#the sounds for the bite were bad enough/pos

[anonbinaryweirdo]

I'm looking forward to seeing the gore n shit icl

[livingformintyoongi]

Yoongi and yn: friends.

They are playing truth or dare (the spicy kind, but ALL VERY CONSENSUAL!!!!!) with some friends at this pool party (note: they are all in swimwear).

Their friends know they like each other so they dare Yoongi to kiss her inner thighs, and yn to kiss his happy trail.

Next round they ask him to kiss her 🍒 and her to put her hands inside his swim trunks and stroke his 🍆 (again, ALL VERY CONSENSUAL!!!!!!!!)

She gets very horny by it so she excuses herself to one of the rooms and Yoongi follows her, they have a bit of a talk about what happened back there and he tells her that he was left wishing he could finish what he started and she tells that she can finish it now. He uses some of that 👅 technology with her and then fucks her silly (Yoongi is kind of obsessed with readers big🍒,she is older by 1year)

When they are done, their friends are waiting for them outside laughing and saying that their plan worked

thankyouuuu 💕💕💕💕

Pool Party

a/n: This is literally the longest thing I've ever written lol. I had quite a lot of fun making it, hope you liked it ^^. Sorry it took me so long, I wanted to make the dividers for this request myself, mostly because it takes me a long time to find one I like for the shots. Here is a photo of Yoongi and Reader's swimsuits, so that you have a clear picture of what they are wearing. warnings: a kind of semi public sex (?, Big dick Yoongi, Reader is a year older than Yoongi, blowjob (f gets), a little praise kink, Yoongi and reader throw in a joke or two during sex, unprotected sex (please don't do this, always use a condom), drunk sex. wc: 4.7k

"What did you say?" you looked at Soyeon, feeling your heart race at her comment.

"Did I speak too softly? I'm sorry," she smiled that Machiavellian smile you knew so well. They always meant trouble, "I told Yoongi to kiss your inner thigh, is that a problem? Because if it is I can take back the challenge" she pointed to a bottle of vinegar next to her, "you can always have a shot of vinegar in return".

You looked at Yoongi, both of you looking slightly uncomfortable with the idea, but not exactly because you didn't want to. Yoongi was dying to bite your thighs, and you were dying to feel his lips against it, the problem was the situation. You didn't want him to kiss your inner thigh on a dare.

You sighed in defeat, hoping that would make everyone think you didn't want to do it. None, with the exception of Yoongi, believed it.

"You don't need to do it if you don't want to," Yoongi muttered, taking the bottle of vinegar, trying his hardest not to grimace.

"Wait!" You snatched the bottle out of his hands, tossing it to Taehyung, who had no problem catching it. "I absolutely refuse to let you drink that shit, Yoongi."

Everyone fell silent, staring at you. 

"Do you need me to spread my legs?" you looked at Yoongi, blushing heavily as you realised how bad that sounded, "Because of the challenge, obviously, it'll be a lot easier that way."

"Sure" he looked away from you, shaking his hair with his left hand.

You couldn't help but be even more embarrassed to see that Yoongi had also blushed at your answer. From now on you will keep your mouth shut until the game is over.

"Alright, stop making us wait, the night is long, but not forever" Soyeon shouted, laughing softly as she watched you and Yoongi move around rather awkwardly.

How was he supposed to kiss the inside of your thigh? Should you stand up? Lie down? Lean back a little?

In the end you opted for the last one. You waited until Yoongi was in front of you before you leaned back, supporting yourself with your forearms. You grimaced as you felt the small stones on the floor bury themselves into your skin.

"Are you really comfortable with this? I don't mind having a bit of that stuff." Yoongi grabbed your calf, lifting it just enough so that you could rest your heel on his shoulder.

You discreetly licked your lips as you felt your mouth suddenly go dry. Yoongi had no idea of the power he had over you, and that pleased you as much as it frightened you.

"It doesn't bother me, really, it's just a stupid challenge anyway". You nodded quickly, trying to let the gesture imply that you didn't really have a problem with the situation, because you really didn't.

"Good" you smiled as you watched his shoulders relax. He gently caressed your calf, bringing his mouth close to your leg.

For a second you completely forgot that you were in the pool of Jiah, one of your best friends, surrounded by all your other friends, who were pretty focused on your interaction. Everyone was sick of the tension between the two of you, seriously hoping that in this game one of you would take the next step.

He moved down until his nose brushed against the inside of your thigh. You felt a shiver run down your spine, and had to bite the inside of your lip to keep from gasping when Yoongi placed his lips against your skin. You mentally crossed your fingers, hoping he hadn't noticed the sudden spasm you felt from the touch of his lips on your leg.

It felt good. You wouldn't tell him.

"I thought you would never finish," laughed Jiwon, taking a sip of his beer, she shared a knowing look with Soyeon, but both you and Yoongi were too distracted to notice, "It's my turn to ask someone to do the next challenge, right?

Jungkook, her boyfriend, nodded fervently, grinning from ear to ear. He seriously thought the next challenge would be for him, and would involve something like what you and Yoongi just did.

Poor fool.

"Yoongi, stay there," her smile grew even bigger as Yoongi turned to see her with a slight frown, "I need you right there for my challenge," she muttered, drinking what little was left of her can and passing it to Jungkook. He was quick to take it and exchange it for a completely full one. She didn't finish speaking until Jungkook opened the new can for her. "Kiss his happy trail," she murmured, taking two straws and slipping them into the beer can.

"You want me to do what?" you looked at Jiwon, choking on your saliva. She definitely hadn't just asked you to do that.

"You heard me perfect, don't play dumb, I know you're not" she laughed mockingly, or maliciously, you weren't sure, both seemed like perfect words to you to describe the horrible way she had just teased you. 

You looked at Yoongi, noticing how he also seemed surprised, and quite embarrassed, by the challenge Jiwon had given you.

"You know, it's kind of like an eye for an eye, it's pretty much the same thing he did for you, I don't see what's so hard about it." She extended her beer to Jungkook's side, waiting for him to take some from one of the straws she'd put out earlier. You hated how quiet she looked, so comfortable with her bunny-faced boyfriend. You'd get your revenge for this.

"Fine," you grunted, glaring at Yoongi. You crawled on your knees until you were face to face with his abdomen. You regretted it almost immediately as you felt the stones scrape your knees. This was all Soyeon and Jiwon's fault. They were terrible friends. Awful. 

"Uhm, Noona, I..." muttered Yoongi, stumbling over the words.

You looked up, seeing his face. It was red, too red, from his cheeks to his neck and ears, his lower lip trembling slowly, as if he was trying to say something and his nerves wouldn't let him speak. There were no words to describe how cute you thought this boy was. 

"I'll make it quick, don't worry" you tried to smile at him, not wanting him to notice how nervous you were too. When was the last time you did this with a man? You didn't really remember. You tried to push the thought out of your head, pushing your hair aside. 

Yoongi for his part had no idea what to do. You were on your knees in front of him, wearing a bathing suit that showed off your figure too well, and you had just arranged your hair as if you were about to give him a blowjob. He really wanted you to give him one right now.

His whole body trembled as he felt your fluffy lips kiss his lower abdomen. They felt so good, so soft, so wet. He couldn't help but wonder if you were wearing that strawberry lip gloss you always carried in your handbag. He always wanted to taste your lips with that lip gloss on. He'd want to taste them with or without.

He clenched his hands at his sides as he felt your mouth barely brush against the elastic of his swim trunks, he wanted so badly to grab your hair and shove his cock in your mouth. It was a shame that there were 12 other people here watching. If it wasn't for that, he would have done it without a second thought.

"Ready" you muttered, sitting back down on the floor. You took a big breath of air as discreetly as you could. You were starting to get hot. "Easy, isn't it?" you smiled at Yoongi.

He smiled back at you, sitting down next to you, just like you were before Soyeon started with the odd challenges. "Easier impossible.”

It had been two hours since Soyeon and Jiwon had done their challenges. Everyone was much drunker than they were then, and as the rounds progressed the challenges had become more and more intense. Jungkook and Soomin had to separate Jimin and Soyeon at some point in the night.

It was now two forty-five in the morning. The vinegar bottle was still full, and none of you had any intention of emptying even a drop. Perhaps that was why Yoongi did not hesitate to accept the challenge Jungkook had given him a few seconds ago.

"I'm only supposed to kiss one?" he muttered, looking at Jungkook with dilated pupils and slightly flushed cheeks. You thought he looked really cute drunk.

"Unless you want to kiss both of her breasts, yeah, just one," he laughed teasingly, resting his chin on Jiwon's shoulder. They had gotten that way after Namjoon dared Jungkook to do a "private" dance for her.

"Fine," he nodded. The alcohol had given him all the courage he'd lacked the previous times.

You looked at him with drunken eyes, probably looking the same or worse than him. He didn't seem to care, so who cares?

He bent down to your height and grabbed the sides of your waist. You gasped as you felt his cold fingers brush against you.

"You're cold," you muttered, frowning at him. Your features trembled a little as you saw a mischievous smirk on his lips. 

"Sorry, I promise my lips aren't as cold... probably" he whispered against the skin of your breasts. You shivered slightly without being able to help it.

He followed the challenge just as Jungkook had said, he only kissed one, but you didn't expect him to kiss it in such a lascivious way. You even gasped as you felt his warm tongue brush against the cold skin of your breasts. You felt so embarrassed as you remembered that your friends were watching this.

"Ready" he murmured, watching as the skin he had kissed glowed in the moonlight. He felt so proud of himself.

"My turn," exclaimed Taehyung excitedly. You turned to look at him, grimacing as you saw how his gaze was fixed on you. You hated everyone in this room, everyone was participating in a conspiracy against you. "Y/N."

"Taehyung" you raised your eyebrows, staring at him. You were sure it wouldn't be that bad, it shouldn't be.

"I want you to touch Yoongi's dick," he gave you that shit-eating grin he only gave when he knew what he was asking you to do was a load of shit. 

You had to take a second to process what he just said.

"You want me to touch his cock?" you furrowed your brow in confusion, why was he asking you that?

He nodded with a big smile, "Under the bathing suit, if you do it on top you must drink half a shot."

"You're shit, you and everyone else," you pointed at them all, snorting, "except Soomin, Yoori and Hobi, you are too good for this world, and this group." 

"Wait, are you really going to do it?" Suddenly all the drunkenness went out of Yoongi. You were going to touch his member right at this moment, you had never done it before, not even in his wildest dreams (he never got to the foreplay part, his brain always skipped that part).

"I don't plan to drink vinegar, Yoongi" you looked at his crotch and then his face, "Or do you want me not to?".

"No, it’s okay, that must taste awful" he mumbled quickly, watching every move you made.

A lump formed in his throat as he watched your hand move closer to his lap.

"Okay" you moved a little closer, trying to get your hand past the waistband of the swimsuit. It was not lost on you how his abdomen tensed at the feel of your fingers.

Your hands were also terribly cold. He seriously tried not to let you notice how good it felt to feel your fingertips run delicately over his pelvis.

You tried not to look at his face as you lowered your hand. You felt too nervous to do this. You wanted to look on the bright side of the situation, maybe this would help you get along much better in the future. 

"Where-?" you interrupted yourself with a gasp, turning to look at Yoongi with your mouth open.

He too turned to look at you, just as red and surprised as you were.

"What? what happened?" Soomin, whose eyes Taehyung had covered so she couldn't see anything, spoke in confusion.

You wanted to answer her, you really did, but how the fuck were you telling her that you had just touched the biggest dick of your life? And that wasn't even erect, what did Yoongi eat to have a member like that?

"N-nothing" you mumbled, pulling your hand out carefully. Now you would never look at Yoongi the same way again. You definitely wouldn't think of him the same way. Neither of him nor of his member. "I'm going to go lie down, I'm a little tired" you excused yourself, getting up and walking as quietly as you could inside the house. You knew that if you were still there you would be given stronger challenges than you had already been given.

You walked to the guest room, one of the many in Jiah's house. You always stayed in the same one, you even had a change of clothes in the closet. You were very grateful for that right now.

As soon as you opened the door the sound of footsteps behind you made you stop. You turned to see who it was. You were a little surprised to see Yoongi standing a few steps further than you. 

"Noona" he mumbled, hesitating a bit on whether to move closer to you or not.

"Yes?" you cocked your head slightly, waiting for him to say whatever it was he wanted to say.

"Do you think we could talk? It'll be short, I promise."

"Sure" you smiled at him, hoping it really would be something short. You needed to tend to yourself soon. Your crotch was starting to ache.

He nodded his head by way of thanks, moving the remaining steps to stand next to you. It didn't take him long to enter the room you were going to stay in.

You closed the door once you were inside, you hated having the doors open. You stood watching him from there, you were quite confused, but you knew Yoongi wasn't one to ask to talk to someone for anything, so you waited patiently.

"I wanted to talk about what happened downstairs" he mumbled, sitting down on the edge of the bed you would be sleeping on today. 

"Did you feel very uncomfortable?" you grimaced, scratching your neck nervously, "I'm seriously sorry, I wasn't-".

"I want to continue," he interrupted you mid-sentence, glaring at you. You had to lean against the door to keep from falling.

"Continue?" you whispered, watching as he gave you that mean smile again that he had put on a few minutes ago. He stood up again, moving close enough for you to feel his breath collide with yours.

"Don't you want the same?" he moved to your shoulder, kissing the bare skin.

You closed your eyes instinctively, letting out a barely audible sigh. You brought your hands to his waist, grabbing his black shirt with white sheets. You crinkled the fabric between your fingers as the kisses on your neck began to get messier. It felt so good.

"You smell so good" he whispered next to your ear, his hands snaking around your waist until they reached the bottom of your bathing suit. He didn't hesitate to fiddle with them, making as if to reach under the fabric with his hands.

You growled under your breath. "I don't like being played with, Yoongi."

He chuckled softly in response, lowering his hands until he reached your thighs. You squealed as you felt him lift you off the floor and carry you in his arms to the bed.

"Good, then there will be no games," he said as he pulled his shirt off over his head.

You dropped your gaze almost instantly. You loved Yoongi's body so much. He wasn't thin to an extreme level, nor was he overly muscular. He had just enough and just enough, and that was what you found most attractive about him. That and his skin. 

You always thought his skin was perfect for marking or biting. It was so white and sensitive, so inviting. 

"Red looks so good on you" he murmured, taking your leg and lifting it. As soon as he was the right distance away he kissed your calf. His other hand took over caressing your other leg.

His kisses went up until they reached your inner thigh. Right at the point where it all started. Yoongi licked his lips, looking at your swimsuit. "May I?"

You nodded quickly, biting your inner lip as you watched him start to pull down the bottom of your swimsuit. You couldn't help but moan softly as you felt the cool air hit your core.

Yoongi paused for a moment, taking his time to observe your femininity. He was quite surprised by the fact that he wasn't doing anything yet and you were already wet. He ran his fingers around your entrance, gathering your juices and spreading them around your entrance.

You curved your back a little, closing your eyes tightly as you bit your tongue. You weren't the only ones in the house, you couldn't make a sound. 

You listened as he let out a mocking laugh. "Noona, are your moans usually loud? why are you covering your mouth? Most must know we're fucking in the guest room anyway, don't you think?" he moved his face closer to your entrance, smiling as he watched your pussy clench around nothing.

"Shut the fuck up and do something" you growled, grabbing hold of the first thing you could find. Well, actually you just used that as an excuse, you really wanted to grab onto his hair.

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and listened to you. He stuck his face between your legs and, just as you asked him to, he put the horseplay aside and started fucking your pussy with his tongue.

The scream you gave had probably alerted everyone in the house to what was going on between the two of you. 

You covered your mouth as fast as you could, pulling with all your might on Yoongi's hair. You'd heard he knew how to use his tongue well, but you didn't think he'd be so good at this. The son of a bitch deserved a prize in honor of this.

Yoongi's tongue touched the exact spots that made your whole body tense and tremble at the same time. It was so overwhelming and addictive at the same time. You tried to lift your hips to feel him closer, but his hands held you in place with just enough strength not to cause you harm. 

"Yoongi" you gasped, closing your eyes tightly, "you’re so good at this."

He only answered you with a grunt that caused your whole body to stir in place. He liked being complimented by you much more than he thought he would, the fact that his cock got even harder just hearing you say how well he was doing it gave him an idea.

"Faster" you moaned, tugging on his hair. This was so much better than any one-night stand you'd had in the past.

You frowned as you felt his tongue flick out of your pussy. You thought you were going well, you were enjoying it, he seemed to have been enjoying it, or at least you felt that way with the way he had just eaten you.

"Why did you stop?" you murmured, watching him stand up straight as he wiped his chin covered by your games with his wrist.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't find it sexy.

"Spread your legs."

You nodded, still confused, but ready to accept whatever he was going to give you. Except you weren't as ready as you thought you were. 

He took off his bathing suit, leaving it somewhere in the bedroom. 

It was inevitable not to see it, I mean, how could you not see that thing? 

Yoongi laughed as he noticed that your eyes were fixed on his member. "Scared?" he said teasingly, kissing your collarbone.

"Oh, yeah?" you replied with obviousness, looking at him with raised eyebrows, "I really don't give a shit about boosting your ego, but man, that thing seems to have a life of its own, I'm surprised you're surprised I'm scared of it."

"I'm trying to be serious here" he laughed softly, lining up his member at your entrance.

"Yeah, I'm serious too, you know? Besides- Oh my god" you moaned, slapping Yoongi's back.

He thrust his member all at once inside you, did it hurt? A little, did you like it? Absolutely. You were more than sure that never, with any other man, had you ever felt so full. You could get used to this feeling.

Yoongi took both your legs, putting them around his waist. "I'm going to start moving, okay?".

You nodded barely, taking a deep breath. You wanted to keep all your concentration on not moaning as if your life depended on it. 

Yoongi, on the other hand, wanted to make you scream loud enough to let the whole neighborhood know you were fucking. Or at least that's what you thought he thought when he started ramming you roughly.

"Y-yoongi, wait" you gasped, clinging to his back. You'd probably leave some nasty scratches. "I-if you do it this hard I won't be able to..." you bit your tongue as you felt his tongue start to play with your nipples. He seriously wasn't going for teasing.

"Stop holding back" he murmured, pulling on your left nipple hard as his tongue and teeth tended to your right nipple. You hadn't even noticed that he had removed the top of your bathing suit. "I want to hear you moan my name, why don't you? Everyone here wanted us to end up like this anyway, I don't see what the problem is in letting them know I'm fucking you."

When he noticed that you were willing to keep quiet to maintain your dignity in front of your friends, Yoongi didn't hesitate to make his onslaught faster and harder, enough to make the bed move and the backrest hit the wall.

Whether you groaned or not, one of them would notice what was happening just by the sound of the bed.

You were going to kill Yoongi after this.

You let your head fall on the sheets of the guest bed. You hesitated a bit at first, but decided to listen to Yoongi, he was right anyway, it was your friends who wanted this to happen, now they couldn't complain.

As soon as you stopped holding your moans, Yoongi started to get even more out of control, as if that were possible. He grabbed your waist with one hand while with the other he continued to amuse himself with your breast, smiling as he noticed that they were big enough to not fit in his hands. 

You whimpered as he bit your nipple and pulled hard on it. You couldn't help but squirm under him. 

"Yoongi" you moaned in his ear, clinging to his back as if your life depended on it.

"Yes?" he murmured against your chest, starting to suck on it and leave little kisses around your nipples. 

"I... it's... I don't know if I can..." you growled under your breath as you realized you couldn't finish the sentence even if you wanted to. Every time you finished a word, Yoongi gave you an even harder thrust than the last.

He smiled, lifting his face to come face to face with you. "Are you close?" he whispered against your lips, lowering the hand he had on your waist to your femininity. It was only enough for him to touch your clitoris for your entire body to tremble and melt at his touch. "Don't worry, I got you."

You sighed, looking up at Yoongi. He was enchanted by the sight. He'd dreamed of this a lot before, but to have you under him with your breasts bouncing and glistening from sucking them earlier, to see you with that look that screamed out in leagues that you were having the best fuck ever, your pussy clenching his cock every time he tugged or sucked on your nipples. This definitely far surpassed your imagination.

"I'm going to-" you moaned loudly, closing your eyes tightly. Yoongi had rammed against your G-spot too hard, and you seriously regretted that. He wasn't going to let it go, you noticed as you saw his teasing gaze fix on yours.

Just as you thought, Yoongi kept hitting your sensitive spot, increasing the speed of his thumb on your clitoris. At this point you weren't even straining to close your mouth anymore, you were hesitant to even be able to do so. You felt Yoongi's cock start to twist inside you and smiled to yourself. You were glad you weren't the only one reaching her limit.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful" he growled in your ear, quickening the pace of his onslaught as his gasps and hoarse moans grew louder. "I waited so long to be able to fuck you, I dreamed of this so many times."

Yoongi gave a low moan as he felt you squeeze his cock too hard, "I-if you do that I won't be able to take much more" he murmured, brushing the sweaty hair off his forehead and looking up at you.

You laughed between gasps, hugging his neck, "It's okay, I got you" you smiled at him, repeating the same words he had given you earlier.

It only took those words and the sight of your smiling face to make Yoongi come inside you hard, pressing his hips with yours until absolutely all of his cum came out of his member.

You came soon after, moaning softly as you felt yourself finally reaching your long awaited release. 

You both stayed in each other's arms for a few minutes, waiting to come down from your euphoria.

"I think we're going to have to change the sheets" you laughed softly, stroking Yoongi's lower back.

He nodded in agreement, leaving a soft kiss on your collarbone. "I'll go get a towel to clean you up, wait here," he said softly, pressing a kiss to your lips. It was sweet and slow, and you liked it so much you came within an inch of begging him to stay and forget the stupid towel. You weren't able to.

Yoongi came out of you gently. You both groaned before the sensation. You were starting to miss the way his cock felt inside you. He grabbed his bathing suit and carefully put it on, leaving the room but not before you checked the hallway. He didn't want to open the door and have someone see you in that state.

He went downstairs and walked to the closet where he knew Jiah kept a couple of towels and sheets. He took the opportunity to pull out some clean ones.

"Yoongi, you're here" Soomin approached him. She was bringing two glasses of strawberry juice. He was still touched to see how she totally refused to drink alcohol at parties just so she could bring Taehyung home safe and sound. "I thought you wouldn't leave the room after all the fuss you made."

Yoongi felt his whole face light up beyond belief. He totally regretted asking you moaning out loud.

"Here," she extended one of the glasses in his direction. Still a little confused, he took the glass with his free hand, "She must have a bit of a dry throat, ask her to drink some," Soomin smiled kindly at him, taking her purse and pulling a pill out of it, "I don't think you want to have children at the beginning of your relationship."

He felt a tightness in his chest as he thought about what Soomin said. The beginning of a relationship... It sounded amazing to him.

"Thanks, I owe you one" he smiled back at her, hurrying up the stairs to come back to you. He smiled internally at the thought that this would be the first of many nights together.

Materlist.

