#truly awful. my poor baby. I think it got in his mouth

[sergle]

update on ugly boy: still ugly 💗💗💗

[deviouz]

. . . soft dom!peter headcanons !!

soft dom!peter is truly attentive. he lives for your pleasure, always going out of his way to give you exactly what you need, no matter what. he knows each and every one of your erogenous zones are, where to poke and prod to have you keening high in the back of your throat.

“yeah? you want me to touch right here, baby? don’t worry, sweet girl, i’ll give you just what you need, yeah?”

soft dom!peter who can’t stand when you go out of your way to deliberately disobey him or act bratty. he just hates to deliver punishments, but what choice do you leave him when you bark out such unkind insults with that sharp tongue of yours? it’s almost like you want him to bend you over his lap and spank all of that attitude out of you.

“just couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut, hm? god, i can’t stand seeing you cry, but i have to keep that attitude in check. now, don’t make this harder than it has to be and bend over.”

soft dom!peter who will sing you praise after praise until you’ve gone shy and whiny and feel light headed due to the blood rushing to your face. he’ll praise you at any given moment, whenever the mood arises, simply because he can, and he holds you dearly to his heart.

“there’s my sweet girl. you’ve been good for me today, yeah? ‘course you have, always so fuckin’ good for me. c’mere, baby, i think you deserve a reward.”

soft dom!peter loves how easily it is to get you all flustered and desperate for whatever kind of touch he’ll give you. he’ll get you all riled up, until your hips can’t help but move on their own accord, drooling cunt rubbing against his thigh like there’s no tomorrow. he’ll smile real sweet, hands dancing along your waist and hips, giddy at the thought of you coming undone yet yearning for more.

“c’mon, sweetheart, use your words and tell me what you want. aw, what’s wrong? is your brain too fuzzy to think clearly? poor thing, let me take care of you.”

soft dom!peter who holds your hands when he eats you out. tucked between two pretty and plush thighs, he’ll have you trying to push him away when it gets to be too much. you’ve already came three times, yet he hasn’t relented in the slightest. it’s almost like you can see his smirk as he peers up, face covered in slick and hair a mess.

“i think you’ve got one more in you, darling. you know i can’t help myself — you just taste too damn good, especially when you moan so prettily. be a good girl and give me another one, okay?”

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[strniohoeee]

make a sub!matt smut where matt is getting head from the reader and is whimpering like crazy asking if he's her good boy and stuff🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

How Good?

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt’s stressed, and Y/N wants to help him🥹

Warnings⚠️: THIS IS SMUTTTT, also Idk that I made him subby enough now that I’m thinking about it, but uhh it’s already written so enjoy LMAOO😭

Song for the imagine: Cherry Hill- Russ

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Matt’s been super stressed and annoyed lately. I presume it’s because of tour just ending, and him and his brothers having to start filming content back to back. I get it he was tired and just wanted to truly relax.

He would come back most nights just annoyed and wanting to play Fortnite. I know Matt’s usually non verbal about his issues at first, so I let him play, and then when he’s ready he rants to me.

I loved when he ranted I just sat there staring up at him in awe. Just all ears and all eyes letting him tell me his worries. I would respond back to him and let him know I was here for him. Then we would lay down while I rubbed my nails along his back and through his hair. Allowing him to melt into my touch as he would doze off.

But I wanted to give him more, and I wanted to please him. It was rare Matt would ever let me give him head. I didn’t understand why. Sometimes I had to beg him to let me suck his dick, so unfair.

Tonight was the same thing. He came home a bit stressed and decided to hop on the game. I was sitting on the bed reading a book as he played. Occasionally slamming his hand down and getting upset

He kept breathing hard and sucking his teeth. My poor baby, maybe I should help him. I started to think and a beautiful idea popped in my head. I would give him head and I wouldn’t allow him to tell me no

“Matt” I called out to him

“Yeah” he said still looking at the game

“Can you come over here” I said

“I’m in the middle of the game” he responded

“Please” I said

“I’m about to win one second please” he said sitting up

“FUCK YES” he said standing up from the table and getting excited

“You won?” I asked him

“Hell yeah I did” he said taking off his headset, and shutting the game off

“Can I now have your attention” I said

“Yes my beautiful girl, I’m sorry” he said coming over to the bed and leaning in to kiss me

“I want to give you something, and I need you to not say no” I said to him

“Okay?” He asked furrowing his brows

I got up from the bed placing my book on the nightstand

“Sit” I said pointing to the edge of the bed

Matt sat down still looking at me confused

“Whip your dick out” I said looking at him

“Why do you want me to whip my cock out?” He said laughing

“Because I want to suck your dick duh who asks that” I said looking at him in a dumbfounded way

“You don’t have to do that you know this” he said rolling his eyes

“Matt! I want to okay stop depriving me of sucking your dick. I want to take the stress off of my boyfriend, and what better way than to choke on your cock” I said laughing

“Dirty mouth” he said looking at me

“Are you whipping it out, or do I have to beg some more?” I asked

“Fine fine” he said putting his hands up

I went to get down on my knees but Matt stopped me

“Hold on” he said putting his finger up

He leaned back and grabbed a pillow placing it on the floor for my knees

“I don’t want your knees to hurt” he said looking up at me and smiling

“Such a gentlemen” I said kissing him

He slid his sweatpants down and I got down on my knees

“Mmm for someone who doesn’t want their dick sucked you sure are hard” I said looking up at him as I palmed him over his boxers

“Shit” he moaned out quietly

He lifted up so I could pull his boxers down allowing his cock to spring out. My eyes growing excited at the sight

“Baby you don’t have to do this” Matt said in a whisper

“Just shush and enjoy” I said grabbing his dick

As soon as I grabbed his dick his mouth fell slack and he shut his eyes letting his head fall back a little bit

I spread his pre cum from the tip down slowly, watching his body shudder. I started to jerk his dick slowly making sure I squeezed the tip

“Feeling good baby?” I asked looking up at him

“Yes oh my god yes” he said in a whimper

I looked up at him through my lashes to see him looking down at me with his bottom lip in between his teeth. Fuck he’s so hot

I licked Matts tip looking up at him to see him with his mouth hung open and his chest rising and falling deeply

I swirled my tongue around his tip before bringing my head down to take Matt’s whole length into my mouth

“Fuckkk” Matt whispered out

I came back up, swirling my tongue around his tip before going back down. My head bobbing up and down, hallowing my cheeks out

“Fuck you’re so good to me” he moaned out letting his head fall back

I continued to bob my head up and down moaning around Matt’s dick allowing the vibration to stimulate him more. I started to lick from the base all the way up to his tip before taking his full length into my mouth again

I allowed my hands to run up and down his thighs, taking my nails down causing him to get goose bumps. I grabbed Matt’s hand allowing him to run his hands through my hair

“You’re being such a nice boy” I said pulling away while stroking his cock

“Am I being a good boy for you?” He asked in a whimper breathing heavily as he looked down at me

“You are” I said licking my lips and going back to sucking his dick

“I can be such a good boy…FUCK” he moaned out grabbing my hair as I sucked harder

I pulled away and looked up at him “how good?” I asked stroking his dick

“Very fucking good I promise” he said licking his dry lips

“Mmmm I might let you cum in my mouth then” I said

“Fuck please please” he said looking at me with lazy eyes

I went back down to suck on his tip as I jerked his shaft.

He started to shutter and I knew he was cumming soon

“Are you going to cum pretty boy?” I asked jerking him harder

“Yes…fuck yes” he said

I started to bob my head faster as he hit the back of my throat causing me to gag

“IM GOING TO CUM OH MY GOD” he yelled out as his hips bucked up

I pulled away stroking his dick faster

“Come on, be a good boy and cum for me” I said licking my lips

He held eye contact with me as I stroked harder, his mouth falling slack as his lower abdomen contracted

“I’m going to cum” he moaned out rolling his neck and licking his lips

Within a few more strokes his thighs started to shake, and his mouth fell open

“OHHH myyy GODD” he moaned out as he came on my tongue

Painting my tongue in his white strips of cum. I swallowed looking directly into his eyes. His breathing was heavy as he came down from his as he looked at me with half lidded eyes.

“So fucking good to me” he said petting my face

“Always baby” I said getting up as he helped me up taking the pillow and putting it back on the bed

Matt pulled his boxers and pants up, huffing and laying back on the bed

I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, and I came back joining him on the bed

“Thank you baby. I didn’t realize how badly I needed that release” he said pulling me into him

“This is why you should always let me help you” I said kissing his cheek

“I love you” he said looking over at me

“I love you too” I said smiling before pecking him on the lips

The End

I hope you enjoyed this one 😭 I feel like I didn’t really write for the request, but I wrote it already so yall just gonna have to enjoy it LMAOO🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Slade has spent an awful long time toying with the bats especially Nightwing he even respects the little Robin after so long.

But there must have been some misconception along the way.

"Little Bird, don't think your living beyond anything other than my god damn mercy, your not your brother."

The wound on Nightwings leg must be giving him some trouble as he slouches stuttering out

"What..I don't get it, who."

Grabbing Dicks head grip tightening hard enough to leave reminders everytime his pretty bird looks in the mirror.

"You might be the oldest," stoking down to where the zipper lays on his costume.

"Yet, My Little Dove Rouges do not shake at the very mention of your name, more importantly you are nothing more than a pretty inconvenience and I don't need your bird gunning for my head I already owe him enough." Snarls out of his mouth.

His guns are loaded back, mask in place becon flashing so that the Bat can come get his eldest he turns.

"Slade wait" gasps Nightwing.

"What did, Jay do to earn that. What did you do for him?"

Oh his poor idiotic little protege

"Your little Red Hood is nothing more than a worthless street brat past his expiration. Only one of you pathetic little brats has actually made a mark beyond annoying your daddy."

"Damian than, I know you have tangled with him before." He sounds confused oh how delightful.

"I have to go little bird, your stalling is truly admirable but I don't feel like fighting your family, but again I find it fascinating that the worlds greatest detectives don't understand the wolf hiding under the sheep. You name all your siblings but the one who's impressive, who is almost a better villain than I." He pauses.

"I fight to win, why would I fight the Robin who would put me in a grave for daring to piss him off I have rules about killing clients it's bad for business after all." He can't help the laughter that slips through.

"You mean Red Robin don't you, I don't understand."

"He's Tim when would he have done anything with you, he avoids you like the plague." Growls Nightwing.

As Slade walks through the door throwing one last tidbit for Dickie to think over.

"Oh sweetheart, I avoid him and let's just say the streets tend to bleed when baby brother isn't happy."

He's already ten blocks away when the Bat descends to rescure pretty bird he whips out his phone sending a warning to his favorite Robin not even a second later it rings.

"How's my favorite boy wonder tonight"

"Really Dad, now I have bats on my ass you have to be fucking with me."

"No I just think it's time you come home, you can't tell me your having fun kiddo." Smile creeping on his face he never denied having a favorite child after all.

" Yah alright old man don't think I won't kick your ass for this."

"Always, I expect nothing less love you."

"Yah, yah New York midnight see you soon"

" Can't wait I got a billionaire waiting for you Renegade"

He hangs up, he wonders how the Bat will handle this or better yet how betrayed the heroes will be after his son is done only time will tell. 

[the-offside-rule]

Daniel Ricciardo (Alpha Tauri) - It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas

Prompt: It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas

Warnings: nope

The snow fell delicately to the ground in Woking as the Ricciardo children  ran around, gawking into each and every toy shop window and their parents Daniel and Y/n walking right behind them. "Mummy! Look at that one!" The oldest child, Gracey gasped, pointing in at a huge doll. "Isn't she so lovely? You could write to Santa and ask for it maybe?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Or daddy could buy it for me now! He has loads of money! He drives cars mummy!" Both Daniel and Y/n's mouth hung open. "Where did you get the cheek, Gracey Ricciardo?" Daniel asked, picking her up in his arms. "Mummy says I'm just like you so maybe you?" He laughed at her witty response. "Come on,

"Gracey? Can you be careful with Joey please?" Y/n asked as she took the little boy from his pram. "I will mummy. I'm his big sister now!" She announced proudly, taking his mittne covered hands and leading him out a bit to teach him how to make snowballs. Daniel and Y/n walked behind them, smiling on. "Don't you just love the Christmas holidays?" Y/n asked as she linked arms with her husband. He let out a sigh. "I just can't wait for school to start again." Daniel whispered. Y/n slapped his chest lightly. "I'm messing with you." Daniel laughed. "You better be! I hate seeing them going every morning." Daniel pulled a face. "And why is that?" he asked."I don't know, it means I'm all alone because you're either at the factory or at races."

Daniel looked at her worried. Back before they had two kids, they were always free to do whatever they wanted. She always had Friday to Sunday off work so they could always go to races together but now they had the kids, they had a life built for them in England so to bring them to different places every week could mess with them but maybe, just maybe, it was time to bring them along for once. "Do you think you should start going back to races then?" She looked up at him. "Well, I'm not sure. I-" Y/n was interrupted by her husband yelping as he felt a snowball hit the back of his head, the water trickling down his back. She giggled as she saw his face all scrunched up. "Which one of you threw that?!" The two children began laughing and before they could answer, Daniel was chasing after them.

Y/n sat on the bench, with the pram. She watched her little family running around, laughing. Their laughs reached up to the heavens and filled the skies. It was a truly merry sound. She spotted her little boy, Joey waddling towards her in his blue coat and mittens. "Aw, what's wrong my baby?" she asked, picking him and hugging him. "Th-now." He replied. He meant to say snow but he had a slight lispe. "Aw, does my baby not like the snow?" he shook his head. "Aw. Poor baby." she cradled him before looking back to Gracey and Daniel. He began rolling a lump of snow, presumably to make a snowman. "Look at that! Daddy and Gracey are going to make a snowman!" Joey looked over and blinked a few times before excitedly pulling away from his mother to run and join in building the snowman.

"Having fun?" she called over. Daniel showed her a mischievous grin. "Oh no, don't you dare!" She warned. Then, Daniel, Gracey and Joey charged at her with huge snowballs in hand. She began sprinting like her life depended on it but eventually, she got tired and Daniel caught up to her. "No Daniel! No-" She shrieked as the snow slammed onto her head and drizzled trickled her back and to add insult to injury, she felt two mini snowballs attack her legs. "Daniel." she whined. "That wasn't nice." He helped her shake the snow off. "You're alright, you're alright. We're sorry." She shook her head. "That was shocking behaviour Daniel Ricciardo." she said. "Come on, we'll go home. It's freezing." Daniel suggested, picking up Joey and putting him in the pram and Y/n taking Gracey's hand to start their walk home.

Once they finally did reach home, Daniel and Y/n closed the door and felt at ease at the warmth of the house made them feel better already. "You look quite handsome in that coat." Y/n said, pulling him in by the collar of the black funnel neck coat. "I might wear this coat more often then darling." He grinned as his lips met hers in a soft kiss. "Aren't you just so considerate?" Daniel hummed in response. "I'm pretending to be Santa." She pecked his lips again. "That would make me Mrs Clause, wouldn't it?" He thought for a moment. "I don't know, I like the sound of Mrs Ricciardo better." Her heart rate quickened. "That was smooth." she chuckled. "It was. I had to think about it too." The pair burst into laughter.

"Come to the first race of the season with me." She let out a sigh. "What about the kids?" she asked. "Bring them too." She looked at him. "Are you sure?" He nodded and curled his arms around her waist. "Of course I am. There's nothing I'd love more." "Okay, we'll go." He smiled, still holding her close. "Oh look." He pointed up, showing off a piece of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. "You know what that means." She nodded and slowly but surely leaned in further until their lips met. "I love you." Daniel whispered.

"I love you too."

