#same deep inside. now get rid of the fucking BLACK..

[cinnabeat]

rememebred everyones kh3 outfits and now im annoyed again

[sweetshuga]

Roommates 7 ✧ CS [Finale]

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

roomie!chris! Finding the truth about your roommate—his dirty little secrets.

Everything went back to normal after your confrontation. You decided to forget about it all and go on about your day without thinking about the weird feelings you had developed.

Even so, you couldn’t ignore the way he would look at you sometimes – like he was checking you out – which the rational part of your brain kept telling you it was just your imagination and that you were delusional.

All the ground rules swirled in your mind like a broken record.

You can’t help but feel a small twinge of guilt when you remembered all the times you’ve broken the rules—without him knowing.

Rule number 1: Do not fall for each other.

You felt that spark you shouldn’t have felt.

Rule number 2: Do not invade each other’s privacy.

You eavesdropped his alone time.

Rule number 3: Do not touch each other’s belongings.

You took his camo tee.

Rule number 4: Don’t invite guests over after dark.

You let your friend come over despite it being late.

Rule number 5: Respect each other’s boundaries.

You went into his room while he was out.

Rule number 6: Do not lie to each other.

You lied through your teeth about not knowing where his camo tee was.

Rule number 7, the final rule: Clean up after yourself.

The final rule is the only one you haven’t broken yet, what to say, you were a bit of a clean freak after all. Chris, too, always kept his room tidy and cleaned after himself around the dorm.

𓆩♡𓆪

One evening, as you lounged on the couch, you felt a sudden feeling in your gut. You tried to shrug it off, thinking it was just a light stomach ache, but the feeling didn’t go away, only worsened.

Annoyed, you stood up—determined to get rid of the feeling. And as you walked, you couldn’t help but peek into Chris’ room; he had gone out.

Your stomach churned with nerves as you slowly let yourself in his room, yet again. You had broken the rule already, it wouldn’t hurt to break it again, right?

Your gaze landed on his bedside drawer, curiosity sparked within you as you took subconscious steps towards it. You wanted to know if that thong was still inside the drawer you previously found it in, and there it was, the same peach coloured frilly lacy thong.

You let out a small gasp as you checked the size and brand—it was without a doubt yours. You stared at the scrunched up fabric in your hands, questions flooded your head, the loudest one being, "why?" You echoed your thoughts out loud.

Looking around his room, you stood up, the thong clutched in your hands as you hesitantly opened his closet—only to find various polaroids of you and a few more of your lingerie.

The sight was almost too much to handle and you closed his closet, leaning against it, you murmured quietly, "what the fuck..." Confusion etched on your features.

You took a deep breath and turned around, facing the closet door once again and opened it. Crouching down as you inspected the polaroids. They were of you sleeping, looking away, cooking– he had taken them when you weren’t looking or paying attention.

"Jesus..." You breathed out, "what is all this?" Your hands reached for the lingerie. Pink lacy thongs, blue frilly ones, black g-strings—every one of them yours.

𓆩♡𓆪

Closing his bedroom door, you headed straight into your room. You plopped on your bed – looking up at the ceiling – with a drop in your gut. You only now knew who you were living under a roof with. A sick fucker, disguised by his good looks and innocent behaviour.

Despite your thoughts and the fright you felt, there was a small smile on your face—as if you were relishing in the newfound attention.

You weren’t as scared as you should’ve been, instead, his obsession with you seemed to make your heart race, in a sick, twisted way.

𓆩♡𓆪

When Chris arrived back to the dorm, he noticed that his room door was slightly ajar, and as he entered it, his heart dropped to the floor.

The things he so desperately wanted to hide – his dirty little secrets – were scattered all across his bed and floor. Lingerie and Polaroids adorning his once tidy room.

His heart raced with fear and excitement as he looked back at your bedroom door, closed but with a note stuck on it.

"I know."

𓆩♡𓆪

Rule number 7: Clean up after yourself.

You had left it messy, on purpose.

𓆩♡𓆪

rule. 1 2 3 4 5 6 Origin

wc. 754

note. English is not my first language—if you didn't catch on with my poor vocabulary and writing skills.

Isa's notes. This is the last part of the blurb series! But spoiler? I'm writing the full length fanfic to the series! Dunno when I'll finish it, let's just say I got a writers block kinda situation going on right now, sucks ass but yeah... At least this one is the longest in the series. And as much as I want to continue this series, the rules are limited sooo... Here we are, saying goodbye to roomie!chris, for now ♡

Also, the fact that the blurb series started off with a cute little fluff kinda thing to this? Plot twist hoes 😋

Taglist: @certified-sturniolo @sturnioloszn @ashlishes @slut4brunettes @wpcne8sr @ribread03 @poolover123 @h3arts4nat @freakbob15

xoxo 𓆩♡𓆪

© sweetshuga

[nanivinsmoke]

✩ Work it Out

✩ gym trainer!toji x fem!reader

accidents happen, right?

✩ tags: aphrodisiacs, mating press, multiple creampies, overstimulation, sensitivity, raw sex, rough sex, submissive toji, dominate reader, squirting, etc…

note: a little short, but it’s a good one !

it was an accident, right? you swore you checked the label. right?

then how come….no you surely hadn’t….

oh, you’re fucked. so very fucked.

you were at your trainer’s private gym, taking a break after your most intense workout—when your trainer, toji, asked you to run into his office to get his vitamins. "black bottle with a white label, should say Vitamin-A on it.” he told you, but when you got to his office, there were two bottles that met the criteria.

‘that helps a lot, toji.’ you said to yourself, trying to figure out which one he needed—but you weren’t given enough time to decide as he yelled for you to hurry up. so, you grabbed one of the bottles, grabbed two of the pink colored pills and raced back into the gym; giving him the pills.

little did you know, those were the wrong pills.

“let’s try benching 150 this time, I’ll spot you” Toji spoke and you immediately laid down onto the leather bench, while he stood over you; counting as you lifted the heavy weights.

but, as you kept your eyes on him, you could tell something was wrong—way wrong. you could see the perspiration glistening on his tan skin and how it looked like he was strained—not to mention the fat bulge shadowing your eyes.

you finished your set and immediately sat up afterwards. maybe you were hallucinating…was it always that big?

“let’s….—mhm—work on your squats” he grunted, holding back a moan that had crawled up his throat. you gave him a look before looking away, getting ready to start on your squats. he handed you two dumbbells and you got started, counting the sets as you moved.

toji watched you as your toned body moved up and down, his eyes slowly falling onto your ass; watching it jiggle as you bounced back up. he groaned again, and fixed himself underneath his dark grey calvin klein sweats—thoughts running rampant about how your ass would look bouncing on something st—what the fuck was going on with him? what did he take? he had to focus and get rid of that hard boner, he tried so hard to hide.

“your form is all wrong,” he grunted and stood behind you, holding your sides and spreading your feet apart—trying so hard to not cum in his spot.

“like this fushiguro?” you asked coyly, your cheeks brushing up against his cock—causing an unexpected orgasm to course through his body, making him cream his black underwear on the spot.

his deep blue eyes widened and he backed up from you, realizing what was happening now. “y/n, what did you give me?” you could hear whimper leave his mouth and you immediately put down the dumbbells, standing close to him—his musky scent overpowering your nose.

“hm? the vitamins you asked me to give you—what’s the matter?” you touched his bicep and he let out a low moan, making your eyes widen and something down below awaken inside you.

“did you ready the whole botttle—shit—you gave me an aphrodisiac!” now this time, your eyes were the one to widen. you back up and took a good look at the buff male—seeing how hard he was trying to maintain control of himself, but that control was weakening by the second.

“how was i supposed to know! your labeling fucking sucks and everything looks the same in your office!” you poked at his chest, your body unbelievably close to his, and the feeling of your body radiating heat against his—had him melting. he couldn’t fight it anymore, he had to cum; in you, on you and all over you.

he lowered his eyes down to your chest, his cock twitching in his pants; watching it bounce with each movement you made. you followed his trail and you couldn’t help but smirk as an idea popped up into your pretty little head.

“no use for you trying to wait this out, let me do what i can to make this alllll better,” you dragged out, grabbing his hand and leading him over to one of the benches. you raised up the side he laid on and kneeled down, becoming eye level with his raging boner. your mouth watered at the sight of his cock pressing against his cotton pants, eager to be released from its confinements.

there was many times where you fantasized about fucking your trainer—many times. he was hot and was just your type, everything about him oozed sex and you just wanted to see what it was all about.

toji said nothing, lidded eyes watching you push down his sweat pants, and peeling his stained briefs along with it—causing him to hiss, the coolness from the hair combining with his cream coated cock—sent chills on his lower half. but you payed no attention to that, your focus was on some thing else—his fat cock they sprang to life in front of you; nearly hitting you in the face.

“so big…!” you moaned softly, thighs pressing together as you watched it jump slightly; mouth salivating at the sight. you wasted no time and tore off your shirt, and slipped him right underneath your sports bra—and right between your soft plushy mounds.

he let out a low growl, cock twitching and spurting out another milky white load right across your breasts. the affects of the aphrodisiacs had left him sensitive and vulnerable—the perfect recipe to make your cunt gush.

with a swipe of your finger, you took a nice slather of his cum and slipped it right into your mouth—moaning at the bitter, yet sweet taste.

“good boyyy. gna give me two more all over my pretty tits?” he nodded, biting his lip and watching you squeeze his cock between your tits; the softness from them, driving him insane. your gripped them, bringing them up and down onto his cock—his flush pink tip disappearing and reappearing each time.

the mix of your cum and sweat added a nice lubricant against your soft breasts, making it feel like nirvana for him, and the older male couldn’t help but cum once more—a thicker load splurting out on your soft body. you hummed and continued to work your boobs around him, this time you wrapped your mouth around his wet tip—giving him the best blow job he’s ever had. everything about this was mind blowing and thanks to the aphrodisiac; he was cumming another load onto you—a loud primal growl leaving his lips, his seed flowing down your throat; swallowing it completely.

you pulled away with a loud pop noise, a trail of spit with a mix of his cum followed your plump lips—face showing nothing but sheer arousal when you did. you pulled your cum coated tits away from his still hard cock, unzipping the sports bra in back; before letting it fall to the ground. he watched as you peeled your biker shorts off, the fabric clinging to your plush—muscled skin—before making a home on the gym’s wooden floors.

the small strip of fabric, you called panties, was coated with your essence—sticking to your slick coated lips as you slowly peeled it off and tossed it in your small clothing pile. you climbed onto the bench with him and hovered over his throbbing cock, a line of spit dropping out of your mouth and onto his shaft, which you rubbed on it—adding more wetness to it.

“im on birth control, so you can cum inside me as many times as you’d like~” grabbing his veiny shaft and guiding it to your entrance, spreading your lips apart and pushing him deep inside. you let out a breathy moan to hide the pain that followed, as he filled you up to the brim with nothing but his fat dick.

toji groaned and his hands immediately went to your hips, his own bucking upwards to hit the deepest part of you—tummy starting to bulge from his cock. “fuck…” you let out, holding onto his arms before remembering that you were in control here—you were going to make him cum repeatedly until he couldn’t no more.

quickly getting used to his girth, you got up on your tip toes and began to ride him; his grip on your hips falling and his pretty purple eyes rolled back into his head. “gonna cum for me already? so sensitive baby….”

you rolled your hips, his dick rubbing against your spot—making a strew of moans fly from your lips. a lewd squelching noise began to echo throughout the gym, along with the faint clinking of the bench the two of you were currently fucking on. his dick twitched inside of you and you rocked your hips faster, bringing another orgasm to crash down onto him.

“y/n…..!~” he groaned out making your clit throb, his voice an absolute turn on for you.

you continued to ride him, milking every last grip from him—not sparing him some time to recover before his next one came. the fat, squishiness of your ass felt amazing each time it hit his potent balls, driving the both of you insane. he could feel your walls spasming and he pushed your torso down onto his, jackhammering your cunt anew.

curse after curse you let out, babbling incoherent words while you creamed all over his dick—orgasm hitting you hard, while he continued to pound you. and after your body shook repeatedly, he sat and up and flipped the two of you over—your back now pressed against the warm leather.

“wait! toji, I just—FUCK!”

your legs were spread apart, while his cock was pushed so deep inside of you—his ball hit your sloppy cunt each time he pumped. he couldn’t take it anymore, you wanted to drain his cock? he was going to fuck you absolutely stupid.

“running from it? tch, what was all that shit you pulled earlier?” he pulled your hips back as you tried to wiggle away, grunting; his face serious while his scarred lips fixed into a smirk.

“too m-much….fuck—take some out,~” he ignored your request, his face between your pretty tiddies as he continued to train your pussy. he was going to train and mold your cunt just like he’s been doing with your body the last couple of weeks, so she could fit around him and him only.

“gna fuhcum’ sooo much for yyyou” toji couldn’t help but chuckle at how you sounded, so drunk off his cock.

“go ahead. cum for me like a good girl and I’ll make your tummy full of my cum, that’s what you want?” you nodded, grabbing your feet so he could reach deeper inside of your cunt. you needed all of him.

with a few more hard pumps, you were seeing white—back arching off the bench, cunt gushing clear streams of your essence—splashing against his balls and his stomach. and now he was at his limit, no longer wanting to fight against the euphoric feeling the pills gave him—he gave you once last load; pumping your pretty pussy with thick white ropes.

his huge body shook, before he pulled out of you; some of his cum landing onto your stomach; warning the sweaty, pudgy skin.

big, rough hands gave your leaking pussy a smack—before they wrapped around you and picked you up; leading you to the gym’s showers—so he could clean you up and the two of you could go a few more rounds after that.

[saeist]

a/n: cant believe bakugo is 24 now lol

you've seen him around for the past few weeks now. every weekend at your local laundry shop, doing laundry like any normal person would

black tank top and ripped jeans. his usual go-to outfit when you see him. it should be a crime how his biceps would involuntarily flex when he picks up his laundry basket from the floor

he meets your eye for the first time and he smiles for a brief second. you could only muster a small wave at the sudden interaction but yet the way he smiled managed to pierce your heart like you were a teenager all over again

who is this man?

a week passes and you see him again at his usual spot in the laundromat, washing machine number 17. he is wearing the exact same thing the last time you saw him. you're starting to think that was his laundry uniform

the hot hunk looks up from his laundry and meets your eye again. this time he flashes a wink as his form of greeting

he laughs and you hear it loud and clear when you busied yourself into your own load of laundry, hiding your now blushing face from the hot hunk behind you

this was your second interaction since and you're starting to think it would be the perfect time to introduce yourself

you take a deep breath and muster all your courage to turn around and face the stranger. ready to introduce yourself and ask for his number

when you turn around, his back was facing you. perfect, he won't notice you coming near him.

you slowly make your way to the other side of the laundromat. the closer you got to him, the more your heart beats louder and louder against your chest

"excuse me.." you say, fiddling with your fingers when you finally reach him. the hot hunk doesn't say anything and continues to do his laundry.

weird, did he not hear me?