[darlingpwease]

all this talk about househusbands. you know which househusband would drive me the most insane? /pos aki. aki hayakawa. i want to use him so bad. treat him like a good fucktoy while denji and power are asleep in the room next door. have their snoring mask his breathy moans and whines when you get him to cum over the freshly-washed sheets; sheets he dried and ironed himself while you were away. make the two interrogate aki incessantly on why he's limping stupidly around the house. maybe even whisper your plans to put a new baby in him into his ear-- he's already such a good househusband, such a good mommy already. release any pent up stress he has from his daily tasks by fucking him absolutely stupid, till he's a sobbing and blubbering mess

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HOME ROUTINE!

CONTENT WARNINGS: subtle unhealthy behaviour [?], established relationship, pet names, power exchange, domestic life (househusband kink), mild light pregnancy topic [talk]

hypersexuality, sex marathon, heavy petting, free use, quiet sex, penetration giving + cock implied, unprotected sex / breeding, mild mommy kink, rough treatment (biting, scratching), hyperstimulation (g.), cum inflation (g.), praise (g.)

aki clings to the sheets, wheezing when you squeeze his hips; when you whispering to be quiet, — even if denji and power sleep like the dead, they can be surprisingly hearing when it's unnecessary, — he tries to follow your words, exhales through clenched teeth, throwing head back, exposing his ruddy bitten neck — but immediately shuts mouth with a loud gmoan when you push deeper, not letting him get out of a tight grip, whispering something about silence or tightness or about how hot he is, squeezing you so hard as if he doesn't want to let go, he doesn't understand anything anymore, ecstatically listening to how you breathe and how power and denji snore in another room, knowing that any sound can make them wake up and wonder what is happening,

and he's definitely not ready to explain why you fuck him like an animal, making him moan with delight into your palm when start pushing even rougher and harder, letting him try to cling to you and the sheets while his mind is swimming; whining from another orgasm only to find yourself pressed even more tightly to the bed while you reach your own, incoherently caressing him, whispering what a good boy he is and how close you are, stimulating him even more until bury his nose in the wet pillow, drowning out loud-painfully enthusiastic moans when he is not even able to cum anymore, burying your nose into his wet warm neck while you fill his hot pliable body.

when aki groans hoarsely while you grab his shoulders, helping him to take a more comfortable position, gently removing the clumped strands of hair, kissing his blissful face before turning him on side, putting your hand on his sticky wet thigh; and the way you gently take his hand, lovingly stroking, before you start fucking him again, ignoring what a mess he is already, drooling and hiding his head in a pillow from pleasant fatigue while you whisper all sorts of nonsense to him, drives him crazy.

however, he is the only one who should invent an explanation or snap back the next morning, although you are, in fact, to blame for his disheveled appearance — but you clearly ignore and shrug shoulders, more than eloquently declaring yourself not only "innocent", but even not involved in his strange walking around the house. no, you don't know why aki moves so strangely, why they can find red and blue marks on his body here and there, and what his appearance and hoarse voice are connected with; you, in general, don't even guess, although you assume that he is just tired. he works hard enough, right up until late at night, experiencing so much stress, so he deserves a break, right?

maybe leaving that thought up in the air wasn't the best idea, but when you manage to get rid of power and denji for a while by putting them out the door with errands, you certainly take care of poor aki, letting down his hair, kissing his neck while he's busy cooking, stroking his thigh and agreeing when he complains that it should be your problem — but interrupted when you get your hand under the apron, gently stroking his soft belly, making him shudder and lean his hands on the kitchen nightstand, while slowly exposing him, whispering that you, of course, are ready to take responsibility and take care of him, and that you should hurry up if he don't want to show power and denji why he is so feels like this morning in every detail.

you are even caring enough to let him continue cooking while you fuck him, trying not to be too fast or rude while he takes care of the soup, kissing and praising him for how economic and responsible he is, coping so well with household chores and you, being always ready so that you can take advantage of him; but when you fleetingly purr about what a good mommy would come out of him, so caring and hardworking, always ready to serve his spouse and be bred until he gets pregnant with your baby, even if at any moment you may be caught off guard, he squeezes you so tightly, digging his fingers into the kitchen nightstand, unconsciously looking at his stomach, feeling your gentle stroking.

of course, what you said was not completely untrue, — he definitely works very hard and is nervous, getting too much stress, so you only take care of him, making him cum, whining when you tell him to relax, stopping thinking about too many and serious things besides what he has to cook and do the laundry while you breed him, definitely this time putting your baby in his stomach — unable to say no when he's such a slobbering mess, unable even to refuse you when you pull him from the stove to the table, stuffing him to the brim while he cums again, moaning in a voice broken from last night.

... in the end, you have to come up with an excuse when you see him trembling in your arms, knowing that aki will not wake up by the time power and denji return.

[redactedwriting]

basement gerard mutual first times?

HIIII god. yeah YEAHHHHyeahyeahyeahg. i’m gonna write this for a body that has boobs and a pussy! hope that’s ok!!

i got. carried away. jesus

i really really really wanna make this about like The First Time. the first time he fucks you. the first time he fucks. the first time you get fucked. yeah

yall have been together for a bit, couple months at this point. you’ve made out and maybe done mutual handjobs or grinding, but never anything like this. you’ve both never been with anyone this way before, never had sex, not once. not that you didn’t want to or didn’t try, you were both just…no one ever really approached you about it, even your past exes, of which you both had very few of anyway. but now you had each other, and it was perfect; you were each others other halves in ways that were too cheesy to seem true.

but now, you’re on your back as gerard hovers over you, his long hair pulled back in a halfassed ponytail. you’re making out, slow, familiar, wet. your hands travel up his hoodie, no shirt under it. he’d shiver at the touch, smiling against your lips.

“hey,” he’d whisper, pecking you a few times, making you both smile. “i know it’s sudden, but um. fuck, i dunno how to say it,” he’d blabber, nervous, breathless

you’d just lay there, patient and quiet, rubbing his back idly.

“can…do you want to. um. can i fuck you? like, now? is that…something you’d want?”

you’d talked about it before and thought so much about it on your own, and…you just want it. you want it with him.

“yeah. yes, g. fuck me,”

and he’d grin so brightly at you, kissing you again.

“can i take your clothes off? like, all of them?”

you’d wanna roll your eyes, because how else do you fuck? but oh, the consideration, the respect…..it’s bad out here /pos

“yeah. can i, to you?”

he’d nod, and you’d slip his hoodie off. smiling down at you, he’d do the same for you, slipping your shirt above your head and staring at your chest for a moment, hungry eyes. you’d call him cute and take your bra off by yourself, tossing it to the side, and he’d take a shaky breath.

“you’re. (name)…you’re stunning….can i draw you sometime? like this, just like this….youd be beautiful,”

and that’s a new one, never heard that…well, ever. but you’d agree and he’d smile again, but start kissing down your body, on your collarbones, shoulders. he’d leave little bites here and there that leave marks in some places but not in others. you’re increasingly getting wetter with every move he makes, and you feel his fingers teasing at the waist of your pj pants. he’d move back up to kiss you as he slips his hand down the front and rubs at your cunt over the fabric of your panties.

in this moment, shyness comes over you. a silly shyness, one that’s saying he’s going to be turned off when he sees the plain cotton panties you’re wearing instead of some elaborate lace pair. but he silences your thoughts with a small sound as he traces over the wet patch forming on the fabric, again and again, as if he’s drawn to it.

“you’re wet?” he’d ask, sounding genuinely shocked.

you’d pull him for a kiss and jerk your hips up, bumping his erection with your thigh, making his breath catch

“and you’re hard <3 c’mon, want you…”

he’d pull back and get his pj pants and boxers off, pulling your pants off as well. he’d stare at your panties for a moment, and the shyness comes back full throttle, but then you see a hunger in his eyes. that hunger comes out as he pulls them off and kisses you hot and heavier than before, “i’m so glad you’re in normal underwear,” he’d say, grinning against your mouth. “you’re so human. you’re just a fuckin’ human. i can’t get enough of you, c’mere,”

he’d dive in again, and you’d wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him down to grind against you. he’d make a small, desperate sound, grinding a few times for good measure before pulling back and shuffling for lube and a condom.

“you wanna do it yourself? or…or uh, can i?”

“you…can. i’ve done it to myself before, but. i wanna know what it’s like from someone else. if that’s okay?”

“honey, i’d be happy to finger you open. ready? cold…”

he’d slip a finger inside you, and it was cold, just as he warned. with his free hand, he’d rub gentle circles to your clit, slow and teasing, taking the edge off. you’d sigh and relax, allowing him to press deeper and begin moving the digit. after a moment, another finger joins the first, and he’d make a small sound at the sight.

“you…i can’t wait to get inside you. you’re so warm, honey, you’re so wet and warm and…fuck,” he’d half laugh, “just fuck.”

“you feel really good, g. it feels so-/oh/. oh fuck, do that again? please do that again…”

he’d try and repeat the motion, failing a few times, but then perfecting it. he’d crook his fingers and pull out, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“that?”

“fuck. uh huh, yeah, baby. just like that…”

he’d fuck you like that for a long while, getting you dripping on his fingers before adding the final digit, scissoring the three open and plunging them deep inside you. you’re sweating slightly and your mouth is open on near constant sounds of pleasure. gerard is blabbering praises, you think, but you’re just a bit too far away to understand entirely.

his fingers leave and suddenly you’re brought back into your body, panting, eyes staring needy at gerard as he-oh, he’s getting himself wet and protected, that’s why he stopped.

“g…g, want you..”

“i know sugar. gimme a minute, then im all yours, kay? just a second more,”

and then he’s sliding inside you, thick and warm and long, and it feels like all the air has been knocked out of you at once. he’d lean down and kiss you, and you’d hike a leg up onto his hip. he’d still once he was inside you entirely. you’re nose to nose, panting the same air, sharing the same breath.

“you okay?” he’d whisper, eyes searching your own.

“yeah. you’re big…” you’d smile, knocking your nose with his. he’d smile back.

“sorry”

“don’t be, it’s fucking awesome,”

and he’d tip his head back laughing, shifting his hips in the move. you’d gasp, dig your nails into his back, make a small little moan.

“oh fuck, sorry-“

“no, no-‘s good…you’re good. you…you can move, i think, just go slowly,”

he’d nod, pull back, and slowly push back in. it’s good, really fucking good. he’d let out a full breath, heavy, and repeat the action again and again and again, finding a rhythm and sticking to it once you started making pretty sounds and moaning his name. you could hear how wet you are and how his thighs slapped against your own, you could feel his body on-in-yours. this was what it was all about, this connection, this…this feeling. everything.

“you’re tight,” gerard pants, moaning against your neck, biting your shoulder, “you feel really fucking good,”

“so do you-/ah/- you’re so deep, and-and…deep, fuck, i don’t even know-“ you’d smile, trying to form thoughts but unable to. he’d laugh, nodding in understanding.

“i know, honey. taking me so fuckin good…”

it’s far from perfect and precise, he slips out every now and then, eager thrusts and eager moans. but it doesn’t fucking matter, none of that matters, it’s him and it’s happening and you both wanted it. it’s yours.

“baby-g. gerard, i’m gonna come, i think im gonna-“

“come for me, angel, cmon. let go. lemme see you…”

“i can’t-fuck, im coming, gerard, baby-!”

“shhh,” he’d say, kissing you, rutting in deep and stilling deeper, squeezing your hips as you came on his cock. he’d whimper then, jerk his hips up inside you a few more times before pulling out and jerking off himself, coming onto your thighs.

[lostonehero]

Blame @yaintbeet for this because they have given me the urge to write

Gio and Ari and hugging both sides of Maxie trying to protect him

They wake up in a musty house to the sound of rain it's hot and they are hungry

Giovanni rubs his stomach and feels his ribs and he looks away from the food "too heavy...."

"Because that's mine you guys get broth "

Gio tries to look intimidating and protect the other two

"I ain't gonna hurt you, I know it ain't much but ya got broth and these scraps are clothes it's the best we can do with what we got here." The black and white hair man... no he's young a boy sighs

"You shouldn't hunch your back." Gio huffs as he grabs the bowl carefully and puts it down almost immediately due to his hands shaking

"Careful kid."

"Kid?" Gio scowls he's old enough to be this kid's father.

"Are you guys really that starved, shit sorry though you guys were 14."

Gio's scowl turns to a confused glance. "Can I have a mirror?"

Guzma looks quizzical but he puts two and two together realizing that fuck they were probably kept in a lab like lusimine had for pokemon. He puts his phone in camera mode and it flies over to him.

Gio flinched not used to seeing a phone that flies or has eyes, a rotom? How odd.... his thoughts come to a halt as he sees himself for the first time. A monotone voice rings out from his lips. "16, I'm 16."

Guzma looks down at the other two.

"They're both 15... twins."

Guzma bites his lip. "I'll make you guys more broth " He needs to tell Nanu about them because this could be bad they have brands on them from a hot iron.

......

"How long were you awake?" Gio asks softly as that kid leaves them alone.

"The entire time." Ari says softly. "Maxie you don't have to pretend he's gone."

A soft breath is released as he gets up holding onto the pokeball he hid in his fist. "He's not going to take her right?"

"No Max. We'll kill him before that." Ariana smiles softly, they got used to the experiments and the pain, but Maxie was only there for such a short time and he took the brunt while they were mostly left alone.

"I promised her I'll get the paint off." Maxie mumbles into his broth

Gio sighs drinking slowly. "We'll stay long enough to get out strength then we have to leave." He looks around. "We don't even know where we are... we can't risk our safety in the hands of some kid."

Ari nods also drinking slowly she places the bowl down. "This building is abandoned from the looks of it, and the smell. It's a base for him, but I don't trust we can stay long without being found out."

"Let me finish this bowl, and I'll do a walk around." Maxie says quietly. "You two need to rest and I don't want to be confined."

Ari nods not liking the idea shown with her frown, but she wasn't going to make her twin uncomfortable he's basically the only family she had left apart from Gio her partner.

.......

"Nanu, look don't rush into this." Guzma was walking backwards in front of the older man. "They are scared kids, I didn't even realize my phone took a picture of them." He stops pushing Nanu back from the gates of po town. "I don't know what has gotten you so riled up from that picture, but you can't come in."

Nanu scowls and stands up straight he might be shorter then the 7ft Guzma but he was not taking chances. He slouched again seeing Guzma step back with worry. "Look kid this is personal. They won't be scared of me." Quietly after. "They will be pissed off."

"Nanu no. They are starved kids that won't let each other go, you're in uniform they would probably think you're there to take them away." Guzma sighs. "Look ill let you wait outside the door, but that's it."

Nanu pauses. He can work with that, he thumbed the pokeball in his pocket and nods. "Fine but this is a matter for the police from that photo alone."

"Just let me help them Nanu." Guzma opened the gate letting Nanu follow him.

......

The creak of the door opening made Gio's hair stand on edge. He couldn't stop Ari from moving in front of him to protect him, and Maxie had his hands ready to throw the glass bowl at whoever was entering.

A soft gruff voice of that kid drifted through before he fully opened the door. "Hey uh I'm back.... oh you are all awake now." He rubs the back of his head. "I uh got some more food stuff if you guys are up to it."

Ari scowls and narrows her eyes. "You were followed." She gets up slowly not caring about the thin medical gown she was in or what she was revealing. "Tell whoever you brought with you to show themselves."

Maxie is up right next to her holding the bowl in a white knuckle grasp.

Guzma holds his hands up to cover his face. "Hey hey hey he isn't here to hurt you, I'm not here to hurt you either. Please cover up." He frowns and grumbles "I knew I should of asked Plumeria for help."

Nanu uses this to walk in behind Guzma his arms in his pocket as he slouched. His snark died in his throat as he saw the three up close. The old bullet scars and new scars didn't mesh well, and he swallowed the bike in his throat seeing the flesh limbs on Maxie where he knew he lost those limbs his right arm and left leg. He unconsciousnessly straightened his back his slouch and carefree exterior faded as quickly like a sheikd that was knocked out of your hands in the heat of battle. "Fuck." He swallows. "Guzma leave." His neutral tone was replaced with one he hasn't used since he was back being agent zero.

Guzma paled and stepped back forgetting it was Nanu for the moment. "What?"

"Guzma please this doesn't involve you."

Guzma now with anger on his face. "No I won't let you-" he is cut off by a loud whistle

"That's enough." Gio sits up his eyes heavy with exhaustion. "Ariana and Maxie please sit down you're going to give the poor boy a anyerism he isn't used to the human form being showed off." He sighs watching the two sit and cover up. "Nanu?"

The red eyes narrowed. "Fuck, Giovanni you vanish for well over a decade and you're here?" He rubs his temples. "I should of never quit smoking. Fuck fuck FUCK." His shout makes Guzma jump. "What the fuck happened your house burns down, your pokemon dead in the ruins and you're both here." He shuts his eyes taking a breath. "Not to mention you Max you went missing a year ago...."

Giovanni flinched. "They're dead?" His voice is quiet as he sits back down and holds Ari and Maxie's hands. Ari look close to breaking hearing that news.

Nanu takes a deep breath and sighs. "You didn't even know, same with yours Max." He takes another deep breathe. "Get up you're coming with me, look I don't care the circumstances, and I don't care about the past I have long since stopped caring I want my friends back and I'm too fucking old to keep this grudge." He throws his hands up. "For fucks sake Mew even announced that they helped you guys create Mewtwo."

Guzma looked between them. "Wait you know them."

The tension seemed to bleed out of the room as Ari laughed tears now freely streaming down her face. "You've got a good kid Nanu."

Nanu covers his face. "Yeah he is a pretty good kid ain't he."

[delirious-donna]

Hi there ^ ^

I was wondering if I could ask for Acnologia nsfw headcanons, A, O and Z

If you’re not comfortable writing for him that’s ok

NSFW Alphabet [Acnologia]

an: Hi Anon! Oh yes please, a Fairy Tail request! I am super excited although I have not written for Acnologia before. I love a challenge, so let's go! I hope you enjoy what I come up with! ^^

Masterlist

A - After Care

Acnologia is fierce, but that also means that he is protective.

The blue-haired King of Dragons will be checking every inch of you for injuries, especially after an intense moment of loving.

His calloused fingers work into your flesh, kneading away any lingering stiffness, checking that his bites have not gone too deep into your supple flesh and washing your oozing pussy with a wet cloth.

Once this has been completed to his satisfaction, it’s time for a soak in a hot springs. He knows where all the best locations are and he’ll carry you in his arms without any grumble.

“Was I too rough with you princess?”

O - Oral

So, this might sound a little strange but you gotta bear with me.

Your man, Acnologia, didn't know what oral sex was when he first met you. He was no virgin but other than fingering and penetrative sex, he hadn't tried much.

What he did know was that the scent that had invaded his nose when you would cradle his body between your parted thighs was downright intoxicating.

He was licking his lips in anticipation of something he didn't even know of, furrowed brow as he lowered himself to be closer to your sex.

You were a quivering mess when his face was level with your bare cunt, hot breath racing across your sensitive skin.

He sees your slickness, and instinctively knows that you are ready for sex, but something pushes him to press a little closer.

The second his tongue connects with your tender flesh, feeling how soft you are and how absolutely exquisitely tasty your arousal is, he is a doomed man.

He will be forever chained to your pleasure, his thirst never quite slaked.

It takes time and experimentation until his technique improves. Acnologia is a little too eager in those early moments but he listens to your kind advice without getting huffy.

Now, all it takes is a well-placed flicker of his tongue against your engorged clit as his fingers spear into your insides with no mercy to send you spiralling into an orgasm.

As for receiving, again, it took him some time to warm up to this idea.

He simply couldn't understand why he would choose to put his cock in your mouth when he could slam into your beautiful tight pussy.

Then he sees you.

A slobbering mess with a mixture of saliva and his precum pooling from your mouth and dripping to your chin. Lust rampant in your half-lidded eyes and such a tight grip on his thighs.

“The things you do to me, princess. Your mouth feels so warm and inviting.”

He doesn't get rough, far too content to watch you work at your own pace. It does become a regular request though, especially when he has had a bad day and just wants to be loved for as long as possible.

Z - Zzz

Sleep is elusive for this poor cursed man. The weight of his situation is enough to ensure the time he spends asleep is extremely limited.

Since you entered his life, it's been a little easier for him.

Acnologia finds a rare sense of peace invading his chest when you are cradled in his strong embrace.

The steady beat of your heart is like a personal lullaby, his eyelids droop with heaviness and the world around you both drops away into nothingness.

He always sleeps so well after an evening of passionate lovemaking. This man is going for hours, he has endless stamina and he plans to put you through your paces.

Once he has finally deemed you both to be truly satisfied, several loads of his thick cum spilling down your thighs and sweat drenching your bodies, he’ll help to clean you up before cuddling deep into the sheets.

His nose is buried deep in your hair and his arms are wrapped tightly around your torso with a hand resting on your chest in a possessive manner. One thigh parts your own so he can lay work his leg between tours.

You'll both sleep like babies.

[httpdabi]

Nothing special

Word count: 2.0k

Genre: smut, I don’t even know anymore

Warnings: 18+, dom!Dabi, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie (once again, pls use condoms lmaooo)

,, Babe, I was just joking around’’ Touya cooed on the other line, forcing you to put the phone away as you took a deep breath, trying to calm your tits down.

,, You are always joking around. Some things are kept private Touya’’ you whined, wishing your boyfriend actually understood the meaning of the word privacy. Closing your eyes, you weren’t even sure if he bragged about it to make himself cooler in front of his friends, or because he simply thought it was alright to talk about it. Once Mina told you that he was holding a speech about your sexual life with his friends last night, you almost wished you were never born.

,, Babe, they are my friends, they won’t tell anyone if you’re worrying about it’’ he said with almost apologetic voice.

,, Well guess what, one of them already told Mina’’ you tried not to scream, as you walked fast, face red from all the embarrassment you felt at the moment.

,, You know what, we’ll talk when you calm down’’ Touya hissed, hanging up fast after it. You wanted to scream in frustration and smash your fucking phone onto the cold street, but yet you stopped yourself , not wanting to make a fool out of yourself in front of the crowd of strangers.

The moment you got into the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, you sighed in relief once you realized that he ain’t home. The moment you found out about him not being able to keep his mouth shut, you felt like all the stares were directed to you.

,, Piece of shit’’ you whined, as you took your phone out of the pocket of your jacket. A sudden idea popped up in your mind. Grinning widely, you texted your best friend, telling her to be online in the next few hours, making sure she’ll have some time for a small call once Touya comes back home.

Instead of preparing the dinner, you ordered a pizza for yourself. You knew very well how much he loved when you cook for him, and how much he’s thankful for it, and it almost made you feel bad about your decision, but yet you managed to push the thoughts away, remembering about the conversation he had with his stupid friends.

,, Submissive bitch my ass’’ you hissed, choking onto the small piece of pizza. At some point all the disappointment and sadness was long gone, as anger and frustration took over you.

Not even trying to clean up the mess you made, you simply went into the bedroom you shared with him, and changed, wearing your purple oversized shirt. Sure, you loved wearing his shirts, somehow something that simple, gave you so much comfort. But not today. Today you wanted to burn everything that was his.

