#the way some dude got stepped on and his legs were crushed and then he got ripped in half and it showed the strings of his gut kinda flappin

[sugume]

You telling your (boyfriend/ex/crush/dilf/whatever) JJK men that you got waxed by a man…

ANOTHER MAN WAXED YOU PRANK – JUJUSTU KASIEN

( CW ) f!reader. vulgar language. fluff

FEATURING: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento

☾ GOJO SATORU 

“How was your appointment babe?” Satoru asks when he feels you come up behind him. You wrap your arms around his middle and smile into his back. “It was good, I think I'm getting used to it because it’s starting to hurt less.” You tell him. Satoru turns around and pouts down at you. “I can’t believe I gotta wait twenty-four hours to see it. It’s not fair.’ He huffs, pulling your body closer to him. “Remember what happened last time we didn’t wait, Satoru? But I think that was the waxers' fault, I had a new one today and he was so gentle—” “He?” He stares down at you confused. “Yes, he, men can be waxers too. Anyways, he was so gentle when he took the wax off. He always left his hand pressed down longer to soothe the skin.” Your boyfriend stares at you incredulously, stepping out of your embrace. “This was a pussy appointment, right?” “A Brazilian wax, Satoru.” You roll your eyes, trying your hardest not to laugh. “Another man waxed our pussy? Babe, are you serious right now? What was his name? You said he lingered too, what the hell!” Satoru screeches, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning at you. “Babe it isn't that serious, he only accidentally rubbed my clit 4 times!” You try and wrap your arms back around him. Satoru steps back with a look of shock. Just as he opens his mouth to shout you cut him off. “Wait, wait babe it’s just a prank! I’m just kidding! Look the phone is recording over there!” You laugh, pulling at Satoru's folded arms. He looks at the camera in shock. “How dare you!” 

☾ TOJI FUSHIGURO 

“I feel so smooth Toji, you don’t even know.” You tell your boyfriend as you rub your arms. “Oh yeah?” He grins, hands coming down to rub your bare, freshly waxed thighs. “Mhm! My waxer, the one I usually go to was holding a class—” “What did they all get wax a little strip off your hairy thighs?” He laughs at whatever image he imagines in his head. You slap his chest. “Shut up Toji! The class only had two people, and since she knows I’m not uncomfortable with nudity she asked me to demonstrate the brazilin wax to them,” You look up at Toji and smile at him. “So, they got to try it out, the dude was really good—” “Dude?” He scrunched up his eyebrows. “Yeah, he was really good at soothing the pain, he held his hand down really firm and stuff. “A brazilin wax is the legs and arms?” “No, it's the vagina.” He glares at you. “Are you joking?” You blink up at him innocently. “No why would I be?” “Oh, don’t joke with be y/n, you just fuckin’ said a man was waxing you down there and that he was firm and soothing. The only man that should be ‘firm and soothing’ down there, is me.’ He pinches your cheek. “But I know you’re lyin’; you have the worst poker face.” “You’re no fun!” 

☾ NANAMI KENTO 

You set your phone against a vase before face-timing your boyfriend. He answers on the second ring, already waiting for your call. “Hi, sweetheart.” “Hey babe, sorry I couldn't call earlier, my appointment got pushed back a bit.” You tell Kento as he holds the phone close to his face. “That's fine baby, tell me how was it? They were good to you?” “Yeah, but my waxer canceled, and I had to get another person. He was good thought, nice and gentle.” You watch Kento’s face for any reaction, but he nods and smiles. “That’s good, you used my card, right?” He asks. “Yeah, I did. Did you hear me when I said the waxer was some dude?” “Yes, what about it?” He questions staring at you through the screen. “Oh, nothin’ I just wanted to tell you he had this new way of waxing. He would take a strip off and then get real close and blow air on me.” Nanami frowns. “What? Is that even allowed? How close did he get?” “Apparently everyone's starting to do it, but he accidentally got a bit too close and his lips made contact a few times.” “What the hell?” Nanami jumps up. “What was his name? A few times? Thats unacceptable. Send me the address of the shop.” Kento grabs his coat. “Wait it’s just a prank Ken! I’m kidding, there was no man!” Nanami stares down at the phone in his hand for several seconds before sitting back down and groaning. “That was not one of your bests, sweetheart.” 

[tenjikufag]

Blue lock, Isagi, mutual pining and fluff ending with smut?

Love-Sick

Yoichi Isagi x Male Reader

-mutual pining, oblivious dorks, fluff, smut ending (no penetration), teammate!reader,

-thank you for the request! I am definitely projecting when it comes to the practice part, sports are hard. -ex athlete

Yoichi Isagi.

The male stood beside you, squirting water into the side of his mouth. You were kneeling down and tying your cleats, being sure to tighten the laces snugly

“Flashy cleats you got there.”

He laughed lightly, looking down at the colourful sports shoes with bright laces. You only hummed, gazing up at him as you stood up and adjusted your jersey.

“Yeah, gotta get noticed some way.”

“Don’t think your skills are enough? I think they are.”

He was being truthful, he admired your skills and your work ethic- you were so particular about how you practiced that even walking on the field was a no go for you, he would watch you as your brisk jog across the field entertained him in-between drills.

You had been someone he’d wanted to catch up to ever since he met you, in every aspect of life. You were smart, you were sociable, you were good-looking, and at the very heart of his admiration you were athletic and determined.

Everything he could ever want in a partner, really. And god did he want you to be his, he could never imagine himself settling for someone that wasn’t you- and that’s what it would be! Who is content with settling when what he wants is right there?

But, that was the problem. You were right there, and yet he couldn’t stake a claim on you.

Stretching his arms over his head, he shook out his limbs before following behind you to join practice.

He stood in line behind the others on the team, watching as you demonstrated the drill as the coach instructed- he couldn’t help but focus on the way your body would flex the muscles in your legs with every sharp step and turn around the spaced out fluorescent cones. Along with the rest of the team, a low grumble of understanding was heard as you jogged to the back of the line with him, his half focus on the next in line but the other half was on you and how you caught your breathe.

“Those cleats makin’ you any flashier?”

“Ugh, I wish. Did you see me almost clip my ankle up there?”

You said in a hushed voice, in hopes to not get yelled at for talking. Really, he didn’t notice. It looked so smooth when you did it, in contrast to the teammates infront of him looking almost rigid trying to remember the sequence of steps and strides.

He was next up.

And his mind blanked, maybe he should have been paying attention to the actual drill and not just how you looked.

“Yoichi! Come on, get moving!”

The coach called out, noticing his stalling. The boy nodded, trying his best to remember the sequence- he’d give it his all even if he got it wrong just to try and impress you and not look dumb..

“What the hell are you doing?! Back of the line!”

He cringed, plopping down his foot heavily as he walked to the back of the line…

It was going to be a long practice.

By the end of it, everyone was panting heavily and hunched over their knees trying to catch their breathe.. you were still happily talking away between breathes to your other teammate.. isagi squinted, watching as the other boy seemingly blushed at whatever you had said.

In truth, you were both talking about your crushes- your teammates on a girl classmate of his and yours on Isagi, no one really cared if they knew you liked guys but Isagi didn’t know. Not yet, at-least.

You had liked him for quite some time, playing with him for atleast a couple of years and knowing eachother outside of soccer only made this crush harder to let go of, the love and adoration you felt for him only growing day by day. Hell, probably even minute by minute if you really gave it thought.

“Dude, you should just ask!”

“What if it doesn’t go well? What if I get rejected?”

Isagi perked up, the dispersion of bodies making your voice more clear in his ears. His heart couldn’t help but beat faster, he’s gotta know!

“Rejected? Who would reject you?”

You felt yourself pale, your teammate almost busting at the seams trying to contain his laughter.

“Hey! Quit laughin’!”

With a solid shove, you sent the laughing boy to the ground where he only continued laughing at the cliché predicament.

“C’mon Y/n! Tell ‘im!”

Isagi crossed his arms, pouting.

“Yeah, tell me! I am your friend!”

You looked over at him with wide eyes, jaw almost slack with surprise..

You couldn’t tell him! Not here atleast, you were both sweaty and gross- and you didn’t even have an idea of what to say!

“Whatever, my ride is probably here- I’ll leave you to it.”

Your teammate laid his hand on your shoulder, mumbling something Isagi couldn’t hear but it made you blush and drag your hand down your face.

“Anyways, you wanna stop by the convenience store with me? I’ll tell ya on the way.”

Isagi nodded, following you to the benches to grab your bags and switch out of your cleats.

“God, do you ever wash that thing ‘sagi?”

You grimaced watching him put on a familiar pull over hoodie. It smelt faintly of old sweat and obviously doused in whatever cologne he used.

“It’s my practice hoodie.”

“I can smell that!”

He laughed, pouncing on you with a hug to tease you with the smell. You pretended to gag, pleading for him to let you go.

“Let’s go! I want some Gatorade and chips!”

The two of you walked side by side in a comfortable silence, the typical routine after practice was just this then you’d take off in opposite directions on most days but since it was the weekend and there was no practice tomorrow- sometimes you’d go over to one of your houses.

Isagi was hoping you’d stay the night at his place, his family wasn’t home and the two of you would have the whole space to yourselves.

“So who’s the one that’s gonna reject you?”

Curiously, he glanced over at you and saw you flinch- the bag of chips crinkling in your hand.

“You remembered that?”

Scratching the back of your neck, you sighed and mumbled a “in a bit.” And he left it at that, both of you paying for your snacks and stuffing them in your bags.

The two of you stepped out of the convenience store, you already half-way done drinking what you’d bought.

“Alright, I’ll tell ya but I gotta ask you somethin’ first.”

Isagi nodded, his eyes big with curiosity and hope.

“How do you feel about me liking guys?”

“It’s a guy?”

“Yep.”

You popped the ending vowel, looking at passing cars while swirling the half full drink around the bottle.

“That weird you out?”

“Oh, uh. No, I may like guys too- but no I don’t have any problem-“

“Cool. When we get to the stop light I’ll tell you then.”

The stop-light was where the two of you would typically separate and it was roughly a block away.. he wanted so badly to question further but you kept quiet. Your brows were tightly knit together in thought.

If he could hear it, your heart would sound like the biggest drum in the world being played- you were almost worried about it. Isagi wasn’t any better but he hid it a lot better.. he thought maybe you were just shy about the whole thing.. when you said you liked guys something in him leapt for joy, he had a chance if you actually got rejected!

He’s methodical, he would swoop in to make you feel better then maybe he would be able to swoon you enough to be his. It really was a foolproof plan in his mind.

It went quiet, no cars, no people, the walk signal red to halt pedestrians. It felt like his heart would stop with everything too.

“You sure you wanna know, Isagi?”

He nodded deliberately, clutching the straps to his bag tightly in his hands. You smiled, looking up at the timer.

10,

9,

8,

7,

6,

5,

4,

3,

2,

1,

“It’s you, Isagi.”

Your bright smile stretched across your lips, your feet taking you towards your house.. he stood in place, trying to comprehend what had just really happened.

You like him back?

For how long?!

He could have been already dating you?!

Even if it felt like he took years, he was quick to grip your wrist and pull you back to him. You initially wanted to pull away, afraid he was going to berate you but when you saw his shy smile.. you knew he had something else in mind.

“Come over to mine?”

—

You laid pinned to his bed, the familiar scent of him on his sheets and the leeching energy of need filling your heads.

He sat ontop of you, kissing you like you would disappear if he stopped; gasping for air in-between every kiss but never daring to pull away. Drool clung to the corner of your mouthes, the kisses wet and sensual while he swerved and circled his hips against yours in need of some type of friction.

“You.. need… to stop..”

He only moved to grind on you more, now moaning into your mouth. Your tongues prodded against each other, he was clearly inexperienced as were you but it was a chance to learn how to love, how to love each other in an intimate way.

With your hands messily running through his hair, he finally pulled away with a gasp- breathing just as hard, if not harder, than at practice. The once pale skin was flushed a bright pink, his eyes glazed over with what you could only see as arousal.

“Woah, I don’t.. think we should go that far. Not yet..”

His hands were already fumbling at the hem of your shorts, his big eyes looking at you, begging to atleast see and touch it.

“Please?”

Running your hand through his thick black hair, you sighed and nodded lightly- hands quick to pull down your shorts to your knees. His eyes widened a fraction, never seeing anyone’s but his own dick.. with a lick on his lips he lowered his face down to really inspect it.

“I’ve never seen anyone else’s..”

What? With the way he was so quick to undress your bottom half you had imagined he’d.. done it before?

“Really?! Are you sure you want to do this now?”

With a determined nod, he took your member into his hand- it was warm and he liked the way it pulsed and got firm in his grasp.

“Have you done this before?”

“Uh, yeah. A couple times but-“

He sneered, a pang a jealousy coursing through him at the thought of someone else having seen you like this before.. and he shut you up before you could tell him anymore.

“I’m going to be better than them.”

The confidence in his voice made a chuckle reverb through you, hand petting his head in reassurance.

“I’m sure you will.”

“And I’ll be your last, the victor. The best..”

As much as you wanted to laugh, a light hiss of satisfaction ran through you first- his tongue taking an exploring lick up your shaft and flicking your tip.

He experimented, running his tongue around your dick and making notes of which part elicited a reaction from you. Coming off your tip with a pop, he gave a long, slow, lick up the bottom side before taking the plunge and shoving you into his mouth- his tongue licking against the sensitive spots.

“Fuck!”

Bucking your hips, he gagged at the sensation of you in the back of his throat. He wanted to come off, catch his breathe and relieve the momentary nausea from the action but he kept himself suctioned to you.. remembering the porn he’s watched throughout the years and the random sex talks among his more horny counterparts as he tried breathing through his nose.

It made a word of a difference and his eyes widened, pleased with his research paying off before he began bobbing his head up and down.

“‘Sagi.. I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer..”

He hummed, big blue eyes looking up at you.. he wanted a taste. It was his first time after all.. and he’d heard it could be addicting to swallow your partners load, he didn’t know what to expect but he hoped it was nice..

“I don’t think… you’re gonna like it..”

You warned, lightly tugging at his hair to lead him off. He swatted away your hand, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance- he wanted it and he’s gonna have it.

You fairly warned him, it wasn’t but seconds later that you twitched in his mouth and unloaded deeply in the back of his throat.

He gasped, gagged, and choked, the load being far bigger than he expected but he tried his best to actually taste it before it went down his throat. He popped off, your soft dick now laying against your stomach.

He frowned, you sat up and began apologizing but he sat up and licked his lips

“I didn’t get to taste it properly..”

Your mouth gaped open, he was deadly serious. With a hard blush, you covered your face

“You can’t be serious..”

Sighing, you seamlessly switched positions with him- he was too deep in his thoughts to comprehend that you’d pulled down his shorts, only refocusing when he felt a hand jerk his cock a little bit.

“What’re you doing?”

“You don’t think I’m gonna let you sit around hard all night do you?”

With a deadpan face, you kissed his tip. He flinched, the unfamiliar sensation making his abdomen burn instantly.

“I’ve never…! Gotten a blowjob! Hah, fuck!”

You already had almost all of him in your mouth, he was perplexed at the sight of his dick poking out the side of your cheek. He was embarrassed, admittedly but the roll of your playful eyes eased the anxious tension he held.

When you pulled off momentarily, you spat on him and jerked him slowly.

“Just sit back and relax, I don’t bite. Not here, at-least.”

With a smirk, you took him in your mouth and connected your eyes with his- he intently watched how you followed your mouth with your hand, making sure every inch of him was taken care of and touched. He moaned loudly, head thrown back at the wet and warm tongue that swirled around the head of his dick.

Without warning, he came. And he came a lot.

You too, swallowed his load but didn’t choke or gag like he did. He looked down at you briefly, one eye shut as he tried to refocus on you.. that was the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced and the biggest load he’s ever produced.

He felt a slight jealousy in him again; who else got to experience that with you before him?! Who taught you, how many dicks have you sucked before he got to you? It was envy, really.

Smiling up at him, you crawled up and hugged him- leaving a soft peck on his cheek.

“So..”

He looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“We boyfriends or what?”

He looked at you, almost offended.

“I would like to be your husband but yeah, boyfriends, husband later.”

You both blushed at what he said, he went to correct his blunt, but truthful statement but you shut him up by squeezing him tightly in a hug.

He felt.. happy. A new kind of happy, it was warm and fulfilling. He was almost mad that you didn’t confess, or more so he didn’t say anything, alot sooner.

[gassyandnasty]

The Jock Formula - 1.2

FLASHBACK

Andrew had complicated days before. Wedgies, wet willies and swirlies were the tip of the iceberg of all the torture he had to endure, he thought after school things would get better, but studying on the same campus with the most gross frat ever was a challenge, and being an easy target was even worse, nor his flail arms or his whimp friends could help him out.

That's why George came up with the 'jock formula', there was no escape. But his research led to peculiar ingredients, some were easy to find, but others…

George had the brilliant idea to sneak in the locker room and collect some of their sweat, but they were having a match, so all of the gear was being used, and the sweat was being produced.

"I have been observing them for a while now, nobody uses this and that locker, let's stay in there and wait for them to come back. They always forget dirty socks and… underwear, but those have enough material to the formula… at least I believe" George planned.

"What if they discover us?" asked Andrew.

"They won't. A football team is loud enough, nobody will hear anything, and… they are so dumb." Underestimated George.

"I know… It's just… if they spot us, we are screwed."

"Everything will come to plan… now shush, because the match is almost finished, soon they will come."

And with a loud bang, all the football team came loud and obnoxious into the locker room. Soon a strong smell invaded their space, too much sweat and testosterone in the air. Andrew observed them through the cracks of the door, all stood proud, bulging muscles everywhere, true alphas... but one contrasted out of the bunch: Josh.

Josh was a true UNIT of a man. Dark hair covered his face and many parts of his body, that looked like it was sculpted by a god: defined biceps, back and abs, his pecs appeared to be made of stone, bulging out of every shirt he put on, while his legs could sustain an empire, huge thighs and two mounds of the plumpest ass Andrew has ever seen. On top of that, he got an intimidating and charming look at the same time, where he passed, you could hear people swoon over him. If the "jock formula" worked, he would be happy to be even a third of all this.

"Alright guys, let's pack it up" Josh's voice boomed through all the room. "Got so much gear that I need another locker."

Andrew spine freezed, what if he picked his? There was no way to run, and being locked with a bunch of stinky jocks was proving to be lethal. While he gazed through the cracks, he spoted George trying to collect some drops of sweat on the floor while they weren't looking. He sneaked a syringe by the cracks of his locker while Josh was looking for a place to put the rest of his gear.

The scene was terrifying. The overpowering lights reflected on the white tiles and camouflaged the transparent syringe, but what George couldn't see is that Josh was approaching, and when he least expected, the syringe was crushed by Josh's heavy feet.

"Yo! what is this?" Josh questioned as he stepped on something. He noticed that the syringe found it's way back to the locker and asked: "Hey! Who's in there?" he complemented with a powerful kick in the door, making everyone pay attention to what was happening.

All of the boys turned their eyes to the locker George was in, and he was in MAD trouble now.

"What is that, dude? Chill" Sal said. Andrew knew this voice too well. Sal was a very famous playboy, he got all the chicks with his 'latin spice', as his tanned skin and eternal smirk were fine additions to his perfect body. One of Andrew's nerdy friends said that his gas was fiery, and burned his eyebrows once.

"Maybe it's just another of the rival team's prank" added Jongho, the new exchange school guy. He came from Korea and quickly got along with them cause he is so good at everything: best grades, top athlete and a very toned body. This time Andrew seen himself, as he tried to share some thoughts on math class, and was greeted with the longest belch he ever heard of.

But his thoughts were interrupted when Josh's threatened the locker again. "Reveal yourself or I'll rip the door out!"