"uh, excuse me" you repeat, this time a little louder. still, he didn't budge. you then notice that he had his earphones on.

how embarrassing

you are about to take your leave when hottie mcdreamy suddenly turns around and takes a bud out of his ear

"did you say something?" he asks, leaning down a bit to hear you better

you open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. you must've looked like a fish out of water just looking at him with eyes wide, mouth agape

the stranger waits patiently as you calm yourself. he gets rid of his earphones and tucks them inside the front pocket of his jeans

"i'm baku-"

"here's my number!" you blurt out, cutting him off by accident

a moment of silence passes by. only the sound of whirrs and burrs from the washing machines evident in the room

"sorry?" the stranger stifles in his laughter when it finally registers to you on what you just said

"oh my god" you breathe out, a hand flying to your mouth when you realized you just fucked yourself over. it's over y'all. you just lost your chances into bagging this hot mess in front of you

"i'll take it, don't worry. but you gotta tell me your name first" the hot stranger laughs heartily. it honestly sounded like music to your ears and you were not complaining

"i'm bakugo. you?" he holds his hand out for you to shake. to which you do, obviously

"y/n.."

"well y/n, if you don't mind me asking, can i have your number too?" bakugo flashes you his signature smile. the same smile he gave you the first time you two made eye contact

you didn't just score his number that day but maybe a date too

[jwanniie]

G!p stepmom Yujin x fem!reader

Part one , part two

Request!

Warnings: cheating (ughhhh), slight baby trapping, wlw marriage, almost got caught, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy), age gap, backshots, rough penetration, not proofread, p in v, slight manipulation, basically porn with plot, make out session, nasty sex and just filthy smut!!😮‍💨

Word count: 1,4k

After the previous event that happened between you and Yujin, You both started fucking like rabbits. She taught you new things, how to suck her the way she likes it, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, cockwarming, basically a whole 101.

It was crazy how fast you learned how to please her and even crazier how your cunt was as tight as before at the way she fucked you, maybe even tighter.

There was few times where she used a condom, and there was also few times where she was raw hammering her tip against your cervix, but then she would deprive you from her creamy essence. Cumming on your back and chest. The only time she filled you up was on the first fuck-session with her, and you felt like on cloud 9.

You wished she would just toss away that rubber material, and just abuse your pussy with her big cock and fill you up. But she seemed so enthusiastic to use that useless roll up thing.

You knew that she is your stepmom and that she literally is married to your mother so she obviously just wants a fast fuck session till her wife comes back and then she would forget about you. What you didn’t know however was that she was as desperate as you, to throw that rubber material away.

She just thought that you are still young and that you probably don’t want to start overthinking about the risk of you getting pregnant with her child. So it was just something she had to accept, even tho feeling your spongy walls squeeze around her raw cock would drive her insane and make her cum three times faster, but she had to accept your wish that you didn’t even verbalize.

You had to take matters into your own hand, you went to her bedside table and opened the drawer. You took the two packs of condoms and went out to throw them in the street trash so she definitely won’t find them anywhere. You already stopped taking your birth control so that’s done and now you got rid of the condom packs so everything is under your control.

It wasn’t long till Yujin came back from work. She stepped inside the apartment and saw you on the couch laying comfortably. Your eyes traveled to her form, she looked breathtaking, a layer of sweat on her forehead, her other hand holding her black leather bag, the first two buttons unbuttoned while her was hanging loose.

You just wanted to suck the life out of her, take her balls into your mouth while the head of her cock was shoved down your throat, making her beg for more and gasp for air, but that was other days plan. Now you just wanted her buried deep inside you, spilling her cum inside your womb.

She walked towards the couch, sinking down on the space left, before searching for your face to pepper you with kisses. Her lips danced against yours, she pulled you onto her lap, you now straddling her. Your one hand was wrapped around her throat while the other cupping her face. Her hands were on the lower of your back. Massaging the area slowly.

It didn’t take long till the kiss got sloppy and messy, her saliva and your saliva drooling down your chin. To some people this was nasty and disgusting, but the both of you loved every second of it.

Yujin couldn’t say that she was dissatisfied with her bed life with your mother, but she definitely wasn’t satisfied either. Your mom hitting her way too often with ‘we are too old for this!’ And sticking with the boring same routine. She lost her mind over you, you were something so pure, ready to get ruined by her, all of your firsts with her,youthful, ready to experience new things, be freaky and wild. She hated the sentence we are too old, because she wasn’t old, and besides your mom was about 11 years older than her. She was about ten years older than you,not the craziest age gap but not the most common either.

Yujin wrapped her arms around your inner thighs before lifting you up and standing to walk towards the bedroom. She laid you down on the bed before opening the drawer, her expression turned from lust to annoyance pretty fast. She let out a loud growl, looking down at her hard on then back at you.

The condoms were not there so she had to go and buy them, and what shop is open at this time? Your eyes met hers, and you slid the already lose tie off her neck and started unbuttoning her blouse. She stopped your hands from continuing “We ran out of condoms and no shop is open now.” She felt bad for denying you but she wasn’t risking it. Her dick could wait till tomorrow.

“We don’t need one!” You smiled seductively before spitting out in a sultry tone. You yanked her hand away before continuing to unbutton her blouse. She looked back at you like you grew two heads.

“Are you sure? We can wait till tomorrow.” She reassured you, hoping that you are not feeling pressured to do anything. All of these thoughts were wiped once you lightly squeezed her hard on. A husky groan fell from her lips, her head thrown back. She tossed the last piece of clothing before ripping off the black silky night gown off you. The violated material now on the floor.

She took a grasp of your hips and flipped you over, face down ass up. Her bare cock having contact with your slick panties, she rubbed her angry red tip on the fabric, resulting more precum to spill out and more of your wetness to gush out.

With one motion your panties were next to the ripped night gown. She smeared her precum all over your slit, before pushing inside your velvety walls. A loud moan escaped your vocal cords. Your hands were gripping the sheets for dear life.

She started thrusting herself inside you roughly, hitting the sweet spongy spot inside you over and over. A ring of your wetness increasing with every thrust on her base.

She gripped your hip bone harshly, her nails piercing through your skin. While the bed rocked with every thrust of her hip.

Your ass jiggled with every movement, skin slapping sounds were echoing through the walls. While you fucked yourself back on her.

Your hips meeting each other and a loud stinging slap was landed on your ass cheek. You let out a whimper. Her hips actions were stopped at the ringing sound of her phone, and tears formed in your eyes while she let out another annoyed groan the same she let out earlier.

She picked her phone only to see that it was your mom, a rush of excitement flood through her before whispering next to your ear.

“It’s your mom, be quiet for me princess, yeah?”

You nodded hastily, putting a hand over your mouth to make sure you won’t let out a sound.

“Hi baby, everything good over there?” Yujin said in the most sickely sweet way ever, acting like she isn’t fucking her wifes daughter.

“Yeah, love. Just wanted to ask how you and y/n are doing, is everything ok?”

“Me and y/n are doing amazing, miss you so much!!” Yujin started rubbing her tip on your cervix. Why are you this quiet?? Isn’t she fucking you good enough?? She yanked your hair, a gasp came out from you. She wrapped a hand around your throat, forcing you to lay your head on her shoulder. Moans were threatening to come out from you at the way she was so soundlessly pounding your aching pussy. You weren’t paying attention to the conversation, the only thing on your mind was her hips thrusting in you.

She spit on your neck before licking a stripe up, you let out a whine. She bid her last goodbyes to your mother before hanging up. Her relentless pace was back on, her mouth was nibbling on the sensitive skin of your neck.

The pleasure was unbearable and overwhelming and with that your watery substance tried push her cock out. The clench of your pussy sent her over the edge and she spilled her seed deep inside your womb. A satisfied moan came out from your lips. Deep slumber took over the both of you.

[mangoposts]

WHO’S YOUR DADDY?

C.S 🔞

My arms are comfortable in their rightful spot around Chris’ shoulders, my fingers playing with stray curls peeking under his beanie while i straddle him. The view of his icy eyes from under me sending a shudder to run through my spine as i lock my eyes with his and lean down to swipe my tongue across his bottom lip, sucking on it and biting down on it as he watches through hooded eyes. Without a second thought, i slip my tongue into his warm mouth and allow it to roam inside. His tongue moving to suck on my own as his hands rub my hips and push them down towards his clothed dick. Absentmindedly, i grind my hips down against his somewhat roughly and slow, earning a groan from him when i break the kiss. He lifts my hips up, my pelvic bone near his chest as i stand straight while straddling his lap. I feel his fingers dig into the waistband of my pants, pulling them down and i grip his shoulders to help him slide them off of me before he slings them across his bedroom. His hands immediately roaming my lower body and landing back on my ass, rubbing it before kneading at the skin and slapping it harshly, once and then twice before gripping it again and looking up at me,

“Who’s your daddy, huh?” He bites down on his lower lip to stop his teasing grin from showing. I chuckle before tugging at the back of his hair, earning myself another extra harsh slap to my backside when he doesn’t get a response. I gasp out and grip his shoulders to keep myself steady before lowering my hips back down to meet his, this time swiveling my barely clothed pussy against his crotch. The material of his pants rubbing against my clit and making me moan,

“You are.” I whisper before reconnecting our lips, feeling his smirk against my mouth and his hands wrap around my back, holding me closer to him before leaning forward and laying me back against his mattress. Now having the upper hand above me without breaking the kiss once. His hands roam my back to my ribs and up to my chest, squeezing my tits from under my thin T-shirt and pinching at my nipples making me gasp into his mouth. His smirk deepens and he pulls away to place quick kisses down my chin and to my neck, stopping right above my collarbone to suck on the skin harshly. Making me tingle inside and rub my thighs together subconsciously, which he notices.

“Want daddy to touch you, mama?” He mumbles against my neck, tickling me unknowingly. I bite down on my lip before nodding, reaching my hand up to remove his beanie and toss it across the room then allowing myself to thread my hands in his hair and pull his lips impossibly closer to my body.

“Say it or you get nothing.” He pauses his actions completely, still staring deep into my eyes with that teasing smirk plastered onto his face. His cock rock hard at the thought of hearing his girlfriend call him daddy. I stare back at him, grabbing his hand and placing it atop of my clothed core,

“Yes daddy. Please touch me.” My voice comes out more seductively than i’d intended, and i watch as Chris’ eyes roll a bit to the back of his head before he bites down on his bottom lip harder.

“Fuck.” He groans, rubbing his thumb against my clit and massaging my tit with his other hand before dipping back down to nip at my neck. The lace material of my panties adding an extra stimulation causing me to shiver and whine out with both of his hands and lips on me. My hand is still in his hair while the other one makes its way down towards his crotch, playing with the string of his pants before untying it and dipping my hand past them to massage his hard bulge through his black briefs. He exhales heavily, his breath hitting the skin of my neck as he grinds into my touch slightly before pulling away and properly ridding of his pants and briefs, turning his attention back to me and doing the same, reaching into my panties and pulling them down my legs. He returns to his position to hover over me before planting a chaste kiss to my lips and leaning in by my ear,

“Turn over on all fours for me, ma.” I do as he says instantly, tossing my shirt off and spreading my thighs further apart once i get into position. I feel the mattress dip behind me as his hands meet the skin of my ass once again. Gripping it before landing his hand down against it again, slapping hard. The sound of the slap echoing off the walls and making me flinch harder than the pain itself.

I grip the sheets below me as a whimper falls past my lips uncontrollably, grinding my hips back to rub against his dick. Another whine is ripped from me when he places another harsh slap to my backside, enjoying the reactions i’m giving him from each smack. The pain doesn’t last too long before i feel the tip of his dick rubbing at my clit, spreading my pooling wetness around with it and prodding it into my hole. He pushes in the tip before pulling out and slapping his cock against my clit teasingly, the harsh grip on my backside and my hips from his other hand unfaltering. My back arches further, my ass pressing back against his dick covered in my essence as I let out more whines in need, desperate for his cock filling me up.

“Please, Chris.” I plead, still trying to wiggle my hips toward his dick in hopes he’d cave. His hand swats down once more, harder than ever before this time as the sting from his palm flows through me like tiny needles. Making my face heat up as i swallow thickly, my throat drying from the shallow breaths i was inhaling.

“Please, who?” He says slowly, rubbing his hand over the tender skin and pressing his dick against my pussy.

“Please, daddy. Give it to me. please.” He smirks once more at how fucked out I sound already, admiring the red tint he’d imprinted into my skin.

“Oh, i’ll give it to you.” He says simply before shoving his cock into me and bottoming out completely, stilling for just a moment to get a harsher grip on my hips before ramming his dick into me. Immediately feeling the tip of his cock against the most sensitive apart inside of me making long, drawn-out whines slip past my lips as my face falls against his sheets, arching my back deeper and allowing him better access.

“You were made for me, right baby?” He says in between thrusts, already sounding breathless as his hips smash against mine repeatedly. The sheets under me needing to be changed by how slack my jaw is, drool creeping out past my mouth and onto his bed sheets.

“Yes. fuck, was made just for you daddy.” I breathe out, gripping the material under me as my cheek presses deeper into his mattress. I feel his hands continue to roam my body as he leans down and wraps his hand around my throat, pressing his lips directly next to my ear as his dick slips impossibly further into me. My pussy is clenching tightly around his cock from his hands on my throat, wanting desperately for him to choke me harder.

“Say it again.” He murmurs, his breath hitting the shell of my ear and making me shiver in his hold.

I can tell how turned on he is by the nickname, his thrusts becoming rougher and his actions getting cockier. Becoming drunk off of the way the word ‘daddy’ rolls off my tongue.

“Shit, keep fucking me daddy. Pl-please. My pussy was made for you.” The whimpers flying out of my mouth and the desperation in my tone is inevitable when he grants my wish without asking, gripping my throat tighter and showing off the veins on the back of his hand while he fucks into me faster. His other hand wrapping around me to rub at my clit while I continue to claw at his sheets and cry out, subconsciously grinding back into him to meet his thrusts and slip his cock to penetrate further inside of me.