[tohokuu]

phantom regret - choi san

tumblr is based off of reblogs, not likes. please reblog my work.

warnings : public sex. fingering. degradation. dumbification. marking. one use of daddy. one mention of weed.

wc : literally i’m half asleep idk

a/n : i keep listening to dawn fm

something about san shoving you in a bathroom stall while you’re at the club. hiking your little mini dress up because he couldn’t stand you getting so fucking close to wooyoung and yunho.

“princess, seems like you don’t know who you belong to.” while he’s snaking his fingers around your throat and pulling your panties aside but oh !

no panties ? what a fuckin whore you turned out to be !

theres a glint in san’s eyes when he feels no panties. his hand getting tighter around your throat as he presses against you. his dick rubbing against your thigh.

“it’s like you were planning on fucking someone other than me tonight.”

your eyes teared up. “n-no, sannie. swear it was an accide-“

but poor you :( making stupid mistakes even now.

“an accident ? baby, im pretty sure i don’t accidentally forget to wear boxers on my way to work.”

you didn’t even have a chance to respond before he plunged two fingers inside you. they curled perfectly to rub against the spot inside you. your knees felt like jelly and if it weren’t for san holding onto you, you would’ve fell right to the floor.

your tongue long lolled out and eyes went cross. truly looking stupid for your sannie. his blonde hair was painted pink and purple under the club bathroom lights. sweat ran down his brow and glitter coated the lids of his eyes. he looked ethereal even when he was beyond pissed at you.

“so fucked out already ? just over my fingers.” he babbled on and on about how you were so stupid for him. you tuned everything out, just listening to best friends playing in the distance, his heavy breathing, and the embarrassing squelch between your legs.

his thumb rubbed your clit furiously as he bent down to mark you. red splotches blooming like spider lilies on your neck and shoulder. your eyes rolled back as your orgasm got closer.

“s-sannie.. ‘m so fuckin’ close, baby.” you moaned, squeezing his shoulders a little tighter. “are you, baby ? i can fuckin feel it.” he responded back.

your orgasm got closer and closer, beginning to feel like you were going to be hit by a wave of euphoria. your hips shook in his hold, eyes rolling back and nails digging further into his shoulders.

“san ! san, th- think ‘m gonna cum.” you cried out. his circles got faster, rubbing over your clit as he was determined to make you as fucked out as he wanted. you couldn’t shake ass for yunho and then act like an innocent baby in front of him.

“yeah, cum for me. cum all over daddy’s fingers.”

just as he asked, you came all over his fingers. you wet even the insides of your dress and the edges of his cuff. your eyes rolled back until all you saw was white, a high hitting you better than any weed you and san smoked together.

you left crescents on his shoulders, hips shaking uncontrollably as he continued to rub you through your orgasm.

“aw, you came so much.” he giggled. “slut.” he spat right after, putting his fingers inside your own mouth, making you taste your essence.

you licked it all up like a good girl, knowing he’d be mad if you didn’t. “what a cute doll.” he told you. san kissed your cheek, pulling you into him as you hung limp from the orgasm, unable to act out any longer.

just what he intended to do.

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[sometimesoliloquy]

The Handmaid’s Tale 5x06 “Together ” (or, “Warm Milk and Murder”) 👀

I’ll be honest, the first draft of this recap/review just read “NIIIIICK” with a string of heart-eye and water gun emojis. Second draft was “This episode could have been the last 15 minutes”, and I stand by that.

However, that is not what we were given,  so into the  scary kidnap van with June and Luke we go. Luke tries a trick he saw once on Dateline where a girl kicked a car tail light out to escape, and June’s like that’s nice honey, maybe just save your energy. They get their fake No Man’s Land Gilead mugshots taken and June reminds these Gilead(?) goons (and us) that she is a bad ass and is of NOBODY, motherfucker.

Then we’re once again at Serena’s prison the Wheeler’s house, which I swear is reminding me more of the Murder House in the first season of American Horror Story by the minute. Good morning, Serena! Today with your green breakfast smoothie you get a side of creepy surprise gyno house call! Lucky girl, as Aunt Lydia would say. Up the Vertigo staircase they go, to the reveal that the W's have set up a full birthing suite in the attic, which is totally normal and not creepy at all, and the good doctor is very excited to get her up in the stirrups and take it for a test drive.

(Just for me, huh?)

Dr. Egregiously Inappropriate proceeds to casually discuss Serena’s perineum and which essential oils from his MLM she should use to massage it with. Five seconds after being knuckle deep in her cervix, he asks her to dinner, because romance is not dead (generally the dinner part comes first, pal!). He humble brags about the mean cedar plank salmon  “his martha” makes, giving us another small, disturbing glimpse at the wider pseudo-Gilead community outside of the Wheeler’s creepy mansion. Just how wide is it, I have to wonder? This scene also echoed back to the creepy doctor in s1 who called June “sweety” or “honey” and offered to bone her on the doctors table “help her out” (gag). Before he finally got the dinner invitation out I really thought what he was going to ask Serena was if he could be next in line to impregnate her (really I guess the end goal for him is the same, though).

I’m going to have a hard time ever getting that image out of my head, but at least it gives us Serena delivering the line “I’m not going to date my gynecologist”, which is the most reasonable thing that’s ever come out of this woman’s mouth in her life and that’s a fact. Unfortunately, Mrs. W does not agree, Serena simply cannot be a slutty single mother and she is grounded until she finds herself a nice respectable husband baby daddy like Dr. McCreepy. GO TO YOUR ROOM, young lady. The irony probably lost on her (or maybe just once again overshadowed by self-pity), Serena sadly slinks off  to her cell bedroom to cry under the looming crucifix, probably not thinking at all about how she absolutely reveled in doing the exact same thing to June (and I’m sure June’s predecessor). I am a little confused by Mrs. W’s strategy here because I thought handmaids couldn’t be married, but I digress.

Meanwhile, Aunt Lydia is extremely disappointed to hear that poor Esther’s UTERUS HARVESTING (fucking excuse me?) has been canceled. It’s very upsetting because she was just sure Esther’s been looking forward to this all week! But it seems that said uterus has already been “filled with his divine light” which is confusing to Lydia because Esther’s not yet been posted, and confusing to me because “divine” and “light” are the furthest words I would use to describe anything coming out of Warren Putnam. After she’s done victim blaming the 15 year old rape victim (but what was she wearing?) she declares it is JUST AWFUL that Warren raped Esther in that way, because if there’s one thing Lydia knows it’s that there is a proper time and a place for rape and that was NOT IT. It’s truly egregious that he did not wait the one day’s time to legally rape her at the right time, because this is definitely the problem here. Esther understandably freaks the fuck out at Lydia and continues to writhe and scream in pure despair, and my poor darling damaged murder-child, if they keep doing horrible things to you or kill you off, I swear I will riot on their front porch while they are trying to watch the latest episode of HoD.

Aunt Lydia rushes to deliver the news to Commander Lawrence, who has the nerve to not be outraged, and engages in his current favorite pastime: dropping truth bombs of the hypocrisy of the Gileadean system she’s enforced and facilitated all these years. He has a point but she’s not quite ready to hear it (it’s gonna be a long road, I think) and she storms off in a cloud of righteous indignation, leaving JLaw “TO IT.” Despite being unmoved by Lydia’s morality play, we can see the wheels turning in that mysterious noggin, and he apparently decides it’s time to invite his good buddy Warren over for drinks to congratulate his raping of a child pending fatherhood.

Back in fake NML Gilead, Luke and June have been locked in (according to June, quite spacious, actually) cages and Luke will not shut the fuck up about how fucking CRAZY this shit is, and I’m not sure what kind of amusement park he thought Gilead actually was but finally June says what we’ve all been thinking for the last 5 minutes and tells him to please shut the fuck up (KEEP YOUR FUCKING SHIT TOGETHER, LUKE). He laments not being able to “be that guy” to swoop in on a white horse and save her or something, and wishing that he had been there with her (no, you don’t, trust me!), still somehow not getting it that she doesn’t need a man to save her but ok. I have to assume that he’s thinking of Nick (and Serena’s words) here. The thing is, for all her ill intentions, Serena’s phrasing was actually quite accurate: June had “Nick’s support”, not Nick to save her.  I do think actually that Luke was trying to convey a similar sentiment, but it’s so interesting and telling to me that his wording seems to consistently center his feelings around himself, and around an idea of protective ownership that screams of benevolent sexism. Anyway, they say some more sentimental stuff that I don’t quite buy and flirt to pass the time. The goons come back and of course as soon as June tells Luke what not to do, he immediately does it. He tries to break free and run away (um, where?), and immediately they viciously beat him (the “he’s not resisting!!”, was rough to watch… damn, constant parallels to awful events in irl America).

Later that evening in real Gilead, Lawrence, Nick and Putnam cozily clink glasses by the crackling fire, and Putman talks about how much he loves raping women and children the perks of his job. In fact, he wasn’t even thinking about conceiving a child and the subsequent benefit to his career, he did this purely for the joy of raping his work, that is how dedicated he is. He (thinks he) gets a dig in at JLaw, wondering what’s the point of even being a commander if you’re not going to rape anyone take advantage of the perks?  Nick is once again having a real hard time controlling his face, but he manages to get out some Gilead double speak, and JLaw does some very pointed double speak, as Warren continues to fail miserably at reading the room.

The next day, in Canadian wanna-be Gilead, Mr. Wheeler summons Serena to his study.  She thinks it’s about her quarrel with Mrs. W, but LOL woman, he has not the time for silly female squabbles. He tells her his men have captured June, and  he’s going to have Ezra execute her in NML since Gilead keeps fumbling the ball. Serena looks... concerned? upset? I don’t know, their relationship is weird. But she also sees here an opportunity: the enemy  of my enemy is my friend as they say (or at least she can be for a hot second until they go back to enemies again, I guess). She begs Mr. W to let her tag  along, saying that she wants to watch June be killed with her own eyes. Mr. W is super turned on moved by this and just like that goes from “absolutely not” to “yeah ok”.  She can’t get the fuck out of that house fast enough as Mrs. W trails  nervously, looking a little suspicious. From the looks of it she starts having contractions in the backseat so let’s hope Ezra is a fast driver...

June and Luke have been laying on their cage floors for god knows how long at this point. Luke is pretty fucked up, and June blames herself. She apologizes to Luke for not stopping him from coming (”You didn’t know how bad it could be. I did.”) but he insists it was his choice. He wants to be able to at least say goodbye this time, and June, sensing that he is giving up hope, gives him a pep talk that includes a pretty good impression of Daniel Day Lewis in Last of the Mohicans (Stay alive, no matter what occurs! I will find you! No matter how long it takes, no matter how far. ! I WILL FIND YOU.) It didn’t quite ring true to me, but seems to work with Luke, bolstering his will. Then the goons are back and dragging them off in separate directions, onto separate vehicles. June yells frantically after him and despairingly mouths “I’m sorry”, still feeling responsible.

Naomi and Warren are just trying to have a nice brunch at the country club when a bunch of guardians roll up before they can even finish their eggs benny and bottomless mimosas (RUDE). An alarmed Naomi prances down the stairs after her wayward husband as he is dragged and deposited quite satisfyingly at the dress-shoed feet of our two favorite commanders. Nick recites Warren’s crimes in a way that makes “apostasy” sound like something I very much want to do, and then it’s Lawrence’s turn to quote some apt scripture to silence Warren’s self-righteous whining. Not to be outdone by his late buddy Fred, WP gets his “but I’m going to be a FATHER!” moment, but somehow Nick is not moved and proceeds to blow his despicable brains out. Crows caw in the distance (at least that’s what my subtitles are telling me, I can’t really hear over my own cheering).

(Pls send help.)

Back at the Blaine household, however, Mrs. Blaine is not so impressed. Apparently she is cool with her husband facilitating the death of rapist commanders as long as he specifically is not the one to do the dirty work (what, he changed his shirt at least!). I get that her religious beliefs probably include “thou shalt not kill” and that it would be startling (especially for a seemingly gentle soul like Rose) to hear that your husband just shot an acquaintance point blank in the head, but in this case I can’t help feeling like it’s something akin to being horrified at the sight of someone snapping a chicken’s neck, and then going home to enjoy some nice breaded tenders. She worries about “the kind of person it makes him” and Nick implies he’s doing it for their CHILD, casually giving Rose’s pregnancy reveal(??) and looking just overjoyed to be a father to be, as we pan out on the truly uncomfortable silence of two people sitting as far away from each other on a couch as physically possible. Sorry Nick, darling, you truly deserve a hero’s welcome. June would have got it (and so do I, call me).

A bit later that day, Aunt Lydia takes the girls on a fun field trip to the wall where Warren’s body has now been strung up on display. She tells them this was justice and then shoos them home for a nice cup of warm milk before bed. She’s been wielding the wall as a warning to “her girls” for years, of course, but we see a slight shift in tactic as the new woke, softer, kinder slightly remorseful Aunt Lydia now uses it also as a vow of reassurance, that she will protect them from abuse from corrupt commanders (as long as they behave), and of course make sure they only get raped at the proper time and place. Janine lingers staring at the limp body of her abuser and says “I wish I could have watched” (me too, girl, me too).

June is on the school bus to hell Gilead with a bunch of other poor souls, and (praise be!) the inner monologue is back, as June reflects on meeting her imminent end, and the unexpected twists and turns of life. The bus stops and Ezra shows up to call her out of class and go to the principal’s office. BOOM, here is your twist, June, the principal is Serena (of course, eyeroll). And she is pissed. But she also has a plan. With the magical powers Serena apparently possesses over anyone with a penis, she convinces Ezra to let her be the one to shoot June and he gives her the gun (not sure why would he think she even has any idea how to use it?) and unties June, also at his queen mistress’s demand, so she can pray. June is like FINE, BITCH, but then sincerely prays for her daughters, for their children: “may they do better than we did.” Serena was either duly moved, or this was her plan all along and she just wanted to make June sweat a little first (which I suspect), because she shoots Ezra instead and orders June to get in the car and DRIVE, bitch, before she has this goddamn baby right here on this dusty ass road. June’s like Jesus WTF is happening, oh hell I guess we’re doing this now, and off they race into the sunset, Thelma and Louise style. For a second I thought June would do an ode to Emily and run over Ezra on the way out, but no, they leave him merely winded thanks to his bullet proof vest, and surely about to give chase/run back to his boss with the bad news.

...

So. “Together”. Obviously Serena and June are together at the end of the episode (and about to get into some birthing hijinks from the look of it). Nick and Lawrence are continuing to work together to methodically dispatch Gilead’s corrupt and further Lawrence’s agenda (whatever that is). I suppose Aunt Lydia and Lawrence are also working together, albeit in a very dysfunctional (and very frustrating for Lydia) way. Aunt Lydia and Janine, it seems, will work together to protect handmaids (from unsanctioned abuse, at least). And then we have June/Luke and Nick/Rose.

Nick and June’s marriages parallel each other in an interesting way this episode. The two couples are physically “together” (well ok, maybe not Luke and June at the end), but in their  trajectory and mindset, miles apart.  Neither Luke nor Rose fully understand the brutality of Gilead, both having I think been spared/sheltered from the worst of it, and because of that, Nick and June each now find themselves very much alone.

Nick retreats to his stoic mask and inner shell in the wake of Rose’s disapproval, but the sense of loneliness and longing for understanding in this moment is palpable. He already doesn’t think of himself as a “good person” and this seems to be a reminder of how little his wife really knows him. Despite his underlying shame and feelings of unworthiness though, he is actively trying to set some things right, and as much as he would never admit it, it must hurt to be so misunderstood here.

On her end, June finds herself for the majority of the episode alternately instructing, reassuring, apologizing and worrying about Luke, who is experiencing his first small taste of Gilead’s inhumanity and is woefully unprepared for it. She knows she has to stay strong for him, and she must feel alone in this and in feeling the responsibility for their safety and survival, for Luke’s safety and survival, squarely on her shoulders.

