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turcott3 · 3 months

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made for me

matt rempe x fem! reader

warnings: cursing, kissing, oral f and m receiving, protected sex, pet names, fluff

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you giggled at the soft feeling of the bed after matt tossed you onto it, climbing over you, attaching your lips desperately but lovingly. you were both dressed and ready for bed but it seemed you were both far from ready to sleep.

you haven’t been with matt for more than 2 months and if you were honest, you were afraid to get physical with him due to his size. which always sounded stupid coming out, but matt is a giant, beautiful, brunette monster. you couldn’t even fathom the things he would do to you, but tonight things felt different. sex was in the air looming over the two of you. the way his soft lips tangled themselves with yours sent butterflies through your body. you admired the was the light chiseled his abdomen and the way his grey sweatpants made you nervous to have him pummeling deep inside you. you weren’t sure how much you could handle.

“baby.” he says picking his head up and locking eyes with you.

“hm?”

“can we?”

“matt im-“

“baby please, i just want to love you. i want to show you, in more than just words, how beautiful you are and i know you’re afraid but i promise i’ll be so careful. i’ll take such good care of you my love.”

“you promise?” you reply, the fear wasn’t coming from a place of unknown. you weren’t a virgin, you’d just never dated a 6 foot 7 beefy athlete before.

“i promise. i would never hurt you. if it’s too much tell me and i’ll stop okay? i want you to be comfortable.”

“okay.” you accept smiling lightly, watching your boy’s eyes light up made your heart jump in your chest. you knew he was romantic and truthfully you were beyond excited to explore further into your relationship, fears aside. you also, subconsciously, loved the way he was begging for you. the way he’d just begged to touch and love you made you crave him in ways you hadn’t before.

“my beautiful baby.” he smiles, attaching your lips in a kiss that you swore could’ve caused a spark that set the whole room on fire. he toyed with the seam of your large tshirt, allowing him to tug it off you carefully, hardly losing touch.

“to make this even, let’s lose these.” you giggle as you sat there in only your thong, tugging at the waistband of his dreadful sweatpants. he smirks at you before pulling them down, keeping eye contact with you. he stepped back out of his pants and looked you up and down. you become painfully aware of your bare chest and fight the urge to cover up.

“wow.” he scoffs.

“what?” you reply nervously.

“this was so worth waiting for, look at you. fucking gorgeous.” he smiles as your cheeks heat up.

“stop it matt.”

“what? i’m just stating the obvious.” he giggles, walking back over to you, kissing you with more passion than you’ve ever felt. his hand found its way into your hair, grabbing into it lightly,

“okay, what do you want to do?” he asks randomly.

“what do you mean?”

“like do you want to go a little further?”

“yes.” you simply say.

“lay back for me.” he says and you comply. delicately, he pulls your underwear down and your breath hitches in your throat at the sudden contact between your legs. his large hands wrapping around the outside of your thighs as his tongue pays close attention to your clit.

“oh fuck.” you say, your abdomen tightening as your hand tugs the brunettes hair. the way he paid such close attention to your pleasure. you were creeping close to the edge, you could feel yourself coming close to a climax.

“matt-“ you say and he backs off quickly, wiping his mouth with his arm.

“why’d you stop?” you frown.

“i don’t want you to get off on just that.” he giggles. you reach out and grab his face, bringing his lips back to yours.

“let me.” you say pushing him away. setting in the edge of the bed, yanking his boxers down. your eyes widened at the sight in front of you.

“holy shit.” you whisper to yourself before taking him into your hand, stroking him fully hard. you bring his tip to your lips as you push spit through your lips, circling the saliva with your tongue, striking him wet with your hand.

“jesus christ.” he groans looking down at the sight below him. he gathers your hair behind your head carefully, not pushing you. you lock eyes with him as you take him fully into your mouth, pushing your limits, holding your thumb to attempt to keep yourself from gagging. somehow, your lips almost touch the base of his cock. not once losing eye contact, your eyes well up with tears. fighting the urge to gag you remove him from your mouth, stroking him with your hand completely out of air.

“no more.” he says quietly, using two fingers to guide your chin back to his lips.

“but why?” you pout.

“because.” he giggles, making his point very clear as he drags his fingers through your soaking folds.

“promise you’ll go slow?”

“yes baby, i promise.” he smiles, grabbing a condom from his drawer.

“give me that.” you say. he hands you the condom and you carefully tear it open, rolling it onto his thick cock.

“lay back my love.” he says fluffing the pillows behind you before you lean back. he lines himself up with you, pushing in slowly. you gasped at the way he stretched you out, moaning out in pleasure. once he bottoms out, you can feel your stomach bulging.

“god matt you’re so big.” you gasp, running light fingers over the bulge which directed his attention to it.

“i’m all yours.” he smirks, using one hand to lift your head to meet his in the middle, connecting your lips sensually. slowly, he retracts his hips, thrusting back into you at the same speed. you couldn’t lie and say you were t enjoying the sensation of him being almost too big for you.

“are you okay?” he asks keeping his speed.

“yes baby, you can go faster.” you say, becoming anxious for him to speed up. carefully, he speeds up just enough for your moans to practically become cries.

“oh my god.” you say, your moans snapping up an octave.

“i love you.” he says lowly, his face inches away from yours.

“i love you too.” you choke out, your eyes fighting the urge to roll into the back of your head. he hit every single sensitive spot inside you, practically overwhelming all of your senses.

“matt.” you moan, your fingers scratching his back harshly.

“god fuck, say it again.” he grunts, picking up his pace.

“oh my fucking god, matt you feel so good,” you moan upon his request.

“i’m close.” you whisper just barely audible due to the loud sound of your skin slapping together.

“come for me baby. just let go.” he says, sucking at the skin in your neck as the line snaps in your stomach, releasing all of your tightened muscles, a galaxy forming in your eyes as he fucks you right through your orgasm. he slows down quickly, pulling out of you, still stroking his cock. hazily, you get into your knees and pull the condom off of him, quickly taking him back into your mouth. you sucked in your cheeks, paying close attention to his sensitive tip. you pull away, stroking him with pressure until you felt his cock twitch in your hand. you open your mouth immediately, allowing him to spill his salty climax into your tongue, locking eyes with him as you swallow every last drop of it. with daze in your eyes, you lay back down not worrying about your clothes.

“you okay baby?” he giggles, taking his place next to you, running a finger lightly down your arm.

“that was fucking incredible, you’re incredible.” you say rolling over to face him. he smiles at your words, bringing you in for a kiss before pulling you to his chest. the warmth of his bare skin, lulling you to a sleepy state.

“can we go to sleep now? you wore me out.” you ask, cuddled to his side.

“of course y/n.” he says pressing a kiss to your temple.

“i hope i dream about you.” you mumble closing your eyes.

“me too.” he giggles as your breathing slows.

“my beautiful beautiful baby. i love you so much.” he whispers into your hair, your heart fluttering, falling asleep very quickly after.

#matt rempe x reader #matt rempe #matt rempe fluff #matt rempe smut #ny rangers #hockey imagine #hockey smut #turcs’ talk

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bwabys-scenarios · 6 months

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Hello first timer here, Can I request for hcs for Gojo, Nanami and Choso wherein their frail darling manages to escape but not so far because they end up getting a fever from all the stress

No Escape

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

REQUESTS: OPEN

warnings: obsessive behavior, kidnapping, delusional mindset, choso breaks your leg

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Yandere Prompt List

Gojo

-He doesn’t keep you too locked up considering you’re not very strong, even a bit frail.

-You are usually left alone in his home when he’s busy, just with the front door locked. He’s already made you well aware that no matter what you do, he’ll always find you

-Unfortunately, you’re tired of being imprisoned and want to go outside. It wasn’t your attempt to escape really, you just wanted some fresh air and time in the sun.

-You didn’t expect it to be so cold. You only had on a pair of socks and slippers, along with a tshirt and pajama pants. As you walk around, you notice how out of the way your “home” is. Even if you wanted to run to someone for help, you couldn’t. If you did happen upon someone, Gojo may just kill them for trying to help you.

-After walking for 30 minutes, you collapse in the snow from fever. It doesn’t take long once Gojo comes home for him to find you. He’s nearly distraught with worry, taking you back to his home and calling Shoko to come take a look at you.

-When you wake up, instead of a punishment or yelling, he pulls you into his arms. This is the first time you’ve seen Gojo cry. “Please… never worry me like that again. I was terrified that I lost you…”

Nanami

-Now, even despite your condition, Nanami is much more careful keeping you confined and safe. It’s almost obsessive with the way he fawns over you, making sure you’re comfortable yet also being gator you’re not very capable of escaping.

-Even though you’re treated well, being locked up is boring. One day, you decide to attempt an escape, wanting your freedom.

-You don’t get very far before you collapse, your frail body and midn too stressed to continue. When Nanami finds you, he picks you up as gently as possible and carries you home.

-for your bad behavior you’re now forced to wear a chain on your ankle when he leaves, but to nip the problem of your boredom in the bud, he allows you to watch TV and buys you new books to keep your mind occupied. Nanami isn’t evil and he knows what he’s done to you is wrong, so he tries to be understanding and keep you comfortable.

-He is more cautious and paranoid for the next few weeks though, barely leaving you home alone for more than thirty minutes. It’s not that he thinks you’ll actually have a successful escape attempt, no, he doesn’t want you to get yourself hurt from over exertion.

Choso

-You are very much infantilized by Choso. He treats you like a sickly child, trying to feed and bathe you when you’re feeling tired. He never thought you would even think of escaping his grasp. In his mind, you desperately need his care and attention to survive.

-So when he finds you collapsed in the middle of the woods a few yards away from the small cabin he put you in, let’s just say he goes full on insane with worry and stress.

