#some of these were fuckin hard angles too what was i doing to myself!!! this was hard af!!! wtf!!!

[tarufai]

[celestie0]

Idk if this is weird to ask but can you tell more about your situationship?😭 I’m curious since it inspired the story idkkk

nooo not weird at all haha, i had plans to share more ab it once i was done w kickoff but i dont really mind sharing a bit now (will literally always take up any chance to talk ab it it’s an impulse i cannot resist)

basically i met this guy like halfway through my freshman year of college at a frat event, it was a bit different from kickoff dynamic in that we started hooking up pretty soon after that, just a casual thing, but then the pandemic hit and so he went back home to live w his grandpa/family in new york (i live in cali) once campus shut down and stuff. obviously we couldn’t hook up anymore LMFAO but we still talked a lot and i think it was during this time of just talking to one another that i really started to catch massive feelings for him :”)

i went through some bad anxiety during covid, struggling a lot w my career and if i still wanted to pursue the things i thought i wanted (i think a lot of college students went through this w the pandooski) but he would always be there for me and would stay on facetime calls w me if i was struggling to study, he’d cheer me up w pics of his tibetan dogs lol, just reallyyy sweet ugh when we were long distance i rly saw a side of him i didn’t before and i think that’s what made me fall for him

i confessed to him first, similar to reader in kickoff, n told him we could do long distance until he moved back here. but then he hit me with the “i’m sorry, i can’t date you, i’ve got commitment issues”. in his case, he had a long-term girlfriend in high school for four years who he also was dating into college (before he met me), but he found out she had been cheating on him for a long time w not just one but multiple of his friends 😭 so..he said he has really bad trust issues, and that he really wanted to try to date me, but he just felt like he couldn’t

i was really hurt, obviously, but i think in hindsight maybe it was a responsible decision on his part to not throw me into a mess of a relationship w him, one he knew he wasn’t ready for. but at the time, i just thought that it was bc i wasn’t good enough to change his mind. anyways, he asked if we could still talk and be friends, and i said sure bc i didn’t really want to lose him. i figured i could just wait for him (and i told him that i would)

yeahhh well the waiting was way more fucking painful than i thought. he flew to cali once to visit me when flights were sort of resuming, which is just fucking insane because you’ll fly to see me but you won’t date me 😭, and i told him that it’d be the last time he ever sees me! and it was :”) maybe it was an impulsive decision by me, but idk. yknow when you get stuck in a limbo for what feels like forever that you make a decision just for the sake of making one (it was such a short amt of time in reality, but it felt like forever) he made a comment to me in our last conversation about how he really wished he didn’t have to be someone i had to wait on to change, and that really fuckin stuck w me lmao i cried so hard the drive home from the airport. i think all the “what-ifs” kinda sunk in at that moment

ch7 of kickoff was basically me trying to get inside the head of the guy from my situationship, and see what it’s like to have fears hold you back from wanting to experience something for yourself, something that could be beautiful if you would just give it a chance. i felt like if i wrote it from that angle, i’d have more understanding of my situationship (i dont have commitment issues myself, tbh i’ve never rlly understood the concept. like, i’ve been fucked over by ppl in my life too but i’m never one to punish the next person for it. dealing w my situationship was really hard because of this, i would get really frustrated, but writing ch7 from gojo’s character’s perspective made situationship guy’s feelings make more sense to me, i think, there was a sense of closure in that)

but anyways, i was in love w him for sure. like, possibly infatuated. there was a time where we got into a big argument about something and i think i legit i cried myself into a fever 💀 it was all so crazy and powerful, the feelings, i’ve been involved w other guys since but of course none of it really compares. idk, i guess there are just some people that can make you feel that way, there’s really no use in understanding why.

this sounds so sappy, lmaoo i swear i truly am “over” him in that i hardly think of him that much anymore, n tbh i don’t think of him specifically all that much while i’m writing kickoff, but there are moments where i can’t help but bring those feelings into the story.

there’s a line in ch8, near the end of the bed scene, where reader has a thought like

“You feel so safe with him, and yet you also feel scared, because you like him so much that you would let him ruin you if he wanted to.”

yeah. that’s basically how i felt about him.

[mikasimaginairyworld]

The Crows as incorrect quotes

---

Kaz at the beginning of SoC: 'some of you may die but that's a risk I'm willing to take.'

---

Inej:'You seem familiar. Have I threatened you before?'

---

Wylan: 'I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.'

Jesper:' It's not a joke'

Jesper: sniffles

Jesper:'I'm a legit snack.'

---

Kaz:'Okay, I get it. You've had a hard time recently. You're stressed, depressed, seven people have died-'

Wylan:'Twelve, Kaz.'

Kaz: 'Not the point. They're dead now and whose fault is that?'

Wylan: 'Yours!'

Kaz: 'That's right: no one's.'

---

Nina: 'Is something burning?'

Matthias: 'Only my love for you.'

Nina: 'Matthias, the toaster is on fire.'

---

Jesper: '.. .----. --/ ... --- .-. .-. -.--' (I'm sorry)

Kaz: 'Jesper, what is that?'

Wylan: 'Morse code for I'm sorry.'

Jesper: 'Actually is remorse code.'

Kaz: 'I'm actually even more angry.'

---

Kaz: 'I'm not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen!'

Inej: 'Oh really? Name one law.'

Kaz: 'Don't kill people?'

Inej: 'This one's on me, I set the bar too low.'

---

Nina: 'Must be hard not being able to laugh.'

Kaz: 'I do have a sense of humour, you know.'

Nina: 'I've never heard you laugh before.'

Kaz:'You've never said anything funny.'

---

Jesper: 'Just be yourself.'

Kaz: 'Be myself? Jesper, I have one day to win Inej over. How long did it take before you guys started to like me?'

Wylan: 'A couple of weeks.'

Nina: 'Six months.'

Matthias: 'The jury's still out.'

Kaz: 'See, Jesper?'

Kaz: 'Be myself. What kind of garbage advice is that?'

---

Kaz: 'Time for plan G'

Inej: 'Don't you mean plan B?'

Kaz: 'No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.'

Nina: 'What about plan D?'

Kaz: 'Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.'

Wylan: 'What about plan E?'

Kaz: 'Im hoping not to use it. I die in plan E.'

Matthias: 'I like plan E.'

---

Matthias: 'Would you guys be there if I was going through something?'

Wylan:'Nope, absolutely not.'

Inej:'I hope it sucks whatever you're going through.'

Jesper: 'I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.'

Nina:' I hop you reach out to me so I can ignore you.'

Kaz: 'I can't wait to go to your funeral knowing I could've changed the outcome.'

---

Wylan, walking into his house: 'Hello people who do not live here.'

Kaz:'Hey.'

Inej:'Hi.'

Jesper:'Hello'

Matthias: 'Hey!'

Wylan:'I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!'

Nina: 'We were out of Doritos.'

---

Nina: 'Croissants: dropped.'

Matthias: 'Road: world ahead.'

Jesper: 'BBQ sauce: on my titties.'

Inej: 'Shavacado: fre.'

Wylan: 'Miss Keisha: fuckin dead.'

Kaz: 'I don't understand word of that and I hate every single one of you.'

---

Jesper: 'I love you guys. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me!'

Inej: 'We're the best things that's ever happened to you?'

Jesper: 'Yes!'

Kaz: 'I feel sorry for you.'

---

Kaz: 'Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life '

Inej: 'Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?'

Kaz: 'Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.'

Jesper: 'edible'

---

Wylan: 'I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it'

Kaz: 'Just rip the bandage off.'

Wylan: 'It’s Jesper.'

Kaz: 'Put the bandage back on.'

---

Jesper: 'So, what, now I’m just supposed to do anything that Wylan does? I mean, what if he jumped off a cliff?'

Nina: 'If Wylan were to jump off a cliff, he would’ve done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Wylan jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.'

Jesper: 'You jump off a cliff!'

Nina: 'Gladly. Provided Wylan did first.'

---

Kaz: 'Inej and I don’t use pet names.' 

Nina: 'I see. Hey, what do bees make?'

Kaz: 'Honey?'

Inej:' Yes, dear?' 

Kaz: 

Nina:' Don't ever lie to my face again.'

[kinkandkreep]

imm ask for moreeeeee if you don’t mind 🤭

srsly your Shuji ones were so good, so i GOTTA KNOW sum about dear Kenchin 🩷 [D, F, I, K, O]

thanks again, lovingggg your TR content~

Hey hey sug, good to see you again! 👋🏾Thanks for sending this in! I’m glad you’ve been enjoying the ride thus far, I’ve honestly really been enjoying myself as well. I hope you enjoy! And y’all feel free to peruse my NSFW Alphabet and send in more requests! 😁

Ken “Draken” Ryuguji: 

D= Dirty Secret (self-explanatory)

So 👏🏾

Let’s expose ole’ Kenny-kins 😈

Bro, the literal first thing that came to mind for Ken is that he is secretly into crossdressing

Like yes he is a badass and yes he will rock your shit with little effort but he is still a pretty princess and don’t you fuckin’ forget it 😤

His name is literally Ken; tats and scars and shaved head aside, he’s handsome enough to be like a literal Ken doll and you can’t convince me otherwise

His desire to dabble in crossdressing also coincides with his feminization kink

Oops, wait, that letter comes later 🤭

Don’t mistake, Ken can and absolutely does still maintain his role as a dom

But every now and then…

Every once in a while…

Our boi just wants to be ogled and smooched and told how pretty he is 🥺

And if that happens while he’s wearing this sexy little number then even better 🤷🏾‍♀️

F= Favorite position

As I mentioned previously, Ken really favors any position in which he and his lover are facing each other

He’s into intimate shit like that

He really likes cowgirl, the Lotus and just about all of the standing positions

He especially favors pile-driving and 69-ing 

And he likes picking you up and bouncing you on his cock, so any position where he can do that is a yes for him as well

(For my heavier girls, have no fear, Ken is adjustable and if he really feels the need, he will absolutely just hit the gym harder to get strong enough to pick you up. He’s already plenty buff though, so I just wouldn’t worry. 💪)

I= Intimacy (do they prefer to “fuck” or “make love”)

🎶I WANNA MAKE LuOooOOOoOooOoVE IN DIS CLUB 🎶

Kenny-kins prefers to make ~luove~

But he is also quite partial to a good fuck 🧐

Like, on a normal day: the birds are chirpin’, the sun is shinin’, and by some miracle people have managed not to piss him off for once, Kenny-kins would love to take his time with you

With gentle hands and slow, yet fervent touches

Ken breaks you down and builds you back up in the most loving, intimate way possible

But then, on any other day…

The sky is overcast, traffic is way too loud and Mikey has managed to get under Ken’s skin at just the right angle to nick the vein and suddenly!

