of your mouth, before moaning into your ear at the release of his strained cock. You pumped it, gently as he leaned into you. But quickly stopped. He grunted

“See where teasing gets you, Mr. Hardy?” You tried. He grinned, before squeezing each of your nipples harshly, causing you to jerk forward. He began to tease your entrance with his tip, allowing you to coat him, before he pushed into your walls. You grunted, and snaked your arms firmly around his neck as you adjusted to his size. He gave you a moment, before he pumped into you, one hand gripping a fistful of your hair, while the other held your hip to keep you steady with his pace. His eyes were shut, and his forehead held beads of sweat, as he fucked you relentlessly. Your lip was swollen and near drawing blood at the force you bit down on it to keep from screaming. 

“Fuck-You’re-So-Tight.” Ben cried with each thrust into you. Your hips moved with him, finding a perfect rhythm as he slammed into you on the counter top. 

“I’m close.” You moaned into his shoulder as you gently bit down on it. The pain caused Ben to tip his head back and buck into you further. He was nearing his end too, and let you know it through a series of grunts and fucks that escaped his lips. Your walls tightened around him, and you saw white as you came down from your high, Ben following quickly behind. He slammed into you one last time, filling you entirely. You sat there for a moment, glistening in sweat, and panting fiercely into each others shoulders. 

“Shall we continue in the bedroom?” Ben asked, easing you down from the counter top, helping you stand. You were at a loss for words, and only managed to nod in agreement. 

“Good.” He stated, gripping your waist gently. “I’m not even close to being finished with you yet, love.” 

[hismissharley13]

Eight Years

I hadn’t seen Jax in what felt like forever.  He had told me that he didn’t want me coming up to Stockton to visit, I got it. I always panicked when he got hurt and let’s face it, jail time was not about to go smoothly for a member of Samcro.  Hell, even if Jax wasn’t a patch, he’d find trouble.  That guy had a knack for it.

I figured I’d head over to the clubhouse, everyone was going to be heading straight there...Jax wouldn’t live ‘til the next day if he didn’t see Gemma straight away.  Honestly, the woman was a force to be reckoned with.  Past experience taught me that she had no issue with coming to see her son, regardless of what he was doing.  She never batted an eye the time he’d visited me first when he returned from a run, he’d been balls-deep in me and she just walked in like she owned the damn place.

Don’t get me wrong, I liked her.  She was a caring woman with a huge heart, who’d do absolutely anything to save her family.  She just expected to be put first.  I got that, I really did.  So that’s why I resolved to meet him at the club house each time.  It saved me the embarrassment.

The celebration was in full swing by the time I’d arrived, I wanted to make sure that I looked my best.  My long hair swung slightly with each step, tendrils teased wayward by the slight breeze.  The heels of my boots clacked loudly on the sidewalk, then crunched as I reached the gravel by the club.  There were a few people outside, chatting in the cool evening air.  As I approached, Gemma turned and greeted me with a megawatt smile,

“Hey there sweetheart, up for a party?”

“Hi Gem, I’m looking forward to seeing that son of yours,” I hugged her in greeting and she motioned me inside,

I got two steps into the club and the room spun.  Well, I was spun around in a pair of trunk-like arms.  I let out a laugh of half-surprise, half-amusement as Opie set me back on my feet with a grin,

“Welcome home, Ope,” I giggled at him.  Even in the gloom I saw the bruised eye and cut above his brow and frowned.  Leaning up on tip-toes I kissed his whiskery cheek before stepping around him.  There was a lot of people here this evening, as usual it took me an age to even make it as far as the bar.  I tended to stay out of the way when Jax wasn’t about, so everyone took the opportunity to catch up with me, too.

I leaned across the bar to give Chibs a kiss hello, grimacing as my bare forearms stuck to the tacky residue of liquor on the bar-top.  He grinned, the dimples deepening around the scars on his cheeks as he handed me a cloth to wipe my arms,

“Sorry lass, the prospects hav’nae got the hang of pouring the drink intae the glasses instead of over the bar yet,”

“S’ok Chibby, I’ll live.  Can I have a whiskey and coke please?”

I watched as he poured, the golden liquid coating the glass, two finger widths up the side, three cubes of ice and topped with cola.  Chibs always made the perfect mix, he knew exactly how I liked it and always had a smug look on his face when i smacked my lips in approval at the first taste.

“See boys?  Tha’s how tae make a woman smile,” he winked at me roguishly.  I couldn’t help but grin back at him.  Turning my back on the bar, I scanned the room for the one I’d come to see.  I strained to see over the heads of those in the club and failed.  Huffing to myself I climbed up onto the bar to better view the room; Bobby and Juice were at the pool table, looked like they were playing pairs with a couple of crow eaters, there was Lyla talking to Clay and Piney.  Shit.  Lyla being here meant Ima was likely sniffing round the place too.  If she was sniffing round the club she was indubitably sniffing round Jax.  Jax who I couldn’t currently see.  I dropped my gaze and saw two blue eyes looking up at me, crinkled in a grin.  I squatted down onto my haunches and Tig’s hands grabbed my hips, lifting me down to the floor with ease,

“Hiya Tiggy,” I mumbled in his ear as he squeezed me into a hug, “Where’s my guy?”

“Hey baby-doll, I think he went to his bunk.  I’ve not seen him for a little while.  You doin’ ok beautiful?”

“Yeah I’m good thanks, glad to have you all back,”

“Damn good to be back, I tell ya.  Now go find Jax,” he ushered me off with a wicked leer and a smack on the ass.

A few more hugs and hellos got me to the corridor.  I brushed my fingers along the blue tank of JT’s bike fondly as I passed, the sensation of the cool metal comforting.  I took a mouthful of my drink, feeling the warmth slide down my throat and settle in my belly.  As I reached Jax’s room, I noticed the door was shut.  Maybe he just needed some alone time; not something he would have had much of this last eight months.  I stood motionless for a short time outside the door, my eyes tracing the grain of the wood as my mind processed the trains of thought, the anticipation building within me.  I filled my lungs and pushed the air out in a slow stream as I grasped the brass of the door handle.  The metal turned easily in my fingers and the door separating me from Jax swung away.

In times of trauma, most people describe it afterwards like it happened in slow motion, or so fast it was a blur.  That wasn’t what it was like for me.  Everything happened in real time, but I noticed every detail.

The spin of the glass as it left my hand.

The drops of liquid as they formed an arc.

The change of expression on Jax’s face.

The smug smirk on Ima’s.

The scuffle as Jax pulled his jeans up.

The smash of the glass against the wall.

The tone of regret in his voice as he said my name.

The crawling feeling of my skin when he touched me.

“It’s not what it looks like,”

I shrugged my arm roughly out of his hands.  Hands that less than a minute ago had been rocking Ima onto his dick.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m an idiot, Jax.” I said coldly.  At that moment, I felt nothing but disgust.

“Please, wait, just-”

“-just what, Jax?  What the hell do you think you’re doing? No, you know what?  I don’t give a shit.  I don’t care what you have to say,” He reached for me again and I held a finger up in warning, “NO, you don’t get to fucking touch me,” 

“Where are you going?” he pleaded in a pained voice as i whirled around and stalked down the corridor,

“It’s really not your business any more.” I replied stonily.  I wasn’t going to give him or Ima the satisfaction of my rage.  I strode into the thick of the party and collided with Tig,

“Whoa where’s the fire?” he grabbed my arms instinctively and caught sight of my face, “Baby what’s wrong?”