Nick and June are both without the person who would understand in each of their respective situations, and would actually be able to provide comfort and support: each other. In contrast to their married spouses, they are physically apart, but mentally and spiritually on the same page. They’ve been through war together, they know the brutality of the enemy, and they’re willing and able to wield brutality back against it, whatever “kind of people” that makes them, because they know it’s the only way that works here.

So hopefully, we can stop playing games, get these two together, and get this revolution going, ASAP. May the lord open.

[tojikai]

Drama, Pregnancy, Cheating, Trauma, and Mommy Issues. OH HOW I MISSED THIS STORY.

(I'm apologizing now because for each chapter I'm genuinely just going to send a long ask of my thoughts and reactions that I had while reading. Beware.)

Chapter: IX

The mommy issues and trauma really shone through during this chapter. Hate how I could relate. It truly sucks having a parent who's a good person but a bad parent. Y/N love please get therapy. If not for yourself at least for your baby. You deserve to have some peace of mind. Especially after everything she's gone through.

He’d only choose you if she wasn’t one of the choices. MA'AM. You can't keep throwing sentences in here like this. You keep breaking my heart. That just hurt 🥹

Imma need Rie to shut up and not start stuff. So glad she kept her mouth quiet when talking to our mother. But she genuinely needs to realize that the person at fault is not y/n. It's Hoetoru's. He was the one in a relationship. He cheated when he was in a relationship with Y/N idk why you thought he'd be loyal with you but whatever.

When I tell you I cheered when she said you're not my boyfriend. GET HIM GIRL.

I've never liked Suguru but I like your version of him. He makes me feel things and I quite frankly don't appreciate it 😭. I just keep thinking about those tattoos. Especially when he rolled his sleeves up at the bar. IT'S NOT FAIR.

Not Hoejo saying you locked him out like he lives there or something. My guy go home, she don't want you. Be like Elsa and let it go.

Please tell me that this is the beginning of a budding romance between y/n and Suguru because honey that would be a plot twist. She never gets back together with Hoetoru, her baby has 3 parents who are all present in their life and everyone gets therapy. I feel like that's not gonna happen though. I'm going to be sad by the end of this series aren't I? Sigh.

Why does he need to know about y'all's business? Y'all are two grown adults who did a bit of the Devil's Tango. It happens. Hoejo don't gotta know what y'all be doing on the down low. You're still gonna tell him aren't you Geto? Please don't.

I need Gojo to stop acting like a boyfriend and start acting like a father. All you need to do it take care of Y/N and the health of the baby. All this other mess is extra. We don't need extra. We need you to be a responsible adult for just one day. I know it's hard for you hun but at least pretend or something.

I JUST KNOW HE ISN'T TALKING. I had to sit away from my phone after Hoetoru got mad at Geto. He really said I know I'm not her boyfriend but.... That's when he should've stopped talking but no he just had to keep going. 🤦🏽‍♀️ You mad? Aw poor thing. Could've all been avoided if you just drove her home and let it be.

Maybe it's just me. But I don't see anything wrong with what y/n did with Suguru. Maybe it's just my fury toward Gojo distorting my values but honestly I'm not seeing how this is a betrayal. But whatever, if y'all feel guilty i can't do anything about that. But I promise you that this betrayal is nowhere near as bad as what Gojo did. But to each his own. Y'all are better than I'll ever be.

HOW COME GOJO GOT TO PUNCH HIM? SKIP YOUR FEELINGS HOE! THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU DIDN'T CHEAT. I HATE IT HERE.

Previous sentence cancelled Geto got to punch him too. Oh nononono please I can't, don't make me cry. I loved her first. *Sobs loudly* Suguru is a true friend and even if he doesn't get y/n I hope he gets some closure.

I think it's interesting how Gojo and Geto are like 2 sides of the same coin. Both are willing to go through heaven and hell for this woman to be happy. However, Gojo is selfish while Geto is more selfless. Gojo keeps trying to force something despite the discomfort and pain that he's causing y/n. When Geto was just willing to let his feelings go because he knew it'd make things easier in y/n. I'm sure there's some people out there who'd love having a partner like Gojo who's willing to fight. But sometimes the best course of action is letting go. Especially if it's for the happiness of the person that you love.

He poured his heart out to you and you still... I don't have the energy to be mad at you anymore. I'm just done.

Oh that ending. Way to keep us on our toes.

I think the main reason why I love this story so much is the way you write makes me so emotionally attached to these characters. If only Gojo didn't cheat. If only Geto didn't give up on his feelings towards y/n. If only Gojo didn't drive Rie home that day. If only. If only. If only. It breaks my heart knowing all the possible outcomes and how this story's ending is most likely going to be bittersweet. But I can definitely tell how much you love what you're doing and how hard you've worked on this. This takes a lot of skill, time, and energy. So thank you. I'm gonna cry so hard when I get to this epilogue.

wow omgg i really enjoyed reading this !! it's nice to read a new perspective about what yn and geto did. gojo's character didn't want to be angry abt it, really. he's just so hurt and he also thinks that he doesn't have the right to be hurt bc of what he did. it's like all actions that he can take can be valid yet also invalid at the same time. it opened up the situation between them and yn before all of it. AND i like how you compared gojo and geto's love for yn !! it's nice to know that someone would fight with their whole heart and never give you up but it's also great to know that someone would rather hurt and let you go if it means your happiness🥺anyways thank you soooo much for your support, that means A LOT to me <33 i hope you're doing well ~!!

[xoxo-bunnydumpling]

Tales from the hospital:

I woke up to someone touching my mouth and I almost karate chopped this someone because in my waking state my brain told me they were gonna do a blood draw from there and that would definitely hurt.

It was just Eli, putting rosebud salve on my lips. "Sorry! Sorry. You didn't wake up any of the other times so I thought it was safe."

"Did you stay up all night to chapstick me?"

He takes my chin in his hand gently for leverage and continues greasing me up. "Not ALL night." He looks like he definitely stayed up on chapstick patrol, but I don't argue with him. I don't call him out. He's been taking such good care of me I just cannot give him any shit.

As soon as we got to the less shitty hospital I wanted a shower, so he helped...well, I just kinda sat there in the shower chair while he did the rest. Then he gave me to Moses, who declared me a "hot mess" and made my hair for me.

"You were out of your hair stuff and my house was closer than Walgreens so you get mine." He makes this "hair stuff" and I dunno what's in it but his hair is fantastic so I trust it. I kinda want to eat it, it smells so good, and distinctly natural against all the other extremely medicinal smells in the room. "When you take it out, those curls are gonna be FIRE. I forget you're a little Mexican until I have to lay your edges."

He doesn't HAVE to, I don't. I leave my baby hairs alone, but he's taken great care and a long time, softly wrangling my hair into a neat French braid. I sat between his legs, propped against him for another hour until he had to pee and Eli seamlessly took his place.

"You don't have to hold me the whole time we're here."

He hums, and it rumbles deep in his chest. A giant cat, purring. "Do...you want me to leave? Are you okay?"

I turn sideways, to nuzzle my face into his neck. "Don't leave." He braces his arm on the bed rail, and tips me so he's cradling me like an oversized baby. He looks awful, so so tired...and sags when I reach up to touch his face. Closes his eyes when I start to gently trace his features. (For what it's worth, this trick also works on the dog.)

He's out entirely before I get his glasses off.

Moses comes and rights him so he's sitting in the middle of the bed, and I remove myself from his lap to stuff some pillows around him so he doesn't fall over.

"Look at him, poor baby. Went right out." Moses can't help but reach out and touch him, stroking his cheek. "Wanna go for a walk?"

"Yeah."

"You have to let me push you...no actual walking." I start to whine, but he stops me. "Buuuuut...they do have YooHoo in the gift shop and I did remember to specifically ask your nurse if you could have those."

He truly thinks of everything.

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 114

Chapter 114: Goku’s midlife crisis

My little granddaughter is so cute. I couldn’t help visit almost every day. On this day, I was bringing a few veggies from the farm. Got to make sure all three of them are eating right. When I entered their home, I couldn’t believe my eyes. How dare they toss a defenseless baby around! I quickly saved my poor grandbaby. How dare the boys be so careless! “It’s ok Pan, grandma got you. That was scary, wasn’t it. Yes, it was. Yes, it was. Grandma gonna keep you safe.” Then Gohan had the nerve to say that rough housing is fine, all because she has sayian blood. Oh no way mister. My grandbaby is a princess, and should be treated as such.

He probably wants to encourage her to fight, just like her grandpa. No way! Not on my watch! I quickly take her and Videl into another room. We’re not leaving till they agree that Pan is going to be a girly girl. They have to agree she’s not going to do any fighting. Or any training. My grandbaby is going to be treated like a princess, and do girly things. She’s not putting her life at risk. And even more, she’s smart and girly. I can’t believe Videl wouldn’t mind a daughter who would like to fight. Maybe I am overreacting. But I want my grandbaby to be safe, and have good role models. I want her to never witness any ugly things that my boys seen.

Just my luck. Bulma just had to mention that Vegeta was off planet. To top it off, he’s training with that Whis character. And Goku had to be here to hear it. When I heard him surprisly yelled what, I had to cover poor Pan’s ears. Goku even manage to shake the whole house. Pan on the other hand was laughing the whole time. “Bulma. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” She gave me a confused face, before opening the door. And on qui, Goku rushed in and shook her. He kept asking when did this happened, and how long. He even said how this wasn’t far. “Suck it up, Goku. You’re a grandpa now. No more training or fighting.” He gave me a horror look, before looking at Pan. Goku looked so defeated, as he walked over and took Pan from me.

As he held Pan, he looked so sad. I was starting to feel sorry for him, but not sorry enough. I watch him poke Pan’s cheeks, and do silly faces. I really don’t give him enough credit. After we found out about becoming grandparents, he had not once asked to go off world to train. He didn’t even put up a fight when I told him he couldn’t go off planet. He didn’t even fight me to even trained just a little. He didn’t even sneak any training. Even when we were home, he only did his morning workout, before heading to the fields. He didn’t argue or fight to be allowed to train again. That’s when it hit me. He WAS taking being a grandpa seriously. He WAS doing everything he could. I truly don’t give him enough credit. Maybe I should think about letting him train off world again. Maybe.

…

After finding out about Vegeta, I felt really bummed out. I really want to go, but Chichi’s right. I’m a grandpa now. I should be staying close. But the thought that Vegeta is getting stronger than me is itching my nerves. No way I could let that happen. I’m between wanting to just go and train, and being a good grandpa and staying on earth. Damn! I’m just itching to just train. I’m trying so hard to be what Chichi wants, and make her happy. Even doing everything I can to make my family happy.

There I go again. I don’t really mind. It does make me happy to know I make them happy. Even if it’s not what I want. I would sacrifice myself 100 times over for my family. I would do absolutely anything for them. If they’re happy, I can deal with feeling restless. If they’re happy, I don’t mind being bored out my mind. If they’re happy, then I’ll… I’ll… I felt my jaw tighten, as I try to admit it. I’ll let Vegeta… Get stronger than me. Man. That left an awful taste in my mouth. Never thought I’ll ever say that. And I’m not going to say it out loud. If I do that, then I don’t know if I’ll be able to look at myself.

Funny. All my life, in a way, I been saving others. I trained to get stronger, and I end up using that strength to protect those who can’t protect themselves. Then when I got married, I trained so I could protect what’s mine. For once in my life I had something that was completely mine, and I didn’t want to let it go. Then came Gohan. I definitely would do anything to protect you, and I did. Even though I feel like I failed you in many ways, I still tried to keep you safe. All I want is to keep my family safe and happy, even when it causes me harm.

Damn, I was daydreaming for too long. It’s already the afternoon. Chichi probably is expecting me by now. Strangely, I’m not feeling hungry right now. I’ll just continue working the fields. When the sun does go down, I call it a day and head home. When I get there, I’m greeted by a worried looking wife. I try to reassure her everything is ok. As we eat, I couldn’t stop praising her cooking. Chichi’s cooking is always the best. After dinner, instead of working out, I just sit and listen to Goten read. Then, as we get ready for bed, Chichi once again ask if I’m ok. I keep telling her that I’m fine.

Even when we’re falling asleep, she looks worried. I really don’t like this. What can I do to make her not worry? I’m not even in the mood to do that. So, what else can I do? Maybe just a kiss will make her fine. That kiss turns to me to using my fingers to love her. Maybe something is wrong, but I don’t want her to worry. Well, she finally asleep, and smiling. So, I guess I did good. I couldn’t fall asleep last night, and I don’t understand why. To top it off, I feel like I’m just going through the motions this morning. Ruffle Goten’s hair, before he heads to school. Give a quick kiss to my lovely Chichi, and then I’m off to the fields. Today just feels off.

…

Why hasn’t Goku came home for lunch? He’s probably working super hard. But he never misses a meal. Could something be wrong with my husband? I try to reach out, but not answer. I wonder what’s wrong. When Goten get’s home, I try to keep a smile on my face. Can’t let him see me worried. But the moment Goku gets home, my worry just spills over. He looks awful. But he keeps telling me everything is fine. But he’s wearing that smile that says otherwise. Even during dinner, his behavior worries me. He’s not even working out, after dinner.

When we get to our room, he looks exhausted. I try asking again if he’s ok, and again he says he’s fine. Maybe a hot shower with his wife will cheer him up. I was wrong. He didn’t try again. He just took a shower, and then went about drying and getting dress for bed. This really worries me. He always made our bath time fun. This one felt bland. As we’re laying in bed, he has that look, as if he’s deep in thought. I keep trying to ask him what’s wrong, but he won’t tell me.

I try asking one more time, and he just kisses me. He would do that sometimes when he doesn’t want to tell me what’s wrong. Whenever he ends the kiss I try again, and again he kisses me. It even got to the point I felt his hand groping my breasts. He even whisper against my lips how he loves me. I then feel him working my core, with those skilled fingers of his. Before long I’m coming down for a second climax. I’m so lost in the sensation I forgot what I was worried about. Me and Goku share one more kiss, before we fall asleep.

Or so I thought he fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, he looks like he didn’t sleep at all. I’m starting to worry all over again. But this time I didn’t even get the chance to ask again, for he was already on the move, to get ready for the day. Even as he ate breakfast, it wasn’t with the same energy he always eats. He didn’t even finish. That really troubles me. Even Goten notice. Even when he did his usual bye for the day, his movements seem automatic. My poor husband. What am I going to do?

Is it my fault he feels awful? Did I do something wrong? Is he mad at me? I felt on the verge of tears. I quickly went to our room, and try to think what could possibly be wrong with my husband. When something does trouble him, he sometimes tell me after a long while. That’s if I haven’t pushed him to tell me. He does put his foot down when he strongly believes something, and is trying to have me see his side. But this feels different. My Goku doesn’t ask for much, and I do try to give him what he wants. Well, I can’t really say that. Goku does everything I want. He does everything the boys want. When he does want something, he usually ask, sometimes beg, for it.

Could this be one of those moments? He wants something, but he already knows how I feel about it. He does that a lot. He does everything for everyone, but when he wants something it’s hard for him to just ask. Am I that awful of a wife that my own husband is afraid to ask me for things? That’s when I begin to sob. He probably wants to go off world, to train with that Whis guy. But he’s a grandpa now. He needs to be here on earth, settling a good example for Pan. It’s bad to always want to train and fight, and do nothing else with their life. But, maybe I’m wrong.

My Goku loves to get stronger. He loves the rush of a good fight. It’s basically in his blood. I can’t change who he is, no matter what I do. What example am I setting for Pan, by stopping her grandpa from doing what he loves? Probably not a very good one. But all I want is to keep my family safe and happy. Goku wants that too. Which is the reason he’s always trying to get stronger. He gets stronger not just for him, but for the ones he loves. That’s it! I quickly call Bulma.