Ken is fucking you within an inch of your life 😂

This also happens very often after brawls

He’s so hopped up on adrenaline that he needs an outlet, and you just happen to be the perfect one 😏

K= Kink (kinks/preferences)

Let’s do a rapid fire round for these (this list will not be comprehensive, I'll just be making mention of his main kinks here)

Ready? Lesgo!

Feminization

Crossdressing

Bondage/Shibari

Pegging

Sounding 👀 (this is a very particular one and because of the potential risks associated with it Ken will only do this with someone who is experienced and in a safe, controlled environment)

Name calling (i.e being called “daddy” or “sir” normally, being called “pretty boy” or “baby” when crossdressing)

Breathplay

Barebacking

Biting (not too too hard or nothin’, just gentle little nips and the occasional harsher bite, enough to leave an indent but not break skin)

Impact play

Collaring

Size kink

PRAISE KINK (please don’t ever be hesitant to tell this man how good he is and how good he’s making you feel, he will simply melt if you do)

O= Oral (receiving vs. giving, skill/talent level)

I’ma just say it outright, Kenny-kins is a fantastic head giver 😂

Like he’s got a naturally talented, highly tensile tongue, a good bit of experience and an eagerness to please

Like what more do you need? 🙃

Ken loves tongue fucking you, either your throat or your pussy, doesn’t really matter

Both are soft and wet and pliant once he gets ahold of them anyway so 🤷🏾‍♀️

Wait wait 🫣

Girl I be makin’ my own self flustered I need to chill 😂

But yeah, Ken has definitely made you squirt before with just his tongue

He 100% takes pride in that too

Again I say, I hope you enjoyed these hun! I feel like these were maybe a little goofier than Shuji’s but I just get so giddy at the thought of Ken that I can’t help but be at least a little silly. 🤪Oh, and please feel free to send in any more letters and characters from the list that you’re curious about, it’s no problem for me. 😁Have a good one! 👋🏾

[kuma829]

Decorate♥Crimson Chocolat Festival Epilogue One

Aww~ My junior got his beloved girl, a great accomplishment. I guess I’ll congratulate him even if it’s hard for me~?

Cast: Koga, Kaoru, Rei, Keito, Kuro, Souma

Author: Yuuki Yoshino

Season: Winter

Koga: Hyah! Finally, it’s our time to shine!

Kaoru: Hey, hey, Koga-kun. What’s Adonis-kun upto?

Koga: Eh? Adonis has been lookin’ at some crushed up box for a while. It’s probably gotta do with Anzu and chocolates or somethin’.

Kaoru: You think so too!? Ugh, there’s so many things I have to ask Adonis-kun, like why on Earth is the box crushed.

But, when he looks at the box with such fondness, it just feels wrong to ask so bluntly about the situation.

Aww~ My junior got his beloved girl, a great accomplishment. I guess I’ll congratulate him even if it’s hard for me~?

Rei: Kaoru-kun, you’re talking like a nice, understanding, senpai, but…

That box he so fondly admires isn’t from Lady Anzu.

Kaoru: Wh, Then who gave it to him…? How do you even know that, Sakuma-san?

Rei: Kukuku, I’ve been here long enough, and I know all that happens.

More importantly, Kaoru-kun wants to know who exactly got him that box of chocolates.

It is a gift from his beloved child, you see.

Kaoru: Beloved… Child?

Rei: Tenma-kun. Adonis’s cute junior. That is the person behind the chocolates. You can breathe easy now.

As a side note, it seems like Tenma-kun enlisted Lady Anzu’s help in making the chocolates.

He asked her to not tell his seniors that he was thinking about giving them all chocolates.

Kaoru: Huh, so that was why… Anzu-chan was acting so strangely because…

Rei: That’s right. It’s because she was so dedicated to keeping her promise to Tenma-kun that it caused a peculiar misunderstanding. 

Kaoru: Ah… So it’s like that..

Koga: Oi, vampire bastard! Hakaze-senpai! Adonis too!

The Knights finished and AKATSUKI took to the stage, and everyone’s ravin’ about how fuckin’ spectacular it is!

It’s apparently nothin’ like their usual shtick, but still somethin’ good. All these females are makin’ a big fuss about it, just as much as the Knights performance!

Rei: Heh, AKATSUKI, hm?

Let’s take a look see, then. I wonder what kind of performance they entertain their customers with, I have to say I’m intrigued to see myself  ♪

Keito: ♪~♪~♪

(Heh, the audience is thundering, especially from our existing fans. Well, it’s not bad by any means, actually I’d say it’s remarkable how their voices seem to leak out of their mouths so effortlessly) 

Kuro: Woah, what a hell of a audience, eh? Ya think we could even beat the cheers Knights received?

Keito: Kiryuu, we’re in the middle of a live. Wait until we’re done to chat.

Kuro: I know, I know… But talkin’ to ya like this reminds me this is still our Hasumi. When you were performin’ back there it was like ya were a completely different person.

Keito: How could I be anybody else? And, hey, you’re also performing in a completely different manner that I never thought possible. When you turned around to give the audience that look…

Kuro: Oh, I’ve been practicin’ ever since Hakaze taught me. At first I was scared ‘bout the staring part…

But I did some of my own experimentin’, and arrived to a picture perfect angle, and, well, that’s how it’s done.

Souma: ♪~♪~♪

Kuro: Haha! Kanzaki is also performin’ so readily.

Just brushin’ up his hair a bit will excite the customers enough to “kyaa” away!

Hey, Hasumi, those UNDEAD guys came to check us out too. They look dumbfounded, don’t they?

Funny that, weren’t they the ones who taught us all our moves?

Whoops, I ended up talkin’ when ya said to wait until we were done, huh? Well, let’s get back to the main event and entertain our guests with our singing and dancing, shall we?

♪~♪~♪

Keito: (Kiryuu, you instantly captivated the audience, of course, you’re my trusty partner after all. Thanks to you, I’ve been robbed of my spotlight feature)

(But I am the leader of AKATSUKI, and so I must do everything in my power to show a performance that can rival yours. I’ll have the whole audience under my spell)

Happy Valentine's Day… ♪

♪~♪~♪

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[partyinthemysterymachine]

Ooh, deleted scene?

D E L E T E D - S C E N E

ok SO!! this is a Deleted Scene™️ (1/????) from the Library Arc©️ fiasco that it was (fond), specifically Ch64: Bible.

it's VERY silly, LOL, but the idea was in my brain and i had to do what i always do: Just Fuckin Write It Out, Cuz U Never Know If It's Worth It™️ (but also, i consider all my scenes - whether the make The Cut (haha, funny bc it literally got cut) or not - to be an exercise in character development; we're just here to have fun, gang!!)

so....... without further aduuuuuuu:

✨the deleted scene✨

(spoiler alert?? .. idk...???? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ spoilers-ish. maybe. FEH idk)

(CONTEXT: this occurred just after James came back up from the basement and Harry's telling him about the botched bible. Unfortunately i don't seem to have whatever'd led up to this, but one can only assume that James had the Universe Brained idea to suggest that Harry go look for another bible in the library.)

“By god, we are just on the same wavelength today!” Harry exclaimed, loaded with enough petty sarcasm to burst a bat. He pushed the chair back a bit at an angle to give himself room, threw one knee over the other, and landed the topmost a good  smack. “And yanno what?” Then, with the flair and wobble of a wet noodle, dropped his side into the short backing of the chair, and slung his bent elbow over its ledge, beaming at James’s unamused face. “I thought the same thing! — and even went to check!”

James stared deadpan into Harry’s fake, stretched-out smile. Facing each other with contrasting expressions like that, they looked like the famous pair of stage drama masks. He knew where this was going the moment Harry started up with his dramatic nonsense, and now that it seemed like Harry was waiting for him to take his turn, he still hadn’t decided how much freedom to be an asshole he wanted Harry to have.

His nose released a short bout of wind. “Oh dear. Oh no.” James uttered, all in a monotone that made plywood seem interesting. “Did something happen.”

“James, you are not going to believe this,” Harry began in a way so sugarcoated that James thought that if anything, the guy should consider hosting daytime TV as a backup in case his writing career ever failed, “but something. Did.”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes!”

“What was it.”

“Hold onto your ass, and onto your seat for this one— because they don’t. Have. One.”

James had never struggled so hard not to break character. He was so fucking close to cracking up that he was considering leaving right then and there; and yet, he bravely persisted. “Oh, no: they don’t have an ass, or a seat?”

But Harry was still talking, though. “But who [REDACTED] are of course both news to me, and totally unknown to me. It seems like you were right about your theory though, which is damn spooky, if ya ask me.”

“.. yeah,” James quietly replied. “I’m a little spooked too.”

“You sure Silent Hill didn’t give you a hint for this?”

“Not at all. — I mean, it didn’t give me a hint, or say anything about it. Honest.”

“I believe you; I’m just steppin’ on your tail for fun.”

“It’s okay.” pause “.. so what’s it mean?”

“That’s a question I’d love to answer,” he sighed, “but I got nothing. Ran into a bigger problem during all this. Look.”

“Trouble in River City - this copy of the Order bible is borked. Seemingly random too,” he elucidated, picking at dog eared pages to show James more examples, “but this seems too fucking messy, really, for it to be accidental.”

“No kidding. These were going to be shipped out to Utah in a box.”

“Jesus, you remember that?”

“What?”

“The destination. Utah.”

“Yeah, cuz I thought it was weird. It’s all Mormons over there. 

“You’re sharper than a hornet on a stick; I felt the same way. But yeah; this seems fucked. The good news is that we left the box back at the police station, and we ought to head over to the Central side of Silent Hill at some point, anyway.”

“Hmm. Yeah. Good call.”

“Thanks, I made it myself.” sighs. “I think, other than that? That’s it for me; I’m beat, James.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you make any progress with the moths?”

A shrug. “I made notes. I’ll go over them with you later.”

He looked thankful. “Sounds good.”

[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

[dabisweatyballs]

" Please let's me taste your carrot daddy. " bunny! Dabi x chubby human fem! Reader smut

Author: been having a brainrot over bunny dabi for few days and this is inspired by dabi cosplayer on twitter btw it's very nsfw video so I do waring y'all, It's pretty spicy🔥💙

Warings: daddy kink, rough sex, soft dom! dabi, sub! Reader, breeding kink, creampie, They're got a OF account so they're recording it, some pet names, oral (M)

Dabi press started on the camera, there were three different cameras for different angles. You were sitting on the bed in pretty baby blue lingerie.