“Yeah baby? This pussy was made for me? What a smart lil girl you are. So good to me baby.” I can’t even process the words he’s speaking as I feel my orgasm approaching, the pit of my stomach beginning to tingle and my face heating as my breath picks up rapidly.

“Chris-C-Chris.” I warn, not that he needs me to, the way i’m clenching against his dick and panting like a dog is a tell on its own, Chris nods to himself in understanding before realizing I can’t see his expression.

“You wanna cum baby? Cum on daddy’s dick? Huh?” His own breathing his picking up now, his thrusts becoming animalistic and desperate and I know he’s chasing his own orgasm as well. Tasting it on the tip of his tongue as he continues to blabber out,

“Be my good lil slut, cum for daddy.” He says, biting down on my shoulder as he anticipates his fast approaching orgasm. His words drove me up the wall, making my own orgasm wash over me 10x faster than I’d expected and wiping me out completely. I’m chanting his name like a prayer and stuttering out incoherent sentences neither of us could understand, my brain turning to mush as he continues sloppily thrusting into me before I feel his dick twitch and his cum shoot inside of me. His mouth hangs open as he groans and I feel his lips against the side of my face, holding me as close to him as possible by my neck while he rides out his orgasm. Stilling for a moment as he peppers the side of my face with quick kisses and he pulls his dick out, groaning once more when he feels some of his cum leaking out and dripping down my stomach. My legs give out when he leans down on top of me, his body weight laying against my back comforting me while suffocating me all at once.

“You’re killing me Chris, get off.” I huff, trying to catch my breath while he reciprocates my actions.

He lifts his body off of me and lands another smack towards my ass, making me gasp in surprise and following it with a loud groan.

“Meet me in the shower, I ain’t done with you.”

a/n : Started to hate this less than half way in and it shows 😬

[rockstarhaechan]

after hours | lee haechan part 1.

pairing: lee haechan x fem!reader

warnings: rockstar hyuck, fwb, smut, cum eating, choking, fingering, oral (m/ receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex (do not), overstimulating, breeding kink, rest of nct dream being mentioned, alcohol & drugs, angst, car sex, pet names (doll, love, darling)

summary: haechan and his band mates were having a lot of concerts in your area, you two always hooked up in the after hours of his concerts, recklessly getting drunk and high, you’ve got fucked by the universe when you started to catch feelings for him.

next part !

the crowd was cheering, lights flickering and you’re in the front, looking at the most attractive guy you’ve ever seen.

lee haechan.

he was the main singer in his band, the rest of them look majestic as well but he always stood out from everyone else.

liner black, framing his eyes perfectly, smudged eyeshadow.

multiple rings on his fingers, jeans ripped and his shirt was hanging loose from his chest.

“how are the hot ladies feeling tonight” haechan screamed into his microphone, eyes meeting yours.

the two of you have been friends with benefits for a long time, but like haechan always says with no strings attached!

works fine till now because you mostly only spend the after hours with haechan and his band mates, mostly just haechan though.

end result of being alone with haechan resulted into his dick being buried deep inside you, making it almost impossible to not fall for him.

being able to resist for a while longer made you happy, like you achieved a certain goal of self confidence, but haechan was thinking otherwise.

he should’ve ended it with you instead of just letting you in all the time, same as today’s gonna be.

when reality hit him, standing on the stage eyes locked with yours while he licked his lips he knew that it’s gonna be the exact same in the after hours.

the end of the concert was near, haechan signaling you to come backstage, basically to just fuck you senseless once again.

you’re slowly making your way backstage, as someone held your arm stopping you from walking any further.

“where are you going?” the random guy asked you, still holding onto your arm, not letting go.

“i’m meeting haechan, he told me to go backstage” you spoke the truth, but the man wasn’t going to let you go, standing in the way not letting you past him, until someone spoke up.

“let her through, she’s with me” haechan stated to him and then he finally let you through the little door in the back, to finally meet haechan & the rest of the boys.

some time has passed, almost everyone was tipsy or either high from the joint that has been passing by every now and then.

unable to feel your legs while sitting on haechan’s lap, laughing.

you felt like you’re on cloud 9, but this is a normal thing.

getting drunk and high with haechan and his band mates happens almost every weekend, sometimes even on weekdays when they invite you to a bar concert.

“you wanna come home with me?” haechan whispered in your ear while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling at you.

you just nodded, not wanting to talk right now but haechan slowly got up letting you fall off his lap.

wobbly legs, stumbling a little over your own feet.

haechan started guiding you to his car walking arm in arm with you, not letting go of you for any second.

“do you know how horny you make me” haechan told you while his hand slowly moved down to your waist pulling you closer to him, almost making you fall over.

he opened the car door for you, letting you get into the car first before he joined you on the backseat.

hands roaming over your body, resting on your waist before locking his lips on your, tongues playing with each other while soft moans escape your lips.

“can we get rid of this?” he tugged on your shirt before draping it over your head throwing it in the front seat.

“you’re so gorgeous doll” was the only thing you’ve heard before he went back to kissing you, his hands? they were now flat on your thighs squeezing harshly every now and then.

“hyuck, if you continue like this i’m gonna cum on the spot” you broke the kiss to let him know what exactly he’s been doing to you but he only chuckled and laughed at you with a small “that’s my plan” before his right hand traveled under your skirt playing with your clit through your panties.

“so wet already? damn doll and we haven’t even started yet” he purred out wrapping his finger around your waistband to move your skirt up.

you noticed how he slowly started to fuck you with 2 of his fingers, his rings which are touching your skin are cold making you shiver a little.

moaning out his name loudly, while he picked up his pace, curling his fingers with every swift motion he’s been doing. haechan knew exactly what he has to do to make you cum cause without any doubt he knew you better than anyone else.

“n-need to cum” was the only thing you’ve been able to get out in between your moans, body aching from your upcoming climax but haechan helped you reach it and ride it out on his fingers.

while you tried to catch your breath, haechan had other plans for the night, quickly unbuttoning his pants before lifting you up a little to pull them down revealing his cock which is leaking pre cum.

you’re slowly sinking down, the tip pushing into you making you catch your breath adjusting to his size. this wasn’t the first time you’ve been fucking with each other but you always had to get used to his size.

“move whenever you’re ready darling” he placed a little kiss on your lips as his hands rested on your hips softly pressing his fingers into your flesh groaning as you gently began to move your body upwards and then gently back down, hands resting on his shoulders.

“fuck hyuck” you breathed out moaning his name a little too often. the after hours of his concerts got you and haechan really close, always ending up in those situations, but you couldn’t care less about whatever is happening cause you couldn’t complain either.

his grip on your hips tightened as he slammed your body down on his lap leaving you breathless as you tried to catch your breath once again.

“i’m gonna cum doll lemme cum into you” he groaned out as he buckled his hips picking up an insane pace, pounding into your dripping cunt, fucking you senseless.

“cum with me doll” you felt his dick twitching inside of you as you reached another climax, arching your back crying out loudly.

the both of you sat on the backseat of his car, panting in and out, windows fogged up. haechan looked you right in the eyes as he pulled his pants back up, closing his buttons before reaching out to grab your shirt from the front seat.

“you wanna stay in the backseat or you wanna come to the front with me love?” he smiled at you before opening the back door as you climbed into the front, right when you wanted to sit down haechan slapped your ass playfully letting out a small laugh.

“that’s rude” you laughed out, putting the seatbelt on while resting your feet on the front console of the car plugging your phone into the aux, playing after hours by the weeknd.

“what are we gonna do when we get home doll?” he asked you as he turned on the engine, waiting for your answer.

“what about round two?” looking at him while grinning, he pressed down on the gas pedal, eyes locking with yours.

“round two sounds great doll” he smiled before looking at the road again while holding your hand.

[moonyeyedstar]

Day 28: Barty Crouch Jr. x Evan Rosier x Regulus Black x f!Reader smut

*18+* Kinktober Day 28: Barty Crouch Jr. x Evan Rosier x Regulus Black x f!reader- Collarwearing/Degrading/Choking/Overstim/Facial

*guys the characters are always 18+ i mean ngl i view them as 21+ when its marauders era to be honest -even tho they were dead in their 20s :(  - because I want them older than me but like even if they are in school its more so like hogwarts is a college I just wanted it out there just in case because like someone asked me and I realized it might not be obvious to everyone also do not try this at home, I don’t know if I need to say that, I just mean be safe please and thanks!*

“Oh piss off,” you laughed as you threw yourself onto Regulus’s bed.  The four of you had just gotten back from a party in the common room, the firewhisky warming you between your thighs.

“I’m so fucking horny,” Barty groaned and began to slip off his shirt to freshen up.

“What else is new?”  Regulus smirked to himself, unable to fight back his cheeky smile, earning a laugh out of you and Evan, but Barty gave Regulus a whip with his t-shirt

“You weren’t brave enough to talk back last night,” Barty raised his eyebrows, looking down at Regulus, leaving him choked up and flustered.

“Is that true, Reggie?”  You giggled and leaned into his side, placing a lazy kiss on the soft skin of his cheek.

“Course it’s true,” Barty scoffed cockily while Regulus himself was too embarrassed to answer.

“Yeah, it is,” Evan shrugged, as he kicked off his trainers.  “Accidentally walked in on them, was kinda hot.”

“Oh yes, do tell, Rosier,” you instigated.

“Stop it,” Regulus groaned, burying his beet-red face in the crook of your neck.

“How about I show you instead?”  Barty smirked and began to undo his belt.  You swallowed hard but just nodded, needing him now more than ever.

“Are you serious?”  Evan raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

“Strip.”  Everyone followed Barty’s command instantly.  You quickly rid yourself of your clothing, your panties wet from your aching desire.  “You lot are so eager,” he smirked to himself.  “Here is what is going to happen, so listen closely.  We are all going to finish on that pretty little face of hers and treat her like the whore we all know she is deep deep down in that pretty chest of hers.  Do we understand?”  Barty asked his mates, and they nodded eagerly.  Your cheeks flushed, and you played with your hands in your lap.  Your excitement rivaled your nervousness. 

“She needs a safe word,” Regulus reminded, recalling the night before.  

“Right, she can pick,” Barty smirked. 

“Red?”  Your cheeks grew the same color as the word.  

“Perfect,” Evan smirked to himself, his cock already hard.  

“Regulus, get her in the collar since you’re the most familiar with it,” Barty teased Regulus, loving the way he could degrade him just to have Regulus crawling back and begging for more.  

Regulus didn’t answer, but he quickly searched for the collar and clasped it safely around your throat, a metal chain attached to the back of it.  You had no idea what you were in for, but you couldn’t wait to find out.

“Hands and knees,” Barty commanded, and you quickly did as told.  Your arousal was dripping down the inside of your thigh.  Regulus ran his fingers up the inside of you thigh, stopping right before your cunt and collecting your wettness on his fingers before bringing them to Barty’s mouth.  Barty quickly took Regulus’s fingers into his mouth, rolling his tongue around and between them, lapping up every last drop of your essence as he let out a guttural moan.  “Fucking Hell you taste so good,” Barty spoke as he licked his lips after he came off of Regulus’s fingers with a pop.

“Thank you,” your cheeks were burning up, you needed to be touched.

“Can Reggie and I have a taste?”  Evan asked, but before you could nod, Barty had already answered.

“Yes, but don’t be greedy,” Barty pumped himself slowly.

“Yes, Sir,” Regulus nodded, perfectly trained to Barty’s demands.  You sank a little bit lower to bring more space between your thighs before they took turns.  Regulus went first, running the tip of his tongue from the middle of your inner thigh up to your cunt, letting himself indulge a bit longer than he was supposed to as he lapped at your cunt for a few moments.

“Oh fuck,” you threw your head back in pleasure you were so longing to feel.

“Enough, Regulus!”  Barty’s voice was sharp.  Regulus whimpered and quickly pulled away, bringing his wrist to his face, but before he could wipe himself dry, Barty grasped his arm, pulling him into his chest before sending his free hand to tangle in Regulus’s soft, dark hair to bring him into a deep and heated kiss.  You felt yourself dripping at the sight of them.

“My turn,” Evan smirked to himself before lapping up your other thigh.  A shudder shot down your spine, your movement urging Barty to tug on the chain, choking you gently.

“Oh, Evan,” you moaned softly, your thighs trembling around his face.

“Oh, princess,” he chuckled and pulled back before pressing his fingers into your cunt and curling them rhythmically.

“Oh, yes!”  You cried out, your back arching.  Barty tugged on the chain again before nodding to Regulus.

“Fuck her mouth, baby,” Barty instructed and he tossed a vibrator to Evan.  He placed it on your clit as he continued to fuck your cunt with his fingers.

“Fucking Hell,” you moaned as you took Regulus into your mouth, bobbing your head eagerly around him.  Barty stood over the three of you, tugging on the metal chain as it pleased him most.  You felt so damn good.

It only took a few minutes for Regulus to be shaking as he pulled out and finished all over your face.  The feeling of his hot, sticky seed coating your face made your walls spasm and finish around Evan’s fingers.

“Oh, baby,” Barty teased Regulus, “you came so much,” he chuckled, demeaningly.

“S-Sorry,” he looked down at you, all flushed.  You couldn’t even answer because before you knew it, Evan’s thick length was down your throat.  You choked around his size, another orgasm rolling throughout your body from the overstimulation.  You bobbed your head lazily as saliva dripped down your chin.

“Fuck, baby,” Evan groaned as he bucked his hips, practically fucking your mouth.  Barty kept a tight rein on the chain.  “Such a tight throat,” he moaned as he used your mouth, following his orders from Barty and finishing on your face a few minutes later.  You were spent.  Every muscle in your body was twitching, and you came for what could have been the thousandth time.  Tears were rolling down your sticky cum coated cheeks, and you still had Barty to satisfy.

“Ready for me, princess?”  Barty teased as he pressed his tip to your red, slick, swollen lips. 

“Mmhm,” you muffled your response, unable to speak.

“Such a good little slut,” he smirked to himself as he nodded towards Regulus to pull the chain back while his hand intertwined in your hair, choking you the most you had been all night.  You cried out around Barty as he held your head in place with his grip and fucked your throat brutally.  Evan caressed your bum as your bottom half shook from another orgasm while Regulus held the chain in place.

“Fuck, Barty,” you cried out inaudiably around his cock.  Tears streaming down your cheeks.  You felt so guilty for enjoying it as much as you were.