,, Baby, I’m home’’ you heard him say, as he slammed the door. Ignoring his words, you just hopped into the bed, trying to calm yourself down a bit. You acted as you were asleep, once you heard his steps coming closer to the bedroom the two of you shared.

,, What ? No kiss today?’’ he asked, knowing very well that you are wide awake. It was foolish of you even to think that you could fool him.

,, Ask Shiggy for a kiss, I heard he’s as submissive as I am’’ you hissed, hiding your face in the covers, still not brave enough to face him.

,,Oh? You’re still not over that?’’ he asked again, leaning onto the wall. If your behavior wasn’t so annoying at the moment, he would probably find it cute how frustrated you were over something so small. Turning around, he left you alone, wanting to give you some time for yourself, only to find you hopping out of the bed.

You followed him into the living room, courage taking over your body, once you realized that he’s calm as fuck and not affected by your reaction at all.

,, You’ve gotta be kidding me doll’’ he gasped once he saw the mess in kitchen, and leftovers of your pizza placed all over the counter. ,, At least throw the leftovers away’’ Touya added, pushing the small box to the side.

,, Clean it yourself if it bothers you that much’’ you spat, as you hopped onto the couch, turning the TV on. A dangerous smirk appeared on his face, once he realized what kind of game you were playing, not wanting to give in.

You tried to concentrate on the stupid movie you found on Netflix, as he prepared the dinner. A small part of you wanted to push him away, and simply make anything for him, but yet another part of you was telling you to sit the fuck down and ignore him.

The fact that he wasn’t paying much attention to you was pissing you off. You hoped small stuff like that would piss him off, but yet he was so calm.

Standing up, you texted Mina, checking if she’s online, as you hopped onto the tall chair next to the counter. You noticed that he was giving you a side eye, checking you out every now and then, as you just texted someone on your phone.

,, Who are you texting ?’’ curiosity took over him. You weren’t the one to text people, and if you were texting someone just to piss him off, then you were on a good way.

,,A friend’’ you simply stated, ignoring the confused and almost mad look on his face.

,, Which friend? ‘’ he asked almost immediately, his grip around the wooden spoon he was stirring the food with, grew much stronger without him even realizing.

,, You don’t know him’’ you gave him a simple answer, more than satisfied with the reaction he was giving you. Placing the Airpods in your ears, you turned the volume down as you answered Mina’s call, not giving him a chance to say anything else.

,, Heyy babe, I’ve missed you so much’’ you squeaked happily, as Mina laughed on the other side, talking some nonsense, while you answered some bullshit. Touya’s eyes widened in shock as he turned the stove off, turning around to face you as you talked with the unknown person.

,, Yeah, I’m still with him’’ you smiled widely, faking the whole conversation with Mina. The moment you realized that all of his attention was placed on you, you took a next step, hardly holding the laugh to yourself.

,, Yeah I know. No, it’s not hard to take it, his dick is nothing special, but it’s about the technique, you know? ’’ you said, biting onto your nail, as you tried to ignore the shocked expression that was written all over Touya’s face. Sure, he tired to act all calm, but there was a line and you just crossed it.

Grabbing the phone out of your hand, he looked at the unknown number that was on your screen. A small smile formed on your face, as you felt grateful that you remembered to delete Mina’s number in case something like this happens.

,, Who’s this?’’ he asked almost aggressively, only for Mina to hang up on him the moment she heard his voice. As much as you tried to stop yourself, a smirk formed on the corner of your lips, glad that he could get a taste own medicine.

The smirk long gone, once your phone flew across the room and his hand found its way to your throat. You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, but in your opinion, it was all worth it. Every fucking second of it.

,, You have a death wish ?’’ Touya hissed, his grip around your throat getting much stronger. The moment you nodded your head, he pulled you up, pushing your body down onto the counter.

,, Sure my technique might be good, but as much as I remember, you were crying about my dick not fitting in?’’ he said, making it sound like he was questioning you. ,, Guess, I’ll have to remind you about it’’ Touya added, flipping you over. One hand gripping onto your hair, as he pushed your upper body over the counter, and his other hand ripping your panties apart, throwing them on the floor.

Without a warning, he slammed his dick into you, making you scream as the pain took over your body. It was weird how even tho the two of you fucked every night, he was stretching you out like it was your first time.

He didn’t give you any time to adjust, snapping his hips against your own at a ruthless pace. There was no need for it, it was a punishment in the first place and as you said, his dick is nothing special after all.

Somehow you managed to grab onto the edges of the counter, as he roamed into you fast and deep, hitting your cervix with every move he made. Closing your eyes, you tried not to moan, you tried not to show him any sign of pleasure you felt in that very moment.

,, What’s wrong baby? I thought you can take it’’ he groaned, yanking your hair back. The whole situation was turning him on way too much, your bratty attitude, the way you are bent over the counter for him and the small whimpers that were escaping your lips every now and then.

,, I-I’m glad.. I’m glad you could feel the way .. The way I did’’ you managed to say, catching your breath in between every word you said.

,, Shut your bratty mouth’’ he hissed, his grip and moves getting only stronger. A loud moan escaped from your mouth, once you felt him hit your g spot. Closing your eyes, you wiggled your body a bit, giving him a sign that you are close. Like he didn’t know already. If someone knows your body, it’s Touya. He simply knows everything about you, he knows when you’re upset, sad, when you’re hiding something from him. He knows when something is wrong, when you are in pain, and the best he knows is when you are about to cum.

He didn’t plan on making you cum, he wanted to punish you and leave you on your own once he’s done with you. He wanted to make you beg for him, he wanted you to finish yourself with nothing else than your own fingers. He didn’t want to give you that pleasure of reaching your high, you didn’t deserve it, yet once he felt you moving your body closer to his, and once he heard the small moans coming out of your mouth, the thought he had was long gone.

,, Right here?’’ he asked, his fingers on your clit, rubbing small circles. You couldn’t even answer him properly, only nodding your head, as you squeezed your eyes shut. Toyua grinned once he felt your walls tightening around his dick, making him fuck you even harder than he already did. If that was even possible.

,, Oh God, Touya’’ you moaned loudly, repeating his name all over again, as you came all over his dick. Touya continued to fuck you, reaching his own high shortly after. The moment you felt his warm seed deep inside of you, you sniffed quietly, disappointed with the fact that you were once again so weak and nothing else than submissive bitch for him.

,, Baby, it’s okay, it’s okay’’ Touya whispered, turning your body around and placing small and soft kisses all over your face. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, and the way you acted in that very moment broke his heart.

,, I’m sorry baby, I’ll make everything better, I’ll never talk about our love life ever again’’ he added, pulling you into a tight embrace.

,, Promise?’’ you whispered, slowly rubbing your eyes as he showered you with billion small kisses. You knew that he didn’t mean any harm with his reckless talk, you knew he never wanted to hurt you.

,,Promise’’ he said, and you believed him, like you always did.

[naibselstories]

Too good for me? (Vi x Caitlyn Fanfiction) Part 2 of 2 (Smut Warning)

Vi stood up and closed the gap between them, their bodies almost touching. “What if I want to do more than seeing you?…” Vi’s voice turned into a raspy one, her desire taking a hold of her actions. “I wouldn’t object in the slightest.” Caitlyn answered pulling Vi’s face with both her hands on her cheeks again, this time a bit more hungrier than before, and this time their lips actually met. A moan left Caitlyn’s throat when she felt Vi’s soft lips onto hers and Vi followed along when she felt Caitlyn’s tongue enter her mouth unannounced and caressing hers. Vi instinctively grabbed Caitlyn by the waist, caressing her naked skin all the way to her back, enjoying touching her supple skin.

Both separated from the kiss and rested their foreheads together, their lips were parted letting deep sighs go through and their cheeks were completely pink from the hot and steamy kiss they just shared. “Cait...” Vi whispered and it sounded like a soft plea; her eyes rested on Caitlyn’s lips and then her deep blue eyes, she could feel the other woman gazing down towards her, she was obviously taller than her. She is so hot, Vi said inside her mind, this time resting her arms around Caitlyn’s neck and pushing herself closer to her body. Vi felt Cait pulling her at the same time from her hips, which made both their bodies shake a bit from the force and their faces getting closer than before; mouths inches away.

“Do you want me?... Vi” Caitlyn’s breath caressed Vi’s lips and chin, it was warm and smelled like peppermints, indirectly seducing Vi to taste her lips again. “I’ve been wanting you since forever...” And this time was Vi who pulled Caitlyn in for a kiss; she started slow, tasting every inch of her mouth, but soon enough it turned into a hungrier kiss that none of them could control. Vi’s tongue entered Caitlyn’s mouth and pressed softly, caressing her tongue in passionate motions; the Kiramman lady seemed to enjoy it deeply because her response in the end was licking Vi’s scar seductively then biting the red haired woman lower lip softly, stealing a sexy grunt from her. 

Caitlyn pushed Vi all the way to her back onto the bed, not inching away in any moment and her hair dropping down onto the sides of Vi’s face. Vi’s hands travelled down Cait’s chest while adjusting to her new position, almost touching her nipples but deviating her hands on purpose, trying to make the other woman desperate for her touch and it seemed to be working. Caitlyn rested a leg between Vi’s center in revenge, making a bit of contact in the inside of her legs, which made her notice the place was already warm. “MMm...” Vi let out a small moan and looked to the side shyly, giving Caitlyn a clear view of her neck, which she took advantage of by depositing a very hungry and wet kiss. 

Vi could feel Caitlyn’s tongue travel all the way to her chin from her collar bones, giving her small sensual bites that made her shake from arousal. They were enjoying the moment to the fullest until Caitlyn suddenly stopped and separated her body from Vi in a rather fast way, she placed both her arms side by side around Vi’s body holding herself up; her face had a very concerned look that gradually changed into a panicked one. “Cait? What’s wrong?” Caitlyn’s panic infected Vi because now her eyes were as big as hers. “My mother...” She replied in a strained voice, getting herself up in a swift movement, Vi following along. “Quick, by the window!” Caitlyn whispered in a low scream, grabbing Vi by the arm and guiding her to the escape. 

“She must be entering now. I don’t know why she is back so soon, I’m so sorry.” Caitlyn covered herself with the towel she previously dropped on the floor, she grabbed it along when pulling Vi all the way to the window. Vi didn’t quite understand all the ruckus but went along with it, she imagined her mother arriving was a very bad thing or that Cait was ashamed of telling her mother that she was going out with her; the latter idea hurt more. Vi opened the window and posed herself so she could start descending. “Caitlyn, why is it so bad that your mom arrived? Are you ashamed... of us?” Vi’s eyes looked up to meet with those of the blue haired lady, the woman eyes turned sad and worried when Vi asked those questions. 

“I’ll explain later, for now you really has to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Caitlyn replied in a hurry, closing the window when Vi lowered herself along the borders of the building. “Caitlyn honey, I came back early!” Caitlyn’s mother announced in a “sing songy” voice when opening the door in a swift movement, causing Caitlyn’s back to stiff up. “W-Welcome back, mother...” Caitlyn’s face was pale, she turned around trying to hide her nervousness with a smile that came out wrong, her mother noticed and one eyebrow of the old woman shot up. 

“Are you ok? Don’t tell me you’re back to your old ways of sneaking girls up in this room from left to right. I thought we were past that stage...” Her mother crossed her arms and her features changed into an annoyed reflection of her internal emotions. “W-what?! N-no! Of course not!” Caitlyn replied, her hands making a stop gesture towards her mother; an spectator would’ve had the laugh of their lives looking at their interaction. 

“Well, no matter. Dress up and come, I brought you some gifts.” The old woman left the room, her attitude changed in a millisecond; she was used to her daughter being a flirt with a bunch of girls in her younger days and since she didn’t saw one today she opted to not fight about it.

Next day came by and Caitlyn decided to leave home early so she could find Vi; she couldn’t stop thinking about the way the night ended and the sad looks Vi shot at her, she definitely felt bad about it and needed to make things right. Hours passed and she couldn’t find Vi in the usual places she hangs out. “Vi... Where are you?...” She whispered to herself, exhausted from walking all of the Undercity in search of the red haired woman. “Ah! There you are! Perfect timing!” A familiar voice could be heard not so far away, it was Ekko running towards her with a big smile on his face. 

Caitlyn turned around with a bummed out pout that changed to a hopeful smile, maybe her best friend knew where she was? “Ekko, long time no see.” The blue haired lady greeted in her usual sweet and formal way, which Ekko completely ignored and gave her a serious long “dap greeting” that she somehow managed to follow along flawlessly (with a “wtf” expression plastered on her face). “Badass! Thats our greeting from now on, by the way.” The guy smiled to the side and gave her a friendly wink, Caitlyn just smiled warmly, she liked his uplifting attitude. 

“Now, you must be like: Where the hell is Vi? Can’t find her anywhere...” Ekko didn’t gave Caitlyn a chance to open her mouth, he already knew the status of the situation; Caitlyn had a stunned face, he probably knew all about the previous night. “She didn’t want to face you so soon, but I know she would be making a huge mistake not talking to you. She is a dummy like that...” He put his hands inside his pants pockets, relaxing his back a bit to the side. “She is at my place. You can go and sort things out, no one’s going to interrupt, I made sure of it.” He winked at her again and left her in the same spot speechless.  

The first thing that Vi did when she left Caitlyn’s home was finding Ekko, the guy just laughed at her story and told her she was taking things out of context. He was probably right but she couldn’t stop thinking that maybe, just maybe, Caitlyn wasn’t that much into her; after all, the woman was gorgeous and probably had hundreds if not thousands of admirers waiting for her to give them at least one look. She was probably hiding the fact that she was into women from her family, because most likely they wanted her to marry a good looking suitor with lots of money like them.

“Typical...” Vi said to herself while punching a boxing bag. She was training relentlessly while thinking about the woman who stole her heart; she remembered her smile and the look full of lust she gave her when she dropped her towel to the floor. Vi grunted out of frustration and leaned in on the sand bag; she was still horny for the woman and giving her all towards the training didn’t help at all. “Is this a bad time?...” As soon as Vi heard that sweet and sensual voice her heart jumped out of her chest, her reflects made her jump off the sand bag and look at the woman standing at the door frame. The Kiramman lady was holding her left forearm with her right hand in a rather timid pose.

“I’m training.” Was all that Vi said, but her voice didn’t sound as harsh as she wanted to, she couldn’t express her mixture of emotions with words; she was mad, sad, in love and horny at the same time, what a combination, she thought. “I know we left things hanging in a bad way, but I wanted to explain...” Caitlyn started to formulate her thoughts into words but Vi didn’t want to hear it, she put the biggest wall between them, just in case she ended up hurt. “I know what you’re going to say. Something along the lines of: we can’t be together because my family wouldn’t accept this and I’ll probably marry a handsome and rich man instead. And thats okay, cupcake, I knew it was impossible for us to...” “Can you let me finish, please?” Caitlyn cut the fighter’s sentences short, she walked firmly closer to the shorter woman’s presence, making her step back a bit out of nervousness. 

“When I was young I used to be a womanizer.” Caitlyn dropped off the bomb on to Vi, the red haired woman eyes turned into plates and her lips parted, amazed at the news. “W-what?...” Vi said to the air, trying to imagine a Caitlyn being a heartbreaker with the ladies; I mean, she was hot so it was possible, I guess. “My parents, specially my mother, were tired of me sneaking up girls into my room all the time. They were always annoyed at my instability in love, they wished for me to find someone I truly loved instead of shooting at hearts at random...” Caitlyn touched the boxing bag and leaned to it, resting herself a bit. 

“I matured and learned to be alone for the right person. I would wait until I felt my heart really flutter and jump of joy; feel my cheeks burn and my hands sweat of nervousness... feel real love for someone, and that someone is you, Vi...” Caitlyn walked closer to Vi, staring at her eyes deeply. “Yesterday when my mother arrived and I told you to escape through the window, it wasn’t because I’m ashamed of what I feel for you...” The blue haired woman grabbed Vi’s hand and put it on her chest, so the other woman could feel her heart strong beatings. “Its because I want you to meet her the right way; I want to show you and my family that my intentions are true. I want you in my life, Violet, not as ‘another one’ but as someone who holds my heart in her hands and has me weak at my knees. I want you, Violet...” Caitlyn’s eyes darkened a bit with desire; she could see Vi shoulders relax and her eyes change from anger to a softer look that instantly changed into a yearnful one. And as soon as she stopped talking she felt Vi hands grab both her forearms and push her towards the nearest wall, her lips clashing onto hers into a desperate kiss that turned hot and steamy by the minute.

“Then get me, cupcake...” Vi whispered in a deep hungry voice close to Caitlyn’s lips. Caitlyn noticed the heavy urges mixed into those words and it turned her on instantly; her hands lowered down by all the arch of Vi’s back and ended up on her ass cheeks, squeezing them a bit on the hard side. “Mmm..Ah!...” Vi seemed to enjoy the rough but delicate attention this woman was giving her, her moans were being stolen without a hitch.

“I love your sounds... I want you to say my name like that when I make you cum...” Caitlyn’s perverted side came out and an evil smile showed when saying this; she was unable to stop herself from wanting to eat Vi up completely, and the other woman needed it badly as well. “Then what are you waiting for? Make me yours...” Another hungry kiss landed on Caitlyn’s lips and she battled back inserting her tongue on Vi’s mouth, she could taste the sweetness of Vi’s saliva, like a mix delicious berries. Caitlyn stopped the kiss and grabbed Vi’s hand, pulling her to what she deduced was a bedroom in the place. When she opened the door she couldn’t believe what was there.

It was a dark lit room filled with candles, a white bed covered with rose petals and a trail on the floor that the only purpose was to guide someone (or some in this case) towards the bed. Caitlyn smiled and imagined how all of this was arranged. “Did Ekko told you about this?” She asked Vi, probably knowing what the other woman would say. “No... That idiot...” Vi’s cheeks turned red, she indeed didn’t know her best friend would do something like this. “Well, I’ll take up on his suggestion of using the bed...” Caitlyn pointed towards the rose petals trail and pulled Vi softly towards the bed, pushing her into it while she herself took her own uniform top off, letting a sleeveless shirt that was hidden underneath out in the open. 

Vi swallowed thickly, she could admire her toned arms when she was holding herself up, while sensually crawling on top of her. One of Caitlyn’s hand caressed from her left thigh upwards all the way to her stomach and then on top of her boob, squeezing the last one softly on top of her clothing. Vi closed her eyes and arched her back towards her, letting her know she wanted much more done to her, while also pulling Caitlyn by the back of her neck into a sweet and slow french kiss that both of them didn’t want to end. “Mmm... Violet, baby...” Cait pulled herself a bit from the kiss, letting a thin strand of saliva that was shared by both their mouths hang in the air. The blue haired woman took Vi’s clothing from the top between kisses until she was naked there, leaving her breasts and her toned abs completely visible. 

“You talk about me being hot, but look at you...” Deep blue eyes gazed down with lips parted, touching the middle of the red haired lady’s torso lightly with her index finger. “You’re so much sexier and hotter than me...” Caitlyn whispered with ache in her voice, opening the button and zipper of Vi’s pants while delivering a wet kiss on her neck. Vi couldn’t control her urges anymore and pushed Caitlyn to the side so she could be now on top, holding the other woman hands so that she couldn’t touch her while she planted wet bites and kisses onto her neck. “I want to taste you completely, cupcake...” Vi said with a hidden meaning behind her words that Caitlyn understood right away, they were both already panting and sweating out of control. 

Vi didn’t take much to get rid of all of Cait’s clothing; her hunger was making her desperate enough to not wait around anymore and as soon as Caitlyn’s breasts were loose Vi opened her mouth and took a taste from them. She took in the most she could from one of her boobs inside the warmness of her mouth, licking and sucking thoroughly while caressing the other one with her hand. “Aaahh...” Caitlyn didn’t expect the sudden change of positions, but she didn’t mind at all; she loved Vi touching her all over her body, she was full of desire for the red haired woman and anything she did was making her insanely wet. 

Vi’s lips descended slowly to her stomach with a specific course in her mind, she kept letting warm trails of saliva all the way until she landed on the inside of Caitlyn’s thigh, dangerously close to her weakest spot. Cait held the bed sheets strongly with her right hand while the other one was on top of her own mouth trying to muffle her own moaning. Vi let out an evil smile, showing her pearl white teeth clearly like a predator, she was hungry for her cupcake and was going to eat her whole. Her sensual licks and bites on Caitlyn’s thigh was making the Kiramman lady insane, she didn’t know such an arousal was possible and ended up doing what she didn’t expect to end up doing: begging for her to give her pleasure there. “Vi, please... eat me...” The woman begged with a moan mixed in her voice, cheeks flushed from the heat she was feeling all over her body.

Vi didn’t object to the request and did what the other woman so desired; she spread her legs more open and inserted her mouth in her pussy, licking and sucking everywhere. “Mm! Yes!... Aah!” Caitlyn let out in a small scream she couldn’t control. Vi let a moan escape herself because she could taste the delicious liquids on her lovers sex, she was indeed sweet like a cupcake. Slowly Vi turned the pace faster and faster, making Caitlyn to turn and twist out of pleasure, adding later on a finger that went deep inside the woman like butter, making her moan louder than before. “I’m going to cum...” Caitlyn said in a moan while touching her own breasts, giving herself a boost in her pleasured state. “Harder...” And Caitlyn pushed down Vi’s head a bit while pushing her thighs up so she could feel more pressure on her center, making it easier for her to cum in an instant. “Aaah...Aah! Violet! Mmmh...” Caitlyn came strong on Vi’s mouth and the red haired woman licked clean her pussy, she was super wet herself by eating her lover out.

“It’s my turn for revenge.” Caitlyn pushed Vi on her back now, caressing her breasts with her hand while she trailed some wet kisses along her torso; Vi felt her center get a sudden pleasured knot form when Caitlyn’s warm breath touched around her nipple, taking it in her mouth completely afterwards. “God...” Vi moaned lowly, trying to contain herself; her pantings giving her state away. Cait smiled looking up to her while licking seductively her nipples, lubricating them with her warm saliva and Vi’s eyes turned darker lost in lust. 

The red haired lady still had her pants on but Cait fixed the issue right away, tearing the pieces of clothing away from her skin; she noticed the other woman was warm and sweaty from her arousal which made Caitlyn bite her lower lip, she wanted to make her cum badly. She lowered her body so they could caress each other, her nipples were touching Vi’s every now and then, turning the heat of the room even more on. Caitlyn closed in on Vi’s lips and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, inviting the other woman to caress it with her own; both the outside of their mouths getting wet with long trails of saliva. “Mmm...” Caitlyn could hear Vi moan. She caressed down along her body and without lingering anymore she touched Vi’s clitoris with her middle finger. “Mmfgh...Aaah!” Vi moaned inside her mouth and pulled back from the kiss to let a second moan be heard entirely.  