…

When dad got home, he looked sad. Mom kept trying to ask what was wrong, but dad tried saying he’s fine. But he’s not. There’s like dark cloud surrounding dad. As we ate, he tries to be cheerful, but even that looks like a lot of work. He doesn’t even work out after dinner. Instead, I’m in his lap reading out loud to him. He seems to smile to that, but I know he’s still not ok. That dark cloud isn’t leaving daddy alone. Maybe one of my hugs would cheer him up. When he hugs me, it feels nothing like his hugs. Who is this person? Where’s my daddy? I so badly want to cry. Daddy’s hurting. Hopefully mommy could make him happy by morning.

I was so wrong. That black cloud is worse. No! Daddy! Daddy isn’t even eating like usual, or even finishes. He ruffles my hair, but it’s weak compared to the way he usually does it. Something really wrong. I don’t want to go to school, especially knowing that daddy isn’t ok. During school, I feel off. Trunks tries to cheer me up, but it doesn’t work. He ask what’s wrong, and I tell him how my dad isn’t feeling ok. He then suggest after school we could ask dad to spar with us. Maybe that’ll cheer him up, but I don’t know. That’s when he tells me about his dad. Oh! That’s got to be it. Dad feels left behind. Now it makes sense. But how am I going to help him?

…

This just suck. I can’t even focus today. I ended up trying to take napping under a tree. I don’t even have the energy to do anything. I should have finished eating. Or maybe it’s the lack of sleep. Even trying to nap is becoming useless. Damn it all. Let me just work on the field and hopefully I’ll be fine. What felt like forever, I finally finish working on one half of the field. Now to get started on the other half. Just then I hear someone calling my name.

I lazily look up, and it’s one of Bulma’s jets. What does she want? She lands somewhere off, before making her way to me. “Man, Goku. Chichi wasn’t kidding when she said you look awful.” Great, just my luck. My wife called her. I don’t need this today. So, I ignore her, while I get back to work. “Hey! I’m talking!”

“So, what.”

“Goku!” I annoying look over to her. She marches over to me, and is about to slap me. I’m really in no mood for this. I stop her hand, and tell her to leave. “At least hear me out on why I’m here.” I tell her to hurry it up, how I need to finish with the field. “Look grumpy, I came here to give you this.” She hand me a small rectangle box. “It’s a phone. I’ll call you when Whis comes back to earth.” Wait. What! I’m completely thrown off guard. I ask her why. “Your wife. Now stop being Mr. Grumpy. It really doesn’t suit you. The instructions are in the box. I also gave one to Chichi, and gave her one for Goten. Now, if you excuse me. I have to go back to work.” With that she left. I was just stun. What just happened?

When I went home, for lunch, I was met with a very cheery Chichi. “What did you do? And why did Bulma said she’ll call me when Whis comes to earth?” I pull out the box, and show it to her. She hugged me around my waist, and just said that she’ll help me setup. “That’s not answering my question, Chichi.”

“Aw. I was being mean. I thought you would be happy.”

“Right now, I’m just confused on what’s going on. Tell me what’s going on.” I think I sounded angrier than intended, by how she looks sad. She hugs me tighter, and kept saying for me to forgive her. “Chichi. Can you please tell me what’s going on? I’m really not in the mood for this.” She looks at me stun, and even has tears at the corner of her eyes. Did I really make her cry? Great, just great. I should apologize, but I don’t. Instead, I gently get her arms off me. I walk to the table, and set the box down. I then walk over to the door. “I’m going back to the field. I’ll be home for dinner.” She tries to stop me, but I pull away.

As I work on the field, I’m on edge. I’m exhausted, in a fool mood, and confused about what’s happening. Not very good combinations. To top it off, it look like I hurt Chichi. Damn it! I slam my fist at the tree next to me. I hit it with enough force the roots came out. Great, just great. More work to do. When I get home, I’m greeted by an energic Goten, trying to get my attention. “Not now, Goten. Daddy not in the mood to play.” He stops bouncing, and looks really sad, almost hurt. Great, just great. I’m really not in the mood for this. Dinner was eaten in silence, and the worse part it tasted bland. No way that’s possible. Chichi cooking always tastes good. Guess my taste buds aren’t in the mood either. “I’m going to bed.” They both look worried at me, but so what.

Once I’m settled into bed, it’s hard to fall asleep. I know I’m tried. I know I’m exhausted. But why can’t I just close my eyes, and rest? Even sleep is getting on my nerves. “Goku?” I can feel her behind me. I can even feel when she touches my shoulder. “Do you want to talk?”

“Leave me alone. Get some rest. I’m fine.” She says fine, and tries to kiss me, but I pull away. I then feel her try to hug me. “Stop. Please stop.” I hear her gasp. I then feel she moved away, and is laying down. I really don’t like that I spoke to her like that, but I really just want to be left alone. The next morning was worse. I don’t know why I’m angry, but I just am. My whole body is on edge. What’s worse when I see Goten. “Boy, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for school?”

“But… But…” His stuttering is getting on my nerves.

“Speak up!”

“But it’s Saturday, dad.” He looks on the verge of tears. I tell to go to Trunks, or something. Instead he hugs my leg. “But I want to spend time with you, daddy.” I try my best not to scream at him to get off, but he just hugs tighter. I’m really in no mood for this. To top it off, when I look at Chichi, she has tears coming down her face. She doesn’t look sad, but scared. Just my damn luck. I have a crying son, who won’t let me go, and a scared looking wife. I feel an itch to just punch something.

“Goten, please get off daddy’s leg. Daddy isn’t in mood to play.” He eventually gets off my leg, and I walk out the house.

…

“Mommy! What’s wrong with daddy?” Goten is crying in my arms. I tell him how I don’t know. “Mommy! We have to do something. Daddy is cover in a dark cloud, mommy. How can we make daddy happy again?”

“I was trying to tell him, I was letting him go train, but he didn’t give me the chance. So, I don’t know what to do. I’ll try again. Can you help me find daddy, so we can tell him? Also, so we could up setup his new phone.” He nods his head. I quickly grab my bag, and place the phone Bulma gave for Goku. I also grab mine. Even though, Goten is able to carry me, I suggested we take nimbus. With that, we go in search of Goku. When we reached him, he’s in a valley, doing some of his kata. When nimbus set up down, it’s clear Goku has yet noticed us. Goten is about to go towards Goku, but I stop him. Goku form just reads bottle up rage. This isn’t good. I tell Goten to sit, that we’ll wait till he notice us.

Thankfully, it wasn’t as long as I thought. When he saw us, he lowered his stance. Goten wanted to go to him, but I told him to wait. To let his daddy come to us. When Goku does walk to us, it’s clear that he’s frustrated. He sits in front of us. Again, I try to stop Goten. This time Goku has his arms out. “Come.” Goten almost rushes to Goku, and hugs him. “Sorry about that, kiddo. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“It’s ok, daddy. I know it’s not your fault. It’s the dark cloud’s fault.” Goku looks at him for moment, but then shakes his head. “Daddy. Mommy has something to tell you. So, please. Please wait till she finish telling you.” He says ok, and hugs Goten. He’s now looking at me.

I pull out the phone box, and his face starts to twitch, but at least he’s quiet. “I was trying to tell you that I’m letting you go train.” He looked surprised. “I was being mean, so I thought this would cheer you up. I asked Bulma to let me know when Whis came back. So, you could hopefully ask if he could train you, as well. Then Bulma suggested the cell phones, so she could call you directly. Since Bulma showed me how to set it up, I was going to help set up yours.” At first, he looked taken aback, then amazed, before he looked sad. He asked why did I do that. “You do a lot for us. You deserve something, too. I was being very mean trying to stop you, from doing what you love. Which is very unfair. Could you ever forgive me?” He had a big smile, as he got up. As he carried Goten, he walk over, and sat next to me.

Keeping Goten on one lap, he pulled me onto his other. He kissed my cheek. “Of, course I forgive you. Could you ever forgive me for being a big jerk?” I playfully jab his face, and said of course. We then went about setting up his new phone. He even learned how to take pictures, and took a picture of the three of us. “We should go to Gohan’s. I want to take a picture of him and Pan.” It was nice to see my husband be his cheery self again. He’s so cheery again he’s tickling me and Goten. Without warning, I give him a kiss on the cheek. His face turns red, and he looks so cute. I take a picture with my phone. His face then becomes redder, as he tells me how I better delete the picture. Aw, but it’s so cute. “Chichi.”

…

Mom kissed dad, and dad face got all red. Now I see where Gohan gets it. Dad looks so shy. Why is dad shy around mom? But at least that dark cloud is gone. We then head to Gohan’s place, and take lots of pictures. I think dad’s favorite one, is of all of us sayians together. Or the one where he’s holding Pan. Then on our way home, dad wouldn’t stop tickling me. When we got home, we had a tickle fight with mom. Before long, it was bed time.

But the next morning was strange. I spy with my little eye, something I should not be watching. But it’s so hard to look away. Mommy and daddy look so happy. I never seen Trunks’ parents this happy. But why are they’re wearing bathrobes. Did they take a bath? Mommy daddy always are fully dress during breakfast time. I look back on the clock, on my desk, it’s super early. Why is mommy daddy up so early? Maybe they got super hungry.

Uh? Why is daddy touching mommy’s butt? Daddy! You can’t touch mommy there. That’s a no, no spot. Why is mommy letting daddy touch everywhere on her body? Now daddy has mommy sitting on the counter. Mommy always said no one can sit there. Why is she allowed to? Daddy is kissing mommy through the open parts of her robe. He keeps getting lower, and lower.

SLAM! I slam the door. I was not supposed to see that! That was a mommy daddy kissy face time. And I spied. Oh no! I’m in big trouble.

…

After the whole ordeal, I was feeling much happier. I even played with Goten and Chichi. Then Chichi surprised me with a kiss, and she took a picture. “Chichi.” She started giggling. We then headed to Gohan’s, and I was able to take lots of photos with my family. My favorite was taking a family photo. And maybe the one where I had one with me holding Pan. My cute little granddaughter is so perfect. Afterwards, I played with Goten on the way home. At home, we had a tickle fight till bed time.

The moment me and Chichi were alone, my mood sky rocket. She sucked me off. But when I wanted to do her, I wasn’t allowed. She said how it’s just for me. For almost the rest of the night I had came all over her. Every inch of her was covered in me. If this is the treatment I get after a fool mood, I should be in a fool mood more often. Then again, not really. I should be a little more selfish with my wife. Not like it’s a bad thing. She is my wife after all. It shouldn’t feel wrong to ask for some special treatment once in a while. I just wish it didn’t take me this long to figure that out.

We even woke super early the next morning, and in a super good mood. We stood in our bathrobes, as she fix us some breakfast. The smell of pancakes being made, and having my scent all over her was a turn on. I quickly sense to see if Goten was awake. Thank goodness he wasn’t. Looks like I’ll have time for a little snack. I kiss her neck, as I rub up and down her sides. I expose some of her shoulders to my hungry eyes. Mm. My Chichi smells and taste so good. I want more. I grab you perfect firm behind, and she giggles.

I can’t take it anymore. I sit her on the counter, and kiss my way down her expose chest. I even give a little nibble between her perfect breasts. Just when I was going to dig into my snack, we heard a slam. Oh, please don’t tell me. I quickly sense if Goten was awake, and to my horror he was. This is bad. I started to panic, as I looked up at Chichi. Even she looked in complete shock. She quickly got off the counter, fixed her robe, and we went to Goten’s door. Before we could even knock, we heard him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. It was an accident. Me sorry. You two looked so happy. I’m sorry. I’ll stay in my room.”

Me and Chichi just looked at each other. What exactly are we supposed to do? Chichi knocked on the door. “Goten, come out.”

“You sure? You and daddy done kissy face?” I felt my face burn up at that, and Chichi started turning red.

“I’m sure, Goten. Me and daddy aren’t doing kissy face.”

“Ok. But I’m keeping my eyes close.” When he stepped out, he had his eyes tightly shut. Chichi told him he could open his eyes. “You sure it’s safe?”

“Yes, Goten.” He opened his eyes, looked at us, and then covered his nose. Oh great, completely forgot about that.

“Better yet, call me out after you two take a bath. You two smell funny.” He then went back into his room. It was actually funny, and we couldn’t stop laughing. Chichi quickly finished making some pancakes, before telling Goten. We then headed upstairs, to our bathroom for a quick shower. And I was able to get my morning snack after all. When we came back down, he just finished his pancakes. I sat next to him, as Chichi started making our pancakes. “You love mommy a lot?”

“Yes, I do.”

“You two looked very happy. I’m sorry.” I ruffled his hair, and told him it was ok. “I’ll go play at Trunks, and you could be kissy face with mommy all you want.” My whole burned up at that comment. And from the looks of it, Chichi almost dropped a pancake. “What? You two looked super happy.” Breakfast was eaten in silence. It was kind of awkward at the moment. Goten smarter than what he seems. He might not have Gohan’s book smart, but he’s a super smart kid. That makes me proud. I have smart sons.

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Ch113

[twinkleimagines]

Hiii drew smut where they meet from Madison and have been talking and then the cast plus y/n go out clubbing and they confess there feelings / also can drew be rough.

*Keep it on the low*

Warning: smut and language.

I got carried away with this one so I hope you guys like.

“ I just feel like we never see each other anymore “ you spoke over the phone Bailey.

“ I know” she whined out. “ listen we’ll fly you out this weekend so we can hang and you can meet my friends okay? You’re going to love them “ she insisted.

“ okay” you agreed, the feeling of excitement rushing through you. Madison was your best friend since middle school and it had been a touch transition since she began filming her new tv show, Outer Banks. Of course you talked on the phone but it wasn’t the same, and you missed her truly.

You had almost became envious of her new cast mates because they were daily posting videos and pictures with each other and it made you miss her more than ever .

You quickly went back to your bedroom, packing a suit case- the weekend couldn’t come any faster .

****

“ I’m walking down the escalator now” you spoke as you sat on the phone with Madison trying to find your way to her.

“ okay - wait I think I see you” she spoke out.

“ y/n!” You heard someone yell from in front of you. You lifted your head only to see Madison standing at the bottom of the escalator, her hand waving at 90 miles per hour.

“ Maddy!” You yelled before jogging your way down the already moving steps.

“ oh my gosh!” You yelled out as you both wrapped each other in a tight hug.

“ I’m gonna cry “ she spoke as she squeezed her arms around your shoulders.

“ ugh I know I’ve missed you so much” you poured .

“ c’mon we’ve only got the weekend and I have soooo much to show you” she insisted, tugging on your arm .

****

The ride to Madison’s hotel that she was staying it a was a bit of a drive from the apartment. She was staying pretty close to the beach and Charleston was probably one of the most beautiful cities you had ever laid your eyes on.

Madison had updated you on a lot, including a new girl she was talking to as well as her new friends and their characters on the show.

“ this Rafe guy sounds like a dick” you joked.

“ yeah but you’ll love Drew he’s literally polar opposite than his character . “

******

"Ahhh she's back!" a blonde headed boy beamed, running over towards your friend, ingulfing her in a hug.

"Rudy this is Y/n" She said with a wide smile, pulling you over.

"Hi" You beamed holding your hand out but Rudy instead pulled you into a hug.

"So glad you finally made it. Maddie over here wouldn't shut up about how much she missed you" He joked.

"Awe Maddie " You said with a sympathetic pout.

"Shut up" She laughed while rolling her eyes before pulling you further into the hotel.

"Guys" She spoke out loudly to a group of people sitting on her couch causing all of their eyes to advert towards you. " This is Y/n" She announced pulling you up next to her.

You awkwardly waved, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as she practically put the spot light onto you.

"I'm Chase" One guy said leaning over the couch, holding his hand out.

"I'm Madelyn " The blonde girl next to him said standing up, walking over towards you. " it's nice to meet you" she beamed, pulling you into a hug.

'Okay so everyone is big into hugs,' you thought. You smiled widely at her before you looked over at another one walking towards you.