“Such.  A.  Perfect.  Little.  Whore.”  Barty spoke between each ruthless thrust before pulling out and painting your face just like the others.  He pulled back, and Regulus released the chain.  You collapsed on the floor, panting as Evan and Regulus cleaned you up, falling fast asleep, only to want more the next morning.    

// sorry I know its not great I’ve been having trouble getting out of my funk

[cevans-is-classic]

18+ Only. Warnings: Semi-sexual content, language, reference to violence.

My very first Homelander fic! If you'd like to read more of my stuff, read on.

Masterlist One

Masterlist Two

Masterlist Three

Part Two: Listen To Me

He’s frustrated

He clenches his fists until the seams feel tight — ready to burst. 

Every word that comes out of Deep’s mouth brings him closer to burning right through his stomach. 

This should have been over. 

All of it.

 Everyone should be on their fucking knees for him. This whole goddamn place belongs to him — he is in charge. 

Something twists into his chest, a swelling feeling choking him. His lungs felt tight, straining with every slow breath he tried to take. They’re going to pop. His lungs are going to explode. Way to discover how he can die, don’t ya think? 

The Great Homelander — killed by his fucking lungs. 

“- I don’t think that. I know it.” Sage’s voice dragged him out of his head. At least as out of his head as he can get. 

“Homelander-” 

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up!” He hisses between clenched teeth. He felt small and cold, wishing he had someone to hang on to. 

Which frustrated him more — and left him feeling wrong inside. 

He shouldn’t want to hang on to anyone. He’s the world’s greatest Superhero. There is nothing he can’t do, nowhere he can’t go yet now everything is Up in flames.

He needs to focus on the fire and watch the smoke choke out the weak-minded assholes. 

“This is over. Done.” Everyone looks at him. He hears Ashley’s heart beat faster, skipping when his eyes turn to hers. Sweat Collects at her temple, dripping from her God-awful wig. 

Burn it off. 

He could. 

Laser her from the fake roots and down. He’d love to watch her face melt around the heat, brain matter leaking onto the floor. That might make him feel better.

On a spin, he turns away from them. His quick steps are loud in the large room. He leaves, not bothering to close the door behind him. 

The council room falls away behind him. Each step slaps against the floor. Each step, every push from his heel to the balls of his feet drags heavier, weighing down the urge to fly. 

Voices murmur through the Walls, his eyes catching employees huddled around desks and one coupling in a closet. 

He stops at his door. 

Home. 

What’s fucking home? The place that tortured him, that created him where he realized he wasn’t real; that John wasn’t real. 

This should be his home. Right here. It holds his bed, his clothes, and his secret stuffed animal. 

It should be Ryan’s home, too.

If Ryan is there. 

His son, who would rather run to Butcher — a fucking piece of shit — than be with his father. 

Home? 

Who the fuck knows what that is?

A light flickers in the back of his mind, the reminder of fingers in his air and a crooning voice on the radio. 

His frustration flares in his chest. He’s trying to remember the address — the memory hazy, lost in the clouds. 

Should he change his clothes? 

A red shirt with a navy blue jacket, jeans that squeezed his crotch, and a baseball hat. 

Home.

-

The door still had your stupid sign hanging from the same hook. It is a piece of wood painted black with blood splatter words announcing a ‘haunting’ inside. He stared at it for an hour the first time he stood at your doorstep. He ordered you to get rid of it.

You snorted and rolled your eyes. 

The doorbell is broken, no sound signaling it’s gone off no matter how many times he pushed it.

Homelander knocks after he breaks the glowing button. 

Grinding his teeth, he impatiently raps his knuckles against the wood.

He hears movement. 

Homelander knocks harder. 

He squirms where he stands, shifting from foot to foot. A tingle of anxiety trickles down his chest.

“Dammit, where are — oh.” that’s what he came for. 

Your voice.

His raps went faster. One, two, three until a line cracks the wood when he brings his fist down. That stops him, and the shuffling he hears behind the door.

“Alright,” it swings open, “Fucking hell, dude.” 

The smell of weed rolled from the house, clogging his nose. 

You pause, looking up at him. Your eyes are red, drooping as your head tilts to the side, eyebrows raised into your hairline. It’s been months, maybe a year, since he’s been here. It was before the shit show that was Soldier Boy; he remembers that. 

Your hair is different. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” You leaned against the door, propping it with your foot and resting your temple against it. You play with your hair, wrapping it around a finger before tugging and letting go.

“Yes.” He steps forehead. Your other hand coming up to take a drag keeps him still.

The smoke puffs in his face when you release it.

“Come on,” You don’t wait for him to follow, turning around and walking back into the house, “You’re always welcome here.”

Every sentence you say has an edge—something that makes his skin itch. He wants you to talk to him with respect. He should punish you for the attitude and sarcasm and keep you from ever speaking again.

He’s the Homelander. Who are you to treat him this way? 

The living room is unfamiliar. The couches are new and the set up rearranged. There are blankets and pillows scattered around the room. One deep red one hanging over the back, three pillows nestled into the edges of the couch. Another blanket, a soft black, hangs on the arm. 

A group of pillows rests on the floor, stuffed animals tucked into between them. There’s an open spot in the middle made for sitting. 

Tossed over the coffee table is another blanket.

This one is familiar. 

Another red blanket that Homelander knows feels amazing on his skin. 

“What can I do for you, John?” 

He never hears that name.

Except, he heard it from the doctors. From the ones who watched him from behind glass, who pressed buttons and laughed at his pain. 

Doctors he left to rot in the bad room.

You’d settled on the couch, feet curled beneath you. His eyes track your shorts as they curl up, showing the edge of your underwear. 

His mouth dries. 

“I-” You move, dropping one leg to the floor and stretching the other leg out. 

He aches to crawl into the space and curl up, let you stroke his hair, and call him your good boy. 

“Come here.” That drags a gasp from him, his feet moving without thought. 

The couch is deep and warm, and his knees sink into the cushions. You spread your legs more, bending your knee to cradle his back. 

“I saw you on TV.” There it is.

The voice he needs. 

He’ll swear he sees the magic swirl in the air when your words leave your mouth. It tickles his ears and dives into him to wiggle into place around his brain. It grounds him 

One sentence has his mind slowing down. The ever-spinning thoughts froze for the first time in a long time.

“Yeah?” He tucked his feet into the crease of the couch. 

“Hey, shoes off, Mister.” You popped the side of his head.

He toes them off. 

“You were in a commercial. I didn’t quite pay attention. I focused on you only. You did an amazing job, and your smile was breathtaking. You know what, though?” The hand you slid into his hair stopped. A sharp tug pulled his head back.

Oh no.

“What?” 

“You’re selfish.” 

Homelander whimper. 

He is inherently selfish. 

A selfish man who takes and takes and takes. 

They raised him, no they created him to do. Take the pain, endure the hunger, sit the silent nights with nothing but his thoughts. 

Your fingers move from his hair down his neck, over his shoulders to rest on his arm. He focused on the heat from your hand, the weight of it. It holds him down and makes his stomach loosen. 

He presses closer to you. 

You smell the same. Musky, heady, acidic. It’s uniquely you, a smell he could pick out anywhere. 

He thinks of burying his face between your legs. To lick the taste until it coats his mouth and stains his teeth.

It’s his favorite. 

“You always want things. Always need more.” The drop of your voice made his back straighten. “Did you come to me to be selfish, John?”

Did he? 

He did. 

He wants to stop being Homelander. He wants to be  — he wants—to be John. 

John is a real person  

Homelander is not. 

Homelander is a god. 

“Yes.” Always answer honestly, John, “I did.” 

You hum, repeating the stroking pattern. His hair, his neck, his shoulder, and starts again.

He hones in on the movement — how he turns into butter in your hands. 

Your voice washes over him, rolling him on the waves to drag him down. It’s warm, flowing into his chest, heated, liquid fire that wraps around. 

“Look how sweet you are.” That rocks him, spinning his mind. It mixes with his blood. The flames cause sparks to tingle his fingers, making his knees weak. His toes curl, pressing deeper into the couch.

You’re whispering over him, hand following the same path repeatedly. It makes his stomach warm, kindling the fire in his lungs. He slows his breathing, feeling his heartbeat calm. 

There’s still a rocking feeling in his head. It sways him back and forth and makes his eyes water. 

He feels safe. 

Your hand pauses, and he whines, pitiful, a pitched noise that grates his ears. When your leg moves, he turns around, sliding his hand beneath your body to wrap around you. His other arm curled up, tucking under his chin to rest his weight on you. 

You chuckle, “Baby boy.” 

Your leg moves again, sliding between his. Your knees press into his thighs.  

Homelander folds his leg at the knee. He nestles into your chest, his nose sliding along your neck. When your hand moves to his knee, fingers loosely holding his leg. 

He can feel your pulse, the rush of your blood. You breathe beneath him.

In and out.

It’s your source of living and powers your ability to whisper in other ears to make them feel.

He wonders what you’d sound like choking to death. 

It’d be easy for him to slide his hand up, dig his fingers into your throat, and watch your eyes bulge; veins bursting, tears streaming down your face. You wouldn’t be able to control him then. He’d never grapple with the fact he let you control him. 

The only person he gives himself to. 

He hates you. 

He’s lying

You kiss his forehead, a press of your lips. His heart skipped, stomach flipping. It is rare for you to kiss him. To feel your lips against him, moving with him. He’s seldom allowed to lick your words from your mouth. 

He has to earn kisses.

His core heats, sending flames down his thighs. He bites back a groan but presses himself closer to your leg. You hum again, a lower noise, letting out a sigh that dampens his hairline. 

The groan he let out was impossible to fight. 

He wants to take your breath away, suck the air from your lungs. You should only breathe for him, into him. You belong to him. 

“Want to tell me why you’re upset, Baby boy?” 

Yes.

 He shakes his head. 

“John,” your voice is sharp, sticking, icy, dripping into his ears, “What have I told you?” 

He flinches. “Liars are bad boys.” 

“Exactly. Now, do you want to talk about it?” 

The ice floods his veins. “Everything is going wrong. It’s all falling apart and I’m losing control. Every step I take is wrong, crumbling the fucking world around me. Sage is a bitch. Deep is a useless fucking idiot. I found out A-train is fucking us over. The only thing that resembles a good thing is when the ridiculous Firecracker woman revealed she’s lactating.” 

He catches his breath and opens his mouth, but stops and whines into his arm.

You gently shush him.

“Tell me about that.” Your nails scratch his ear, squeezing his lobes with a soft tug. “Did you feed from her? Suck her dry? I bet you latched on quicker than a newborn and suckled until there was nothing left. I bet,” Your voice changed, turning softer, “She murmured sweet nothing at you and cradled you. Praise you.”

Every word has his head spinning. The memory of being wrapped in Firecracker’s arms flickered to life. He could feel her nipple between his teeth, the way she rocked him back and forth. He drank for what felt like a lifetime. 

Craves more. 

“Answer me, John.” 

He notches his hips and rocks them against your leg until you’re pinching his ear and moving out of the way. He whimpers, lips trembling, his cock aching and heavy between his legs. His hips jerk forward again, searching for your leg, for the cushion, anything to give him friction. 

“Selfish boys don’t deserve to be hard.” The ice returns. It freezes him, numbing his fingers. His eyes burn, tears threatening to fall. 

He wants the warmth back. 

“Yes. Yes. I was selfish. I took until there was nothing left and have every night since. I’m sorry. I’m selfish.” He curls in on himself, tucking his legs as close to his body as he can. 

“Oh Baby boy,” It comes out smooth like silk. It drapes across his body. 

He rocks back with a moan. 

“I’m not angry, John.” It spread along him, reaching for his hands and tucking around his body. 

It’s almost drowning him.

“You’re not?” His voice is small. His mind slowed, the thoughts scattered around like blocks knocked over sliding into a box.

He thinks of sitting in the middle of his floor, legs crossed, looking out his window, and thinking of grass beneath his feet. It reminds him of the times they’d bring him outside. The rare times they allowed him to run as fast and as far as he could. The first time he flew, flying higher and higher until he swore he’d break the sky. Such few memories make him happy.

The memories he has, the ones that spin in his mind? They’re tinged gray, dark, painted in shadows. They’re all a time in his life when he realized they made him to be a tool for someone else. 

He remembers a time before he was The Homelander, Vought’s golden boy: the most powerful superhero. 

“No, Baby Boy. You sought pleasure. Why would I ever be angry about that? I want you to tell me the truth, Sweetheart. Good boys don’t tell lies, do they?” 

“No.” You laugh and it sinks into him until he lets go and floats.

You’re the only thing he can feel, smell, hear, hell, even taste. Your arms are his haven. Your voice is his drug, A secret addiction. 

This is his escape and he’ll return to it anytime he wants. Anytime he needs it. 

It’s why he keeps you safe.

Keeps you away from everyone. 

I mean, he thinks, that’s what I’m supposed to do, right? Save the fucking people.

“How are you feeling?” 

“Warm.” It slurred, slipping off his tongue with ease. He tastes the sweet flavor of a milkshake on his tongue. 

You chuckle again, moving your leg back down for him to rest against. He waits for his cock to ache again, to thrust forward and fuck against you 

That urge is gone.

He wants to fall asleep and listen to you murmur above him. Would you sing to him? Something he doesn’t know, but every word makes sense because it’s coming from you. 

“Will you sing to me?” 

“Of course.” Your chest rumbles, his eyes growing heavy.

He listens to the words, rolling off your tongue to drape over him. He settles into it, sinking deeper and deeper until he’s cacooned. Your singing dragging him beneath the surface to float away.

[mixtape-0325]

Studio Imagine - Hwang Hyunjin (18+)

You admired the boy and the way his hips moved perfectly on beat, his hair moving along in sync. You stayed out of frame as he filmed the dance practice for his fans early, set to be released at another music show win. When the music ended and the room filled with little laughter at their ending part, Hyunjin confidently walked towards you. He reached out his hand, covered in a black leather glove to help you up from you seat. Just the touch of his glove against your skin again, soon wrapping around your waist to pull you into a kiss had your mind floating back to only an hour before.