“You like this?...” Vi could feel Caitlyn’s gaze on top of her, which increased her arousal because she was giving her that lustful look she loved so much. “I love it... Give me more...” And Caitlyn understood her request right away, letting a finger enter deep down on her wet pussy and pumping back and forth rhythmically. “F-fuck... D-don’t stop cupcake...” “I won’t...” Caitlyn whispered in her ear, then moving down to suck on her boobs. Vi straddled Caitlyn’s hips trapping her position and making the sensations on her sex deeper than before. “Aahh... Harder baby...please...” Vi begged and Caitlyn inserted a second finger, she could feel it get lubricated with her lovers liquids right away. “Cum for me...” Caitlyn whispered in her ear and deposited a wet kiss on her neck, their movements now turning erratic in the heat of pleasure. 

“Aaah!..Aaah!...Caitlyyyn!...” Vi screamed her name from the top of her lungs, her walls trapping Caitlyn’s fingers while she came; her arms surrounded the tall woman while she steadied her breath and her legs dropped down exhausted. Caitlyn caressed her cheek and smiled, she was insanely happy. “I love you so much Vi...” The woman deposited a sweet kiss on her lips, while she positioned herself into a position that demanded a cuddle. “I love you too, cupcake...” Vi smiled, wishing the time would stop right at that moment.

The end.

[svnaslove]

bunny boy.

summary: s/o gets their hq bf to wear a bunny outfit [it’s like literally the same one from bunny girl senpai]

genre: fluff-ish ; v v suggestive themes, we gettin into the sexc times

characters: semi eita [boyfriend, established relationship] tsukishima kei [best friends turn friends with benefits dynamic]

characters are aged up to a college level

瀬見 英太 |  [boyfriend]

cleaning out through your closet you took a double take to what you had just found. It had been months since you cleaned out your closet, and quite honestly, you’d often get distracted and play with some random nothing for an hour postponing the process.

you giggled a little at the memory of the item as you reached for it and patted some dust off.

It was the bunny outfit.

the one that you had gotten for your Halloween costume last year that seemed to rather excite your boyfriend. at the memory you bit back a smile and felt a rush of blood to your cheeks.

‘I wonder why we stopped using it.’ you wonder, recalling how fun it was.

but then an idea hit you.

you took the costume to the laundry and put in it the wash in hopes of making it a bit nicer since it had been laying around for so long. After having it cleaned out you tucked neatly in your drawer and called your boyfriend to come over.

you jumped at the sound of the knocking at your door and suddenly you got butterflies. You nervously walk over to the door and open it, smiling.

“Hiii Eitaaa” you smiled giving him a big hug as soon as opening the door.

a smirk itched at the corner of his lips. “You missed me that much, bunny?” he asked, a hint of cockyness in his tone.

“I did” you pout, “but I guess if you don’t want my love, I’ll just go” you jokingly teased, closing the door holding your nose high and walking away. The smile that you were trying to tuck down showed itself obviously.

“Noooo, give me kisses, I’m sorryyy” 

you smiled again at how easily you could play with him.

“apology accepted! ” you giggled, planting three quick pecks on his lips.

“however,“ you quirked an eyebrow, “we must play a game for compensation.” You smiled, already excited to do this, although praying that he was the one that got his flip side of the coin.

“Oh, really? What kind of game?” he smiled, watching the gaze of you dramatically announcing it, causing the pit of his stomach to flutter a little, you were so cute.

“we’ll flip a coin, whoever gets the side that they call for and wins has to wear this outfit that I have tucked away in my dresser at the moment.” You had to bite back another huge smile when you saw the look on his face, curiosity itched all over his face. 

you knew just how to get him. Semi could never resist something like this, the curiosity getting the best of him.

“Oh?” he laughed, searching your face for an answer of what this could possibly be.

“Oh, indeed, Eita, oh, indeed.” you laughed, grabbing for a coin on your desk that had been simply laying there, conveniently enough.

“how about, tails you win, heads I lose.”

you quickly went on ahead before he could answer, hoping he wouldn’t catch on to your trick of him of being able to win no matter what, you giggled at his state at how fast you had moved on before he could answer.

you flicked the coin into the air, the pretty and clear sound of the metal rang through the air until you caught it.

“Oh, would you look at that, tails. that means you win baby!” you were excited but oh so nervous.

Semi smirked at your remark, “you thought I didn’t catch on with you little trick, bunny?” “I win either way if you put it as tails I win and head you lose.” he said, walking closer to you and now leveling his face down to you own. your cheeks painted red at his proximity, he was so close you could feel his breath. He just made you flustered so easily, it was ridiculous.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you innocently remarked, breaking his eye contact to look up, his gaze still rested on your eyes regardless, still unmoving.

“how about you tell me what you want to see me wear so bad” he teased, trying to catch your eyes again.

“you wanna know?” you asked, now growing your own smirk of your own, causing Semi to fluster himself a little.

you grabbed hold of the bottom of his t-shirt and led him to your room, you stood in front of the dresser. “remember that bunny outfit?” you asked, watching his features as he recalled in his own head the outfit that he loved so much on you. “I do” he smirked, keeping a very pointed and meaningful look at you making you get butterflies again.

you opened the drawer and handed it to him. “I wanna see you wear it Eita.”

his face painted with shock for but a second before a smirk grew.

“Oh?” his tone heavy with meaning.

“you’re fucking kinky aren’t you y/n?” he asked, knowing exactly how to push your buttons.

“oh shut the hell up and put it on.” you pushed him, flustered at what he had said but yet still intrigued.

“hmm, okay, okay, i will. but,” he reached inside the dresser and took out the outfit holding it in his hands. “you have to ask nicer.” he smiled still trying to get as much of a reaction out of you as possible. his smile was anything but sincere and innocent. you knew what he was playing at.

“pleaseee, put it on for me?” you pleaded, your lips forming a small pout.

“good girl, go on and wait in the living room, i’ll put this on.” he instructed.

“oh, and bring out the polaroid.” he winked.

you did as he asked, taking out the polaroid from under you bed and going to the living room.

he did agree to this a lot faster than you thought he would, maybe you could get him to do other stuff and he would be okay with it.

an image of a maid outfit popped into your mind and you had to shake the thought away before it got you too excited again.

If anything you had a very vivid imagination.

a minute or two passed and you heard his voice from your bedroom, “are you ready for me?” he called.

“im ready!” you called back, excited to see.

Eita slowly opened the bedroom door and walked out and oh my god.

how did he manage to look beautiful with a bunny outfit on too?

your eyes traced the curves of his body and his muscles, his pretty hair decorated by a headband of bunny ears.

“woah..” you managed to accidently slip out as you took in the image of your boyfriend.

“oh? you liked this?” he asked, he turned around to show you the cute little bunny tail.

“oh my god eita, you look so hot” you flustered, hiding your face in your hands from embarrassment.

“take a picture of me with the polaroid, bunny.” he said walking up to you, his gaze on you made you feel small.

you picked up the pretty light pink pastel polaroid next to you and before you knew it, Semi picked you up too, you legs wrapped around his waist as he hauled you over to the bedroom.

he softly dropped you onto the bed, your legs still wrapped around his torso. ‘so we’re doing this?’ you thought. you pulled up the polaroid camera up, “say cheese!” you giggled.

“cheeseeee” Eita gave you his best sunshine of a smile, the camera flashed and you took the picture of him and his bunny outfit, you pulled out the picture and before you could look at it Semi threw the camera and the polaroid out of the way and clashed his lips on yours.

月島 蛍 | [best friends going to fwb dynamic]

the thought had been crawling in your mind for days. you kept telling yourself that there was no way this would happen. there’s no way you could get the tsukishima kei to wear a bunny outfit. but you just couldn’t listen to yourself.

lately you’ve been watching him more closely. if he had noticed he hadn’t said anything. maybe he didn’t notice. it wasn’t on purpose, really. you just couldn’t help yourself. you would absently minded and subconsciously avert your gaze from anything you’re supposed to be putting your mind on and focusing on kei, daydreaming planning on a way to get him to put on a damn bunny outfit.

maybe this was wrong of you. you were his best friend after all, you had been for a very long time. but like said before, you couldn’t help yourself. because your lust for him was simply growing on its’ own.

you and tsukishima were both top in your classes and you studied together after school when he didn’t have volleyball to maintain that. you’d usually go to the public library which in all honesty was far too fancy of a place to even look like a public library, it was quiet and secluded, all of the books were in top shape and the walls decorated with expensive art of the renaissance era, with the occasional greek statue around the corner. totally normal for the average public library, i know.

it was another friday of just you and tsukishima studying in the library together. books and notes littered across the table that you two shared, you sat across from him. in the usual studing sessions that you guys did, you’d go around the table to sit next to him when you needed help with something. not today.

as per expected, you kept dazing off and paying no mind to the studies that you needed to catch up on. tsukishima glanced up to catch you staring at him, you gave him a wink and smirk to see how he’d react. the blondes cheeks tinted a slight blush, “what the hell are you looking at dumbass?”

“oh? i can’t look at my incredibly handsome best friend? i didn’t know that was a crime.” you smiled, resting your cheek on your hand, you elbow on the table.

“you haven’t been focusing at all have you?” he asked, glancing down to notice that you hadn’t barely gone through 2 pages of homework.

you groaned and let you face fall gently to your arms splayed out on the table. “i don’t want to study kei.” you moaned, looking up at him to catch his lips twitch. why’d his lips twitch? was it because you moa-

“you kinda have to dumbass, i don’t want to have to walk by you living in a street corner and have to take you in because you didn’t study.” he huffed, pushing your pen and notebook towards you.

“awee kei, you’d take me in if i was homeless?” you teased, feigning puppy eyes. 

“no, i’d leave you there and call the police to get you out of my sight.”

“no you wouldn’t.” you laughed.

“no i wouldn’t.”

you laughed and a small smile splayed on his features as he returned to his book. you keep watching him, the trace of your laugh still there with a smile. 

he pulled up from his book to look at you again, “if you ever needed my help i’d help you though.” he confessed, keeping his eyes on your own. now it was your own turn to blush softly. “thank you, kei.” he nodded, a soft smile still beautifully set on his lips.

in quite honesty this might be fate. the cards had been dealt to you beautifully. the stage was set perfectly. the words that he used, you could twist them beautifully into your favor.

“i don’t remember this equation kei.” you called out, turning your book to face him, you leaned forward instead of going around the table for him to explain to you. your ass was off the chair, setting a curve to your figure, your cleavage on display to him.

tsukishima looked up for his eyes to immediately meet with your boobs. you smirked, “eyes up here playboy.” 

tsukishima muttered an apology before stealing a glance again and then finally towards you and your notebook.

“uhh that’s the uhm,” he gulped, his face turning redder “well you have to find slope, you’re gonna have to use uhh, rise over run equals the y angle over the x angle which is y to the second pow- dammit y/n”

you feigned innocence, squishing your tits against the table and up again and looked up to him, “what is it? are you okay? oh, kei, baby, you’re face is all red, are you hot?”

tsukishima closed his eyes tightly and opened them again to look up to the light fixtures, “dammit y/n you keep... i- it’s not your fault i just... you’re distracting me when you’re like that.”

“oh?” you giggled, “you’re getting all hot and bothered over little old me?” you continued giggling.

the taint of tsukishima’s blush was so apparent, there was no way to ignore it or try to hide it.

you looked under the table and your heart skipped a beat. the tent on his pants was apparent and growing. there is no way that he go hard over just that, is there? he had to have some kind of hots for you prior for him to react like that, right?

you squeezed you thighs together at the thought, to be caught by tsukishima’s gaze, you giggled and his ears turned red now.

“here’s the deal kei, i’ll help you out,” you started, the expression on tsuki’s face was priceless, there’s no way he heard that right, right? there was no way his beautiful and hot best friend since high school just offered to-

“but you have to help me first, you did say that you’d help me if i ever needed it right?” you continued, cutting off his thoughts.

“uhh, yeah i did say that.”

you smiled at the response.

“put on my bunny outfit that i have over at my apartment and i’ll help you out.” you smirked.

“a what?!?” if anything he didn’t even think you owned a bunny outfit, much less that you’d want him to wear it.

“a bunny outfit dumbass, i’ll put it on first if you wanna know how to put it on correctly, what do you say?” you asked, you gaze clouded with lust and a soft smile played upon your features that was in a way, almost predatory.

what the hell were you playing at? but the suggestion was far too intriguing. but the feeling of the thought of having his best friend suck him off felt wrong, you were his best friend since high school. he himself getting turned on and hard so quickly for you felt wrong. but the tightening in his pants pushed him over the edge that he couldn’t help himself to it. simply the thought of your pretty lips wrapped prettily around his-

“fuck it. i’ll do it.” he said, cutting off his thoughts once again, picking up his bag and standing up.

“a good choice.” you whispered to his ear before he fully stood up and brushing you hand against the bulge in his pants.

a soft groan fell from his lips, “fuck— y/n don’t do that.”

“fine, i guess i’ll save it until we get into my apartment, bunny boy.” you teased.

how you did it, you had no idea. but one thing was for certain, you got tsukishima kei in the palm of you hand to the extent that you were about to see him put on your bunny outfit in a matter of delicious seconds.

[liighty]

Guzma babysitting Reader’s Niece

(A/N): BACK ON MY BULLSHIT AGAIN! BUT THIS TIME IT’S NOT ALL THAT SELF-INDULGENT AND MIGHT POSSIBLY BE TURNED INTO A SUPER FIC IF I FEEL LIKE IT

In all honesty i’ve thought about making another largeass super self-indulgent Guzma x Reader mega fic, but I’m not sure if I want to? I don’t know if anybody would read it, so that’s what this post is for!!! If you like this and want to see actual Guzma x Reader with plot and not just fluff drabbles lmk!! I have a bunch of asks to address so maybe i’ll get to that too soon

Anyways, back to the fic.

Mini Summary: (Y/N)’s niece needs to be babysat while (Y/N) is interviewed, so they turn to Guzma and crew to help out for a bit. Chaos ensues.

Rating/Triggers: UH drugs are mentioned but not really? THE KID DOES NOT DO DRUGS!!!! but yeah if that makes you uncomfy i’d be careful with it??\

Pairing: Guzma/Gender Neutral!Reader (I used the honorific ‘Titi’ which is gender neutral for ‘Tia’ or ‘Tio’ [extra thanks to Ocha_Bocha for helping me with that one <3] and tried to make it as gender neutral as possible. Originally this was written with a male reader, and then I went female, and ultimately attempted to eliminate gender completely. [Following the footsteps of Splatoon teehee])

Fic under cut!!!!!

"Are you sure this is a good idea, honey?" You clutch your niece's hand as you approach the large walls that separate Po Town from the rest of Ula'Ula Island. It's not that you don't trust the man who you're leaving her with- in fact, those two have been acquainted previously and seem to get along fairly well- It's his friends who you're concerned about.

"..." Her silence is expected, as the kid isn't all that talkative. Recognizing the young girl's silence, you frown. 

"You can stay in the office lounge if you really want to. I know you aren't the biggest fan of crowds, and um- Guz has some pretty loud friends-" Your explanation of what to be expected is quickly interrupted by a blue haired young man decked in black and white clothing. "Yo yo, what's with the kid?!" 

You arch a brow. You knew that Guzma worked with kids, but this guy couldn't be any older than 15! "I could say the same for you. I'm here to talk to Guzma-"

"Ya mean the boss? Why would some random chick want anything ta do with the leader of the Team Skull, huh?!"

A pink haired girl dressed in the same outfit walks up to the boy, crossing her arms. "Shut it, ya clod. Don't you remember the conversation we had with Boss yesterday?"

Hearing this, the blue haired boy's eyes light up in an epiphany. "Ohhhhh shit- Right-"

"Watch yer fuckin' language around the kiddo." She lightly smacks the back of Dansei's head. "She's in good hands, ma'am."

Another pink haired woman, this one being someone you finally recognize, walks in and smacks both of the delinquents in the head once more. "You say that after cussing, Reese?" 

Thank God. Plumeria. "Hey Plumes-" You smile weakly, waving politely with your free hand. Your niece does the same. Another young man, this one much shorter than the first and with green curly hair scrambles after Plumeria, jumping up and down to be seen. "Sorry about these numskulls. I'll lead y'all to the big boss man, yo. No worries at all, so you can chillax!"

I'm regretting this more and more by the second.

The crew starts whistling some hip hop tune as they make their way to the Shady House, the smaller boy beatboxing. You've taken this time to offer a piggyback ride to your niece, who's politely declined. Are all kids like this? Or is it just her?

Once they approach the boss, Guzma immediately jumps out of his chair, his signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "Eyyyyyy! (Y/N)!!! Kiddo!! What's up, homeslice?!" He hops down the stairs and crouches so he can get at eye-level with the young girl, offering his fist for a pound-it.

She bumps her fist against his, smiling just a bit. It's more of a reaction than you expected, at least. "S-sup, Uncle Guzma-" 

Looks like his slang is rubbing off on her. That's cute.

"Thanks for droppin' by, Doll. No need to worry about Little Miss Troublemaker over here, I got it all under control." He picks up your niece and walks over to you, pressing a looooooooongass smooch on your cheek. The other Team Skull members all make mini comments, like "Ewwww-", "Grosss-", and "Cooties-", causing Plumeria to once again smack their heads together. 

You roll your eyes, unable to stop the smirk on your face from growing any further. "Not in front of the kids, Guz." "Ah, right, right- My bad." His shades slide onto his face, hiding the bright red blush that had crept onto his cheeks. "Well, you should probably get goin', ey? The Aether Foundation's one lucky company to have you interviewin' for a position."

"Dork." You boop his nose, then your niece's. "Call me if you need me, okay honey? I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Okay, Titi (Y/N)-" You smile at the nickname while the others snicker. 'Titi' sounds an awful lot like 'Tittie', and considering three of the 7 people in the room are immature teenagers, there's definitely some laughing going on in the background. Plumeria looks very tired. How does she deal with these kids all the time?

"Alright, I'll be back. Don't light anything on fire, okay?" You yell as you walk off, feeling a slight hint of unease at the idea of leaving your young niece with so many delinquents, even if it's just for a few hours. It'll be fine, though. Guzma's there to keep them from doing anything stupid.

You laugh at the thought. Who am I kidding? He's probably gonna be the one who explodes something first.

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The interview itself wasn't all that bad. You're fairly certain that you either aced it or put yourself up for consideration, which in itself helped your confidence just a bit. With the absence of Lusamine and the arrest of several of her chairmen, the foundation was very antsy and in need of someone who could handle the Pokemon Observation department. With your background in medicine and PR, you were rationally on the list of potential replacements, and despite your initial resistance, learning that the company would be run by somebody that WASN'T the manipulative little bitch Lusamine gave you enough comfort to accept the offer for the interview. Was it just an offer or an invitation? You weren't quite sure, but Wick was very insistent on you showing up.

Either way, you're pretty certain you got the job. Good on you. 

You can't help but wonder how your niece is doing, surrounded by so many troublemakers. As you make your way to the entrance of the Shady House, you can hear loud music, causing you to feel a small tint of anxiety. She'll be fine.

You walk up to the door and creak it open, the smell of burnt… whatever the fuck that is flooding your nostrils. Of course. They lit something on fire.

"Guz??" You call out to the empty room. "Plumes? Anybody home?" As expected, there's no response. You start to feel more and more anxious the more ground you start to cover. Where are they? Peeking your head around the corridor, your anxiety comes to its peak when-

"And that's why you should never do drugs, aight?"

H-Huh?

Your niece sits on Guzma's knee as he bounces it up and down, his signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face like usual. Awfully burnt cookies sit on the table, explaining the smell from earlier, and Plumeria seems to be asleep with the other team skull grunts. Are they… napping? Seems like it. 

She nods enthusiastically, taking a bite of a charred cookie and grimacing shortly after, causing the two to both laugh in unison.

"Doesn't matter if it's just for recreational purposes, you could still get hooked, and that's the last thing we want!" Grinning once again, Guzma pokes her forehead.

Hypocrite. You're reminded of the first time you two had kissed, which happened to be shortly after you both had blazed a couple of joints. It's enough to get you laughing, though.

"Huh?! What're you doing here so early? Don't tell me ya flunked THAT bad!" Guzma's eyes widen, a genuine look of bewilderment painted on his face.

"I did not flunk! I think I did great!" You huff, crossing your arms defiantly. "It's suuuuuuuper comforting that you thought I failed, Guz."

"Nononono I was joking!! Right, kiddo??" Your niece quickly nods. "See???? No harm, no foul!"

Arching a brow, you walk up to the two and pick up the young girl. "Mhmmm. Did you have fun, honey?"

She nods again, unable to contain the grin on her face. "Uncle Guzma told me about his Pokemon training! And I got to ride on Golisopod's back!" 

The large bug type pokemon bops up and down upon hearing its name, prompting a smirk from Guzma. "Yeah, I told ya I'd take care of her. She's welcome back anytime, okay?"

"Thanks, Guz." You peck his cheek, and your niece sticks her tongue out, closing her eyes. 

"Icky cooties!!" Where the hell did she hear that? The only people you can think of who'd say such a thing are in the other room snoozing, so- Yeah, actually, you know exactly who taught her that word.

"Well, I'm gonna getchu with my cooties! And my tickles!" You raise a hand menacingly, wiggling your fingers with one eye closed. She immediately curls up, not out of fear, but out of excitement. It's nice to see her so happy again.

After a very long tickle session, you quickly glance at the large grandfather clock, noting the short hand of the clock slowly approaching the number 8. Shit. "We gotta go, kiddo. Your dad isn't gonna be all that happy if we get home any later than 8:30. Besides, it's past your bedtime."

"I bet Uncle Guzma stays up past his bedtime-" She yawns. "Can we stay for a little longer?"

How can I say no to that face? You find yourself incredibly conflicted. Do you tell her you have to leave anyways? Or do you stay and risk getting in trouble by your brother-in-law?

"Eh, as much as I'd love to have you over for longer, kiddo- Look at your Titi (Y/N). They look exhausted."

You smile gratefully at the comment, glad that it doesn't have to be you to tell your niece to go home. "Yeah, I'm beat. We can hang out some other time, okay? I promise." You pat her head and get ready to leave.

"Aww… okay. Bye, Uncle Guzma!! Bye Golisopod!" She holds your hand, and the two of you eventually walk your way back to the car. As you drive away, one thing lingers in your head. You can't think of anything else, in all honesty.

Guzma's great with kids. I should've expected as much, but… I'm glad he gets along with my family.

Your stomach rumbles at the intersection. I'd kill for some malasadas right about now- 

Okay, maybe you CAN think of something else.

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Covenant: A Mess

Poly! Sons of Ipswich x Reader

Word Count: 2,497

Warnings: Slightly angsty 

Summary: Reader has been struggling with magic and feels miserable. Caleb and Pogue try their best to be loving and supportive. Requested by / in collaboration with @dhampiravidi​

Caleb trudged inside the apartment, the beginnings of a headache building behind his eyes. Taking his gray coat off, he followed the smell of spices into the kitchen. Chili, if Caleb had to guess. 

Pogue must’ve had dinner duty for the night. He made the best chili out of the three of them so they only ever ate it if he was the one making it. Sure enough, he was standing in front of the counter, his hair pulled back into a half ponytail, adjusting a setting on the slower cooker that was plugged into the wall.

“Chili?” Caleb asked, rubbing his forehead in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.