I looked up into his concerned face mutely.  His lips drew into a line and he ushered me into the club room.  Once the doors had shut, he thumbed away the tears that had escaped onto my cheeks.  Ducking down slightly he asked me again,

“What’s wrong?”

“I, uh, don’t think Jax and I are gonna work out,” I whispered with a watery smile.  Our attentions were drawn to the sudden lack of music.  Jax’s voice rang through the quiet,

“Where’s Kat?  Has anyone seen her?” 

Tig looked at me and I just shook my head.  I couldn’t bring myself to face Jax.  Not right then.  Not after what he had just done.  He took my cue and slid out into the main room.  I heard Clay’s voice answer first,

“What’s up, son?”

“I need to speak to Kat, where is she?”

“I uh, think she left, brother,” Oh Tig, thank you, “she seemed to be in a hurry, man,”

“Shit,”

A few moments of murmured voices indicated Jax leaving.  Tig sidled back into the room where I remained stood in the dark, trembling.   Clay pushed the door open slowly,

"Wanna tell me what's got you lyin’ to your VP?"

"Look, all I know is Kat is upset and Jax seems to be th-ah shit, you gotta be kidding me," Tig had looked over Clay's shoulder and must have seen Ima emerging from the dorms.  Lyla's shrill demand from the other side of the window confirmed it,

"Really, Ima? Jax?  Are you serious?"

Her smug purr made me want to smack her mouth to the other side of her face as she replied,

“Oh please, Lyla, he was practically begging me for it.  Who am I to deny the Vice Pres?”

Clay's indistinct growl pulled my attention back as he let the door swing shut again.  I wasn’t even aware that I was crying at first.  Tig's arms were suddenly enveloping me as silent sobs racked my body.  I got control of myself and concentrated on the scent of leather and Tig's cologne to ground me again.  He was stroking my hair softly, his chin resting on top of my head as he held me tight to him.  As I made to move, he loosened his grip but kept hold of me.  His eyes searched mine as I sniffled,

"Please tell me he wasn't as stupid as I think he was,"

My nod confirmed Tig's suspicion. He dragged a hand down his face in exasperation,

"Stupid sonofa-" the door opening again interrupted his sneer.  I noticed the music had started again when Clay came back into the room,

"I figured sending him out somewhere would be the best option, I don’t know what happened but I think I have a fair idea,” he looked expectantly at Tig.

“Yeah, good.  I'm gonna take Kat to my room until this is figured out.  Do me a favour boss, get rid of that fucking gash Ima,"

Clay's face twisted into a cruel smile, "I'll get Gemma right on it,"

I had no idea what his plans were, right then I didn't care.  I just wanted time to process what the fuck had happened.  I remained silent as Tig ushered me wordlessly to his bunk, thankfully the opposite end of the corridor to Jax's. He sat me on the bed and left, returning with two glasses and a bottle of Jamiesons.

I watched as Tig poured the whiskey, handing me a glass and sipping his own.

"You gonna talk to me, sweetheart?"

I heaved a sigh and swallowed a mouthful of my drink,

"When I opened the door to his room, I was gonna surprise him.  Seems I was surplus to requirement.  He was fucking her into the bed...

...I know on a run there's sweetbutts and things happen, I accept that.   I don't ask.  I don't want to know.  But he's not on a run, Tig, he's home.  I don't know why, I don't-" a slug of whiskey calmed the sobs threatening to break through, "It hurts.   God it hurts so bad," the tears flowed freely as I acknowledged the pain.   I had no more to say,

"Let it out baby doll,"

I held my head in my hands as I felt myself crumble.  I couldn't believe he'd done that to me.  All the promises, all the ‘I love you’s, it all meant nothing.  Eight long years.  I wondered how long he'd been cheating for?  After all, if he'd done it once...

The mattress sank to my left as Tig sat down next to me.  He topped off my glass first then his own before offering me a cigarette.  I took it and allowed him to light it for me.   He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as I exhaled the smoke.  When we had finished in silence, he spoke softly,

"You found a level?" He instinctively knew not to ask if I felt better.  Like I could.

"Lil bit," I chewed my lip as I contemplated the liquor swirling in the glass.   I took another mouthful as I considered my request carefully, "I don't wanna be alone tonight,"

"Ok sweetheart, you want me to call someone for you?"

"No, I don't want everyone to know.  Can I stay here?" I instantly felt guilty.  Tig had been just as confined as the rest whilst inside, no doubt he'd be wanting a release, "no, sorry Tig.  Forget I asked.  I'll go back to the apartment, I've no doubt you've got some catching up to do," I shook my head with a smile,

"Like hell you will,"

"But,"

"But nothing, sweetheart.   You're hurting.  I'm here for you.   Anything you need. I'll sleep on the floor, you can take the bed,"

"Tig I'm not kicking you out of your own bed on your first night of freedom, share with me,"

Tig looked at me carefully, studiously, like he was trying to read my thoughts.

"You sure you wanna?"

"Look, the guy I've spent eight years of my life with has hurt me tonight beyond measure.   Even if you screwed me and dropped me tomorrow, I don't think I could feel any worse,"

“Oh baby, no,” I didn’t know how much of Tig’s sigh was sympathy and how much was denial.  I felt his eyes searching within me.  I was suddenly very aware of how close his body was to mine.  He shifted slightly towards me and the mood in the room shifted with him.

The air pressed on every inch of my skin.  I felt as if we were connected by an invisible band, pulling me in closer.  I felt like I was drowning.  Like he was my oxygen.  I needed him.   My eyes moved from his electric blue gaze to his lips, watching his tongue dart out across the length of his lower lip.  I felt myself moving closer to him.  He reciprocated.  I trapped my lip between my teeth, allowing it to pull itself free as my eyes flicked back to his.  His fingers ran the length of my jaw as he grazed the pad of his thumb along my lips.  I felt the cool metal of his jewellery in stark contrast to the heated flush of my cheek.

“Sweet girl,” he shook his head a little from side to side as his fingers edged round the back of my neck, “you deserve so much better,” his gaze grew darker as he moved his face towards mine.

I wanted him to know me.  I needed him to heal me.  I had to feel wanted.  Worth something.  I leaned ever closer, intoxicated by the intertwining aromas of whiskey, smoke and leather mixing with his cologne.  My eyes closed momentarily, an invitation.

The spark ignited the charged atmosphere as our lips met...

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[wheelthefridge]

in honor of last night having been my last ever shift dishwashing at the same restaurant i’ve been at for the past four years here’s an absurdly long list of random chaotic moments that literally no one asked for that i’ve been compiling since day one:

bj, with a half full gallon of orange juice: this expired two months ago. *pours down drain* that was a long time ago

sam: YOU! I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU!! *carries on normally with no explanation* bj: smack that! that too! smack those vegetables! punch that burger in the nose! chop that bun! bob: no, flick the bun. you have to flick it. 