Dabi goes up to you as he gently grabs your jaw to make you look at him." You look so pretty babydoll." You smile softly and rub your soft cheeks to his big rough hand.

" please.." He's raised his brow.

" please what princess? Use your words."

" please let me taste your carrot daddy." You whine softly as dabi leans in." Alright doll, pull my pants first." You nod your head as you get up to pull his black sweatpants and boxer down.

His cock springs out almost hitting you in the face. You giggle softly as you wrap your hands around his thick carrot.

You begin deep throating his cock making some whine and gag like noise. You feel his hands go through your hair playing it softly as you bob your head faster and faster.

You play with his heavy balls and feel his Jacob ladder piercings slide on your tongue.

Dabi groans out as he's pulling your head off, He's was gonna bust at any minutes from your talented mouth.

" fuck baby... That was too good but not right now daddy has to fill you up." You get up quick.

" do I take this off or leave it on daddy? " He's looking at your lingerie with lust filled eyes." On. " you nod your head as you go on hands and knees on the bed.

Dabi follows behind and removes his white tank top, He grabs your soft pudgy hips to him.

He's teasing himself and you for a bit as you whine out." Please daddy, I want it so bad please~! " you gasp out when He moves your panties to the side and slammed into your sweet pussy.

He's was already bottom out, begin to fuck you like a wild animal." Augh fuck~! Daddy i-it's feeling too good-! Your cock is splitting me in half." You cry out already feeling like your high is coming fast.

" please~! Can I touch myself please dadddy-!! " you turn your head to him to see the huge smirk and the predatory eyes.

" aughh~! You may-.. Fuck baby your pussy so fuckin' tight~! " He was pounding into you, making you see stars, his balls were slapping your clit to make it faster for your climax.

Your hand moves to your core to rub your clit fast and you begin to have your orgasm.

" Ahhh~! Don't stop daddy Please don't stop-! " you were a sobbing mess, you cream around his thick cock as your pussy milked him for all his worth.

Dabi groaned out loud as his thrusting was getting soppy, He's pause loving the feeling of your walls around his carrot.

Dabi gave one hard final thrust and shot his heavy load into your womb, filling it up.

You and him were breathing, He's slowly pulling out as He got up to grab the camera to bring it up close to his cum slowly coming out of your cunt.

Once everything was recorded, dabi turned off all three cameras.

" Do you want me to edit all these videos later and then give you a nice warm bath baby? " you nod your head, too tired to move.

[pufflocks]

Ok ok lady kuroo oneeeeee..

Kuroo fucking bottom male y/n in the school bathroom by pressing y/n again a wall and just fucking his brains out

Summary: Skipping with your boyfriend sounds fun. Right ? You were being rather bratty during lunch.. Maybe some discipline in those dirty stalls would whip you up straight. ♡

"-Come on, speak up. You were just saying how you'd much rather be doing something else." -T.K ❣

An: Please excuse errors. I most definitely rushed this out my drafts.

Warning: Degrading • Dacryphilia • Minor Gagging • Minor Slapping • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Tetsurou Kuroo

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It was lunch time. Or passing time some others call it as for some people would play on their devices or talk to their friends.

That's exactly what you were doing earlier, you decided to drag out the topic of how you think your boyfriend is just so protective in your conversation.

"Sometimes I wanna fuckin' breath-"

That's what you said, no ?

You were sitting next to and telling this to your boyfriends bestfriend, Kenma. He however just gave a light sigh saying something how could he help. Fingers diddling with his switch frantically. He obviously wasn't much help in situations like this, you know, but your mind was side tracked with your boyfriends glare.

'Hm..'

He was eyeing you down word for word as he silently watched you across your guys' table with your friends.

Watching you move shy hair strands from his bestfriends face and giving Kenma tips on his game. Not tha you had any particular idea in the game.

Why are trying so hard to be buddy buddy with him ? If you didn't even interest Kenma in any sexual form or other.

Tetsurou most definitely wouldn't let this just go by easily.

Lev only looked at his friend beside him then back at you in awe.

Yaku on the other hand had his eyes darted in his lap to his phone. No need to be in this conversation.

'Did he actually say that-?' He thought.

The chopsticks in Kuroos hand slipped from his fingertips as he chuckled under his breath. He didn't think you were this fucking down bad to get some dick.

All you really had to do was just ask. How fucking hard could that task be ? Could have easily fuck after school or at one of your guys' house. Gladly.

No doubt you would be coming back to this table with a dazed expression.

"Meet me in the bathroom, bubs." He whispered to you as he got up from his seat his dark aura following him out of the lunch room doors.

Yaku rose his head from his lap as his eyes darted your way, in disbelief, you were giggling happily as if you weren't about to get folded in half.

You got up from your seat leaving your barely eaten meal and two stunned friends, and one who's eyes were glued to his switch.

'Which one did he go to-' Thought unable to finish as you got pulled into a hard warm chest of someone you could only guess your lover.

You sensed his tense form as you shyly looked up to his face to only be met with dark pools of jealousy known as his eyes.

A shiver transferred to your head all the way down to your toes as a boner slowly began to form in your pants. Even when he was jealous and frustrated he could always be seen getting flat out drunk on his cat like existence alone.

And right now all you wanted from his noir existence was a dead. Good. Fucking.

"There something on my face or something ? Or are you imagining me as my bestfriend instead of me ? Your fucking boyfriend."

His words felt cold with a tinge of heated anger. He couldn't be truthfully angry at you could he ?

The only response he got from you was a shy shake of your head 'no'.

Gotta play like you didn't want your arse pounded like a dog in heat just a second ago.

You thought about your next moves as your pants got tighter by the second and your now playful and mischievous boyfriend glared down at your form.

'Ah–'

Not all the time did you see the man get hot and bothered up front like this, not in school at least.

Close within eachother faces, hot tension in the air. The heat coming off his body specifically was close to a bonfire in the summer, and you were his slightly charred marshmallow being close to the heat.

Melting into something deliciously horny.

" 'M just horny 'n wanna be fucked really hard today-" You whined. Never being the one to exactly whine and beg, but the last time you masturbated was about half a month ago !

It wasn't your fault he was so busy and such with volleyball though. He msdevsyre to have time for you every so often. Outside and inside of school he was the best boyfriend.

"Oh. Didn't notice you were so greedy. Why not ask me after school ?" He bluntly stated. Funny his he asked this and your erection is straining against fabric as you speak.

You tugged on the bottom of his uniform catching him off guard slightly. "If you don't fuck me right now, Tetsuro Kuroo I might just consider getting with Kenma !" You barked.

Tetsurou only smirked like the mischievous damn cat he was.

Leaning closer down to your face, "Alright then. When we get back from the stalls, I dont wanna here a word about the cum leaking out of your abused ass." He whispered for your ears only as he flicked a slightly erect nipple outside of your school flannel shirt.

¤ y.p.o.v ¤

"Yes, yes." I mumbled. My nipples were being stupidly played with.

"Bathroom.." I said. He only nodded, retreating his hands.

Making our way down to the bathroom was audibly quiet. Only our footsteps being heard throughout the silent halls.

My eyes skimmed his posture and tall stature as I noticed his bulge. Soon enough it was going to be forcefully filling me in some dirty stall.

I look up at Tetsu and see his unusual stoic face fall into something familiarly mischievous as he caught on to me.

The sexual appeal and aura was never lost as we made our destination. Thankfully, we made it to the bathrooms without me jumping on him right there and then.

"We're here and let's hurry this up, pretty boy. I dont feel like getting in trouble for fucking you between classes again." He stated. I only scoffed and chuckled lightly.

At this point I dont care if we skipped a few minutes just to fuck. Did it once, I'm sure we wouldn't get caught twice.

Walking in the bathrooms, the first thing I do is pull him down for a kiss. Reminding him that I'm still feeling it.

He chuckled in the kiss. Wrapping his rather long arms around my waist, picking me up as I tossed my legs over his waist. His muscular body holding me up as if I weighed like air.

"Bubs.. About fucking you into these stalls. You know why I'm gonna go rough right," I nodded slowly. Giving him a few small hickies on his neck.

Faking my innocence for a better fuck is always worth while. He took that as a thumbs up as he once again let out that noir chuckle of his.

"That's good to know babes~"

Further movements were heated skin to skin touches and kitten licks and bites of each other. Some movements pornos could never mimic.

His calloused fingers gripping my throat, forcing eye contact as he smirked on how wrecked I already looked. I would say it was embarrassing if my mind wasn't attracted to his knee gliding across my tight pant front.

"Looks like you need to get that attitude fucked out of you from earlier, hm ?"

My mind barely focusing on his wolfish voice as he licked a long strong underside of my jaw, making me visibly shake and quiver slightly. The contact we shared in this cramped stall has me gasping for air the more I think of someone barging in. Any second I could literally bust thinking of how he would fuck me harder, the two pairs of feet on ther other side of the stall merely nonexistent to us.

"Tetsu please- I want it really bad~ I was bad wasnt I ?" I was becoming desperate as I slithered my hand down to his own very visible, erection.

He groaned lightly before chuckling and kissing me once more. I know he knows that my actions with his bestfriend weren't intentionally to hurt him, but what if I had fucked his bestfriend-

My thought was intruded as he flipped me over the stall door and shucking my pants off my body. Doing the exact same to his own as he harshly pushed into me.

I choke out a long groan of surprise as he held me against his clothed chest. "Ah-! Wait Tetsu!~" I was hushed by long fingers. Poking and prodding on my tongue to my throat.

He whispered in my ear, "Shh, now what if we get caught and I get in trouble for fucking you ?~", nibbling on my earlobe tantalizingly slow.

Hot breath we shared as his dick ushered in and out of my puckered hole. Minding you that we had no lube so the burn of him dragging himself in and out of me was a blinding pain.

My hands made attempt of pushing him away. Drool just at the corner of my mouth, fingers still at work.

He got the idea, pulled out to the tip, and lazily drooled on his shaft. His shape successfully returning to it's desired place.

"Can't have you hurting too bad. Even though this is a well deserved punishment~" He smirked at his own comment.

Right. I got myself in this situation and every second of it I loved. So close to the spot aswell-

"NGH–! Hah~ Shit Tetsu~ Right- Right thereee~!!" I shut my eyes closed tightly. My dick dripped precum as every few thrusts directed to my prostate.