“Chili,” Pogue confirmed. He turned towards Caleb, frowning when he saw Caleb massaging small circles above his eyes. “Another headache?”

Caleb sighed, lowering his hand. “Just a little one. They assigned me to that new case on Tuesday and I’ve been pouring over old court dockets ever since.”

Pogue didn’t say anything but he didn’t have to—the worry was clear on his face. Caleb was quick to smile and reassure him. “It’s like I said, just a small headache. No need to blow it out of proportion, Po.”

The longhaired boy wasn’t the least bit convinced, but didn’t push the lawyer further. Caleb was great at looking after people, but not so much when it came to himself. And if Pogue called him out on it, he would only draw further into himself. The key was to not bring it up and tread subtlety.  

“Okay, man. Whatever you say.” He sat down at the table, but not before sliding a bottle of aspirin over to Caleb who accepted it with a quiet thanks.

They quickly updated each other on their days. One of firm clerks was inviting everyone out for drinks next week: Caleb had said he’d get back to them after checking with the significant others. A real nice ’68 Chevy Nova had been brought into the garage for restoration: Pogue was excited to pop the hood and get to work. But it wasn’t long until Caleb noticed who was absent from the table.

“Where’s Y/N? She’s never been able to resist the smell of chili.”

“Rough day. She was crying when I got home and she’s been shut in the bedroom since then.”

“Crying? Why was she—” He cut off immediately. He knew, they both knew. You weren’t really a crier. In all of the time the three of you had been together, there was only one thing they had ever known you to cry about. “She tried Using again today.”

Pogue nodded, a severe frown on his face. He looked down the hall at the shut door, no sounds or light coming from the other side of it. “Looked like it to me. The spell book was already put away when I walked in, but she left the candles out.”

Caleb released a long breath and stared unseeing at the ceiling. How could he fix this?

Magic was a touchy subject. All three of you were witches and even if he and Pogue weren’t regularly Using, they didn’t impose their rules on you. After all, your coven had struck a different deal to gain their magic so they didn’t have to worry about you sacrificing pieces of your life whenever you tried to use it. But that didn’t mean they didn’t worry about you.

Using was…hit or miss with you. You had no problem performing large, high-powered magic. You had no problem blowing thing up or putting an entire bar full of people under a spell. But as time went on, it became apparent that you did not have the same ease when it came to more precise magic. And your struggles weren’t from lack of dedication or practice (you gave even Caleb a run for his money when it came to studying.)

The guys were incredibly supportive of your continued magic studies, but recently your mood had shifted and not for the better. After putting in so much time and effort, and still not having much to show for it, Using was starting to bring some emotional baggage to the surface. Seeing as how you’d been upset in the room for hours, they thought you were close to some kind of break.

Caleb tapped the table with his knuckles. “I’m going to check on Y/N and see if I can get them to talk to me.” He scraped his chair back and moved down the hall. He didn’t wait for Pogue’s reaction. He couldn’t. When someone he loved was struggling his immediate response was to talk with them and find a solution to the problem.

He didn’t bother knocking on the door—he knew that you wouldn’t answer anyway and that you had likely locked the door with no intention of opening it. Eyes went black briefly as he Used magic to override the lock. Normally, his rule was to only employ magic in times of emergency, but this definitely qualified as an emergency.

“Hi Y/N,” he said quietly, closing the door behind him. You were on your spot curled in the middle of the bed, body hidden under the comforter. “How was your day?” Your silence didn’t phase him as he joined you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you. “I heard you were practicing today, that’s great. I’ve always loved your drive.”

Still, nothing but silence from you.

He sighed and pulled the covers down so he could at least see your face. Your eyes were red and puffy but the crying was paused for the moment, your whole face lax as you stared through him rather than at him.

“Hey, now,” he whispered pressing gentle kisses to your forehead. “Come on, I want to hear about it.”

You pushed him away and he was relieved to see some reaction from reaction, even if it was annoyance.

“I really don’t want to talk about it, Caleb,” you stressed turning away from him. He tried to bring you back into his arms but backed off when he felt you stiffen up.

“It can’t be that bad.” More silence. “Just tell me. Please.”

The strong emotions that you had been trying so hard to hide exploded out of you and you were so upset that it wasn’t until after you finished that you realized how aggressive it sounded. “You want to know? Fine! It was a telekinesis spell. A simple freaking telekinesis spell. All I wanted to do was lift the frame that had our anniversary photo in it and guess what! And I ended up smashing it to pieces instead! There was glass everywhere and the photo is ruined, happy?”

You felt tears swimming in your eyes, whether from anger or sadness you didn’t know, and you ran with a huff to lock yourself in the bathroom. No matter what kind of tears they were, you refused to cry in front of Caleb. That would only make him more overbearing than he was currently.  

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered as the tears started to flow. “All this time and you still mess up a basic spell. How can you call yourself a girlfriend to two Sons of Ipswich if you can’t even get that right?”

Caleb remained on the bed, looking at the bathroom door in grief. He had meant to help you and it seemed that he only made things worse. Sighing in frustration at himself he put himself back together and went back to Pogue who was still tending to dinner. There had to be something he could do, he just wasn’t sure what that something was.

“Well,” Pogue prompted, “How did it go?”

“Disastrous,” Caleb admitted. “I just ended up making Y/N even more upset and now they’re locked in the bathroom.”

“Hmm, that’s rough man.” A timer on the counter beeped, signaling that the chili was officially done cooking. Pogue took some ceramic bowls from the cabinet. “For both of you. Try not to get worked up about—Y/N will come around when they’re ready.”

“I am not worked up,” Caleb insisted. Pogue merely raised a brow and slid a full bowl to him. “Okay, maybe I’m a little worked up.”

“I knew it,” he smirked, pushing his long hair out of his face. “You can’t help it; it’s just who you are, man. But in this case, I’m telling you that you have to be patient.”

He sat down and took a bite from his own bowl, saw the worried look on the other man’s face. “I’m telling you. I learned this the hard way back in high school. Sometimes space is the best approach,” he said with a mouth full of food.

“If you’re sure…”

The two of them kept good on their unspoken promise and didn’t ask you about the incident again. You all still shared the same bed but even there they made sure to keep their hands to themselves, which you were grateful for. You didn’t feel the need for sex given your mental state. Just knowing that they were on either side of you was enough.

A part of you felt terrible for shutting them out, but an even bigger part of you couldn’t get over the hurt. Rationally, you knew that breaking the frame wasn’t that big of a deal. The guys would definitely fix it for you if you asked. Emotionally, however, you were a wreck. Productivity was at zero for the week. During the day you felt void, your brain numb. The night was worse, racing thoughts you couldn’t control as the continuous rewind of the incident playing on loop, preventing you from getting decent sleep.

Life was a mess. You were a mess. But there wasn’t much you felt like you could do about it; you were just hoping that you’d sort yourself out soon.

It was difficult for them for watching you going through it, especially for Caleb. He kept his word and didn’t question you like he had the first night but he hovering, struggling to master the need to make it better for you. Needless to say, he fed you breakfast in bed everyday that week.

Pogue was just as concerned. He never outright confronted you about it, that just wasn’t his style, but he did the dishes every day without complaint. He fidgeted more, even by Pogue standards. And unbeknownst to you, he was playing his guitar, something that normally happened when he was trying to sort something big out.

Somehow, he managed to hide it from you but he wasn’t so lucky with Caleb.

He leaned in the doorway, arms crossed. “How long have you been playing this one? I like it.”

“This week,” Pogue shrugged trying to downplay it. “The cords were easy to throw together.”

Caleb hummed and went to sit in front of the other man. Pogue started playing the tune again and Caleb found himself humming along after a few minutes. He wore a contemplative look. “Does it have lyrics?”

Pogue shook his head side to side, tossing his hair. “Nope. You know I’m not a good poet.”

Caleb nodded again, the same thoughtful expression on his face. “What if I wrote them?”

***

At the end of the week, you were slightly more recovered. The failure and unconference were still there but Pogue had convinced you to shower with him earlier in the day. It was nice to have clean hair and soft skin again. And you even managed to clear out your emails which always felt like an accomplishment.

“Hey, do you guys want to order takeout for dinner?” You walked out to the living room looking for your boyfriends. You were getting hungry and in the mood to socialize a bit more. For a second, you thought they were both out until you saw them out on the small porch. “Hello?”

They turned around with smiles on their faces and bid you to join them. It was a mild spring day and the setting sun left just enough heat to still be comfortable while sitting outside.

“Are you feeling okay?” Caleb asked, excitement just beneath the surface.

“A little better,” you answered eying the acoustic guitar in Pogue’s hands. Takeout cartons were arranged around the small glass table. “So…what’s all this?”

Pogue cleared his throat. “We wrote a song.”

“You…wrote a song?”

“A song for you,” Caleb further explained. “We’ve been working on it for you these past couple of days. Do you want to listen to it?”

“Y-yeah,” you said startled. This had not been what you were expecting when you came outside.

Pogue started strumming immediately, having already tuned beforehand. The pace was slower but purposeful, his fingers moving gracefully over the fretboard. Your heart fluttered, the notes sounding beautiful. Then Caleb started to sing. He was a graceful as ever, his voice blending in perfectly with Pogue’s guitar playing.

You were positively flushing. As romantic as the two of them were, they had never serenaded you before. In fact, no one had ever serenaded you. You were flattered. Giddy. Dazed.

The words touched your heart. The whole thing was so intimate, especially since they wrote it for you. They were pouring out the love they felt for you, the sadness that came with seeing you struggle. Unlaying the song was the assurance that things would get better.  

At some point, you’re not sure when, tears started to blur your vision. The song had barely ended before you threw yourself at them, hugging with all your might. The hugs were returned and you felt a kiss on the top of your head—Pogue. Caleb wiped away a stray tear that had escaped with the pad of his thumb.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to make you cry,” he murmured softly.

“Yeah, sorry baby,” Pogue seconded. Everyone was silent for a moment when he cracked a joke. “You should’ve told me that my playing was bad, I would’ve stopped sooner.”

You slapped his chest with no real force behind it. “Shut up. I loved it. These are tears of happiness.”

“That’s a relief. We’ve been worried about you, you know.”

You relaxed into their grasp, the oranges and pinks in the dusk sky further calming you. “I know. I tried to shake it off and be rational about it but I couldn’t. I’ve been…struggling.”

“We know. It’s alright. We’re here for you through the good times and the bad,” he promised.

“I j-just feel like a failure and I don’t want you to be embarrassed of me because I—”

“Stop it. We could never, never be embarrassed of you. You’re strong and kind and smart; what’s not to love?”

“Face facts, baby, you’re stuck with us for as long as you’ll have us.”

More tears gathered. “I love you two goofs.”

“I love you, too,” they said simultaneously, leaning in on either side to press a kiss to your cheek.

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First poly fic I’ve written/published. Thanks so much for reading! And thanks to Jayn for the idea! 😊 If you want more Caleb content, here’s a recent fic of mine. Check it out! If you want more poly content, let me know that too. 

[unbridgeabledistances]

Prompt: Sandy and Debbie break up and Ian and Mickey each take a side. During the fall out Ian worries that Mickey has the same complaints about Ian that drove Sandy to break up with Debbie. But in the end Mickey reassures Ian that their relationship is nothing like theirs.

hi!<3 thank u so much for this prompt, it was so fun to write! hope u enjoy:)

also this scenario could take place anytime between ep 2 and ep 3 of s11, because ian still has his warehouse job

**

“Jesus, Debbie, calm the fuck down. You’re being dramatic”

“Sandy, if you call me dramatic one more time, I swear to god. I’m not trying to be controlling I’m just asking you where you were last night, which is a perfectly reasonable question—”

“Reasonable if you were my mother, maybe, but I can go wherever the fuck I want without you needing to smother me all the time! I was on a run with Terry, because I have no money and don’t really know what to do with myself, and I’m never fucking good enough for you, and that’s literally all you need to know—”

“Trouble in paradise,” Mickey commented as he poured Ian some coffee, breaking the silence in the kitchen, where everyone was staring at their breakfasts and listening to the voices shouting upstairs.

Ian rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Debs isn’t known to be the most… secure partner in a relationship.”

“You can say that again,” added Liam, wrapping his poptart in a napkin and shoving it into his backpack. “I’m just gonna eat on the way to school. It doesn’t seem like this screaming is going to stop anytime soon, and while you and Mickey having sex twice a day is bad enough, Debbie and Sandy having a lover’s quarrel has somehow pushed me over the edge.”

Ian smirked and sipped his coffee. “Can you drop Franny off on the way?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Liam led Franny out of the kitchen, where Ian and Mickey remained, listening to Debbie’s shrill voice drifting through the floorboards.

“Fine, if I can’t know what’s going on in your life, I guess you don’t need to be in mine anymore!”

“Are you fucking serious, Debbie? Why do you need to know where I am, you can barely handle knowing the whereabouts of your own kid—”

Ian and Mickey traded raised eyebrows while Ian silently took a bite of toast.

“Sandy, get out of this house! I don’t need you and your illegal bullshit anyways, all you’re doing is putting me and Franny at risk with Terry and all of his issues—”

“Okay, little miss perfect, but don’t expect me to give a shit when you come crawling back.”

“Fine!”

The door upstairs finally slammed, and seconds later Sandy came stomping down. She looked at Ian.

“Your prissy fucking sister is a pain in my ass. The sooner your whole family realizes that your garbage father is as bad as Terry is, the sooner you’ll hop off of your superiority complex over the Milkoviches and realize that your way of surviving is literally the same as ours.”

Sandy shoved past the kitchen table and out the back door.

Ian breathed out a laugh. “Well, that was an eventful morning.”

“I’ll say,” Mickey agreed, looking at the door Sandy had just walked through. “Do you think I should go talk to her or some shit?”

Ian shrugged. “Nah, I’m sure it’s fine. I’m sure Sandy’ll grow up and apologize for whatever illegal shit she was doing with Terry, Debs will calm down, and everything will go back to the way it was.”

Mickey looked slightly uncomfortable as he placed his mug down on the table. “I mean, she has got a point. I’m sure whatever Sandy was up to was no big deal, Debbie doesn’t need to be freaking out.”

Ian scoffed. “Yeah, if getting involved in all of your dad’s shit is no big deal. Sandy could at least tell Debs whatever she’s up to, that sounds pretty fair to me.”

Mickey stood up, clearing their plates and walking over to the sink. “Whatever, Gallagher. I’m just saying Sandy does have a point about you being marshmallows. If she’s not telling Debbie what she’s up to, it’s probably for her own good.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Mick? Last time you disappeared on a run with your dad without telling me where you were, I literally thought you murdered our PO. How is that better than just telling me you’re hawking some stolen guns or whatever you get up to?”

Mickey distractedly wrung his hands with the dish towel, looking sightly pissed and defensive that Ian would even bring up that onslaught of memories, of their almost-wedding and Ian’s rejection at the courthouse and everything that followed.

“I don’t know, asshole. Maybe because Sandy’s right, and you all can be a little judgy about all the illegal shit. I get that you’re a goody two shoes breaking your fucking back in a warehouse, but that doesn’t mean that everyone needs to work their ass off to make minimum wage like you. I used to do shit for my dad all the time, so does Sandy and she doesn’t need anyone to be her keeper.”

Ian rolled his eyes, taking a final sip of coffee and standing up. “Alright, whatever. I’m gonna be late.” He pecked the top of Mickey’s head as he put his mug in the sink. “Enjoy your hard day’s work of watching TV and jacking off.”

Mickey turned and flipped him off as Ian strode out of the room.

Later that day, as Ian was mechanically checking expiration dates on an order of off-brand crackers, he couldn’t help but replay he and Mickey’s conversation from that morning over and over in his mind. Was Mickey seriously going to defend Sandy for sneaking with Terry behind Debbie’s back? He knew Mickey didn’t give a shit about making minimum wage right now, but was Mickey really going to spend the rest of his life following in his dad’s footsteps, depending on his next heist for cash? And, worst of all, did that mean he was going to live a life of feeling like he needed to hide every move from Ian? Ian knew what he was signing up for when they got married, that being with Mickey always meant some level of scamming and schmoozing; but for some reason, he thought that now that Mickey and his dad had fallen out that Mickey’s existence would stop being so constantly on the brink of incarceration.

He’d expected marriage to be a partnership—but so far, it felt like he and Mickey were on different pages about pretty much everything.

When Ian finally made it home and stumbled in the front door, tired and bleary, Sandy was still noticeably absent from the Gallagher house. Debbie and Franny were in the kitchen, along with Liam who was muddling through his homework at the table. Ian went upstairs and found Mickey laying on their bed, watching some sort of video on his phone at full volume. He didn’t look up when Ian came into the room.

“Hey, Mick. Can we talk for a sec?” Ian asked, taking off his hat and coat and gingerly placing them on the bottom corner of the bed.

Mickey still didn’t look up from his phone. “Don’t know what the fuck you want to talk about.”

Ian sat on the edge of the bed. “Did… Sandy and Debbie make up yet?”

Mickey huffed. “What d’you think.”

“Guess not. How’s Sandy doing?”

“Don’t know, haven’t heard from her yet. Figure she’s just off somewhere blowing off some steam.”

Ian approached the next topic with caution.

“So, uh, I was thinking. And I think we need to talk again about, y’know, our mutual expectations.”

“This shit again? Listen, we already did this, I know we agreed that we aren’t fucking other people—"

“No, no I mean about other stuff. Not even the money stuff again really, just like… if you’re ever going to go back to doing the shit that Terry does. For example.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about man, you know I don’t talk to that asshole anymore.”

“I know, but—what if you want to do stuff with Sandy, or someone makes you an offer for a big job? What if you end up in jail again? What if you feel the way Sandy does and you feel like you need to hide all this stuff from me, meanwhile I’m just here working my ass off trying to make a life for us—”

Mickey paused the video and finally looked up from the phone.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Gallagher?”

Ian ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I just… I don’t want you to not tell me shit, the way Sandy was with Debbie. I’d rather know what illegal bullshit you’re up to, even if you think it’s going to piss me off. I… I don’t want to lose you again. I don’t want you to have to lie to me, and I don’t want you to go to jail again. I just wanna be on the same page.”

Ian inched his hand over the covers and placed it on top of Mickey’s as he kept talking.

“I know we’ve been fighting a lot lately, not agreeing on stuff. But I just…want you to know that I’m in this. I love you, I’m your fucking husband. I want us to work together, and I don’t want you to think that I can’t handle anything, or that we can’t tackle everything together.”

Ian looked down at their hands, letting the silence swell as he traced Mickey’s palm with his thumb.

“Hey, Gallagher. Look at me.”

Ian met Mickey’s eyes—Mickey was looking directly at him, unguarded and open. It reminded him of the look on Mickey’s face when he had tried to break up with Mickey the first time, back when they were both kids sitting on the front stoop and Mickey had sprinted over when Ian called; when Mickey had split himself open, had told Ian how much he loved him, through sickness and health and everything they were about to go through.  

“Sandy’s got her own bullshit to learn. About people caring about her, caring where she is, caring if she throws her life away. But I’ve been here this whole time, and I’ve learned that. Why do you think I used to throw myself into as much risky bullshit as I could, before I was locked up? I was losing myself in everything, because all I ever wanted was this.”

He put his hand up to Ian’s face—a small gesture, but probably the most intimate touch he’d given Ian in weeks. It stung like ice and fire on Ian’s cheek, like electricity was flickering where his fingertips met Ian’s skin.

“I’ve pointed a glock at my asshole dad’s head and been willing to take the bullet for this. I’m not getting involved in any shit that can take you away from me, Gallagher. Am I going to stop forging my payroll for my PO? Or stop selling shitty expired brownie mix? Probably not. But I’m not gonna do anything risky, anything that might take me away from you for good. Never was.”

Ian sighed. He was being stupid, and he knew that. But between all of their senseless bickering the last few weeks, he couldn’t help but worry that Mickey was feeling more and more indifferent about this whole marriage situation, or getting restless about being pinned down. He listened earnestly as Mickey continued talking.

“How many times have I told you—my family was never there for me. You’re the only family I need. And I made that shit official when I put a ring on your finger, or I guess when I forced you to put one on mine. I’ve always been there for you, I’m always gonna be there for you. We fought long and hard enough for this, Gallagher. You just gotta believe in me.”

There it was—that fondness in Mickey’s eyes, the softness that he tried to hard to hide, but showed up anyways as he was tying Ian’s tie, or holding him close through a wave of depression, or kissing his forehead when he gave Ian his meds. Mickey was never going to let anything come between them again, not after all the pitfalls and heartbreak they’d been through—Ian realized that now, even more than he already had.

“I know, Mick. I believe you.”

“You’d better, asshole. Now c’mere.”

Mickey led Ian’s chin forward, and their lips met—just a ghost of a touch, at first, but it made Ian grab the back of Mickey’s neck and pull him in closer, fiercely slotting their lips together again and again.  

They broke apart, and Ian smiled sheepishly. “Sorry for freaking out.”

“I’m all yours, Mr. Milkovich. Whatever shit our families get into can’t change that.”

[brandyllyn]

War makes thieves, and peace hangs them (pt7)

Told from POV of Triple Frontier characters and while it’s an OFC she is never described. Her “name” is a radio handle. So it could be you…

Chapter 7: Pope and Wildcat are both pissed off at each other. There are probably better ways to deal with that than they choose.

(Santiago Garcia x Reader)

Other chapters... My Masterlist

Word count: 2600. Read it on AO3.

Rating: NC-17 (Hella Explicit) violence. fighting kink. probably BDSM to be honest. bondage again. use of safe words. PiV sex.

"What do you mean we can’t sell them?"

Santi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. They were crowded into Ben’s room again, computer open on the bed by his hip with the plans they had stolen. Frankie was nursing a black eye and refusing to talk to anyone about what happened. Thus far, Santi has been too pissed off to push.

"Don’t be a dumbass Benny," Wildcat’s voice. He studiously avoids looking at her. "Do you know how much diamonds are actually worth?"

"When I was looking at rings for my last girl I know they cost a shitload," Ben bites back. "And you even said that was fifty kay worth."

"To the right buyer, yeah. Do you happen to have an in on the diamond market?" Ben doesn’t answer and she goes on. "Ironhead? Fish? Po- No one? Then yeah, these are basically worthless for cash." She picks a few up and he can see her hand move in the corner of his vision. "The only person I know of might offer about ten grand for the bunch. If we’re lucky." She sighs and lets them fall back to the bed in a shower of sparkles. "We’re better off dividing them up and y’all making jewelry for your moms. Wives. Whatever."

He glances her way at that but she’s as studiously avoiding looking at him as he is at her.

"Fuck," Ben mutters.

"That’s not the problem," Santi breaks in to the conversation. "The problem is that was a shitshow back there. What the fuck happened. Fish?"

Frankie looks up and lowers the icepack from his eye. "Some pendejo wanted to start a fight with me. Caught me right as we were wrapping up. I had a crowd, couldn’t get away."

"Why the fuck was someone starting a fight with you?" This from Will, another person Santi had been avoiding looking at.

Frankie hesitates then raises the icepack up again. "I don’t fucking know man. Didn’t like my face?"