*bad and boujee playing* bj: walks into kitchen, singing bj: you better know when to hold em, know when to fold em, know when to walk away, know when to run bj: walks out of kitchen, still singing

me: hey can you put the wet floor sign out for me dylan: sure dylan: *slips while putting the sign out* me:

sam: get this- i haven’t smoked pot in like three days and my brain is ready to roll! yeah!

joe: ha! oldest trick in the book i just started writing 

dude @bar: ten percent of people are over 6'1" other dude: what about 6'2"  dude 1: what? no. ten percent of people are OVER 6'1" - so that includes 6'2" dude 2: idk I know a lot of tall guys. taller than me dude 1: what? i’m saying- just- ten percent of everyone in the whole world- you know how many people there are in the world? 7 billion– dude 2: i thought it was six billion  dude 1: no, 7 billion- ten percent of 7 billion—

joe, digging through the trash: i’m just gonna peruse through here,, aaaaannnd….. nope not here me: what’re u looking for Joe: …..a book

didi: is eating a pistachio  katherine: is that sour cream

sam: some dirty whorebag wants two pickles 

joe: sam she am. that’s right. dr seuss wrote a book about her 

katherine: oh my goddd this song is always on i’m so tired of it joe: is it? i don’t think i’ve heard it before carolyn: eh it’s all just one long brazilian song to me

katherine: look at my straw i put it in the pencil sharpener 

sam: i’m on crack cocaine. you heard it here

sam, aggressively putting silverware in the tray: just the way the cookie crumbles me: yeah? sam, fake crying: yes

adele: if you’re ready- sam: what if I’m not bob: too bad. she only cares if she’s ready

something: *breaks* sam: time for the mop. and by mop i mean… this thing *holds up dustpan*

mike: you should go on junior master chef…. and only make fries 

sam, quietly as she speedwalks by me: panic panic panic panic panic panic panic panic

sam, beginning of the night: my goal is to make at least forty bucks tonight. hopefully sixty sam, later that night: i’ve made five dollars

sam, pouring a drink into the trash right next to the sink: you know, im not sure why i poured that in the trash. i’ve had a very off day

katherine, after accidentally spraying salsa on herself: i just sprayed salsa all over myself bj: i feel like that too sometimes. i love salsa so much

sam: can you imagine if i did like hardcore drugs how messed up i would be- i’m messed up soberly

someone: what’re you supposed to feed twenty kids  kerry: pizza bj: vodka 

sam: will you let bob know there’s gonna be seven in the snug bj: seven in the snug? that’s my band name. we’re really good

edson: *spins cover on counter and stares at it for solid thirty seconds before putting his finger down to stop it* edson: good. 

sam: what should i draw bj: you should draw casey, hanging from a cliff, with a pterodactyl flying towards them who is on fire, but, seems optimistic about it 

bj: life is too short for low fat cheese. remember that. 

sam, beginning of night, in a really good mood: guess what i’m drunk and high right now  sam, later that night: i was just pouring a beer and i dropped it. like my hand just let go of it sam, end of night: i’m never doing this again 

joe: you know who didn’t clock out yet?? i have two thumbs! joe: ……wait joe: you know who has two thumbs and hasn’t clocked out yet?? this guy!! me: there ya go buddy

bob: i’ve slept fifteen hours in the past four days me: that’s not good bob: yeah

edson: look edson: *holds out hand with top spinning in his palm* *giggles*

sam: i cannot wait for this day to be over  me: it’s barely started  sam: i took a shot before i got here. i have more in my car

bob: hi sam sam: hi bob  didi: hi sam sam: fuck off

joe: her? oh yeah her name is sarah whitaker  katherine: oh i think i know her joe: that’s funny because i just made that up. i’m willing to bet money that she’s nineteen tho me: why joe: bc i overheard her say that she’s nineteen

joe: i’m gonna send you a video but you can’t watch it now it’s needs full attention with headphones and the lights off 

bj: if you lose your hand, don’t replace it with a fork. that would be a bad choice. i know it’s probably the cheapest option, right up there with stick, but just spend the money. 

bj, on a different day: i think if you were to get your hands cut off, getting them replaced with plates would be a very bad idea. you can dig. and you can toss. but that’s about it. no playing the saxophone.  

colby: *doesn’t show up to work* bj: maybe i should leave him a message of just me crying 

katherine: i think an old man just asked me to live with him

sam: wait *pulls celery strings out of her mouth* that just came out of my throat

bob: i’m such a grump tonight. i’m in a good mood i’m just so grumpy.  bob: maybe i’m not in a good mood…

bj, after sending christa downstairs to get liquor for the bar: i put a live cobra down there too so… if she comes back with it dead in her hands…. she’s a champ. and that’s that. 

bj: i had a dog today did you have a dog? me: no bj: oh. well. 

dylan, holding phone camera at joe: hey joe can you pull ur shirt down joe, pulling the collar of his shirt halfway down his chest: yeah like this? dylan, taking picture: yeah thanks 

bj: HI-YAH carley: you’re a ninja!! bj: yes. don’t be alarmed. i only use my powers for good. 

bj, with one bottle in each hand, pouring water in the sink, mimicking cow milking motions: it’s like a cow. mooooooeeeeeeuuuuuhhhhhhgggg aaaaaauuuuuueuejhshhsii. that’s what cows sound like right?

bj: we have a dog, and we’re getting chickens. i’m not really sure why were getting chickens. do i consider myself a farmer? not really. 

bj: we should make a youtube channel of just me saying really random things to you and you not responding to me whatsoever me: mhmm

nancy: I’m sleeping

sam: *pours drink out on counter next to sink* sam: wHAT the FuCK was that!? why did i do that?? i’ve lost it! i’ve hit rock bottom!!

sam: *bends over* ughhhhhhhhhhhhh *straightens up* ok i’m fine

bj: yum! that’s how i rate the soup. two yums up!! *laughs for like a full minute*

sam: i got my motorcycle license over the weekend and now all everyone’s saying to me is “no don’t get a motorcycle they’re so dangerous” like shut the fuck up if i die i die it’s my choice 

bj: i think if i were to be turned into some kind of commercial type of food, if i got turned into a nugget, i think i’d be indignant. i’ve lived my whole life and now i’m a nugget??? “oh i was a great roasted-“ i was a nugget. i was eaten with fries out of a box with a small soda. 

bj: hello everybody. i have arrived. please remain calm.  bob: *screams*

radio: the fastest lawn mower in the world goes up to 150 miles per hour! bob: …….why??

sam: i just meowed in scotty’s face and he was completely unfazed by it. like a full on Meow. 

bob: lemme just touch these live wires with my wet hands  bj: bob has gone offline

katherine: i totally forgot to put their order in for i don’t even know how long me: ……..i’m sure it’ll be fine katherine: i mean, nothing matters, right? right. nothing matters. 

bj: hey did you guys hear that kate: yeah what was that bj: oh i was just yelling……….. about the soup kate: me: katherine: bj: i’ll try to keep it down next time

bob: you sleep a lot when you’re old. it’s just practice for death. getting ready for The Big Sleep. let’s see how do i wanna go out? on my back?? nah not for me. on my front babey! 

didi: hi sam sam: SHUT UP didi, quieter: okay…… sam: i love you  didi: no bj: so you’re a grownup now. that’s means you have to do grown up things, like, pay for dinner and stuff? me: uh huh bj: it’s all downhill from here 

bj: pon pon the van poco. right? me: mhmm bj: probably. i mean. i’m no doctor, but

random woman @ bar: we are the matrix. We. Are. The Matrix. 