"I found your spot, hm ?~ My baby finna cum soon ?~ Want me to jack you off or should I not, keep in mind your not off the hook, love.~" He mocked as his hands gripped my left leg, sandwiching between the stall door and my lover.

His other hand on my dick refusing of ejaculation. The new angle and pressure on my cock making my head fall back.

God I felt like I was going dumb and on his dick !

"PLEASE— I NEE- AH!~ I NEEF TO CUHM!~" I babbled. I doubt he heard me clearly though

Tetsu spat in his hand as his hand rapidly started to glide across my shaft. The slick palm feeling heavenly on my member. It was all so overwhelming !

Drool finally making it's way down my chin and hicked up throat.

"Bubs- Fuck-! Babe I'm finna cum in this sweet ass. Better keep in too~ Let Kenma and everyone else know you have a boyfriend~" He grunted near my ear as I frantically nodded my cockhead probably a pretty red now, completely swollen and wet.

"Cu- Cuhminggg!!~" I slurred as a particular harsh thrust shoved me off the edge and the knot in my stomach grew and snapped.

I felt a gush of his semen flow in my abused hole as he grunted and stilled ministrations. His cock head snug on my sore prostate.

"I- I hope you remember my words from earlier bubs. Wasn' playing." He scoffed as he checked out my blotchy neck and slobber slicked face.

The sight, I'm sure was obscene as he spread my cheeks. Cock head only inserted by the tip in hopes none of his hit substance fell on the bathroom tiles.

"Fuck Y/n.. Do this shit again I might just have to fuck you in front of Kenma~" He said tauntingly, slapping my ass aggressively as I eeked I surprise.

"I'm gonna leave first and you get cleaned up alright ? Don't want people to notice that we fucked like rabbits in the stalls." He said helping me with my clothes back on my body. I was too braindead to do about anything.

" Kiss.." My words coming out slurred. He looked up at me as he was helping me put my slacks on now. Leaning in giving me a long kiss.

My body leaned into his as I dragged my arms around his neck. Humming in satisfaction as I parted the sensually deep contact.

"You're so cute after sex !" He exclaimed as I ruffled his hair giggling now off my high.

He cleaned up after a few more shared pecks and left first as I sat on the toilet for about 6 minutes.

I checked my phone fir the time and I saw that it was nearing the end of the lunch hour.

'Fuck !'

I splashed some water on my face quickly before ushering to my next period. Being early wasn't so bad I suppose.

[scara-meow-che]

If requests are open perhaps you could write something for Kaeya for the camboy au?

Reader discovers their friend's little secret, he doesn't know that they know, and takes great pleasure in seeing him being reduced to a slutty subby mess.

I'm just feral for this smug man being reduced to a mess.

i am honestly speechless about this req 😳 please, let me offer myself to you because i love this idea so much, i am 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

kaeya has been your best friend since birth. you two were inseperable, basically like soulmates. you trust him, a lot, sharing him all your stories, crying to him whenever some asshole broke your heart, he would even treat you like a fucking queen, give you what you deserve yet you two never crossed the boundaries, staying in the label as "friends".

but some things had changed right when you two entered college. kaeya became arrogant, overwhelmingly cocky in ways that you can't handle. he changed, a lot, and you hated him for that.

yet fate always keep you two together.

right in the middle of your second semester in university, one of your dorm mates had left. it wasn't like you were affected but it is a problem when you don't have enough funds to keep the apartment to yourself. so you needed to have someone to live with you.

as if the heavens and earth were against your very being, kaeya was looking for another place that can cater to his certain "hobbies" as he called it. and as it goes, he was referred to you and you called him up for a meet up.

and that meet up means you need to face how much of a cocky bastard he is.

but it all worked out, god, you're thankful that he decided to mind his own business and let you do yours. yet living with him feels different, trying to live with how bossy and how prideful he is, everyday was so fucking stressful for you. the fact that you have to deal with your professors bs every minute of the day in university grounds, kaeya makes your apartment a living hell.

until one day, you just had enough.

you knew he was hiding something. there was something that doesn't make sense to you ever since he moved in. there's always a package being delivered weekly, his room reinforced with sound proofing, lights beaming from a set-up of his 3 computer screens the day you caught a glimpse of his room.

and that's when the cat's finally out of the box.

you were going to tell him off, stomping from the kitchen to his room. he may have forgotten to clean up for himself and arriving from university after a very hectic day, you just wanted to rest and you came back home to such a mess?

who wouldn't be mad?

and that's when you saw him, that's when you caught him the act. wearing these blue bunny ears, a collar wrapped around his neck and a dildo shoved inside his hole while moaning in front of the screen. he looks so pretty, making such a fuckin' mess on his bed, his dick twitching in his abdomen as he's close to coming undone. you were shocked, of course, who would've thought that your childhood friend was a camboy?

but at that moment, you were struck by epiphany and immediately knew how to get back to him.

"you sure act so high and cocky out in the streets yet you're a slutty mess behind the screens, huh?" you whispered in his ear, hands sliding down his chest, fingers leaving feather-touches on his nipples.

kaeya trembles in surprise, his cock twitches as he stutters out your name. that sounds so good, unlike the condescending tone he often use on you.

he's such a mess, looking down and saw how much precum had accumulated on the top of his dick, the lube shimmering under the light as he has the dildo shoved deep inside his hole, legs shaking from how close he was to coming but your presence had stopped him.

"aw, you're gonna come? wanna come with just that toy of yours?" you asked, taking in the way his eyes practically begged for you.

"i am, wanna come so badly." you chuckled at how low his voice was, so vulnerable, so cute below you. you sighed, looking at the screen and saw every comment flooding this little box and one had suggested something that caught your full attention.

"what do you say on being my little bunny?"

the question caught him off guard, face flushing darker and that was honestly so adorable, you wanna make him cry soon, wanna break him, reduce him to nothing but a sobbing little whore.

"do you want to be my good boy?"

he nodded, looking at you, showing you the secrets he had been keeping. kaeya had always liked you, he does but this was something that he can't afford for you to see and yet the way you already knew what to do, how to handle him, how to control him with those eyes he loves so damn much, he follows like your good little bunny.

"i do, please, let me be your good little bunny?" he pleaded and that made you desire him in more ways than one.

you started to move around him, going straight to his front and removed the dildo that was keeping his hole full. he whimpered, hands griping on your arms, thighs closing and lips trembling.

"f-f/n," he whispered but you had him groaning when you shoved it back in. he tilted his head back, his whole body electrified at the feeling of the toy perfectly hitting the very spot that had him melting.

"i think i should always fuck you like this," you declared and started your relentless thrusting, keeping the same angle just to hit his g-spot over and over again. "just to stop your mouth saying bullshit every now and then."

your words had him moaning out your name.

"what a masochist," you spat without a hint of care, roughly pummeling on his hole. to pull out more reactions from him, your free hand started jerking him off, thumb swirling at the tip, spreading all the precum on the side, kneeling down to show how much kaeya was writhing in pleasure, all because he's being fucked by you.

"c-close, 'm close, gonna cum for you." he could barely make out those words, toes curling, hips shaking, body folding back as the waves of his orgasm crashes him down before you. he spills so much on your hand, covering your skin with his load. you drive him mad, barely stopping from ramming the dildo on his spasming hole.

"fuckㅡhahㅡtoo much! too much!" you can now see him cry, head shaking that the bunny ears fell down to the side.

and you didn't stop.

"give me one more. i wanna see you come once more." the oversensitivity filling in every nerve on his body took him to a fast paced bliss, his cock barely stopping from shooting so much cum.

he was a mess and so were you.

"f-f/n, hold me, please." he breathed out, his whole form close to collapsing on the bed but you held him. you have him in your arm, brushing away the hair covering his face, smiling at him because of how proud you are for him.

"my sweet bunny. so good for me, huh?" you said while eyeing your other hand smothered with cum. "will you lick my hand clean for me?"

being the good boy that he is, he grabs your wrist and licked you from your palm and suckled on every finger that you have.

"do you know what this means?" with doe eyes, kaeya focuses on you and waited for you to finish your statement. "good boys get their rewards."

you didn't even let him finish cleaning you up as you push him down the bed. you immediately discarded your clothes, leaving yourself bare. kaeya was speechless yet the sight of you naked had him humming in delight.

you placed both your legs besides his thighs, reaching out for his throbbing cock and slowly slides it from your clit all the way to your hole. he was shaking, still sensitive from his orgasm but he's still hard, still craving to be fucked and you'd make sure to milk his balls dry.

"now, hump on me bunny."

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Can I get: "You have 5 minutes to make me cum, or you know what will follow"

"Deep down you want this and you know it"

"You can do whatever you want to my body, but don't you think you own me"

For yandere Dabi plz?

Dabi/F!Darling: "Deep down you want this and you know it."

TW: Noncon

He wasn't surprised that she'd screamed when he'd wrapped his arms around her from behind. It'd only been a few weeks since he'd kidnapped ____ and she was definitely still jumpy. His threats and terrifying displays of what his Quirk could do if she tried to escape probably hadn't helped, but Dabi actually liked how scared she was; if she was scared of him the way she should be, then she wouldn't try anything stupid like running out of the apartment or trying to fight him and escape.

"Relax," Dabi said, feeling her squirm and try to free herself from his grasp.

"I d-didn't do anything wrong," ____ said frantically. Whenever he touched her from behind, it had usually been followed by a punishment: little burns to her outer thighs and arms, spankings until her skin felt like it was burned, isolation until she stopped being stubborn and clung to him, watching someone she'd tried to flag down by the bedroom window go up in flames. What did she do? Why was he mad? What would he do? "I don't know what I d-did, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I--"

Dabi shushed her and she let out a whimper. He walked her over to the large mattress on the bedroom floor and held her against him while he let his hands wander up and down her trembling body. "You're not in trouble," he assured, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "Just relax, alright? I wanna cuddle." He smiled as he heard ____ choke back a sob and press her thighs together; she knew by now what it meant whenever he said he wanted that. She'd wake up in the middle of the night to him on top of her, clapping a hand over her mouth or kissing her to muffle her screams before prying her legs apart to "cuddle" with her for as long and as much as he wanted. If anything, she was lucky to get a warning before it happened like this instead of those times when she'd just suddenly felt him inside of her and heard him panting and moaning against her skin.