You were in his dressing room, breathing heavily as your chest was pressed against his. His bulge was straining against his black trousers, so easily to feel even through your clothes too. Your back was tightly pressed against the wall, his hands waisting no time to slip under your skirt to get rid of your panties. Your hands desperately reached for his belt, helping him out if his clothes at the same time. Before you could even pull his trousers down to his ankles, his fingers were teasing your entrance, collecting some of your arousal to lube up the material of his leather covered fingers. Hyunjin pushed into you eagerly, causing you to whine in pleasure. The feeling of being filled like this felt so new, but so good. His speed was fast from the start, curling his fingers perfectly. As you finally got him out of his trousers and boxers, Hyunjin's lips eagerly attached to your neck for a brief moment as his fingers never slowed down. You remember the way you were moaning and begging for him to fuck you already, right there, right then. Just seeing how hard he was for you had you doing so already, wanting him to take what's his before appearing on camera, every viewer unknowing of the fact he had been fucking his cum into you just minutes earlier. As he made eye contact with you again, you used your chance to pull him closer by the leather around his neck, your other hand on his hips to show him you wanted him to replace his hand. With a swift movement he pulled out of you, using both of his hands on your hips to turn you around to face to wall. Hyunjin pulled on your hips, lining you up with his aching cock. And just like that, you remember all the thrusts he made, how rough they were and how he was groaning at every one of them. He needed so little of them to cum, releasing himself deep inside of you just minutes later, hand tightly wrapped in your hair to stabilize himself.

When you broke the kiss to look at him again, sweaty from the various tries of filming you pulled him closer by the leather around his neck again. Hyunjin's mind now floating back to the exact same thoughts, a small chuckle leaving his red lips as he saw you smirk back at him.

[fuckmelifesucks]

Cheap Alcohol and Ruined Sleep

Pairings: Elriel/Feysand/Nessian

Summary: Cass and Rhys make regretful 'college student' choices. Az is homicidal. The sisters' night is ruined with them having to help play babysitter. Nesta is annoying. Feyre is tired. Elain is trying to help Az keep his sanity.

Warning: Modern college AU.

Words: 2.4k

Characters: ACOTAR; Sarah J Mass.

~~~~~

“Huh?”

Elain sat up in her bed with a frown, resting the book she’d been reading on her nightstand. The furrow of her brows deepened when she saw what time her clock displayed. Another knock was heard from across the small apartment she shared with her sisters, both peacefully asleep in their own rooms.

Pushing away the glaring screen of her laptop displaying the assignment she’d been working on for the past few hours, she climbed out of her bed and padded out of her room and towards the entry door, wondering who it might be this late at night.

She curled her fingers around the knob and pulled open the door only to be greeted with a sight that surprised her but also didn’t at the same time. “Azriel?”

Hazel eyes like sunsets and autumn leaves and spring trees shot up to meet hers, a weariness to them that made her eyebrows rise as she asked, “What’s wrong?”

With all the seriousness of the world, Azriel questioned, “Would you, by any chance, have some chloroform lying around?” As if that were the most normal thing to ask, and not at all concerning.

“Umm…” Elain blinked up at him, taking in his disheveled raven hair falling onto his forehead and his wrinkled white tee and black sweats and the slight redness to his eyes along with the circles underneath. “Az, why would you need chloroform at two in the morning?”

So monotonous in his reply, it genuinely surprised Elain as he spoke, “I plan on using it on Cassian and Rhysand and then I’m going to drag them out and load them into my truck to go dump them in a shallow ditch somewhere faraway so that I can finally be rid of them and get at least one good night’s sleep.”

“Huh.” Elain stared up at him in the dim light of the silent hallway with her lips parted. Her eyes flicked to the door behind Azriel almost as if she could see the other two men inside. “And what are they up to this time around to get you so worked up?”

Before Azriel could even open his mouth to answer, a disturbingly loud bang of someone’s body slamming into a wall sounded, followed by muffled cries of curses, startling Elain.

A moment later, the door to the apartment opposite Elain’s, that Azriel shared with his brothers, swung open and out came two very drunk and very clumsy men who just so happened to be said brothers and Elain’s question was answered without Azriel having to say a word. Azriel groaned out a series of colorful choice words while burying his face into his hands.

“Lainy!” Cassian gasped as he rushed towards her, face flushed and eyes droopy, and squeezed her in a hug that lifted her off her feet and almost made her lose the ability breathe.

“Oh God, Cass, put me down, please,” she wheezed out, repeatedly tapping against Cassian’s shoulder.

“Put her down, you idiot. You’re suffocating her, for fuck’s sake.” Azriel rubbed at his temples, already over having to babysit two grown adults who were acting like children.

Elain took in a deep breath the instant Cassian let go off her. With a hand to her chest and wide eyes, Elain could only watch as Cass barged right into the girls’ apartment, slamming the door against the wall in the process with a very loud ‘Nes!’ on his way. Nesta was so going to kill him when she woke up. And she most definitely had woken up by now. Elain just knew it. Feyre had most likely too.

“Hiya, ‘Lain,” Rhysand slurred with a drunken smile and ruffled her hair clumsily before joining Cass, murmuring if his ‘Feyre darling, love of my life’ was awake.

She slowly turned to the third person who was currently busy glaring daggers at his brothers while massaging temples a little too hard. Az turned his attention back at her with an apologetic look. “Sorry for ruining your night as well.”

“No need to apologize, even though I would’ve much preferred a quiet night,” Elain murmured out the last part under her breath as she rubbed her palms against the sides of her pajama-covered thighs. “Just…why are they drunk on a weeknight anyway?”

“Cass came home with some cheap alcohol to celebrate the fact that he passed in a test he was sure he’d fail. Managed to rope Rhys in as well, somehow.”

“Dear God…Nesta is going to be so pissed,” Elain groaned.

“I know,” Azriel sighed.

As if she’d been summoned by her name, the door to the room next to Elain’s flung open to reveal a murderous Nesta, blue-grey eyes shimmering with rage as she took in the scene—Cassian conveying something absolutely incoherent to Rhysand while the two sat on or more like threw their weights onto the living room couch that looked way too small beneath the two large men.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Nesta snapped.

The door beside Nesta’s opened as well, though a lot slower this time around, and Feyre stepped out with her hair in disarray, rubbing her eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Nes!” Cassian all but cried out as he jumped up from the couch and Elain winced at the way Nesta’s eyes narrowed on him.

“You. What the fuck are you doing here at this time?” Nesta demanded, steel voice sharp like knives.

“I missed you, Nes!” Cass was going to get himself killed.

“Rhys, why are you here at two in the morning?” Feyre, though clearly annoyed at being woken up so rudely, was comparatively calmer than their older sister.

Rhys, suddenly standing in front of Feyre now with his hands cupping her face, only grinned at her lopsidedly. “I—I’m so drunk, Feyre darling.”

“I can see that. Why are you drunk?”

Rhys shrugged, though it was difficult to tell with all the swaying he was doing, unable to hold his own weight. “Cass—Cassian he…” God, he could barely get the words out. Elain didn’t know how Feyre managed to keep a straight face. “H—He made me drink.” Was he actually pouting?

“I so did not!” Cass, not yet so far gone, protested with an overly dramatic gasp and slapped a hand over his chest rather too loudly. “You wound me with your lies right here, in my very heart, Rhysand!”

“Shut your trap, you idiot!” Nesta hissed, clearly still very grumpy while Rhys flipped Cass off and threw back a “Like I give a fuck.”

“Oh, my god. Someone kill me,” Az murmured.

 “Let’s…” Elain blinked, turning away from the shitshow currently taking place in her living room. She made sure the guys’ apartment door was closed before gently pulling Azriel into the girl’s apartment, closing the door behind them. “It’s better if the neighbors don’t hear them.”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t want they at our necks with noise complains in the morning.”

“This escalated a little too quickly,” Elain commented, looking back at the scene and feeling Az rest his forehead on top of her head.

“Hmm. Tell me about it,” he grumbled. Elain only patted his disheveled hair.

Nesta was out of her room now, busy threatening Cassian’s family jewels while he only smiled down at her lazily. Feyre was still handling Rhys, listening to his ramblings. It was a chaotically wholesome and hilarious scene and Elain wanted to capture it in her memory to laugh recalling it come morning when she knew there would be many regrets coming from the two drunken men.

“Don’t you have an early class tomorrow?” Elain asked Azriel, making sure to keep her voice low.

“I do.”

“Reason why you’re contemplating homicide?”

“You know me so well, flower.”

“Um-hm. You might just have to skip, unfortunately.”

Azriel only groaned and then proceeded to curse the fuck out of his brothers’ bloodlines under his breath. “I might just have them sleep on their backs tonight, just in case. Wanna come help me prove my innocence when the cops arrive?”

“Azriel!” Elain gasped, eyes wide and all.

“Kidding. Kidding.” A beat passed. “Or am I?”

“Alright, none of you are leaving this apartment until those two sober up.”

“There you go spilling unnecessary water on all my plans of peace and freedom, flower.”

“Well, forgive me for not wanting you to get locked up for familicide.”

“Whatever would I do without you, love?”

“Probably something morally questionable and self-hazardous.”

“Hmm.” He finally lifted his head to see how much the shitshow had progressed.

Cass slung his arm around Nesta’s shoulders, either not registering or blatantly ignoring the daggers she was shooting at him with her heated glare. “Did you fall out of a vending machine, Nes?”

“What?” Nesta scrunched up her nose, arms crossed across her chest, though made no move to throw Cassian’s arm off her shoulder. She probably sensed he’d fall right on his ass and hurt himself if she did.

“Because you’re one hell of a snack,” Cass smirked, looking very much pleased with his shitty-worse-than-an-amateur flirting skills.

Nesta blinked at him, looking very unsure if she wanted to smack him or get him some help. “What is wrong with you, honestly?”

“Nes! Nes, are you an edible? ‘Cause I’d eat you right up.” Cassian wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively, a shit-eating grin pulling at his lips. It was all far too painful to watch.

“Oh, my god, that was so bad it makes me want to kick you in the nuts,” Nesta stated, cringing. Though, amusement, just a tiny speck in her eyes, gave her away.

“But you still wanna kick me in the balls. Me. You want to fuck me so bad, it’s so obvious.” Talk about delusional.

Azriel wondered what past sins he’d committed that were so atrocious that he was being punished for them like this. He wanted to be taken out. Preferably quickly and at that very moment.

Nesta looked at Az then. “Just what type of blasted shit is he on? Did he snort something or what?”

“Cheap alcohol does that to him,” Az replied with a withering glare at Cass who was busy trying to get Nesta’s attention back on him.

Rhys on the other hand… “Feyre darling, I’m the most handsome, aren’t I?” he slurred his words, arms tightly wrapped around Feyre’s waist and face buried deep into her neck.

Feyre just hummed, stroking her fingers through his hair and rubbing gentle circles on his back. “Sure are, you big baby,” she drawled with a smile, affectionate humor sparkling in her blue-grey eyes.

“And you’re even more pretty, Feyre darling. You’re the prettiest,” he went on.

“Um-hm.”

Not even giving her a chance to open her mouth again, he continued, voice muffled and childish, “And I won you over with my glamourous wit and charm…” and on and on he went and Feyre let him, content in just babying the grown-ass man.

“It’s a good thing Mor isn’t here to join in with them,” Elain joked as she watched everything unfold.

“I’d have thrown myself out of the nearest window if I had to babysit her as well,” Azriel deadpanned from behind her, dead eyes glaring with murderous intent.

Elain leaned back into his chest and patted his cheek considerately, shaking her head gently with a smile that conveyed both pity and amusement. It was a good thing Mor was away on a field trip.

On that note…“What of Amren?” Their senior probably wouldn’t have been of much help either but still.

“Busy with Varian, as usual. She probably would’ve chewed everyone up for even thinking about disturbing her quality time.”

Elain huffed out a laugh. “Definitely.” Straightening back up, she sighed, a small smile still on her face. “Alright. Let’s go help them before Nesta actually kills Cassian or poor Feyre gets crushed under Rhys with all the weight he’s putting on her.”

“Eh… I’ve got an even better idea. How about we sneak back to my apartment and let those two deal with their drunk men.”

“Az...”

“…”

“Azriel.”

“…fine.” He let out a long suffered sigh. “Just ‘cause you asked nicely, flower.”

“Good.” Elain shook her head with her smile still intact and physically pulled Az with her to deal with their respective siblings’ antics.

“Come on, Rhys. Get off me. You’re heavy.”

“But Feyre darling…”

“We’ll both fall!”

“Cassian, I love you but I’ll seriously chop your dick off if you don’t stop with the cheesy pick-up lines.”

“I thought they were working!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Azriel, come get your brother!”

“Why do I have to put up with this shit?”

“Elain! Help me with Rhys, please!”

“Dear God…”

~~~~~

It seemed that in the midst of chaos, no one was actually able to return back to their designated spaces. At some point, everyone had found a spot to fall asleep in the girls’ living room itself, though their backs were sure to be disagreeable with when they were to finally wake up.

Cassian ended up falling asleep on the floor with one foot on the couch, snoring loudly. Nesta was right there with him, her head cushioned on Cassian’s stomach as she slept soundly, not paying any mind to the rumbling under her head.

Rhysand and Feyre were a few feet away, both on the floor as well, all cuddled up with each other. Rhys had a hand wrapped loosely around Feyre’s waist, curling up against her as they both slept facing each other, legs intertwined and all.

Azriel and Elain slept leaning against the couch. Or more like Az with his back against the couch as he sprawled out on the floor with Elain’s back against his chest as she slept curled between his legs. Head tucked under Azriel’s chin, Elain was all but glued to his front with his arms resting circled around her shoulders.

All were in awkward positions and yet all were deep asleep. Completely and utterly relaxed. Alarms were missed, classes were skipped and assignments were left forgotten and incomplete.