bj, to the tune of frosty the snowman: clunkity clunk clunk clunkity clunk clunk look at all this stuff. clunkity clunk clunk clunkity clunk clunk making casey’s job tough! pretty good right?? i just made it up 

bj: *walks into kitchen* YES! that’s all i have to say. that’s it. BOBS killing it. DIDIS killing it. casey MURDERED it. you’re welcome. *walks out of kitchen* bj: today is the second day in a row my dog has eaten my lunch. yesterday and then today. it’s my own fault really bob: well you know what they say about men who like floppy french fries. *doesn’t elaborate*

sam: there’s a toy baby in my section. like just a toy baby taking up a seat in my section. what do i do like do i move the bitch? do i leave her there??

bob, talking to himself: if you get sick tomorrow, just remember. it’s your own fault for eating food off the floor. 

bob, to katherine: no, you don’t have to mop the carpet

bj: cheeeesy. 

laura: if i get through tonight without a heart attack it’ll be incredible. if i do have a heart attack tho just let me go

caldo: *unintelligible yelling* SELLING my BODY for SEX *more unintelligible yelling*

bob: my fathers brother sent all his kids to australia. i guess he figured at least one of them would make it

caldo: i don’t trust people who go out to eat tuna fish

bob: can you make some more guacamole soon we’re running low laura: pulls five (5) avocados from her pockets 

bob: he looks like jesus. well. he looks like what white people think jesus looked like

sam: yeah. Please. eat some more mother Fucking crackers. 

bj: i feel like i gave birth to the eggplant stacks tonight. and honestly? if my child looked like that? i’d be proud. proud to have an eggplant child

bj: alright everybody let’s get the fuf out of here!! i said fuf not f- it’s safe. f u f starts and ends with soft letters no one gets hurt. any word that starts with a soft letter and ends with a hard letter is bad news… i feel like every time i come in here i annoy you guys. casey’s one dumbass comment away from killing me. “hey so what are your thoughts on grass?” “that’s it” *mimics shooting a gun*

ilia: -and the dogs gonna get diabetes- katherine, indignantly: i cleaned it really well!

mickey: i’ll tell you one thing. crack is good. 

sam: some lady just rolled up to the bar, no bra, nipples beamin through the shirt- LETS GET IT!!!!

caldo: *speed walks into kitchen and shotguns a beer over the trash* ok i’m back. i should not have smoked this morning

dom: little kid just picked up a knife and went “oh cool i can stab someone” me, katherine, and sam in unison: good dom: yeah the dad took it away 

sam: my friend was like “why is your go to dance move just to snap” and i was like “i don’t know, i’m white” *shrugs*

bj: someone just asked me if i’m having fun. am i having fun? i don’t know if i’m having fun. there are certainly other things i’d rather be doing right now, but i don’t know if i can definitively say that i’m Not having fun. 

bj: some jobs require Only a ladle bj, thirty seconds later, after walking away and coming back: sometimes, also a funnel

bj, @ laura who’s eating cornbread: you cornbread eating chef!!!  laura: bj: laura: bj: i’m just saying facts in a weird way. you know like you’re in trouble. 

sam: *war cry* *spits out gum* *walks away*

bj: what kind of smoothie? Soup Smoothie!!

katherine: so this woman ordered some hot water so i gave it to her and her husband says you know what that’s for right and i’m like ….to drink? and he says nope! and doesn’t explain so i’m just like ………..okay! and walk away bc i don’t even want to know 

bj: there’s no shame in it! A Grown Man Can Bathe In Yogurt!!!

bj, leaning down very close to to-go box: i love you

bob: anyone want a drink? brian: whatever’s your strongest bob: milk it is

guy at bar: sUE HIM?!?!??? oh i’d sue him yeah

sam: who orders something extra cold?? like, you need to Die now thanks. 

sam: do you dare me to drink this buffalo sauce me: yes laura, walking by: snort it

sam: one more day. just one more day laura: of what sam: waking up

bob: *is trying to explain easter to jewish laura* laura: wait so he died… then he came back to life?? then he died Again??? bob: he died. then he came back just to tell people he was alive. then he said SEE YA and ascended to heaven

sam: i HATE margaritas. i don’t know why i just made myself one. 

bob: wow. i have this overpowering urge to just go home. 

bj, putting back a slotted spoon: this is a bad choice for dressing. a bad choice. 

me: *catches a plate about to fall* bj: woah! smooth moves!! spider-man? maybe. 

danny: so you know how at my other job everyone calls me daddy?

sam: *dumps out two full wine glasses* i fucked up. tell no one. 

me: remember when we used to be able to leave early? bob: no. i think we imagined it. 

danny: i didn’t realize we served DICK here -a few min later- danny: sorry i just got out of work and i’m all fired up

sam: my moms drunk and she won’t go home

bob: hey wasn’t that slang for mari- bj: cocaine. 

bj: *kicks kitchen door open* YEE-HAW!!!!

danny: sorry casey  me: what for  danny: for having to deal with me me: yeah *shrugs* danny: they should pay you more me: yeah

didi: i kill you ilia: do it now didi: no ilia: do it i wanna die

danny, about a burger: we’ve got ourselves a squirter!!

sam: is that a chicken patty  sydney: it’s my dog

sam, on my last night with her: lets get casey TRASHED tonight

sam: are you gonna go dancing in new york didi: yes laura: whore it up

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Don’t Speak - Part 2

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, Cas (Mentioned)

Word count: 2200 

Warnings: Language, angst

A/N: This is part 2 of 3 of a series I wrote for @fandommaniacx​​ (also tagging @becs-bunker​​) Beckii’s 21st Birthday Challenge. My prompt for this challenge was “Don’t Speak” by No Doubt. Happy Early Birthday present, Becs! I hope that you don’t hate me for like this! :)

Missed part 1? Catch up HERE

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Don’t Speak Part 2

“I am talking about you and that asshole brother of mine,” he narrowed his eyes at you, flicking one finger back and forth between you. “I am talking about you and I.”

——

You froze. You were stunned and you hoped that maybe if you just ignored what he’d said, maybe he would forget.

“I have been playing nice, y/n. I really have. Trying to pretend like nothing happened, but you know what? I am done.” Dean nodded his head in agreement with himself. “I am done pretending.”

He left then - as quickly as he’d entered your room, and twice as ungracefully. Blinking was the only movement you could manage for several minutes. You said a short quiet prayer before drifting off to sleep, hoping by some miracle that this would all go away.

The next morning, Dean was making breakfast when you woke up. “Bacon is ready and your juice is on the table where you usually sit. Pancakes will be done in a minute.” He turned away from you and scraped the last of the batter onto the surface of the sizzling griddle. You stared at his back, baffled and unable to move.

“Dean?”

He spun around and grabbed a plate off of the counter behind him, not looking at you as he went back to his work.

“Dean.” Your voice was stronger this time and he stopped, his shoulders sagged, but he still refused to turn around.

“What?”

“Are we going to talk about last night?”

He whirled around, his mouth set in a grim line and an unreadable emotion filled his eyes. The muscles in his forearms twitched as his nostrils flared. You took a shaky breath and tried hard to steady your nerves.

“What do you want me to say?” His words had an edge and he drew each one out, as though he was trying, and failing, to remain calm.

You opened your mouth, but the words didn’t come. This was exactly what you’d been dreading since you and Sam had gotten together. Obviously Dean had tried to gloss over it again, but damn you and your need for closure.