Slowly, George surrended and opened the door. He was even wearing a lab coat, accessorized by his big glasses and slicked back hair. He was truly ridiculous. He was greeted with a choir of laughs by all the sides of the room, George was almost pissing himself.

Andrew thanked God it wasn't him in that place, but George pretty much asked for it. He could have waited till they left the room, and now...

"Oh, look what we have here!" Josh teased, ensuring more laugh by the other boys. "Taking notes, loser?"

"Ugh...I was... hiding from P.E...erm..." George didn't know what to say. He couldn't give away about the formula, but the broken pieces of the syringe on the floor pointed out that he was doing more than hide.

"Huh, I see..." Josh inspects, and spots the puddle of sweat that George was trying to collect from. He connects the dots, syringe, lab coats, samples... He didn't get to any conclusion cause he is too dumb for that, but it was sufficient to pick on the nerd for anything he was doing.

"Were you trying to do experiments with us? Where are those samples going, huh?" Josh intimidates, through the gap of the door, the Andrew could only see his toned legs towering over George.

"No, no, those were my homework... It got nothing to do with-" George was trying to explain himself as he was cut of by the alpha jock:

"Nothing on that bullshit, nerd." Josh said as he turned around. Now he was facing Andrew, the tiny locker that George was hidden was on the bottom line, so Josh started to bend over.

"Why don't you collect this sample?" Josh teased as he put his ass inside the locker George was. Andrew saw him scrunching up his face and clench his fist, with a loud grunt, Josh released hell on George's face.

"HNNGG... PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT"

That has got to be the most powerful fart Andrew ever witnessed. Even if it was inside the locker, was loud and clear, so deep that even vibrated the locker walls. It simply exploded for so long that Josh's veins were bulging out for forcing it, and on a final wet note, his ultimate demonstration of power ended.

"Aaaaaah, god DAMN! That was a monster! Don't you think, nerd-" Josh sighed in relief after almost exploding the room, and is surprised by the sight of George completely passed out.

"Haha, couldn't even that take, loser?" Josh worked up a huge wad of spit and fired on George's uncouscious face, making all of the jocks laugh and high five him.

"King! King! King! King! King" his friends chanted, while they got out of there. One day, Andrew wanted to be 'King' too.

And boy, it STANK. The pungent smell invaded Andrew's nostrils like no other, and he carefully got out of his locker to help his friend. He came next to him and his situation was miserable. But out of all that humiliation, Andrew collected the spit that was covering all of Josh's face so they could proceed with the formula.

When Andrew tried to get his friend out of the locker, he noticed that George indeed pissed himself.

[callsign-datura]

dude would u ever write 4 price 😋

WOULD I? IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION? if you want smut... ask, i gotchu. John Price is the epitome of a strong, capable man. He's not gigantic, but he's big enough to make you second guess fucking with him. He has a face that's unreadable, stony eyes and an alluring accent that makes him all the more attractive. The worst part? He knows it. He knows he's attractive, he knows that he's hot. So he takes advantage of that fact. When you, a pretty girl, somehow ends up on his Task Force? An elite team with spots reserved for only the best? He doesn't treat you any differently. He's hard on you just like he's hard on the guys. But he does expect more from you. And you impress, every single time. Whether that's being agile and quick, or being good with a sniper rifle, his eyebrows arch upward every time you make your skill known. He likes that. He likes the way you look at him, too. The way your eyes linger on the span of his shoulders, his broad chest and the way he sits in his desk chair... he takes note of it. He takes note of the way you seem dizzy every time you're in his office. Whether that's the near-caustic cigar smoke that invades your senses or the way his imposing presence fills the entire room and leaves no room for argument when he makes a decision. If only he knew, though. If only he knew that you felt this overwhelming heat every time he was manspreading in that damn chair, if only he knew that you got immensely horny just from seeing him in action? He'd have your ass for insubordination. At least, that's what you thought. You thought he was an incredibly professional man, and, well, he is, but he decided to exceed your expectations. On a particularly difficult day, where you had to take part in some hard drills and difficult training and sparring, your entire body was tired. You were tired. Emotionally and physically. Your room was down the same hall his office was, so every time you went to your room you'd pass his office. This time when you passed, you noticed that the door was open. You took a quick look inside, and there he was. Price was leaning against the wall, cigar between his lips as he stared at the window with a faraway look. In his other hand was a crystal glass filled half-way with an amber liquid, and he swirled the liquid inside before setting the glass down on the windowsill with a soft thud. He turned his head, and his gaze immediately landed on you. His deep blue eyes penetrated every fiber of your being and ran a shiver up the center of your spine. His lips quirked up into a faint smile when he saw your form shrink in on itself. He pulled the cigar from between his lips. "Sergeant." He said, lowly, gruffly; British accent lacing the word and sending heat straight to your cunt. He put the smoldering cigar in the ashtray in the windowsill, and crossed his arms over his chest, the manner making him look even broader than he already was. His gaze flickered down to your legs as you scuffed your heel against the floor. "Need somethin'?" He inquired, finding it slightly amusing you hadn't responded yet. "Um," you said quietly, trying to straighten your form. You were a soldier, not some blushing schoolgirl in the same room as her crush. A soldier. "No, sir. I was passing by and your door was open." He chuckled. A low chuckle that made his chest heave, and your pussy flutter on nothing. He took a few lithe steps over to his desk as he drew the chair out, and settled into it. The chair creaked under the addition of his weight, and he leaned back, his knees drifting apart as both hands rested on the arms. "So you decided to have yourself a peek, hm?" He said. No, he cooed it. He might as well have been purring at you. "I didn't mean to invade your privacy, Captain, I was just curious." You said quickly, trying to cover your ass. He chuckled again. Your cunt pulsed. "Come," he reached up and gestured with two fingers, a beckoning motion that made the tendons in his forearm flex. "Let's have a chat."

[ghostradiodylan]

[s k i l l ]

So, we talk a lot about Quarry headcanons and what could have been on the Brainrot Discord server that Kat made and one of the things I keep thinking about is how they gave (at least some of) the characters these sets of skills that never really impact gameplay, and I think it would be really cool if they did. Like, if there was more variety in who could be sent on which path. Switching Kaitlyn to the Hackett house path with Laura and Ryan to the scrapyard with Dylan being a popular one for fanfic, but also, idk, maybe Dylan won't let Ryan go without him so he ends up on the Hackett house path too? Maybe Abi steps up to go with Kaitlyn to the scrapyard and has to figure out the crane even though it's way out of her skillset, maybe Emma and Jacob can actually come back and link up with the rest of the gang instead of being stuck out in the woods for so long, stuff like that.

I'm just thinking about what their skills might be and how that might impact the game. Also keep in mind that if the character you most need for a task ends up up dead before that task comes along, it's going to be carnage for everyone else, which would up the replay value significantly IMO.

Kaitlyn: Shooting. She's a MUCH better shot than Ryan, if we can believe the Shooting Stars scoreboard (four of the actual children attending the camp score higher than him), but we never see that in the game? What if the aiming mechanism was actually different between different characters? What if there were shots you could make more easily as Kaitlyn, that were harder to pull off as Ryan?

Ryan: Agility. Guy does a lot of running and jumping, what if there were timed segments that were easier to complete as Ryan within the allotted time, or else something consequential happened? Good luck if you ended up plodding along with Jacob instead, now Abi and Nick are both mauled and turning, or something like that.

Dylan: Tech. Dylan's the physics nerd who slays at the crane game. What if you could bring him to the Hackett house and he could figure out the electric circuit puzzle in no time, but that meant someone else had to help Kaitlyn in the scrapyard? Maybe Ryan can still save Jacob without him but he takes too much time and the Hacketts catch you and pick off one of your party.

Jacob: Strength. Jakey's probably the buffest of the dudes, so maybe there are times you need a pair of strong arms or legs and Jacob's the only one who can come through. They also show us him picking locks but he never does that in an impactful situation, so maybe he'd have a lesser talent for that as well.

Abi: Stealth. Okay, so Abi runs and hides? Maybe she's awesome at hiding, then? Maybe she can get through parts of the game undiscovered by the werewolves that other characters can't. Maybe her being short AF means she can fit into hiding spots that you can't cram the leggy bois like Dylan and Nick into.

Emma: Observation. Emma's always watching and analyzing everyone's behavior and documenting things on her phone. Maybe she can find evidence or tarot cards others can't, or put pieces of the mystery together in ways no one else thinks of. Emma's a badass in the game, but it would be cool to see her 'documentarian' side come in handy prior to the credits rolling, too.

Nick: Climbing. I completely made this up because we don't get to see Nick do much besides try to pull his crush, suck face on a dare with Emma, and get mauled, but we do know he takes kids through the ropes course based on his dialogue with Abi, plus he's tall so he's got long arms and legs! Maybe he's the aerial expert. Maybe he can scale fences and get important items down from trees. Maybe he can climb up and free other characters who get stuck in those snare traps. (Obviously this assumes someone else can be the Designated Werewolf Victim, which I also think would improve the game.)

This also assumes Laura and Max keep their current roles, but I'd be up for that to be changeable too. It's not that I necessarily want a higher number of choices available, I just want the choices we can make to actually impact the gameplay and story arc more! Anyway, that's my Quarry ramble for the day (unless I come up with another one). Anyone else have thoughts?

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

nsfw massage therapist!steve hcs

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So, your mom was meant to go to the new spa that just opened up in Hawkins, but at the last minute, something came up, and her being the darling mom that she is (aka it was too late to get the money back) she let you go and enjoy it. 

“Okay let’s get started on your massage. Would it be alright if I lower your towel a bit?”

“Steve? You work here?”

“Y/n? I-, um, y-yeah.”

“Since when?”

“Since the beginning of the summer. Pays a lot better than the place I worked last year.”

“I’m sorry, but how did you get this job? Is the real masseuse out sick or something?”

“No, they make you take a few courses when you first start here. So, if it’s my capability you’re worried about, don’t be.”

The dude you had had a crush on for years worked at the spa.

Not only working there, he was the one actively gliding his palms all over your back.

At some point, he started talking to you, as if he just couldn’t hold it in any longer. Just the kind of talking you have with a friend you haven’t seen in a long time. 

It was nice. Honestly helped you relax more than the touching.

You didn’t really notice the fact that this all (of course) was turning you on till he started massaging your legs. 

It felt like falling asleep. Slowly and then all at once. 

the way that his fingers dug into your thighs, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering…

what if his fingers moved up, just a little higher and dug into something else?

oh fuck

he could probably smell it on you

could he? 

This was Steve Harrington. He knew the smell of a pussy happy to see him.

if he made you roll around, never mind your flushed face, he would 100% be able to see your nipples even through the thick towel.

But, sadly, he didn’t do anything. Only his job.

“Um, thank you, Steve,” you said once the massage was over, now fully covered in a way too big bathrobe, “gotta say, I didn’t think you’d be that good.”

He didn’t answer right away, just stood there staring at you.

“What are you doing tonight?” he breathed out, not taking his eyes off of you for a second.

“I don’t know… what am I doing?”

“Hanging out with me?”

“Hanging out? Like a…”

“a date? Yeah.”

On the date, you were all amped up, your brain still foggy from the memory of his hands on your body, so you were constantly on that edge like is he gonna just dick me down now? Like, I know that we’re talking about puppies right now, but is he though?

But alas, he didn’t. 

But he did kiss you…

The kind of kiss that had you floating for days

Floating right into the spa again to get another massage from him.

Did you just come for that dick? 

Yes.

Yes, you did.

You were a woman on a mission!

And that mission was to get dicked down in the spa.

Now, he wasn’t blind

He could tell from the moment you stepped in the door what you were on about.

But he played along, acted all surprised to see you and asked you to lay down. 

Before he could walk out of the room to give you the privacy to get situated on the table, you dropped the robe and with a playful grin, you skipped past him and onto the table.

It knocked the air clean out of him

but still, he just let out a stunned, breathy laugh and got to work. 

“Hey, could you move a little lower?” you asked as he was already halfway down your back, working the roots of his hands into your oiled up body. 

“Here?” he moved down to the small of your back, digging in his thumbs.

“Little lower…” you drew out, practically purring. 

“Here?” he went as low on your back as the small towel across your bottom would let him. 

Turning your head, you blinked up at him, slowly making him rip his eyes off of your skin. 

“Steve...” your eyes flickered down to see the painfully obvious tent in the grey sweatpants of his uniform. 

“Mhm?”

“You’re not gonna reach it with the towel still there…”

“you’re gonna be the death of me, I swear,” is all he muttered through his bright grin before tossing the towel off in who knows what direction and going to town on your ass.

Massaging it, that is…

Arching your back, pushing into his hold, you groaned, “please…”

He was teasing you like this on purpose. 

Going just close enough to make you stop breathing and then easing back. 

“Steve… please stop teasin-“ your warning was cut short when the pad of his thumb brushed through your leaking slit, playing with the wetness.

“Is this where you’re sore, huh?” your thighs were already parted enough for his fingers to disappear between them, finding your angry clit. 

“Yes…”

Tickling your dripping opening, he asked, “right here?” before, without issue, stuffing his thick fingers knuckle deep inside of you. 

“Oh my god, yes!”

© 2022 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[deedah]

Protocol Chapter 7

⚠️!WARNING!⚠️— This Fanfic is very lengthy and lazy at times! Do not read if you dislike lengthy Fanfics! (Also a lot of fluff so BE WARNED!) 

Please read Chapters 1-6 before this one to understand what is happening

Have a great ride!

Chapter 7

[V]= True]

    “I.. can’t..” V said as tears started to dwell in her eyes. “I literally can’t,” she went on, “we have such a messed up past because of stupid Cyn! If I tell him how I feel he’ll leave everything behind for me! His hopes! His dreams! I won’t let that happen!” V crushed her can of what used to have oil in it and threw it across the room.

    It hit the door with a cluck then fell onto the carpet. It accidentally activated the mechanical door causing it to open, or.. that’s at least what V thought before she saw Uzi’s dad standing behind the door. V quickly looked away as she wiped her tears. (Authors note- idk how, pls go w/ it)

    “Heya Uzi-” He said as he looked around with a confused look. He looked at V and L who were the only conscious ones. “Do I want to know..?” He asked the murder drones.

    “I wouldn’t,” L said blatantly, “but they're all fine though, Uzi is the one in control so don’t worry.” She put their hand behind them and leaned on their arms.

     “Gotchu..” he said as he stepped back, gave a finger gun, and the automatic door closed. 

     V looked down at N as she stopped more tears from coming up. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She twisted her neck as she looked at the hand, then at L. She even rested her own hand on L’s. 

    “Here” L said as she got up and picked up the unconscious N. He lay like a rag doll in their arms. 

    “I’ll lay him on Uzi’s bed and me and you can sit on the edge.” L said as she motioned for V to scoot down a bit. 

    V grabbed N’s waist as L pushed him up from his back onto the bed. L fixed the pillow under his head. V looked at his visor. He had an X on it like he was on a killing spree. Now that V thought about it, the last time N went into what was called ‘HUNTING MODE’, was when they were helping Uzi to fly and Cyn took her over, again. The green bug crawled up N’s body then crawled onto V’s lap where it curled around and started to sleep as V petted it with one finger.

    L hopped back onto the bed as they kicked their legs back and forth, simultaneously. L and V looked into each other's eyes as L gave a sympathetic smile before hugging V’s chest.

    “WooAÆÆHG” V yelped out as she got dragged into a hug that seemed like it never ended. “Dude!” V called out through her laughter that she tried to keep down. She tried to push herself off of L. 

    L even took the drastic measure and switched her hands out for her claws. She dug, but not in a painful way, her claws into V’s jacket. V, for some reason, couldn’t stop laughing because of it. After a while of not letting go and pestering V, L let V go. V automatically curled up like a cat as she hugged herself, lifted her knees to her chest, and even pointed her tail stinger at L while the bug crawled onto her head.

    “Nehever, ever.. doho that agahain..” V said through her laughter. She tried to make a death stare, but it didn’t quite work with the giant smile on her face and the giggles pouring out of her.

    L rolled her eyes playfully. Multiple beep noises came from the other drones in the room as they all started to blink awake. C, like L, woke up violently and started to shake as she caught her breath and looked around.

    Wren and N on the other hand, they just looked like they were hungover on oil. And Uzi, being the little emo demon she was, just easily came back into reality. The emo spun round in her chair to face the others as they all calmed down or tried to wake up.

    Wren grabbed her head as she groaned and used her fleshy mouth tail to grab the hacking device and throw it across the room. The tail slithered inside Wren as it hissed one final goodbye.

    Wren slowly stood up in a strange way. As she stood still, her eyes were shut and she almost stood like Cyn with her head hung down.

    Maybe she’s waking up..? V pondered, I’ll watch her, V fought the urge to switch her hand for a gun as she watched N sit up.

    “Euhhuugh..” N groaned as V switched her hand for a claw and slowly picked the hacking device off his head. V turned around to see L picking C’s hacking device off of her head as well. Uzi must have felt a little strange around Wren as well because she pushed herself away from the host.

    “Wha- where am I..?” N asked, V turned around to look at him as he squinted at his hands. “Am I still a dog?” He asked whoever was listening.

    “Uh.. N?” V called out to him. N looked at her and noticed that he was out of the memories. “You good? Your um.. not a dog, you're a Disassembly Drone, ‘member?” V asked him as he threw his legs over the bed like V and L while V grabbed his pilot hat and put it on his fluffy, white hair. N looked at C as she stood up and leaned against the wall. 

    Uzi snapped her fingers, went behind Wren slowly, and opened a drawer of cables and picked two long ones out. She got off her chair and plugged a cord end into N’s head then had to fight V to get another cord into her head. Uzi went back to her desk and plugged both the cords into her computer.

    Excuse you, emo?” V said as she leaned over to see the screen of Uzi’s computer. “I don’t want my brains to be hacked, again.” V said as N leaned in front of V, blocking her view of the computer screen.

    “Dude!” V said as she used one hand to shove N into the wall. “You blocked my view!” V said as N looked at her with puppy dog eyes. V stared at N’s yellow eyes, until, they turned an orange-ish gold color.

    “Uhm..” N started as V stared at his new color. “Why did my visor change colors?” N asked as they both looked at Uzi. She was typing something into yellow code while she had an orange code tab opened beside it. V noticed that she had used the cords to get access to N and V’s code. V also noticed that the yellow code must be hers as N’s eye color matches the orange code.

    “Emo! Don’t you dare-!” V said before her visor glitched to a royal blue. She looked at her hand triangles, her leg spheres, her new blue caution tape, and even her tail acid that was now a beautiful royal blue like her visor.

    “Oh.. my.. ROBO-GOD V!” N said as he hugged her as tight as he could. “These colors look awesome on us!” N said as he switched his hand for a claw and grabbed Uzi right from her chair.

    “Wow! Ok N! Your.. uh.. welcome!” Uzi said as she got squished by N. “I got the idea from Wren saying that rescued Disassembly drones and Teardown drones can’t be yellow on their planet.

    N let go of Uzi as she yanked the cords out of their heads. Uzi was about to put her cords up as she got jumpscared by Wren standing in front of the drawer and was hunched over.

     “Uh C, L?” Uzi asked the two Teardown Drones as she glanced at the two Teardown drones. “Does Wren do this normally..?” Uzi pointed to Wren who slowly smiled mindlessly. Her hollow green eyes who glitched onto her visor as she looked up. 

    “Hello” a robotic voice came out of Wren as it summoned a claw-thing like Cyn’s out of her back, it grabbed her wrist and made her arm wave at the others. Wren looked at Uzi as the claw dropped her hand and went into her back. C slowly walked up to Wren who was standing like Cyn and acting like her as well.