Although, there was a ton of grumbling and groaning and cursing when everyone finally came to. Especially from the two who were miserably hungover and regretting their life choices. They did get quite an earful and a few particular choice words each from the others who did not take it easy on them for fucking up their sleep with their drunken escapades.

~~~~~

Wanted to try writing about all three couples and not just elriel tho this is still kinda elriel centric I just can't seem to help myself 🫠

[bubba-draws]

Hello, could I ask you for some Radiant Vessel Hollow AU stuff? What's the general lore behind that, how did those two end up as they did and just general brainrot on the idea?

Anon this is the best birthday present ever bc i've been thinking about this au for a while now AND I WANNA TALK ABOUT IT AAAA

SO pretty much the au was born from the idea of "Wouldn't it be fucked up if Hollow ended up joining Radi?" partial inspiration comes from this song as well!

(There's a bunch of subtitles in different languages but I'm going with the english one)

To summarize, after years of fighting Radi inside their mind prison, Radi changes tactics and attempts to make Hollow join her, she promises to give them all that was taken from them, the life they deserved

Hollow doesn't fall right away of course, they try to ignore her, fight her, but after years of the same dance and song they start getting tired, no matter how hard they try Radi is never fully gone when they fight, their void not strong enough to rip her apart, and being the only one with them (The dreamers are also in Hollow's mind prison, but they're not anywhere nearby these two) they can't help but lean on her company

The closest thing I could get to describe their relationship at this point is an odd sense of solidarity, in a way both of them were done wrong by the same guy, and while it does take a lot for Hollow to understand this, deep down they knew there was a bit of resentment towards PK, one that grows in intensity the more these two spend together, and it erupts when they succumb to Radi and she turns them into a vessel for her

It's kinda like what Grimm and the Nightmare heart has going on (or at least the general HC most people got) Hollow made a deal with Radi, she will lend her powers and energy to Hollow for them to call anytime they want, to go back so she can see the world through their eyes (disclaimer: not all the time btw ASHFJKAS just when its necessary/Hollow calls her) there's no cycle of rebirth or anything here though, she's also no longer limited to Hollow's mind, she can see the whole Dream Realm now

So yeah, once Hollow is used to their new powers (and body, they got some changes in appearance) they take down the dreamers, escape the black egg, their presence making the infection spread like a wildfire and take down PK :3 (WL escaped, the knights... yeah they dont make it)

There's still some ideas I gotta clean up after this point, but I talked about this with some people and got the idea that yeah, Hollow does take over Hallownest and its people, everyone is infected to some degree? makes them more agreeable to what's going on but its not enough to make them feral anymore, some of the bugs that got modifications through the infection stay like that and while still a bit volatile, they can think enough to understand things

As for their relationship??? It's odd as fuck KJHSDFJKAH there's nothing romantic, that's for sure, it is definetely more similat to a Lord and their subordinate, but theyre like??? very close?? almost familial, when there's no job to do or Hollow needs reassurance Radi becomes the closest thing to a motherly figure they could get (Even if WL loved them there was no way she couldve shown them that) but its not enough for them to call each other family

as for the game events it would completely change, Ghost would arrive to a completely different Hallownest, where everyone is happy and nice, but the more u progress the game u realize shit's fucked up, Hornet is there as well and she came back to Hallownest to seek revenge for her mother

As to what happens to the abyss and pile of dead siblings, i'm still a bit unsure, part of me thinks Hollow wouldnt want to get rid of it but part of me knows Radi wouldnt let them have it open or even go in there, while still void the light she bestowed upon them would present a threat for the shades living there

and that's most of what I got! I still need to think of other things, but if u guys got other questions or ideas I would love love LOVE to hear them!! :D

have a quick doodle of them :3

[lizamango]

Cruel World 3/? (Brainwashed HYDRA!Reader x Steve Rogers)

summary: A war between SHIELD and HYDRA rages on in the shadows of the world. You live for the kill as a Black Widow until you discover Steve Rogers, the weapon for the opposing side who makes you question the side you’ve been fighting for. (inspired by Underworld, just go with the lore on this fic pls)

Part 1 ~ Part 2

warnings: smut later, canon typical violence

word count: 2564

“This is the camp where I was trained,” Steve states as he lands the quinjet.

“Has it changed much?”

“A little,” he murmurs. I look at him as his tone changes. His eyes are distant, jaw clenched. He’s reminiscing.

“It must be tough,” I start and he looks at me to continue. “Being alive when everyone you know is gone.”

“You would know about that, wouldn’t you?” he responds with the words I used earlier.

“I guess so. One fell swoop.” A silence falls upon us and I pace through the base. An American base. I never thought I’d come here of all places, out of my own free will. “Once Dreykov wakes, he’ll set everything right.”

“You have so much faith in him,” Steve states but it was more of a question. He’s asking why.

“Wouldn’t you? If someone saved you from certain death, wouldn’t you believe in them? He has treated me like his own,” I defend.

“You say that the cycle has never been broken before. What will happen to you once all this is over?”

“I’ll be judged before our council,” I hold back.

“And then?” Steve raises a brow, sensing there was more.

“I’ll probably be executed.”

His heart drops, I can practically hear it. He turns sharply and stalks towards me. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he asks incredulously.

I shrug indifferently. “Those are our rules.”

He starts breathing heavily, shaking his head. “You can’t be okay with this? How can you just accept that? I won’t allow it-“

I chuckle. “Steve, you have no authority. This is the life I’ve chosen.”

“You haven’t chosen anything. They’ve indoctrinated you into a program, used you, all the Widows as their weapons. As if you’re not even people, just a means to their ends.” He puts his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“You’re making grave conclusions for someone who doesn’t know our ways.”

“I don’t need a fucking handbook, I’ve seen and heard enough.”

“You’re being ignorant, Steve. Don’t forget that we are not on the same side.”

“No,” we’re not, I expect him to say. “You’re being naive.”

I roll my eyes. “If you think so terribly of our ways then-“

“I’m not going to leave.” This man just loves to interrupt.

“Why not? I don’t need you anymore, Steve. My memories have enough evidence that you are alive. I need only to wait for Dreykov’s awakening and then we can take down Schmidt.”

He says my name in an almost defeated tone. “You need me,” he says simply. “I’m the only one who has your back in all of this. Not your sisters, not your Dreykov. Not even yourself.”

I cross my arms. “And how is that?”

“There’s a knife in your back and you don’t want to pull it out. You don’t even know it’s there.” His words cut deep but I try to shrug them off. He knows nothing. I look back at him and see his eyes have shifted to something behind me. He has a frown on his face though different to the one he was sporting when he was lecturing me.

“What?”

“Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards of the barracks,” he states. He walks towards a building and breaks open the lock. “This building is in the wrong place.”

We walk inside, my gun drawn. I spot the insignia painted on the wall. “This is SHIELD,” I accuse and point the gun at him. “You took me to a SHIELD facility?”

“I didn’t know, I promise you.”

“I knew not to trust you.”

“I am the only one you can trust right now,” he exclaims. “I am the only one who hasn’t lied to your face. So go ahead. Shoot me.” He steps closer so that the gun is resting right between his eyes. “If you don’t trust me, fucking shoot me. Get rid of the only person who’s trying to help you while everyone else is trying to kill you.”

I examine him.

“Kill me or believe me, that’s your choice.”

I withdraw my gun. “You’re so dramatic.”

“It worked, didn’t it?” he answers.

I clench my jaw.

We enter a room with three portraits. Heads of SHIELD, I assume.

“That’s Howard Stark,” Steve says.

“Stark Industries,” I comment. “I’ve seen that logo on weapons HYDRA uses.”

Steve frowns. “That makes no sense, Howard wouldn’t work for HYDRA.”

Are you so sure, Captain? I think to myself. “Who’s the girl?”

“Nobody,” he replies too quickly. He turns away from me and walks down the room, spotting a bookshelf. His eyes scan through each shelf. “If you’re already working in a secret office, why do you need to hide the elevator?” He pushes a shelf and they part to reveal elevator doors.

“After you,” I state.

We both descend to the only floor available and turn the lights on to find a room full of old computers.

Somehow the computers jump to life. Must all be connected to the power.

“Captain Steve Rogers,” a voice calls out.

“Who’s there?” I respond, gun drawn.

“Calm yourself, Widow.” A face appears on the screens of the computers.

“Arnim Zola,” Steve states.

“You know him?” I ask.

“Scientist who worked under Schmidt.”

“How do I not know you?” I question.

“There is much you do not know, Dreykov’s experiment.”

“And yet you know me.”

“HYDRA was founded on the belief that humanity could not be trusted with its own freedom. What we did not realize, was that if you try to take that freedom, they resist. The war taught us much. Humanity needed to surrender its freedom willingly. For seventy years HYDRA has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war. And when history did not cooperate, history was changed.” Flashes of past news headlines and TV footage are shown on the screens as Zola speaks. Assassinations carried out by Assets or Widows. Facilities burning. “HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security. Once the purification process is complete, HYDRA's new world order will arise. We won, Captain. You work with one of HYDRA’s most formidable Widows, your death for naught.” Steve punches the computer screen only for Zola to appear on another. “Alas, your affiliation with Dreykov’s experiment has made her a liability, no longer to be trusted.”

I frown. Excommunication? “Why do you keep calling me that?”

Zola states my full name as he did with Steve. “Family slaughtered in Odessa, adopted by Dreykov into the Black Widow program to serve this war. You who are so special that he kept you and your abilities a secret. He read that your DNA had the key to a serum stronger than that of Erskine’s. The power to activate a dormant gene in homo superiors, millennia’s worth of evolution, cut down to mere hours.”

“That is not true.”

“Oh?”

“I think I would know if I was experimented on. I’ve never healed as fast as Steve until…”

“The serum gave you abilities while your x-gene remained dormant, until a gross traumatic injury which otherwise would have killed you activated this mutation. It’s epigenetics, Widow.”

The gunshot wound.

“Why are you telling us all of this?” Steve asks.

“Because I’m stalling.”

The ground begins to rumble and all the computer screens shut down. Steve and I look at each other. I access the quinjet’s sentry mode through my communicator which detects a person. An Asset. My blood runs cold. Fuck.

“We have to get out of here.”

Steve finds an opening in the ground and we escape from under the building. I spot the Asset as he aims for us. Steve pushes us to the ground.

“Who is that?” he grunts. I hand him a gun.

“Get to the quinjet,” I say to him. I look back and squeeze my trigger. “It’s armed with machine guns. Shoot to kill.”

I hear Steve say my name but I ignore his calls as I run towards our enemy. Once upon a time I would have seen him as my ally.

I dodge the spray of bullets and jump up on a humvee, kicking him from the chin. He stumbles back as I land, pulling a knife out of one of my holsters. I slash at him but he counters my moves, blocking them with his metal arm then flinging the knife away. I used to be glad to have that metal arm on my side. His steel fingers grasp my throat and push me until my back hits the humvee but I grab another knife and stab it into his thick thighs with enough force to penetrate his reinforced combat trousers. I hear him grunt behind his mask but I slip from under him, rolling under the humvee. As I run towards the quinjet which is now in the air I hear him kick the humvee out of his way. Fuck. A spray of bullets forms a wall between the Asset and I as I climb up the ramp of the jet but not before I shoot my handgun, the bullet ricochets from the bulletproof lens of his mask. I enter the cockpit to see the Asset remove his mask.

“Steve you have a clear shot,” I say but he stares at the Asset, now with his mask off.

“Bucky?”

The Asset points his grenade launcher at us.

“Steve if you won’t take the shot, I will.” I walk towards the trigger but Steve pulls the jet up so I stumble and the Asset misses. “What are you doing?!” I exclaim.

“We’re not killing him,” Steve says with finality. He flies the jet away from the base.

“He’ll catch up to us,” I shake my head as I sit down. “He’ll find us and he’ll kill us, Steve you don’t know him-“

“I do.”

“What do you mean?” I notice he puts the jet on autopilot.

“I’ve known him all my life,” he turns his seat around and looks up at me. How could he possibly…

“James,” I realise. I scoff at how convenient and absurd this all is. “Schmidt takes your best friend and turns him into our most formidable Asset. This is bullshit.” I start to pace. “So there’s no way you’ll kill him but he won’t stop until he kills us. Isn’t that just perfect?” I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind.

“I thought I lost him… But I’ll get him back.”

“It’s not that simple,” I tell him.

“Why? He probably just didn’t see me. Once he does, he’ll stop coming after us.”

I shake my head desperately. “No, Steve. He won’t know who you are.” I sit in the chair next to him. “Assets… have no memory of their past lives. They’re not like Widows, they come from a different kind of clean slate.”

I expect to see him looking at me with disgust. How could I be okay with this happening to people around me? But he doesn’t. Steve only looks determined. “Then we’ll find a way to get his memories back.”

“Odessa,” I say. Before explaining, I enter the coordinates . “There’s an abandoned HYDRA facility, a scientist specialising in cerebral reprogramming-“

“Brainwashing,” Steve corrects.

I nod. “Brainwashing- he was based there until SHIELD came and tried to take him away. He was labelled a traitor so he was executed. That’s our only clue.”

“How do you know about this?” Steve questions.

“Dreykov trusted me with everything… A Widow defected from us, she was the one to try to take the scientist.”

Steve frowns. “A Widow?”

“Natalia Romanova. She tried to kill Dreykov.” The thought leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Just imagining Dreykov dead along with my family… I would never have survived that night without him.

“How do… how do you know that Dreykov doesn’t have something to do with all this?”

I turn sharply to face him. “Don’t. There’s no way.”

“I’m just saying-“

“Steve, he saved my life. He took me in. He didn’t have to do that but he did.” He saved me in more ways than I can count.

“I’m not saying these things are related-“

“I’m not gonna listen to this, Steve.”

“Like you didn’t listen to me about HYDRA?”

I close my eyes and exhale shakily. “Steve, I mean it.”

“You’re only fighting me because you have doubts now too! Just face it, Dreykov is HYDRA, HYDRA feeds crises, reaps war, takes away freedom! I mean look at you!” he exclaims. “You had blind faith in this organisation, you and your Widow Sisters! They’ve got you all buying into the lie that they care about you while they send you on missions to kill innocent people all while not giving a shit about you when you’re no longer useful to them!” He stalks closer towards me.

“You’re. Wrong.” I glare at him and if looks could kill…

“I need you to face reality.” He looks at me so sincerely that my eyes sting. Why does he have to look like he cares so much? Why couldn’t he just be what I’ve been led to believe SHIELD is? It would be so much easier to hate him. I sense hesitation in his expression as tears threaten to expose how hurt I feel. He’s turned my whole world upside down in a matter of days… “I need you to…” he trails off, his eyes flickering from mine down my face to my shuddering lips.

I bite them to control the trembling but I hear Steve sigh.

“Need me to what?”

“I need you to open your mouth.” His voice is somehow deeper.

I gulp before doing as he says. His lips crash onto mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, almost fighting with mine. Our lips move in tandem, as if we didn’t even need to think about it. One of Steve’s hands rests on my cheek and I hear him inhale deeply as if taking me in. As if to devour me. I would let him.