“Do you want me to apologize? Because I’m not going to.” He placed his hands on the counter in front of him and sighed. “Look, I probably went about it all wrong. Hell, no probably about it. But I meant what I said. I am sick of pretending that I am ok with this whole fucked up situation.”

“I didn’t know you were pretending. I thought everything was fine, Dean. If I’d known there was something that needed to be fixed between us…”

“There’s no fixing it, y/n.” He pushed himself up from the counter and turned his back to you again. He flipped the pancakes onto a plate and switched the griddle off before he tossed the spatula into the sink angrily.

“Dean, I don’t understand what is happening here.” He whirled and crossed the room in a few short strides before he stopped in front of you.

“What don’t you understand?” he growled. “I didn’t hear from you for months after you left. Then when I finally see you again, I find out you’ve been screwing my brother. And that isn’t enough, no you have to go and move in and I’m left to watch you two together every fucking day. And every day I pretend like it isn’t eating me up inside. But I can’t do it anymore.”

You stared at him incredulously, anger vibrated through you until it felt like every nerve was on fire and you’d explode.

“You didn’t hear from me!? I didn’t hear from you either! Last time I checked phones worked both ways. And we both left, Dean. We both went our separate ways. I was a one time, wham, bam, thanks for the orgasm event. I thought it was what you wanted.” You ground your teeth together in an attempt to get your emotions in check.

“I did!” He shouted and it startled you. His voice was soft when he spoke again. “I thought I did. I thought staying away was best for you; I thought it might keep you safe. I am tired of people I care for getting hurt. But then when Sam told me about the two of you…I thought I could get past it. But I was wrong.”

“Dean, you’ve had plenty of time to say something before now and you said nothing. Why? Why now? What’s changed?”

“The case Cas and I worked in Tulsa this past week. It was a witch. She cast a spell on me, a truth spell.” Dean sighed as his eyes dropped to the floor. He rubbed at the back of his neck. “It made my deepest most suppressed thoughts bubble up and once that shit’s loose, you can’t shove it back down.”

You were speechless again. Dean’s admission had knocked the wind out of you and the last several months flashed through your mind, now viewed through a very different lens. The silence had grown as you stood and neither of you moved. Neither of you knew what to say. Dean cleared his throat. The sound shook you from your thoughts.

“Look, I don’t plan on telling Sam or trying to come between the two of you in anyway. But I just…I can’t be your friend any more. I can’t be that close to you anymore with these thoughts and…and…feelings…” he cringed at the use of the last word.

If you’d thought his words before were a blow, these had been a kick to the face and you cursed yourself as tears poured hot and wet down your cheeks. Dean swallowed hard and reached his hand out as if to comfort you, but you recoiled from his touch.

“Y/n.” His voice was a hoarse whisper. You shook your head and turned to head back to your room. You slammed the door and flopped on the bed.

You and Dean dodged each other the following few days. You both hid out in your rooms. You’d been mostly successful, having only passed him in the hallway. Neither of you made eye contact or spoke a word.

Sam called every night to check in and every night after you hung up the phone, you would let the tears roll down your cheeks. You missed him. At least in the past when he’d been gone, you’d had Dean to talk to or watch movies with. Not this time. You felt so alone and the pain was almost unbearable.

After four nights of crying yourself to sleep you’d decided you needed to bring in the reinforcements. You sucked in a mouthful of air to steel your nerves and  gripped the doorknob. You flung open the door and stepped out determinedly into the hallway. This was your home too, and you were done pussy-footing around. If you wanted a drink before bed, by God, you would have a drink before bed.

As you made your way to the kitchen, the sound of dishes rattling made you pause. You shook your head and lifted your chin. Dean was drying the last glass and he placed it on the shelf beside him as you rounded the corner. You saw his shoulders twitch once as your footsteps echoed off the tiled walls, but he said nothing. He reached into the sink and pulled out the drain stopper as the sound of water being sucked back through the pipes filled the room. He wrung out the dishrag, before he scrubbed it across the surface of the counter. He folded it neatly and laid it next to the sink.

You walked to the shelves behind the door and retrieved the bottle of rum you’d stashed there. You glanced sideways at Dean as you made your way to the fridge in search of the Coke. His back was still to you, as he placed his palms on the sides of the sink and rested his weight into them. His head drooped down between his shoulder blades. You grabbed a can from inside the door and shut it again before you set it on the island along with the rum.

The only thing missing was a glass. You took a deep breath and turned to get a glass from the shelf just as Dean spun around. You both froze. Your eyes darted everywhere around the room except for each other. You moved to your right just a Dean took a step that mirrored your own. He stepped to the other side as you did the same. You sighed in unison and forced your eyes to meet his. His tongue darted out from between his lips nervously and he raked his teeth across his bottom lip. He looked away and flung an arm to one side as a signal for you to go first.

As you approached the shelf, you groaned. The glass you wanted was on a shelf just out of your reach. You puffed your cheeks out and winced.

“Hey Dean?” Your voice was weak and you clenched your eyes shut as you turned toward him.

He didn’t say a word as he came to stand next to you. He knew exactly what you needed and reached above your head.  He held the glass out to you and you saw the muscle in his jaw twitch as he waited for you to take it.

“Thank you.” Your hand closed around the tumbler and your fingertips brushed against his. He jerked his hand back. Your grip faltered and the glass crashed to the ground. The sound rang out through the otherwise empty bunker.

Frustrated, you reached down trying to collect the larger shards. Your balance shifted and you started to fall forward. You caught yourself with one hand against the jagged edge of the broken glass.

“Shit!” Dean’s fingers wrapped around your wrist as you cried out in pain. He pulled your palm closer to examine the cut. “I’m sorry, y/n.” His voice was calm, but filled with guilt.  You jumped as his fingers feathered over your skin to assess the damage. “I don’t think you need stitches; let’s get you washed up.”

He guided you to the sink, fidgeting with the taps until the water was just the right temperature. Then, gently, he placed your hand under the running water. Your blood swirled with the water in the sink, briefly tinting it pink. He grabbed a clean towel and pressed it gingerly against the cuts. His gaze flicked up to yours.  He darted his eyes away and released your hand.

“I think you just need a bandage. There are some in the first aid kit. I’ll take care of cleaning this up.” He turned and you placed your good hand on his arm. He flinched as his emerald eyes shifted to meet yours again.

“Hey, I heard a crash. Is everything ok?” Sam’s deep timbre startled both of you. You dropped your hand and turned toward the sound of his voice.

“You’re home!” A wide smile split across your face as you practically leapt into his arms.

“It’s good to see you too, baby. What happened?” He pulled back to inspect your hand.

“I dropped a glass and cut my hand, no big deal.” You shrugged.

“Well, let’s get you fixed up, huh?” His large hand closed around your small one as he led you out the door and down the hallway.

—-

Having Sam home made everything feel okay again. You fell back into your usual routines, and you hoped the change between you and Dean wasn’t too obvious.

“Did something happen last week? While I was gone?” Sam’s breath tickled your ear as you lay against him, your fingers traced lazy circles through the sparse patches of hair on his chest. You blinked, grateful your face was turned away from him.

“Hmm?” You hummed and placed a kiss just above his heart. You looked up at him questioningly. His hazel eyes shone with concern and he reached to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I don’t know. Dean has just been acting strange since he got back from Tulsa. I just wondered if he mentioned anything to you about what happened on that case.”