    “I told you not to take her over unless needed, Protocol,” C said as she lifted a finger to Wren’s visor. 

    “Wait, C.” The ‘Protocol’ said. The voice sounded so much like Cyn to V, but it also just sounded like Wren, just more robotic. “Glancing upward” they stated , “it is coming..”

    C looked at the others with confused glances, “who?” She asked the Protocol as it adjusted its head to face C better.

    “The one who is in charge, they will come and destroy. Save them all” And that was the Protocol's last words to C as she turned to Uzi and walked funnily towards her. “You” it started as they pointed at Uzi and got into her personal space. “You are a host, we can tell that Wren used her Patch on you.” It used its four fingers to activate the digital cross before using its powers to teleport a gold lined mirror into Wren’s hand. It used its powers to levitate the mirror in front of Uzi as they went behind her and grabbed her shoulders. 

    “Look who is saying hello” they said as they pointed to the mirror. Uzi looked at the merrier for a few seconds as nothing happened. 

    “Nothings happe-“ she cut herself off as her eye changed to the Solver and broke the mirror. Just then, her right eye turned yellow and Wren smiled mindlessly. 

    The Protocol used its powers to make the mirror and glass disappear. As Uzi spun around still with a yellow eye. She covered it with her hand.

    V felt her body get up whether she wanted to or not. “Wren!” She creamed as she changed her hands for swords, “Give Uzi the Patch again! Before Cyn takes over!” She screamed.

    “Hm.. Nuh uh,” it said as it waved their finger. “It would overstimulate her code and shut her down forever. She’ll be fine, just be prepared. Letting go” it stated before it let go of Wren’s body.

    Wren collapsed into C’s arms as her green eyes closed as she became a rag doll, again. C sighed, “This is normal.” She told the others as Uzi’s eye finally went back to normal. “You ok, Uzi?” C asked, once Uzi nodded, she kept explaining, “The Protocol fights with Wren most of the time for control, me and L made a promise with it that it would only take over only if it was an emergency. Mostly in the future fight..” C said quietly as she sat down in a chair with Wren cuddled in her arms like a baby.

    “What future fight?” V said as she switched both her hands out for claws and narrowed her eyes so she would look threatening. 

    C sighed as she began to rock Wren a little. “We’ve detected Cyn on this planet, like, the real embodiment of Cyn. Her own flesh and blood.” C looked over to L who nodded in agreement. “And, unfortunately, it’s Wren's mission to temporarily give Cyn the Patch so the humans can come and give you the better version of the Patch, if that happens then the AbsoluteSolver will fail.. or so we hope.”

    V was actually terrified as she stared at Wren's face. Soon her body would be fighting Cyn in the flesh. She wanted to go survey the area to make sure that Cyn was nowhere to be seen, but stayed still. She didn’t need to be alone if Cyn was now on the planet.

    V’s thoughts were interrupted by Uzi’s door opening to show her father behind it.

    “Hey Uzi, do you think it be fine if I invited Doll to this-“ he asked before a red Solver wrapped around his waist and pulled him back. A red worker drone teleported into the doorway as she smiled at Uzi. But, V noticed that she had a button over her right eye.

    V quickly jumped up, as L followed her lead, and switched their hands for guns and claws. They both stood in front of Doll as they made some threats.

    “Don’t even think about doing a thing..” V said as she pointed a gun to the Russian girl's head.

    Doll glanced at V as she looked a little confused, probably from the new royal blue color. She then looked behind V to C and Wren who was now standing in front of Uzi’s bed with N and Uzi. “Я пришел только ради одного, идиот. Двигаться (I just came for one thing, idiot. Move)” She said as she activated her solver to teleport herself to C. V spun round to see the Russian freak snatch Wren with her Solver, then teleport away out of the house after saluting to C.

    “No!” C said as she tried to grab Wren from Doll, but she was too late.

[Next Chapter Comes Out When It’s Ready] = True]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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also sorry y’all that I haven’t been active all fuckin day, I got locked out of my account lol :3

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HIII it me again(I’ve been really hyper fixated on saints row and them being dads😭)I was wondering if you could do a platonic relationship with Troy Shogo Maero Johnny with a child!reader that’s like a totally a daddy’s girl just looks up to them so much and and follow them everywhere and how would they feel about it 🥹🫶(you don’t have to get it done right way take your time and take care of you self❤️❤️and get more sleep!!)

Omgg super sorry I never got to this but yeah!!

These will all probably be that child!reader is related to them just fyi!

••Saints row dad's••

Troy

It had always been just you and your dad since you could remember, he was a police officer and as you heard many of his colleagues say 'a damn good one'

You always looked up to him wanting to walk in his very footsteps, but..

Troy wasn't so keen on that idea, the cop had seen how evil Stillwater could be. He'd watch many of his own men die and even criminals he had gotten attached to.

He put his foot down a lot on you being a cop but you always persisted, he couldn't get mad at you wanting to be like him though.

You were his little girl always right at his hip and making a fuss when you couldn't be there.

He'd always read you to bed and ruffle your hair, he enjoyed taking you to school before he had to go back to the Saints.

He framed your drawings, let you do makeup on him and he cried once he finally saw you grew up

Once he sat in a crowd watching as you graduated police academy, even though you wore the uniform you always still looked like the little girl with messy pigtails and skinned knees to him.

He'll always be proud of you

Shogo

You were conceived from one of his ex's, the only reason at the time he kept you was because of his father.

'Take some responsibility!' His father would yell while he bounced you, at that moment he thought he'd hate this and hate you eventually

But one day he saw you take your first steps towards him and he was so..proud.

Ever since then you were a spoiled princess, anything you wanted you got!

He has his own parental issues and tries his hardest to not be like his own father but sometimes it happens

Even then though you still love him and still looked up to him with those big [e/c] eyes of yours

He'd always be doing 'work' while you sat in the same room either playing with blocks or your other various toys

He couldn't ever go anywhere without you, not cause he couldn't stand it but because you'd attach yourself to his leg and beg to come with

You never did find out where he went

Maero

You were such a small thing compared to him, this tough ass dude was scared to hold you for the first time.

He had you with a ex he's still friends with, the two of them sharing custody. But you always seemed to like him more

Your first word was 'dada', your first steps were at his place and you always bugged him whenever you could

He was extremely protective of you, if someone even made you cry that person would never be seen again (unless you count the news)

He wasn't the best dad though, he did a lot of messed up shit and he didn't even try to hide it from you.

Always stating it was some 'family business' type thing, that one day you'd be just like him

Also y'know that meme with Peter holding a shot gun going 'i'm just gonna talk to him' yeah that's him if you ever even get a crush on another person

Yeah he's one of those dads def sorry LOL

He's almost always carrying you around too and if anyone looks at him funny he sends a nasty glare

He cares a lot about you, you were the last thought in his head after he died

Johnny

Johnny is honestly probably the second best dad in the list (not including extra), he did his research before you came in the world

Obviously you're his and Aishas lil girl, and Aisha almost had to get up and fight him to finally hold you. He just didn't wanna let you go

It was sad that he got locked up soon after your third birthday, but he always wrote you letters and coloring pages he colored sometimes drawings

Once he got out you were the first person he hugged, you were playing in the yard when he pulled up

He calls you various nicknames Tater tot, Baby doll, trouble maker, thing one, and cheeseball

He takes you with him (much to Aisha's disapproval), don't worry though he only takes you on safe jobs

You'll be in your car seat as the boss jumps in 'hey johnny the fu-' instant head smack 'hey there's a damn kid in the back seat'

He's got the spirit at least

You follow him around everywhere even once you get older and your dad is famous

And of course Johnny would burn the world to protect you especially after what happened to Aisha

Extra

Carlos

Of course once Carlos joined the Saints you also technically joined

He'd call you 'lil Duck' because you'd always be following him around like one

He'd mess your hair up or put his beenie on you, and laugh as the beenie was too big and would fall over your eyes

He was a great dad, he tried his best to shield you away from all the bad stuff but he was a single father and there was little he could do

He'd be one of those dads that would let you sleep in his bed if you had a nightmare

And he'd always hold your hand whenever y'all were in public

Of course you looked up to your dad while having little knowledge in what he actually did

You still wear his beenie even as an adult

Donnie

Donnie was a scared for life dad, instant panic as soon as you were placed in his arms

He thought he'd be an awful dad and that you'd hate him but the complete opposite happened

Sure he made a few mistakes here and there but you never hated him, you always followed him around and stayed in his shop when you weren't at school

Hell you even tried to go against the damn boss of the saints themselves after they busted into his mechanic shop and started wailing on the poor guy

To which Donnie immediately spilled everything fearing they'd hurt you (they wouldn't)

You'd always beg him to play princess with you or to do his makeup

He isn't that terrifying or strong as Johnny or Maero but he'd do everything in his power to protect you

You're his only hope in life at the moment < 3

Sorry if these seemed rushed or not what you requested i'll be happy to redo them and i'll try to get any other requests done

Hope you enjoyed!

[paisholotus]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗. 2

Play: Clap For Him~ Foushee

Nadia's Pov

We got out of the car, and the boys got out confused. "Didn't you say we'd go skating? This is the side of the highway." Denki shook his head nervously. I chuckled and said, "Yes, this is the spot. Are you afraid, sir?" I asked. "I ain't scared of nothing." He scoffed, puffing his chest out.

 

"Just like you weren't scared over that fence you tripped over last week." Sero said, cackling. which caused Denki to buck at him. "Shut up; that was a tall ass fence." Denki said, grabbing his board from the back seat and walking to the front of the car.

 

Reya rolled her eyes. "Enough with the chit-chat. Let's get started, Jay. Get the camera ready. And this time, Deja, you're skating! So get the hell out of the car." Deja groaned, stepping out of the car and grabbing her board. 

 

I sensed a presence near me and turned around to see Izuku. He removed his hoodie to display his tatted arms covered in scars. He looked so good. He was really built; he lifted his shirt a little, and I saw a glimpse of his rock abs. Heat rose to my cheeks; I would give anything and run my fingers down his chest. His hair was the same curly afro, but he had a beanie on with it hovering over his eyes a little. He must have felt me staring if he looked my way, and I quickly looked the other way, but I know he saw me.

 

I heard him chuckle. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw him checking me out, which caused me to fidget in my spot. I just know he's had plenty of females feel like this. And for some reason, that upset me. My childhood crush on him was coming back, and it honestly made me sad because the thought of him fucking other girls makes me mad because we were each other's first love.

 

Not that I expected him to wait to see me again; apart from that, I just wished I was his first everything. And I think back to the scars on his arms—how did he get those? He has tattoos and piercings; he looks like a fuckboy, not gonna lie. What happened to my bubba?

 

"Wait, who is going to drive the car?" I said. "Nisha is going to do that." Said Reya. "Why can't I do that and Nisha skate?" Deja grumbled. Reya gave her an irritated glare and said, "You haven't skated yet; Nisha has. Stop the whining and come on." Picking up her board, Deja said a stream of curse words.

 

"Get the camera, Jay." I said, and I looked around at everyone else who appeared to be ready, as well as Denki, who looked to be scared. "What if we get arrested, dude?" He said, all jittery.

 

"Hey! Shut the fuck up. Don't worry about that." Reya yelled at him. "Jesus, you're worse than Kacchan." Denki said, making a stank face. "Shut the hell up, Sparky." Said Bakugo. "Don't tell me to shut up; I'm sorry that I'm afraid of getting arrested." Denki said, with a twisted face. I was honestly getting irritated by the back and forth.

 

"Can all y'all shut the fuck up? We wasting gas sitting here." Nisha yelled, from outside the car. I chuckled, her yelling caused Bakugo to growl because Nisha told him to shut up. "Like you, ok, Pitbull? Damn."

 

Reya was the first to go, then it was me and everyone else. Jay rolled on the other side of me and started recording. This is what I loved about skating—is it reckless? Yes, and that's what makes it so freeing. I leaned my body to the side. I went along the curve of the road, sticking out my arms with the biggest smile on my face.

Watching the sunset was so beautiful; these are the moments I enjoyed the most. I looked to the side and looked at Izuku. He took off his beanie, and the wind blew through his curls. He turned and looked at me, but had a stotic expression on his face and was quickly looking away with his cheeks red. Did I make him blush?

 

I smiled a little and looked behind me to look at Deja and Shoto close beside each other; she was actually doing really well. Shoto stuck his hand out and grazed it against Deja's leg, causing her to smile softly.

 

I turned back to the front to see Denki, Sero, and Kirishima in front. And for someone who was so scared, Denki is actually an amazing skater. I looked back at the side of me to see Jay still recording all of us. The highway was coming to an exit, and we were going to be back on the street soon.

We rolled back onto the street, passing all the stores and people. Hearing sirens, we looked behind us and saw cops. Denki and Sero were freaking out as I cursed beneath my breath. "Relax! And just move to the side." We all shifted to the side to watch if the officers would pass us or not.

 

And, thankfully, they passed us by, and I rolled my eyes at how upset they were about nothing. It was growing dark, and I was starving, so I stood up to call Reya. "Hey! Let's call it a night." She nodded and signaled for Nisha to pull over.

 

We all got off the boards and walked up to the side of the car. "Bro, that was sick. But I'm hungry as hell. I'm ready to go back to the hotel." I said. They nodded, agreeing, "Y'all can come back with us. Because I know y'all are hungry too." I said. 

 

Denki and Sero smiled, liking that idea, but Shoto and Kirishima frowned. "We wouldn't want to intrude." Said Kirishima, and I shook my head. "Oh, nah, y'all good. We invited y'all, so we'll feed you guys too. Plus, we can still hang. Y'all smoke?" They nodded, and we motioned for them to get in the car. "Come on then, we're going to smoke, eat, and chill." I said. We all got back into the car and headed back to our hotel.

 

I felt a hand on my thigh, squeezing it. I looked down to see a scarred hand and then out the window to see Izuku smirking as if he had no idea what he was doing.

 

I brushed his hand off casually, and a slight grin went on my face. Just because I haven't seen you since we were kids and you see me now, sir, doesn't mean you'll get pussycat. You're going to have to work for me, especially since I know he's got hoes. And I'm not going to be one of them.

 

Turning to look into his eyes and smiling, I grabbed his chin and leaned in close. "You gotta work for this, bubba." I let go of his chin and glanced back ahead, smiling to myself, causing his cheeks to flush.

[tarabyte3]

I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 11/27 (2.8k words)

->start at chapter 1<-

<- Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 ->

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, light choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst, orgasm denial, humiliation, slut shaming

Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

A/N: I have added 2 new warning tags so make sure you check those out! I wish there was a better term for the last one, but I want to make sure everything is properly tagged and it's the best way for me to communicate as clearly as possible that there's a dude being an asshole to the Reader in this chapter. And it's NOT Kino. (Okay not just Kino.) Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "Criminal" by Fiona Apple. Previous chapter links up above.

AO3 Link

Chapter 11 - I've been a bad, bad girl

Things have been going well.

Things have been going too well.

You're starting to get the hang of not talking back and thinking before you speak. Because you're always thinking about how much Kino likes it when you're good, so your filter improves. It becomes part of the routine. Even your pod notices. Some of them with admiration (Sorrek and Jevid) and some of them with dismay (Taybus and Alis).

Kino was definitely correct when he said he knew what you needed. That you don't respond to yelling. Because it turns out, the thing you respond to is him.

Unfortunately your mind is so full of Kino that you aren't prepared for triggers to your impulsivity outside of your routine. Outside of the things that you've been practicing and can think through.

So when you're heading for a break in the middle of your shift, and from table 4 you hear your name followed by the words "Kino's bitch," you stop. You tense. And you're turning before you can think about it.

"Must be nice to serve your time doing nothing but bossing people around all day and getting laid at night. Or getting special treatment because you suck the boss's dick." There are a few chuckles at your expense, even though some of them see you standing there and know you can hear all of it.

"Excuse me?" Your voice is careful and controlled, but still manages to sound every bit as furious as you actually are. Maybe you've been spending too much time getting yelled at by Kino.

"Wasn't talking to you." The man, whose name you don't know, says sharply. You take a step towards the table.

"No, you were just intentionally talking about me, loudly, while I was walking by so I would hear it. In an attempt to, what? Make me feel ashamed?" You take another step closer, every movement controlled and tight. "Sad? Cowed? Humiliated?"

"I don't know, any reason you should feel any of those things? Like spreading your legs for the shift manager? As a random example." He shrugs.

"Classy." You smile at No Name, and it doesn't reach your eyes.

"You're definitely not that." He glances at several of the other men at his table, and they all laugh.

"You seem really preoccupied with whether or not I'm fucking anyone." You fake pout at him. "You got a crush? Wish it was you, maybe?"

He glares at you. "You wish."

You tilt your head at him. "If I really was Kino's bitch, how did you think this would end for you? Hmm?"

He rolls his eyes. "Why, you gonna sick him on me for being mean? Because nothing we said was wrong. We all know you're fucking him."

"Nah. Why bother wasting his time on something that doesn't matter? I don't even know your name, dude! But you sure know mine, huh? I think we both know I'm not the one with my panties in a bunch here." You hear one of What's His Face's tablemates choke on a sudden laugh before he can stop himself, and you grin knowing you struck a nerve. The guy next to him hits him with a 'shut up.' You lean forward and lower your voice. "So instead I'm gonna fuck him so good he won't be able to see straight, keep crushing your ass in the numbers, and go back to forgetting you even exist. But word of advice before I do? Jealousy isn't a good look for you."

When he looks away, you know you won whatever weird, jealous display of masculine posturing and defiance this was. You know none of them will ever treat you like that again. At least not to your face. As if getting laid dehumanized you or concentrated your worth as a woman down to being Kino's bitch. As if they could ever make you feel small when he made you feel like the center of the fucking galaxy.

"Enjoy last place, assholes." You give the rest of his table the finger as you walk away backwards, feeling fucking awesome about how you handled that situation. You really wish your table had heard because they would lose their shit. Especially Alis because you—you back into something solid.

You turn to see what it is, and find yourself looking directly into Kino's furious face.

"Kino!" You gasp. A little wave of panic washes over you. "How are you so fucking sneaky all the damn time?! And how…how much of that did you hear?" You hear a snicker behind you. He glares over your shoulder at the table, which immediately silences it.

"I heard enough." He grits out.

"Oh," is all you can say.

"Yeah, 'oh.'" He grabs you by your upper arm. "What did I say about coming to me first if you have a problem with someone?"

"To do so?" You wince.

"Good, you were paying attention!"

"He started it." You mumble under your breath. Because, well, he did. And because telling that asshole off may have made you a little cocky.

You know immediately that he hears you because then he's dragging you by the arm out to the hallway.

At first you're angry and indignant because he HAD started it. HE didn't go to Kino first. HE called you Kino's bitch. And he's not even in trouble. That's so fucking stupid!

Then you realize: if he was being dragged out to the hallway with you, you couldn't be punished, and oh right! You're about to have Kino's hands on you.

He pulls you into the alcove and lets you go with a light shove. You stumble, but quickly right yourself and turn to face him.

"What the hell was that?" He shouts, and you begin to wonder if maybe he's actually really mad at you.

"He called me your bitch! And insulted you!" You feel yourself begin to grow defensive.

"So?! What do you care what that asshole says?"

"I don't! I just didn't want anyone talking shit about you! Because if he's saying it, that means other people are saying it!"

"I can handle them just fine," he says confidently.

"You don't need to because I already handled it." Your defensiveness is melting into exasperation because you don't understand why he isn't more upset at the other guy. Why isn't he defensive about you.

"That's NOT how this works!" He hisses.

"Fine! But I'm supposed to just let someone call me your bitch?"

"No! That's why you come to me first! Instead of attracting attention!"

"I wasn't attracting attention! Except maybe embarrassing him." You huff.