"I'm Jonathan Daviss, but you can call me JD" He spoke. you nodded excitedly.

"That's a cool nickname" you beamed, causing a smile to form on his face. You then looked over towards the last face on the couch.

Woah.

Now this man- he almost took your breath away. He stood up, his tall figure stretching high towards the ceiling.

"Hi, i'm Drew" He spoke, his voice the perfect tone, almost sounded like music to your ears. He had these sky blue eyes, perfectly pink lips, a little bit of fuzz on his jaw from being recently shaved, and brown hair draped over the sides of his forehead, parting perfectly down the middle. Your heart began to pound as he reached his hand out for you to shake. You hadn't realized you were staring until Madison nudged you with her elbow, bringing you out of your trance.

"Oh uhm yeah- i mean hi I'm y/n" You stuttered embarrassingly. He smiled a bright smile, his white teeth shining perfectly on his perfectly aligned face.

You sighed deeply. You never believed in love at first sight until now. How perfect this stranger was to you. If it weren't for you not wanting to humiliate yourself even more than you already were, you would've continued looking at him with admiration, but instead you turned your head to look at Maddie, trying to not to creep the poor guy out.

"okay guys I'm starving" Chase spoke up as the room filled with silence. "who wants to go eat?" He asked throwing his hands up. You grinned , already loving everyone's bubbly personality.

You sat your bag down onto the ground before tucking your hair behind your ear, watching as everyone began to make their way out the door.

"After you" Drew said, you and him being the last ones left in the room.

"Thanks" you said softly, walking out in front of him as he held the door open for you.

Who would've known that this would only the beginning of a very special relationship.

********

"Drew" You spoke out before his lips placed onto yours once again, his hand placed firmly on your thigh as your were tangled in his hair.

"Hmm" He hummed against your lips, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip.

"We should tell them" You breathed out in between kisses.

"Mmm" he mumbled, his eyes closed as his lips trailed down your jaw towards your neck.

"I'm serious Drew I don't want to hide you anymore" You responded pulling away from him.

He stopped his movements, making eye contact with you.

"You sure?" He asked.

You and Drew had instantly hit it off that first weekend Madison brought you over.

It had happened the first night you had stayed the night. Everyone had fallen asleep and you and Drew stayed up for hours on hours endlessly talking about anything and everything. The sparks were flying. You were so engaged in every word that came out of his mouth, his sentences sounding like lullabies to your ears.

Before you had left you both had exchanged numbers and before you could even make it to the airport you were both texting each other. Throughout the first week you both spent every night on the phone until one had fallen asleep. It had almost became addictive the way he made you feel.

Neither of you spoke of your friendship to anyone though. Mainly wanting to take things slow but you also didn't want to upset anyone or cause any issues between Drew and Madison. He assured you it wouldn't upset anyone or cause issues but at the same time he wanted to respect your wishes and keep things a secret.

You both had been virtually seeing each other for three weeks before he flew you out for a weekend, just the two of you. You had stayed with him the whole weekend, movie nights and a lot of sex.

This week though you were invited by the whole group, and right now you were hidden off in Drew's hotel hiding from the group with Drew laid on top of you, the both of you shirtless.

"We can tell them tonight okay, i just want to enjoy the time we have together right now" He insisted. You simply nodded before leaning your head forward before placing your lips against his once again.

Drew sat up, smirking at you as he tugged on your jeans, pulling them down your thighs, exposing your pink laced panties that complimented your skin so well.

"So beautiful" Drew mumbled as his hands massaged against your thighs before reaching up towards your panties pulling them down as well. He reached over to the nightstand grabbing the condom on the top before pushing his own pants down, exposing his hardened pink shaft, the veins popping out the side.

You stared in admiration at the size as he placed the rubber over him.

"Flip over" he instructed. You quickly obliged, your face in his pillow. He tucked his arm under your waist, pulling your hips bag some to wear your bottom was pointed upwards.

You gasped loudly as you felt his tip insert into you, stretching your walls around him.

"fuck" you moaned out as he pushed into you, his hips pressed against your cheeks before he pulled back out, letting your own juices help lubricate him before he pushed back in at a faster speed.

"Fuck you're tight" Drew groaned out as he slowly pulled himself of you again, leaving just the tip in. You looked over your shoulder, smirking up at him as he looked down at you, his Adams apple poking out. Drew sighed heavily , closing his eyes for a brief second almost coming undone right then and there just from the sight of you.

He finally regained his composer, looking back down at you before pressing his hand onto the back of your head pushing your face further into the pillow before he began moving his hips once again, this time at a much faster pace.

"God Drew" you cried out as he hit your spot with each thrust, your hands balling in a fist around his sheets as you struggled to breath, overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure you were receiving. You arched your back further against Drew, giving him more access to go deeper into you, your hips moving causing your walls to tighten around him.

"Fuck" He breathed out, lowing his head some as we watched himself sliding in and out of you, his abs flexing with each thrust.

"Oh yes daddy yes "You moaned out, reaching behind you, grabbing hold of his hand that was placed on your bottom.

"You like that baby?" He asked before placing a firm smack against your left cheek. You hissed out , biting down on your bottom lip as your eyes focused on his body jerking forward over and over again, every inch of his body flexing as he moved himself in and out of you.

Since that first weekend you and Drew had spent together alone, he had learned more and more ways to work your body, especially when he realized you enjoyed it rough like him.

"Pull my hair baby" you pleaded, attempting to tug on his hand that had a firm grip on your hip while your body continued rocking back and forth.

Drew quickly obliged, reaching up to grab a hand full of your hair, pulling you back towards him, your back arched to where your arms stretched out, your hands placed against his pillows.

"God yes" You winced out, a slight stinging as he had a tight grip on your hair.

"Fuck princess" he groaned feeling his climax beginning to build. His thrusts began to speed up, your tits bouncing in the air as he continued to pound into you. You leaned up some, arm wrapping around his neck . You both began to lower, you practically sitting in his lap as he leaned back, propped up on one arm as the other had his hand wrapped against your throat. His thrusts were now at a steady but rough pace, slamming up against you as he placed sloppy kisses alongside your shoulder.

"God" He groaned out as his thrusts slowed down, turning more into grinds as his cock pulsed inside you, his warm load filling the condom. You begin rocking your hips back and forth along him riding your own high out, moaning his name out loudly as your toes curled, your climax euphoric. You climbed off of Drew, flopping your body down onto the his bed, breathing heavily as you ran your hands through your hair.

"That was amazing" you breathed out. Drew nodded, himself out of breath as well.

"I'm gonna get a shower" He responded as he stood up, his member beginning to soften. "We gotta meet everyone in two hours. Wanna join?" He asked. You smiled up at him before nodding, grabbing ahold of his reached out hand.

*****

"Finally" Madison groaned as she saw you climbing out of the black SUV that escorted you to the night club you and the gang were linking up at .

"Sorry got caught up" you responded brushing the hair out of your face as the wind blew against it.

"I can see" she chuckled, her eyes focused on the round purple hickey on your collarbone. Your eyes widened, you had almost forgotten about it. You had saw the hickey as you did your make up and Drew's shower but had forgotten to cover it.

"Who were you with?" She asked out of curiosity but you only shook your head, pretending to be shy about your actions.

"ugh okay come on everyone else is inside" She responded. You nodded before tugging slightly on your black dress as it rode up your thighs. You had your hair down with white sneakers on, a simple butterfly necklace and a skin tight strapless dress on that barely that went down a few inches on your thighs.

The music was loud, everyone definitely lit as you both walked in. Your eyes roamed the club. It was definitely a party style. There a lot of people around dancing, and neon objects glowing in the black lights. Madison guided you to the corner booth your shared friends resided in, including Drew.

""You look so cute!" Madelyn beamed as she wrapped you in a tight hug.

"You too babes" You responded, well yelled as you placed your chin on her shoulder, only to see Drew standing behind her, his eyes focused on your body. He almost looked upset. Seeming how you were still on the low about your relationship you didn't confront him, but you did check him out from afar. He stood on the side next to JD black denim jeans with a white striped button up collared shirt, with his signature gold chain around his neck and a black watch on his wrist.

Despite just getting your back blown out by Drew, you had to leave before anyone came searching for you so you didn't get to see Drew dressed up, the last image you had of him was of him in a towel and his wet hair slicked back.

He was looking so good at this point you had to distance yourself from him before you made it obvious of your secret.

"Come dance" Madelyn pleaded tugging on your arm.

"I need to be drunk before i get onto the dance floor" You joked. Madelyn though took you serious and walked over to the bar, ordering at least two shots for everyone since you were each going to be getting an Uber back to the hotels.

"Okay drink up" She responded holding both yours and her shot in the air. You quickly glanced over towards your secret boyfriend who was watching you intensely before you tossed your head back opening your throat, letting the alcohol burn its way down your throat.

"phew" you said, a shiver following shortly after.

"Okay, One more " Madelyn insisted. You didn't plan to get shit faced of course , but you were definitely interested in a good time so you obliged, repeating the same action again, this time the liquids going down a bit easier. You both stood for a second in silence before she shook her head.

"I think one more with do us justice " She grinned. You chuckled, already feeling a slight buzz coming as the alcohol spread through your blood stream.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" You heard someone mumble from behind you. You looked over to see Drew standing behind you. You furrowed your brows together. How the hell did he get over there so fast?

"Don't " you mumbled before looking down at the table trying to avoid his gaze. "You're making it obvious" You responded before taking a step away, turning your back towards him.

Unfortunately you didn't notice how much those words actually upset Drew. IT had almost felt like he was an embarrassment to you with how much effort you put in to hiding him so he walked away, finding his way back next to JD.

"You okay man?" JD asked as he saw the obvious frown on Drew's face.

"Yeah man" He mumbled as he looked across the both of them, watching you quickly gulp away yet another shot of alcohol, bursting into laughter shortly after with Madelyn. He shook his head in disappointment. Of course he wanted you to have fun but he just didn't want you to get so waisted you end up doing something you regret and him not being able to help you since you didn't want him to show his affection towards you in front of everyone.

"Want a shot?" Drew asked glancing over at JD who also looked not too amused at the moment with the environment and in need of some lighting up. They both watched you and Madelyn make your way to the dance floor, merging in with the crowd as the quickly took their first shot, both of them sighing heavily as they attempted to mask the burning feeling.

You immediately began swaying your hips to the upbeat music, the alcohol coursing through your body, giving you an almost out of body type feeling, something you usually didn't get unless you were in bed with Drew.

You didn't intend to jump into the party that fast. after 2 songs Chase had came by with more shots, unaware to the previous t3 you both had taken but neither of you denied them, quickly throwing your head back, wiping the drips off your chin as you looked over at Drew who surprisingly paid you no attention. You dancing slowed down as you realized the group Drew was associating with.

You could see JD and Rudy with Drew which was not an issue. it was the 3 bimbos standing with them too, one in particular standing too close for your comfort towards Drew, her index finger twirling in a poorly curled strand of hair.

You rolled your eyes, jealously now running through you. It was obviously intensified from the alcohol but you wanted to drag him away from the girls and show those girls exactly who he belonged to but you knew you couldn't say anything considering you and him were a secret.

"Hi" You heard from behind you. It was a tall brunette guy, pretty stocky with what looked to be hazel eyes and curly brown hair. At least that what you guessed since the dance floor was only lit up from black lights above you.

"Hi" You said with a friendly smile before turning back around, a frown forming as you noticed Drew laughing at whatever the girl closest to him just said.

"You got a name?" The guy asked, dancing behind you. You turned your head, almost ready to tell him to piss off until you glanced over towards Drew who still had not even given you a glance.

"Y/n" You responded as you turned your body completely around, facing towards him.

You studied his face. He looked cute, or maybe that was just the alcohol clouding your judgment. To your drunken eyes, he favored Timothee Chalamet to you, which was some one who was a sight for sore eyes.

- but, never the less, he wasn't Drew.

The guy mentioned his name back to you but between the alcohol and the music , you didn't hear him clearly. You looked to your side to see Chase and Madelyn in their own little world so you shrugged your shoulders, turning back towards the tall boy.

"You come here with someone?" He asked as he took a step closer, his body swaying along with yours to the music. You glanced over your shoulder towards Drew, the same scenario playing as earlier . You rolled your eyes becoming agitated with Drew before you looked back forward trying not to be obvious.

"I thought i did but it's looking like they didn't come in with me" You said, your lips close to his ear as he leaned forward to hear you.

"Huh" He responded leaning back. "That's to bad. You're very beautiful" He responded. You grinned widely, enjoying the attention.

The song changed, turning to a slower song, a more sensual vibe to it. You turned around, swaying your hips up against the guy as his hand wrapped around your waist.

You usually wouldn't do this, but between the alcohol and your jealousy towards Drew, you were enjoying every second of it in hopes Drew would catch on and realize what he was losing.

And surprisingly , that's exactly what happened.

Drew tried to play things your way. He tried to pretend that there was nothing going on between the two of you. He even gave other women attention to make it believable but it was all fake smiles and laughs when really all he wanted was to hold you. He did try his best though, that is until he looked up to check on you only to see your body being held by another guy, your ass pressed against the guys crotch as he practically dry humped you from behind.

Now Drew didn't drink as much as you did, but he did have 1 to 2 shots , enough to help spark a fire inside of him, rage flowing through his veins. Drew didn't hesitate to make his way over to you, his mind only focused on removing the guy from his girl.

"Y/n what the fuck" He spat out as he tugged on your hand, trying to remove you from him. Your eyes widened, guilt instantly flowing through you. You didn't mean for any of this to happen and seeing Drew standing in front of you fuming, you couldn't help but to feel embarrassed by your actions.

"Man back off alright she's just having a good time" The guy said with a cocky smirk plastered across his face.

"Fuck off " Drew scolded before looking back at you, completely brushing the guy off.

"This is really how you want to sell it ?" He said, his voice louder than normal because of the music, but those surrounding him including Chase and Madelyn hearing.

"Oh go fuck yourself Drew" You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You began to march off of the dance floor, making your way towards the table you were previously at, leaving the stranger stranded.

"REal mature Y/n" He responded following closely behind you. The rest of the group followed behind, beyond confused as to why the two of you would even be arguing like this.

"Oh but you weren't doing the same thing over here with the chick ? Laughing at every little thing she said" You spat out.

He threw his hands up.

"Y/n i was trying to play your little game of secrets" He argued back.

"Wait what secrets?" Madison spat out. The both of you stared at each other, unsure who was going or not going to spill the truth.

"No point in hiding it anymore Y/n" Drew argued. You furrowed your brows in frustration, crossing your arms over your chest as Drew spoke. Which he was absolutely right which upset you anymore.

"Somebody better start talking in point two second or -"

"We're dating" you interrupted, looking over towards Madison.

Everyone's jaw dropped except for JD's, his response was jut of him shaking his head.

"What!?" Madison yelled out in shock.

"Like talking?" She asked, looking between the two of you. " Or like, dating dating?"

"More like dating dating" Rudy butted in, pushing his index finger into a circle he made with his other hand, indicating intercourse.

You quickly placed your head in your hand with embarrassment.

"No fucking way" Chase responded, a wide grin on his face.

"Bro why didn't you tell me?" Chase yelled out placing his hand on Drew's shoulder.

"We didn't want anyone mad at us or like, i don't know it ruin this friendship we all have" You responded, lowering your head in disappointment.

"Y/n are you delusional? Why would that make any of us mad ?" Madison replied with a wide grin on his face.

"You guys, i called it" JD finally spoke, a cocky smirk across his face.

"Whaattt? " you responded looking over at him with confusion.

"You guys have been clung to each other since you first met. I'm not stupid" He laughed. You shook your head, a grin forming on your face.

"Okay the cats out of the bag so you guys don't have to continue pretending okay? " Madelyn responded. "Can we please get back to dancing?" She pleaded. They all nodded before the group once again went their separate ways, leaving you and Drew alone at the table.