You sighed inwardly as guilt twisted your gut. You hated this. You knew you shouldn’t keep secrets from him, but what good would it do if you’d told him that night so long ago? There was no happy ending here.

“He mentioned something about a witch.” It isn’t a lie, exactly, but a little voice in the back of your head reminded you that omission was betrayal. You placed your ear to Sam’s chest again and listened to the sound of his breath. He wrapped his long arm around your shoulders and adjusted the blanket over you.

“That could do it. He hates witches.” Sam sighed. “I just worry about him. That’s all.” He planted his lips against the top of your head and reached to turn off the lamp on the side table. “Night baby.”

You stared into the pitch black room, wrapped in the arms of the man you love and you hated every fiber of your being.

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Can I request a Daddy!Stephen fic with Thigh riding, and eating out? Perhaps even bondage? Thank you!

Alright, this contains a combination of many people’s requests, since y'all are horny as shit….I don’t even know how many requests this combined but whatever lol Shameless smut ahead.

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“You know, it would really help if you listened to me just once! I didn’t waste my time bringing you back from the brink of death just to-”

Stephen leaned back in his chair, eyeing you with an amused smirk on his face. He took a long drag of his cigarette, blowing out the smoke and chuckling as you scowled deeply at him. The war was still going on, and the more it dragged the more he found parts of himself disappearing and dying along with his men. All that he had left was you, a vision of the past that kept him going on those long sleepless nights. He had met you at the very beginning of all this, the very first time he lost a soldier you were there. A young nurse that tries to heal the fallen only to watch them die in your arms instead. You two had found comfort in each other, sometimes talking, sometimes laughing, and other times…other times in each other’s arms.

“Stop talking.”

Stephen crunched the end of his cigarette into the ashtray, tired eyes staring at the burnt end blow out slowly. He could hear you sigh in the background, his current state of mind blocking you out from his thoughts. He adored your company, truthfully he enjoyed it. But, sometimes the very noise you made grated on his nerves, making him anxious and angry that all he wanted was for you to stay silent.

“Stephen…”

Your tone was quieter, yet it still held a semblance of order in it. Stephen was slowly slipping away day by day, and it took everything you had to keep him here, in reality with you.

“Listen to me-”

The soldier scoffed, pouring himself a glass of whiskey as he shuffled his deck of cards. He paid you no mind anymore, instead he kept his eyes straight on the deck, his finger slipping over the slick edge of the card he grabbed and flipped over.

“Ace of hearts…” He spoke aloud, tapping the symbols on the card as he looked up at you. “How fortunate.”

Your brow furrowed, concern for the lieutenant growing as he continued to tell a fortune that made no sense. “Stephen, please…”

The soldier stopped his antics, face stern and eyes bloodshot as he stared up at you. “I thought I said stop talking…”

You slowly inched forward, hand coming to brush against his cheek, the stubble scratching roughly against your palm. You caressed his cheekbone with your thumb, offering him a sad smile, anything to bring him back from that war inside his head.

“You need rest, Stephen.”

His eyes were beautiful to you, a soft green that reminded you of your home back in France. But, now, now they seemed so far gone.

Stephen sniffed quietly, gritting his teeth as the pent up rage and grief began to boil inside him. He screamed out, throwing the cards on the floor and slamming his hands on the table.

“I said stop talking!”

“No!”

You pushed his shoulder, gently bringing him back to your world as you felt your own frustrations rising. Stephen sighed heavily, holding his head in his hands and trying to remain calm.

“Breathe.”

Your hand rubbed his back lovingly, lips kissing the corner of his brow as you took a seat in his lap. Stephen looked up, his eyes watering with tears but he wiped them away and pulled you closer to him.

“Forgive me.”

He held you for a while, ear pressed against your chest and listening to the calming sound of your heartbeat. He needed you, always, and nothing would tear you apart, he’d be sure of that. He wasn’t going to lose another person.

Stephen shifted, his head craning to gaze up at you. “I need you…”

His words made your heart flutter, and you blushed softly at his confession. He was always a forward man, never wasting anytime when it came to such intimate subjects, but no matter how many times he told you such things it always managed to make your insides stir in desire.

You hesitantly leaned down, stopping just before your lips touched. The electricity between your bodies was evident, and Stephen brushed his fingers down your dress, gripping the strings of your smock in his hand and pulling. They became undone, your smock slipping off your waist and to the floor, your dress beneath was dirty, riddled with dirt and god knows what else, yet he didn’t care. It just reminded him how much he needed you right now.

“Will you come with me? Back to England…when this is all over?”

Stephen spoke as he trailed his fingertips down your jawline, tickling across your throat and down to your collarbone. He leaned forward, kissing the tip of it, enjoying the way you sighed at his touch. He awaited your answer, not very invested in it, but still just wanting to hear the soothing sound of your voice. His lips slid across your shoulder, shoving the sleeves of your dress roughly down. He gave you an experimental nip, his cock twitching under his uniform when you cried out in pleasure.

“Y-Yes…yes, I will.”

One of your hands gripped his shoulder, the other tangling in his blond locks and pushing his hat off. He growled deep in his throat, his hands shoving your legs apart and pushing his thigh up hard. He delighted in the way you arched up, hips rolling down and begging him to continue. He began a soft rhythm with his leg, letting you ride his thigh until you were soaking beneath your panties. The lieutenant could feel the heat of your cunt, his length aching behind the confines of his pants as it desired to be inside of you. But, he could wait for that moment, for he had all night. He couldn’t sleep anyway, he might as well spend it pleasuring the only woman he grew to love.

He grasped your hips, shoving you down harder on his leg and whispering in your ear.

“You need to say it…say it for me…”

Deep in your mind you processed his words, and somewhere between all the foggy mess of pleasure and need you found your words.

“Daddy…S-Stephen…” You panted out his name, thighs quivering in bliss as you felt your orgasm approaching. The soldier let you cum, his tongue flicking across his lips as he watched your face contort in pleasure. You moaned out his name, head thrown back as waves of ecstasy ran down your body.

Stephen kissed your neck, licking across your throat and sucking down on your pulse as he lifted you up. He placed you on the small table in his tent, pulling back for a second to rip apart the buttons of your dress and expose your bare chest to him. He stared down at you, his eyes darkening when he watched your chest heave up and down.

“Beautiful…”

He grabbed his glass of whiskey, taking a huge swig of it. He never once took his eyes off you, his mind already conjuring up the many ways he was going to fuck you senseless tonight. But, for now, he could have fun. He wiped his arm across his mouth, breathing heavily as he tilted the glass over, watching intently as the drops of whiskey streamed down your neck and chest. He threw the glass off to the side, dipping his head down to eagerly lap and suck at your breasts where the alcohol had collected. You squirmed beneath him, moaning and whining for him to simultaneously stop and continue this torture. But, he didn’t listen, he kept licking a trail down your taut stomach, licking up the whiskey that pooled around your belly button.

He rested his forehead against your abdomen, trying to control the animalistic desires he felt. But, with you moaning his name like that it was growing harder and harder to stop himself.

“Tell me what you want.”

You glanced down at him, combing your fingers through his hair in a comforting manner.

“You know what I want, Daddy…what you want.”

He closed his eyes, collecting his mangled thoughts before he shook his head and kneeled down. He pushed your legs apart, not wasting anytime as he shoved his face between your wet folds. He immediately grunted into you, the very taste of your juices making him want to shove himself inside you. Stephen drew his tongue up your sex, eyes set on your face as he sucked your clit into his mouth. He shook his head, stimulating your swollen need with the vibrations.