He grabs you by the shoulders, shoves you into the wall, and closes the distance so he's pinning you there. "You said you were going to fuck me so good I wouldn't be able to see straight. Or did you forget that part?"

You squirm, suddenly overwhelmed at feeling him against you, and a little turned on as he says the part about you fucking him. "How could I?" You groan.

"Well, I hope it was worth not getting to fuck me anytime soon." He growls.

Your face falls. "I didn't…" you bite your lip to stop yourself from finishing your sentence. Instead you just say, "I'm sorry."

"I know you aren't. Not really." He leans forward to snarl in your ear, "but you will be." Then he releases you and takes a step back.

You whimper, "Kino, please. I AM sorry!"

"Turn around and bend over." His voice is hard and unyielding as he ignores your pleading.

You push yourself away from where you're still leaning against the wall and follow his instructions without argument. You know there's no point anymore. He's going to punish you. If you argue, you'll just make it worse for yourself. Though there's a part of you that thrills with excitement at the thought. The rest of you knows you're already going to miss out on more because of it and that fucking sucks.

While you're bent forward and staring at the wall, you can hear him shuffling around behind you. You want to look over your shoulder so badly, but you know it will just make him angrier. It's a shock when he pushes your shirt up to your waist and exposes your back. You shiver in anticipation wondering if he might touch you, but then he grabs the waistband of your pants and pulls them down to expose your ass as well. Now you think he's going to spank you instead, and you don't completely hate the idea. There's more shuffling behind you and you can feel him standing close.

"Keep your eyes forward," he orders.

You gulp and nod as you ready yourself for the stinging pain of a slap on your bare ass. But it never happens. Instead you begin to hear the slick sound of flesh sliding against flesh and he moans, deep in his throat.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

He's touching himself.

He's jerking off behind you and you aren't allowed to look.

Fuck.

"You're going to walk around the rest of the day," his breath catches, "thinking about what you missed out on tonight."

"Kino, I'm—"

"Be quiet," he growls. "Bend over farther."

You lean forward so your ass is sticking up into the air, completely on display for him. If you reached your arms out, you could touch the floor. It reminds you so much of last night that you feel a swell of wetness at the thought. His foot nudges the inside of your ankle and harshly pushes it outward, and you shift your stance wider to stop from falling over. He groans and the sound of his fist speeds up. It's then you realize he can probably see your dampening sex as well. Which means his erection is inches away from your spread opening. You brace your hands on the floor as your knees feel weak.

"If you'd behaved, you could have finally sucked my cock," he pants. You let out a little sob of frustration. "I could've come in your mouth. I wanted to come in your mouth. That would have been a better use for it than running it off."

Your sob turns into a wail, which you bite down so the sound doesn't echo. You want to cry and beg and grovel, but you know it's too late. He isn't the kind of man to change his mind easily or lose control. You have to really work for it to get it to happen. Like last night, you think with another wave of arousal.

"God, I can see how wet you are. You love this, don't you?" He groans. "Being punished."

"Yes," you say so quietly that you wonder if he even heard you.

"Do you have any idea how easy it would be for me to fuck you right now? To slide into you? I'd just have to thrust forward and I could be deep inside of you. I bet you would be so tight for me." Something lightly brushes against your folds and you can't tell if it's his knuckle or something else. You're so horny and frustrated that you start to cry.

"Would you like me to?"

"Yes," you weep.

"If you wanted my come inside of you, then you should have thought about that before you opened your mouth!" His voice is strained and you can hear his breathing becoming erratic. "Instead you're going to wear it again."

"Please, I'm sorry! I was just trying to help," you choke out. "I won't do it again, I swear! Kino, please!"

"No, you won't do it again." He lets out a deep, pleasurable groan. One that you recognize now, and the thought makes your eyes burn with fresh tears and your core throb with want. There's the warm splatter of his release on your lower back, across your ass, and down your thighs as he paints you with his come. He continues to suck in hisses of air and grunt as he shudders and strokes out the last of climax behind you.

You let out a small sob into the ensuing silence. He sighs heavily through his nose, disappointed, but doesn't say anything. You don't move as you hear him tucking himself back into his clothing. After his own uniform is straightened, he slides your pants back up over your hips and to your waist. Then he lifts your shirt and gently lowers it over your back, covering his mess with your clothes.

"Leave it until you shower after the shift," he orders.

"But Kino-" you straighten up and start to protest because that's four hours you have to stand at your table like this.

"I said leave it," he growls.

You nod back at him with your eyes on the floor, dejected. "Yes, Kino," you murmur. You can feel something running down the middle of your back, and you try not to shiver. Or think about it, or else you won't think about anything else.

"Now get back on the floor." He steps to the side.

You had considered staying behind so you could hide in the corner and touch yourself while thinking about his hand on his cock as he teased your entrance. But he must have read your mind and wanted to deny it to you. For now. OR he was worried you would try to clean up. Maybe both.

You walk past him, nearly brushing your shoulder against his arm as you do. It's a very different feeling that settles in your chest as you walk back to your table this time around versus five days ago when you wanted to sob on the floor. Because you're upset, you're disappointed, you're even angry, but you're not broken.

And was it really only five days ago? Have you only been doing this for five days? Maybe it's because it feels like you've been doing this since the moment he grabbed you by the uniform. Maybe you have been, even though you were too off kilter to realize.

You take your place at your table. Alis glances up and starts to say, "welcome back," but instead his eyes widen as he takes in your blotchy red face and puffy eyes.

"What the hell? What happened to you?" He asks, concerned. Everyone else at the table looks up from what they're doing and you watch the concern spread amongst them as they see your appearance.

"I'm mostly fine, I promise, but I'll tell you after shift." You sniffle and take a deep calming breath. "Jevid, how are the numbers?" Your voice is still shaky and you're trying not to think about your back.

"Down by less than a rack. Eight right now."

"Think we can catch up and take first?" You give him a determined look.

He puffs his cheeks out as he sighs. "It could be doable. It'd be close though."

"How about it fellas?" You look around at the rest of them. "Wanna help me take first?"

Threl stares at you for a moment, like he's trying to deduce what happened just based on your mood. "Why's that, kid?"

"Because there are some mother fuckers at table 4 I want to punch in their stupid faces, but I can't so destroying them in the numbers is all I got."

Several of them look over at table 4, where some of the men there are also glancing up in your direction.

"Did they do this?" Sorrek's voice is low and dangerous, not the gentle woe of sad dad. He straightens to his full, now admittedly intimidating, height and glowers at them. Kino's words about Sorrek's previous occupation ring in your ears.

"I was crying because Kino yelled at me, but they're the reason." You clear your throat. "I'll tell you all what happened after shift, I swear, but until then, they deserve it. So you in?"

"Yeah, I'm in. Those guys are assholes anyway." Alis begins tightening a bolt and you've never known how he moves that fast. He makes you feel clumsy and slow.

"Hell yeah!" Taybus is so excited, he shakes Edii by the shoulder and the other man just stares at him. Bewildered, but not angry. Which is progress.

"Well, then let's kick it into gear. Don't forget to sound off when you're done and call out parts. Goes faster when we get a feel for the whole table." Threl says as he begins to move. Everyone else begins to follow his lead.

Your table takes the shift by one fucking part. That's only because you guys got the last one put up minutes before the bell. …And because table 3 had a slight malfunction that slowed them down enough that you could catch up. You'll still take it.

You know Kino will be proud of you and it will somewhat make up for him being angry. That fills you with gratification. You also know table 4 is pissed. Partially because you're sneering at them. But mostly because they're about to be fried. And that also fills you with gratification.

A/N: That's right. I "Secretary (2002) starring Maggie Gyllenhaal and James Spader"-ed them. Just added a Kino punishment twist. I regret nothing. I live outside of God's sight and by consequence outside of his love.

Also, boy, I really am doing everything I can to keep them from fucking for as long as possible, huh? 😇

And I promise things get better for her in Chapter 12! 😏 In the meantime, have another chapter meme:

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[dirt-str1der]

My mind is broken not in the angsty way but in the mac donalds ice cream machine way

[38riku]

BOOKWORM

synopsis: college au! eren visits the library with his friends and manages to score some alone time with his crush (f! reader)

warnings: mdni. smut. penetration. dry humping. public sex. cursing. horny college students.

“DUDE it’s 1pm during finals week why are we at the library?” eren questioned as he followed behind armin who insisted he had a ‘really good study spot’ since the latter was distracted in their dorm.

“I have to agree with eren on this one. it’s unlikely there’s a study room available.” mikasa, the one tasked with helping eren study, added.

“just trust me guys.” he stated as they entered the library.

their worries and doubts came to light as the building was packed. every table, chair, and workable surface was occupied by students cramming in a semester’s worth of knowledge in a day or less.

“hey y/n!” armin beamed as he waved toward the girl who pulled a cart of books. “working during finals week?”

“hey armin and yes, this is the busiest time of the year and I get paid extra.”

eren watched as they shared a friendly hug with one another. armin never mentioned her before, and he was his best friend. the two of them lived together for crying out loud.

“we were hoping to get some last minute studying in but it seems everyone else had the same idea.” the blond admitted sheepishly causing his two friends to snort at him playing coy.

but, y/n only laughed, gesturing to the amount of people in the building. “yeah, no kidding. i would think someone as smart as you knew that beforehand.”

she ushered for the three of them to follow her. armin went ahead, engaging in a conversation with the girl, while mikasa and eren walked behind.

“you know the girl in my philanthropy class I was talking about?” he spoke, his voice audible to only mikasa who nodded.

eren gushed about a girl in his philanthropy class at least three times a week. armin and mikasa advised him to asked her out. admiring her in secret would get him nowhere.

it didn’t take mikasa long to figure out what he was saying. her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape when she realized y/n must be the same girl he’s been pinning.

“eren-”

“here we are! just don’t trash the place ok?” y/n smiled as she opened the door with the words ‘authorized personnel’ on the front. “i got to get back to work. good luck you three!”

with that she went the way they came and they piled in the break room. it was decently sized with a small kitchen, two tables, and a bathroom on the side.

“told you I had a spot.” armin boasted as he sat at one of the tables, unloading his supplies from his backpack. “she usually doesn’t leave until around eight or nine. is that enough time?”

eren didn’t say anything, leaving mikasa to nod in response as she too took out the required materials for them to work.

two hours in they improved in one subject. eren passed the practice tests his professor posted, armin flies through his flash cards, and mikasa can hold a decent conversation in french.

tired and in need of recharge mikasa and armin offered to get snacks, leaving eren in the break room alone to take a power nap.

at least that’s what he said.

standing up, he stretched his tired limbs and made his way out of break room in search for a certain brown skin girl.

he found her on the second floor in the cultural history section. she stood on a rickety stool to reorder the books.

he admired her for a moment. the sunlight from the windows casted a golden glow on her figure. adding to her natural ethereal appearance. her skirt showed off her legs, her skin looked soft, pliable. he wondered just how easily she’d bruise.

“you need some help?” he questioned, keeping a bit of distance not to startle her.

“ah, no thanks. this is the-” she was cut off as the stood started to wobble and in a fit of panic she lost her footing.

eren extended his arms, allowing her to fall on him instead of the carpeted floor.

she started to ramble apologies, making sure she didn’t elbow him or step on his shoes as a result of her clumsiness.

he couldn’t comprehend what she was saying. she was close, close enough for him to smell her hair, the faint scent of coconut wafting in his nose, her skin, a vanilla sweet enough to eat.

his eyes focused on her lips. did her lipgloss have a scent too? was it flavored? he wanted to know.

“oi.” the tone of his voice made her mouth shut instantly. assertive, demanding even. “stop apologizing.”

“but-” she tried to retort but he leaned closer. effectively shutting her up.

“you just don’t listen do you?” his hand ran up and down her sides before squeezing her waist. “you and armin a thing?”

“what? no. he used to mess with my roommate.” she rolled her eyes. “why? you want to fuck me or something?”

eren chuckled at her words, leaning his back against the bookshelf as his thumb continued to rub circles on her hip.

“yeah.” he admitted, cheeks inflamed with an embarrassed blush. he tucked his head in the crook of her neck, mumbling. “but I want to do it right. make you mine first. then mark your pretty self up.”

she slowly closed her thighs as a familiar heat filled her body. the boy she brushed fingers with in class when handing him a pencil. the one that whispered questions in her ear to avoid disrupting the professor.

the one she found devilishly handsome and too attractive for his own good.

“sorry baby, got you all hot and bothered.” his voice was low and sensual, hands intimately exploring her body .

his kisses started at the nape of her neck, moving to her jawline, until he put his lips on hers to stifle her whines.

gently, he switched their position to where her back was against the wall. his body caged her in as he tapped her thighs, signaling her to jump which she obliged.

as she wrapped her legs around his waist he rutted his hips into hers, groaning into the kiss as he felt her arousal.

his mind went blank as she started to grind herself on his erection, breathily moaning at the friction.

“f-fuck you want this?”

he watched as y/n nodded, not stopping the pull and push of her legs as frustrated tears littered her waterline. the sight of her coming blissfully undone caused him to reattach their lips in a fit of desperation and uncontrolled lust. his tongue infiltrating the space and claiming his dominance.

using the wall as leverage he bunched up her skirt in one hand, the other moving her underwear to the side to reveal her soaking cunt. he lazily pumped his finger in and out, relishing the way she squirmed against him.

a trail of saliva connected them as he broke away to watch his ministrations. “so tight, gonna add another ok?”

he quickened his pace, curling his fingers to elicit an array of whimpers from her. “that’s it baby, stretch for me.” his thumb rubbed circles on her clit as tears slid down her cheeks out of pleasure.

removing his fingers he stuffed them in her mouth, watching her devour her own slick. he wanted the sight engraved in his memory.

he lowered his sweats enough to free himself from his boxers. “you want it pretty girl?”

“beg for it.”

he half expected her to say no to his request. but, to his delight, she didn’t. “please eren I need you to fill me up. only you. i need you here.” using a free hand she guided his dick to her pulsating heat, running it along her folds as they moaned in sync.

satisfied, eren started to sink in the warmth and plushness of her body. his hands had a bruising grip on her thighs, lip caught between his teeth as he focused hard not to cum.

“holy shit.” he breathed out as he pulled back just to ram back at in, setting a slow yet brutal pace. capturing her lips in yet another kiss. this one sloppy, swallowing each other’s whines, grunts, and groans.

her legs started to tremble in his hold, “e-eren-”

“you better fucking cum on my dick.” he interjected, sweat littering his forehead as he continued to pound into her with calculated thrust.

“it’s yours,” he whispered sweetly with a gentle lick on the shell of her ear. his change from demanding to sweet caused her to cry out his name, muffled by his lips, as she unraveled.

“and you. are. all. mine.” each word was punctuated with a thrust as he pulled out, splattering the mess on her thighs.

silence ensued as they caught their breaths. eren had hearts in his eyes as he looked at her; fluttering brown eyes, tear stained cheeks, plump lips swollen, and a trail of dark bruises from her collar bone to her neck.

“you’re so pretty y/n.” he stated, gathering the mess he made on her thighs with his fingers.

with glazed eyes she lolled her tongue out, cleaning it up and swallowing with no complaints. his lovesick stare intensified at her actions. “you’re driving me crazy.”

fixing her up, she recovered after a few minutes and the first thing she did was hit his arm. hard.

he didn’t take it personally, from her puffed out cheeks and pout he could tell she was flustered.

“we’re going out when your shift is over. on me.” he smiled and as much as she wanted to be upset with him, she couldn’t.

“whatever.” tucking the damned stool that started it all under her arm, she tried to walk past him only to be pulled in for a quick kiss.

“don’t make me fuck that attitude out of you.”

and scene. feedback always welcomed since this is my first time writing smut. thanks for reading <3 riku

© 2021 38riku. all rights reserved.

[zaceouiswriting]

The Sweet and the Trickster

Character: Sweet Pea x male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Talking about smut

Authors note: It was not a really inspired day. So you guys only get a little snack. Have fun.

„Fuck,“ you murmured hard under your breath. Your feet running as fast as your body let them go. Always looking back, hoping they hadn’t found you yet. About the third corner you rounded around, you finally saw the first one and he you.

Panic rose in you up, even further than before. The slow happy run you had before, became one for your life. Never before have you ever run this fast. You could even hear an astounding sound behind you.

But you did not turn around to look at the guy with his bulldog jacket. No, you ran even faster. Hoping to get some distance between you and him. Just as the stairs came into your view, A person did too. Sitting on the steps, looking deep into a little notebook, which looked even smaller in his gigantic hands.

„Sweet Pea!“, you called out to him, completely out of breath. The guy immediately glanced up, a look of happy confusion on it.

He stood up a little, but before he could stretch out his legs, you already had grabbed his arm, tugging him with you. Up the stairs. He stumbled a bit, but did not tripped. „What is happening?“, he asked laughing. Maybe at your distress, maybe just because of this strange situation.

At this point, you were way out of breath to really talk. „Help… Hiding spot… please,“ you couldn’t say anymore. Your steps got slower. But Sweet Pea took over, after he heard loud voices and multiple sets of feet.

The guy who just moments ago was laughing and chuckling at your misery, almost carried you from this moment on, until you were in the drama classroom. Which was filled with a lot of shit. And was only dimly light. He purposefully let the door a bit open, so the people following you would look into it.

Pressed against a corner, by his big, strong hands, you were only able to look into his dark brown, mysterious eyes, that always when you two had eye contact were glistening. „What are you doing?“

He said nothing, just was looking into your own eyes, almost waiting for some kind of moment.

Not long after, the steps became clearer. Taunting voices, calling out your name. This seemed to have been the moment, the guy in front of you, on which almost everyone had a crush, kissed you. So gentle, that you never had experienced before.

It brought a squeaking sound out of you, that you did not even know you could produce. At the end, this was exactly, what the guys you were running from brought them to you two.

As soon, as the opened the door and saw Sweet Pea, pressing someone against the corner, they became hostile, „Dude, what the fuck? Can you give us some space?“ His laughing question, let the group relax, just a little bit.

Not only hid the darkness of the corner you, from being seen, but also Sweet Pea’s broader body. His muscles felt so good against your body and his hands on your skin, made it almost go off in flames.

You began to pant. „Oh shit we did not… Sorry dude!“, the leader of the group told you guys in a hushed voice, before getting his group out. Thankfully, neither Reggie or Archie were there to witness that. One of them or both, might have had an idea, that it was you, doing this sound.

„So do you know want to tell me what you did?“, he asked in a gentle, accusing tone. It sounded almost playful if you were honest.

Instead of answering him, you kissed him instead. Gripping his black full hair in the process. Which left Sweet pea, to grab both of your legs, pressing you completely against the wall, and you closing around his body with your legs.

„Maybe I tell you, if you finally fuck me, here and now. We danced around each other for far too long,“ was everything you said, before opening his pants.

Safe to say, that the bulldogs heard you moaning and screaming Sweet Peas name, the entire time, while they were searching for you. Thankfully it was after school hours, so there weren’t no teachers around. But in the moment, not event that could’ve stopped you two.

[httpdabi]

Jealousy

Word count: 6,5k

Genre: Smut, romance, no quirk lol

Warnings: 18+, a little bit of choking, a little bit of daddy kink, rough sex, dom!dabi , jealousy kinda, unprotected sex, alcohol

Credit to the owner of the pic!!

✨Friends to lovers fic✨

Throwing your phone across the room, deep breath coming out of your mouth. The fact that he was coming back today made the time pass so slow it was painful. You were glancing at your phone every now and then checking what time it is, knowing he should arrive around 17PM. Rolling down on your old bed, you took a good look of your room.

Pastel pink walls, white bed, small working table in the left corner of the room. Beside your bed were photos taped on the wall. All those photos woke a memory in you. Some of the photos were of you and your friends, but most of them were of you and Dabi.