Dabi squeezed one of her thighs and she immediately spread her legs to give him access to what he wanted. Dabi snickered. "Good girl," he praised, kneading her breast with his other hand and circling his fingers around her clit through her panties. "See? You're learning. I used to have to threaten to burn your clothes off or spread your legs by myself." He nibbled on her neck and lazily started to rut against her backside as he continued to tease her through her clothes. "Or..." He trailed off as ____ squirmed against him, rubbing her ass against his crotch in the process as she tried to hide how she had started to rock her hips in time with his. "Maybe you really do want it this time." His voice lilted a bit as he continued to tease her. "That it, huh? You like getting your pussy played with by a big bad Villain?"

"No!" ____'s voice cracked and she bit the inside of her cheek. She hated this. She hated HIM. He kidnapped her, he'd killed people in front of her, he'd tortured her and used her body to fulfill every sick desire that came into his head. This was just a response to stimulation, that was all...wasn't it? Her body couldn't tell the difference between him or someone she genuinely wanted to be with, and it didn't matter if she consented or not; getting turned on by being touched in her most sensitive places didn't negate that she didn't want this. She just wanted this to end, she wanted to go home, she couldn't stand being in this sick bastard's dingy apartment any more.

Dabi laughed and quickly shoved his boxers down past his waist, moaning softly when he guided his cock in between ____'s thighs to hump her through her panties. "Still in denial, I guess." ____ let out a small squeak as she felt the blunt head of his cock brushing against the already-damp fabric of her underwear. It...it was because of his precum or something. She wasn't turned on. She wasn't wet, she wasn't. It had to be him.

"I dunno," Dabi continued with a tsk; he stopped playing with her sensitive little bud and eased a few of his fingers through her panties. Immediately he felt her slick against his rough fingertips and dragged them up and down over her cunt as it twitched from the new stimulation. "If you don't want me to touch you, then what's all this?" He used his other hand to squeeze the fat of her ass and then pull her panties down to rub his cock against her directly. The fingers running along her dripping cunt were unbearably hot, even compared to her insides that felt molten to the touch from that coil of pressure and heat building up as she rode against him.

"D-Dabi, please, don't," ____ sobbed. She tried her best to keep still, but his fingers and cock felt too good to just ignore. If she didn't have firsthand experience in what he could do with his Quirk and those blue flames that were seared into her memory, she would've wondered if he had the power to control people's bodies. Why else would she be rutting her hips like this? Why would she feel closer and closer to cumming from her kidnapper's touch?

The smell of burnt flesh, smoke, and cheap shampoo swirled in ____'s nose and she just barely suppressed the urge to vomit as she felt him drag his tongue along her skin. She just knew that she would wake up tomorrow with bruises from how hard he was biting and sucking on her. Her breath was rapid as she felt herself just a few seconds away from coming undone. "Dabi, please st--please, please...D-don't, stop, stop it!"

Dabi rolled his eyes and lined his cock up with her entrance; some of her slick landed on the head of his cock and he sighed pleasurably. "Don't play fuckin' coy, princess," he taunted. He circled his fingers around her clit as fast as possible and shoved his cock inside of her with one swift movement of his hips. "Deep down you want this and you know it." ____ covered her face as she sobbed, tears staining her cheeks as wave after wave of unwanted pleasure coursed through her entire body and Dabi harshly fucked her through her orgasm. As she twitched and screamed on top of him, Dabi finally let himself cum inside of her tight walls with a groan and kept her in place as he filled her up completely. A mixture of his cum and her juices dribbled from her hole and ran down his cock, making her sniffle and making him bite his lip while he moaned softly.

The sheen of sweat on ____'s skin felt like a layer of ice compared to the warmth radiating from her core. Dabi's cock left her too full, and no matter how she tried to angle her hips against him it was an uncomfortable intrusion that dragged and rubbed her walls. Her face was a blotchy mess of sweat, tears, drool, and a trickle of snot from how hard she'd been crying before. She wasn't even able to muster up a feeble broken plea for Dabi to pull out of her, and instead let her body go limp as he panted and caught his breath. Maybe she'd find that spark of rebellion and resistance tomorrow. Maybe it'd never come back and she'd accept being tormented by him until he killed her or threw her away after breaking her. But now, all she wanted was to fall asleep and enjoy a fleeting vacation from her reality.

[fullbusterfantasmic]

Love Potion ♋️ Chapter 4.7

Rated M

It’s all NSFW (As it should be)

1,933 words

A/N: The first position mentioned is called the butterfly or some shit (maybe?) idfk but I like it, & the second is the reverse cowgirl. Formatting is wonky, I know please look past it.

🌬Gray’s POV

The shine her eyes had held has begun to rapidly be overtaken as the (e/c) darkens, while she beckons me closer.

Her mouth is right beside my ear as she says;

“Ravish me...lay your claim on me...let every touch from you send me reeling, and begging for more...show me everything you’ve imagined doing to me and lastly...share every feeling you’ve kept hidden from me”.

The intense requests she made ignites a fire somewhere within me. Flames are rapidly consuming the protective layers of ice I’d long ago placed over my heart. Barriers erected after Deliora’s first attack, reinforced following the death of Ur...gone in an instant. Her tongue runs along the outer shell of my ear, lips placing a kiss to my temple. Pulling away, she then collapses back onto the pillows behind her, now surveying me through darkened, heavily lidded eyes.

My teeth clench as the familiar darkness begins to surface and my internal struggle begins. She asked for it....so why not give it to her? I shouldn’t...I....I’m ready to...no I NEED to let her in that now open space within my heart, within my very barren soul.

You don’t know what you do to me...

✨Your Pov

Im nervous...

I may have asked too much, it was too soon for me to come on so strongly! He still has yet to look at me, and his long bangs obscure his eyes from view.

“Gray I-“

I began to try and retract my previous statement but he interupts me. “From the very first moment I laid eyes on you I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen....and the most dangerous...” he moves out from between my legs, motioning for me to lay on my side. “ I knew if I got close to you I’d end up falling for you and that would put you at risk...”. One of his legs now rest underneath mine and my other rests over the top of his.

“Try as I might, I couldn’t force myself to get or stay away from you; somehow we always end up spending time together” he pauses, pressing a kiss to my temple before continuing; “ -and now we’re here...”.

The room is growing colder once more, goosebumps cover my exposed flesh and I lightly begin to shiver. My entire body is shaking by the time his voice reaches my ear; “With all that being said...I’m done explaining myself, and I’m done talking”.

“Now I’m going to fuck you senseless, this entire town will know you’re mine by sunrise” The vow is whispered to me in such an intimate way, it has my internal walls fluttering, before clenching around nothing. That is soon remedied; A surprised turned pleasurable cry slips out from between my lips as Gray effortlessly slides into me.

This position is a first for me, and experiencing it with this god like man...Said position has quickly become a “10 out of 10, must do again”. He holds my body so closely against his, and somehow those skilled fingers are still roaming up and down my sides. Occasionally pausing their ministrations to ghost across my chest or rub tantalizing circles Into my clit. The angle in which he thrusts into me puts the head of his cock in the perfect position to hit my G-spot each and every time he bottoms out.

The whole “I’m finished talking now” line was absolute bullshit! As soon the smug Ice mage was balls deep inside me, did the sinful whispers begin. Dear God! That deep husky voice alternating between uttering the most endearing things, having my eyes growing wet with tears. Only to make a flawless transition into speaking the most obscene and sensual promises (or threats), have my face continuing to burn red.

I was an absolute wreck.

“You should see yourself right now...Completely fucked out of your mind, slobbering all over, and tear stains coating your cheeks...yet still so breathtaking”. My enthralled lover may no longer be whispering, but the chill of his breath on my neck is still ever present. I don’t speak, I knew my ability of coherent speech had vanished long ago.

Gray doesn’t need my words to go off of now, not when my breath hitches and my body jerks involuntarily. “This one will be....number four right?” He sounds so proud. That wasn’t really a question, and I wouldn’t of answered it even if I could have.

As much as I craved release, my pride urged me to deny it. A small voice inside my head is saying; “Ignore the relentless tingling of your clit, the tight wound knot in your stomach, the pressure from that magnificent cock sinking itself into your deepest depths...”.

Dammit ___________, get it together!

You are a proud Fairy Tail mage; A living embodiment of strength, determination, and destroyer of adversity! You’ve let this man turn you into putty within his hands, he thinks he owns you! Now it’s time for you to reclaim your pride and turn the tables on him!

Who am I kidding?

🌬Grays POV

“Holding back now are we?”

I can’t help but tease her when she’s trying so hard to hide the fact that I have her teetering on the edge of bliss. She lets out and annoyed huff and I poke one of her inflated cheeks, making sure my cock is buried inside of her as far as it can go.

“You take my cock so well baby, you’re already starting to shape to me on the inside...you’ll be my perfect little cock sleeve in no time” I murmured before giving her another nice dark love bite to match the one on the other side of her neck. “I know you want to drench my cock some more” my ice coated finger flicks against her clit before circling over it.

“Hah!” she shrieks at the frozen contact to her bundle of nerves, involuntarily jerking and in turn slamming her hips backwards, burying my dick inside her once more. The tip of my head just barely makes contact with her cervix, and then her walls suddenly contract, clamping down around me. I have to give every effort to not paint them white as not only her ecstatic wail reaches my ears, but I look down just in time to see her lightly spritz the hand id been using to play with her clit.

For a moment my brain begins to short circuit, and then it just shuts down completely.

✨ Your POV

That was....incredible.

Several minutes pass with my mind reeling from the intense orgasm I’d just experienced. It’s like I’m drunk, but not from the alcohol I’d consumed earlier. Drunk from the dopamine flooding my brain, and my heart swelling with overwhelming feelings of love. Love....love for the man currently sharing my bed.  Before I can turn to Gray and embarrass myself with a bunch of post orgasm love drunk rambling, I remember something....oh my god.

I sober up and am slammed back into reality almost instantly. My face begins to burn and I Stifle a cry of humiliation as I realize; I’d just squirted all over his hand! That’s never happened to me before! Gray hasn’t said one word...he’s been silent since it happened! He probably has a look of disgust on his face, I can’t bring myself to look and see.

I try to move,, intent on getting away to take refuge on the other side of the bed. His arms immediately constrict around me, “Oh no you don’t, you aren’t going anywhere!”.  Suddenly he’s flat on his back keeping a firm grip on my hips as I’m forced to straddle him. Glancing over my shoulder I see the proud smirk he’s wearing, then he speaks; “Never had a girl do that before...I like it” giving me a wink afterwards. “Sh-Shut u-up” I mumble as I return my gaze to the wall in front of me, breathing deeply in attempt to calm my palpitating heart.