His other hand is on my waist but it slowly snakes to the dip in my back and he presses me closer to his body. So close that I feel a hardness against my belly. I gasp and slowly pull away in surprise at the growing bulge and he sucks on my tongue as we part. The tear that had been slowly building finally fell down my cheek but he brushes it off with his thumb. He rests his forehead on mine.

“I’m sor-“

It’s my turn to interrupt him as I stop his apology with a tug on his blonde messy hair. I pull his head back with it to expose his neck and I place a gentle kiss on his pulse point. Steve sighs. I feel his heartbeat on my lips, his scent musky with sweat and smoke fills my senses. He’s all around me and all over me. He’s in me. I give his neck a long teasing lick, ending up at his ear. I tug on his lobe with my teeth and he chuckles.

“Have you ever fucked someone on a jet before?” I whisper into his ear, I just know that my voice travelled through him, gracing parts of him I could never physically touch.

He shakes his head at my question. “But I’m about to.”

🖤🖤

smut in the next chapter ✨


[runawayonryo]

In the beast's den

(Karl Heisenberg x Gen!neutral reader)

chapter six:

a greeting from the tall lady

CW: blood, mention of murder, mentioned abuse

The scent of whiskey and cigar smoke fills your nostrils as Heisenberg beckons you to take a seat beside him at his desk. He offers you a glass of the sweet and oaky alcoholic beverage, which you felt like you couldn’t refuse.

“Alright ‘kid… tell me- what do you see when you take a good look at yourself?”

Confusion and curiosity is planted on your face; glancing over at the lord. His gaze is intense, not the usual cold and calculated gaze. Rather, it is… soft, maybe even proud. You shrug, not fully knowing how to answer the question.

“Myself?”

You respond sheepishly; hoping that would satisfy him. Of course, that isn’t what he wants to hear. He snatches the glass of whiskey from your cold hands, gulping down the remaining bit himself. He takes a deep breath, his hazel eyes boring holes into your soul.

“Don’t fuck with me, kid. Y’know what I see?”

He asks, his bearded cheeks puffy as a smile brings the corners of hip lips upward. His face is illuminated by the yellow-ish dim light that provides minimal lighting to his office. He waits for your response, which is only a nervous shrug; causing his smile to drop by a hair.

“What I see, kid… Is someone with courage, someone with-”

His words are interrupted by a loud clang and ringing of the vintage telephone on his desk. Heisenberg grumbles and with annoyance, picks up the phone. He tosses his cigar on the ground; watching the lit tip slowly dies out as he listens to the mysterious caller.

“What?”

He asks coldly; Heisenberg wasn’t fond of whoever is on the other end, obviously. You glance at him with a puzzled expression; he just rolls his eyes, motioning for you to be quiet.

“And why should I fix your stupid gates?”

He asks the caller; his voice now louder and booming, almost as if his temper is being tested. There's a few moments of silence, only the distant sounds of machinery and metal clanking audible. Heisenberg holds his breath, trying to remain calm, when suddenly-

“Oh no you won’t, you entitled big bitch!”

The atmosphere within the room darkens; his rage is prominent as he growls into the speaker. With a loud huff, he gives in:

"Fine! I'll fix your damn gates if that'll shut your fucking hole"

_

You didn't expect him to take you with you, but he did. Heisenberg takes you to a large castle near the village; looking tall and imposing. By now, the snow storm is over; thick layers of snow and ice covering the grounds and buildings. As you approach a side entrance, the door is already opened to you. A silent invitation to come inside.

Heisenberg seems less than pleased, ever since he received that phone call he was agitated. Stepping inside the castle; you're greeted with lavish decor, expensive wooden flooring, beautiful portraits of women on the walls, an overall elegant and expensive aura. This is quickly overshadowed by a tall figure approaching. It was around 9ft tall with a large hat on it's head.

It moved slowly and so pridefully, the long white dress slowly coming into view.

"Ah, there's my idiot little brother~"

As the figure steps closer, you recognize the face. It's that woman with the red lipstick, jet-black hair and unnaturally pale skin. The very same woman Heisenberg has a picture of with the word "witch" underneath. The lady stood before Heisenberg, glancing down at him in disgust as she turns her attention to you.

"And who might this be?"

Heisenberg snarls, glaring at the tall woman. He snaps back at her:

"My assistant, now, which gate needs fixing?"

The lady raises an eyebrow, slowly bringing her cigarette to her red lips before speaking.

"The large metal gate at the main entrance. Get it over with so I can rid you-"

He snarls, glaring at the tall woman as he tightly grips your hand, starting to drag you along with him.

"Oh, leave the mortal here for me… I wish to have a conversation with them~"

The Lord turns in his heels, his eyes flashing a dangerous yellow as he pulls you closer to him. This is unexpected. You had just met him recently, and yet he's already protecting you?

"No way I'm leaving them here for you to drink from!"

The lady sighs, taking a step closer.

"I only wish to speak to them, for a brief moment of course"

The metal lord glares at the lady, then looks back at you, as if asking for your input. Not knowing what to do, you nod slightly, in fear of the lady.

Reluctantly, Heisenberg lets your hand go, glaring at the tall lady once more.

"If you lay a damn finger on them, I'll teach you and your bloodsucking daughters a fucking lesson!"

He shouts, he's stubbled scarred cheeks red in Anger. The lady nods with a faint smirk as her gloves hand reaches out and pats your head.

"Come, child-"

She calmly speaks, leading you to a nearby couch as Heisenberg leaves to fix the lady's gate. Why didn't she hire a mechanic? Is there no mechanic in this village? And how did she convince him to come here in the first place? The sofa is a red velvet colour, definitely worth more than some cars out there. Hesitantly, you take a seat; watching as the talk lady towers above you.

"Now… I won't hurt you little one, as that fool Heisenberg's assistance, you're not worth the bloodshed"

Though that comment hurt, it's a relief that for now, you are actually safe. Heisenberg isn't that far away, hopefully that is.

"I would like to know, how you got yourself in this predicament? Of anyone you could serve, why my little 'brother'?"

The lady glances, not intimidatingly or maliciously. It's surprisingly soft, yet not quite caring or loving. It was obvious to you that the two don't get along; though why is she questioning your trust towards him? Does she know of your hidden feelings towards him? She can't, she literally just met you.

"He saved me… I was going to freeze to death"

There, it was a simple yet understandable answer. And seemingly, it makes sense to her. She nods, thinking for a moment before responding:

"I see. Just know that my little brother isn't known for kindness or loyalty. His devotion to Mother is doubtful, not to mention the experiments he's conducted."

Mother… was this lady speaking of that 'Miranda' Karl mentioned? You know little of Heisenberg and his past, though, he has a strong hatred for Miranda. That's clear.

"He's kind to me, my lady"

She chuckles, as if mocking you for a brief second.

"My child, his manipulation and deception skills are impeccable. Don't let him fool you"

Before being able to respond, a swarm of flies appears right behind the tall lady. Wanting to warn her, you mention this, but she simply brushes you off. She doesn't seem bothered, not even as the swarm of flies assembles and forms into a girl. She wears a dark dress, a scythe in her hand, her blood stained lips wide with a smirk. Shocked but also intrigued, you glance at the younger woman, admiring her terrifying yet intriguing beauty.

"Who is this mother? Fresh blood?"

The tall lady shakes her head, shushing the seemingly excited daughter.

"No, Cassandra. This mortal, is Heisenberg's"

Cassandra seems a tad bit disgusted, but tries to remain calm. She smiles broadly, her wavy black hair framing her face beautifully.

"A mortal? Here?! I must tell the other, mother"

The tall lady nods, her smug attitude returning quickly. She takes a prideful step closer, folding her hands in front of her chest.

"My child, would you like a glass of wine?"

For one or the other odd reason, this doesn't seem trustworthy. Heisenberg did refer to them as 'bloodsuckers' before, Combined with the fact that Cassandra's lips were covered in said red substance, this wine, likely isn't wine at all. Thankfully, in this moment Heisenberg storms inside once again, his face covered in dirt and rust.

"Fixed y'damn gate, Bitch"

The lady doesn't flinch or even fully acknowledge him, though Cassandra turns abruptly to face him.

"Mother, why is he here?"

The tall lady shushes her again, a faint scowl forming on her lips.

"We needed our gate to be repaired, dearest. Your efforts are mildly appreciated, child."

If he wasn't already angry before, he's brewing up a storm now. His hand waves and magnetically pulls a nearby pair of scissors to his gloves hand. It seemed far less intimidating than his usual hammer, though… heisenberg is capable. Far more capable than most.

"I'm the child? You were threatening me with Miranda if I didn't fix your shitty fucking gate! If anything, you're a super-sized bitch child with an ego larger than her damn head!"

You gulp, glancing between the tall lady that heisenberg so kindly referres to as 'super-sized bitch'. Cassandra seems appalled on the lady's behalf, as the lady doesn't seem to care about his venomous words. Before she can return any words, Heisenberg grips your hand and shoves the scissors into the wooden table; dragging you along with him out of the castle.

The two ladies watch as you leave, Cassandra waves at you whilst the tall lady smirks, hoping she had some influence on your opinion of heisenberg. When you're out of close proximity of the large castle, the Lord turns to you.

"What did that bitch Dimitrescu say to you? Did she talk about Miranda? About me? Let me guess, she tried to convince you to betray me and join her?!"

He asked, his words laced with anger and hatred. He gripped your shoulder, not noticing his own strength as he leaves bruises behind.

"TELL ME!"

Tears well up in your eyes, not expecting such a reaction from him. He sees this, and his grip loosens. He looks down at the ground, sighing deeply before his eyes meet yours again.

"I'm sorry, kid. I just… hate that bitch"

Did he actually just say sorry? You must've heard him wrong, yet again; he's full of surprises. You nod, sniffling as you try to prevent more tears from escaping your eyes.

"C'mon kid… let's get back to my factory"

[gizm0-gadgetz]

Fuck it. Shorter chapters. Please note i havnt written anything in a while, so im a little rusty :)

Epilogue Au

Chapter 1

Desmond wakes up to Lucas watching over him. Answers will have to wait, theres someone he needs to go and see.

    Desmond groaned softly, rolling over a bit. His body was so tense and sore, like he would snap if he moved. He faintly registered the sound of somebody moving, then there was a hand on his. He tried to look at the mystery person, only to get pushed down a bit. 

    "Calm down Desmond. You need to rest." That voice was framiler, he knew that voice. Who was it again? "Just let me help, alright?" The mystery man's voice was pained, but sounded relieved at the same time. "Guess they got to you before i did, huh?" Oh...oh! Lucas! It was Lucas! He made it! 

    "Lucas-!" He tried to sit up properly, but Lucas pushed him down again. "You made it-" 

   "Woah woah, slow down cowboy. You shouldn't move that fast… but yes. I made it, I wasn't just gonna ignore your call for help man." He squeezed Desmond's hand. "Scared me good, seeing you on the floor like that." 

   Desmond nodded, sitting up slowly this time. His joints cracked in protest, but he ignored it. Finally his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the room again. He took a moment to look around him. Man his office was a mess, though he wasn't that surprised. Lucas stood next to him, towering over him more so than usual. That's when he realized he was laying on his couch. Oh, that explained it. 

    "I'm glad you're okay man… Now, what the hell happened? Looks to me those bastards got to you before i did, judging by that box over there." Lucas gestured behind him to his desk. 

    "I'm fine. I think." He sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "Look I'll explain later, first I need to know, has Allen awoken from his coma yet?" 

    "No, not that ive heard." 

    "Then cmon, we're gonna go visit him." He said, already standing up and grabbing his coat.  

    "Why would we need to visit him? As far as I know he hasn't responded to anything. Good as dead." 

    "Because I just...feel like something is going to happen." 

   "Why would something happen just because we visit him?" Lucas asked, following Desmond out the door. 

   "I don't know, okay? Alls i know is the world is going to hell in a handbasket and nobody is doing anything to stop it!" Desmond stopped walking, leaning against the wall and taking a few deep breaths. "Sorry. I'm just… A lot happened and I'd prefer to only explain once.. So id like to check on Allen first." He started walking again, faster this time. 

    "Hey, don't worry man. I'm on your side here. I just… Don't see the connection is all. Allen was just the lighthouse worker, wasn't he?" 

    "He was there when the crash happened." He spoke quieter, as now they had left the building. The town seemed so quiet compared to just a few weeks before. People were paranoid, hiding inside and only leaving occasionally. Of course there were a few who didn't believe anything was happening, but there weren't many. "He had called me about it, shortly after it happened. I wish I was there to answer." The wind was a bit chilly, but it wasn't that surprising. It was Washington afterall. 

   "He was there..?" Lucas seemed to be processing, trying to understand the connection. Then it clicked. "The fire. It wasn't his fault…" Desmond only nodded, crossing the street. "They tried to get rid of him… oh no." 

   "Exactly." Desmond kept walking, not looking at lucas. 

   "So it's true isn't it? That panicked call of his about men in black?" 

   "Must be, yes." 

   "Dammit… how did i not see it sooner…." Desmond shrugged as Lucas cursed a few more times under his breath. They continued to walk in silence for a good ten minutes after that, neither of them were willing to break the tension. 

    Desmond's pace slowed considerably as they approached the hospital. He was having second thoughts about this plan. What if they wouldn't let them see him? They could call the cops. That wouldnt do any good. 

    "Desmond." Lucas's stern voice cut through his thoughts. He blinked a few times before taking a deep breath. "You sure you want to do this right away? It might be best to put it off until you have recovered more." 

    "..i appreciate the concern, but it'll be fine." He smiled, trying to convince himself it would be okay. He was pretty sure Lucas doubted his optimism, but if he did, he didn't say anything. After one more deep breath, he reached for the door and pulled it open. 

    Hopefully Allen would be okay. 

[sukirichi]

good girl (m.)

You’re such a good wife to Naoya that he rewards you for your obedience.

request. naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man’s gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj)

cw. explicit smut, riding, dirty talk WITH praising bcos why not, dom! husband naoya, sexism, overstimulation, creampie, lots of kissing, titty sucking, you might end up liking naoya and that’s a warning

note. LISTEN. this is purely self indulgent even if this is a request. my bestie requested this to me anyway so ik she won’t mind i pictured myself as the reader :) so if you don’t like how the reader and naoya was portrayed, that’s a you problem :) EDITED BECAUSE IT’S NAOYA YAY, also got inspired by @caizen​ ‘s ask about naoya wanting his wife to not bow too deep because he wants to see her face :)

[part of the trophy wife collection]

Being Naoya Zen’in’s trophy wife required a lot of things. You had to be immaculate, précised, refined and full of dignity in everything you did. He already did the work all by himself just to keep the house running, his hard work the only reason you were able to live such a comfortable, luxurious life. On top of that, you had an extremely powerful man trusting you to welcome him every night, and who were you to not fulfill your duty as his wife well?

The moment the black limousine parked on the driveway, the guards lined on duty opening the doors of him and the rest of the house staff greeting him, you were already in front of everyone.

Keep your head down, but don’t look too hard at your feet. Naoya-sama wants to see your face – his lovely wife’s face – upon his arrival.