Dabi.

Your childhood best friend. You will never forget the day you first met him. Shy little Touya not wanting to play with your dolls. I’M A MAN. He screamed back then, throwing the doll away, making you cry loudly. You will never forget how scared he got in the moment you started screaming around, trying to hush you down somehow. He did everything he could hoping his parents won’t hear.

Yours and Touya’s parents were literally best friends, visiting each other almost every day. Having to face him so often, you two almost had no choice then to become friends. At the beginning none of you were impressed by each others company. But how both of you grew up, you were becoming closer and closer. At some point, you two became inseparable.

When Touya started getting piercings, you were so jealous. You wanted to get that Certilage piercing just like him, but your parents were so strict even the thought of it made their hair get up. Of course Touya being Touya, he didn’t give a two shits about their decision. Picking you up one day after school and brining you to his friend that did his piercings too. That night both families were fighting. His parents lecturing him how he is such a bad influence to you, and your parents screaming on you how you’ll never get married with piercing like that. Saying it’s not ladylike.

,, If no one marries her, I will’’ Touya said, making your heart flutter, and everyone else in the room laughed loudly, finding it cute how he was protecting you.

Of course, growing up both of you went different directions in your life. Moving out of your parents place was best thing that happened to you. Having that freedom you never had before, you were appreciating even little things.

Dabi moved out in another city, saying he never wanted to live in his hometown anyway. Of course, there wasn’t a day that he didn’t contact you. But having him so far away made things much harder for you. The only positive thing about him moving to another city was the fact that your huge crush on him would melt down, at least you hoped so.

You were so in love with him. How could you not be ? Having him around so much, such a handsome and good guy, you simply had to develop feelings toward him.

Walking downstairs, you heard Enji laughing loudly at something your father said. You visiting your parents home again, while Todoroki’s were also there, all of you waiting for Dabi to return. It made your heart warm up again, missing moments when all of you were spending time together so often.

Making your way toward kitchen, you opened the fridge looking for something to eat. Not that you were hungry, you were simply bored and something had to kill that boredom.

Taking the milk pudding, you opened it and took one spoon. You tried to multitask somehow, with one hand you were eating the pudding, while with other hand just scrolling your instagram feed.

Suddenly, a head placed on your shoulder, trying to see what you were looking at. Your parents always did that. They had to know why you were always holding that damn phone in your hands.

,, Dad, this is private, I’m not a child anymore’’ you whined, pushing your fathers head away. You hated when he does that, privacy is privacy and it has to be respected.

,, I didn’t know you were into daddy kink’’ a familiar voice whispered, making you flinch in surprise. Turning around you immediately jumped on the person standing behind you. Dabi laughed, placing his hand around your waist hugging you strongly, before he pulled you up in the air.

,, You little piece of shit, I missed you so much’’ you said hugging him back, not paying any attention to your parents in the background.

The rest of the day was all about Touya. How he was, what did he do, does he have a girlfriend and so on. Of course he liked to be the center of the attention, talking about everything. Not that you were complaining, you were sinking in every word that came out of his mouth, admiring him as always.

At the end of the day, your parents made plans that this week all of you should meet and have a super cool bbq like in the old times. Which meant one big ass sleep over, with Todoroki’s. Those nights were always amazing, so much food, so much sweets and of course so much alcohol for grown ups. That was the reason why Rei and Enji slept over after all. All of them would simply get wasted.

Dabi decided he will sleep at your place, since he never saw your new apartment, all of them agreeing, knowing that there’s a lot he probably wanted to tell you.

First both of you went to his old home, placing his suitcase and taking just few stuff to bring over. He didn’t want to waste any time, since his parents were still at your place, and he really wanted to finally see your new apartment.

Placing his bag in his hallway, he immediately went inside your living room, looking around, commenting what doesn’t look good and how he would decorate it much better. He opened the fridge, feeling like home and took one ice cream out of the freezer. Making his way toward your couch.

,, So, where’s that piece of shit called Kai’’ he asked, biting the chocolate on the ice cream. You were confused a bit, since you broke up with Kai long time ago.

,, Didn’t I already tell you? It’s been six months since we broke up’’ you laughed out. How can it be possible that you left your dear Touya uninformed about your love life.

,, Oh, that breaks my heart.’’ He said sarcastically. ,, What happened?’’ he added licking the ice cream.

,, Well, he cheated on me’’ you lied, sitting down beside him. Well, technically he did cheat on you, but the reason behind it was because he found out about your feelings about Dabi. He found out that he was only being used to forget your one sided love. Not that you didn’t like Kai, you did find him attractive, but you couldn’t force yourself to do with him stuff every couple did. Which made him cheat on you, hoping he will make you step further. But at his surprise you did something every normal person would do, broke up with him.

You did feel disappointed that you two had to part your ways like that, but you also understood him and with that you couldn’t force yourself to hate him or be that much hurt.

,, He didn’t deserve you anyway. I have no idea what did you see in him. Dude looks like he fed a whole Village in Africa, no offense ‘’ he said, making you laugh.

,, Anyway, we are invited to Mina’s birthday this Saturday’’ you said placing both of your legs on the table.

,, Aren’t we having a bbq that day?’’ Dabi asked as he placed the stick of his ice cream on the table.

,, Yeah, but we can still go tho. They’ll be really happy to see you again, I told everyone that you are back’’ you said, as he placed his head on your lap. You smiled, knowing how much he loves when you play with his hair.

,, Sure, we can do both. I am glad I’ll see them all again’’ he said making your stomach twist out of jealousy. You knew how much Yua and Akari liked Dabi. Of course you were friends, but the fact that all these two had their eyes on him made your blood boil. Even Mina was into him, until she found a boyfriend recently. They didn’t know that you liked him, but you knew very well that they weren’t happy that you had him by your side all the time.

After telling you about the city and all his experience, you two decided to go to sleep since it was already 2AM. You went to the bathroom to change into your silk pajama, coming back only to find Dabi in your bed wearing only shorts.

,, I really wanna get some tattoos too’’ you said looking the tattoos over his chest and arms, wanting to touch every single one of them.

,, Do it’’ he simply said, placing his arms under his head. You just rolled your eyes on him, he knew very well that you weren’t that brave.

,,You can sleep here, I’ll crash on the couch’’ you said ready to stand up. He was a guest after all, and for him you would sleep on the floor if he asked you to.

,, Of course you’re not’’ he said grabbing your arm and pulling you in the bed beside him. Wrapping his one arm around you.

,, Don’t get all cold with me suddenly’’ he laughed while covering both of you with your covers. Of course, you two slept together in one bed before, it wasn’t something unusual. But knowing how you feel about him, you knew that with every move like this, your feelings will grow back even stronger then they were before.

,, Touya, we aren’t children anymore’’ you said, trying to wiggle out of his grip.

,, That’s exactly what I was thinking about. Might as well do stuff adults do’’ he said jokingly, making you push him even harder. Making sure you are smiling he just held you stronger repeating that he was joking.

Once you realized that he won’t really give up, you just gave in, preparing yourself for one sleepless night with him.

Dabi placed your leg over him, slowly caressing your tight while telling you about some nonsense like he did before until you would fall asleep. Once he thought that you fall asleep, you felt his long arms around you and his lips on your head.

Having him so close to you, he didn’t know what effect he had on you. For him it was just one normal night, while for you it was something you won’t be able to keep out of your mind next upcoming weeks.

The next days it was like before. Dabi was spending more time at your place as he did home. You two would spend time together, playing games, going grocery shopping together, visiting cafes and so on. You even saw Akari in one café, and of course she was all over Dabi. You couldn’t watch it, she was touching his arm so recklessly, and the fact that he wasn’t doing anything about it didn’t’ help either.

Excusing yourself, you said that you felt sick. Dabi wanted to follow you home, but Akari was insisting how he should stay, since they didn’t see each other for such a long time. Not wanting to make any scene, you just told him to stay, not to worry and left them.

On your way home, you felt terrible. It wasn’t anything big, but yet you overacted there and had to leave. But you simply couldn’t watch or hear anything more. You were the one that was supposed to touch him like that. You wanted to touch all those tattoos, and even tho you were his best friend you couldn’t find the courage to do it. Yet, stupid Akari did it without a problem.

Knowing that Dabi will probably just come back to your place, you made your way toward your parents house, not ready to face him somehow. In that moment you wished you didn’t gave him your spare keys. You didn’t want to wait for him and think about what they were doing.

Of course your parents were more then happy to welcome you home. Since you moved out you didn’t sleep at their place that often. But they knew something was wrong, not wanting to bother you, they just let you be.

Once again the night was sleepless for you. Dabi did contact you, asking if you are ok and if he should bring something to you, but once you saw that Akari posted him on her Instagram story, you couldn’t even force yourself to text him back.

You knew that It was so childish of you, he didn’t even know how you feel about him, yet that something small would upset you so much. But your feelings were getting better of you. The whole night you were rolling around in your bed, thinking if he’s home yet, if they are fucking somewhere. You were thinking what would have happened if you just stayed. If you did, he would probably just leave home with you.

Waking up next morning, you wanted to kill yourself. The soreness in your eyes didn’t help either. You saw few messages from Dabi, asking where you are, yada yada. Seeing that it was sent around 4am, you tossed your phone across the bed. Did he stay that long with her ?

You slowly stood up and made your way toward the bathroom, brushing your teeth before leaving home. Your parents were insisting that you should stay, and spend the rest of the day with them. It was Saturday anyway, so you’ll be here later anyway.

But you didn’t want, you had to clean your apartment a bit together with your thoughts. Also it was Minas birthday today, so you had to get ready before you leave for the bbq and her birthday.

Opening the door of your apartment, you saw Dabi’s shoes placed beside yours. Slowly tip toeing, you found him in your bedroom asleep. You slowly closed the door, and started cleaning quietly, making sure not to wake him up.

You wanted to lay down beside him, and simply cuddle yourself close to his body, but because of the thought of the last night, you also wanted to grab his hair and force him out of your apartment.

Of course, once he woke up, you couldn’t be mad at him anymore. You had to act it up, and just ignore what happened, after all how could you explain to him why were you even mad ? Dabi left your place around 16PM, leaving you all alone with your thoughts once again. You whished you could tell him how you felt, you wished he would understand.

When the time came, you wore your light purple spaghetti strap dress. Since the evenings were still kidna cold, you decided to wear your oversized black cardigan that was the same length as your dress. Covering just enough.

After doing your make up and straightening your hair, you placed your small bag over your shoulder and wore your overknee lace up boots before you left. The cardigan was bothering you a bit, since you knew how hot it usually gets when you’re in club, but once the wind brushed your naked tight, you didn’t mind it anymore.

Once you got at your parents place, you helped them with all the preparing. Your mom didn’t let you prepare the food, being scared you’ll ruin your dress. But you still helped with plates and all the alcohol. Placing everything on the table outside.

When they arrived Enji and your dad immediately started with the bbq. Rei and your mom were simply enjoying the evening and sipping on their wine, waiting for their food. While both of you and Dabi were simply on your phones. Once again you were upset, all of them complimented your looks, everyone but him. Piece of shit like he looked any better, whit his simple white shirt and jeans.

Lies.

He looked so beautiful without any effort, the tattoos on his arm totally visible.

You took the wine from the table filling your glass, drinking it fast down. Just the thought of Akari and other girls being all over him was driving you crazy. You had to prepare yourself.

,, Slow down doll, I don’t want to spend the rest of my night holding your hair in the toilet’’ Dabi said taking the now empty glass away from you and laughing a bit.

,,Don’t worry about me, I’m capable of taking care of myself on my own’’ you said taking the glass back and filling it with wine again. Who does he think he is ?

When the meat was done, both of you ate and drank a bit before leaving. Dabi didn’t want to drive since he also had plans to drink. Enji was insisting on giving you a ride, but you two didn’t want to break his fun, after all the club wasn’t that far away.

,,So, who will be there tonight?’’ Dabi asked you, taking the box of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one cigarette.

,, Mina of course, Yua, Himari, Ryohei, Hiro, Akari and Kai’’ you said, placing your hands in the pockets of your cardigan.

,, We should make your little Kai jealous, what do you think?’’ He said, placing his arm around your shoulders.

,, Nah, no need’’ you said looking down on the floor.

When you arrived the club was already full of people. Thankfully Mina waited for you two in front of the club, not wanting for you two to waste your time looking for them. You gave her the present that you and Dabi bought few days ago and graduated her. Knowing that Mina is in relationship with Hiro, so the hug she gave Dabi didn’t bother you so much.

Once you got inside, you greeted everyone and ordered your drinks. Of course Akari was giving all of her attention to Dabi, trying to get as close as possible to him.

None of you wanted to wait, so all of you ordered your drinks. You ordered Malibu with cherry juice, you were up for something sweet. Since the sweet drinks kick in much faster and that’s exactly what you needed. Dabi ordered whisky, while Kai, Hiro and Ryohei ordered pure Vodka. Rest of the girls ordered Wine.

,, Hey’’ you heard very familiar voice close to your ear. You turned around sipping on your drink, welcoming Kai with a small smile and nodding your head.

,, How are youu?’’ he asked loud enough for you to hear. Body too close to your own in your opinion.

,, I am good and you?’’ you simply answered finishing your drink, asking yourself why is he starting this random boring chat. Realizing that your friends were eyeing you and your ex down, you smirked to yourself. If they only knew, how little shit you gave about him.

,, Let’s go get another round of drinks’’ you said, and made your way toward the bar, while Kai was following every step you made.

,, You look beautiful tonight’’ Kai pointed after you ordered what everyone was drinking. Well, at least someone appreciates your effort tonight, you thought to yourself.

,, Thank you, you look cool yourself’’ you said already trying your drink, while giving the money with your right hand to the bartender. He didn’t look bad at all, wearing black button up shirt, one part of it tucked in his jeans. His typical black convers shoes. He looked good.

Once you two got back, placing all the drinks on the table, you could feel Dabi’s eyes on you. You weren’t sure if he wanted to tell you something, so you took his Whisky and went to him.

,, What is it ?’’ you asked giving him his drink.

,, Nothing at all’’ he replied eying you down. He was about to say something more, but Akari interrupted him, saying some nonsense. Not wanting to watch them together, you just left them, making your way toward Ryohei, Himari and Kai on the dancefloor.

All of you were dancing. Jumping around and waving your body to the sound of the music. You realized that Kai was trying real hard to get you to himself, but sadly your drinks didn’t hit you that much yet. Still the only person that was on your mind was Dabi. You wanted to look at him, and see what’s he doing, but you were afraid once you turn around you’ll find Akari all over him again, or even worse making out with him. It would definitely ruin your night.

After few more drinks, you finally started getting tipsy. While Mother Mother was playing, you and Himari were jumping around, making your way back toward the table to get your other drink that was already there, you two were screaming at each other ,, My daddy’s got a gun, My daddy’s got a gun, My daddy’s got a gun, you better run’’ moving your body crazily just as the music was.

,, Cheers’’ Himari screamed, once both of you placed a bit salt on your hand. Licking the salt of your hand, both of you drank the tequila fast before sucking the lemon. Making the weird face, both of you laughed preparing another shot.

Making your way back to the others, both of you were going crazy to the beat of the song you loved. With a new drink in your hand, you didn’t think about the consequences. After all the music was just so good, you simply had to drink.

Dancing around, you felt a body pressed against your. Tilting your head to the side, you realized it’s Kai standing behind you, trying to get as much of you as he could. At that moment you didn’t give a fuck anymore, just giving in and dancing with him. You saw Himari and Mina laughing at you, thinking you two will get together.

,, I’ll go smoke one fast, wanna come?’’ Kai asked. You simply shook your head giving him a sign that you'll simply wait and found yourself once again dancing with Himari. You were glad Himari was there, since without her you wouldn’t have much fun as you had now.

,, You are fast’’ you said, feeling Kai’s body behind you again. Slow down by Chase Atlantic started playing, no better song for grinding your body against someone else. Moving your body slowly, you felt his hands holding your hips firmly.

,, Are you sure you aren‘t into daddy kink doll?“raspy and deep voice made you twitch in shock. ,, What’s wrong? Didn’t expect me ?’’ he added, holding your hips stronger, not giving you any chance to move away from him.

You felt like there was no need to answer him, since Mina bought you another drink you were already busy sipping on your drink . After all, all you wanted to do was drink and get wasted in that moment anyway. So you moved your body from the side to the side, enjoying how close his body was to yours.

Realizing that you drank your drink, Dabi took it form your hand and gave it to the bartender that was passing by anyway. Turning you around to face him, he took your arms and placed them around his neck, while his own arms found their way to your waist.

,, Wasn’t the plan to make Kai jealous?’’ he asked. You could feel his hot breath on your ear. Tilting your head a bit to the left, you closed your eyes and gave him a small nod with the biggest grin ever.

The grin was long gone once you felt his hands over your ass, squeezing it tightly. ,, Then why am I at the end the jealous one ?’’ He asked giving you one more squeeze. Drunk like that you forgot about your friends and what might they think.

,, Is this how you treat your daddy?’’ he added, not giving you a chance to even progress the last question he gave you. You were never into daddy kink, but coming from his lips, you were ready to call him daddy as much as he wanted.

,, I want.. drink.. haha’’ you said laughing, hoping he will get you another one, since you weren’t capable to do it on your own anymore.

,, We are going home’’ he said. He was already tipsy on his own, but nowhere drunk as you were. He told everyone that you two are leaving, not giving you much time to greet them. Seeing disappointed look on Akari’s face made your night. IN YOUR FACE YOU BITCH ASS HOE

Dabi helped you wear your cardigan, and placed your bag over your shoulders, before he placed his hand around your waist helping you walk a bit. Well, you could walk, but with his grip around you, it was much easier.

,, I thought you could take care of yourself’’ he said once you two were outside. He placed you on the nearest bench, just to light up his cigarette before he pulled you up once again. You placed your arm around his shoulders, bragging about how you can walk perfectly fine.

,, Stop pissing me off doll, you’re hard to hold’’ he said as his grip was getting stronger.

,,Or what ?’’ You laughed, taking the cigarette from him and placing it between your lips. You don’t smoke usually, but alcohol took over you. Dabi laughed surprised, not used at the sight of you smoking.

,, My little Touya, you weren’t even born when I started smoking’’ you managed to say, while he was just laughing at the nonsense you were telling him.

Dabi didn’t know what he should do first, hold you firmly or pull your dress down, scared it was to high up for everyone else to see what’s under it.

,,Now, behave yourself, we are almost home’’ he said pulling your dress down a little, and throwing the almost done cigarette from your lips on the floor.

At his and your surprise both of your parents were still outside enjoying their time. You threw your arm up in the air ready to greet them, but Dabi stopped you fast enough. It’s not like your parents have anything against you drinking. But he wasn’t in a mood to talk with them about anything tonight. And he knew very well that drunk like that you were more then ready for a chat with them.

,, Already home?’’ Enji screamed once he saw you two. You were ready to brag about how you wanted to party a bit longer, but Dabi once again stopped you, telling them how you didn’t feel good that much.

,,What’s your problem man ?’’ You hissed at the party breaker that was pulling you upstairs to your room. Looking how your parents prepared your room made you grin. There was a mattress beside your bed prepared for Dabi.

,, They really think you’ll sleep down there’’ you grinned.

,, Obviously’’ Dabi said, placing you slowly on your bed.

,, Now, change into your pajama while I’m brushing my teeth’’ he said slowly, making sure you understand every word.

With alcohol in your system, you just lain down to rest a bit, before getting all the power and will you had to change.

Pulling your dress over your head, you started looking for your pajamas. Seeing Dabi’s shirt on the floor, you felt satisfied and just wore it. Standing there in the room, you thought if it’s his shirt he wore today, or just the one he got himself for bed. You would rather sleep naked than in a shirt he just wore in the club. Even the thought of the smell of all the smoke and alcohol made you feel dizzy.