"I'm sorry" You responded stepping closer towards him, placing your hand on his.

"ME too" He responded looking down at you.

"I kind of want to get out of here, yanno" You said with a smirk on your face. He grinned back, nodding his head.

"agreed".

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[malleux]

PART THREE PART THREE PART THREE

spell [3]. | corpse husband

part one ; part two

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff

-> Warnings: Anxiety, Self Doubt, Cursing, Hate Comments

-> A/N: here’s the long awaited part three! it’s definitely longer than the last chapters, but genuinely thank you all for 300 followers in literally 4 days lol. also, i wrote this under the small assumption that corpse’s main love language is physical touch!

corpse husband taglist is closed!

You didn’t realize that it was possible to shake so much. You were practically panicking- just from standing in front of an apartment door, ready to knock and meet the man who changed your life.

You’d woken up this morning bright and early. The Facetime call was still on with Corpse and small snores could be heard from his line. You had prayed that he’d gotten at least more than an hour, but doubted it as you hung up and sent a message about when you’d be leaving.

Corpse soon messaged back saying that he was awake as you finally finished packing- you’d stopped last night when he called- so you got in your car and drove the two hours it took to get to San Diego.

So now you stood in front of his apartment, practically trembling. Why you were so anxious, you didn’t know. You’d been talking to him for how long now? And it was never awkward.

But things could easily change when you met him in real life, couldn’t they?

You shook those thoughts out of your head and mustered up enough courage to knock on Corpse’s door, already becoming out of breath from such a simple gesture.

A crash sounded from in the apartment, followed by a small ‘fuck’ that made your heart flip. Soon after, the door opened and you looked up, finally coming eye to eye with him. You couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face, mirroring his own as he smiled at you as well.

“Hi.” You internally smacked yourself for not saying more, but that’s truly all that could come out of your mouth at the moment.

“Hey. You’re uh- you’re so much prettier in real life.” Corpse responded, looking nearly everywhere but you.

You flushed. “And you’re super attractive, but I already suspected that.”

You could tell he was taken aback by your compliment because he suddenly became even more shy, silently moving out of the doorway and gesturing for you to enter.

“I’m going to film again with everyone in a few minutes, but first I can show you my bedroom so you can make yourself comfortable.” Corpse said after he closed the door. “You can sleep in there and I’ll stay on the couch-“

“Absolutely not.” You interjected, “I’m not kicking you out of your bed.”

“But you’re the guest and I’m not about to let you sleep on my couch.”

“And you’re the owner of this apartment and I’m not going to take over your space like that. I’m sleeping on the couch.”

Corpse groaned and reached his arm out towards you. You thought he was going to just shove your shoulder away for being stubborn, but instead he wrapped his arm completely around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as a hug. You grinned and turned, giving him a full hug and resting your cheek against his chest as his chin laid on your head.

“I’m for real glad you came to visit.” He murmured into your hair, squeezing you a bit tighter before letting go. “Do you wanna stream with me tonight or just chill and watch?”

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“Corpse is streaming Among Us again with Sean, Felix, Rae, Sykkuno, Dave, and Leslie!”

“Where’s Y/N? I miss #CorpseY/N !!”

Twitter was truly your go-to platform when you were bored. You’d been scrolling on it for about thirty minutes now, laying on a small couch that Corpse had in his gaming room.

The man himself was sitting across the room at his desk, talking loudly as he defended himself from being accused as Imposter.

You continued to scroll, feeling a little anxious that somehow Corpse just magically knew that you were looking through your ship tag with him. These were your only worried thoughts until you went past your first… unsavory comment of the day.

“Y/N isn’t playing with them again today. Maybe she finally got the hint that they don’t want her around.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored it, but couldn’t help the rather loud sigh that escaped your lips.

“Hey, guys, I’m going to mute the mic for a second. Everything’s good, don’t worry.” Corpse said into his mic before turning around and facing you. “Is everything okay?”

Turning the phone off and laying it on your chest, you contemplated telling Corpse the truth. He’d just worry about you and you didn’t want that. But he already was worried about you- he’d muted Among Us just to check on you.

“Why are people so mean to others?”

Corpse studied you for a minute before patting his lap. “Come here.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“You're excused. Now come here.”

You stood up and cautiously walked towards the man, who sat before you expectantly. He playfully rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his lap sideways. Your back rested against one arm of his gaming chair while your legs draped across the other.

Corpse had one arm reaching around your back, placing his fingers on the keyboard while the other rested on top of your knees, grabbing the computer mouse. You laid your head on Corpse’s shoulder, resting in the crook of his neck.

“It’s in that shipping hashtag, isn’t it? I swear- whoever says that shit about you is dead wrong. Tell me if it gets worse, I’ll put them back in their fucking place. Nobody gets to decide who I’m with or who’s worthy of me.”

You only nodded and closed your eyes, breathing in Corpse’s cologne as he unmuted his mic once more to defend his honor, much like he was ready to defend you.

꧁꧂

Your body ached.

As you had argued your first day with Corpse, you’d been sleeping on his couch for four days now. The first night was okay- his couch was rather comfortable, but it didn’t compare to a bed. Now, your back, shoulders, and neck were killing you.

Every day, 7am would roll around and you would wake up, the soreness preventing you from sleeping in longer.

Usually, you would go into Corpse’s room and talk to him as he messed around on his laptop while sitting in his bed, but today when you entered, he was finally sleeping. It was the first time you’d seen him rest since you’d arrived and you quietly left, not wanting to disturb his much-needed sleep.

You made your way to his small kitchen, pulling out the few groceries that he had in his refrigerator to make breakfast.

Corpse often ate fast foods and takeout, and apologized earlier in the week for not having much to eat. You reassured him that it was okay- that him just letting you visit was enough- and now, you were determined to make it up to him with the best breakfast in bed ever.

You were halfway through making breakfast when the soft thump of feet echoed in the doorway before a chin planted itself on your shoulder.

“Whatcha cookin?” You practically shuddered at Corpse’s morning voice before suddenly gasping and shoving him out of the kitchen.

“No! No!” You pushed him back to his room, “Stay! Go back to bed, now!”

Right as you turned to go back to the kitchen, Corpse caught your wrist and pulled you down onto the bed with him. You practically squealed as you fell, making him laugh.

“Why? What’s going on?” He turned to face you with a teasing smile.

“I was making you breakfast in bed! I was gonna surprise you when you woke up, but you ruined it.” You pouted.

“Aw, poor baby.” His hand reached up and brushed a stray hair out of your face before he traced down your jawline, reaching your chin and using his finger to tilt it up. “I think I’ve got a better surprise, though.”

You quirked an eyebrow, but before you could say anything his lips were on yours. Your heart stopped, but you almost immediately melted into his kiss, bringing your own hand up to cup his cheek while his moved to rest on your waist.

Corpse soon propped himself up on his elbow, never once leaving your lips- just deepening the kiss. He smiled and gave you a few more pecks before finally pulling away and looking at you in adoration.

“Those little hate comments? They’re wrong. If anything, I don’t deserve you. You’ve still got me under a little spell and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Corpse, you deserve the world and I’d be honored to be the one to give it to you.”

“God, you’re perfect for me.”

You couldn’t say anything else. You could only lay beneath him, admiring the man who was now yours. Corpse leaned down again to capture you in another kiss, but you suddenly jerked away before you could lose yourself again.

“Shit, the pancakes!”

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[tommyspeakycap]

omgg write something about playing or braiding jack’s hair

oh em gee I love this !!!!! I loved his hair braid too omg

Jack had a very specific barber he liked to go to to get the same quality haircut he always got. He trusted that specific barber and his appointments were always made in advance to absolutely ensure he could get it done the way he liked by whom he liked at the right time so it never got overgrown or hard to manage. Jack was very specific about his hair and about keeping it the way he liked it to be. It was part of his image, part of him really. The Brummie boy hated when anyone else touched it. Be that joking team members giving his head a teasing push or his dad ruffling his hair each time he walks in the door, it irks the living daylights right out of him.

So it seems as though it’s Jack’s own personal nightmare now the barbers are shut with absolutely no sign of opening up for at least another month and Jack can’t seem to take one minute more of training with his hair getting all up in his eyes, dropping into his face and blowing wildly in Birmingham wind even with a headband in. It is driving him absolutely insane. It’s all he can think of in this moment.

And that is because he currently has your fingers tangled in it completely absentmindedly as he lays in between with your legs with his legs stretched out along the L section of the L shaped couch. Your eyes are fully focussed on the storyline evolving throughout an old episode of Greys Anatomy. Jack’s arms are around your torso as his head rests comfortably on your lower stomach with his eyes peacefully shut. He would usually engage in the TV with you, but the preseason after an unexpected break that had him doing less exercise than he definitely should have been doing had him absolutely shattered.

It was rare for even you to touch the locks he took so laughably serious, but it felt like the most soothing experience he’d maybe ever had to feel the gentility of your finger massaging over his scalp in the most relaxing manner he’d ever known. Even his sports massages after long matches weren’t this relaxing.

“Mmmhm, feels so good.” He murmurs, his voice ticking your stomach as he speaks against it, the sigh that leaves him making you giggle in response. “So annoyin’ in training.” He adds tiredly, but not lacking in the obvious irritation he feels towards it. Jack tends to feel a lot and often, and even seemingly small things like his hair getting in the way of his play was unimaginably irritating for him.

“I could cut it?” You suggest.

“Yeah,” he snorts, “And end up like the poor dog? I’ll pass love.”

“Aw come on! It wasn’t that bad.” You retort

“He looked like a street rat with curls, sweetheart.” He laughs, despite the disappointment he feels for your hands leaving his hair for the first time since he lay down tonight.

“Cheek.”

“Sorry baby.” He lulls, finally looking up at you for the first time, lifting his face to offer you a smile that strained him. Holding his head up like that was too much for his already tired muscles, so he’s quickly laying his head back to its resting place. You can’t think of anything else to retort with, knowing full and well the incredibly poor state of affairs that occurred in your household three weeks into Lockdown 1 after you attempted to give the dog a haircut out of pure boredom and lack of open dog grooming services. The state of affairs being Jack crawling to the bathroom on his knees and one hand with the other hand holding onto his crotch because he was trying so hard not to wet himself from laughing at the poor pup who looked so confused that his dad hadn’t been able to greet him as normal when he returned from the weekly food shop.

Jack very nearly did piss on your good cream carpet that day, so it was fair for him to not trust your barber skills either. Especially being the way he is about his hair.

“You know the old episodes make me miss Derek.” You announce after a moment of only the television speaking between the two of you.

“He the one with the hair?” Jack mumbles. You snort a laugh.

“They’ve all got hair, Jack. Go on, say it then?”

“Fine,” he huffs indignantly, “The one with the good hair.”

Your giggle makes his heart erupt into butterflies that dance through his stomach and chest just like it does every single time he gets to be lucky enough to hear it. Jack doesn’t like to admit when others have hair he likes. He prefers to live in a world where his hairstyle is simply the best, and truly he usually does. He tends to live in his own world anyway. The world where his hair is fantastic, he gets to do what he loves for a living and come home to you each and every day. That’s his world and fucking hell does he love that world.

In reality though, part of that world is that however fictional Derek Shepherd may be, his hair is fantastic and always looks rather immaculate. Something Jack can’t quite relate to at this current moment in time. “You know this episode is kinda about his hair,” you note softly, hands smoothing back over your boyfriends brown locks. He knows by the tone of your voice that you’re going to go into more detail about the episode currently playing through on Amazon Prime TV. Some people may well have been annoyed listening to their girlfriends recounting entire episodes of TV shows that they weren’t exactly inclined to watch, but Jack was not one of those men. He didn’t care what you were talking about, just the sound of you talking was enough to make him listen intently. He loved to hear you talk, and if that was the only thing that he ever got to hear for the rest of his life then he’d still be happy.

“They adopted a little girl and he hasn’t quite figured her hair out yet but everyone’s shocked ‘cause his hairs pretty good. Like you, a little. You got good hair, just haven’t learned to manage it yet eh?” You explain, weaving your fingers in and out of those stands of hair that make him hum in both understanding and enjoyment. He isn’t sure what you’re doing, but the weaving of stands, pads of your fingers dancing over his scalp carefully, softly feels like what he might imagine heaven to be. “Yeah?” He asks, “And what does he do then?” His voice is filled with genuine interest for what you were saying. It was the first time you’d ever known that in a relationship. He heard you snigger softly to yourself. “He learns from someone who knows a bit more about hair than he does.” You state pointedly, prompting him to roll his eyes even if you can’t see him.

“I’m not letting you cut my hair, (y/n). Not happening, I’m sor-“

“Alright, Jack. I bloody know! That’s not what I meant.” You grumble. Jack can immediately imagine your disgruntled pout already, with those irritated narrowed eyes and the playful scrunch of your nose. “Sorry.” Every time he sees that look on you, he moves to kiss that furrow out of your nose. It makes his heart smile each and every time he sees it. You are simultaneously the most beautiful, more adorable and hottest woman he has ever laid his eyes on. “Sorry baby,” he reiterated, “Go on.”

“I could braid it for you?”

That earns a belly laugh from him that reverberates through your body, jostling with the force of his whole body laughter. “So you will,” he bellows in breaks between the ever comedic gasping from breath after each loud laugh. “Not a chance.”

He pushes himself up to sit back on his knees, trapping your legs between his as he looks down at you with a huge grin still stretching his lips and creasing his eyes, yet they still sparkle in adoration for you. “Oh yeah?” You muse with a giggle to follow despite the firm attempt to seal it behind clenched lips. The giggle sets those dimples into your cheeks, his eyes just drinking you up as you lounge back on the huge couch there in front of him, sinking back into the pillows just like he had been sinking against you in comfort for hours only moments ago. “Yeah.” He repeats firmly, the playful jest of his words not lost on your ears as he leans forward.

With the emission of only a small, surprised yelp from you that turns the head of the dog in his bed for only a moment, Jack has grabbed your legs to tug you down so you were laying flat on your back on the L of the sofa. He leans over you, hands and strong arms keeping him above you with ease. “Realllly?” You tease, one eyebrow quirked. Jack loves it when you do that, mostly because he can’t and he finds it beautifully funny.

Your hands reach up to his face, cupping over the beard on his cheeks to bring his face down to peck his lips before letting him press back up like a simple press up over your body. This was a common occurrence between the pair of you and Jack had always loved to show off. “Not cuttin’ about with a braid in my hair baby, sorry.”

He dips down for another kiss and you break out another giggle that parts your lips from his. “You already are, bub.”

“Ya what?” He pops straight up, sitting again back on his knees. “Not falling over your face now eh?” You taunt with a cheeky grin that makes him furrow his brows. Jack removed his hands from beside you to run one after the other over the top of his hair, a weird mix of a grin and disbelief washing over his face. Your sweetheart smile warms his heart as you lay there looking up at him with tired eyes and a lazy smile, cheeks flushed and one of his old cotton shirts keeping you warm long after his body raises from yours.

“Wait there!” He yells, bounding off the couch to all but leap through the living room until he reaches the mirror in the hall just outside the door. “Babe!” He cheers through the house, appearing back in the doorway of the room. “Nah it’s kinda cool, you fuckin’ smashed that!” You sit up and turn around towards him with your hand covering your mouth in a giggle that makes him stride forward and tug your hand away so he can see that beautiful smile. He jumps back again. “And look; stays in when I move around like-”

An immediate howl of laughter breaks out of your mouth with your head tipped back in hysterics as you watch him run on the spot, jump on the spot and then shake his head around like your puppy when he had a cone on his head. You laugh so hard your laughter looses its noise, simply existing as a elongated wheeze and a sudden gasp for desperate air to aid and allow for only more laughter. “Why you laughing for?” He yells, his words split by his own laughter as he tugs you to your feet, standing taller than him when your on your feet on the couch. Jack wraps one arm around your waist and moves the other down to the bend of your knees to sweep your legs from beneath you, perching you on the edge of the back of the couch.