"And you two?" Santi turns his gaze on Will who meets his eyes from beneath lowered brows. "What happened to the revised extraction? You fucking went off-book."

Will points at Wildcat and Santi can hear her sigh before she says, "There were two pain points. One I saw in the house, the other on the street. I improvised."

"You improvised?" He turns on her now.

"Yeah, I improvised." She crosses her arms and doesn’t break eye contact with him. "Your intel on the house was off, there was no way I was getting into the safe room and out without someone knowing so I left a trail. Took some stones. They needed a reason and I gave them one."

"And that stunt on the street?" he keeps his voice level. Calm.

"If the mark realized he didn’t have his keys it would have also blown it. So I put them back when I snatched his watch."

He narrows his eyes, thinking. Then he nods. "I don’t like it. It’s too messy. But we’ll have to wait and see if it worked." She nods back and the tension in the room seems to go down a notch. "Now about after…"

"Whoa," Will raises a hand up, pushing off from the wall with the other. "Look, we got away. We didn’t get shot. And we got the data. I think we can call that a win and be done for tonight. I’m getting a beer. Ben?"

Ben shoots a glance among them and then nods following Will from the room, Frankie follows close behind. Wildcat tails them and then raises a questioning eyebrow back at him.

Santi shuts the computer, coming to his feet. "You," he points at her, "with me."

He’s halfway down the hall before it occurs to him that maybe his hotel room isn’t the best place for this conversation. But he’s too keyed up to think of another, his anger roiling just below the surface.

"Are you going to talk to me?" She asks from over his shoulder and he doesn’t turn around, just lets his long stride eat up the ground to his door.

"I’ll talk to you in fucking private."

"You’re pissed at me?" She sounds incredulous. "I don’t believe this. You’re pissed at me."

"You’re goddamn right I am," he turns on her, sees her take a step back. "You planning on just fucking your way through my team? Benny’s the only one left, but then again you already know each other don’t you?"

If he’d been even the tiniest bit less mad he’d have seen it coming. That’s what he tells himself anyway. He would have seen her move before she was on him, digging her fingers into the pressure point under his arm and forcing him back against the wall with her other hand digging into his carotid artery.

"Listen to me you son of a bitch," she bites every word off, fingers pushing upwards until he’s on tiptoe to get away from it. "For the last time, I never fucked Frankie. And I didn’t fuck Will. And I don’t really have any interest in fucking Benny to be honest. But if I wanted to you’d have no right to stop me. Or to be a fucking ass about it."

She releases him and steps back in one motion, brushing her hair away from her face. She’s pissed. He can tell that much. Her chest heaving, her jaw tense. Her nostrils are flared and he’d bet fifty grand in diamonds that her heartbeat was well over a hundred beats per minute. He doesn’t even think. Just reaches out and grabs her by the shirtfront, searching behind him for the door handle with his other hand. Hauling her to him until their mouths clash together and he pulls her back into his room, kicking the door shut.

Her nails rake down his neck and he flinches, pulling away from her and grabbing her hand with one of his. Holding her wrist in a too-tight grip. Her arm flexes, curves, and then she’s digging her fingers into the muscles of his bicep and he grimaces at the pain but refuses to move where she pushes. He takes her by the throat instead, pushing her to the wall and kissing her again. Feels her tongue move against his. The soft choke of her breath when he presses her windpipe. She doesn’t release his muscle, just skims her other hand into his hair and pulls hard. The full body shiver that induces nearly makes his knees give out.

It’s the work of a moment to kick her feet apart, to shove his knee between her thighs. She bites at him and he groans at the sharp sting of it. The hand on his bicep moves up to his shoulder and she hoists herself upwards, wrapping her legs around his waist. He drops one hand under her ass to hold her steady, keeping the other pressed to her throat.

"You don’t want Frankie to fuck you," he growls into her mouth. "And you don’t want Will to fuck you, or Benny." His teeth catch her lower lip and he pulls, feeling the flesh stretch and slide before releasing. He presses harder to her neck, "Just who do you want to fuck you?"

It was his fault, really, for thinking he was in control. For thinking that there was any part of this where he had the upper hand. She reaches up and grips his forearm, using it for leverage as she twists her body and the next thing he knows she’s upside down with her thighs around his head and he’s flipping forward into the air. He lands on his back with a heavy thud, air rushing out of him in a whoosh. He’d have been worried about head trauma but she still has her thighs wrapped tight around him and he’s not sure he’s getting enough oxygen to worry about a concussion. He wrenches a hand between his neck and her thigh, giving himself a gasp of air before she tightens her hold and he sees stars.

"You’re a fucking piece of work, you know that Pope?" she’s growling, holding one of his hands above his head and bending it an angle he’s not particularly fond of. "I offer myself to you on a fucking silver platter and this is what I get? Petty jealousy? Some big man feelings? Grow the fuck up." She pulls on his arm again and Santi is done.

She’s not in it to kill him, he’s counting on that. So when he flips his legs up and over he relies on the fact that she’ll release his head rather than risk breaking his neck. Thankfully he’s right and she does. His knee lands on her chest, knocking the air out of her. He feels a little bad about it but the quick kidney punch she gives him drives any apology straight out of his head. She wraps one arm around his thigh but he’s faster - has the advantage of knowing what he’s going to do in advance and he shifts his weight to his other knee and flips her over.

Now he’s got a knee on the center of her back, jerking her arms behind her and holding them up by her shoulder blades. It is not a comfortable position, he can see her trying to bow her back to relieve the pressure on her arms, but he presses more of his weight down.

"Now listen to me kitten-" His words are cut off and his vision goes white for a second. She fucking kicked him in the back of the head. How the hell had she done that? How fucking flexible was this woman? He ducks to the side just in time, her boots closing uselessly on the air where his neck had been. He shifts to the side, one knee still on her back, the other on her wrists. Where he can keep an eye on her legs. He puts his full weight on her, only letting up when he can hear her straining to breathe.

"Now," he runs one hand through his hair, catching his breath, "let’s talk about this silver platter."

"Fuck you," she wheezes.

"I am really hoping for that, yes," he replies good-naturedly, staring down at her body. He glances around the room. His flexi-cuffs are on the other side of the bed with the rest of his gear. Belt it is again then.

It’s a lot harder when she’s not cooperating, nor does it help that the belt doesn’t want to stay taut. He holds it with one hand as he moves off of her, using his grip to steady her and supporting under her elbow with the other. He brings her to her knees first, then raises her to her feet. "Alright kitten," he starts but she turns on him. Reflexively his hand tightens on the belt and he can see the flash of pain cross her face as her shoulders are pulled. But then she fucking head-butts him and all bets are off.

He kicks one of her feet out from under her, tossing her to the bed when she loses her balance and following her down, knee once again pressed to her back. He jerks at her pants with his free hand, yanking them and her underwear down to her knees, then past them to pool around her ankles. Reaching between her thighs he groans at how slick and wet she is, pushing two fingers roughly inside her.

"Do you remember my name?" It’s the only check-in he’s going to give her. He presses his fingers up inside her. Feels her clench, her body shudder. "What’s my name?"

"Santiago," she groans and he pulls her up to her knees.

"Anything else?"

"Just. Fucking. Santiago."

It’s enough. He holds his belt in one hand, twisting the leather so it’s tight on her wrists and releasing his cock with his other hand. A condom from his pocket which he awkwardly puts on and then he pushes himself inside her and doesn’t stop until his hips are pressed to her ass. He doesn’t give her time to think, time to get used to him. Just pulls out and thrusts back into her. Setting a brutal pace that makes his toes curl.

But it must be doing something for her because she’s crying out, face twisted somewhere between pain and pleasure. She’s trying to adjust her position and he leans forward, over her back, capturing her bound hands between their bodies. Now he can press one fist to the comforter by her face, slide his other around her body and search through her slick folds until he finds her clit. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t stroke it gently. Just pinches it and rolls it between two fingers and she fucking comes instantly.

He can barely keep fucking her through it. Her body is so tight as she fights for her own pleasure. He can feel the roaring in his ears, the way his balls draw up and then he’s cursing, pulling out and jerking the condom off so he can come on her. Watch it pool against the exposed skin of her lower back, the pattern of it against her shirt, the sticky ropes that go all the way down to drip off her fingertips. He’s shaking, cock in his hand, still leaning over her, trying to catch his breath. He can see a bead of sweat drop from his brow to her shoulder.

She shudders and he sees the flash of pain on her face. The twist of her shoulder and he curses, reaching for the belt on her wrists and releasing it, massaging her arms as she slowly lowers them down to the bed. She gathers them under her, using them for leverage to hoist her body forward until she’s flat on her stomach. Her pants are still around her ankles, her shirt rucked up and his cum slowly drying on her skin and fuck if it’s not the sexiest goddamn thing he’s ever seen.

He twists off the bed, staggering a little as his legs fight to support him. He’s getting fucking old. He drags himself into the bathroom, taking care of the condom and washing his hands before wetting a washcloth. He catches sight of himself in the mirror - can see a bruise forming on his chin from where she head-butted him. Well, that will be a fun story to tell tomorrow.

He walks back out and has to bite back a smile. She hasn’t moved so much as an inch. Doesn’t even when the bed dips down and he slowly wipes his cum off her ass, reaching up under her shirt to wipe her down and then gently pulling her arms from under her one by one to clean each finger meticulously.

"Are we ever going to figure out how to fuck like normal people?" The words are more rhetorical than anything and he doesn’t really expect her to answer.

She does anyway of course, mumbling into the pillow, "Seems overrated."

He laughs, tossing the washcloth into a corner. "Pants on or off?"

"Am I staying?"

He doesn’t hesitate. "Yes. Pants on or off?"

"Off."

He pulls her boots off, then her pants, sliding her panties back up at her direction. He loans her one of his shirts and she manages to sit up long enough to trade her cum-stained one for his. He strips down to his briefs and slides under the sheets, holding them up with one arm out, beckoning her into his embrace. He can see her reticence but he just cocks and eyebrow and she rolls her eyes as she slides in next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"You’re lucky I wasn’t willing to break your neck," she mumbles.

He chuckles, stroking one hand down her arm. Her pillow talk needed some work but he could help with that.

Pt8

[nikki-writes-stuff]

Beauty In the Blood - Part Four

Summary: One day your friend convinces you to join a dating website that matches people based on their search histories, and when you match with Loki Odinson, a handsome, intelligent coroner who’s a fan of your murder mysteries, you’re absolutely thrilled. But there’s something off about Loki, and as your relationship progresses, you discover that his dark side is even darker than you could ever have imagined…

Pairing: Serial Killer!Loki x Writer!Reader

Read part three here! 

A/N: This story is based off of this post! I hope you guys enjoy; this is my first time writing Loki, and this will probably be the darkest thing I’ve ever written. Please let me know what you think as the story progresses!

A/N: Warning! This chapter contains light smut at the beginning and heavy gore in the middle. If that kind of thing bothers you, then try skipping down to Natasha’s point of view. It’ll summarize what basically happened while sparing the nasty details. (Also, I’ll have you know that a lot of morbid Google searches went into the making of this chapter, lol.) Enjoy!

Your eyes flew open with a gasp, and your fingers twisted and dug into the sheets; a ragged, breathless moan tore itself out of your throat, and for a moment, you couldn’t tell whether or not you were still asleep.  You’d just been dreaming a second ago, though you couldn’t remember what about, but now, there was something hot and wet lapping at your already-drenched pussy.

Blearily, you looked down, making out the form of something moving beneath the blankets. Or, rather, someone. The events of the last night came back to you just as another moan escaped from your parted lips, and you threw back the covers to see a familiar head of black hair nestled between your spread thighs.

“L-loki,” you sputtered, voice still rough from sleeping. “Wh-what are you- oh, fuck-!”

His chuckle was muffled as he wrapped his lips around your clit and started sucking, and your back arched up as your hands flew to his hair. You fought to keep your eyes open, wanting to savor the sight of his aquamarine eyes staring up at you while he gently grazed his teeth over your sensitive bud. The sensation sent shockwaves up and down your spine, and your hands moved to his hair as your hips started rolling upwards of their own accord.

You only lasted for an embarrassingly-short amount of time; you had no way of knowing how long Loki had been playing with your cunt while you slept, but within just a few minutes of waking up, you felt your toes curl as your orgasm washed over you. Your eyes never left his, taking in the proud, almost smug, gleam in them as he greedily tasted your cum.

His tongue kept lazily exploring your pussy, grazing over your clit as you jolted from the oversensitivity. Biting your lip, you tugged on his dark tresses, watching as he reluctantly pulled his head up to fully face you.

“Good morning,” he smirked, his lips swollen and slick with your juices.

“I… Good morning,” you stammered. “That was…one hell of a way to wake up.”

Both of you chuckled as he crawled up your body, wrapping an arm around your waist before pulling you into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and you couldn’t help the tiny groan that came out of your mouth at the lewdness it.

Loki pulled away, licking his lips as he looked down at you. For a moment, the two of you were silent, taking in the other person as sunlight drifted in from behind your closed blinds. His hair fell in thick, frizzy waves, no doubt rumpled from how you’d been manhandling it both last night and this morning, and his face seemed to be almost…softer than usual. Despite how he’d woken you up, you could see a faint gleam of sleepiness still lingering in his expression, and it made him look younger; with a smile, you traced one of his cheekbones with a finger, trailing it down the line of his jaw and sweeping it across his lower lip.

“You’re beautiful, Loki,” you whispered. You hadn’t meant to speak those words out loud, but there was no denying the truth in them.

A wide, close-lipped smile came to his face, and he pressed one more peck to your cheek before pulling away to sit beside you on the bed.

“I think,” he mused, “that we both need a big breakfast with even bigger cups of coffee after last night.” His voice was just a touch gravelly, but there was no denying the affection in it as he looked down at you, lazily playing with a strand of your hair.

“Don’t tell me I wore you out,” you chuckled, reluctantly pulling yourself to sit up. Loki gave you a tired, almost sheepish smile, before he pulled himself to his feet.

“I must be slowing down in my old age,” he joked, eyes scanning the floor to see where his underwear had ended up.

Propped up on your elbows, you watched the lean muscles of his body contract and bend as he stooped to retrieve them, and you were once more reminded of a statue carved from the purest white marble. The corded muscles of his thighs flexed with every movement as he stalked over to your en suite bathroom, and it was only when he’d closed the door behind him that you decided it was time to get up.

“I was thinking,” you called out, making your way to your closet, “that we could get some breakfast together at a café down the street. My treat.”

You pulled on a nude bra with matching panties, not hearing the bathroom door as it swung open. It was only when you felt cold hands descend upon your waist that you jolted and turned to face Loki again, not missing the way his eyes skimmed over your breasts.

“I’d say that you treated me to more than enough last night,” he purred. “Between your amazing cooking, your beautiful writing, and your absolutely sinful body, well…” His hands trailed up your sides, tickling over your ribs before slipping under the cups of your bra.

“A man can get spoiled quite easily.”

Needless to say, it was a while before either of you got properly dressed.

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Loki sipped his black coffee as you consumed the café’s specialty drink of the day, his hand resting over yours as you both finished off your breakfasts. The two of you had been sitting in companionable silence for a while, giving you an opportunity to think of what you would right next in your newest work in progress.

“I can practically see the gears turning in your head, love,” he chuckled after a while, shaking you from your thoughts. “Care to share?”

You smiled, setting down your fork[NL1] .

“Just about the book,” you told him. “I think I’m going to write another killing scene soon.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes leapt up, his interest obviously piqued.

“Oh? How will our coroner do it this time?”

You winced unconsciously, your thoughts turning red for the briefest of moments as you considered whether or not to share your twisted ideas with him.

“I’m…not sure if it’s the right thing to discuss over breakfast,” you admitted weakly. “Wouldn’t want your breakfast to, uh, disagree with you.”

“Love? Need I remind you of what I do for a living?” was his deadpanned response. “I play with corpses for a paycheck; I promise that not only will it not bother me to hear, but that I want to.”

As strange of a response as it was, you couldn’t help but feel warmth bloom in your chest; you’d nearly forgotten that Loki wasn’t like other people. You didn’t have to filter your morbid, macabre thoughts around him. If anything, his dry and sardonic sense of humor encouraged the darker turn your conversations often ended up taking.

“Well… I’m considering having her…” You trailed off, searching for the right word. “Disembowel someone, I suppose. Her victim is one of the rare few she takes to satisfy a personal agenda; typically, she’ll just pick a random innocent, but this time it’s semi-personal. So I was considering a more passionate murder for them.”

Loki’s eyes were shining with a mischievous sort of joy, and you found yourself thinking, not for the first time, that if he wasn’t so directly involved with death on a daily basis, his love of such things would be concerning, to say the least. But you supposed that the same could be said of you, and so you trudged on with your brainstorming.

“I was thinking about having her cut them open and use their intestines to strangle them, but I’m not even sure if that would even work in real life,” you mused, tracing the edge of your coffee cup with a finger. “I imagine that a person would die from being cut open before they could die from asphyxiation.”

He nodded his head solemnly, turning over your words. You were relieved to find no disgust within his features – only mild interest as he pondered.

“Off the top of my head, I can think of a few issues that one would have if they were to attempt such a thing,” he considered. “For one, there’s the bleeding to contend with. And I would think someone could go into shock and lose consciousness if they’re awake and conscious during the ordeal.

“Which, of course, they would have to be. Otherwise, what fun would it be?”

A surprised bark of laughter escaped your lips, and your hand flew up to cover your mouth as Loki’s spread into a wide, toothy grin.

“You’re bad,” you chided, shooting him a look of mock-reproach.

“Oh, I’m well aware. But so are you, darling. It would appear we’re two sides of the same unconventional coin.”

Your smile softened, and you gave his hand a squeeze before tipping your head back and draining the rest of your coffee, not catching the spark in his eyes as watched your throat.

“But I will think about your idea while I’m at work; maybe I’ll come up with a way for our favorite coroner to pull off such an interesting kill.”

“Thank you, love. But I have to say, Olivia is still only my second favorite coroner.”

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Loki hummed to himself, listening to the way the sound echoed throughout the cavernous theater. Typically, he preferred to bring his victims back to his home so as to ensure more privacy, but he was feeling festive this evening; why not celebrate the occasion with a bit of a change in scenery?

And what scenery it was. He’d first discovered the abandoned theater about a year after moving to New York. It was located on the outskirts of Manhattan, tucked away into a quiet, crumbling corner of the city that few ventured into. Not even the homeless dared take up residence in the old building; Loki had already nearly fallen through the worn, creaking hardwood of the stage once, and the ceiling was dotted with holes that hinted at the establishment’s imminent collapse. It was only a matter of time before man or nature razed the theater to concrete and crushed brick, but he doubted such a thing would happen tonight.

He’d always been remarkably lucky, all things considered.

The plastic of his hazmat suit crumbled and squeaked with his every movement, and it was becoming quite muggy and humid with his own sweat, but he’d been doing this for too long to risk getting caught now. He’d been meticulous, making sure that no trace of himself would be left behind – just his work.

His head perked up when he heard movement from behind him, and he glanced sideways at the evening’s entertainment. He hadn’t cared to learn his name; all he knew was that the man currently encased in duct tape and rope had cut him off in traffic, and that had been enough justification for Loki to follow him home. The poor sap hadn’t made it to his front door, though; no, he had a greater purpose to serve.  

He turned fully to watch as the man’s eyes blinked open, sluggishly roving about the room as he recovered from the blow Loki had landed to the back of his head. Once their eyes met, though, he watched as realization washed over his countenance, and in the wake of realization, terror. A deep, guttural groan was muffled by duct tape, and the sound bounced along the high-vaulted ceiling and peeling walls.

“Oh, my apologies,” Loki smirked. “Here, let me…”

He crossed to the man and knelt down, ripping the tape off in one quick, harsh movement.

“Please, I have a family-“ the man started to plead, but the coroner only rolled his eyes before standing up once again.

“I was hoping for something more original,” he sighed disappointedly. “If I had a dollar for every time I heard those words, I would probably be able to afford a second home in Malibu.”

He chuckled at his own joke, tuning out the man’s pitiful wailing as he dragged his toolkit closer. Squatting down, he lined up the three syringes he’d brought with him, just in case, before drawing out his beloved pocketknife. Its ebony handle shone in the dim lighting, reflecting a distorted image of the smile he was currently wearing.

“I-I-I can pay you, too,” he heard from behind him. “Anything you want! I work on Wall Street; I can-“

“Let me ask you something,” he interrupted once again. After lovingly setting the knife down next to the syringes, he brought himself up to his feet.

The man was now visibly trembling, trying to squirm his way out of the rope binding his arms and legs. Loki inhaled deeply through his nose; he could swear that he smelled the fear radiating off of his victim, could taste it on his tongue - metallic and salty and intoxicating.

“What is your name?” he inquired, tilting his head.

“Larry. L-Larry Farmer.”

“Larry Farmer?” He tilted his head back, shoulders shaking with laughter. “That… I’m sorry; I’m being terribly rude, laughing at your name like this. It’s just that you look like a Larry Farmer, if I’ve ever seen one.”

Larry seemed to be too frightened to be offended, though he couldn’t care less about what this soon-to-be-corpse thought of his manners. He reserved them only for those who deserved courtesy, after all.

“Well, Larry,” he continued on. “I’m sure you have at least some semblance of an idea as to why I’ve brought you here.”

“Please, don’t- don’t kill me, I-I’ll do anything-“

“If it’s any consolation, your death is, in a way, for posterity’s sake. You’re going to be famous, Larry. Probably in both the news and my lover’s latest masterpiece.”

He crossed the floor to the hook he’d set up earlier that day, hoping that it would work for its intended purpose. The hook was large and rusted, and connected to it was a long length of rope that he’d slung over one of the exposed beams above the stage. He’d tested his own weight on it, satisfied that it was still sturdy despite the state of the rest of the theater, but now he was starting to have his doubts. Mr. Farmer wasn’t as muscular as him, but he was quite rotund. And while Loki typically didn’t judge such a thing, he was worried that the man would either snap the rope or send the roof tumbling down onto them.

With one final tug to make sure the hook was secured, he started marching back towards the sobbing man sprawled out on the floor, delighting in the way his eyes widened and his feet skittered in their bonds, trying to push himself away from the killer as he approached. With a grunt, he grabbed Larry’s suit jacket and dragged him back to the contraption, his breath ragged by the time he managed to attach the hook to the rope twined around the quivering fool’s hands.

“Well, at least I can skip cardio tomorrow,” he grunted to himself through clenched teeth. His shoes clicked as he made his way to the other end of the hook’s rope, but their sound was almost drowned out by Larry’s screams.

“HELP ME,” he was shouting, his body writhing on the ground in a way that reminded Loki of worms once the rain washed them onto a sidewalk. “PLEASE, SOMEONE, HE’S GONNA KILL ME-“

“He sure is.”

Gripping the rope in both hands, Loki planted his feet and pulled, watching Mr. Farmer’s body as first his arms were raised up, followed by his torso, until, after a lot of panting and heaving on Loki’s part, he was suspended in the air. His feet were kicking as much as they could with tape twined around his ankles, trying to make contact with the ground, but he remained hovering just above it by a few inches.