Taking the part of his shirt, you pulled it close enough for you to sniff it making sure it’s not his shirt from clubbing.

,,What are you doing doll? ‘’ You froze. Looking to the side, you saw him leaning on the doorframe while smirk was formed on his lips. Luckily there was enough alcohol in your system to feel embarrassed in that very moment, since the view of you sniffing his shirt was weird as fuck.

,, Can’t get enough of me ?’’ he added getting closer to you. ,, You have to wear some shorts, or I’ll really be forced sleep on the mattress tonight’’ he added looking you up and down, while you just stood there speechless.

,, Come here, let’s take off your make up’’ he said, placing his hand on your back, leading the way to the bathroom.

Once you were in the bathroom, Dabi pulled you up, making you sit on the washing machine. Slowly helping you wash your teeth. Swinging your legs playfully, Dabi almost poured the water he prepared for you on the floor. Placing the glass to the side, he took your legs and wrapped them around his waist. Even tho you weren’t sober, you could completely understand the position you were in. Taking the wet wipes he started cleaning your make up carefully. You just closed your eyes enjoying his touch on your face, while he was giving his best to do it gentle as possible.

Sudden feel of a skin brushing over your nose made you open your eyes. Seeing his face not even inches from yours, made you froze. His nose brushing against your own, before you felt his soft lips against your own.

,, You are driving me crazy’’ he said, placing his forehead against yours. Not thinking twice you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for another kiss. At first you knew that he was surprised since he just stood there, but after a short second you felt him smile into the kiss, leaning in and wanting more.

With his hands under your, or better to say his own shirt, he was moving them up and down slowly. The touch of his hands rubbing your naked skin softly made you want more of him. Pulling him closer with your legs, you placed your hands on his chest , wanting to feel everything you could.

Pulling your head back breaking the kiss, you attacked his neck, leaving wet kisses all over it. Touya pulled your body up, placing his hands on your ass, making his way toward your room. Making small breaks while pushing your body against the wall trying to kissing you like his life depended on it.

Once he placed you on the bad, he didn’t waste any time, hovering over you and kissing your neck. Wanting everyone to know to who you belong to. He wanted to make sure the next time you see Kai, he will know that Dabi is the one that’s dicking you down.

,, I know you couldn’t stand the sight of me and Akari, but grinding on Kai like a little whore, making me all jealous was really unnecessary’’ he gasped between kisses. Pulling the shirt over your head he threw it over the room, leaving you only in your panties. ,, especially in that little dress of yours” he added, as he looked over your half naked body.

,, Fuck you, what did you expect of me, I was mad’’ you moaned out once you felt his lips on your breast, sucking and biting it.

,, Well.. guess what’’ he said, still sucking your boob, while squeezing the other one.

,,What?’’ you breathed out, eyes closed while enjoying his lips on your body.

,, Daddy will punish his little naughty girl’’ he said, once again leaving wet love marks all over your chest.

,,Touya, I’m really not into daddy kink’’ you said, your hands deep inside his hair.

,, But I am’’ he said, his head in front of your, making eye contact with you. ,, And tonight I want everyone to know who your real daddy is. I want everyone to know who you belong to’’ he said, wrapping his hand around your throat. ,, Do you understand me ?’’ he added.

,,Yes’’ you whispered, not breakig the eye contact.

,,Yes what?’’ he asked as his hand started to apply pressure to your throat. Not being used to choking, you couldn’t really manage to give him the right answer. It wasn’t the kind of choking where you felt like passing out because of the lack of oxygen, but you were still new to it.

,,Yes daddy’’ you managed to say somehow. Satisfied with your answer, Dabi moved his hand away from your throat, leaving small kisses over the same spot where his hand left small marks.

,, Such a good girl’’ he said, pulling your panties down. Licking his lips, as you were exposed to him. The fact that you were so valuable to him, and knowing how much power he had over you was turning Touya even more on.

Not wasting any time, he spread your thighs further apart, his head leaning down to run his tongue through your folds. Feeling his tongue piercing on your clit, something you always wanted to feel, made you throw you head back into the pillow, while grabbing Dabi’s head pulling him closer to yourself.

Licking you around your opening, the warm and hot feeling of his tongue, mixed with cold feeling of his piercing was making you shiver. You could feel him smirk against your core as he saw how much effect he has on you. You moan as his lips and tongue move against your folds, eating you out like it’s his last meal.

,,Touya please’’ you moan out, as he sucks roughly on your bundle of nerves, causing your body to jolt up, as your fingers grab his messy hair.

Flicking his tongue roughly and tugging your clit, his hands were holding your thighs firmly, as his light blue eyes were focused on you. It doesn’t take him long to make you cum all over his mouth, his name falling from your lips shamelessly. Climbing over you, he kissed you passionately, making you taste yourself on his lips.

Pulling away from the kiss, you started kissing his tattoos, something you wanted to do long time ago. Especially since he came back. Dabi breathed heavily, his head hanging low, while you were under him kissing every little line that covered his body.

He gave you the time you needed, exploring his body as much as you wanted. But once he felt your small hands pulling down his shorts together with his boxers, and licking the tip of his already erected dick, he had to stop you. At your surprise, even his dick was pierced.

,, Another time doll’’ he said, pulling you up. ,, I’ve been dying to fuck you since forever’’ he added, slowly rubbing the tip of his dick around your core. Without any warning his slammed his whole length inside making your scream both in pleasure and pain. Wiggling a little, trying to move just a bit away from him, hoping the pain will go away. But Touya couldn’t let that happened, now when he finally had his dick deep inside you.

,,Just relax baby’’ he said not moving, letting you adjust to his size. Placing soft kisses all over your jaw, then slowly moving out of you, only for him to slide back in, so slow that you could feel every vain of his dick move, together with his piercing rubbing your walls.

Dabi was moving so slow, grinding his hips against yours, as his fingers were rubbing your clit gently. Sliding out of you only until the edge of his head remains, before moving slowly again in, repeating the same move all over again. Only God knew how much he wanted to break you.

,, Touya’’ you moan out once he wraps his fingers with yours, placing your left arm above your head, while his right fingers were still rubbing your clit in circles. Your legs shake as you wrap them around him, another orgasm hitting you hard.

Dabi moans with you, as you squeeze his dick while riding of your orgasm. With you having your second orgasm, he couldn’t hold himself any longer. Your warm walls around him coated in juices were driving him crazy. All the soft and slow moves were forgotten, making his motions now much deeper and intense. Pulling out till the end and slamming recklessly into you again. Groaning in pleasure, he was slamming into you with a speed you could only imagine.

,, Touya, slow down’’ you moaned, closing your eyes, still sensitive from your second orgasm. ,, I don’t think I can take it’’ you added, trying to catch your breath.

,,Of course you can take it. Look at you, you’re taking it right now doll’’ he groaned, holding your hips in one place while fucking you hard like no one ever has before. You were a moaning mess, with every move your moans were louder.

,, Oh God, Touya’’ you moaned, fingers still connected to his. Grabbing his back with your left hand and digging your fingers inside his skin.

,, You’re takng it so well love’’ he said, groaning as he felt the pressure of your nails digging into his back. ,, Go ahead, scratch my back as much as you want’’ he added kissing you sloppily.

Once he started rubbing your clit again, you found yourself digging your nails into his back like a wild cat, finding comfort in it. ,, Touya’’ you moaned his name out as both of you were coming closer to your highs. You could feel his dick twitching inside of you, his moves becoming more deeper and jankier. His eyes were shut, while your body started shaking once again. Once again you felt your orgasm pulsing through your stomach, and there you were again squeezing his dick not being able to control yourself as you moaned his name over and over again. Dabi continued fucking you , his groans getting louder and louder, feeling your walls getting tighter and tighter while you were milking his dick down, he released. Emptying his seeds deep into you.

Both of you stayed in the same position, trying to breath normally. His thumb gently rubbing your hand, as he placed kisses all over your bruised neck.

,, You have no idea how much I wanted to be with you’’ he said between the kisses. ,,I’m so in love with you doll’’ he breathed out, making you feel butterfly’s inside your stomach.

,, Are you?’’ you asked, tilting your head just enough to look at him.

,, Don’t act like you didn’t know already’’ he said smiling, while brushing his nose against your cheek. Of course you didn’t know.

,,Fuck you, I was dying here for you, thinking my love is just one sided’’ you said hitting his chest lightly. ,, I even dated Kai hoping I’ll forget you somehow’’ you added hitting him once again, making him laugh a bit.

,, Don’t mention his name. That’s the past. You belong to me now, only me’’ he said, grabbing your jaw and kissing you. You were always his anyway.

,, All yours, Touya’’ you said, kissing him back-

,, Are you kids awake ? ´´ Enji’s head peeked inside your room, finding his eldest son naked on top of his best friends daughter. Making him choke on the air and forgetting the actual reason he was looking for you two.

[angryschnauzer]

Pitching Tents

Summary: Ooof... *insert breathless spongebob meme here* Okay, so your co-stars Chris and Henry invite you along for a long weekend camping trip, and in the wilds of nature they let their inhibitions be set free.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader x Henry Cavill (MFM)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex (female receiving), Oral Sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, threesome, spit roasts, fingering, grinding, handjobs, vaginal creampie, sloppy seconds, cockwarming, sex outdoors, anal sex, unprotected anal sex, anal creampie, anal sloppy seconds, degrading talk, zero inhibitions, no refractory period, aftercare, crack fic, utter filth, you. have. been. warned., and the worlds best camping table.

Only the finest free range, organic typos, allowed to run wild and free.

I do not run a tag list, but if you follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications, you will get an alert every time i post something new. Masterlist got too big for tumblr, so past works can also be found at angryschnauzerwrites or on my AO3.

A/N: Don’t @ me yelling about RPF. This is utter fantasy. You know that, i know that. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. However i do feel i have included enough of each actor to satisfy both sets of fans. Enjoy the filth you dirty sluts.

Pitching Tents

Sitting in the dressing room having your makeup removed you laughed and joked with Chris and Henry, your co-stars. Finally you were prosthetic free and your FX makeup artist left, leaving you to listen as the two men chatted away;

“So all set for our camping trip this weekend Chris?” Henry asked as he wiped off fake blood from his cheek

“Can’t fucking wait Henry, three whole days of beers, fishing, and doing fuck all” Chris turned to you and smiled; “So, whata’ you doin this weekend?”

Sighing you took a sip of water;

“Probably just bingeing Netflix with a family sized bag of chocolate”

“Why don’t you come camping with us?” 

Henry suggested lightly, and at his suggestion your head snapped up;

“Really? I’ve never camped in my life! I’ll just cramp your style for your boys weekend. I’ve never even pitched a tent”

“Oh don’t worry, me and Hen have got all the equipment you could need for that” Chris assured you, but you missed the sly wink he shot to Henry.

-

The campsite was beautiful. On private land it was amazing what being one of Hollywoods biggest stars could get you into, and as Chris had pulled his truck over the gravel both you and Henry were impressed with the stunning location. You’d had little to do as they put the tent up, and as the sun had started to set the beers had been cracked open and the campfire glowed. Whether it was the fresh air, the beer, or the busy work schedule you all had, you were turning in just as the sun had fully set. Curling up underneath the pile of blankets and quilts that’d been thrown on the air mattress, you were quickly fast asleep before either of the men had climbed in beside you.

-

The bright morning sunlight shone in through the thin fabric of the tent waking you, and as you pulled yourself from sleep you smiled at the two men seemingly still fast asleep either side of you. As much as you wanted to stay in the warmth of the blankets you needed to pee, so carefully and silently you pulled yourself out of the cocoon and slipped a discarded flannel shirt on, unsure if it was Henry’s or Chris’s, either way it swamped you and covered your panties and cami you’d worn to sleep in.

As soon as they’d heard the zipper of the tent close Chris had cracked an eye open to glance at Henry, a smirk on his face as he was greeted with an identical grin.

“Do you think she’ll go for it?” Chris whispered

“Yeah, you’ve seen her eyeing each of us, i think she’ll be up for some fun”

“You ready?”

“Dude, i have woken up with the biggest morning wood” Henry grinned

“Me too… so how’re we gonna do this?”

“I’m thinking the sleepy roll and cuddlespoon method ”

“Yeah that’ll work” Chris paused as he heard your heavy footfalls approaching the tent, winking at Henry before the two of them feigned sleep.

With your teeth chattering from the chilly morning air you reluctantly pulled the flannel shirt off before silently sliding back under the blankets, shivering as your body attempted to warm up until suddenly a warm chest pressed to your back and a heavy arm was draped over your waist. Your eyes sprang open and breath caught in your throat as you processed Henry spooning behind you, quiet snores coming from his lips. Before you could think any more on what the man behind you was doing, Chris let out a sleepy sigh and rolled towards you, his face resting on your chest as his legs pressed against your own. With your lower limbs crushed between both mens you shifted a little, lifting one leg slightly only for Chris to hum in appreciation as his hand rested on your thigh and lifted your knee over his hip.

For just a few minutes as the shock and tension had subsided you relaxed into the warmth of being sandwiched between them, but as the temperature started to rise under the blankets you shifted and started to wriggle, and that’s when you felt the first one. The first nudge as Chris pressed himself to your core and you could feel what the internet had lost their collective minds for. A rush of breath left your body as you fought the dilemma between a friend unknowingly grinding against you with the feeling of just how good it felt. With just the thin cotton of your panties and his boxers separating your bodies, you screwed your eyes shut and ignored the guilty feelings for just a moment as Chris rubbed his impressive hard on the length of your slit. When one particular rub grazed against your clit you let out a gasp and without realising arched your back, pushing your ass into Henry and discovering he was having the same bodily issue Chris was. A sleepy murmur greeted you as Henry’s hot breath danced on your ear, before he pressed closer and you felt his fat dick rut into the crease of your ass.

Was either man aware of what the other was doing? Should you say something? As these thoughts plagued your mind they were interrupted as two pairs of lips started to find their way around your body, Henry softly kissing your neck as Chris hooked one finger into the neckline of your cami to allow him to gently suck a hardened nipple into his mouth.

“Oh fuck…”

Two sleepy ‘hmm’s replied, bodies starting to move in unison as they all sought friction, and when you felt Henry’s warm palm smooth over your thigh and ass you let out a groan as he dipped his hand between your legs from behind and his fingers found their way beneath the elastic of your underwear;

“Chris, she’s fucking soaked”

“Lemme feel…”

Suddenly another hand slid down your stomach and the front of your panties, an appreciative moan rumbling from the Bostonian’s chest as he used your slick juices to coat his finger before rubbing circles again your clit;

“So she is… that’s good, gonna need to be real wet for us Babe… Hen, how many fingers you got in her?”

“Two at the moment” the Brit said as he pumped those two thick digits into your velvet cavern; “She’s so fucking tight…”

“Give her another one, need to get her ready”

You felt Henry pull his hand out before adjusting his fingers, only to feel the delicious stretch and burn as he carefully inserted three of his thick digits into your tight entrance;

“You ready?” he asked Chris as he worked his fingers in and out of you, and with a fluid movement Henry had pulled his fingers from you and your panties down your thighs. Chris’s hands were on your hips, lifting you to straddle his waist before he pulled his boxers down and positioned his dripping cock at your entrance, waiting for you to take the final step.

With your fingers splayed against the hard plains of his chest you sank down on him, feeling the wide head of his cock split your walls apart, the stretch almost too much despite Henry’s fingers working you open just seconds before;

“Oh fuck… Chris…”

“That’s it Babe, ride me, let me feel you fuck yourself on my cock”

Letting your head fall back you closed your eyes as you started to ride Chris, lost in the moment until you heard the sound of Henry spitting on his hand. Looking over you saw how he had pushed the blankets back and was now fisting his angry red dick, watching you ride his friend. Whilst continuing to ride Chris you reached for Henry who wriggled close enough that you could wrap your hand around his hot shaft. He sat up and kissed you, his tongue pushing into your mouth and dancing against your own before he sat back with a contented sigh just as Chris started to fuck up into you;

“Feel so fucking good Babe”

“Chris… oh my god…”

“Gonna fill you up with my cum, wanna see it dripping out of you before it’s Henry’s turn”

At the mention of his name Henry grunted, licking his lips;

“Mmm sloppy seconds… gonna need it to fit me in that tight pussy”

As Chris’s thrusts started to get sloppy you rubbed at your clit, your orgasm washing over you before you felt Chris push his hips up and stutter, the twitching of his dick deep inside you prolonging your orgasm.

Only vaguely aware of Henry moving behind you, it was when his strong hands grasped your hips and lifted you off of Chris did you let out a squeal of surprise, before he set you down on your hands and knees and ran a thumb through your folds;

“Chris, you gotta see this”

With a groan Chris moved, looking at his thick white seed dripping from you before he settled back down beside you, arms behind his head. 

Henry pressed his hand to your shoulders, pushing you down as he settled behind you, swiping the bulbous crown of his fat dick through your come soaked lips. You felt that notch as he lined himself up, and with a grunt he slowly pushed into you. 

“Oh fuck…” Henry cursed; “From the way Chris fucked you i thought you’d be loose, but fucking hell you’re tight…”

You were panting with the overwhelming feeling of being stuffed full by Henry, your words punctuated by breaths;

“You’re… the… one… hung… like… a… fucking… horse… OH FUCKING HELL… SO GOOD”

Where Chris had length and an impressive curve, Henry had girth and a lot of it, the sucking sound of him plugging your pussy from behind filling the tent and audible over your yelps and moans. 

“Love it when a girl is loud” Henry grunted from behind you, his hips digging roughly into your his as he punctuated each smooth thrust with a hard and deep halt, before doing it again. In front of you Chris moved, swinging one leg over your shoulders until your face was inches from his crotch and you felt his knuckle underneath your chin;

“Open up Babe”

Looking up you took in the sight of Chris sitting in front of you, his chest patterned with tattoos and coarse hair, his stomach firm yet soft now he no longer had to push his body to the limits of dehydration for Marvel. His dick was hardening as he watched Henry defile your body, and as he cupped your chin he guided your mouth open, gasping as your tongue and lips sucked on the mushroom head. 

Just then Henry started to thrust in harder, his hips harsh as they snapped back and forth and you were reminded that even though he was 250lbs of solid muscle he had the grace of a ballet dancer with his agility. With each push it sent you forwards to take just a little more of Chris into your mouth, before both men were grunting as they spit roasted you like a spit roasted pig at a county fair.

Your senses were overwhelmed, from touch to taste to smell to sound, the atmosphere in the tent was overwhelming and your mind could barely process it through the pleasure that was coursing through your veins. Henry was pulling a fierce orgasm from you and fucking you straight through it, Chris getting close as he cupped his balls and with a groan unloaded thick streams of cum into your mouth. You swallowed what you could but there was so much some dripping down your chin with a steady trail of spit. 

As Chris slipped out of your mouth Henry also pulled out, his strong arms flipping you over until he was on top of you, his mouth catching your own for a fierce kiss, no doubt able to taste Chris on your tongue but he was unbothered by that as he speared your body again. He widened his stance, his legs wide on the mattress as he ground his length into you, and you were completely surrounded by him as his teeth found your neck and he found your pressure points;

“That’s is Darling, let me feel you fall apart for me… felt so good squeezing my cock just a few moments ago, you can do it again, you feel so good…” he praised you as his hips worked serpent like magic between your thighs, the slow grind and push of his pelvic bone against your clit making you roar as your orgasm coursed through your body. You were thankful that the peak of your orgasm had passed when Henry finally reached his peak as to watch the man come undone was a sight of beauty; head thrown back, his mouth open as he let out a groan-come-howl, and you felt the violent spurts of him filling your womb with his cum.