-He carries you back of course, making sure your fever is down before he settles on what he’s going to do. Choso’s delusional mind has been confronted with the fact that you’re not as innocent and frail as he thought. He’ll need to take drastic measures to insure you don’t get out again.

-he has tears streaming down his face when he breaks your leg, sobbing out apologies while you scream in agony. “So sorry princess, it’s for your own good, I promise. Shh, shh, don’t cry. It won’t hurt for much longer.”

-He has always called you princess, but after breaking your leg you are treated like one more than before. He does everything for you, making sure you take your pain medicine and eat well. Choso even bathes you, and is glad to see your need to escape vanish once you’re all healed. He only has to remind you of this experience when you’re being bratty once for you to fall in line.

-Choso hates that you fear him, but he’s happy you’re more compliant now. It means you’re safe, and if he has to be the villain to maintain your safety, so be it.

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allocnddits · 4 months

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Can I request protective Oscar which leads to her thinking he’s super hot like that and then that leads to smut please?

here it is, sorry for the wait babes

it was the little things

the way he never let you walk on the outside of the side walk

the way he would rest his hands on the curve of your back, right above your ass, anytime you were in a room full of people or a crowd you had to walk through

But that night specially it was all too hot. Lando had convinced your boyfriend to go clubbing with him after their podium. In reality all he wanted to do was go back to his hotel and maybe have the laziest, most intimate love making session with you. But you encouraged him to go out, it was his first podium in formula one and you felt full with pride, he had to celebrate it the right way.

So after the race you went back to the hotel and got ready to go out. Oscar looked unbelievably hot, it was the most boring outfit you could think of, for sure, but your boyfriend pulled it off perfectly. The black tshirt so tight on his arm, same with his jeans, they weren’t even supposed to be skinny but his thighs had gotten thicker and looked like they were about to burst out of those pants. The watch around his wrist, the chain you had gifted him at the beginning of the season adorning his neck and his cologne, god, that fucking cologne was intoxicating.

He was thrown on the bed, open like a starfish as he waited for you to get ready. You came out of the bathroom with a more casual than not outfit. Black mini skirt, white top and black boots, the star of the show being a vintage Mclaren jacket that Oscar would probably have to hold all night.

“Ready?” you asked as he sat up on the edge of the bed, groaning. “Come on, baby, it’s your first f1 podium, you can’t just stay in and do nothing.” you explained, combing your nails through his hair, trying to get it to sit right.

“I wasn’t gonna do nothing, i was gonna do you” he hugged your waist, cheek pressed to your stomach.

“You can do me every day, but tonight i already promised Lando we would be there.” your boyfriend dropped his head in defeat, knowing damn well that the next morning his teammate won’t even know if he was there or not.

None of you were very fond of clubbing, not really knowing what to do. You danced for a bit as oscar talked to his coworkers that were there. The way you swayed your hips pulling different pairs of eyes to watch you. It was Lando that noticed and told him that you were causing a scene. He called you over with a motion of his finger, you obeyed blindly, walking over to him.

“Everything alright, baby?” you asked as he hugged you tightly to his side, the hand that held your jacket moving to discreetly cover some of your ass.

“Yep, perfect” he nodded, taking a sip of his beer before starting to talk to his teammate again. you couldn’t help but stare every time he took the glass bottle to his lips, the way they puckered up against the brim and how his arm flexed when he lifted it. “Want some?” he asked when he realized you were staring.

You nodded, holding your hand out for the bottle but it never met you, instead he took it straight to your lips tipping it so the liquid met your tongue. You drank it till he pulled away, trying not to make a mess but some of it dribbled down your chin anyway. He looked down at you swiping his thumb on the spilt alcohol and kissing you. He was putting on a show for everyone to see. Lando downed the drink the had in his hands with a chuckle before excusing himself to get another one. The second his colleague walked behind you he stretched his arm out, pulling him by the arm.

“Don’t you look, either” he threw his hands up in irony and Oscar started basically burning up, his hand lowering so the jacket would cover more of your legs.

“Don’t be mean” you told him as you threw your arms over his shoulder, his rested on your hips, hands holding your jacket and his beer, too busy to roam around your ass.

“I’m not. It’s just that, everyone was staring. I swear i saw a pit guy look you up and down, he must know who you are, right?”

“Oscar, even though this is extremely amusing and hot, you have to let it go, it’s alright.”

“Hot?” he teased

“Well, yeah, being all manly and jealous and possessive. It’s kinda hot.” you explained before starting to kiss on his neck, each mole of his receiving a peck. “Can we go back to the hotel?”

“Yes, please. Just gotta say bye, c’mon” he pulled you through the small crowd till you met Lando and some other coworkers of his. You two said your goodbyes and walked out of the place, waiting for his car. You got in so quickly after he opened the door for you, waiting impatiently to get back to your room.

His hand was on your thigh the entire ride, getting higher and higher, your skirt doing very little to stop it. You couldn’t take your eyes off his hand gripping tight on the steering wheel. His jaw was clenched making it look sharper. The anticipation was killing you but luckily you were finally in front of the hotel. Oscar rushed out of the car to open the door for you and get you out of the car and into the lobby. Because of the late hour the elevator got to you quickly and you stumbled in, his hand on the small of your back, keeping you close.

As soon as the elevator doors closed you pulled him in by the colar of his shirt your arms wrapped around his neck, hands hanging loosely behind him as he kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He was fighting the urge to not grind his hips against you just yet but it was hard when you started kissing down his neck and running your nails on his scalp.

“Oscar” you called “Oscar, we’re here” you pushed him off of you, taking him by the hand and walking to your room. You reached into his back pocket to grab the keycard and open the door, immediately kicking it shut and making him sit on the couch.

You got on your knees immediately, taking off your shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. You could see his outline in them as he lifted his hips to help you. Your lips connected to his thigh, kissing all the way up to the wet patch on his underwear, his dick growing even harder inside it.

“Don’t fucking tease, get to it” he rushed you, hand running through your hair.

Your fingers made their way to his waistband, pulling it under his dick. You watched as it basically bounced against his stomach before kissing the tip. As you looked up you saw that he was getting impatient so you spit down on the head, watching it drip down the side of his length before spreading it around him with your palm. He was watching you, following your moves closely, anticipating but the moment you took his tip into your mouth he threw his head back, closing his eyes tightly.

Oscar’s hand gripped tighter, the other one collecting the rest of your hair, pulling it into a ponytail. As he recovered himself from the first contact with your mouth he lifted his head up, admiring the way your mouth stretched around him.

“Fuck my mouth, baby, please” you asked with him in your hand, leaving your mouth open for him.

He fixed the hand on your head and pushed you down slightly on his dick till your nose gif the hairs on his groin. His hand held you there for a while before pulling off completely. You were already a mess, lips red and plump covered in saliva, small strands of your hair stuck to your face and you had been sitting on your ankles, grinding against them to get the slightest feeling of relief.

Oscar kicked your knees apart, placing his leg between them, he immediately pressed it up onto you. You let out a groan but it was cut short by the way your boyfriend shoved your mouth down on his cock.

“Fuck, baby, so perfect, your mouth is. Always feels so good” he praised as he aggressively pulled your head up and down his dick.

His thrusts had gotten more aggressive making you gag around him but you were so satisfied. After the little show he putt on earlier all you wanted was to be manhandled and it was exactly what he was giving you. You had started bouncing in his foot shamelessly and he was loving the view, your tits bouncing slightly and tears now falling from the corner of your eyes.

“‘M close, love, gonna cum in your mouth, yeah?”

He pulled you away, making you keep only his tip in your mouth, you sucked the hardest, tongue sliding against his slit repeatedly till he spilt in your mouth. Oscar groaned, throwing his head back as you sucked every last bit of cum out of him before it was all too much and he pulled you off him.

“That’s a way to celebrate a podium” you said before dropping your head to his thigh, completely used up.

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri smut #f1 #a writes #oscar piastri x reader

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fluffylino · 6 months

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boypussy!hyunjin pt 2

eating your pretty boyfriend out while he's asleep~

-contains mature themes.

the boy looked so surreal. his chest rising and falling so naturally. hyunjin was so deep in sleep, he had not even woken up at the sound of the bathroom door creaking open as you came out.

it was still dark. you looked outside. it was raining heavily. lightning and thunder lighting up the sky every few minutes. rain in november? well that was new. maybe winter was finally setting in.

you squinted, trying to read the time on the clock.

6.45 am

no wonder it was still dark. the temperature had dropped. you were feeling colder than usual.

you leaned against the windowsill, enjoying the fresh smell of mud and the sound of rain.

hyunjin was so out. he had a tough day before. dancing and reviewing his steps till he finally couldn't. you pitied him. he was all bundled up in the sheets, his white tshirt crinkled up.

just as you were about to lie back down beside him, you froze. was he whimpering?

"oh my poor hyunjinnie" you whispered to yourself. you brushed his messy hair out of his face, a smile blossoming on your face.

"should i give you a nice reward?" you said, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

he didn't move, clearly still asleep.

you pulled his pants down slowly, noticing the wet patch on his underwear.

"oh so you're wearing the new panties i bought you" your heart swelled. the pretty little yellow bow, matched him so well. you remembered how he kept saying he wouldn't wear it and would prefer wearing his boxers.

you couldn't help it as you pressed your nose against his heat, inhaling deeply, at his scent.

you slid the piece of clothing off, just enough. his cunt exposed. puffy. leaking. begging to be played with.