After tying off the rope to a nearby post, Loki sauntered over to the hanging man, hands folded behind his back as he caught his breath from the excursion.

“There, now. Much better.”

His eyes followed the length of rope upwards, pleased that it looked to be holding fast. Finally, everything was ready for his little experiment. Stooping down, he retrieved his knife, admiring it for a moment before turning back to Larry.

“No, no, no, please, please-“

“Hushhhh, no one can hear you,” he purred, coming to stand before the man who was still persisting in begging for his life.

He rested one of his hands on Larry’s shoulder, gripping tight as he plunged the knife into his gut. The blade wasn’t terribly long – maybe four or five inches – but it cut deep enough that, when Loki flicked his wrist to make a long, clean slash along the lower abdomen, the intestines fell out with a wet, satisfying squish. Or, rather, part of them did.

“O-oh my god…”

Larry’s voice was a low moan of pain, and Loki took a second to bask in it as blood dripped steadily to the floor. His screams had morphed into anguished grunts and groans, which were infinitely more pleasing to Loki’s ear. A quick upwards glance showed that his face had gone unnaturally pale, and his eyes were half-lidded as he threatened to pass out.

“Oh, no, not yet-“

Loki stooped down, grabbing one of the syringes and stabbing it into the man’s chest, injecting it with his thumb pushing down on the plunger. Larry’s body jolted, a gasp parting his pale lips as his eyes once more snapped open.

“There, we go,” the killer purred, tucking the syringe into one of Mr. Farmer’s pockets. “A little bit of adrenaline goes a long way, hm? Now.”

He reached down, holding a length of slippery small intestines between his hands.

“Stay with me for just a little longer more, Larry. Then you can go to sleep; I promise.”

With gentle tugs and steady movements, Loki brought the length of the gut up and around Larry’s neck, drinking in the horror on his expression. A series of disbelieving, shocked gurgles escaped the man’s throat as Loki wrapped each hand firmly in the intestines.

“Wh-y,” he wheezed, surprising Loki with his ability to still speak despite the amount of his insides which were, currently, on his outside. “A-a-re y-ou do- doing thi-s-s-s…”

He chuckled in response, his eyebrows jumping up as he met Mr. Farmer’s eyes.

“Why are all the best crimes committed?” he countered as he started to pull on the length of intestine. The man’s eyes bugged out as he began to choke, and a crease formed between Loki’s eyebrows as he focused on not losing his grip on the slippery material.

He brought his face close to the man now struggling for breath, admiring the way his skin had started to turn from pale to purple. His voice was barely above a whisper as he answered his own question, keeping his fingers tight around the gut gripped in them.

“For love.”

Only seconds later, Larry Farmer’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and all too soon, he went limp.

Later on, once Loki was showered and resting in his bed, he called you, holding the phone to his ear and waiting impatiently for you to pick up.

“…Hello?”

A smile came over his face upon hearing your voice, and he closed his eyes, replaying the look in Larry’s eyes just before he’d succumbed to death.

“Hello, love. I’ve been thinking about what you said over breakfast yesterday; I think I have a few ideas about how Olivia would be able to pull it off…”

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There wasn’t enough caffeine in the world for days like this, but the large tumbler of iced coffee in Natasha’s hand would have to do. A matching one was in Steve’s as the two detectives marched into the theater, and she couldn’t help but sigh at the small herd of reporters that had already started to form outside the condemned building.

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or annoyed that they always manage to get here before we do,” her partner mused, casting a disapproving glance towards the news vans and flashing cameras.

Detective Romanoff’s eyes flashed as she followed his gaze, and her full lips twisted into a grimace before taking a sip of her drink.

“I’m gonna go with annoyed,” she sighed. “Vultures, the lot of them.”

“You won’t hear me disagree.”

He lifted the line of caution tape barricading the door for her, and she muttered a thank you before ducking under it and walking into the aged, dingey lobby within. The crushed velvet lining the walls had to be filled with decades’ worth of pollen and dust, and she was already fighting down the urge to sneeze. Officers were dotted here and there, trying to lift a print off of any possible surface, but she’d already been informed that they had yet to find anything useful.

“Detective Romanoff, Detective Rogers.”

The two turned to see Officer Coulson walking up to them, his hands hooked into his belt as he approached. Natasha’s lips twitched upwards; Phil was a gifted officer, a kind man, and a good friend, and seeing him managed to slightly lessen the painful headache starting to form behind her eyes.

“Coulson,” she greeted. “Heard you have quite a doozy waiting for us.”

“That’s one way of putting it. Just wanted to give you a heads up before you go in there. Let’s just say that we’ve already had an officer lose his breakfast at the sight of it.”

One of her manicured eyebrows arched up, and she and Steve shared a look before turning towards the doors that led to the auditorium.

“Is it that bad?” Steve asked, a node of trepidation in his voice.

“It ain’t good.”

With that, Coulson turned and walked out the building, bringing his phone out of his pocket to no doubt give Sergeant Fury a call. Natasha didn’t know what she was dreading more – walking into the auditorium, or having her superior breathing down her neck until they caught whoever had left behind the body.

Without further preamble, she squared her shoulders and pushed past the doors, eyes immediately widening as she saw what was waiting for them. A portly, middle-aged man was dangling from the ceiling by his own bound hands, and as she walked closer, she saw that his own intestines were looped around his neck like some kind of morbid scarf. Steve cursed under his breath, and Natasha nodded her head in silent agreement with the sentiment.

Fuck, indeed.

Doctor Banner, a forensic specialist who’d been working with the police since before Natasha had come to America, turned towards them as they climbed the steps to the stage. His salt and pepper curls were messy and wild, and stubble was thick on his cheeks, signifying that he’d probably left home that morning in a hurry.

“Oh, hey,” he greeted them, though his eyes were on Natasha alone. “You made it; we were about to get the party started without you.”

“I don’t see how that’s a party,” she fired back, nodding towards the corpse.

Banner nodded, glancing back at the body as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Yeah, I see your point…”

Steve smiled, glancing between the two before clearing his throat.

“What can you tell us about all of this, Dr. Banner?” he asked, drawing the scientist’s attention back to the matter at hand.

“Oh, right. Yeah, so this is Larry Farmer, age 49. Time of death looks to be about 12 hours ago; we’re lucky that we found him at all. If the local kids hadn’t decided to try and practice their graffiti here, who knows when he would’ve been found?”

He pulled a pen out of his breast pocket, using it to point along the length of intestine twined around Mr. Farmer’s neck.

“He lost a lot of blood, but the burst capillaries in his eyes and face suggests that he died from strangulation, not blood loss. Now, we found an empty syringe in his pocket, and we’ll have to do a few tests on it to see-“

“Wait a minute,” Steve interrupted, holding up a hand. “You’re telling me that this guy was strangled with his own-“

“Intestines, yeah,” the doctor finished for him with a wince. “Pretty fucked up, isn’t it?”

“To put it mildly,” Natasha stated, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Now what was this about a syringe?”

“Right; we don’t know for sure what it is, but I’m willing to bet it was either something to clot the blood or something to keep him awake. We’ll know in a few hours. The medical examiner will be able to test his blood, too, to see if there’s any other kind of chemical in it that shouldn’t be there.”

“Sounds good,” Natasha nodded. “Do we know which hospital he’s gonna be brought to?”

Hours later, she felt her heart sinking as Steve pulled up to Bellevue Hospital, its familiar shape looming over her as she thought about the man who was, most likely, puttering away in the morgue. Something in her chest ached at the idea, and her displeasure must have shown on her face, because Steve turned to her with a sympathetic glance one the care was put into park.

“He might not even be working today,” he offered, fake optimism dripping from his voice. “Besides, he’s not the only medical examiner here. Farmer might have been brought to Dr. Lyons, or Dr. Stewart, or-“

“The universe would never be so kind,” Natasha snarked before stepping out of the police car, pulling her leather jacket on over her sweater as the cold nipped at her skin.

Her breath turned to fog as she and Steve walked in side by side, shoulders brushing every now and then as she unconsciously leaned towards her friend for support. He didn’t know the whole story – no one but her and Dr. Odinson did – but he knew that there was history between the two of them. Everyone who knew of her prickly feelings for Loki assumed that they’d dated at one point in time, and she let them think that, not wanting to look on the past long enough to recall the twisted web of memories waiting there for her.

The morgue was always kept about ten degrees cooler than the rest of the hospital, and an icy finger trailed down her spine as she made her way to the familiar observation room. And, belatedly, the familiar man working inside.

Dr. Odinson was hunched over the body, sewing Larry Farmer shut with a precise, skillful hand; a small, absentminded smile had settled over his lips, and Natasha felt herself shudder at the sight. She would try to rationalize that he must be thinking about something pleasant, but she’d seen that same smile on his face countless of times before, all while he worked on the corpses laid out on his steel observation table.

Loki liked what he did, for reasons that she frankly didn’t care to learn.

“Dr. Odinson,” Steve called out, prompting the doctor’s head to turn promptly towards them.

“Ah. Hello, detectives,” he greeted, straightening up. He delicately placed the suture onto Mr. Farmer’s bare chest before stepping away and shucking off his examination gloves. “I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

“We wanted to pick up the toxicology report on our way back to the station,” Steve explained. “Did you find anything that could be useful?”

“I found a few things that might be useful to you,” he informed them.

His long legs carried him to his desk in powerful, confident strides, and he retrieved a manilla envelope from the stack of neat papers situation on its surface.

“After running some tests, I-“

He was interrupted by the loud, tinny sound of a phone going off, and Steve’s hand flew into his pocket, pulling his device out and glancing at the caller ID.

“It’s Bucky,” he said, glancing up at Natasha. “Is it ok if I…?”

He trailed off, and a spike of anxiety pierced through her at the thought of being left alone with Loki. But she masked her unease with a tight, forced smile before nodding her head.

“Yeah! Yeah, go ahead; I’ll fill you in on whatever you miss.”

Steve nodded his thanks and walked out, accepting the call and bringing the phone up to his ear.

“Hey, babe, what’s up?”

His voice faded as he stepped out of the room, and no other words were discernable as he spoke to his husband in the hallway.

“…As I was saying,” Loki continued on, turning his full attention to Natasha. “After running some tests, I found an unusually large amount of adrenaline in his blood; Dr. Banner mentioned something about finding a syringe in his pocket?”

Natasha nodded, and Loki handed her the envelope, his fingers long and pale against its surface.

“Well, the exact numbers are in the report, but it was enough adrenaline to keep him conscious throughout the process,” he pushed on, a surprising lack of teasing in his voice. “He was, indeed, killed by asphyxiation, though I suspect that, if he hadn’t have been strangled, he would have bled out within a matter of minutes.

“There was a blow to the back of his head, too, that likely wouldn’t have caused any permanent damage, but it’s worth noting.”

“Well, that would confirm that he was knocked out and then taken to the theater,” she mused, biting her lower lip in thought.

“Either that, or he went to the theater with someone who then decided to knock him out. He was, however, fully awake at the time of strangulation.”

Natasha nodded, tucking the envelope under her arm.

“…Thank you, Dr. Odinson,” she finally stated. “I’ll give you a call if I have any questions about your report.”

Aside from the cynical jump in his eyebrows upon hearing her refer to him by this professional title, Loki offered none of his usual sly remarks or glances before turning on his heel and making his way back to the body.

“Any time, Officer Romanoff.”

She grit her teeth in annoyance, glaring at him as he pulled on another set of gloves.

“It’s detective, Loki. And you know it.”

His movements slowed to a stop, and once more his eyes met hers. She forced herself not to look away, staring back at him coolly until he resumed pulling on the gloves.

“My mistake,” he muttered. “Force of habit. Detective Romanoff.”

The redhead nodded, her curls bouncing in her peripheral vision, and hesitated for a second longer before turning back to the doors. Something in her made her stop, though, and she glanced back at the doctor as he picked up the suture once more, his hemostats clicking as he locked them in place.

“…Hey. You doing anything later?”

She hated the tremble in her voice, hated the sick part of her that wanted him to say yes. God knows she didn’t care for the man; his very presence set her teeth on edge.

But she was weak, and he had always been very skilled at relieving the tension she managed to accumulate during the days like this one.

Loki glanced up at her from under his lashes, but his hands didn’t still in their movements as he answered.

“I’m planning on cooking dinner for my girlfriend, actually.”

Silence stretched out between them, and Natasha did nothing to hide the shock on her features. Something cold wrapped around her lungs and squeezed, and she fought down a tide of embarrassment as she thought back to the woman she’d seen Loki talking to several days before.

“…Oh. I’m sorry, I… I didn’t know-“

“It’s quite alright,” he assured her in a, surprisingly, kind tone. “I always did say that conventional relationships weren’t my forte.”

She nodded, recalling the first time he’d said those very same words to her.

“She must be special, then,” Natasha offered, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. “To have changed your mind like that.”

A fond smile came to his lips, very similar to the one he wore when focused on his work, and though she didn’t feel even a shred of jealousy, it was still unnerving to see.

“She’s very special, Detective. Very special indeed.”

On the other side of the doors behind her, Natasha heard Steve say his goodbyes to Bucky, and she turned to walk out before he could join her in the operatory.

Once Loki was left alone in the room, he turned back to Larry Farmer, a bemused smile on his face.

“…It’s complicated,” he said to the corpse, staring down into his cloudy, sightless eyes.

He didn’t expect an answer as he finished sewing up the wound he himself had inflicted, but the smile on his lips didn’t falter.

[apharine]

Perfect Storm

Chapter 2 - Dirty Talk

Pairing:  Nanu x Reader

Fandom: Pokemon

Rating:  E

Warning - this chapter contains 18+ content; DNI if you’re under 18!

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Summary:   Route 17's weather is always bad - but today, it's particularly awful, the usual drizzle having escalated into practically a hurricane. You had business in Po Town to attend to, but it's getting late, and it soon becomes apparent that it's no longer safe for you to be outside. You take refuge in the only place you can think of - the Po Town Police Station with Nanu - never imagining that before the night's end, things would get hot and heavy between the two of you.

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Within a half hour, you’re sitting on Nanu’s couch with him, legs tucked under your body as you eat the stir fry you’ve created. You had to get a little unconventional due to the limited ingredients available to you, but it still came together pretty well, overall.

“Mm,” Nanu hums as he chews. “This is actually pretty good, princess.”

He’s made sure to call you that name literally as often as possible, as if to emphasize that it won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. Truthfully, you’re starting to go from hating it to loving it. The way he just said it now - so satisfied, his voice deep - had been enough to make you shiver in pleasure.

“I’m glad you like it,” you beam in response. “Thanks again for letting me stay here.”

Nanu gives you a small shrug in response.

“Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. Sorry for being so cranky at the door. I didn’t mean to make you upset,” he says.

You pause your eating for a moment and look at him - really look at him. He continues eating, a glance out of the corner of his eye his only acknowledgement that your focus had shifted to him. Those eyes - those unusual red eyes - that so many people thought were too intense or too apathetic or too off-putting just look plain old tired tonight, and perhaps a little sad, too. Now that you think about it, his cheeks look a little more sallow than usual, and he looks thinner than you’d remembered, too.

Combined with the state of his pantry, it’s not an encouraging thing. You don’t know Nanu well, but a vague sense of worry nags in your mind.

“Nanu?” You ask. He turns his head a little more to you, but continues eating. “Is everything all right?” When his eyebrows quirk in confusion, you try to explain. “Like…are you doing okay?”

Nanu is silent for a long moment, until he finally shrugs his shoulders, not even bothering to sit up from his usual slouch.

“I’m as all right as I usually am,” he says quietly. “You don’t have to worry about me, you know.”

“I know I don’t have to, but -”

“No, I don’t mean like that,” Nanu says with a shake of his head. He takes a bite of food and chews and swallows, then continues. “I don’t mean it in the nobody-asked-you way. I mean I’ve been getting by like this for a lot longer than you’ve known me. I’ll be okay enough, princess.”

You wonder what, exactly, this entails. You know Nanu has an infamous penchant for relaxing, slacking off; you know he’s often standoffish, sometimes bordering on cruel to people he deems irrelevant. You know he likes his alone time, guards it preciously, even. He had a long career in Interpol before becoming Kahuna, which it seems he didn’t even want to do, but took on because once a Tapu chose an individual, they were more or less obligated to fulfill the duties prescribed to them. Nanu had never been shy about the fact that he would rather have lived out his life in quiet obscurity, apparently sleeping on the job, collecting expired cans in his pantry, and struggling to summon the energy to cook a meaningful dinner for himself.

It’s not an encouraging picture, and you wonder how long, exactly, he’s been dealing with this. Surely, his career in Interpol couldn’t have been an easy one - you know Looker had confided in you that he’d seen some real horrors before, and Nanu had been Looker’s superior…

“I don’t want you to just be okay enough,” you say with a frown, taking the last bite of your stir fry. “I want you to be okay. Great, even.”

Nanu’s eyes widen for a moment, and he glances away from you.

“Why?” He asks sharply.

The question takes you off guard, and you collect your thoughts for a moment.

“Because…because I care about you,” you answer honestly, not really sure how else to explain what you were feeling.

You’re expecting some sort of a sarcastic comment, or a joke, or both, but instead you get Nanu setting his nearly-empty plate down on the coffee table in front of you.

“As a friend? Or…” he trails off, one hand brushing unexpectedly against your knee.

You suck in a breath, and Nanu jerks his hand back.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “I don’t know what I’m thinking - as if you could be interested in an old man like me -”

“No, I - I do think you’re really handsome,” you admit, touching his forearm lightly. You run your fingers down the muscle that lies there, until you’re brushing over the back of his palm. “You have such nice hands,” you murmur, unable to resist admiring them. Nanu doesn’t answer, but you can hear the way his breathing comes a little heavier. After a long moment, he turns his palm up for you to continue exploring his hand, and you do so in light, gentle touches. “They’re just…so manly.”

“Yeah?” Nanu breathes, his voice low and deep. “Yours are so pretty. And so soft,” he adds, beginning to explore your hand in small, careful movements. “Just like I thought they’d be,” he mumbles, almost as if to himself, but you can just barely make out what he says.

“You’ve been thinking about me?” You ask, a blush and a smile both blossoming on your face.

“Been trying not to, before this,” he admits. “Didn’t think you’d find anything much about me appealing, after all.”

“You need to have a higher opinion of yourself, kahuna,” you breathe as he caresses your fingers, and you note the way he shudders just a little at the use of his title. “I wouldn’t let you tease me and flirt with me the way you do if I weren’t interested in you, you know.”

“Yeah?” Nanu breathes.

“Yeah,” you smile back. “What were you thinking about, with me?”

“You really want to know?” Nanu asks, his eyes raising to yours. They’re smoldering with a deep intensity, and his free hand reaches to your jawline, his thumb gently tracing the edge of the bone towards your lips. “Some of it is pretty foul. Might be a bit much for you…princess.”

“Try me,” you breathe. If he can joke with you about being wet, he can tell you what he wants. Nanu smirks at your words.

“All right. But if you want me to shut up, just say so.” You nod, and Nanu begins. “Where to begin, princess? I’ve been thinking about those pretty little hands of yours, for starts. I knew they’d be so soft and so small in mine. I imagine, sometimes, how perfect they’d feel, exploring my body.”

“I think the same thing about your hands,” you admit, boldly touching your other hand to the inside of Nanu’s thigh. He jerks at the contact, startled, but soon after, spreads his legs a little wider for you. 

"Do you, princess?” He murmurs. “When I think about my hands, I’m mostly thinking about how your thighs would probably feel so soft and so smooth under my fingers.” The hand on your jaw runs down your arm, down your body, until his fingers are brushing lightly against the outside of your thigh. After a couple light touches, they stay still, and you realize he’s asking for permission.

“Why don’t you go ahead and see for yourself?” You breathe, feeling wetness beginning to pool between your legs. Nanu flattens his palm against your skin, running his hand up over the top of your thigh, ever so slowly working his way higher and further in.

Now it’s your turn to part your legs for Nanu, and you do so, giving him more access to your inner thigh.

“Thank you, princess,” Nanu praises your action quietly, his eyes trained on the flesh he’s exploring. You give his inner thigh a squeeze in response, your other hand moving from his palm up to his shoulder, almost as if to steady yourself. He continues, “Do you know what else I think, sometimes?”

“What?” You breathe, trying not to squirm as Nanu’s big fingers shamelessly grope and squeeze your thigh. His other hand settles over your fingers on his thigh, and he slowly moves your hand up, higher and higher, until you’re dangerously close to his groin. With his loose grip and the way he’s moving so carefully, you know you could pull away if you wanted to - but you really don’t want to. Just before you’ve reached your goal, though, he turns and leans into you so he can speak into your ear.

“When I’m jacking myself off, I think about how pretty your slender little fingers would be, wrapped around my cock,” he murmurs, his hot breath tickling your skin.

“Ohh,” you moan, your voice sounding much needier than you’d expected it to be.

“You like that thought, too, princess?” Nanu groans, then slowly continues moving your hand in, until you finally settle on his manhood. He’s already half-erect in his pants, and his hips push a little into your hand, seeking friction. You oblige him, pressing harder against him and beginning to rub along the firm underside of his cock through the fabric of his black pants.

“I do, Nanu,” you breathe in response. He lets go of your hand, reaching instead to you and gathering you up in his hands underneath your hips. He pulls you easily into his lap, so that you’re straddling his legs and facing him. With the extra leverage this position affords you, it’s easy to press harder into his manhood as you rub at him, and you watch the pleasure at being touched in this way wash over Nanu’s face. His eyes flutter closed for just a moment as his jaw slackens, and he again pushes his hips harder against your palm.

He’s so desperate for more of this from you.

“Tell me, princess…” He begins, his breath coming heavier than ever. His hands grip your upper thighs intensely; then he moves his fingers so close to your core you’re sure he must feel the wetness soaking the pajama pants he’d let you borrow. “What do you think about when you think of me? Have you imagined me being the one touching you?”

“I have, big kahuna,” you purr, giving his manhood a gentle squeeze for emphasis as you say big. Nanu groans at this, his hips again pushing into your hand. “When I’m fingering myself, I imagine it’s your big fingers doing it to me instead. And, well…” you trail off, suddenly embarrassed, and glance away.

“Tell me, princess. Tell your big kahuna what you think of,” Nanu murmurs, his voice gentle and encouraging.

“Sometimes, if I have a toy, I, um,” your voice gives out, from your mounting embarrassment at sharing such intimate details as much as from the way his fingers suddenly glide over your clothed heat. “Um,” is all you can manage to say again, even as you press your hips forward into the light friction he’s creating.

“Do you imagine it’s me fucking you? My throbbing cock filling your needy pussy, princess?” Nanu croons. Your breathing hitches at his words, and you lean into him, caressing his cheek with your free hand. He has a light dusting of grey 5 o’clock shadow on his jawline, and it scrapes at your skin as you move.

“You have a filthy mouth, Nanu,” you say with a moan, too embarrassed to tell him that was exactly what you imagined.