When he was finally spent he bent down and kissed you, tongues and teeth before with a groan he pulled out and rolled to your side;

“You were amazing Darling”

“She was… and is” Chris added as he rolled towards you a kissed you softly, his beard tickling your face and making you smile; “I don’t know about you guys but i’m fucking starving now”

-

Having claimed the flannel shirt you’d worn earlier, that was all you wore as you curled up in a camping chair as Chris lit a campfire and started to make breakfast. Henry approached holding a steaming mug of coffee for you which you eagerly took, your teeth chattering as you started to regret not putting more clothing on;

“Cold? Scoot up and sit on my lap, i’ll keep you warm”

Quickly standing you let Henry take a seat in the camping chair before you sat on his lap, his body like a furnace even though he was just in sweats and a t-shirt. Sitting sideways on him he had one strong arm around your back, the other casually resting on your bare thigh as your legs were swung over the other side of the chair. 

You sat and relished the warmth from his body, the three of you chatting about work when you felt Henry’s hand slide between your thighs. Glancing at his face his attention was trained on Chris, his poker face only cracking when you saw the corner of his mouth tug up in a tiny smirk, glancing at you as Chris turned away and cocking an eyebrow as his fingers found your slit. 

“Shh” he quietly whispered as he slid two fingers into your soaked channel as his thumb found your clit, before he nonchalantly returned to the conversation with Chris. Soon you were writhing on his lap and you could feel the insistent nudge of his cock hard against your ass, so when Chris disappeared to the truck to grab stuff from the chiller Henry grinned at you;

“I need to be inside you… quickly…”

You stood and he pulled his sweats down just enough so his angry red cock sprang free, pulling you to sit on his lap, your legs closed as you stood between his outstretched thighs, and you slid down onto him, spearing your narrow channel with his girth. Chris wandered back holding the supplies;

“Eggs? Breakfast sausage?”

You heard Henry snort back a peel of laughter, and Chris paused, frowning;

“What are you two up to?”

“Chris, she’s already getting her breakfast sausage…” Henry lifted the shirt you wore and you parted your thighs, showing Chris what he was missing. The unmistakable twitch inside Chris’s sweats told you he was growing hard, and as you started to bound on Henry’s lap Chris simply leant and sat on the edge of the small camping table, squeezing himself through the fabric as Henry thrust up into you.

You let your cries and gasps drift on the wind as Henry slid one hand down your front and rubbed firm circles on your clit, his other hand cupping your chin and turning your head so he could kiss you, his stubble brushing against your cheek. He started to grunt and you could feel your orgasm sparking like electricity coursing through your veins, you were now so cock hungry you were begging for him to fill you up with another load of his cum as your body milked him. 

With weary limbs you lay prone across Henry’s lap, a smile on your face as you glanced at Chris who’s eyes were dark with lust as his sweatpants were obscenely tented. Groaning as you pulled off of Henry, your legs wobbled as you closed the distance between you and Chris, kissing him fiercely as he held your body to his so you could feel his hardness pressing against your stomach;

“Betcha getting sore now…” he mused

“Kinda”

“Bend over the table, let me make you feel better…”

Stepping around the table you bent over it, pressing your chest to the smooth surface, grinning at Henry who was now sipping his coffee as he watched you and Chris with interest. 

You heard the click of a bottle lid just as Chris flipped the shirt you still wore up so your naked ass was exposed completely, the cool trickle of oil over your buttocks followed by his warm palms smoothing the cooking condiment into your skin like a goddess at a Greek temple. His thumbs ran over the swollen lips between your thighs and the deep timbre of his voice resonated through you;

“Look at that, so much cum dripping out of you, our little fuck slut”

He slid two fingers into your pussy, before pulling them out and tracing them over your asshole, the oil helping the way as he breached your body and you let out a groan as he slid in easily. Moving his hand he managed to get his other two fingers into your pussy, stuffing both your holes before he grabbed the oil with his other hand and poured more onto your asshole, lubricating you for the inevitable. 

You felt him pull his hand free and he quickly yanked his sweatpants down, the wide bulbous crown pressing against your oiled rose before with a grunt he pushed in and breached your body;

“So fucking good, gonna pump your ass full of cum then Henry can do the same… if he’s got another round in him” he shot a glance to Henry as did you, the Brit raising his coffee mug as he watched his friend plunder your asshole.

“Gonna finish my coffee, and if you’re not done by then Evans you’ll have missed your shot”

With the challenge set by Henry, Chris started to rail you hard, balls deep in your ass as the quiet sounds of nature seemed to come alive as it fed off the carnal energy in its presence, until finally with a scream you came, an intense anal orgasm making you squirt and cover Chris’s thighs, before with a guttural cry he pushed in balls deep and unloaded a thick stream of cum in your bowels. 

You lay prone on the table, your body seemingly on fire as your mind was high on serotonin, watching through heavy lidded eyes as Henry stood and came round to stand behind you beside Chris.

Sucking in a breath Chris carefully pulled out, and the two men watched as a thigh glob of cum slowly slid from your gaping hole. Henry rubbed his thumb over your stretched ring as he pulled his sweats down;

“Gonna enjoy this… don’t normally get to fuck a girls ass, but if she’s already lubed and cum soaked i can just about squeeze in”

The blunt tip of his dick breached your body, and even though Chris wasn’t small, your body had to stretch even more to allow Henry’s girth into your dark passageway;

“So good… doing so well Darling…” Henry muttered as he smoothed his hands over your cheeks; “Fuck this is tight… not gonna last long…”

His powerful hips started to thrust into you, the suction of your body pulling him back in as he railed your asshole with you bent over the small table. 

“C’mon Henry, fill that little slut up”

“Almost… fucking… there…” he replied through gritted teeth, before pushing forwards one last time, filling you with another load.

“Did you…”

“Nah, just getting to that…”

You were hanging on the precipice, your orgasm so close as Henry pulled out and flipped you over, getting to his knees as he buried his face in your pussy, sliding two fingers into each of your cum soaked holes as his wide tongue lapped at your clit and be brought you to one final mind blowing orgasm. 

With everyone completely fucked out and sated, Henry wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you off the table and settled you on his lap, your body and mind overloaded from being fucked so well for so long. You quietly snoozed on his chest as Chris served breakfast, both men eating quietly as you slumbered, before an hour later you finally roused enough with your rumbling stomach to eat some toast.

Finally as they were clearing up you stood and stretched your limbs, before you quietly shed the now rather soiled borrowed shirt, and as naked as the day you were born you slowly walked into the lake, the cool waters lapping at your skin, soothing your muscles and washing away the evidence of your sin filled morning. 

Floating and looking back at the two men as the finished up and started to undress, you smiled to yourself; for your first time camping it was certainly a trip to remember.

[mercy-burning]

Your Favorite — Part 1

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: When Y/N comes home from college for the summer to meet her mom's new boyfriend, she finds herself in a rather tough spot when she can’t stop thinking about him— And it seems he feels the same... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Adults w/ age gap, masturbation (female and male), minor exhibitionism kink, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, breeding kink (kinda? i think? 😅) Word Count: 7.3k (do you see now why I had to make it a miniseries? alsdjfdk)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | MASTERLIST

DISCLAIMER: In this story, Spencer is dating Y/N’s mom while also having a sexual relationship with the reader herself. Because of that, there are obvious undertones of cheating, alongside some perv-y tendencies when it comes to a partner’s daughter. That being said, Spencer and Y/N’s relationship is consensual. However— If any of what I just forewarned is something that you think will make you uncomfortable while reading, please do not read! If there are any more disclaimers you think I may have missed, don’t hesitate to tell me! There is another post I made HERE with some disclaimers as well if you want to know more about what this story will entail.

NOTE: This intro is already too long, so I’ll just get this out of the way: you can find visual nsfw inspirations for this story over at @mercy-midnight, I’m working on a playlist for this story on my Spotify @/mercyburning, and I don’t know when part 2 and 3 will be out, but you can assume they’ll be here within the next few weeks.

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JUNE 5th

I hate my mom's new boyfriend.

For the past three months she'd been telling me about this new guy who's "The One" as if "The One" hasn't been like four other guys in the past two years.

And as much as I'd love for my mom to find someone to spend the rest of her life with, I don't believe she'd ever find Mr. Perfect at this rate. Unless she spent more than a few months with them at a time before dragging me home from college for a weekend to meet them, I really don't see it happening.

It just sucks. Because every time she does this, every time I return home, I see the glimmering hope in her eyes and the diminishing spark in his, and I know. I know it won't last, and her heart will be utterly broken within the span of a few months.

I always thought maybe she just had terrible taste in men.

But this time around, when I begrudgingly walk through the door of my childhood home for the summer and see my mother clinging to a man who returns that glimmer in her eyes, I know she's picked a good one.

And I hate him.

His name is Spencer Reid, and he's a retired FBI agent who teaches full time at local colleges now.

He greets me with a bona fide, radiant smile, unlike all the others before, and it sets my insides on fire. And when we sit down for dinner, he's polite (but not in a fake way,) and he seems genuinely curious about my studies and my personality and my relationship with my mother. And when dinner is finished he offers to clean up while Mom and I settle in the living room.

I see the way he looks at me as I leave, a gentle, closed-mouth smile and eyes that linger a little too long on my exposed legs before averting, a glint of shame pooling within them, and it only spreads that fire in my belly.

Maybe I'd been imagining the whole thing, because deep down I wanted him to look at me the way he had... But it's hard to tell when my brain is mostly setting off sirens, blaring "THIS IS WRONG! THIS IS WRONG!" on a loop with blinding lights.

And they're even louder when my mom wraps her arm around me and lays her head atop mine. "Well, what do you think? He's great, huh?"

She's so lovesick, it hurts. It hurts even worse knowing that all I can think about is his big hands wrapped around my throat while he fucks me into the squeaky twin-sized mattress in my bedroom upstairs.

But I can't tell her that, obviously.

And so I decidedly hate him. And I have no choice but lie to her face, embracing her joy and hoping that I'll be able to survive this summer.

"Yeah, Mom. He's really great."

JUNE 19th

It's been two weeks and I can barely stand to be in the same house anymore.

I try to keep myself busy by going outside, to the beach or for long walks in the park; but it's too hot for my liking, and our town is so small that unless I want to spend my time in the grocery store or one of the three bars on Main Street...

I'm stuck either outside where it's hot and uncomfortable, or in the house where it's also hot and uncomfortable.

We have air conditioning, of course, but that's not the problem.

It's Spencer.

I thought by now my little crush on him would have gone, but the longer he hangs around the house, the stronger my feelings for him grow. They're not romantic—nor do I think they ever could be given the fact that if anything serious really were to ever happen between us, my mom would disown me for the rest of my life and murder Spencer with her bare hands—but that doesn't make it any easier on me.

Every day he just exists, right in front of me with that tug-able mop of hair, those warm honey eyes, and his hands that never stop moving. I swear, it's like every time he breathes, his hands are breathing too, challenging me to try and stop them.

But I refuse to touch him. Because I know the moment I do, all will be lost. I won't be able to control myself anymore. And if I don't drop to my knees and try sucking his dick at the dinner table, I'm sure I'll blurt out how I can't handle it anymore and that I need him, and either way I'd be royally fucked.

Right now he's in the dining room, teaching my mom how to do a disappearing card trick. She thinks it's utterly charming that he can do it at all, but mostly that he's patient and willing enough to teach her. And normally I'd agree, but I can barely look at them without wanting to waltz over, grab his wrist, and suck his fingers into my mouth.

It's truly pathetic.

So I try to focus on the television just a few feet away. It's one of those rare instances where I wish our house was bigger, because while I don't mind having less wall-space between rooms, I do mind not being able to watch TV without the kitchen table in my periphery at a time like this. And I think about going up to my bedroom instead for a moment, but I'd have to go past the kitchen, and I just know Mom is going to ask if I'd want Spencer to teach me his magic trick.

And I most definitely do not want that.

In another life, maybe, where he isn't a hot professor and rather an average-looking dude who's way too into fantasy football... But not in this lifetime.

So there I sit, concentrating so hard on Family Feud that my face hurts.

When I hear a flutter of cards and joyous giggling from the other room, it's more than my face that hurts.

It's also my chest, churning and tensing at the hands of the green devil.

Fuck!

I barely even know this man... I haven't really talked to him because I'm afraid that if I try to hold a conversation I'll snap. He's literally just some hot older guy who's dating my mom, and still, my whole body twists and aches with envy when they do anything together, and it fucking sucks. Not only because of the jealousy, but it's also the fact that my mom deserves to be happy.

This time it's different. This time, she's really found someone who returns her every loving gaze, who makes her laugh, who's kind and genuine and not a total douche. She's happier than I've seen her in years.

And the one time she finally finds "The One", every waking second of my life is spent longing for him fuck me.

But it's only been two weeks.

And it's also been nearly two years since I got laid, so maybe that's just my issue...

I figure it can't hurt, so in a spur of the moment decision, I turn the TV off and sprint towards the stairs, right past Mom and Spencer before they can ask questions.

———

I hardly even register the dimness of the light inside the house by the time I glide up the steps, fumbling with the key and trying to make my entrance as quiet as possible. Though, because I'm so used to the dark by this point, the light—no matter how dim—nearly blinds me. The door shuts louder than I'd have liked, and I cringe inwardly, pausing as if that will keep anyone from seeing or hearing me. Not like it'll matter, considering Mom and Spencer are the only ones that are staying here and they'd also been the only ones aware of my plans for the evening.

Well, somewhat, anyway. I told them an old friend invited me out and I probably wouldn't be home until late.

Regardless, that instinct of trying not to get caught coming in late at night is stronger than common sense. Throw a little cheap beer and some shots into the mix, and it almost feels like I'm a teenager again.

The only thing different now is that I have a pool of some stranger's cum soaking my underwear and a man in front of me who stands like an angel. An exhausted, almost scruffy-looking angel more like, but my point still stands.

"You're up late," Spencer observes. It's a simple enough statement— not really judge-y, but I can tell that regardless of his knowledge of my coming home late, he seems shocked to see me coming through the front door right now.

And it's hard to look away from him. Just like it has been for the past two weeks. Still, I try, just barely avoiding his eyes as I cross my arms and fight the urge to clench my legs together. "I'm a whore. What's your excuse?"

Maybe not the best thing to say. But like I said, common sense? Gone.

"O—oh... Umm..." Spencer stumbles through his words, obviously stunned by my response, and the look in his eyes kind of makes me want to curl up in a ball and die from embarrassment. Still, I stand my ground and wait for him to continue.

He settles on a short, "I can't sleep," and then there's nothing else.

"Ah," I express. One syllable. I don't draw it out, I don't exaggerate it... This is the first real conversation I've had alone with him, and I've made it extremely awkward, so I sigh and take a few steps forward, trying to walk past him. "Okay. Goodnight."

I only make it a few steps before he stops me, his hand reaching out to tap my shoulder. "Wait—"

The touch makes me jump, and he pulls it away immediately as I turn to face him. My heart is racing at the speed of light, my panties are soaked through, and if I'm not careful that whole 'no common sense' thing is going to bite me so hard in the ass I won't have one left.

"Can I talk to you?" His voice is barely audible, and the gentle rasp it has to it seems to make me even more wet.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

"Look, I um... Your mom has been totally transparent with me about her relationships, so I know that she's been through a lot of them in a short amount of time... And I know that must be a little difficult for you. Especially now that I'm here... And you've been... distant. And I know that I don't know you that well, so forgive me if I'm assuming anything, but I just want you to know that I don't have any intention of making things difficult for you and your mother."

Too late, pal, I think bitterly, the gentle authority in his tone setting my insides alight. I'm positive that voice could get me to do so many things...

That's the alcohol and sex talking, Y/N, just shake it and move on...

He starts again, but I cut him off with a short wave of my hand. "Look, I... I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I had a really long night, and I'm exhausted. I just wanna shower and go to bed."

I expect more resistance, but Spencer only nods. I still can't bring myself to look him in the eye, though this time I catch his hands clenching at the bottom hem of his shirt. "I understand. Sleep well."

Without another word I turn on my heel and walk a little faster towards the stairs, and I'm about to take my first step when I realize he's followed me. His voice calls out my name softly from a few feet behind, and it stops me in my tracks regardless of my desire to get out of there as fast as I can. And then I turn around and finally look directly at his face.

Big mistake.

His eyes are on my legs again, trailing slowly upwards until he reaches my face. The light over here is dimmer, barely noticeable at all, though I swear I can see red forming on his cheeks.

"I like your dress," he says softly. It's almost meek, like he'd been afraid to say it but took a chance anyway.

It's such a random, small compliment, but with the alcohol and endorphins flowing through my body after the night I'd just had, it nearly makes me quiver.

It also makes me incredibly stupid.

An amused, almost sensual grin forms on my face as I make eye contact with him, and I feel myself throb at the way I can just barely see his throat move. He looks like a deer in headlights, afraid to make one sudden move.

"Turning to flattery to try and win me over, are we?" I say slowly.

I almost think he'll stumble over his words once more, but again he surprises me with a full answer. It's only three words but it's clear, and his voice is deep, and I want to fucking jump his bones right then and there.

"Is it working?"

This has to be the alcohol making me imagine things... I swear I didn't even drink that much tonight, but it has to be an obvious lapse in judgement. The drinking mixed with the sex mixed with the dirty thoughts I've been having about this man lately have to be what's making this feel real. It's all culminating into this one big fantasy (or delusion, more like), and all I need is to shower and sleep it off.

That has to be it.

So because there's no other reasonable explanation that my brain can conjure up, I take a chance and throw Spencer a wink before turning and sprinting up the stairs.

And it's that same seemingly undeniable reasoning for this illusion that doesn't keep my hands from wandering in the shower. Even though those warning sirens in my brain keep blaring, telling me that the common sense is still there for me to utilize, they're drowned out by my thrumming heartbeat and the repetition of Spencer's soothing, authoritative voice, guiding my movements.

Keep rubbing your clit for me, baby... Just like that, nice and slow...

Warm water cascades down the front of my body as I lean back into the wall of the shower, but that's not why I'm so warm. This heat radiates through my insides, spreading like wildfire and bringing out small whimpers and mewls that I know I'll have to contain in fear of waking my mom from her bedroom right next door.

But then the thought of her hearing me next door as I cry out her boyfriend's name only excites me more. I keep it quiet still, but just knowing that someone else is in the house while I'm having these thoughts right now (one of them being the object of said thoughts) is what finally brings me over the edge.

I finish my shower on weak legs, definitely overstimulated now, but also feeling even more tired. I know that the moment I lay down on my bed, I'll be pulled into the sweet, soft surrender of a deep sleep.

Nothing else has ever sounded so pleasant.

———

When I woke up that morning after, I was feeling surprisingly calm. Realistically I knew that my whole 'this has to be an illusion' montage had been less truth and more inebriated babble, and the longer I sat on it the more I thought it'd all turned out for the better.

Turns out, tipsily masturbating in the shower to thoughts of your mom's hot new boyfriend was a surefire way to get it out of your system, right?

Wrong.

It really had been okay at first. I thought about Spencer almost immediately, and yeah, he was still hot as fuck—But there wasn't this overwhelming desire within me to jump his bones when I saw him that morning, his hair messy and his hands clutching a cup of coffee while Mom made breakfast behind him.

But that good feeling I had about all of this? It lasts only about a split second.

Because the moment he looks up and sees me, the mug falls out of his hand and shatters to pieces. His eyes stay glued to me, even as my mother darts over to pick up the pieces of the ceramic that are scattered about the table and the floor. And when she turns back to grab a paper towel, he still stares at me, once again at my legs.

It takes me all of four seconds afterwards to remember that not only did I talk to him briefly last night, but I also flirted with him after he complimented me.