"you have such a pretty pussy, hyunjinnie" you mumbled. deep down wishing yours looked as beautiful. everything about him was perfect. from his personality to here. your sleepiness temporary leaving you.

poking and prodding at his swollen lips. you could make out the way his muscles clenched and spasmed.

waiting. waiting to be touched.

you ran your tongue against him, all the way up to his clit. his wetness coating your tastebuds.

fuck he was delicious. you sucked on his clit, getting surprised when he began to stir in his sleep.

a whine leaving him. had he woken up? for a second you looked up, realising he was still fast asleep. mouth slightly parted.

you blew on his pussy, loving the way the boy let out another sound. you slipped your tongue into him, moaning at how hot he was. essence leaking out of him in copious amounts. shit you had never seen him so wet. he was dripping down onto the sheets. you slurped it up. not caring at how loud you were being.

"m-mommy ahh-" his morning voice startled you. his voice starting out deep until it turned whiny and breathy as you moved your tongue inside of him. fucking him good. you lifted your head.

"mommy?" you repeated after him in surprise.

"what happened to you wanting to be dominant?" hyunjin hid his face in the blanket covering him. eyes barely open.

"that was when you had a dick hm? when you have a pussy then its mommy who has to take care of you" you teased.

however he was too precious. you couldn't tease him anymore. he was your precious baby. all he wanted was you filling him up. letting you use his cunt for whatever you wanted.

"uhhgh mm-mh" strangled pleas leaving him. it made your stomach do summersalts.

hyunjin was so sensitive in this state. even more so, since he was asleep not even a few minutes ago. a high pitched moan echoed throughout the room when you shoved his legs apart, a cold breeze happening to blow in at the right moment.

he shivered. voice getting stuck in his throat.

"mommy's gonna eat you out. go back to sleep honey"

you waited for him to respond. yet he didn't. you slapped his cunt. hyunjin wailed, trying to move away from you and your dangerous touch.

"hng-nngh a-aah" he moaned out, trying to close his legs around your head when you began to rub his clit in circular motions, all while you shoved your tongue up his pussy.

he was panting, mouth parted and eyes shut.

for some reason your mind went back to when he had made you get on your knees for him. fucking your mouth like you were his toy. it was a stark contrast to what was happening now. you whined. you wanted him in you. you wanted him to fuck you and fill you to the brim. it had been 4 days.

4 whole days since he had magically got a pussy.

you'd never forget this. you could feel him everywhere. you could smell him over the rain. you could taste him.

"i promise ill g-give it all back to you, my love" he let out, quietly

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rrenzwrld · 5 months

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sound of my heart

ony x black reader

first ony piece! i literally just wrote what came to my mind so i’m not sure what’s happening, gets toxic at the end? idk but i wanna write for him more just not anything this…weird. but if you want more of this specific thing, lmk!

the sound of my heart calls out to you, are you listening?

“i’ll pick you up at 8, okay? what do you wanna eat so i can have it when i get you.”

“it doesn’t matter. you know i’ll eat anything.” you heard ony suck his teeth over the phone.

“y/n. you do this all the time.”

“and i’m gonna tell you the same thing, all the time.” you giggled.

“whatever man, i’ll pick you up some tacos or something. just be ready when i get there, aight?”

“mhm.” and with that you hung up to start putting on some decent clothes.

you went to your closet and put on a white tshirt, forest green cargo pants, your new balance, and a gray hoodie. you topped off the outfit with a navy blue hat ony gave you with a tote bag. by the time you got yourself together, ony had texted you saying he was outside of your dorm.

“you meeting ony?” your roommate, jadeja knew by this time that whenever you put something other than sweats and a beanie on, you were probably going to see your boyfriend, ony.

“yeah, i’ll be back though. i’ll text you if i stay out later than planned.”

“okay~have fun!” she winked which made you roll your eyes before going downstairs.

when you got outside, ony was on his phone until he looked up and saw you. a smile instantly appeared on his face as he outstretched his arms to you for a nearly bonecrushing hug.

“i missed you so fuckin much.”

“i can tell.” you giggled while your arms were wrapped around his torso. you didn’t see ony as much anymore just because of all the away games he’s been on. whenever he was on campus, he tried to use those days to spend time with you even if it wasn’t a lot.

“i thought you brought food.” you pouted slightly.

“damn, you worried about the food than me.” he laughed but you felt bad immediately and he saw that. “you know i’m just fuckin with you. it’s in the car.”

once the two of you got to riding, you stopped somewhere to eat your food.

“so, where we going?”

“just a lil party jalen’s throwing. wanted to pop out for him for a lil bit then we can leave.” he knew how much you really didn’t like parties but you didn’t mind it if he was around.

are you listening?

“i would’ve dressed better if i knew you wanted to go to a party—“

“nah you look good. you’re fine,” he looked at you and raised his hand to turn your face towards his. “you look beautiful tonight.”

“liar.” ony knew his effect on you and you knew that he did. he knew what to say to get something out of you and it was true, to him you were the most beautiful girl in the world but the way he said it could make you pool up right in front of him. “we’re nearly dressed the same.”

“don’t care.” ony started up the car and took one last sip of his soda.

“hm?” you heard him, you just wanted to see if he would repeat it.

he shook his head and started driving again.

“nothing.”

you and ony pulled up to the party and he was immediately bombarded by all kinds of people. you didn’t know what to do so you tried to stick by as close as possible. but with the type of person your boyfriend was, you had to let him be the social butterfly that he was. so while he was chatting it up with everyone in the room, you went in the kitchen to pour yourself a drink and stand around with others who didn’t wanna be in the midst of all the commotion. you did recognize some people from your class so you got to talking with some of them just to pass time but you could tell they were getting high and having their own fun away from everyone else.

“so you ony’s girl?” you nodded as you watched the boy take another hit of the blunt in his hand. “you cute. why don’t i ever see you around?” you shrugged, not really feeling the talking anymore. you just wondered where your boyfriend was.

“tamron leave that girl alone. she don’t wanna talk to you and you know how that man get about his bitches.” another girl, lydia, chimed in.

“see ain’t body even talking about allat. i just asked her a question,” tamron turned to you again after addressing what lydia told him. “anyways, why don’t i see you around? you don’t come out like that or something?”

“nah i just stay to myself, don’t go out often.”

“you too pretty to be staying in the house all the time.” tamron was gazing into you like he wanted to eat you or something and admittedly, you were uncomfortable but you knew that the weed and maybe the liquor was making it hard for tamron to notice that.

are you listening?

but before you could come up with your next thought, you saw ony move through the crowd to get to you and you were relieved.

“i hope yall not over here fuckin with my girl.” tamron looked at ony and smiled as if he wasn’t the main one.

“nigga ain’t nobody fucking with your girl—“

“nah tamron letting that blunt get to his head.” tamron looked at lydia and mean mugged her.

“snitch.” he mumbled.

“anyways, we finna leave. y/n, c’mon.” he walked over to you and gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you up off the couch. for ony to be moving this fast after seeming to be having fun, you wondered how exactly he was feeling. on the way out the door, ony said his goodbyes and of course people wanted him to stay but he was set on nearly dragging you behind him. something was weird about how ony was handling you so you stopped once the two of you got near the car.

“the fuck you stopping for? i said c’mon.” he still had a hold on your wrist.

“you been drinking?” ony couldn’t look you in your eyes so you had an answer. “answer me please.”

“yeah, few shots. why?” you could hear the slight slurring in his voice and he couldn’t stay still.

“i’m not bout to let you drink and drive. gimme the keys.” you held out your hand expecting the car keys but he just looked at your hand.

“i’m good.”

“no, ony. gimme the keys.”

“y/n..y/n,” ony laughed softly. “i’m good. promise.” you knew he was lying but he turned away from you and went to the driver’s side of the car.

“gimme the fucking keys! i’m not bout to let you drive with liquor in your system.” you never raised your voice especially at your boyfriend, but you had no choice if you wanted him to listen to you.

“i only had a few shots, that’s it. leave it alone, i’m driving, this my shit. get in the car, y/n.” he was steady stumbling and slurring.

“dumb ass can barely stand up straight,” you walked around to ony and snatched the keys from him. “gimme them keys nigga.” you pushed him out the way and got in the car.

“who the fuck you pushin…” while he was mumbling a bunch of nothing, he went around to the passenger side and got in. the ride back to ony’s apartment was quiet and tense. even though you knew he was drunk and high, the way the combination made him treat you wasn’t what you were used to.

when you finally helped him get into his room, you took off his jacket, shirt, and jeans before pulling a blanket over him. you didn’t have any clothes or anything to stay over so you called an uber back to your dorm and texted you roommate to let her know you were on the way in.

the next morning, you had a small conversation with ony before falling back asleep. when you woke up later in the afternoon, you had some missed calls and a notification from instagram. you checked it and recognized the account as the dude that was trying to talk to you at the party. you ignored it and got up out of bed. you noticed jadeja wasn’t there even thought it was a saturday but you didn’t worry too much after you texted to make sure she was okay.

although you couldn’t really take ony right now, that didn’t stop him from him letting you know he was outside your dorm. you rolled your eyes before getting up and going down to get him and brought him back to your room.

“why you being weird?” you sighed heavily while sitting down in your swivel chair by your desk.

“i’m not, i told you that. i’m just tired.” ony checked his phone.

“you been sleep since 9:30. it’s 2 o’clock right now.” you didn’t mean to sleep that long. “what happened last night?”

“nothing.” even though it made you feel weird, you felt like it wasn’t important enough to address. it wasn’t like he hit you or anything, you just knew it was what was in his system controlling him…which happened often when he got into a specific element.

“you sure?” you nodded. “positive?” you nodded again. ony did feel like something was off but he also knew you had a problem with communicating because you hated conflict if there was any.

are you listening?

“why are you here?” he looked you like you were crazy.

“fuck you mean why i’m here? i came to see what the issue was with you.”

“there’s no issue.” ony shrugged.

“sooo, can i get a hug or something?” no matter the energy, ony just wanted to be around you because he knew he rarely got to see you nowadays.

you got up and wrapped your arms around his waist but something was off. instead of smelling his natural musk or the cologne he’d use all the time, you inhaled a sweeter scent on him as if it was a smell another woman would use. but because you didn’t like conflict, you never said anything.