“It,” kiss, “is,” kiss, “perfect.” Kiss.

“Just like you, baby.” He rumbles lowly, “Perfect just like my girl. Gonna wear it to training. Keep hair out my face, remind me of you, perfect.” He just keeps talking, keeps praising you between kisses while he brings you closer and closer to him until you can wrap your legs around him. Locked in place, he takes your face in his hands.

“So you’ll let me braid it again?” You chime, eyes lighting up. Jack chuckles, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks with a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose. “Course baby. Every day.”

True to his word Jack Grealish is. Every night he comes home from his training, he’s laying on the couch letting you massage the days stresses out of his mind, letting your fingers weave the tension out of his scalp. Jack’s never let anyone take care of him so much. He’s never felt comfortable to be taken care of like this, but you are his exception. His one single exception. And every morning he sits in the floor at the foot of the bed while you sit with a leg on either side of him, fingers weaving the strands into place for the day and tighter for match days. People make comments but Jack doesn’t give even half of a shit. His hair is how he likes it; out of his face so he can concentrate on his game and it gives you more of a reason to actually be up in the morning when he leaves before the sun rises above you. That’s perfect for Jack.

Until his next haircut, the only time that footballer doesn’t have a braid through his hair is when your fingers are tangling in it while he’s between your legs for another very enjoyable reason.

[allegra-writes]

"Don't Dream it's over"

A "Hopeless Romantic" out take, can be read as a stand alone.

Billy Russo x Reader

Teen and up

Warnings: Canon typical dark-ish Billy, unresolved sexual tension in the form of thinly veiled threats

Hey, guys! I know I said I was going to post the next part of "Hopeless Romantic" this weekend but real life got in the way, so I'm posting this early draft as an apology, in the hopes you can find a little mercy and don't unfollow this poor, extremely busy, writer 💔

Back when I first wrote this, Reader was going to be Dinah's friend instead of Frank's, so her refusal to give into her feelings for Billy was going to be rooted in a deeper guilt (you'll see why), and Billy was going to be... Well, he was going to be the same bastard, but pretty much from the get go.

This was obviously inspired by that one confrontation scene with Dinah in season two. Hope you enjoy💖

MY MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE

The scream died in your throat even before his hand came up against your mouth to drown it, the crisp, expensive smell of his cologne giving away the identity of the intruder inside your darkened apartment even before he spoke.

"Shhh baby girl" Billy Russo breathed hot against your ear, "it's just me…"

"That is exactly why I should scream" you countered, even as you kept your voice barely louder than a whisper.

"Aw, I promise you baby," he cooed mockingly in response "before this is over, I will make you scream"

He punctured his words with a quick kiss to the side of your neck, chuckling at the way you tensed, before letting you go.

You almost tripped over yourself in your haste to get away from him as fast as you could, willing your heart to calm down its furious beating, telling yourself it was galloping in fear, and nothing more.

Definetly not in reaction to the way his body had been pressed against yours. Absolutely not at having his warmth, his touch, against your skin after almost a year.

"What do you want, Billy?" You were proud at how steady your voice sounded. He shrugged.

"What I always want"

Information, then.

"I already told you everything I know-"

"Have you?" He interrupted, taking a step. You took a step back, "Because, you see… I don't think you did"

No. He couldn't know, could he? There was no way he could possibly know. His mind was in shambles, that's what Dr. Dumont had said. The last three years -or more- erased from his memory.

And yet…

"I haven't lied to you"

"Not saying you did," He placated, "but you didn't tell me everything either. Am I right, agent?"

His lips curled in disgust around the last word, the only outward sign that betrayed how upset he truly was. But you had experience in dealing with him, you could feel the undercurrent of danger in his faux calm demeanor. The step back you took this time was deliberate.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" feeling behind you, your hand had barely reached the handle of drawer, when he waved your own gun at you.

"Looking for this?"

You froze.

"I could give it back, if you really want me to" he turned it around in his hand, offering the handle, "You always point this at me, every single time. You never pulled the trigger, though, wonder why is that… You don't want it?" He goaded, shrugging again when you refused to take it from his hands, "Suit yourself"

Gun tucked safely behind his back, he sat on your couch, making your eyes burn at the way he just fitted there. As if he owned the place, as if he was meant to be right there, in the middle of your home, surrounded by your books, by your records and your friends' pictures, in the middle of your life.

And maybe, just maybe, once upon a time, you had thought exactly that.

You knew better now.

He gestured at the chair in front of him. You crossed your arms over your chest, watching in some misguided sense of satisfaction as his jaw clenched at your obvious rejectionl of his invitation.

"I'm not in the mood for games, Billy. Ask me what you came here to ask, and go away"

"So you can call the cops? Why don't you come after me yourself, Y/N? I've given you plenty of chances. Tell me, are you that eager to play damsel in distress for detective Mahoney's knight in shining armour?"

You frowned, did he know about your date with the detective?

"... Or maybe," He went on, smirking, "maybe you don't really want to catch me"

"What the-"

"Why did you come to the hospital?" He demanded, voice raising above yours. You almost sighed in relief, so that was what this was about? "I didn't have many visitors. Not many loved ones, I guess... But you came to see me. Why?"

"I went to see my partner" The lie fell easily from your lips, you had some practice with it, having fed it it to both Curtis and Frank before, "You were just there on the way out"

"Your partner" He repeated, obviously not convinced.

"Dinah Madani. You might not remember her though, she put a bullet in your head, you returned the courtesy?" Only Dinah hadn't been lucky enough to wake up.

Billy chuckled, amused,

"No, can't say it rings any bells… I can see why I liked you, though"

You couldn't help your scoff,

"You didn't like me, you used me. You slept with me for information, while openly dating Dinah"

He was up and onto you in a blink, crowding you against the breakfast bar that separated your tiny living room from your equally small kitchen.

"Maybe" He leaned even closer, hot breath fanning against your face, "but it's not Dinah I remember just like this against a wall, moaning my name"

Your eyes went wide as you leaned back as far as you could to get away from him trapped as you were against the counter.

"You-"

"Yeah, I remember you. Everything else is-... Is a mess, but you? You, I remember" He licked his lips, smirking as your eyes zeroed in his pink tongue, "On your hands and knees on a training mat, bended over a desk, ridding me inside my car… I dreamed about you every night, Y/N. Tell me, who did you dream about?"

Him. You had dreamt about him, him moving above you, his phantom touch leaving burning trails on your skin long after you had woken up, him kissing you like he wanted to suck your soul out of your open mouth, too hard, until you couldn't breath.

A black mask. A hidden blade Him stabbing you. Dinah desperately crying for help as you bled out in her arms.

His hand snaked under your blouse, fingertips gracing the scar you still carried from his knife.

"You still wear my mark" He whispered, almost reverently, in awe.

You pushed against his chest, but he only surged forwards, hand tangling in your hair, bending you backwards on the counter as you punched and kicked at him.

But the angle was all wrong, leaving you with no leverage to push him off you as his fingers digged painfully around your throat. White spots exploded in your vision as you trashed, flailing arms knocking appliances and cups, until your hand hit something heavy and smooth. Wood.

Your fingers closed around one of the knife's handle, finally taking it out of the block to rest it against Billy's neck. He froze, frenzied eyes meeting yours.

"Do it" He breathed out, "If someone's gonna kill me, I want it to be you"

You pressed harder, until a faint red line appeared under the blade, but no further.

Not as Billy's lips crashed against yours, hard and punishing.

Not as the hand under your shirt moved up, cupping your breast, thumb circling your nipple over the lace.

Not as his other hand popped the button of your jeans open and sliped inside...

[wh6res]

one more time | markhyuck

"if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you’re gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" — lhc 

warnings. dubious content, swearing, bondage, voyeurism, masturbation, exhibitionism, mentions of stalking, fingering, oral (f receiving), degradation, there’s a knife (but no knifeplay), a threesome, implied kidnapping 

disclaimer. i dont condone anything. this isnt a normal relationship. this aint love.

note. prolly going to hell for this but who cares. markhyuck for @nakamotocore​ i wuv ya ie please get better soon! TT and dom hyuck for my napaka kalat na mami @donghyukcore​

against all rational thinking, haechan is getting bored from seeing the pathetic five feet distance between you and mark when he comes home. he tries to understand the other male in the relationship. truly, he does, even if he highly doubts that celibate little mark lee can pleasure you the way he can but everything's practically past that line now. donghyuck just wants to have some fun with you two, is that too much to ask for? at this point, he's blatantly ignoring the fact that you and mark don't even like each other.

but haechan cares for mark just as much as he cares about you and he won't just let his best friend miss out on all the fun things he can do to their little doll, right? what kind of a friend would he be? once haechan shoves him into a world of temptation and sin and pleasure, mark would kiss his self-induced celibacy goodbye.

plus, you've been awfully naughty these days.

talks about wanting to come home or getting at least a few rights to have gadgets were the only thing you said whenever you see him. it went as far as practically growling and running away from haechan when he tries to initiate something with you, screeching your lungs out and saying, "don't fucking touch me, you creepy little psycho!"

deflowering mark.

punishing you.

he'd be killing two birds with one stone.

he's fucked your stubborn little self into submission once, but all that overprivileged tv sessions might've put silly little ideas into your dumb little head again. alas, no worries, he'll just have to do it one more time. and maybe, now with the aid of his good 'ol buddy mark, they'll both be able to screw you up so good you'll never want to leave their clutches.

"gumdrop, can you come here for a second?"

haechan isn't deaf to the exaggerated groan you let out from the living room and it grates on his nerves how utterly brave you are for being passive aggressive. you reminded him of a little girl in a temper tantrum because they weren't given any candy - and when you show up in the master bedroom clad in your little pink dress, eyes upturned and sharp, a pathetic little girl was all he can think of when he saw you.

only now did he notice that you had even detangled your hair from the intricate braids haechan spent at least twenty minutes doing earlier this morning. where was mark all this time? why wasn’t he there to stop you? geez, you both are so going to get it, this time!

"what do you want?"

"can you give me a hug? i felt awfully stressed at work today. i need my little gumdrop."

this was obviously a test. don't get him wrong, he'll still punish you but if just this one time you learned to swallow that bitchy attitude and come crawling to him as the perfect lover should, maybe he won't be too harsh.

but he gave you too much credit, he thinks. of course his dumb cockwhore doesn't know shit. of fucking course, you wouldn't know it was a test. not when you scoffed, rolled your eyes at him, and spun in your heels to walk back to the living room.

"beat your meat with your own hands, creep."

haechan's reaction is immediate, his long legs allowing no delay in crossing the room to mercilessly fist your hair. he had pulled your hair so bad you thought it was going to rip right at the roots, all of his pent up anger due to your poor behavior channeling into that one grip.

you feel his scoff of disbelief against the curve of your neck as haechan pulls you flush against his body. "what the fuck did you just say to me?" he laughs patronizingly. "beat my meat with my own hands – aw, baby! that has got to be the best one yet!"

it truly was, though. he's not going to lie. out of every vicious snarl and hate-induced words you said to him, that particular offhand comment takes the cake. seriously, sometimes haechan thinks you're deliberately trying to make him furious – gumdrop, if you wanted to be fucked silly, all you had to do was ask.

he hurls you to the mattress, breath knocking right out of your lungs. before you can even sit back up and crawl away from haechan, he's already crawling over your body to sit directly on your stomach, fiddling with something on the headboard. you nearly scream in frustration, no matter what you do, you just can't throw him off of you!

"i don't know why the fuck you're behaving this way but it's gone too far. one more time. do i need to fuck some respect into you, one more time?”

a new wave of motivation surges through you when you hear the familiar click clacking of metal. your eyes widened just a fraction, the only thing that gave away the unease quickly seeping under your skin. if not for haechan's perceptive eyes, he would have missed it.

he merely used one hand to grip both your wrists in a vice. "no!" you squirmed, tossing and turning and trying with all your might to get him off of you. "no! i don't want that – not the cuffs!"

he loops the respective bands around your wrists with practiced ease. the last handcuffs he used had torn and marked your skin, something haechan wasn't fond of. only he can paint your bare skin with colors.

thus, he bought newer ones. the bands were a bright shade of red, connected to each other using a medium sized chain that loops around one of the steel wires of the bed, and the little bells attached to the bands ring with your every movement.

haechan knows the bells drove you crazy. its incessant ringing driving you up the wall as you couldn't keep your hands still whenever he fucked you to oblivion – he knew how much you loathed the sound of the bells, all the more reason for him to enjoy.

and mark, too. speaking of which…

you stubbornly pull at your bounded hands, glaring at the man before you as he studies your state. the corners of his lips curl up at the sight of you struggling. "you always look so good in red, gumdrop."

before you were given a chance to reply, he stormed out of the room with a sense of purpose bounding his steps. "lee donghyuck!" you screamed. "fucking come back and get me out of these, you pervert!"

he can hear you thrashing in your chains and yelling profanities from a room away. where was the demure girl he turned you into after only a week living in the apartment? though funny enough, the blood in haechan's sadistic side rushes in excitement at the prospect of wiping that glare off your face. it wasn't the fear, nor your submission that gets him off. it was the idea that he can and he will break you down no matter how many times you try to build yourself back up again.

he's not too sure whether he's going to eliminate that dirty mouth you've developed, though. because you did make him snort in the most unattractive way when you told him he can fucking jack himself off when he had been merely asking for a hug. this aggressive side you developed is… nice. he can work with it.

"can you ask your play thing to keep it down?" mark hisses, flinching and making an offkey sound with his guitar when a certain screech from you caught him off-guard.

haechan smiles.

"why don't you shut her up?"

it took a good few minutes trying to talk mark into stepping into the bedroom where he's got you chained to the headboard, but alas, haechan can be persuasive if he wants to be.

frankly, the younger man is sick and tired of hearing both of you bicker – it's no wonder you've developed a sharp tongue! it's all mark's fault and yet it's haechan that has to do the dirty work of setting you straight all over again. you're a tough cookie to crack, someone hauntingly immune to the violence and chaos.

and yet…

"you don't – don't seriously plan on doing this, do you?" your eyes go back and forth between the two males, primarily addressing the younger, devil-spawned male. haechan, ever observant, picks up the light tremor in your voice.

haechan had uttered a playful "if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you're gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" before forcing the older boy to sit by your side, mark's thighs grazing the temples of your head as your eyes awkwardly flutter up to the spectator.

mark couldn't deny he was intrigued by the emotion reflecting in your orbs. when your eyes met, it was a silent plea, he just knew it was. and unlike vulnerable and helpless you, mark, to some extent, still had at least some sense of freedom to him. he can choose to walk away, to stop haechan from trying to get him laid, maybe even talk the other boy into postponing your punishment.

but he'll do no such thing.

not because he has a moral compass (he doesn't, really) but because mark knew firsthand, there's no stopping haechan once he sets his mind into something – and right now, if that boy wants to punish you and use mark to fulfil his exhibitionistic fantasies then that's what'll happen.

your bottoms were the first to go, haechan's blunt nails digging into your skin as he pulled it down slowly, patronizingly, while watching bemused at your squirming. "this is how you know she needs a reminder," he says, addressing mark. "a good princess should take whatever's given to her like a good girl but if she's being an ungrateful brat –"

you flinch when he harshly smacks your thigh.

"– she gets what’s coming for her, right?"

there's a second's delay with mark's reply. haechan didn't mean for the question to be rhetorical, he wanted an answer from the other boy.

"right, mark?"