“Y’know normally I’d give you a little break but... I can’t...not after seeing you do that” he pauses, and I can’t see his eyes roaming over my back side, but I feel his hands slide down from my hips. Then a sharp SMACK resounds around the room, followed by my startled gasp. “Ride me...now!” a fierce growl preludes another sharp smack to my other ass cheek.

I don’t even bother to stop the excited shake that over takes my body, the sudden change into this demanding demeanor is thrilling! Keeping my back to him, I’m quick to position myself over his length and begin to sink down on it. The soft mewl I emit is drowned out by a hiss as the tip of his dick slips between my lips. “That’s it...good girl” he praises as he begins to rub out the red marks on my ass.

Eager to please I get straight to work.

Albeit a bit awkward at first, but Im able to get a steady rhythm going in no time. “So much better than in my dreams...fuckin’ hell __________ your ass is perfect! Yeah that’s it babe, bounce it just like that” Gray mumbles appreciatively, completely enamored with the sight in front of him. “Dream about me often do you?” I tease, throwing him a smug glance over my shoulder. “More often than I’d ever care to admit, now turn around and face me would you?.

I do as he asked, rotating my body to face him. He gently pulls me down towards him and I stop short, my face now inches above his own. My stomach feels like it’s filled with butterflies at the sudden closeness. Unsure of what to do I quietly whisper an awkward sounding “Hi”. A wide grin appears on his face as he responds; “Hi” followed quickly by a chuckle at my sudden awkwardness.

Now we’re both smiling at each other like complete dorks, and I’m compelled to lean forward and kiss him. I resume my ride as his tongue curls around mine, quickly losing myself in the passion of this moment. Gray is quick to pick up the slack, thrusting his hips upward each time mine sink down. The atmosphere in the bedroom has changed, we both feel it. When I say his name again it comes out in a breathy whine.

His eyes reflect an emotion I’ve never seen in them before and his tone is gentle when he says “I know baby, hold on just a little longer for me”. Strong arms wind themselves tighter around me, drawing my body in as close as possible as he speeds up the pace of his thrusts. “I want to feel you gush all over my cock when I finally get to cum inside you” his lips are on mine again, kissing me passionately while bouncing me up and down on his cock.“That okay with you baby? Do you want me to fill up this tight little cunt?”

My confession comes out quick and shameless; “Yes! God there’s nothing I want more right now, I’ve wanted that for ages!”.

“Tell me, who do you belong to now snowflake?”

“YOU! I belong to you now Gray”

“Tell me you need me”

“I need you, I never want to be without you, so please just-“

“Tell me...” he pauses, placing a hand on my cheek and staring into my eyes.

“Tell me you love me”.

[drabbles-mc]

Unfinished Business

Angel Reyes x Reader

Warnings: language, sex, oral sex

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I haven’t written smut in so long, but I’ve read so many good fics in the fandom that it inspired me to give it another shot. So, enjoy some dominant, angry Angel Reyes 🤤

It had been well over a week since you had spent any real quality time with Angel. You understood why he was busy—between the club and his family he hadn’t had more than a few spare minutes here and there to text you, or stop in quickly on his way home to say goodnight before taking off again. You weren’t mad about it, but you weren’t happy about it either.

But things were finally starting to calm back down for him. And yet, he had yet to reach out and ask to come over, or ask you to come and see him. You were patient and understanding but you were also needy. So you decided to take matters into your own hands. You knew that everyone was going to be at the clubhouse tonight, a miniature celebration of making it through a stressful couple of weeks, and you were going to make a guest appearance.

You leafed through your closet, deciding on a low-cut black tank top and a tight dark green mini-skirt. Angel loved it because it matched his bike, and you liked it because Angel’s pupils would double in size every time he saw you wear it. You slipped on a pair of black Converse and set off to do your hair and makeup.

You rolled into the scrapyard before the guys were back, which was exactly what you were hoping for. You parked your car, grabbed your purse, and made your way over to the clubhouse. It was sunny and silent, a very different vibe than what it was going to be in a couple hours when everyone was back home and ready to decompress.

Chucky was the only one to be seen when you strode in. He smiled and waved to you, “Hey, Y/N. No one is back yet.”

You smiled, nodding, “I know. I just got here early to take care of a few things. Plus, I can help you set up! What do you need me to do?”

He smiled, shaking his head, “I can’t ask you to do that. Angel would—”

“Angel isn’t here, is he?” you cut him off with a smile, “So, how can I help you, Chucky?”

He shifted on his feet, trying to figure out how to navigate these waters, “I need to go and get a liquor delivery. Can you stay here and keep an eye on the clubhouse for me? I should be back in less than an hour.”

You nodded, “You got it. Go do what you gotta do, Chucky.”

He gave a single nod, “You are the real Angel.”

You laughed to yourself as you watched him walk out of the clubhouse. You loved all of the guys, of course, but there was something so enjoyable about every exchange you had with Chucky. You never wanted to see him leave.

You took advantage of Chucky’s absence to set your plan in motion. You slipped off to the bathroom. It was tight quarters, which was the thing you hated most about the clubhouse, but you could make it work. You locked the door and set your phone up to record yourself. You set the phone on the one shelf in the bathroom that held a couple extra rolls of toilet paper, and then perched yourself up on the sink counter, feet resting on the closed toilet lid, making sure the camera got just enough of an upward angle to see clearly up your skirt. You dug around in your purse for a moment, smiling evilly to yourself as your fingers landed on your small bullet vibrator. You tossed your purse to the floor and hit the self-timer on your phone to start recording.

The bathroom and clubhouse were both silent. You smirked into the camera before making a show of slowly hiking up your skirt, exposing the small piece of pink fabric that was passing for your underwear. You turned on the vibrator, the sound seeming so loud against the silence of the small room that you were in.

You lowered it, lightly tracing it over the outside of your panties, gasping at the initial contact. Your body instinctively moved to grind against the vibrator, letting out a low moan. You knew you weren’t going to be able to hold out for very long—you hadn’t been touched by Angel or yourself in ten days and your body was screaming for a little bit of release.

You turned the intensity up on the vibrator, letting out a raspy, “Fuck,” as your body began to tremble. Your panties darkened and dampened from your arousal, and it was taking every last bit of self-control to not let yourself come right then. You bit down hard on your lip, “Mmm,” you threw your head back, “fuck, Angel, I miss you.”

It had only been a couple minutes but you knew you were going to have to tap out. You looked straight into the camera as you pulled your panties to the side, “Too bad I’ll have to cum without you,” you slid the vibrator inside of you and moaned loudly.

What started off as a tease for Angel vey quickly turned into some overdue relief for yourself. Between the feeling of you pumped the vibrator in and out, and the vibrations themselves, it was only a matter of moments before your eyes were rolling back in anticipation of your orgasm. You fought the urge to scream as your core tightened, legs locking up as your body finally got a sweet sense of release. You felt light-headed as you turned the vibrator off, trying to catch your breath as you slowly pulled it out of you.

You looked back into the camera, repositioning your underwear and sliding the vibrator in and out of your mouth, tasting yourself. You leaned forward with a satisfied smirk, “I’ll see you soon, Amor,” stopping the video.

Before watching it and sending it, you wanted to straighten yourself out first. You hopped down, fixing your skirt and checking to make sure your hair and makeup were still okay. You washed off your vibrator, putting it back in your purse with a chuckle. You grabbed your phone and left the bathroom, no one would ever know you were in there.

You took a seat at the bar, and after a quick rewatch of the video to make sure he would be able to hear you, you set about sending a text to Angel. Your fingers flew across the keyboard, “Since you haven’t been around to take care of business, I had to do it myself xo” you attached the video and sent it on its way. Your whole body was trembling for more than one reason now as you anxiously awaited an answer.

About five minutes later your phone buzzed, a notification for a text from Angel appeared on your screen. Your hands shook as you opened it, wondering what you were getting yourself into, “Better make sure those panties are off by the time I get home if you want me to fucking take care of business”

You let out a shudder, but didn’t respond to him. It’d be more fun this way. In the meantime, Chucky returned and the two of you got the place set up for everyone’s return. There wasn’t a whole lot to be done, but between the two of them it all got finished rather quickly.

Another hour or so ticked by, and more people had filtered in to be part of the action once everyone was home again. The music was on and people were already drinking, but you were scrolling through your phone when you heard the deafening sounds of the whole club arriving back at the clubhouse. You tossed your phone in your purse, placing the bag behind the bar where it wouldn’t get lost in the shuffle. You stood up, straightening yourself out before the guys all walked in.

Everyone was all smiles as they crossed the threshold of the clubhouse. You greeted all of them with smiles and hugs. You had caught Angel lingering at the back of the pack and you were wondering if that was calculated or not.

You stepped over to him to give him a hug and a kiss, but didn’t even get the chance. He spun you around and began firmly guiding you across the expanse of the clubhouse, “Bathroom, now,” he growled. Your whole body felt like it was on fire just from those two words.

He pushed you into the small room, closing and locking the door behind the both of you. You laughed, “Not even a hello?”

“Yea, you think you’re real fuckin’ funny, don’t you?” he backed you up against the sink counter. He had at least a foot on you, a height gap you usually tried to close with heels. You craned your neck back to look him in the eye. His expression read as angry but you could see the look in his eyes—he had been fighting the urge to take you right in the middle of the clubhouse. His hand crept around your throat and he applied the slightest bit of pressure, “You think I can’t take care of you?”

Your knees were already weak, but you weren’t going to give in that easily, “You certainly haven’t been.”

His grip on your neck tightened, “Better watch that fuckin’ mouth, Y/N, it’s gonna get you in trouble.”

“What’re you gonna do?” you smirked at him, loving every second of this game.

He let go of your neck, using both hands to yank your skirt up and heft you up onto the counter. The speed and ease with which he was able to toss you around never ceased to amaze you, and turn you on. His hands strayed down to your now-exposed hips. His fingers wrapped around the thin fabric of your underwear. “What’d I say about these?” he leaned in and growled into your ear.

Before you could respond he ripped them off, tossing them to the side, causing you to gasp. You reached for his belt but he grabbed your wrists, able to hold them both tightly with one hand. He leaned in, taking in your scent as his other hand cupped your face. The feeling of his beard against your neck made you break out in goosebumps. He kissed and sucked on your earlobe for a moment before asking, “You want me to take care of you, Princesa?”

You knew you were in for it when he started calling you that—that pet name was reserved for when you were being especially bratty. “Yes,” your voice was barely above a whisper.

Without another word he dropped to his knees, pulling you close to him by your hips. You braced yourself on the counter, whimpering in anticipation. His breath was warm against your thighs and core. You gripped his shoulders, pushing him into you. He let out what you assumed was a laugh as he pressed his tongue and lips against you. You moaned, nails digging into him as his tongue repeatedly went over your clit.