“i love you.” ony pressed his lips up against your cheek and placed more kisses all over you face, making you giggle. “so much. you love me?”

“of course i love you. always.”

after a few hours ony left and deja came back soon after that with a mutual friend, taylor. deja had been living with you since freshman year so she could tell something was up with your energy so you couldn’t get past telling her your concerns.

“you smelled some other bitch shit on him? oh nah, tell him!”

“deja, that’s dumb. y’know she not gon say nothing to that man and plus, why would he admit to another girl perfume on him?” your friend, taylor, was right. if he wouldn’t admit to it anyway, why waste time by asking? but you also didn’t wanna jump to conclusions and the only way to not do that was to get information straight from the source.

“maybe it was a sister, cousin or something.” you made an excuse

“she got a point…if he had another girl in his space, you have the right to know! and why would his family be down here and you not know? they live 5 hours away.”

“oh don’t worry bout it, texting the nigga right now…” you looked over and saw deja with your phone and tapping away on it.

“deja what the fuck!” you snatched it from her to make sure nothing was sent but the damage was done.

taylor covered her mouth, stiffling her laughs. “you sent it?? he coming over here?”

“nah, we’ll see when he text back.” luckily the message was still on delivered so he hasn’t seen it yet. “you need to learn how to open your mouth when it comes to these niggas. that’s why you keep running into problem after problem. shit, knock them in the head if you need to, they’ll get it.” while you knew deja was right and you and your boyfriend had multiple problems and misunderstandings when it came to communicating, it wasn’t in you to try to start things on your own. but this time and with a little push, you had no choice

are you…listening?

#aot #aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black y/n #ony x black reader #college athlete au #college au

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yoru-no-seiiki · 2 months

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Shit, I just saw you had different accounts for different genres and I already requested on your main non smut(??) account😭😭 Okay, okay, I have a new totally original idea. What about.. male pervert yandere enemy x gn or female reader? Like enemies to lovers but one is only in on it because of their masochistic tendencies and they just love being dominated. And please add nsfw of him jerking off, finding her sweaty (sweet) gym tshirt and it being mentioned that he has, I don't know, JERKED OFF TO THEM IN FUCKING CLASS. (The oneshot could be in class👀👀)

- I'm 🙈 anon from your main account, you don't have to complete both of the requests, either one I know would make me cum, but please I'm so desperate for cocky ass bakugo katsuki like bitch guys who are so submissive and vulnerable on the inside IM BEGGING YOU.. omg, now I'm like them, fuck.

This got me pissing my pants ngl- but aaaaa yess. This came at a perfect timing! (long story short i got sum good news from my scholarship stuff in Ateneo) Your audience with me has been approved.

(also I don’t think I received your other request unfortunately uhu)

YANDERE! PERVERTED! RIVAL OC x GN! READER

tw/cw: dddne, yandere themes, male masturbation, semi-public masturbation, yun’s trauma with enrollment procedures.

MINORS/AGELESS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU.

University was hell before it even started. Due to complications with your scholarship, you and your parents had to repeatedly go out to get a whole bunch of documents in searing summer heat to ensure you kept the damn thing from falling through.

It was safe to say, you weren’t going to just take all that for granted.

You wanted to be the best student in the history of the institution, no — the whole country. Anything less than perfect would tarnish the effort your family has put into you.

But a certain Ricardo Peralta was making that oh so difficult for you.

Not only was he already a member of the student council and potential president for the following years, he was oh so disgustingly well-rounded and rich. You thought you were a try-hard? Well think again. Ricardo had you beat in many aspects.

But not all of them.

You are a people person by heart. Charismatic, and sociable. You knew how to mingle, how to get a person wrapped around your fingers. Ricardo may have the vantage point with connections now but in the future? It wouldn’t be long before everyone will turn to you instead.

And so began your petty rivalry.

It was subtle at first. Smirking at the one who got a lower score. Congratulating the other for winning second place while having a golden medal dangling from their neck. Scoffing at their rival for having a life outside academics ( pfft imagine having good time management? The two of you can never! )

And then it steadily degenerated into full blown petty fights. Violence at times. Anything aside from murdering each-other was free rein and even then there were days you two took that sort of route. It was mostly you though. For some reason, his parents were quite fond of you and would always let you into their mansion. This gave you plenty of opportunities to drug his ass.

You didn’t know it was because of a deal his parents made with yours to give him access to your room.

Ricardo studied you harder than the academics he worshipped his entire life. He knew you far longer than you did him. You were the reason he strove so much to be perfect. The only reason he wanted to be perfect was for you.

He knew your parents would never think to pay for the outrageous fees the University you (and by extension him) wanted to go to, so he made his parents start a scholarship program for gifted students (Anything to make their son happy). You were already guaranteed to get in from the beginning, and he felt bad for having made you panic from the strings he had to pull so that you’d always have the same classes/schedules.

So he let you win some of the little games you two had. In any case, nothing beats the reward of your smile. And the smug smirk you’d give him as you loomed over the desk, your chest almost resting on his face.

He shook his head, he can save those thought for after he stole another set of used underwear.

He usually came to your locker after P.E. it was when your scent wouldn’t be covered by whatever you sprayed on yourself. Don’t get him wrong, Ricardo was a germaphobe and a half but those cheap perfumes and deodorants you slathered all over yourself so you wouldn’t smell half bad after your exercises couldn’t compare to the scent of your body.

In anycase, today Ricardo got greedy. Impatient. Something his parents were sure to have reprimanded him on. But he couldn’t help it. Could you really blame him? It suddenly started raining out in the field. The way the water made your shirt cling unto your clothes practically made you irresistible.

“Ngh . . . [Y/N]. J-just like that . . . use me . . .” Tears formed at the corner of his eyes as he mumbled in pleasure. If you just walked a little more, perhaps leaned your head around the corner. . . god, he could imagine the disdain on your face. The utter disgust you’d show him.

It didn’t help that you were slandering him just a few feet away.

“That piece of shit, Ricardo. He totally fucking cheated.” You cursed, so unlike your usual polite tone with your fellow batch-mates and the faculty. He hears a resounding thud right after wards.

The movement around his shaft only gets faster. His grip tighter, harsher, as he imagines the way you’d abuse his cock. If he added any more force he’d probably tear himself apart. The thought of disappointing you is the one thing keeping him from harming himself.

His hand only ever stuttered due to the sound of your friend’s voice, ear piercing and grotesque as it is in contrast to yours, “Aray! Nadamay pa talaga yung mukha ko-“

“Shut the fuck up!” You angrily replied, this time slamming the locker behind Ricardo, making him moan stumble forward a little.

“I’ll fucking kill him.”

Streams of white leave the tip of his cock, your threat shoving him off the ledge of pleasure. Your rain and sweat covered shirt now drenched with another type of liquid.

[Notes]:

Aray! Nadamay pa talaga yung mukha ko — Ouch! You really just brought my face into the fray.

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4pfsukuna · 25 days

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Could I request a todo x fem! reader, where they go on a date to see a movie, but reader decides its a good time to surprise our big guy with some head? 😈

Love your writing BTW you're amazing!!!💕💕

Movie Date

Omg thank you bby🥹🫶🏾 and YES i absolutely can plus i threw in a lil bonus at the end cause i feel like i suck at writing scenes of giving head and 1k words simply wasnt enough.

warning: slight exhibitionism. And by slight i mean these mfs have no decorum. Sloppy toppy and Todo is a warning of his own.

“My beautiful brown goddess, my sensational tiger lily, my vivacious smelling princess—“ your boyfriend of 2 years purrs in your ear wrapping his large toned arms around you gently, veins bulging through the thick fabric of his black turtleneck silver locket with a picture of you inside dangling down.

To an outsider it would look like a monster of a man squeezing you to death but Todo was so soft and gentle with you he would dare lay a finger on you… in a way you didnt want.

“Were not skipping the movie to have sex” you push him off of you but like a charged magnet he comes right back clinging to you, this time his hands wandering your toned yet curvy body. The thin, nearly transparent, fabric of the bodysuit you were wearing with mesh on the sides that dipped deliciously between your breast and down your spine revealing your spine tattoo of a snake.

Your french tip toes peeking out from the strappy rhinestone heels you had on, an anklet with the letter T on it for him.

You looked like a full course meal to him and who hasnt heard of dinner and a movie!

“But—“ he pouts as you smack his hands away from your ass that he kept grabbing handfuls of just to watch the jiggle of it along with you thigh meat. He loved your thighs and loved when you came from him giving you head your thighs squeezing him in so tightly. It was in his top 3 places for his head to be and yes he had a list.

“No buts! You promised me a night out and i would love to continue on our night with the most handsome man in all of japan” you flirt standing on your toes to peck his jaw. He wants to keep pouting but the man is absolutely tender for you, he truly cant get enough of the way you shower him with love and affection.

“Plus if you buy me the collectible cup and pop corn bucket ill make sure—“ you begin as you swipe on another coat of lip gloss but his scoff cuts you off.

“Sweetheart ive already gotten the cups, bucket, tshirts and matching beanies” he pecks your forehead escorting the two of you to the car knowing the sooner you left the sooner you could come back and he could be giving you endless rounds! Your man was a pleaser how could he not be the sound of your moans nothing less than a symphony to him.

You had a plan though cause as down bad as Todo was for you, you were for Todo! You make sure to leave lots of lingering touches as he drives— running a manicured hand up his biceps, tracing your thumb over his jaw as you cup his chin while telling him how handsome he is and even resting your hand on his thick thighs dangerously close to where you knew all 8 girthy inches rested.