He would never say it out loud, but five years and counting of marriage with him meant you knew him better than anyone. Through his confident and arrogant self, Naoya worried about a lot of things, you included. There were times he’d wake up in the middle of a nightmare in which he lost you, his arms scrambling to find your body to press it against his for reassurance. You were there, you would always be there, but the confirmation never hurt.

You bowed down to him, skin cleared, cheeks flushed, and lips glossy – all telltales of a happy, nurtured wife who was well taken care of – present before him. And you were beautiful too; the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“Welcome home, Naoya-sama.”

Naoya’s shoulders immediately relaxed at the sight of you dressed in your yukata, hair done perfectly and hands clasped politely in your lap. He tried not to let it show too much though, even though his staff had watched him grow up, he needed to keep his pride as the clan leader. Not even his precious wife could make him tear down his walls in public, though you did not need to worry about his brash attitude, following him inside three steps behind as he’d instructed.

He loosened his tie and dismissed the other servants, locking the door of your shared room. “Is my tea prepared?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, mixed with jasmine just as you like.”

Naoya’s hands stilled on his tie. His gaze fluttered over yours, eyes still ducked down to the floor with a small smile playing on your lips, one that said welcome home in more ways than one.

The sight of you – so compliant and meek as ever – stirred something deep within his heart. His whole life, he believed women were useless, creatures that were below him. Until now, he held firm in that, but fuck, you were always so open and willing to do everything he asked that he could feel himself hardening in his pants. Women may be useless, but once they followed his orders and praised him so heavenly the way you did?

He fucking loved it.

Naoya’s tie went flying the other room, his cock swelling in his pants as he tugged you by your wrist. You landed on the mattress behind you, watching with a heaving chest as your husband crawled above you. His gaze felt predatory, dark eyes hooded with lust while he planted his knees beside your waist, his fingers looped with yours.

You smiled sweetly up at him, so temptingly sweet his resolve broke for a split second. He captured your lips to taste you on him, the sounds of your husband’s satisfied hum making your chest puff out with pride.

Everyone may look down on you for marrying such a ‘horrible’ man like him, calling you stupid and immoral, even going as far as claiming you were nothing but a dumb cock-hungry slut, but Naoya – even you – knew better. You were not foolish; in fact, no one could handle Naoya’s attitude better than you did, and you were smart enough to keep buying that strawberry flavored lip balm he loved so much, causing your husband to squeeze your palms.

“Good girl,” he mumbled absentmindedly, the praises shooting heat flush to your core. “You’re so good for me, you know that?” he peppered kisses all over your skin, a gesture so rare that you were panting underneath him, resisting the urge to rub your legs together.

Naoya was extremely skillful in bed, his virility as a man not to be looked down on for his ability to render you immobile to walk, throat sore and voiceless for a few days truly impressive. But he was different today; his usual tight grip the same but laced with a want that went beyond than lust. You could never say it out loud, especially not around him, but it was clear – Naoya treated you with affection and care.

“I’m very lucky to have found such a submissive woman like you, but that’s not true is it? Women like you aren’t found, you’re trained,” he harshly tugged the first layers of your yukata to the side, exposing the sensitive flesh of your collarbone that was free for him to mark. “Have I trained you well, my wife?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, trained me so good,” you rasped out, bringing your legs forward, only for it to bump against the sides of his waist.

Naoya sucked on your skin until he was sure he’d completely marked his territory, the grazing sensation of his teeth so erotic and passionate along with his clothed cock rubbing into your folds. His hand trailed down your waist, yanking the ties of your clothes apart. You gasped as he teasingly rubbed your clit, even going as far as to roll it between his strong fingers. “For you, ah, I’d do anything for you, Naoya-sama.”

“It’s my love when we’re in the sheets,” he corrected you, “When a woman knows her place and obeys me so well, a good girl like you deserves to be rewarded,” hearing your small whines at his words, Naoya chuckled at your skin. “Do you want that? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes, p-please, I need you,” you moaned wantonly, gathering the courage to lift your hips up and grind it against his erection. He surprised you by not pushing you away, so you kept going, slathering your wetness all over the front of his pants. “Fuck me, my love, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Naoya smirked, standing up to rid himself of his pants and belt. You whined at the loss of contact and sat up on your elbows, legs spread wide open as you feasted on the delectable way he discarded his clothing one by one. His fat cock, red and flushed with pre-cum, slapped against his toned upper body.

You would’ve groaned at his bare beauty, but he’d already crawled on top of you once more, completely ridding you of the multiple layers of modest clothing you wore, revealing a redolent set of white lace.

Naoya narrowed his eyes at the nearly transparent thong, his hands cupping your seeping cunt with a low hum. “Is this for me? Did my pretty baby get dressed up for me?” you nodded eagerly, pathetically reaching upwards to wrap your arms around him. You were growing needy, soft yet desperate as your stuttered gasps hovered on his ear. “Were you thinking of me the whole time I was away for work?”

“I always think of you, my love,” you breathed out, “Your smile, your voice, your lips, your hands,” legs twitching, you dared run your knee to brush his forearm, the teasing and confident movement earning you a seductive, warning glare from your dominant husband. But oh – you were just starting to have your fun. “Your cock inside me.”

“Naughty little girl,” he snickered, grabbing your hand and shoving it deep inside your panties. That evoked a high-pitched moan from you as your nails grazed against your shaved pussy, Naoya’s smirk present the harder he pressed your palm on yourself. “Did you touch yourself? Pleasure yourself like this?” He was testing you, reminding you of his power and authority, trying to see if you would break his rules that he’d been so firm into fucking deep into your skull.

Naughty as you might be sometimes, you never forgot your place. You were daring, but never in your wildest dreams would you dare go against him. Not because you were plain weak and submissive, but simply because the thought of pleasing him more and feeding his ego was far more satisfying.

You shook your head, pitiable tears already shining through. “N-no, I would never. Only you can make me feel good, just you, mmh.”

Naoya groaned deep in his throat, satisfied at your answer. “You’re always so sweet for me,” he says, leaning over to knee your legs open wider. He situated himself between your body, slow and sensual in removing your bra and panties, the lacy material disappearing somewhere on the black marbled floors. You laid there, vulnerable and wanting, clutching at his biceps as he grinded his cock on your puffy folds. “Have I ever told you’re the perfect little wife? So fucking needy for me always, fuck. This pussy was made for me.”

“This pussy is yours,” you acquiesced, breathing hard when Naoya pulled away to peer at your body. He liked his wife to be healthy, strong and ready to carry his child whenever he wanted, and his hands squeezed your hips appreciatively.

“I exist purely to serve you, my love,” you vowed, “I have no other purpose than to make you feel good and love you. You’re my everything, the world and more.”

He’d looked at you with lust before, the desire pooling in his eyes always making you feel wanted, but this was different. Naoya would never let those cursed three words fall from his mouth, but it shone clearly in his eyes anyway. He gazed at your curves and dips so lovingly that your arousal peaked, slick coating his cock from where he was slowly teasing your cunt with his tip.

Unable to hold back any longer, Naoya flipped you over. Your breath knocked out from your chest at the sudden movement, his hands tugging at your wrist to pull you close to him. He leant back on the bed, kissing you feverishly all the while keeping you shaking on his thigh. Due to your wetness gushing, you slid down his muscular thigh, and you moaned at the contact. “As I should be,” Naoya nibbled at your lips, his harsh words contrasting the tenderness of his hold on you. “You’re nothing to me if you can’t even do something as simple as that.”

You nodded with no hesitation, fully accepting that you were purely his now – and you would honestly not have it otherwise.

Naoya helped you lift your hips up, shushing you with a slap on your ass when you stared at him nervously.

Every time Naoya fucked you, he was direct and simple. He preferred to have you on all fours where he could focus on his own pleasure, or sometimes he would rather cum upon seeing your fucked-out face, the image of your tongue lolled out while he fucked you on oblivion enough to make him nut right away.

But now he was guiding your arms around his neck, kissing the sides of your lips as if to answer your silent questions. “Sit on my cock, baby, I’ll reward you for your obedience tonight,” he said, his cock twitching as he directed your entrance right above his cock. Naoya slid you down, allowing you to feel inch by inch, thick vein upon one another – sliding inside you and stretching you out so good. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead on his, teeth locked on your bottom lip as he bottomed out.

Fuck, you’d never felt so full.

However, Naoya wasn’t pleased. He clenched his jaw and tapped your bottom lip, scolding you with his mean glare. “Don’t hold back when you scream my name, you understand? Cherish this moment – I won’t always care about your pleasure. You should thank me for this.”

“I-I will!”

Torturous. That was how you would describe it. You had never been this close to him before; not in this position and angle. Each lift of your hips caused your hardened nipples to brush over his muscular chest, his attention sorely focused on the way you bounced on his cock.

Something about holding him this close felt so intimate, breaths tangled and moans shared, along with the pleasure delivered into your bodies with the way you were rolling your hips along his length.

“Still so fucking tight for me,” he said through gritted teeth, “I love this pussy so much, fuck, you’re mine. Just mine, all mine,” Naoya eventually lost it, hooking his arms under your armpits and feet flat on the bed. You kept screaming his name like a prayer, the worship falling from your lips like a broken record driving him to fuck into you faster. He’d had enough of your pace; he’d been good enough that now it was his turn to fuck you, and you were glad he did because his fast, brutal pace was so mind-numbing.

Naoya hitched you up higher until your chin rested above his hair, your breasts right at his mouth. He sucked and bit at the soft flesh angrily, grip so tight on your hips you were hissing from the pain. At the same time, it felt so fucking good unlike everything you’ve ever felt.

“My perfect fucking wife—a quiet, compliant wife is worth more than gold, baby. You’re my fucking treasure.”

Naoya thrusted hard and deep until the bed was creaking, mattress dipped from both your weight. The room felt so foggy with your lovemaking and you tightened around him, crying as he kept hitting that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars. “I’m c-coming!” you whined helplessly, hugging your husband deep to your chest while your fingers tugging at his hair. “Naoya, please!”

“Then come for me,” he nibbled at your ear, delivering another hard slap at your ass. “I’m allowing you to. Come. Make a mess around me.”

“Oh my gosh, ugh, fuck,” you came around him hard, your orgasm making you shake. He still wasn’t done, but his breathless murmurs of close, I’m so close had you holding him tighter, whispering dirty words in his ear to assist your husband into reaching his high. The oversensitivity of him plowing into you even after you came was too much, but you took it all like the good wife you were. Biting the protests down at your tongue, you rode him to meet his hips thrust by thrust, his balls snapping at your ass. “Mmmh, I love you, I love you. I-I love you.”

“As you should, baby. You’re supposed to love me,” Naoya devoured your mindless babbling by sliding his tongue inside your mouth, his hips stilling inside for a moment. Fingers clutching desperately to him, you shut your eyes tight, cunt dripping as Naoya spilled his seed deep inside you.

You kissed him one last time in refusal to let go, but Naoya wasn’t having any of it. He was very iffy every after sex that you had no choice but to pull away from him, wincing as he pulled out.

He stumbled into the bathroom afterwards while you laid there on the soiled sheets, weakly fisting the pillow beneath you. You were so fucked out, tired after a long day of managing everything he wanted you to take care of. To be fucked good by your husband…there was truly no better way of life.

Just as you were drifting off, you felt something damp sliding over your inner thighs. You blinked sleepily at a silent Naoya, sending him a small smile as he wiped both your cum away. He left the towel inside the bathroom before he came back, sliding his white shirt over your frame and tugging a fresh pair of his boxers to your legs. Aftercare with Naoya…while it wasn’t impossible, it also wasn’t a daily occurrence. Your heart kept fluttering inside your chest, that feeling blooming harder when he slid under the sheets beside you, his strong arms pulling you taut in his chest.

His skin remained mark free. You knew Naoya hated being marked; reminding you all the time he wanted to be flawless. You respected that and pressed a deep kiss on the spot above his heart instead, madly and hopelessly in love as you traced circles on his bare chest.

You could stay like this forever, in the warmth and safety of your husband’s arms, but you still had wifely duties to fulfill. Naoya had already done his, prompting you to lean up to trace kisses at his sharp jaw, sweet and docile as ever as you asked, “Naoya…how was work today?”

“Same as usual.”

That meant he didn’t want to talk about it, so you didn’t pry further.

“You need to rest and regain your strength so you can work hard again tomorrow,” you mumbled sleepily, “I’ve already planned your meals for the next week. We’re going plant-based for a while, you need it.”

Naoya remained silent. You would’ve assumed he’d fallen asleep if it wasn’t for his hand caressing your back in a manner so gentle that seemed so alien with him, the strangeness of it all intensified when you looked up at his face, only to see that he had already been studying your features a long time before. There was an unsettled frown on his face, one that you tried to smoothen away with the pads of your fingertips. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve already forgotten about all my worries. They don’t matter anymore,” he whispered, his voice way too soft. It fit the atmosphere, however, whatnot with the newfound intimacy that you basked in. Suddenly, Naoya cupped your cheek, utterly serious as he croaked out, “Baby.”

“Hmm.”

“Do you love me?”

You didn’t have to think twice about it. The answer would be – “Always and forever.”

However, Naoya wasn’t satisfied. He needed more, wanted to understand more, craved to find a logical reason behind your devotion to him.

“Why?” he demanded, “What is it about me you love so much?”

“Everything,” you confessed, the love so clear in your eyes that even for a small moment, Naoya felt like he understood now. “You’re perfect to me, Naoya. I’m glad you’re the one I’m spending my life with. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

“But why?”

“Because,” you giggled, “You’re handsome, you’re caring even if you don’t show it that much, you’re smart, ambitious, hardworking and the best husband I could ask for,” Naoya opened his lips, probably to ask a stupid why again, until you cut him off, silencing your odd husband with a kiss. Thankfully, Naoya gave in, relaxing at your touches. “Loving you is second nature to me. It’s not living if it’s not loving you.”

Although he didn’t – and would never say I love you – he had his own way of expressing it. He let you know that he shared the same stance at you, staring deep into your eyes while he cupped your cheek, surprisingly somber as he proudly said, “I made the right decision of marrying you.”

“I’m glad you don’t regret it.”

“I could never regret it,” he whispered back, but you had already fallen asleep. That night, you dreamt no more. There was no need to when everything you’ve ever wanted was already right there at your reach, and Naoya joined you long after, the faint linger of a loving kiss a husband only ever gave to his wife the last thing you felt before you faded off into dreamland.