“I didn’t hear you deny it, so it must be true, that you imagine my cock deep inside you. Am I right?” Nanu murmurs, pressing a little harder at your heat. You bite your lip, then drop your head to his shoulder, hiding your face from him as you nod. “That’s a good girl, telling her big kahuna what she wants. And you’ve known I have a filthy mouth for a long time, now. You like it, though, don’t you, princess? You like it when I talk dirty to you?”

You nod again against his shoulder, still too embarrassed to meet his piercing red gaze.

“I didn’t hear you, princess,” Nanu says, and you can literally hear the smirk in his voice.

“Mm-hmm,” you try, but Nanu laughs, pulling his hand away from your clothed core.

“If you want more from me, I want you to tell me you like my dirty mouth, and then I want you to tell me exactly what you want from me. Do you have it in you, princess?”

Something snaps in you at his challenge. You pull back and look him directly in those red eyes - those intense eyes, which are really rather pretty this close, like rubies flecked with orange stars.

“I love when you talk dirty to me, Nanu. The things you say with that mouth of yours are so filthy…but you’re so gentle and good to me as you say them. It’s just what I want,” you purr.

“Of course,” Nanu breathes, pushing his nose into your neck. He takes a long, steadying breath, inhaling the scent of you, then says, “A princess like you deserves no less.”

“But I’m sure that filthy mouth of yours can be put to better use than just talking, can’t it?” You murmur, carding your fingers through his short gray hair as you continue to rub at his now-very-hard cock. “I want you to show your princess how you can please her with your mouth. And then I want you to show your princess how you can please her with this,” you say, pausing your ministrations on his length to squeeze it firmly. Nanu groans at this, bucking his hips against your hand, but soon after, you feel a smile on his lips against the skin of your neck.

“That’s what I wanted to hear from you. Good girl,” he breathes. It feels kind of intoxicating, to have been so in control of the situation and to have him praising you for it, too. “Now let your big kahuna give you what you want, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree, turning the power back over to him just as easily as it had come to you.

Nanu’s stubble scrapes across the sensitive skin of your neck as he pulls away from you, and he gives you a lopsided smirk. To your surprise, though, it’s not quite so much the usual shit-eating variety you get from him; it’s softer, more tender than you’re used to seeing. He soon sets about pulling the Alolan Persian pajama top off you, exposing your breasts to him. He groans at the sight, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you in closer, his lips closing over one nipple. His tongue circles it lazily at first, though the heat of his mouth and the slow drag of the friction he creates is still enough to have you arching against him. The speed of his tongue gradually increases, and he takes your other nipple in between his fingers, rolling it between his thumb and index. He continues to roll over the sensitive skin as he increases his ministrations with his mouth on the other side, until he’s lapping at your nipple in rapid swipes of his tongue, sucking and swirling and, quite often, scraping gently - but almost painfully - with his teeth.

He pulls off your nipple with a wet pop and looks up at you through his eyelashes. His pupils are blown and there’s a slight flush to his skin.

The thought that he’s gorgeous like this crosses your mind.

A moment later, he moves to your other nipple, starting off much the same, with slow, lazy circles.

“You’re so good at this, Nanu,” you groan, one hand holding onto his shoulder while the other tangles into his short hair again, holding his head close as he picks up speed, lavishing this breast the same way he’d lavished the first. Your eyes flutter closed, and you repeat yourself breathily. “So good at this.”

“With age comes experience,” the kahuna says, and you can feel his lips quirk into a faint smile against your skin. “Not that I mind you stroking my ego, of course.”

“I’ll stroke anything you want if you keep doing this,” you reply, which pulls a rare genuine laugh from Nanu.

“Ordinarily I’d take you up on that offer, girl, but I‘m pretty worked up, and I want to save my shot until I’m inside you, if you understand my meaning,” he chuckles. “Stroking my ego for now will do just fine.” Suddenly, he lifts you up under your hips again, tugging at your pajama pants. “But let’s get these off you, and I can show you where else I’m good at using my mouth.”

You stand and help him wiggle the pajama pants down, stepping out of them once they’re on the floor.

“No panties?” Nanu breathes, his hands immediately reaching up to cup and grope at your ass.

“They were too wet from the storm to put back on,” you explain, then add, “It works out, though. Even if they had somehow stayed dry outside, they’d be too wet for me by now, anyway.”

Nanu gives a low chuckle at this, and moves to pick you up, but before he gets anywhere, you give a tug at his cop jacket and shirt.

“Can these come off? I’d like to see you, too,” you say, and Nanu lets go of you, setting your feet down on the floor once again. He shrugs out of his jacket quickly, throwing it to the side. You start to help him out of his maroon shirt, pulling it up, eager to not be the only one naked.

“Hang on,” he murmurs, untangling your fingers from the necklace that carries his Z-Crystal and tucking it under his shirt. “This always stays on me, princess.” Finally, he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it to the side, too, leaving him topless before you.

His chest is broad and dusted in silvery-gray hair, which turns into a thin line down his stomach, reappearing in a slightly-thicker happy trail that disappears into his pants. He’s got a bit of muscle on his shoulders and chest - this doesn’t surprise you terribly; he’s lazy, but he’s a cop and he has to be at least a little strong, after all. A thin layer of fat covers his stomach, and somehow, that looks even more attractive on his build than if he’d had washboard abs. Perhaps most surprising of all are the few scars that litter his body. There’s one that runs horizontally across his chest, and another thin line by his belly button crossing to his hip bone, plus one that looks particularly ragged on his ribs. He’s not covered in them, per se, but there’s certainly a few.

“I’m not much to look at,” Nanu mumbles, suddenly shy under your gaze. “But I can still make you feel really good if you want me to, you know.”

“Nanu,” you hum, settling down on his lap and pushing your body against his. The warmth of his skin on yours and the tickle of his fine chest hairs on your breasts both feel surprisingly erotic. His Z-Crystal, trapped between the two of you, pokes into your skin a little. “Like I said earlier, you need to have more confidence in yourself. I really like your body, you know. And I’m excited to see more of it.” You run your hand through his chest hair as you speak, paying no extra mind to his scars; now is likely not the moment to draw attention to them, given how insecure he seems. You decide to continue encouraging him, instead. “I definitely still want you, Nanu. I want you to make me feel good, and I want you to feel really good when you’re inside me, too.” You finish your sentence with a light peck on the corner of his mouth. It occurs to you, suddenly, that neither of you have actually kissed the other yet, and you’re nearly overcome by the desire to feel his lips on yours. You put some gentle pressure on his cheek, turning him just a little more until he’s facing you fully.

You watch his eyes flit down to your mouth, then up to your eyes again. To encourage him, you lean in just a little, but don’t fully close the distance between the two of you, wanting to leave that up to him. Somehow, a kiss feels emotionally intimate, not just physically intimate, and you want him to be the one to bridge that gap, now that you’ve shown him you’re interested.

And, to your delight, he does, pressing his lips against yours, gently at first, then more firmly as he realizes you’re kissing him back. He wraps one arm around your waist, holding you close as his other hand tangles into your hair. The kiss quickly grows hungry, deep, and passionate, with Nanu licking at your lips and you granting him entrance swiftly. His tongue darts into your mouth, tangling with yours, exploring your mouth at his leisure. After a long moment of this, he bites your lower lip as he pulls back for air. “Wow,” you breathe, and lean in, barely giving him a moment before you recapture his lips in your own. This time, your tongue enters his mouth, and he lets you take control of the kiss as easily as he’d handed control to you earlier. His taste is unfamiliar yet pleasant, and you find yourself moaning into his mouth.

“Princess,” Nanu moans back adoringly, and in that moment, you’re indescribably happy that this was the nickname he’d settled on for you. His hands sneak under your hips again, finding purchase, and he lifts you easily once more. “Let me eat you out, okay? Let me take care of you.”

“Please,” you beg, feeling giddy at the thought of his talented tongue on your core.

[moldisgoodforyou]

give a little: chapter six (college!jj maybank x oc)

MASTERLIST 

pairing: jj maybank x oc

synopsis: jj takes care of charlie after a fight. he suggests they get high but it takes a turn for the worse.

warnings: weed, angst at the end, mentions of violence, drinking, swearing, explicit mentions of sex, all characters are 21+

wordcount: 2.9k

a/n: big thank you to @jiaraendgame​ for helping me touch up this chapter!! 

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Charlie let out a sheepish laugh. “I, um, hit Rafe.” JJ shook his head, grinning proudly. “Punched Rafe,” he corrected. Kiara’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit.” Charlie gasped as she tried to flex her fingers, tears welling up again. JJ took her hand gently and moved it to his lap, holding the ice on it for her. “Keep it still, Charlie, you’re gonna hurt yourself more,” he admonished gently. 

The other three Pogues exchanged not-so-subtle glances at JJ’s gentle nature. Charlie closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in pain, leaning her head into JJ’s shoulder. Pope broke the silence, blurting out. “So are you two a thing?” John B sighed as Kiara put her fingers to her temples, rubbing them. “Real subtle, Pope,” John B said. Charlie laughed softly, lifting her head. “I mean. We’ve been hanging out.” JJ’s face fell slightly and he shrugged, trying to brush it off. “No need to put labels on everything, Pope. Charlie, let’s go to my room, I think I have something that can help you more than the ice.” Charlie nodded and got up, following him out of the room. 

While the Pogues fought among themselves and kept speculating about JJ and Charlie’s ‘relationship,’ JJ turned on some music on his phone to drown out any sound from them. Charlie stood awkwardly in the center of the room, holding her hand. JJ gestured to the bed. “Don’t act shy now, Walker, you’ve slept in my bed before,” he teased. She blushed and took a seat on the bed. “Right, sorry. So do you have ibuprofen or something…?” 

JJ shook his head. “Nope, I have better.” He pulled out a small box from his dresser, along with a lighter. “You ever smoked before, Walker?” Charlie shook her head. “I don’t like cigarettes.” He laughed and sat next to her, then pulled out a joint. “Not what I meant.” Charlie wrinkled her nose slightly. “I’ve taken hits from a juul, does that count?” JJ rolled his eyes and lit the joint, then took a deep inhale. “You’ll like it. Promise.” Charlie watched as he exhaled a long trail of smoke, winding up to the ceiling.

He extended the joint between his fingers and Charlie instantly fumbled it, dropping it onto her bare leg. “Shit!” JJ reached over and grabbed it quickly, then moved the bag of frozen peas to the spot on her leg before it could leave a mark. “Watch out, Charlie, you’re gonna burn yourself!” He lit the joint again and gave it to her again, not letting go until she had a grip on it. She copied JJ, inhaling deeply, then immediately held it out away from her and started coughing. He took it back from her and rubbed her back a couple times, biting back a smirk. “Careful, rookie.” 

She stuck out her tongue at him, reaching out for the joint. “Let me try again.” He held it just out of her reach. “No. Breathe first.” Charlie took a few deep breaths, watching him again as he took a hit. JJ passed the joint back, then watched her carefully. “In, slowly, wait, then out,” he coached. Charlie coughed a little again, then passed it back. “I don’t know. It feels weird, it burns.” JJ frowned, then got up and took the now-melting bag of peas from her. “I’m gonna put this away, I'll be right back.” Before he left, he grabbed a small bag from his drawer and tossed it to her. Inside were about ten gummies. 

Charlie opened the bag and took a sniff, then ate two. Then another. JJ came back in just as she popped the third in her mouth and he paused. “Walker…” She glanced up. “Huh? This candy is good.” His eyes widened and he grabbed the bag away from her. “Oh, fuck. These are edibles, Charlie, how many did you eat?!” Charlie looked like she was about to cry. “...Three?” JJ’s jaw dropped. “Three?!” He exclaimed, slapping his palm to his forehead. “Is that bad?!” Charlie asked back, taken aback at his reaction. JJ just stuck his head out of the door and called out. “John B, Kie, Pope, get in here!” 

At the sound, Kie got up the fastest, the other boys following close behind. “What’s wrong, JJ?” Kiara asked and JJ stepped back, letting them in the room. JJ spoke through a grimace, trying not to freak Charlie out. “Charlie accidentally ate three edibles. And she’s never been high before. So I need your help.” John B let out a low whistle. Charlie shook her head. “It’s okay, guys, I hardly feel anything.” Kie nodded slowly and sat next to Charlie on the bed. “Right. Why don’t you just lay down, Charlie? How’s the hand?” 

Charlie laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling fan. She lifted her hand, her knuckles now swollen and her thumb a blossoming shade of purple. “It feels...floaty. From the ice, I’m sure.” Pope laughed. “Yeah. The ice, that’s all.” Charlie laid her hand back down. “JJ?”

“What, Walker?” He asked. “Am I gonna die?” She asked, looking nervous.” JJ laughed, her question easing the tension. “No one’s ever died from being high, Walker, you’re fine.” Pope shook his head. “I mean, statistically, you can’t really prove that no one has ever-” The other three Pogues shot him all a glare. “Shut up, Pope!” John B said in exasperation. Charlie waved her hand in dismissal, still staring up at the fan. “It’s okay. Tell my parents I love them. Jamie too. JJ, you can take my job at the ice cream shop. Free ice cream for all you guys, for life.” 

Kiara laughed and laid back with her. “That’s nice of you. Who’s Jamie?” JJ came over and laid back on the other side of Charlie and held her free hand. “Jamie's my little brother. He’s eleven.” 

“Yeah?” Kiara replied, amused.

“Yeah. He kept making fun of me and you after the other day, Maybank.” Charlie told JJ. 

John B grinned. “What was the other day?” 

Charlie scowled. “When JJ wouldn’t make a damn move and kiss me.” 

JJ put his hand over Charlie’s mouth. “Quit talking, Walker.” 

She licked his hand and he pulled it back quickly. “Gross!” 

Charlie looked smug. “It’s okay to be shy, Maybank.” 

Pope laughed and JJ bit back a snarky reply, rolling his eyes.

“I’m not getting you high again if you’re gonna be so loose-lipped,” he grumbled. “You know what, you guys can leave, I got this handled.” 

“No!” Charlie insisted, sitting up and putting pressure on her hand. She gasped and JJ took it from her, kissing her knuckles gently. “I like your friends,” she sniffled, rubbing her eyes with her free hand. “My friends are annoying,” JJ replied, shaking his head. Kiara laughed. “Don’t listen to him, he loves us.” Pope looked at Charlie, curious. “So..how did this fight start anyway?” Charlie wrinkled her nose. “He was being rude to JJ, and then JJ was prob’ly gonna hit him and I didn’t want to cause a scene at the country club. But...then he spit in my face, on accident maybe? So I hit him. I didn’t mean to.” 

“Hold on, he spit in your face?” John B asked incredulously. 

JJ nodded in confirmation. “It wasn’t an accident. I think he meant to spit in mine but I stepped back and she stepped forward. Either way, I’m gonna murder him next time I see him.” 

Charlie frowned. “No, I hate fighting, don’t do that. He’s not a bad person, he’s just done bad things.” 

Kiara looked at her skeptically. “...Which makes him a bad person. Don’t defend him, Charlie.” 

Charlie shrugged and looked down at her lap. “Habit, I guess.” 

JJ put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “Does your hand feel any better? It’s been a while...the edibles will probably kick in soon.” 

Charlie let out a dramatic sigh, as if the thought had just re-occurred to her. She stared at her hand, watching the growing purple bruise swirl with the gold of her rings before her eyes. JJ reached out and waved his hand gently in front of her. “Hello? Earth to Charlie?” It sounded like there was radio static in her ears. She flinched. “Huh?” He laughed and tilted her chin up with a finger. “You feeling it, Walker?” Charlie frowned. “Feeling what? What am I supposed to be feeling?” JJ grimaced. “I was worried about this. Why don’t we go for a walk, okay?” 

Charlie looked down at her feet, like it took all the concentration in the world, and tried lifting her leg. She looked anxiously toward JJ. “I think I’m concreted in.” Kiara laughed a little before standing up, offering her hand. “Let’s get up, Charlie, go walk with JJ. You’ll feel better.”

It took JJ, John B, and Pope all tugging at Charlie - carefully, because of her hand - to convince her that her legs and arms weren’t actually cemented onto the bed. JJ finally got her outside and the two walked at a snail’s pace, Charlie leaning into JJ. They only made it to the hammock before JJ had enough and settled her in, gently cuddling in next to her. “Do you think my thumb is really broken?” Charlie asked, then squeezed her thumb. It was getting more swollen by the minute, and her touch made tears spring to her eyes. “Probably just sprained, Walker, but don’t touch it.” He shifted so she could lay her head back on his chest. Charlie frowned, tears leaking  from her eyes. “I don’t wanna go to jail, JJ!” 

JJ laughed, playing with her hair. “Why are you gonna go to jail, pretty girl?” Charlie sighed. “Because this is very illegal and they’re going to find out. The po...the police. And then I’m never gonna be able to scoop ice cream again, because my thumb is gonna fall off, and I’ll be doomed to a life of no ice cream.” JJ grinned. “No one’s going to find out, pretty girl, I won’t tell them. Our secret. But I’ll sneak you ice cream if you go to jail.” 

Charlie turned to look up at JJ. “They’re going to send me to jail for punching Rafe. I don’t know why I did it. I got scared.” 

“Well if you didn’t hit him, I certainly would have taken care of him for you...wait, what?” JJ’s brow furrowed and he paused, his hand threaded through her hair. “You’re scared of him?”

Charlie nodded. “He yelled a lot when we dated. And he would fight people all the time. He’s scary.” She looked back out at the Chateau, a small frown on her face. “JJ, I don’t like being high.” 

JJ wrapped both arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head. She ran a finger down the veins on his forearm. “I won’t make you do it again. You also did it wrong...but we’ll worry about that later.” He paused. “He never hit you. Right?” 

Charlie hesitated before answering. “No. He didn’t. He’s just scary.” 

JJ nodded, unconvinced. “Okay. Let’s take a nap, Charlie, you’ll feel better soon.” 

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After a long nap with JJ in the hammock, Charlie came down from her high. She was convinced she reeked of weed (she didn’t, the joint was only out for five minutes before she had the edibles), so he dropped her off at Grace’s house so she could spend the night without worrying. JJ pulled up to Grace’s house and checked her hand for her, concerned. “You need to ice that again. And maybe get a splint if you can find one.” Charlie nodded. “Thanks for helping me.” 

“Anytime, Walker.” JJ said, then leaned in to kiss her cheek. Charlie turned her head and caught his lips with hers at the last moment, leaning across the center console. JJ brought his hand up to the back of her head, pulling her in closer. The two kept kissing until he bumped his knee on the steering wheel, setting off the horn, and they jumped apart. 

He looked up to see Grace standing on her front porch, arms crossed. He gave her a sheepish wave, ducking his head. “You should probably go..” Charlie blushed and bit her lip. “I’m going to be in trouble with her.” JJ kept his eyes trained on her lips and reached over and brushed his thumb across them. “Don’t bite your lip like that.” Charlie smirked and lowered her voice. “Why, you like it?” He groaned, shifting in his seat. “Get out, Walker.” She laughed and got out, but turned and blew him a kiss before shutting the door. He watched her until she disappeared into Grace’s house, then let his head fall back against the headrest. “God damn,” he murmured to himself, then drove away. 

The smile left Charlie’s face the second Grace grabbed her hand inside the house. Charlie gasped, yanking her hand away. “Shit, Grace, careful!” Grace frowned. “What the hell happened?!” Charlie hesitated. “Surfing accident.” Grace crossed her arms. “Bullshit, Charlie, don’t lie to me. Your hair is dry and you’re wearing a dress.” 

Charlie sighed and went up to Grace’s room, shut the door, then turned to her friend and explained the whole story. Including the fake boyfriend plan. Grace had a skeptical look on her face the entire time. “You really expect to pull this off with JJ and then to go back to school, no sweat off your back?” Charlie shrugged. “Well, yeah, why not? He’s down.” Grace rolled her eyes. “And you can tell me seriously there’s no feelings involved? After you just made out with him in my driveway?” Charlie paused, and Grace pointed her finger accusingly. “Break it off.” 

Charlie frowned. “Look, you should have seen him this afternoon, he wouldn’t leave my side.” 

Grace threw her hands up in exasperation. “Yeah, because he probably felt guilty because it’s his fault your hand is fucked up!”

“It’s not his fault!” Charlie exclaimed. Her phone, sitting on the bed, lit up, three texts from JJ displayed on her screen.

Grace grabbed it before Charlie could and scanned the flirty messages, shaking her head. “You’re gonna get hurt and I’m not going to feel sorry for you. I warned you about him, Charlie.” 

Charlie shook her head insistently. “I swear, he’s not like that. Just let me play out this thing with Rafe and then we’ll go back to ignoring each other at school.” Grace raised her eyebrows. “He doesn’t ignore you.” Charlie paused. “What do you mean?” 

Grace sighed. “For god’s sake, you’re oblivious. That boy glances at you at every damn party like he’s checking to make sure no one touches you. Do you not remember, freshman year, he brought you back to the dorms when you were blacked out for the first time?” Charlie tilted her head, brows furrowing. “I...no. I just remember drinking at Beta then waking up in my dorm bed.” Grace nodded. “I don’t know why. But after that he’s always been around. You don’t even see half the guys he redirects away from flirting with you.” Charlie crossed her arms. “Oh. Huh. So why are you so against this?” 

Grace gave her friend a look, softening her tone. “Because I see that you’re falling, and I’m not letting you start senior year with a broken heart. You let people in too easily.” 

Charlie stood, grabbing her phone and her purse. “Maybe if you actually let people in, you wouldn’t have to complain about getting fucked over after only having one-night stands.” She retorted. 

Grace’s face turned to stone. “Get out,” she spat angrily. 

Charlie immediately looked regretful. “Grace, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it -” 

Grace cut her off. “I know. But I don’t want to look at you right now. Go sleep in the guest room.” 

Charlie let out a small sigh of relief and left, retreating to the guest room. She texted JJ. 

Charlie: did you help me freshman year? 

JJ: What do you mean

Charlie: when I blacked out

JJ: Yes, I got you back to Columbia Hall and then stayed up with you while you threw up like half your stomach 

JJ: Why 

Charlie: no reason just curious 

Charlie: we should have a third rule 

JJ: What’s the third rule 

Charlie: we end this before going back to school 

Three dots popped up instantly, like JJ was typing, then disappeared. Then reappeared. Then disappeared and reappeared again. After an agonizing twenty minutes later, he responded. 

JJ: Fine 

She set her phone down and lied back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as she thought. A couple hours later, she knocked gently on Grace’s door and let herself in. Grace raised her eyebrows, arms crossed. “You here to apologize?” Charlie frowned. “I’m really sorry Grace, I shouldn’t have said that. You’re right.” Grace nodded. “About?” 

Charlie relented. “About JJ. It’s probably not going to end well.” Grace sighed and patted the bed next to her. “Yeah. But I think the plan’s probably effective to piss Rafe off. Just keep him at an arm’s distance and keep your damn feelings out of it, and then end it before the summer ends.” Charlie quirked her eyebrow. “You think I can do that?” Grace shrugged. “Probably not. But I’ll keep you in check. No feelings.” Charlie nodded slowly as she thought about it. “No feelings,” she repeated. “Easy.” 

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