Its the way he swerves slightly when your pinky brushes the tip and he releases a shudder sending you a warning look.

“My love ill hit the meanest u-turn and take us home right now” to which you relax at a tiny bit, there was no threat in his voice just raw lust.

Its not long before youre back to teasing again.

“You just have the prettiest eyes and lips” you breathe kissing the corner of his lips using his length as balance his hips raising slightly into your palm.

He was annoyed when you noticed he was circling the block to avoid getting to the theater.

Giggling as he grumbles all the way to the seats you tuck your blunt cut behind your ears making sure it’s fully out of the way for the devious antics you had planned. There were a few people in the movie showing, though none near you all at the front so when the lights finally go down so does your hand to his pants.

“I need you to stay quiet for me papa” you whisper into his ear placing a kiss on it before trailing them down his neck smirking when he exposes it more.

Rubbing his chub through the soft material of his pants he lets out a soft pant his eyes meeting yours when he pulls your jaw to his before giving you an open mouth kiss tongues clashing.

You were his little minx, a for sure tease so when you Slowly start pulling out his length from his tight boxers he gasps into your mouth.

“Love i don't— ngh” he lets out a strangled sound when you flick your tongue over the tip eyes locked into his. You shush him tapping his length against your lips a popping sound soft enough making a bead of precum form.

Eagerly you lick the vein on the underside of his dick up to his tip earning a hiss as you push your lips down and around him. The sound of suspenseful music begins to play and you pull off with a pop swirling your tongue around once more taking him all the way to the back of your throat and he grunts out your name.

Looking up from his lap you watch his rough grip on the arm rest before winking at him repeating the motion of taking him all the way to the back of your throat three more times slowing down when the music does.

“Y-you look so precious baby..Nghh..taking.. FUCK.. taking my cock down your throat like that” he stutters turning into complete putty for you

Pulling off to let spit drop from your mouth onto his dick you use both hands to create a twisting motion speeding up when the intensity of the music increases listening to the soft grunt of your boyfriend feeling his dick twitch in your mouth. You feel his hips rise and forcefully push them back down knowing how he LOVES it when you push, pull and bend him to your will.

The music completely stops and you pull your mouth off giving him a minute to catch his breath Todo instantly grabs you by your neck pulling you up to him tasting himself on your lips moaning softly in your mouth.

“I cannot wait to have your anklet dangling over my shoulder as i fill you up and fuck you so dumb tonight” he promises his hand grazing your nipples through the thin fabric.

You grin, edging him for the next 45 minutes until you begin feeling the first signs of lockjaw and take his balls in your mouth sucking on them blissed out from how heavy they feel against your tongue swirling your tongue all around.

“Baby… fuck… your mouth feels—” he moans and nearly whimpers as his hand finds the back of your neck. You could feel the familiar twitch in his dick and you knew he was close its only a matter of time until you could taste his perfect release but seeing him unravel under you like this was just to perfect!

Your forced to exhale through your nose as his grip on your head holds you there giving your jaw and his will power a break.

His moans and whimpers— yes whimpers between you edging him he was starting to become overstimulated and the fact that you hadnt let him touch you smacking his hand away at every instance he wad loosing all restraint.

So When you hear the music picking up knowing it was the height of the movie you know its time.

Placing your mouth back on his length one hand propping his length up the other massagin his heavy balls picking up spead with the intensity and depth of the music once more the bass rumbling through his chest until its at its peak your tongue swirls out as you take him deep down your throat. Unleashing your finishing move— moaning so the vibrations of your throat send motion waves down his length squeezing tightly at the base and his balls he falls apart with a loud fuck his load shooting in heavy spurts and everyone in the theatre screams at that same time he does at the jump scare in the movie.

He pulls you in his lap holding you close to his chest as he catches his breath chest heaving and legs twitching, hes still hard under you but the bright flash of a light makes its way to where the two of you are sitting.

“The fuck is your problem” Todo hisses at the dark haired teenager whos flashing his flashlight on the two of you.

“Im s-sorry sir! There was a complaint of wei-strange noises” they rush out immidiately taking the light of the two of yours faces and down to the ground.

“Yeah its a horror movie and the music was shaking my girl to the core” he semi-lies through his teeth and the kid apologizes running down the steps only to trip into somebody getting up sending a bucket of popcorn flying into the air fits of laughing bursting from the two of you.

“Mmmm how about we go home and make love on the balcony” Todo kisses your temple fixing your hair to the best of his ability and wiping off the remains of your lip gloss that smeared to your cheek.

Making love on the 16th floor balcony sounded amazing and you open your mouth to agree but all that comes out is a wrasp you instantly feel the soreness of your throat.

“Come on ill make you some tea too” he chuckles tucking himself back in his pants full on laughing as you hold up the bucket of popcorn.

“Of course we can bring the popcorn”

Bonus:

Sitting on Todos desk as you visit him bringing him his lunch the hed “forgotten” as he does every thursday Gojo walks in and stops slightly at seeing you.

“Oh Y/n! Nice to see you” he waves brightly with a few folders in his hand. You hold your throat and wave back watching as the white haired man tilts his head in confusion.

You let out 2 fake coughs..

“Im sick”

Bonus bonus:

‘I was going to kill him. I was going to have him on the back of a missing milk carton. If i survived his torture.’ Is your only thought as you sit next to Todo his large arm over the back of your seat

“She’ll have a lemon drop” he dismisses the waitress fidling with the small black switch in his large hands. She nods happily walking off and you clench your legs as the buzzing in between continues.

He smiles down at you faux innocence covering his eyes but the smile telling you he was fully aware.

“Do you know what you want to eat?” He ask opening the menu infront of me before turning to his own.

“Fuck you” you bite out trying to hold back a moan which you instantly regret. The vibration increases to such an intense pace you reach down ready to pull it out the when he subtly takes your hand placing it on his bicep.

“You better not” he threatens as he kisses the top of my head and you couldnt even help how turned on you were, it was rare Todo wasnt a soft Dom so seeing him like this had you dripping to your ankles. It was all his fault. As the waitress walks back with your drinks he grins telling her your order gripping your thigh smiling as he feels the wetness dripping down.

Licking his fingers casually your jaw nearly drops yet you thanks the heavens yall were seated in a secluded area toward the back.

“Todo please—“ you whimper ready to slam him on the table and ride him in this restaurant consequences be damned! clutching his arm you can see hes having such a hard time telling you no especially from the way his pants is forming a tent.

“Ah ah remember when i was begging for you before the movies— how you denied me” he reminds his fingers finding their home between your legs on the nub and pinching earning a tiny squeal.

“That was 3 months ago!”

#toji x black reader #todo x you #todo aoi #aoi todo #todo x black reader #todo x reader #jjk x black!reader #jjk smut

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howtofightwrite · 9 months

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Clothes Followup

Hi there. Professional sportswear outfitter and part-time athelete here just chiming in on how these choices are perfectly believable, in my humble opinion: #1 SHOES "sneakers" is a loose definition. but, if the character is wearing casual/lifestyle "sneakers" like jordan lows, vans, etc., these type of shoes are FLAT (not narrow running shoes). Flat soled sneakers are often preferred training shoes for mixed arts or lifting at the gym. You could wear boots, but you're sacrificing agility. As a female, I can say that a female character likely would not inflict such a handicap as BOOTS on herself. Feet are very resilient and resistant to pain and injury. Being able to move on your feet matters a lot more than protecting them does. PASS #2 PANTS. you are not punching someone's pants while boxing. and have you watched fight club? they mostly wear jeans. they're durable, wick moisture (although it feels unpleasant), and if they're fitted properly, they're not going to get in the way of your agility. Jeans are light armor if you're speaking in tabletop rpg terms. PASS #3 SHIRT. a good tshirt of a decent quality will wick moisture, will not be bulky or baggy, and will move with its wearer. tshirts are not expensive and are the best option outside a sleeveless top or topless for martial arts. Especially if you have boobs. Boxing in only a racerback sports bra is also viable, but a tshirt will provide light protection to the skin, which is a good idea in amateur boxing. If they're WEARING GLOVES, nobody is grappling anyone's shirt so there is no risk of clothes-grabbing violations happening there. If this ring is literally underground, it's probably cold. Clothes can be shed between matches, but it's often more important to be clothed appropriately so as to prevent both overheating and chills. Becoming chilled between fights is a greater danger to performance than getting sweaty is. PASS I also have questions as to the type of boxing gloves being used. Are they full padded gloves? Light knuckle pads? Do the boxers wear headgear? Mouthguards? What areas are allowed to be hit or is it a free-for-all? Maybe you think these details are mistakes, but I disagree. Half my job is punching boxes all day. Hot, sweaty, fully clothed, wearing comfortable shoes. Lots of moving around. If I am going to punch boxes (or faces) for hours, that's exactly how I'd dress. The rest of my job? Literally outfitting people with boxing equipment. Literally selling people clothing for athletics. I am also a footwear specialist. Thank you for taking the time to read this. :) -lilkittay

So, apologies in advance, lilkittay, but you're about to get dragged. This might come as a shock, but I actually have a copy of the novel Fight Club. I just found it wedged between a copy of Hell's Angels by Hunter S. Thompson, and the Demolished Man by Alfred Bester. I'm not going to try to figure out what lead to that sorting peculiarity. The book is exceptionally good, and if you've never read it, it's an easy (if somewhat unpalatable) recommendation. Stick it up there with books like Native Son, or Ivan Denisovich, in that it covers some really ugly subject matter, but discusses a problem exceptionally well. And, in the 27 years since the novel was originally published, it has proved itself fairly prescient. It's not about the violence, it is an excellent discussion on the underlying psychology of toxic masculinity.