“Make me cum, Angel,” you begged.

He reached up, sliding two fingers into your mouth. You moaned, wetting them for him. He brought his hand back down, sliding his fingers in and out of you as his tongue continued to work you over. Your cries grew louder, and there was no doubt that the clubhouse was hearing you call his name, and Angel loved it. He slowly rose to his feet, still pumping his fingers into you. He pressed his lips hard onto yours, stifling your moans with a kiss for a moment before straying to your neck and leaving marks there for the rest of the world to see.

“Cum for me,” it was an order, and one that you were happy to oblige to. You gripped the back of his head, pulling his lips to yours in a heated kiss as you came.

“I love you, Angel,” you were trying to catch your breath still.

“Mmm, I love you too, Y/N, but we’re not done yet.”

“You said you wanted me to take care of business,” his hand was back at your throat, “We’re only halfway there. You still gotta pay up for that little stunt earlier, you know.”

He let go of your neck, guiding your hands to his belt buckle. You were still seated on the counter, hands shaky from everything you just experienced. You fumbled for a moment but were able to get the belt undone. You also undid the button and zipper on his jeans, nearly salivating as you tugged them down slightly. You lightly traced his erection through his boxers, causing him to gasp.

He pulled you off of the counter and spun you around so you were bent over it instead. He leaned close to your ear, “Enough teasing from you.”

You heard the sound of his jeans and boxers hitting the floor around his ankles. He lightly traced his fingers between your legs, your pussy still dripping. He let out a low chuckle as he lined himself up at your entrance. Your breathing wavered in anticipation. He slowly started to push into you, both of you letting out moans of pleasure.

He started thrusting into you slowly, pulling out almost all the way before filling you up again. You could hear him cursing under his breath about how good you felt, and it made your knees weak. The slow pace was torturous but you loved it.

Then, just as you were adjusting to the pace, he slammed into you. You yelped in surprise and he quickly wrapped a hand around your throat, applying pressure. “This is what you wanted, right?” he grunted as he continued fucking you over the counter, “Isn’t that right, Princesa? You wanted me to come home and take care of business?”

He let go of your throat and you coughed, trying to catch your breath. You were lightheaded from a mixture of the overstimulation of him fucking you and also the lack of blood that was getting to your brain while his hand was around your neck. Your hands gripped the edges of the counter as his fingertips dug into your hips, pulling you back against him over and over. His hold on you was the only thing keeping you from collapsing to the floor.

He smacked your ass, “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” it was half-whisper, half-moan.

“Fuck, Y/N,” his voice was raspy, “You’re gonna make me cum.”

You felt his grip tighten even more as he continued to pound you. He let out a moan as he came inside you, making your knees finally give way. He was able to brace and keep you somewhat upright. He let out a chuckle as he pulled out of you, lifting you so that your back was pressed flush against his chest. You sank back against him with a shaky sigh.

“Is ten days too long, Y/N?” he whispered in your ear. All you could do was nod in response, earning another laugh from him. He spun you around and kissed you hard on the lips before letting go of you and pulling his pants back up. He slowly slid his hand up your thigh and between your legs, “Better clean yourself up, Amor. We still have a party to go to.”

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Sexting with Neighbor!Frankie (starts out as an innocent conversation and then turns absolutely filthy) 😶

oh I've been looking forward to this one!

warnings: some dirty talk (text)

[neighbor!frankie masterlist]

A week or so went by and you still hadn't stopped thinking about the way Frankie kissed you. His lips, his tongue, his taste--it was all still ingrained in your mind. You wanted to do it again badly, but didn't want to seem desperate. He texted you a few times but it never led to more.

That was until tonight.

Your phone buzzed on your bedside table and you already knew who was messaging you.

Frankie: hey u busy?

You: no. what's up?

Frankie: i wanna kiss u again also im a little drunk

You giggled at that and another message came through.

Frankie: u in bed?

You: yeah why?

Frankie: wish i was too

You: in your bed?

Frankie: yeah with u

Your eyes widened at that and your face grew hot.

Frankie: sorry.

You: don't be. i kinda wish you were in bed with me too.

Frankie: then i could kiss u again. i love kissing u.

Frankie: sry. i need to stop drinkin

You: is that all you wanna do in bed with me?

Did you really just send that message? It had been a very long time since you 'sexted' anyone but you hope you don't scare him away.

Frankie: i wanna do more. i dream about u

You: you do? good dreams?

Frankie: dreams i shouldnt be havin.

You: oh yeah?

Frankie: brb gotta walk my friends out

You waited a few moments for him to text you back but when your phone buzzed this time it was more than a text. Frankie had sent you a picture. The angle was a little weird and the picture slightly blurry but he was a little drunk. You could still see him though and that was the important thing.

He was smiling a bit and his hair was slightly messy. He had a flannel shirt on with the sleeves rolled up and jeans that accentuated his lovely thighs. His tummy poked out a little and that made you smile. You were gonna pretend you didn't see the bulge that was oh so obvious.

Frankie: how do i look?

You: you look great.

It was only fair to send him a picture back right? You sat up in bed and took a quick picture for him, making sure it wasn't too much. Though right now you'd send this man any kind of picture he wanted.

Frankie: oh wow. u look so comfy and sexy. i'm gonna tell u something. u promise u won't get mad?

You: promise

Frankie: i think about having sex with u

You dropped your phone to grab a pillow and scream into it. You giggled excitedly then took a few deep breaths to calm down.

You: do you really? and how is it?

Frankie: fuckin amazing. sry. is that wrong? sry. r u mad at me?

You: why would i be mad at you?

Frankie: cuz i said i wanna have sex with u

You: maybe i wanna have sex with you too

You imagined him sitting up straight and gawking at his phone when he got that message. It was time to surprise him a little more.

You: that night we kissed...i wanted more

Frankie: like what?

You: i wanted to climb into your lap and straddle you and feel you against me

He took a while to respond and you wondered if you had creeped him out. Or maybe he had fallen asleep.

Frankie: i bet u feel good. its been so long. i need good.

You: you need good?

Frankie: yeah u know

You did know. Your phone buzzed again and it was another picture. You gasped at the sight of his bare chest and boxer briefs which didn't leave much to the imagination. This man was sending thirst traps and probably didn't even know what that meant. He was beyond handsome. The tipsy little smile on his face was adorable. Your eyes trailed down to his chest, his soft tummy, the happy trail. You were biting your lip.

Frankie: was that inappropriate? u can block me if it was. sry.

You: you're sexy

Frankie: i am? thx. im in bed now too. wish u were layin with me. id kiss u again.

You: i want you to do more than that

Frankie: ill do whatevr u want

The next thing you sent...you had no idea what came over you but it was sent and there was nothing you could do about it now.

You: i want you to fuck me

You couldn't see him but if you could you would've seen him drop his phone on his face. It took everything in him not to roll out of bed and be at your door in a minute flat.

Frankie: i would make love to u

You smiled at that.

You: i'd like that

Frankie: i would tell u how beautiful i think u r while i do. if u want, id let u get on top to show me how u like it

You: you're just fucking perfect, aren't you?

Frankie: far from it. i am horny as fuck for u tho

You: i am for you too. i might have to touch myself

Once again, you couldn't see him but if you could you would've seen that he had beaten you to the punch. Every text from you took him higher and higher and soon he would hit the peak.

Frankie: what r u gonna think about?

You: you and your kisses. i'll look at those pictures you sent too.

Frankie: anything else?

You: you inside of me

That was almost enough for him right there. You knew he said you guys would take it slow but, damn, if this wasn't making it hard.

Frankie: do u wanna make love to me for real?

You nodded your head as if he could see you.

You: yeah i really do

Frankie: let's make it happen

You sat up again.

You: when?

Frankie: whenever ur ready

You were ready right fucking now but you had to control yourself. He had had a few drinks and though he was only slightly drunk, you wanted him to be completely sober when you had him for the first time.

You: soon. i promise

Frankie: lookin forward to it 😘

You sent him another picture. This time you were blowing him a kiss.

You: sleep tight, sexy 😉😘

He had something to take care of first but you didn't need to know that.

Frankie: goodnight beautiful ❤

[missdreamshade]

The silence is deafening as the man stares down at me, his eyes hard but head tilted in curiosity. Why is he looking at me like that? A tiny squeak, somewhere between a yelp and a whimper, escapes my lips as he suddenly tugs on my wrists, sending me tumbling into his chest clumsily. My body collides with his despite my attempts to stumble backwards, his grip keeps me from moving away. I catch myself more than expected, pulling myself upright and looking up to see that our faces are barely millimetres apart, so close that our noses and lips are almost touching. The way he looks at me puts a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, a gut instinct that no matter what I do, I’ll never be able to change this guy’s mind about what to do with me. I stare at him, not daring to look away as his gaze flickers down to my lips, lingering for a few moments before moving back up and making eye contact with me. His eyes twinkle under the flickering, fluorescent stock room lights, a hint of an unrecognisable emotion glinting, glaring right back at me. My own eyes are wide, pleading, as I look up at him, but it’s no use. His words only worsen that feeling in the pit of my stomach. He’s not going to kill me. His grip shifts so suddenly, there’s no time to fight the change or to fight him. I let out a small noise of pain as his fingers dig into the flesh of my waist and hips, sure to leave bruises in their wake. He throws me over his shoulder so effortlessly, as though I’m some kind of rag doll, gripping my legs tightly to stop me from kicking. He speaks again, and though I can’t see his face, I know he’s smirking. Death’s too easy for a snitch. I was right. He’s gonna do worse than kill me. He’s gonna make me wish I were dead, to beg for him to kill me, only to torture me some more. Panic bubbles in my stomach, immediately overflowing as my heart pounds and my eyes sting with unshed tears. I feel like he can feel my rapid pulse, with my chest pressed against his back so tightly. My wrists are free, but what do I do with them? It’s impossible to fight from this angle without my legs free. He’s much stronger than I am, hitting his back will only anger him, and won’t get me any closer to freedom. I tilt my head up, looking at his friend, taking advantage of the fact that the man carrying me can’t see this interaction. I stare at him, straight into his eyes, begging him to do something, to help. He seemed to have some humility, a guilty look swimming in his brown irises, but all he does is swallow and look down at the floor.