That whole part seemed to have slipped my mind when waking up, and now that his gaze is bringing me back to that moment, that 'this has to be an illusion' montage is starting to become larger than I'd remembered.

It isn't until he finally snaps out of it and starts to help my mom clean up the mess that I snap out of it, too, going back upstairs to clear my head and cool the heat radiating over my skin.

———

There's a knock at my bedroom door about an hour later, and it sounds different than my mom's usually quick two-knock succession. That means it's someone else, and unsurprisingly, my stomach tightens at the thought of seeing him again.

"Yeah?" I call out, turning in my desk chair and meeting Spencer's figure in the doorway. He's changed, a rather nice pair of slacks and a white button-up shirt clinging to his limbs.

"Can I come in?"

"Mhm," I say. I still don't know if I entirely trust myself to say anything more than a few words to him, and as he enters the room and sits on the foot of my bed, I wonder if he can tell.

He tries, really tries, to look me in the eye, but I know that it's hard. I've been in the same spot. And then he takes a deep breath before folding his hands in his lap.

"Y/N, I want to apologize... When we... talked last night... It was kind of weird, and then this morning wasn't really any better..." He can barely get out the words 'talk' and 'last night'... And then he avoids my gaze altogether, staring at the floor and trailing off, trying to put his thoughts together it seems.

And that's when it starts to click into place.

There's one thing that both last night and this morning have in common, and I've noticed it almost every time I've caught him staring at me. At my legs. It's happened almost daily since I've met him. And then, the night I come home clearly having just been fucked, waltzing past him, entertaining his fascination with my legs and then masturbating to thoughts of him in the shower, he finally starts dropping mugs.

He must also really feel something here. Something similar to my own feelings. And really, that should be a red flag, because he's my mom's boyfriend, and it's a goddamned fucking mess...

But fuck, it excites me.

I'm still wearing my pajama shorts, silky and lavender in color, and I use them to my advantage, slowly crossing one leg over the other and just barely gaining Spencer's attention back.

"Yeah, what was that, anyway?" I ask him, amusement dripping off my tongue.

I can tell from his reaction that he wasn't expecting me to ask. A few times he opens his mouth to speak and then closes it , stumbling before panicking. He's been pretty good so far at coming up with answers and explanations, so the fact that this time I finally seemed to have broken him down makes it all the more clear.

He must have heard me in the shower.

Right?

I'm almost completely positive that's what this is about. And there's one way for me to get the confirmation I'm looking for.

"So you heard me, huh?"

I try to keep my voice as plain as I can as not to give away my motives, and with my luck Spencer is so flustered that he probably wouldn't have even noticed it at all. He looks up at me, his eyes desperately trying to find something he can use to make up a lie, but in the end there's no use.

I've caught him. And he knows it.

"Yes," he whispers. He looks exhausted, guilty, and also a little like he wants to cross the barrier and kiss me.

Okay, maybe that part's just in my head. I really can't tell. But I do know that hearing me call his name out in the shower last night is what brought him to this point of severe distress. As much as that excites me, though, it also embarrasses me a little. Maybe if it hadn't happened we could have avoided further destruction.

It must read on my face, because Spencer perks a little. "Oh! Y/N, I'm not... I'm not mad or anything. I really didn't mean to overhear and invade your privacy... Really, I-I'm sorry."

The fact that he's apologizing to me right now, rather than acting all grossed out that I even did it in the first place, tells me he either feels guilty for not being able to help himself from hearing me, or he's just a good guy who loves my mom and doesn't want to ruin it because of a little mishap.

Either way, it's frustrating, because I don't know what to do.

Well, I know what I want to do, but I don't know if I should hint at it.

But then he does something. It's small, and no one would have noticed, but I've been fascinated with his hands since the moment I met him, so my eyes are instantly drawn there.

They're clenched so hard, his knuckles are nearly white.

He's nervous.

To ease his mind a bit, I hold off on poking the bear harder (though it's really tempting to see what will happen if I don't) and nod, trying to make myself look as apologetic and small as possible.

"It's okay... I... I won't make it awkward if you won't?"

His shoulders slump, and his body seems to relax. "Y–yeah. Yeah, deal."

He gets up off the bed and blurts one final apology before heading for the door, but that part of me that wants to poke the bear further makes me stand up and follow him.

"Spencer?" I call out.

He freezes and turns to face me, and I don't think he quite expected me to be as close as I am. I have to tilt my head up to look at him, and the angle gives me an added layer of this innocence I'm trying to achieve.

"I'm sorry, too..."

No the fuck I'm not.

Whether he can sense my lie or not, he doesn't show it. But I think he at least knows that I'm pitching my voice a little higher on purpose, and if that doesn't give it away, the way I'm staring at him sure should.

Still, he only nods and retreats.

All there's left to do is see what happens.

JUNE 25th

For someone who agreed not to make things awkward, Spencer sure can't keep his eyes off of me.

To be fair, I have tried to keep things fairly normal. I only really interacted with him if I had to, I kept my distance, and I saved my skimpier clothing for the strangers I was regularly going out to see almost every weekend.

My lustful feelings for him aren't as strong now that I've been getting some on a semi-regular basis and keeping myself occupied. I've been doing my part.

But I still can't shake him entirely.

Whenever he spends the night (which is surprisingly most nights), the occasional wet dream about him gets me frustrated when I know he's just down the hall and sleeping soundly next to my mom. On those days I try to cut as much interaction with him as I can, though it doesn't keep me from seeing the occasional stare he throws my way.

I wish I could say that I hate it.

But I don't, and it increasingly gets worse. It's only been a week, so there's still time, but honestly, I don't think there's any shaking him.

Today especially is one of those days where it's hard not to give into the incessant need to tease him and coax some stronger reaction out of him.

I talked to Mom earlier this morning about getting some new clothes, and she had this brilliant idea to have Spencer take me. "It would be a good chance for you two to bond a little, don't you think?" she insisted, nudging him in the side and silently pleading with her eyes for him to agree.

I could tell from the look on his face that he really wasn't ready to be alone with me again, but that only excited me.

"Yeah, I think that's a great idea," I piped up, positively beaming.

Mom was so excited for us to 'bond' and also that I was gladly inclined to go through with it that Spencer couldn't have said no to her even if he wanted to.

And I was pretty sure he didn't want to.

Yet here we are, sitting in the car, the air conditioning so strong it's blowing some of my hair into my eyes. I think it had been his way of punishing me for choosing today to wear a short skirt, something I usually refrain from nowadays unless I'm going out, and it makes me smile. I can't help it.

I also can't help the way my fingers play with my skirt, dying to tease him some more. I just want to see, to know for sure that I'm driving him mad.

"No offence, but you seem weird today... Is there something wrong?" I ask him, lifting my skirt just a smidge. The air from the car blows the fabric in waves.

"You're acting this way on purpose."

Well, I hadn't been expecting that answer... All this time he'd hardly been confrontative, and now he's full-on calling me out. It's plain to see that he's finally snapped, and I would have felt sorry about it if I didn't find it extremely sexy.

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N..."

My name on his lips is a warning. He's clearly annoyed, exasperated, and I'm loving every second. "Don't act oblivious. I'm not stupid, and neither are you. I don't want to make you hate me or anything, but you have to know where I'm coming from. I was willing to let the shower thing slide... And you said you were too, for that matter, so I don't know what's changed, but it has to stop now. Understood?"

Oh, all I want is to argue with him. I want to point out that none of this is really my fault because he's the one who hasn't been able to stop staring at me all summer so far. I want to tell him that if he wants this to stop he has to make it stop.

But that isn't going to give me any of the answers I'm looking for or further proof of my theory that he wants me just as badly as I want him. And I am not going to fuck this whole situation up by making a poorly-timed move on him.

I have to know for sure.

So, I fold my hands neatly in my lap, sigh, and look dead ahead. "Right... We said no awkwardness. I'm sorry."

Spencer seems to accept my apology and continues down the road.

When we make it to the mall I think he's calmed down. At least, he seems a little more comfortable around me, and honestly I'm okay with it. As much as his spiel in the car turned me on, it also exhausted me to the point of silence.

Even as we walk around each store in the mall, I just lead and he follows, not saying a word when I pick out a top or a pair of pants or whatever else I need. And when it comes time to pay, he takes the basket from me and pays for it with no question.

Near five bags of clothes later, I figure I could get used to this new dynamic.

But then we pass a lingerie store, and I remember that the main thing I'd needed was new underwear. I start to turn into the store, but stop suddenly, pausing awkwardly and deciding to go straight ahead instead.

"You don't want to go in?" Spencer asks.

I shake my head. "No, it's fine. I can just pick some up later, it's not a big deal."

He sighs then, nodding his head towards the sign. "If you need to go in, you can... I'll just wait out here if you're uncomfortable."

I really want to call him out, ask him if he's the one who should be worried about being uncomfortable. But so far this afternoon has been pretty decent, and I really don't want to make things any weirder than they have to be.

Besides... If my theory is right...

"Sure. Thanks. Uh, how am I gonna pay, though?"

"O—Oh... I'll uh... I'll just watch the counter and come in when you need me."

"Orrrr, you could just give it to me?"

This time I get a laugh out of him. "Not a chance. Go in, I'll wait."

I smile at him and hand him the bags to hold onto while I leave, and it fills me with absolute amusement that he'd just given me one more ounce of proof that I'm right.

He's gonna have to come inside and pay for what I bought. He could have just given me the card, and maybe he truly doesn't trust me with it (which I don't know why he wouldn't honestly), but he chose to come inside all the same.

I browse happily then, going through the displays and picking out things I need, but also things I know Spencer will like.

Specifically, I stumble on a pair of lavender panties, embroidered with flowery trim up top. The pattern from the outside is lace, but there's a thin layer of cotton underneath designed to be more comfortable to wear.

I've noticed that he can never seem to look away when I'm wearing anything, really, but it's more intense when I wear one of two things. Florals, and any type of purple. And these fit both of those bills perfectly.

Now there's just one more bill to take care of.

I stride over to the counter and turn around, finding that Spencer's caught my eye immediately. Either he truly had been paying attention to the counter the whole time, or he'd been watching through the glass, following me with his gaze to the best of his abilities. Either way, he blinks a few times and looks like he's gathering the courage to go in before actually taking any steps.

I laugh to myself, eager to gauge his reaction to this next step.

Surprisingly, he holds up well. The air between me, him, and the cashier is obviously awkward, but he doesn't say anything and barely looks at what she rings up. (I say barely because he tries extremely hard not to look at the purple pair I picked out, inadvertently adding another checkmark to my list of proof.) She tells him the total, he hands her the card, and within a minute, everything is in our possession and we're leaving the mall entirely.

I don't think there are any more steps to my plan today once we get in the car and I tell him thank you. (To which he responds a short and simple, Sure thing, and turns the radio on.)

But then there's a note taped to the front door, and it instantly gives me another one.

My Sweethearts,

I got called in on a work emergency and won't be back until 7. I would have called but I figured you were having a nice time and didn't want to interrupt! I'll bring home dinner, and then maybe you can tell me about how your day went. Can't wait to hear it!

XOXO,

Eve/Mom

I check my phone, seeing that it's almost 3.

Perfect.

But I don't want to give myself away too quickly, so I thank Spencer again for taking me out and tell him that I'm going upstairs to make sure everything fits right. He nods and lets me go, though not without lingering eyes. I can feel it.

The smile never leaves my face as I try all my clothes on. Once each article has been fitted, I throw it in a laundry basket and move to the next, until I get to the last piece.

The lavender panties.

As expected, they fit perfectly, and as I look at myself in the mirror I picture what Spencer would look like when he sees me wearing them.

That's right. When.

I throw back on my earlier outfit and grab the basket, acting as bored and normal as possible to find him sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book.

"Hey," I greet him, setting the basket in front of me once I reach the bottom of the stairs. "Everything fits good, I just need them washed now. Could you run these down to the laundry room for me? I think I'm gonna make something to snack on before Mom brings dinner."

It doesn't surprise me to see him look at my legs before my face, even if it is brief. I want to smile, but I hold back, watching him nod with a tight smile of his own.

"Sure."

He disappears and then I wait.

One...

Two...

Three.

I sneak as quietly as I can to the laundry room once I hear the washer door open. I hadn't specifically asked him to put them in the washer for me on purpose, and it looks like now he's doing exactly what I thought he might.

My head peeks around the corner, barely in his range of sight as I watch him empty the basket. He takes one item of clothing at a time and throws it in the washer, and halfway through the basket he stops, just to place a pair of my new underwear on the dryer beside him.

My heart races faster the more I wait for him to get to the end of the basket. Once he does, he pauses again, and I think I know exactly what he's looking for.

Still, he sets the basket aside and picks up the stray pair of underwear, a simple black cotton pair that I'd been getting for years, and drapes it over his hands. My thighs instantly clench, and I try so hard to remain where I am so I can see where he takes this.

He takes it straight to hell, apparently, tentatively pulling his dick out of his pants and gripping it firmly. I can barely see since his back is partially turned, but I see enough, and god he's so fucking pretty. My underwear dangle from his left hand while the other works slowly over his erection, a soft sigh falling from his lips.

I fight to let one of my own slip as my hand sinks down the front of my body, past the lavender cotton and lace that I know he just wishes he had right now.

And then, a few seconds later he's already coming, using my brand new underwear to catch each rope of it, and the sight nearly has me on my knees.

And because I want to catch him in the act, I quickly draw my hand away from myself and step into the room, barely giving him time to recover.

"You come fast."

Spencer looks utterly devastated when he turns to see me standing in the entryway to the laundry room, arms crossed and an amused smirk adorning my face.

"Y/N... I—I... I'm so sorry, I didn't... I..."

"Don't worry about it," I say, taking a step towards him and shrugging. "You heard me, and now I heard you... We're even. Besides, I... figured you might be looking for these."

He's still stunned, but he looks down all the same, watching my hands slip under my skirt and glide the lavender panties down my legs. I step out of them and hold the garment up on one finger, a soft smile still on my face.

"I picked 'em out just for you, you know," I tell him, tossing them past his face and into the washer. "I've noticed that you like purple."

This time he's quick to respond. "Y/N, we... We can't... This isn't right."

"Says the man holding my underwear soaked in his cum..."

He looks panicked again, extremely guilty, but if this isn't going to end in a total disaster, then I have to reassure him that I'm okay.

"Spencer, I'm not mad..." I take another step forward, and it feels much like trying to approach a wounded animal. I can see in his eyes and in his posture that this conflict is killing him, so I decide to show some rapport. "And I know... I know this is messy... I love my mom... And I'm sure you care about her a lot... But are we really going to ignore this? We tried that, remember? And now look where we are."

"I..." He swallows, shaking his head and trying to avoid my eyes. "I can't stop thinking about you... I can't..."

My hand finds his arm, and the light touch has him sighing out, an incredulous, breathy laugh escaping him. "Y/N, please... Don't."

"Don't what?" I ask softly, praying he won't turn me away. If he does, we're just back to square one, only the square is jagged, sharper than ever before, and in serious danger of injuring someone.

When he meets my eyes, I see nothing but a desire for something he knows he can't have. "Don't want me."

Now it's my turn to laugh. My knees start to wobble as I go down, keeping my eyes locked onto his, and I swear I see them dilate fully. I scoot in closer, sliding my hand up his leg and finding the words in my heart to finally say out loud.

"It's too late for that..."

My face moves closer, and the hand of his that doesn't currently hold my underwear flies down to gently tug at my hair, keeping me in place.

"If you do this... God, Y/N, I won't be able to stop myself..."

A smirk dances over my lips as I lean in, breath fanning gently over his exposed skin. "Don't."

He swallows. "Don't what?"

"Don't stop yourself."

I barely get the words out before his hand is completely pulling me towards him, and the second my lips press against the silky skin of his hard cock, he loses it completely.

His fingers thread through my hair as I kiss and lick my way softly up to the tip. Once I'm there, I swirl my tongue out and taste the small beads of cum that had remained after he came, a low, satiated hum radiating through my body and making him shiver under my touch.

And then I wrap my lips fully around the head of his dick, and there's no stopping the most beautiful sound I've ever heard come out of his mouth. It's a broken, desperate whisper of my name. The crack in his voice when he says it spurs me forward, and I take him deeper into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.

That's when he tosses my underwear in the washer and uses both of his hands to grab my head, roughly guiding me along his cock and fully taking control of my actions.

The fire in my belly doesn't ease up, not even once he's decided that he can't take it anymore and pulls me off of him harshly.

And that's only because now he's fully turned over, finally given into these desires that have been plaguing him presumably from the moment we met.

"I want you stripped and in your bed, on your hands and knees within the next five minutes."

I get up off the floor and walk up to him until our bodies are flush, my arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.

"What are you gonna do to me, Spencer?"

He searches my eyes, and his own grow dark with the purest form of sin I'd ever seen. And when his hands come up over the back of my legs, and under my skirt to grab my ass and pull me even closer to him, I can't help the little mewl that slips past my lips.

He smiles, and if it hadn't been for the grip he held on me, I would have fallen to my knees. "Little girl, when I'm through with you, you'll have to come up with some excuse to your mom about why you can't walk straight... Is that what you want?"

The mention of my mom should send me running in the opposite direction, but his threat only prolongs that fire in my veins and makes me want him even more.

I tilt my head up and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Do your worst..."

———

Turns out he was very true to his word.

Sitting at the kitchen table is somewhat of a relief, but I try not to walk around as much when Mom gets home. She'd asked me almost immediately if I was okay, and I told her I was just hungry and needed to eat something.

She seemed to have bought it, rushing to the kitchen to unpack the fast food she'd ordered for us. Over her shoulder, Spencer gave me a sly smile, and it took everything I had within myself not to crumble.

Through bites of food, I only half-listen to Mom telling us about the stuff she had to do at work because most of the words I'm hearing are in my head— A loop of endless dirty talk that plants deep into the soil of my stomach and spreads out through my whole body. It infects me, like the most beautiful poison, and I never want it to stop.

"Tell me, sweetheart, you ever let a man come inside you before?"

His weight on top of me coupled together with the heft of his voice has me whining out in pleasure, each snap forward of his hips over my ass as he pounds into me from behind the most delectable burn I've ever felt.

"Uh huh," I answer happily, twisting my head to feel his cheek against my own. "That night you heard me in the shower... I walked through the door with a stranger's cum soaking my panties... And you know what?"

He grumbles, his hips hitting into me harder as he waits for me to continue.

"I wished it was yours..."

My legs clench together under the table and I take a large gulp of water.

I feel something graze over my bare shin, and I already know it's Spencer's foot, a silent reassurance of his presence and that no matter what, he'll always be here.

"Here's what's going to happen..."

He has me on my back now, my legs hoisted over his shoulders and bent back so I'm nearly folded in half. His hips are flush against mine and I can feel his cock throbbing as he comes into the condom.

"You're gonna make an appointment to make sure you're clean... You're gonna make sure you're on good birth control... And then the next time I fuck this pretty little pussy, you're gonna really know what it feels like to have a man come inside you."

Right... Like I really need a reminder of his presence.

I can practically feel it still inside me, taking up every inch of space my body could provide. And no matter how long I go without seeing him, I have no doubt that it'll always remain.

"But that's enough about me, I'm sorry." Mom's voice shifts and breaks me out of my fantasy. "So, how did your day of bonding go? You have fun?"

Spencer and I share a look, a smile spreading over his lips that makes me smile in turn.

"Yeah, Mom," I say. "It was great."

He nods in kind. "Yeah... We'll definitely have to do it again."

His foot grazing over my leg under the table cements the unwavering smile on my face, as does the way my whole body burns at the memory of him fucking me upstairs only hours before.

I don't even flinch or get sick to my stomach when Mom reaches over and gives Spencer a kiss.

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