Now, the last time I mentioned Fight Club, someone immediately piped up with, “you've lost all credibility.” That's their problem, but I didn't actually define it, and it is a term that gets thrown around without being defined. Toxic masculinity refers specifically to an individual who cannot engage with their own emotions, particularly painful ones, in a healthy way, because they view those behaviors as effeminate. As a result, they respond aggressively and, or, violently. That's the toxic part. You get dumped. Your pet dies. You get passed over for a promotion at work. And, instead of dealing with that in a healthy way. In any healthy way. You go out into the world and try to make someone else suffer. That is toxic.

Unfortunately, Fight Club is not the grown up version of Calvin and Hobbes, though that is an amusing fan theory, and something that holds together better in the film thanks to Brad Pitt's costuming decisions.

I'm saying all of this to point out, the characters in Fight Club have no idea how to fight.

More than that, jeans are not light armor. Motorcycle leathers? Sure, those would be light armor. In fact, I'm pretty sure they're described as light armor in D20 modern. But, the only place I'd expect to see denim categorized as light armor is a game that used, “light armor,” for mage gear, “medium armor,” as rogue's leather and chain, and, “heavy armor,” as warrior gear. Which is to say, yeah, that's not how that works at all.

The problem with jeans as armor is, they're really bad at it. Someone with a crowbar? Yeah, jeans aren't going to do anything about that. Someone with an axe? I've heard about the aftermath, it was not pretty. Against a sword? Nope. Against a knife? Personal experience says the knife will win without issue. In an underground fighting arena against someone driving a shin kick into your knee? Yeah, your jeans may look fine after the fact, but you're probably not using that leg again anytime soon.

But, that RPG comment made something click together a little, so back to footwear for a second.

Why would someone wear boots? Now, personally, I wear motorcycle boots in my day to day life. Not because I'm a rider, but because I find them more comfortable and convenient than normal dress shoes, and so long as I keep them buffed out, they pass for men's dress shoes at a glance. The interesting thing about this is that my heel has a wide, flat, block of wood under it at all times. If it was a matter of life and death, I could probably grind off a significant chunk of my heel bringing a bike to a stop without suffering any injury. Now, I bring this up, because driving 200-300lbs of force behind a sharply edged wooden mallet into your unarmored instep will not improve your agility.

In the real world, armor doesn't work like D&D. There's no equivalent exchange between mobility and being able to soak a hit. (And if you think there's an irony in substituting a term from one RPG for another... well, yeah. You're not wrong.) If you think someone's going to stomp on your foot, bring steel toed boots. What you lose in agility today, you make up for in your ability to walk without a cane tomorrow.

The paradox of humans is that we are both stupidly resilient, and horrifically fragile, at the same time. Now, at this point, I do want to say something genuinely nice to you, even if it sounds a tiny bit condescending. You've never looked at another person as 150-250lbs of ambulatory meat and considered the best way to take them apart with your hands. And you know what? That is a good thing. Embrace that, and don't let go, because never finding yourself in that kind of a place is a credit to you, and the world you've been able to live in.

All of that said, fighting another human being is not a workout. It's engineering. You're looking at an organic machine with roughly the same parts and pieces you have, and your goal is to make that machine stop thrashing around, screaming, and leaking on everything, before it does the same to you. It's not better. It's not worse. It's different, and it comes with different considerations. You don't dress to look good or stay comfortable, you dress to avoid life altering injuries if at all possible.

Competitive fighting does land at a meeting point of these two considerations however. The fighter wants to come out intact, the sponsors want good show, one that will draw an audience. This leads to things like fighting in a sports bra. Yes, it may be the most, “agile,” option, but if you're going to be in a fist fight, a heavy leather jacket, preferably one with fiberglass plates may not breathe, but it will take far more abuse than your body can. (Actually, I think sometimes the inserts are made out of memory foam these days, which should also take a hit pretty effectively, especially against an unarmed foe.)

This isn't a major issue, but it is something to consider, when thinking about the temperature of the arena, it's important to remember that human body heat in a crowded space is somewhat cumulative. So, a room that starts out at around 60 degrees, could easily warm up to a comfortable temperature once the spectators are present. There's actually consistent math for calculating what you should set the thermostat for in an amphitheater when it's unoccupied so that the temperature is comfortable when the seats are filled, but I can't remember the numbers, and can't find it on short notice.

You do bring up a good point, the original Anon did not specify what kind of gloves were used. I assumed those were nominally regulation boxing gloves, but those could be something like the UFC gloves from a couple decades back, that left the fingers exposed while armoring the knuckles. The armor on those gloves allowed the wearer to inflict all kinds of horrific injuries on one's foes. In an event Michi is quite happy to recount, her younger brother almost lost an eye to a skull fracture from one of those during a poorly supervised sparring bout. It's fairly credible to suggest that an illegal fight club might use those simply to excite the crowds with actual bloodshed.

Now, as someone who has worked in shipping, I know full well that sometimes boxes do hit back. However, they are the exception rather than the rule. There's nothing wrong with practicing on punching bags, but boxes aren't trying to break you. At worst, they may just want to take a nap on the floor without regard to whether you're in the way or not. Live opponents? They're looking at you as however many pounds of meat machinery, and trying to end you. Looking good doesn't make their job harder, but armoring up does.

Anyway, like I said to the original Anon, nothing in their explanation was outright wrong. A lot of it was non-optimal, but not to such a degree as to shatter belief. The mistake you're making, and I really do say this with respect, is that you're looking at it like any other physical activity. As I said, combat is not a work out. Combat as a hazardous environment beyond the reach of OSHA. You wear protective gear (if you can) because that protection may be the difference between walking out alive and (basically) unharmed, or never walking again. You wouldn't (or at least, really shouldn't) take a bike out on the freeway at 60mph in jeans and a tees, you really don't want to get in a fight wearing them either.

-Starke

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thespacesoffalseandtrue · 1 year

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Table Top

summary: you and your bf jake get into an argument and he comes home to make it up to you.

warnings: smut with no plot, graphic content, overstimulation, fucking on a table top, unprotected sex, bossy jake, lmk if i miss anything :)

You were sitting on the edge of your bed picking at the bed of your nails fighting back tears. You and Jake hardly fought but when you did, it was usually atomic in its wake. You can’t even remember what the argument was about, looking back now. But you already decided that it wasn’t that important.

He was gone, stormed out before he would say something too hurtful, or so he claimed. You wanted to apologize, you said things that you didn’t mean and you didn’t want this to hang over the two of you any longer than it already has.

Hours come and go and you fight the urge to call him and check to see where he was. You had already showered, ate dinner, and now you were laying in your bed trying to shut your mind off. Eventually, you heard the front door open and close from your bedroom and you throw the blankets off of you. You all but run into the hallway and down the stairs until you see him standing there in the kitchen. The moon casting shadows against both of your silhouettes.

“Jake,” you begin. He was in the same clothes as earlier and his eyes were red as if he had been crying.

“Tell me what you want,” he says interrupting you. He continued to walk the small distance to where you were standing, only stopping a few feet in front of you. You could smell him; you could almost taste him on your lips. You could nearly feel him. . . .

You shake your head, keeping your eyes closed. “I don’t know,” you admit, sensing him stepping closer. You wanted to pull him close and tell him that you were sorry. But something stopped you.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, and now he moved until his body pressed into yours. Dammit. His mouth moved outside your ear, and the heat of his breath broke across your neck.

“What,” he whispered, “do you”—his teeth sank into your earlobe—“want?” His hips flexed into you, and when you feel him hard against you, that last bit of restraint you’d been clinging to slipped right through your fingers. You opened your eyes. Now that you’d jumped, you were going to enjoy the fall. You waited until he looked into your eyes.

“I want you,” you said, your fingers moving for his zipper. You were long past the point of foreplay. “Here. Now.” Sliding his zipper down, you rested your mouth outside his ear. “And hard.”

Jake sucked in a sharp breath, but that was all the surprise he allowed himself. His hands made quick work of freeing you of your tshirt. You stood before him in only your orange panties, you see his eyes darken, looking your your body. Grabbing your hips, he hoisted you up and carried you over to the dining room table. His mouth found yours and he kissed you like he’d never kissed you before. It was desperate, and hungry, and almost painful. But the pain felt good. You needed to feel him inside of you right now.

After unfastening the button of his pants, you tugged them down. Grabbing his cock in your hand, you lay back on the table. Jake stared down at you, his face a mix of emotions. Your mind, was clear. And content. As you guided him toward your center, he paused.

“I’m sorry,” he said bringing his hand to softly touch your cheek. “I didn’t mean what I said and I-”

“Shhh, baby, it’s okay,” you said bringing his hand to you mouth and kissing it softly. “I didn’t mean what I said and I already forgave you.”

He smiled slightly and brought his mouth down to yours. This kiss was different than the previous ones. This one was soft and held so much love.

“Will you fuck me now?” You asked against his lips. You felt him grin back at you.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he said, his breath strained and his voice raspy.

“Come and find out,” you replied, wrapping your legs around his waist to draw him closer. You reached down and grabbed his length in your hand. His face creased as your hand moved up and down him, but he restrained himself. He moved your panties over slightly and ran a finger up and down your slit.

“Jake,” you whispered, “please.” you lifted your hips until you could feel him right where he should be. He took his time, watching you. He liked it when you begged. Keeping your panties aside he moved his cock just barely inside, he groaned. You groaned louder. The torture was insane, and if he was going to play it nice and slow, you’d just have to change his mind. Nice and slow wasn’t on the agenda for tonight. At the same time you tightened your legs around him, you flexed your hips higher, effectively taking the rest of him inside you.

“Oh baby,” you sighed, feeling like you could cum now that he was all the way inside you. When his hips flexed, you almost did.

“Fuck,” he said, breathing heavily outside my ear. “You really were ready.”

You moved your hips drawing him in and out and proceeded to move his hand from your hip until it was covering your breast.