“Stephen!”

You reached for his shoulders, wanting something to hold onto but he just grabbed your wrists, pushing your hands to the side and holding them there. He didn’t need you interfering, even if you were wildly sensitive and almost cried in utter delight at the pleasure he was giving you.

He only ever pulled away when he needed to breath, but he continued to hungrily eat you out. The lieutenant lapped up and down, kissing and nipping around your inner thighs every chance he got. He left love bites behind, marking his woman, so if he wasn’t to survive this war, something of him would be left behind. Even if it was just evidence of a passionate affair.

For what felt like the fifth time that night, you whimpered out a strangled version of his name. Your eyes were screwed shut, hair a mess on your head as you clawed into the wood of the table. He pulled away from your clit with a soft pop of his lips, watching as your sex twitched form your blissful high. He rose to his feet, boots thumping loudly into the ground as he shuffled around. He pulled his belt off, wrapping it around your wrists and flipping you over on the table so your backside was rising and exposed to him. He sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, lubricating them with his spit before bringing them down and pushing them inside your slick entrance. You were already so wet it was almost unnecessary, but the feeling of his fingers scissoring inside you was a welcomed pleasure.

“Daddy…daddy, please. I need you.”

Stephen took a breath, bringing his hand quickly down, smacking your ass and watching as a red, angry looking mark formed. He removed his fingers from inside you, settling himself at your entrance. He stroked himself a few times, closing his eyes as the endorphins began to build inside him. He nestled himself between your spread legs, pushing into you at a leisurely pace.

“Bloody-” He groaned out, one hand grabbing your bound wrists and the other resting against the smooth surface of the table. He tugged you back by the belt, shoving himself deep inside you and making you cry out in pleasure.

“Daddy!”

“Lieutenant…” Stephen growled out, wanting you to refer to him by his proper title. Which you so willingly did. His pace quickened with every word that left your pretty lips, hips working overtime as he tried to reach that point of high that made everything seem to fade.

Your body shivered under him, your mind a complete mess of heaven and hell as he fucked you. The sound of other soldiers walking passed his tent caught your ears, and something about that only ignited the fuel inside you. His cock rubbed against your sweet spot, making your head snap back as he continued to hit that perfect part of you.

“Lieutenant Wraysford!”

Stephen grunted loudly, hips now snapping forward, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the tent. He was close, and he waited until you were screaming out his name to finally let go and fill every single part of you.

Warmth spread between your legs, and you moaned out pathetically as his cock slipped from between you. Stephen fell forward, resting himself against your back that was slick with sweat.

“Don’t ever leave me…”

He whispered out, nuzzling into your neck for comfort. You tried catching your breath, angling your head back a bit to kiss his cheek.

“I never will, Stephen.”

*****

I hope you all enjoyed it!!! ❤️ I didn’t proofread because fuck that…

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Would Never Call It Love Part 6 | Calum Hood

Inspired by the break up scene between Ross and Rachel in Friends. THIS IS NOT THE LAST PART. Part 7 will be the last part of this story. Hopefully you all enjoy. Inbox me your thoughts!

Previous parts 1 2 3 4 5

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After more thrilling shows with Ashton’s sweaty hugs and the exhilarating crowd heard from miles away, we all found ourselves here back at the hotel we were all staying at after the most recent show. All except, of course, Calum and Nia. Arzalyea and I were perched on the comfy bed near the edge, while the rest of the boys were sitting on the ground in a mini circle. Michael thought it would be fun to play a drinking game, a twist on spin the bottle. Instead of kissing someone that the bottle lands on, that person gets to mix a drink for you in private and you have to drink the whole thing. We had ingredients from things like vodka to horseradish. So, by midnight my throat was burning, eyes watering, and I felt the giggles come along as time went on. 

“Y/N, since you’re the most adventurous, how about we steam it up a little?” Luke suggested.

“And how are you proposing we mix it up?” I said, then continued to drink my orange juice chaser.

“Next person the bottle lands on, you have to take a body shot from.” My face cringed at the thought, but the already coursing rum and vodka running through my body made me nod my head, wanting to prove that I don’t back down. 

“Fine Hemmings, I just hope your girlfriend won’t kill me if it lands on you sucker.” I smirked to Arz who just pretend puked, and then laughed.

I spun the bottle at a moderate pace and it started to slow near the boys side. Once the bottle stopped, it landed on my now boyfriend, Ashton. He smiled proudly, already pulled off his shirt and laying down horizontally on the bed. I covered my mouth, embarrassed, as Luke poured a sloppy shot into Ashton’s bellybutton. He giggled at the odd feeling, but his eyes dug into mine, wanting to so badly feel my lips on a pretty sensitive part of his body.

“Now drink, sucker.” Luke mocked, and I pulled my hair back using my hand. As my lips pressed into his firm stomach, my lips rounded around the hole filled with liquor, and slurped it up, even using my tongue to clean it all up. I could feel Ashton tightened under me, and I swore I could hear a faint moan escape his mouth, even over the noises of everyone in the room. I sat up setting my hair in place and cleaned my mouth with the back of my hand, smiling proudly. But the room died down in commotion when we all heard the hotel door open. I was facing away from the door while everyone was facing it dead on, and bulging eyes told me it could only be one person. My head slowly turned around before my body, meeting his eyes. 

He was clutching his phone, water bottle, and wallet all in one hand, and all stared at us with a straight face. There’s a certain way you can tell when Calum is mad. His shoulders are far more back and brooding than a normal man, his brows hand low on his face with a slight downward curve, and his bottom lip juts out more along with his chin. To make the whole situation not seem awkward, I turned back around, as Ashton brought his hand to my knee to calm me down.

“Hey bro, thought you were gonna be with Nia the entire night?” Michael asked, and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“I broke up with her.” The whole room seemed as if someone pressed the paused button on a remote, and the whole room fell silent. The only noise to be heard was the slight ringing in the air. Everyone’s eyes, even Ashton’s, fell upon me, as if I was suppose to have some response or reaction to this statement. However, I didn’t budge, and kept my ‘non-concerned’ composure. Deep down, though, my heart began to race in my chest and got louder with each pump to the point where I almost couldn’t hear anything else.

“Nobody ask any questions, I’m going to bed. Hope you all are having fun.” He said sternly. I could feel his eyes digging into the back of my head, as he left the room to the second bedroom next door that was connected to the room we were in. As the door slammed shut, I jumped, and Ashton placed his hands on my shoulders. I heard everyone let out a shaky breathe, and the room seemed quieter than before.

“So, I think we’re going to head out, probably down at the lobby to the bar, you’re open to join us but until then, night Y/N, night Ashton.” Luke said, more hushed than his normal voice, and all 3 slipped out of the room without a single peep.

I could feel my mouth hanging open, and the build up in my chest that contemplated coming out in the form of tears, as I stared at the messy comforter beneath me.

“I think you should talk to him Y/N...” Ashton whispered, both of our heads now hanging. I trembled feeling his hands dropping from the comfortable position on my shoulders. I could feel the lump in my throat growing by the second, knowing exactly what was bound to happen either in this moment, or very very soon.

“You’re the only one who could get through to him in this time.”

“But what about us...” I looked up to find Ashton already wiping away stray tears, and sniffled.