"r – right…"

haechan laughs, flipping the skirt of your dress up. "what, are you that excited for pussy that you're stuttering? that's cute."

you hear mark intake a sharp breath when haechan dives in to give you feathery kisses in your inner thigh. he always starts off this way, after figuring out this gets you wet way faster than simply kissing you.

as haechan starts talking, lips lazily grazing over your skin, you fight hard not to utter a single sound as you pull on your chains. "listen carefully, markie. do you hear those whimpers? she likes it," you feel the prickles of his sharp stare. "she's just too much of a fucking brat to admit it. go on gumdrop, your fighting spirit makes this all the more interesting."

you hate the patronizing tone he used as his hands trail higher, and higher until it's pinching at the bud of your clit. and against your whole being trying to keep your lips sealed, alas, it parts and creates a soft whimper that has mark stiffening next to you.

haechan lays his tongue flat against your folds. you weren't in the least bit wet yet to accommodate his size, but that's easy. he merely circles the bud with the tip of his tongue before pushing two fingers in. months of standing in the shadows outside your window had made him memorize the movement of your fingers whenever you pleasured yourself.

he felt the jolts of the bed as you shook your head side to side, trying with everything you can to hold your moans in. a corner of his lips can’t help but curl up. "what, gumdrop? too shy to lose yourself because we have an audience? don't worry our celibate little friend over here seems to like it. go on, give him a show."

too lost in the ministrations of his lips and fingers, you don't see haechan meeting eyes with mark, nodding at an object lying on the bed side table. you can only shudder when the cool tip of a knife presses against the base of your throat, hooking under the collar of your dress as mark slowly rips it off.

but haechan doesn't have the patience. "dude, give that to me. at your phase you'll get her naked tomorrow. let the tip cut her skin, the bitch deserves it anyway."

you scream when he drags it unceremoniously down your front, narrowly missed tearing at your navel. there are a few pricks of pain here and there for when the knife accidentally nicked your skin. he sure was ruthless as can be. why did you even bother acting like a brat, cursed him out, when it gave you no benefits whatsoever? did he unknowingly transform you into this sick little masochist that thrived on his sadism?

"no."

it was a defeated whisper. the last of your resolve turning into dust as the breath escapes your lungs. why did losing feel so heavy in your chest? you don't notice your arms slumping, nor your head nodding off to one side, the weight of your horrible reality sinking into you once again as if you had only been kidnapped yesterday.

but it had not been yesterday. it's been days. weeks. months. and the last time you sneakily got ahold of mark's phone and searched for your name, the last news clip or article published about your disappearance had been three months ago. that only meant one thing.

they weren't looking for you anymore.

just like that the world continued, other people's lives continued. all the while you're stuck here, rotting in the arms of your captors.

haechan's face emerged in front of you. he smiles and you would've believed he felt an ounce of guilt if not for that wicked stare in his eyes. "you've always been most beautiful like this, gumdrop. the hope disappearing in your eyes upon the realization that no one's coming for you anymore – i love it. i love you, my pretty girl."

he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead but he might as well have shot you straight in the heart.

there was no warning, nothing to ready you for the sudden intrusion happening on your bottom half and it was so bad, that it made you shut your eyes, hands wrapping around the chains as tears started falling across your cheeks.

rough fingers reached out and wiped them away.

something felt off.

the fingers were too calloused, opposed to the softness of haechan's nimble fingers. and while the aforementioned male had more length than girth, the person who's thrusting himself inside you is the complete opposite. he's stretching you out too much, not even bothering to give you time to adjust when he's already bucking his hips like an animal.

"shh, it's okay. i'll take care of you…"

this wasn't haechan.

and when you fluttered your eyes open to see mark's boyish little face, you can't help that look of betrayal painting your features. at least you only had to deal with one obsessive, sex-deprived freak. now, you're not so sure if you can handle both of them.

how foolish of you to think that mark's self-induced celibacy stretched far and wide when in reality, he was also just a boy with his own needs. a slave to his own temptations.

how cruel. so, so cruel.

in the back of your mind, you were thankful haechan cared enough to properly get you in the mood or else you would've been staining the bed sheets red by how deep and frantic mark’s thrusts were. it felt like he wanted to tear you in half.

"if i didn't know better i'd say you're experienced, markie! i wouldn't fucking know you're a virgin by how much you're humping her like a dog.”

curse him and his dirty mouth. his constant degradation is making it easier for mark to slide in and out of you, and a proof for that is the lewd slick sounds echoing in the room partnered with the older male's deep grunts – a complete opposite of the pitched, whiny sounds haechan makes.

'gumdrop, come on! be noisy with our first-timer here just how you're always noisy with me, yeah? don't be such a killjoy." the pout in his voice is evident, coming from the side of your ear.

you wish you had never turned your head, otherwise you wouldn't have to see him pumping his own dick in his hands right in front of you. the glare you shot probably looked pathetic, what with all the tears streaming down your face and your little theory proves true when you see his mouth quirk up to the side.

"i fucking hate you."

"mark, fuck her harder, wouldja? until she learns her fucking lesson."

the disturbed stare you gave him does not slip his notice, his hand's pace turning erratic, spurred by the slick sound of your walls, skin clapping, and mark's broken whines.

make him stop, your eyes said. please.

but haechan only shoots you an innocent smile before shaking his head. "didn't you tell me to beat my meat with my own hands?"

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prey and promises

 (NSFW)

hawks | takami keigo x reader 

word count: ~2.1k

keigo is a people pleaser at heart, and you’re his person. you want to try some new things in the bedroom. you do the math.

warnings: light restraints, light predator/prey (ish), praise kink, service dom keigo

a/n: people pleasing keigo is my kink, service dom keigo is my kink, here’s some pwp. this was originally my drabble for the exchange, but it got a wee bit long so it’s its own bastard now. enjoy some h word and happy valentine’s day loves!!!! 💗💗💗

“That too tight, dove?”

No, and honestly? Not tight enough.

The rope binding on your wrists was a bit too loose, a bit unpracticed, but a good effort despite all of that. Keigo really tried his best for you, and you could tell.

The bedroom was dim, for the sake of romance, suspense, or both. Only the flicker of a few perfectly placed jar and pillar candles lit the room, allowing Keigo’s wings to cast large, beautiful shadows across the room.

You watched, mesmerized by just his shadow.

That wasn’t mentioning the man who was straddling your hips, chest level with your face as he futzed with your bound wrists.

He worried to himself, nervously speaking just above breathing.

Who would’ve fucking thought, that number two, pro hero ‘Hawks’ was a goddamn sweetheart in bed?

He was a notorious playboy (wrong, but tabloids work harder than sinners on their knees), and unabashed flirt (true, but before you, he’d always been shit at the follow-through). Yet, he’d been worrying about the state of your bound arms for what had to be at least ten minutes.

As much as you appreciated the care, you were practically dripping onto the bed from all of the teasings he’d led up with (kissing, sucking, torturing your poor nipples until they were hard, flushed, and bitten.) It had been too long since you’d had the proper time to spoil each other, and Keigo was exploiting the opportunity for all it was worth.

Some time ago, he must’ve had the rope shipped to your shared apartment without you knowing. It wasn’t too thick, not too rough, just perfectly oiled and deep scarlet. It was worn by the time he’d brought it out to you that night, a surprise for you, but not him. He’d obviously been practicing knots in the little spare time he had.

It showed how much he cared, truly.

You’d mentioned, offhand, a month or two ago over a shared bottle of wine that you’d like to ‘spice things up’ in the bedroom when you had the chance to. Keigo had been intrigued, dug in a little more, and got you blushing and revealing a good handful of kinks.

And he delivered, the best he could anyway, with the experience and research he’d been able to put together.

“Not too tight at all,” You tug on the restraints, wiggling a bit below him, antsy and needy already. “Now get down here, or I’m gonna leave hickeys in some very visible places.”

Keigo ‘ooo’ed and flopped to rest his chest against yours, the chill of the barbels through his nipples making you shiver. He gives you a pleased smile, eyes sharp and half-lidded all at the same time, “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Both, if you keep talking and not touching,” You really tried to keep your tone from getting whiney. Keigo was content, always content, to be a tease, and without your hands, it was even easier to fall to mush beneath him.

“Needy,” Keigo clicked his tongue, snapping the elastic of the garter over your thighs. With his weight over your hips, and your arms high and held to the headboard, there wasn’t much you could do other than writhe a bit and plead with your eyes.

“If you were in my position, you’d be the same way,” you hissed.

“Maybe,” He mussed, lips trailing over the skin of your throat.

Keigo stole any retort and the breath from your lungs as he chomped down on your neck (really, he bit down) and suck at the skin. The bruise he was leaving began to ache almost immediately, teeth kneading away even as you arched and gasped beneath him.

You bucked your hips, begging silently for just a bit more—

And Keigo growled against your pulse. His hands gripping the fat above your waist and pressing you into the mattress with his body weight.

His wings puffed up and outstretched before your eyes as your breaths became more labored with each moment.

He’s really fucking turned on.

Keigo pulled back to sit over your hips, pupils wide and having eaten the amber of his eyes long again.

You tried to grind up into him, desperate for just something—

And Keigo pressed you to the bed again, wings widening to cover the two of you as a low rumble broke from his throat. You swallowed dry and your lips fell open as you watched Keigo, somewhat in awe and very horny.

“Here’s how tonight’s gonna work,” Keigo sounded way too pleased that you’d finally stilled. “You’re gonna be the good girl I know you are and let me decide how and when you get to feel good. You can do that, can’t you?”

You didn’t have a lot of fight left in you, not with the way he was looking at you, not with the way his hands were stretching and squeezing over your curves.

The small part of your brain that was still functioning recalled your tipsy conversation from months before—

...

“I dunno,” You giggled, leaning on Keigo’s side. “I just think I’d be nice to feel a little bit smaller, and weaker. In like a hot way.”

“... Small and weak is hot to you?” Keigo’s word only slurred slightly.

“Nah, not like that!” You pushed against his shoulder, hiding your bashful grin in his bicep. “Like... Use me a bit, you know? However you want to fuck me up, fuck me up.”

...

Apparently, Keigo had taken your request to heart. Did some serious ruminating. And was planning on delivering.  

“I said,” His wings half-flapped (oh, you were fucked)— “‘You can do that, can’t you?’”

He ran the tips of his nails (talons) over your ribs, the fucking bastard.

The nail in the coffin was the way how he dragged them up and up. Over the curves of your sides, your tits, heaving chest, and collar bones to plant either hand on the side of your head.

And Keigo leaned over you, naked and leaking, wings extended high with a fucking delicious and terrifying gleam filling his eye.

The sharp talon on his thumb ran over your cheek, and your stomach dropped. You felt your cunt clench around nothing as you pulled at the restraints.

“Yes, y-yes, yes!” You sputtered, lost in the pitch of Keigo’s pupils. “I can do that, it, whatever you want, please.”

Keigo visibly shuddered when you begged, but you hardly noticed. You were far more focused on how he shifted a knee between your parted legs, nudging his own flush with your bare cunt.

“Then fuck yourself on my thigh.”

Your hips moved without thought, the muscles and flesh on your tummy flexing to get just a morsel of him.

“Oh, I think I like this,” His breath felt so fucking hot against your ear, you swore you were scalded. “You’re just so fucking gorgeous when you doing just what I want you to.”

A strained, little sound dribbles from your lips as you nod, ‘yes, yes, I’m sure I look nice but I need more’, turning your head to drag your lips over his cheekbone.

His feathers ruffled, wings fluttering and flexing, the primaries scraping the ceiling but neither of you had a mind to care. Keigo had never really had this energy before, and you were a fucking glutton for it. You needed more, more of him and whatever he was willing to give.

You were begging for it without even thinking about it.

Keigo sat back on his heels, chest and cheeks flushed enough to match his wings.

He was so fucking pretty.

You took him all in, lips parting and just a bit of drool spilling from the corner of your mouth. Just a little bit.

All the while, you kept grinding on his thigh, soaking Keigo in slick that he oh so fucking sinfully gathered up on two fingers that he then sucked clean.

Bastard, bastard—

And impatient bastard.

“Such a good little dove,” Keigo purred, palming his cock with his saliva-soaked hand. “My good little dove. I’m sure you want something to fill you up, don’t you? Tell me. Use that mouth of yours.”

And you spewed.

You slurred about how hot Keigo was like this, how much you needed his cock, because, I don’t know, for fuck’s sake, without it you might as well die. You licked your chapped lips as he grinned above you, more smug than you’d ever seen him.

And thank fucking god, he threw your legs over his shoulders and fucked into you clean with one, single motion.

You shrieked, stretched and stuffed without a moment to adjust but you didn’t fucking care. The burn was grounding, the heat spreading from your cunt to the tips of your toes and fingers as you tugged at the restraints, begging for more until your voice went hoarse.

And, as... predatory as Keigo was presenting himself, large and sharp and intimidating, he was ultimately still your dutiful lover who wanted nothing more than to have you ruined for anyone else on his thick, pretty cock.  

“FUCK!” Your voice broke high as you took Keigo’s cock, eyes rolling white as he moved, so fast— “K-Keigo!”

The tempo he set was something worse than brutal. It tore the breath from your lung with each slam of his hips. Each slap of skin on skin had a high moan ripping from your throat in time with the creek of the headboard. The way his cock hit everything so perfectly was overwhelming, but all the same you wanted to drown in it, take it between your ribs and absorb and it and be—

“Whose are you?”

His, Keigo’s, his, his, HIS—

“Y-Yours, yours, YOURS!”

Your vision sparked on the edges as you came, spin curling off the bed, back blown to high hell but you didn’t fucking care. All you could focus on was the pleasure of it all and the way Keigo didn’t slow—

The bastard sped up.

You sputtered something, a weak ‘too much!’, but with no safeword (no need to use it, you felt more alive on his cock than you had in a long time), Keigo kept up his pace, sweat pouring down his temples and feathers twitching blurrily in your vision.

A hand slipped between your bodies, “Y-You’re so perfect, baby, best f-fucking girl in the world for me.”

“Y-you’re best girl?” Your voice broke into a whine as pummeled that knot of nerves, your gut overheating in the best way—

“Yes, fuck, my best girl,” Keigo took only a moment of pause, catching his breath before continuing at a pace and depth you didn’t think you could take but you were— “My b-best, perfect, girl. You’re fucked for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded dumbly, watching Keigo’s bow forward with the curve of his spine.

“Good, good,” Keigo’s voice was just as rough as yours, weak for you and your spent, perfect body and self. “You take me so well, gonna take all of me so, so—”

The finger rolling your clit sped up, and heat shot through you, cunt clenching and sending the two of your tumbling with each other.

“GOOD!”

Keigo’s hips finally stuttered, slamming into yours once, twice, and third time before he spills into you, stuffing you so full you swear you can feel it in your tummy.

You were cresting at the same time, swimming in the sensation of him, slick soaking your thighs as Keigo gave a few shallow thrusts, stuffing you.

And you came down together.

You were only half lucid as Keigo pulled out, laying thick praise on you with words and little kisses to your undoubtedly sore legs. A feather or two loosened the ties around your wrists, so your arms could drop limply to your sides. The rope left the prettiest indentations that you made a not to ogle at when you were more present. 

Keigo flopped beside you in the sheets, greedy hands pulling you close to mingle in sweat, sound and breath.

“So, how was I?” Keigo asked.

Someone less practiced in knowing him would assume his tone sounded over-confident, the lazy smirk he was wearing only adding to his incredible acting.

But you could tell from the tension still bound up in his wings, and the little crinkles between his brows, and the thick swallow he gives you, that he is indeed asking you, genuinely, ‘how did I do?’.

You replied with a deep breath, fumbling a bit to grab his hips, fingers dancing up his spin to rest the roots of his wings between your spread fingers.

“You did so good, Kei’, please fuck me like that again sometime—” It would probably be smart to let your very blown out back heal, but—

Keigo kissed you, hard and hot with a hand pulling your jaw just right.

“‘Sometime’?” Keigo murmured, nibbling your bottom lip, the fucking whore. “Why not now?”

You had no reason to refuse, so why not?