“Then what are you waiting for?” His hands squeezed both your hip and your breast, and then he started moving his hips more. You wanted hard, and that was what you got. Each time he thrust into you you were sure you were going to cum, but you didn’t. The table started wobbling beneath you as he picked up his pace. You heard the sound of his skin slapping yours. Your fingers drilled into his back; all you could do was hang on and enjoy the way he was making you feel. You heard every low growl when he slid inside, along with every tortured groan when he slid out.

He brought his thumb down to rub over your clit in fast smooth circles. You gasped as he brought his mouth to your right breast and nipped and sucked it raw. Your nipple was alive and when he bit it slightly, you moaned loudly, throwing your head back and bringing your hand to his hair. You could feel the fire of your orgasm tingling throughout your body and fought to stay far from falling over the edge.

“Cum for me, baby,” he breathed, rocking into you faster. “I want to feel you cum.” His hand continued its dance on your clit and began sucking and licking at your neck. You moved your head, leaving your neck exposed and easier for him to devour.

“Don’t stop,” you groan against him and his pulls you in tighter. He whispers your name over and over again.

“Youre so beautiful under me,” he says and moves his mouth to take in your other nipple. “Taking all of me, you’re such a good girl.”

He sucks and nips until you are gripping his hair. His thumb moves faster to keep up with his mouth and thrusts. The table was wobbling loudly under you and you worried for a moment that it would collapse, but the thought left your mind the moment Jake brought his lips to yours in an open mouthed kiss. You knew you were close, you just didn’t know how close you were until he bites your lip and you cum the next instant. Jake’s body touching you both inside and outside in every way sent you right over the edge so powerfully, you felt like you were being ripped apart from the inside. You shouted his name, feeling your muscles contract around him as he slammed into you a final time.

“Fuck, I’m right behind you baby,” he said fucking you through your orgasm. Your body was alive and was burning. Bright colors exploded behind your eyelids. And Jake, Jake was everywhere. Over you, whispering praises in your ear. His scent clung to you and you hope to never wash it away.

“Give it to me baby, fill me up, I want to feel you pour out of me,” you tell him when you calm down enough to speak. His eyes lock on to yours as his pace falters slightly. His face was red and sweat covered his chest, his hair was wild and disheveled, and it’s not hard to imagine you look the same way, completely fucked out. You feel him contract and release around you. His mouth kisses feverishly at your collarbone and he’s breathing heavy. He sighed your name so many times that you loose count, before he collapses on top of you, covering your body with his. He doesn’t bother to pull his cock out of you and you feel it soft and warm inside of you.

“We’re never getting rid of this table,” you say and he laughs against your neck. His heart was beating fast and you run your hand soothingly up and down his back allowing him to catch his breath.

“Shower with me?” He whispers and kisses your neck. He pulls off you slightly and you hiss out when he pulls out of you. He leaves to grab a dish towel and cleans you up. His touch was careful as not to disturb the sensitive area. He throws the towel in the sink and grabs your tshirt from the floor. He pulls it over your head and kisses your forehead.

“Come on and shower with me,” he asks you as you hop off the table. You plant a kiss on his lips.

“I’ll race you there,” you say and take off toward the stairs laughing.

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inosukebakugo · 1 year

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Work Hard, Play Hard

Rengoku x Reader | cw: overstimulation, manhandling, dirty talk | 18+ | ~ 1.8k

Modern AU where Rengoku had a bad day at work but luckily he can take it out on you

Under the cut because I have literally no chill, enjoy!

The door to your apartment banged open and then slammed shut. From the texts you’d gotten through the day, you knew that your beloved had a rough one. Standing from where you’d been curled on the couch, you rounded the corner to see a blond head of hair wrestling to get his left shoe off. He tossed it in the general direction of the shoe rack before standing up straight with a huff. His shirt was half untucked already and his tie was loose. It was unusual to see your man in such a state but not unheard of. Sauntering up, you run your hands across his broad chest and pull his tie loose.

“What’s wrong Kyojuro?” you purred and pressed yourself against him, trying to leach out some of the tension.

“Stupid fucking admin decisions, that’s what,” he spoke through gritted teeth before doing his best to relax his jaw.

“Tell me what you need, handsome,” you cooed, your fingers trailing down his chest and circling around one of the buttons on his dress shirt. “Don’t think about that stupid job, I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” Golden eyes bored into yours as he watched you nod. “Seems a little leading when the only thing you’re wearing is one of my shirts.”

“I just want to help you relax,” you feigned innocence as you looked up at the tall man, gently undoing the buttons on his wrinkled shirt as you spoke. “You could easily ask me for something else but I thought this was a pretty good guess.”

“You’re damn correct.”

The strong man easily lifted you into his arms and pulled you in for a searing kiss. He carried you into the living room and sat you on the back of the couch. With his tongue in your mouth and his hands sneaking up under the tshirt to find that you were in fact naked, you decided to spur him on further and let out a whimper. Bruising fingers dug into your hips, pulling a gasp from you and making the man in front of you pull you back in. He stole all of your oxygen as your hands went to undo his belt. Instead of letting you help, Rengoku slapped your hands away and knelt on the floor. One of your legs was slung over his shoulder as his fingers began rubbing your clit. He hadn’t even bothered to push the shirt off of you, too eager to taste you.

“Kyojuro,” you moaned his name as your hands twisted in his hair. “Please.”

“Keep begging like that and I’m going to wreck you,” his voice was serious before his tongue was otherwise occupied.

His warm tongue began lapping at your entrance and clit. Every so often he would suck the sensitive nerves into his mouth and before long, one of his thick fingers began pressing at your hole. He kept it there, a mean tease and a threat all at once. Your whines grew more pathetic and he chuckled against the sensitive skin of your thigh. Teeth nipped at you as his finger plunged in. He stood again and made sure to hold you steady as he toyed with you. A second finger began to stretch you out and Rengoku’s lips and teeth assaulted your neck. Desperately, your nails clawed at his back as he fingered you open. His gentleness was slowly breaking away as his dick hardened. It wasn’t long before he had you coming and cruelly pulled his hand back to leave you clenching around nothing.

“Kyo,” you panted desperately. “Please, I’m not done.”

“Neither am I,” he flipped you over so you were bent over the back of the couch. “And I won’t be until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“Then wreck me,” you challenged, saying anything to get him to give you what you wanted.

He was thick and it felt like heaven as Kyojuro filled you. The stretch made your eyes roll back in your head, your hand touching your stomach just to see if you could feel him from the outside too. When you tried to reach further down to play with yourself, Rengoku shoved your hand away with a growl and slowly pulled out. He pushed back in and kept fucking you at a punishingly slow pace. You were nearly crying, begging him to fuck you as he kept you where he wanted you. His fat cock finally sat inside you again and you tried to push back, to get even more, when you heard him chuckle.

“This is your very last warning sweetheart,” his words were strained as he whispered them in your ear. “Last chance to take it back.”

“Make me into your cocksleeve, fuck me against the window, I don’t care,” you pleaded with him. “Please Kyojuro, I need you. It’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.”

“A personal sex toy does sound pretty good,” he purred in your ear.

Without warning, the blond began moving at a decent pace. It wasn’t enough and he knew it but Kyojuro wanted to see how far he could push you. Bent over the couch and unable to get much leverage, you were at his mercy. One of his strong hands pushed your leg up until your knee was on top of the couch too and the new angle made you gasp. A wicked smile stretched across Kyojuro’s face as he repositioned his hands. Digging into the plush skin of your thigh and hip, he begins truly fucking you.

“Fuck yes,” the words come out stuttered from how the strong man behind you is moving. His hips slapped against yours and the sound echoed through your living room. “You’re so deep Kyo.”

“Tell me how good it feels,” he orders you, a sharp slap across one of your ass cheeks accompanying it.

“Your cock feels amazing,” you moan obediently, rewarded with a matching swat to your other cheek. “No one can fuck me like you do, Kyojuro.”

“Damn right,” he growled and reached around you to thumb your clit again. “Are you going to come all over my dick like a good girl?”

“Yes,” you gasp, your hands desperately gripping onto the couch cushions. “Yes, please don’t stop. It feels so good.”

“Since you said please.”

Between his fingers and the force of his thrusts, you were putty in his hands. He shoved himself as far in as he could and let you orgasm completely full. Your back arched almost painfully against Kyojuro’s chest as you came, his name on your lips. Before you could clear the black dots swimming in your vision, the blond captured your mouth with his. A smirk grew on his lips when he felt the leg you still had on the ground begin to shake. Still inside you, he pulled your knee off the couch so you could stand on both legs.

“Getting tired already?” he teased. “Get on the couch.”

You did as he ordered and watched in anticipation as he rounded the side of the sofa. Pushing you to sit in the corner, he pinned you down with his arms and laid down to eat you out for the second time. His fingers were rougher and more insistent but it wasn’t unwelcome. A third orgasm was building quickly from your lover’s skilled fingers. He knew what you liked and used it as a weapon against you in the best way. Before long, you were trying not to squeeze his head between your thighs as he made you come again. Leaning up to kiss you, his face was sticky and your hands greedily went to his dick. He let you stroke it back to full mast before threading his fingers into your hair.

“Open,” he tapped at your lips with the head of his cock.

He didn’t even really have to say it. Eagerly, you opened your mouth and took in as much as you could. Hearing his small sounds of enjoyment only started making you wet again and as soon as Kyo felt like he had enough of your saliva, he pulled back. He knelt on the floor again before pulling you half off the couch. With his hands supporting your ass and your legs over both his shoulders, he pressed into you again. Another wicked grin stretched across his face as he watched you moan from just the tip of him. Reaching up to touch your own nipples, you lock eyes with your lover before he slams you down to the base of him.

“Holy fuck!” your moans are slowly growing into yelling. “Oh my god, yes Kyo!”