“I-It’s not my fuckin’ f-fault that you can’t keep y-your mouth shut. Y-You were basically asking for the whole w-world to know, b-being so loud and t-talking about it in public. I-If you didn’t like th-the chase, you’d never h-have said it o-out loud, you would have j-just done it.” I manage, able to bring the wavering and shaking of my voice down to a minimum. My heart pounds louder and faster against his back, my lungs feeling like they’re about to explode as I await his response, unable to see his face to gauge a reaction to my words. I glance back at Mark, who’s expressive face tells me that I’d made an awful decision. Well, I’d rather piss him off and get him to kill me sooner in a fit of rage than go through the inevitable torture that has yet to come.

(i’m doing good, thanks anonnie! i’m glad to hear you’re doing well <3) -☀️

You’re so sweet! I’m glad to see you back, sweets! <3

•

“My my my.. you have quite a mouth on you, don’t you?”

His once amused tone turned dark. Almost sadistic.

Giving one quick nod to his partner, the man walked out the back exit. You watched in horror as you unwantedly approached two sleek black cars. Then, one of the car doors were open and you were harshly thrown into the backseat.

You thought the car door was just going to be shut, leaving you room to breathe, but to your dismay, the criminal’s hand found it’s way to your chin. His fingers gripped onto the flesh and tilted your head towards him, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“You’re lucky I don’t have the energy to deal with your attitude right now, princess.”

[sunnypogue]

hockey rafe gets jealous & fights (blurb)

alright babes - there were quite a few requests for coho!rafe to get into a fight during a game. 

fyi, it is v not allowed in college hockey, and results in a suspension. obviously rafe has already been in a couple fights this season, so getting in another one would be #bad. 

also, pls disregard the rude things asshole mark says about the south - we do not like him.

(warnings: cursing, fighting, etc.)

 you were the nicest girlfriend in the world. ever. in history.

you were sitting in a booth at your favorite mexican place, head resting in your palm as you sucked down your third margarita, straw never leaving your mouth.

meanwhile, your boyfriend, rafe was chatting away, oblivious to your boredom.

across from y’all were two visiting hockey players from ferris state - one was rafe’s good friend from bantam named wyatt, the other was wyatt’s teammate, mark.

it was a tradition for rafe & wyatt to grab dinner the night before their teams played, the hosting friend taking them to their favorite local hang. typically, this wasn’t a night you’d join in on, but rafe had been excited to introduce you to his childhood friend - you couldn’t say no.

you imagine it would have been fine if mark hadn’t tagged along.

mark was a lot from the jump. he was a transfer from a small minnesota college, and had never been south of the mason-dixon line. he had a loud personality and an even louder mouth, making small digs at anything related to the south - huntsville, the weather, the outfits, the men - you, being from the south, were over it. shockingly, your (normally) combative boyfriend hadn’t said anything about it, apparently too engrossed in his reunion with wyatt.

“hey babe,” you were jolted from your thoughts, as rafe nudged you with his shoulder. “wyatt and I are grabbing another drink - you want one?”

you looked down at your empty margarita glass, before looking back up towards him, nodding. “no salt this time, please.”

he smiled as he leaned down to kiss you, quick and chaste, before turning towards the crowded bar.

“what is that, your fourth one?” you heard mark scoff as soon as rafe was out of earshot.

you turned, crossing your arms as you faced the older boy. “is that a problem?”

he shrugged, sipping his beer. “just an observation.”

you rolled your eyes, leaning back into the booth. “you know, you don’t have to be here. you could go back to the hotel or wherever the hell you’re staying.”

he laughed, short and sharp. “and miss out on all this culture? I would hate to not get the full huntsville experience.”

you turned your head towards the bar, not wanting to engage with him. out of your peripherals, you watched him knock back the remainder of his beer (his fifth one, you bitterly noted) before he spoke,

“you know, I don’t think I’ve actually gotten the full huntsville experience.”

you angled your body towards him slightly, not responding, but intrigued in what he had to say next.

he leaned in, a smirk on his face, “I figure I might as well fuck a southern belle while I’m down here. seems like it’s all you people have to offer.”

you stared at him, mouth agape. “you’re a fucking pig, you know that?”

he laughed, sliding over to sit right across from you. “you’re a fuckin’ pig,” he repeated, mocking your drawl. “shit, honey, maybe you’ll do. you’ve kinda got that sloppy drunk southern thing going on - I can work with that.”

you were on your feet in a second, head reeling. “what the FUCK did you just say?”

he smirked, shrugging his shoulders, before you barreled on, yelling, “I can’t believe you’d fucking say that to a stranger, you little bastard! what the fuck do you think you’re doing, fucking hitting on me with my boyfriend literally 30 feet away,” your face was bright red, part embarrassed, part pissed, hands clutching your purse. “you’re a fucking pervert, fetishizing women like that!”

“what the hell is going on?”

you turned to see rafe and wyatt, both holding drinks, taking in the scene. mark was unfazed in his chair, an amused smile on his face. you were breathless, cheeks red, knuckles white.

“nothin’ man, thanks for the drink.” mark leaned forward to grab his beer from wyatt.

rafe moved towards you. “it doesn’t really look like nothing. my girlfriend usually doesn’t call strangers fucking perverts unless they deserve it.”

mark shrugged, “I don’t know man, she’s a little drunk - just started yelling. can’t understand much though, with that accent.”

you scoffed, anger flaring up again, “yeah right, you fucking insulted me and hit on me all the same breath. don’t turn this shit around on me.”

“whatever bitch, you’re drunk.” mark rolled his eyes, sipping on his beer.

rafe snapped, lunging forward -you and wyatt moved simultaneously, you grabbing at rafe’s arm, wyatt blocking him from getting any closer to mark.

“shut the fuck up, you little bitch.” rafe seethed, pointing his finger down at a smirking mark. “I’ll wipe that fucking smirk off your face - don’t fucking talk to her like that.”

you tugged on his arm, hard - he was trying to pry it free to swing over wyatt at mark. “babe, just forget it. let’s go.”

“no! this little fucking bitch thinks he can say shit like that, and then has the fucking balls to sit there and lie about it to my face? I’ll kill him!” rafe was still pushing against wyatt, who was fruitlessly trying to talk him down, while a small crowd started to form.

“rafe!” you snapped, leaning forward to grab his shoulder. “look at me!”

he glanced back, eyes wild. “let me go.”

“no. you can’t do this, not right now. you won’t be able to play tomorrow night - let’s just go.” you spoke, firm and even, feet planted as you tugged on his arm again.

rafe huffed, stepping back from wyatt with his hands up. “fuck you. I’ll see you on the ice, you fucking pussy.”

mark grinned, all teeth, as he stood up noisily from his chair. “bye y’all!” he hollered in a put-on accent, wiggling his fingers in a taunt.

you practically had to drag rafe out of there, lugging him to car.

“I’ll fucking go in there and kill him. I’ll do it.” rafe was seething, looking back towards the restaurant.

you grabbed his face, palms on both cheeks, forcing him to look you in the eye. “baby, you gotta breathe. he’s not fucking worth shit - not worth fighting, not worth being mad about, and certainly not worth getting scratched.”

rafe took a few ragged breaths, his hand clutching your wrist as he tried to calm down. you murmured words of encouragement, as he slowly started to relax.

when his breathing was even, you handed him his keys from your purse, squeezing his hand twice, before watching him slide into the drivers seat.

he was silent most of the ride home, hand tense on your upper thigh. you moved your hand to rest behind his neck, softly playing with the hair at his nape.

he broke the silence at a stop light, turning to look towards you as he mumbled, “you okay?”

you nodded. “yeah, he’s a grade-a prick, but nothing to write home about. just caught me off guard.”

rafe grunted, looking back at the road as the light turned green. “I could kill him for talking to you like that. who the fuck does that shit?”

you shrugged, fingers interlaced with his hair, grown out for the season. “he’s just trying to get in your head - classic instigator.”

“I’ll fucking kill him tomorrow. I will.” rafe growled under his breath, turning into his driveway.

“rafe,” you started, giving him a look as he parked the car. “you can NOT fight him - you’ll get ejected and be out for the next three games - coach is already mad about the last two fights.”

rafe rolled his eyes, tugging his hat down. “I don’t fucking care.”

you scrambled out of the car, chasing him to the door, grabbing the house key out of his hand before pushing him against the wall, your forearm solid against his chest. “look at me - you are NOT fighting some prick tomorrow because he drunkenly said some stupid shit. you’re not going to ruin your season and your relationship with your coach because of me. you got it?”

rafe’s look of shock quickly morphed into a grin, as he registered the fact that you had pinned him to the wall, growling like a feral kitten. “shit, baby, maybe I should have just let you fight him.”

you leaned off of him, preening a bit at the compliment as you unlocked the door with the key you jacked from him, “damn straight baby, I can handle myself.”

you yelped as he spanked you, hard.

the next day, you were perched in the stands with your friends, entire body tense as you watched the puck drop. rafe had promised he wouldn’t fight, but you had a feeling that promise wouldn’t keep if mark decided to mouth off about last night.

thankfully, they weren’t on the ice together, as rafe’s d-pair was rolled out against the top line (you couldn’t help but giggle at mark grinding it out on the fourth line). after two periods, you allowed yourself to relax a bit, sipping the lukewarm beer you had been clutching since the first intermission.

of course, that’s when rafe got stuck on a long shift, not able to change before his d-partner iced the puck, allowing the other team to change lines.

you audibly groaned as mark’s line hopped onto the ice, putting your beer down so you could cover your face.

through your fingers, you watched as mark barked something in rafe’s direction from outside of the face-off circle.

“oh fuck me.” you whispered, biting your lip.

“what’s up?” your friend asked, leaning down to check on you.

you couldn’t even respond, because as soon as the puck dropped, rafe was skating up the ice as if he was shot out of a cannon, boarding the ever living fuck out of mark.

“oh.” your friend mumbled, leaning back as y’all took in the chaos on the ice, watching as it devolved into an entire line brawl, refs getting knocked around in the action.

you waited for rafe after the game in your normal spot, down the hall from the dressing room, looking unimpressed as he emerged with wet hair and a shiner.

“you promised me you weren’t going to fight.” you pouted, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck.

he shrugged, pushing his hair back, “I promised you I wasn’t going to ruin my season - and I didn’t. refs called me for 2 minute interference, that’s it.” he grinned.

you frowned, “yeah, well don’t get any ideas. you got lucky - you would have been out for the next month otherwise.”

rafe rolled his eyes, kissing you quick, before wrapping his arm around your shoulder as y’all headed out, “yeah, well, even so, it would have been worth it. little prick deserved it.”

you laughed, bumping your hip into rafe’s as y’all exited the arena, “my hero.”