“We both know you never really felt anything for me. Well...I personally know now.” He looked up at me with red eyes. “But I know you’ve never liked me more than a best friend.”

“Ashton-”

“It stings. It hurts. it’s...heartbreaking. But I mostly blame myself.” More tears lunged from his eyes, as I sat up and grabbed his cheeks, making sure to wipe them away as they fell, some being stopped by his growing beard.

“Don’t-don’t say that please...”

“But I do. I blame myself for taking you away from him and making you question your feelings. I blame myself for confusing you. I blame myself for taking you for my own when I didn’t even think about you, I practically took advantage of you. But mostly, I blame myself from breaking Calum’s heart.”

“W-what, do you mean? I broke him Ashton, I told him I didn’t love him when I did, it was all my fault you hear me?” He shook his head, shutting his eyes.

“No, he loved you even after all of that. And I, being the extremely selfish best friend, took his girl for myself, not even blinking an eye. And I miss him, I mean we’re Cashton. We’re best friends, bandmates, brothers. And now, I think I completely ruined our relationship for good.” He smothered his face into my palm, holding onto my hand for needed strength. I felt my own tears well up in my eyes, but held myself together for Ashton’s sake. Even though he couldn’t see me, I nodded my head to his request from before.

“I’ll do it, I’ll talk to him.” He cracked his eyes open, and began using his cotton tee to wipe around his tears. He sniffled a couple of times, before giving me a slight smile and a final kiss on the forehead.

“So I guess this is it, huh?” I asked questioningly.

“Unfortunately so.” He combed through my hair, staring at me the loving way he always has. This was the last time he’d be able to, this close, this intimately. 

“I’m going to catch up with the others. Let me know how things go with Calum please.” I nodded, watching him get up, grab his coat, and smile at me one last time before closing the door, leaving me and the Maori boy separated.

I had the courage from the fading liquor to fully open his door without a knock, and saw him lazily lounging on the bed with only his sweatpants on. The room was dark, except for his phone light on his face. I flipped the switch next to the door, and walked in further to shut the door. His eyes squinted, and he did not look at all pleased to see me of all people.

“I was trying to sleep.”

“Obviously not, you were on your phone.”

He huffed out a chuckle, and threw his phone against the plush chair in the corner of the room with enough force to see the veins in his bicep protrude. 

“Look, Calum I didn’t come in here to fight I came in to talk.”

“No, leave. Get out. I don’t even want to see you right now, I can’t look at you.”

“You have no problem looking at me when you’re basically tonguing Nia down in front of me, or giving me a death glare when I’m in Ashton’s arms!”

“Oh yeah how’s your little boyfriend? You’re little fuck buddy?”

“We just broke up Calum!” His eyes caught mine as he sat on the edge of his bed.

I strolled over to sit on the front of the bed, while he remained facing away from me on the side. “Calum, we’ve had our fair share of mistakes. I made the mistake of sleeping with Ashton while I still loved you. And even though he was different, my mind never strolled away from you. It’s always been you.” I tried to slowly lay my hand on his defined back, but he jumped up, swatting me away as if I were a fly.

“Don’t, touch me. You don’t get to come in here, tell me you love me and expect things to get better, none of what you said makes it any better, it doesn’t work that way!”

I couldn’t say anything, I knew I was the one in the wrong when it came to him and I. If I never would’ve told him I didn’t love him, and then try to jeopardize his new found relationship with my own selfish feelings, this all wouldn’t have unraveled this way.

“You’re the one who bailed, you’re the one who ran away from your feelings when I broke our most implemented rule. And besides the lying problem, we have this whole problem to fix! How are you going to solve it? If you really love me like you say you do, how do you plan to make things better!”

“Calum...I did something, so incredibly stupid and selfish of me. I lied to you, I slept with someone else to get over you, I ruined your obviously better relationship because of my own love for you which isn’t fair to you or Nia. And as much as I would jump at the chance to redo everything...I can’t.” My voice was now cracking at this point due to fast hot tears flowing down my cheeks.

“But in the end I know that what we have is so much better than any other connection we could have with anyone else. What we have is something more than just a good fuck here and there, it was a growing friendship and genuine love for one another. In reality you are my best friend Cal, and the only person I’ve ever felt anything like this before. I love you Calum...”

I swiftly grabbed his hand, and brought it to my lips but again he jumped even farther away from me.

“I won’t just fall limp in your arms like I always have this time Y/N! I have always came back to you! Not again! ” He pointed a solid pointer finger at me, emphasizing his words directly toward me. “I think you need to leave, and I think you should get back together with Ashton.” He slowly walked toward the door to open it for me, but I quickly got up and pulled his shoulder to look at me but he didn’t even flinch, but however did stop in his tracks.

“No, no Cal we can work this out, the love we have for each other will help us work this out, finally, together!”

“Well that love fading.” My heart cracked at his words, hearing that he could possibly be falling out of love with me because of my own actions completely ripped me apart.

“Look, we have to work this out. There’s got to be a way Calum...please...” I ran in front of him and placed my pleading hands on his visible pecks, feeling his rapidly beating heart against my palms. “I don’t know what to do without you, I have nothing without you. There’s a void in my heart that can only be filled with you, I need you so badly...” My crying eyes looked deep into his now deep brown ones, feeling as if our souls were connecting as his bottom lip began to quiver.

“I don’t know what I would do without these gorgeous arms that protected me and kept me safe,’ I placed a kiss on his bicep, ‘without these hands that kept mine warm even if your own were frozen,’ I kissed his fingers, ‘without this cheeks that held a smile so bright and alive that I didn’t need to look at another art piece in the world,’ I kissed his cheek, ‘without these eyes that spoke to me when words weren’t needed,’ I kissed his eyelashes, ‘and without your heart, your amazing love-filled heart Calum.” I ended with kissing his chest, my lips longing to stay on his heated skin. For a minute, I could feel him want to grab me and hold me there for eternity, afraid of ever losing me again, but instead, he just stayed lifeless in front of me, his arms staying down by his sides.

“I can’t do it...you’re so different from when I first met you, you’re like this completely different person I don’t even know anymore. Whenever I look at you, I see Ashton,,,lying above you like when I caught you two...” 

At this point, Calum Hood had finally cracked.

“Just like I’m sure you see Nia’s face when you look into mine...”

“No, Calum no. All I see is you. Your beautiful, fun loving, kind hearted soul. You’re the best person there is and I’ll always see you, as you.”

“These couple months have completely changed everything Y/N...whether you like it or not...I just can’t keep doing this with you. All the lying, the sleeping around, the putting yourself before anyone else.” I looked up at him, trying to find in his eyes if he was telling the truth. He was.

“I would have given up everything I have, for you. I would’ve put myself in danger before I let so much as a finger lay on you. But now...those feelings are fading, because for once I am going to put myself before anybody else. It’s my turn to have some happiness.”

I pulled away, hand covering my mouth while the other laid on my hip.

“But this can’t be it I mean...this can’t be the end of us Calum...”

His never left my figure as he took in my physique one last time. The way my hair fell onto one side as I flipped it, the way my foot twitched because of my anxiousness, the way I bit my nail trying to for-see what was to come after this moment.

“Then how come it is?”

And this was the moment, I finally cracked.

Part 7 if y’all really want to know how this ends! I left this at a stand off point, but I have plans for a part 7. This part actually made me choke up because this Friends scene kills me. Request loves!