“Such a good whore for me,” he was panting as he hammered into you. “Taking everything I give you.”

“More,” Even half numb and three orgasms in, you still found the strength to ask him for more.

“Ha!” he laughed as he watched your eyes roll back in your head again. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him as he kept slamming into you through your own orgasm. Nearly boneless, he was still fucking you ruthlessly. As your moans turned incoherent, he slowed and pulled out of you. Your weak whine was met with another chuckle from the blond. “I’m still not done with you yet.”

Strong hands pulled you down onto the floor with him and you pulled a throw pillow along with you. Shoving it under your cheek, you lifted your ass into the air and looked back at Kyojuro. You barely had time to wave your ass at him before he was on you again. It wasn’t hard to tell that this was his favourite way to have you and he wasted no time in stuffing his cock back into your used hole. The force of his thrusts knocked the air from your lungs and moved the two of you up the carpet. It burned your palms and knees but at least the pillow saved your face. Pain mixed with the feeling of Kyojuro chasing his own orgasm and you couldn’t help but weakly come below him again. With a cruel laugh, Kyojuro’s pace slowed as he reached for something.

“You’re not done yet,” he tutted before you heard the buzz of what he’d turned on.

“You’re trying to get me to-ahhhhh oh my god,” your thought was cut off by the vibrator he pressed against your clit. “Holy fucking shit Kyo.”

“I’m not stopping until I get one more from you,” he grunted as he picked up the pace again.

It took Kyojuro all of five more minutes until he had you spasming on the floor, your mouth open but no sound coming out. For a moment it was like you couldn’t even see. The blond kept fucking into you but he let the vibrator go, slamming into you and chasing his own high. A few minutes later and he pulled out of you completely. Before he could even say it, you were waiting for him with your mouth open and you easily swallowed his cum. Sitting back, the man looked around the living room and chuckled to himself. You two had certainly made a mess.

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freshlove-sturn · 4 months

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HELP ME OUT? PT 6

pt 1 p2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8

chris sturniolo × fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

summary: chris is falling behind in english. he knows he has to get in grade in check before his big lacrosse game, or else coach will bench him. so what better idea than to reach out to the smart girl who sits in front of him in class? after all, it's just a little help... right?

a/n: this is lowkey short im sorry 😭 but it’s still worth it i promise

readers pov

as i lay in bed reading my book, i hear my phone go off. i reach over to my nightstand and check it. chris. he definitely remembered telling him about my life for the sky, the night he walked me home from his house. i smile like an idiot and respond.

i quickly throw off my covers and get out of bed. i open up my closet and look for something more presentable to put on. something better than the old tshirt and pajama pants that i had threw on after my shower.

i decide on a simple, cozy outfit. one that wouldn’t let him on that i wanted to impress him. did i want him to think i’m pretty? definitely. but i couldn’t make that obvious.

i creep down my stairs, careful not to wake up my parents. every creak of the stairs making my cringe and wait a few seconds, making sure i didn’t wake anyone up. if i was caught sneaking out to see a boy my parents would have my ass.

it felt freeing in a way. i’ve never done anything like this before. chris showed me what it was like to feel like all the girls in the movies.

i open my front door as silently as possible and slowly shut it. as soon as i conclude i’m in the clear, i bolt down the porch steps and into my car.

i would be lying if i said i wasn’t a nervous wreck. i’ve only ever hung out with chris for school purposes, and of course, lacrosse. but this felt much more intimate.

i pull up to chris’s house. texting him that i was outside.

after a few seconds, he comes outside with a blanket, hurrying down the sidewalk and opening the passenger side door.

“hey” he smiles.

“hi” i return the smile.

“so, where is this ‘perfect place’ you were telling me about?” i look at him curiously, pulling out of his driveway.

“you’ll see. i’ll just give you directions as we go.” he grins sheepishly.

“i trust you.” i tell him.

after about 15 minutes of chris telling me “take a right up here”, “go left”, “keep going straight”, we finally arrived to the spot.

the beach.

“chris isn’t the beach closed?” i ask. sneaking out with a boy would get me in trouble as is, but my parents waking up to a phone call from the police telling them that their daughter was trespassing on the beach after hours with a boy? i’d never see the light of day again.

“nobody’s gonna catch us y/n” he assures me, squeezing my hand.

“if you say so.”

we get out of the car and start walking toward the sand. chris has the blanket he brought thrown over his shoulder.

once we find a good spot, chris lays the blanket down on the sand.

“are you sure you want to get your blanket all sandy? i might have a towel in my car” i watch him as he gets the blanket all situated.

“no it’s okay. towels aren’t as comfy. that’s why i brought a blanket. i wanted you to be comfortable” he explains.

i smile at him, he sits down on the blanket and pats the spot next to him, gesturing me to sit down. i follow suit.

“why’d you bring me here chris?” i look over to him. his head was cranked up towards the sky, admiring the stars.

“i know you like the sky and stuff. plus, i wanted to spend more time with you.” he tells me. i blush, but i don’t pull my eyes away from him. he looked perfect in this light.

“can i tell you something? and you have to promise me you won’t laugh?” he looks over at me.

“i promise i won’t laugh” i extend my pinky out to him, he smiles and interlocks his own with mine.

“this is the first time i’ve ever hung out with a boy like this” i admit.

“like what?” i freeze. i didn’t want to call it something that it really wasn’t. i had to think fast.

“like uh…” i speak hesitantly. trying to find a word to use that wouldn’t ruin the moment. i couldn’t call it a date. what if that wasn’t what this was? he just wants to spend time with me, right?

“like a date?” it’s like he pulled the word straight out of my chest.

“is that what this is?” i wanted to confirm.

“is that what you want it to be?” yes. more than anything.

“i mean-“ i begin.

“i know that’s what i want it to be” he cuts me off.

“me too.” i smile shyly at him.

“then it’s a date. so you’ve never been on a date before this?” he sounded shocked.

“nope. never.”

“that’s crazy. so you’ve never had a boyfriend i take it?”

i shake my head. “i’ve also never had a first kiss”

“no way” his eyes widen. “you’re lying”

“i swear.” i laugh. “why is that so unbelievable?”

“i dunno. you’re like, super chill. and pretty. very pretty.” i blush at his words.

“thank you.”

our eyes remain on each other. not saying a word, just looking at each other. the same way it’s happened two times before. except this time it was different. no distractions.

except for the meteor shower starting of course.

“oh look chris it’s starting” i point up to the sky and smile wide.

his eyes follow my finger. he lays down on his back. i remain sitting up, leaning back on my hands. he grabs my arm and pulls me down next to him. i giggle and smile over at him.

i look back up at the sky. watching the bright streaks soar across the sky, the sound of the waves crashing softly against the shore making me feel calm, regardless of the fact that i was lying next to the boy i’ve been infatuated with since the first day i met his beautiful blue eyes on my porch.

i feel chris looking at me. i pull my eyes away from the sky and over to him.

“hey the meteor shower is up there” i tease, pointing up to the sky.

“i know. i like looking at you more though.” my heart picks up it’s pace.

i don’t say a word. i hold his eye contact.

“do you know how pretty you are y/n?” he rests his head on his hand.

i smile and shake my head “i think you might have to show me” i whisper

“i think so too”

chris pov

without another word, i press my lips to hers. gently, careful not to take anything to fast. i wanted to make sure that her first kiss was perfect.

after a couple seconds, she returns the kiss. her lips molded to mine like they were made for this exact moment. they danced against mine with the rhythm of honey, smooth and sweet. i felt her smile against my lips. i can’t help do the same. her hands find my hair and she runs her fingers delicately through it.

one of my hands rested on her cheek, the other was on the opposite side of her head, holding my weight on my elbow as i hovered over her body.

a few seconds later, i pull away, our noses still touching.

“mmm, i still don’t think i know quite yet, care to help me out?” she giggles, breaking the silence that had fallen between the two of us.

i laugh and press my lips back down to hers. god she was good at this.

this kiss lasted longer than the last. more passionate as well. yet still gentle.

i glide my tongue against her bottom lip, she opens her mouth slightly, granting me access.

a soft, barely audible moan escaped her plush lips. i smile. she’s perfect. so unbelievably perfect.

careful not to get too ahead of myself, i pull away, peppering her face with soft kisses as she giggled underneath me.

after a couple minutes of flirty banter, y/n lays her head against my chest. i wrap an arm around her as we look up at the sky, softly dragging my fingers up and down her arm. a comfortable silence filling the air around us.

after a while, y/n’s breaths slow. her chest rising and falling softly. she had fallen asleep. i smile down at her, brushing her hair out of her face.

i look back up at the sky. i couldn’t wrap my head around it. just a week ago i was texting her, begging for her help so i could play in the game coming up. and now we were laying on the beach, her asleep against my chest, as i watch the meteor shower.

it was fate.

a/n: sorry this is kinda short !! i think there will probably be like 3 ish more chapters to this series, im not quite sure tho. i kinda just figure shit out as i go ngl 😭 anyways, i hope you enjoy this part !! thanks sm for all the love and support! love you all!!

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callmeyoursblog · 4 months

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extra angst :)

uhhhh just random stuff cuz im procrastinating on my biology lab so don't mind my little rambles and possible errors

warnings: death, grief

-captain reader, grief after simon's death, revenge and closure <3

he died in your arms. on the field. gunshot wound to the head. his brain matter and blood spilling onto your pants and over your hands as you patched him up, screaming his name. all you remember next is shooting. shooting anyone and everyone that wore a uniform that you didn’t recognize. at least 10 people dead. none of their deaths amounting to the pain that simon’s caused. you’d never had a more accurate hand in your life. it was a habit that began that second. something switched. you weren’t protecting. you were out for revenge. the silence after your 10 consecutive gunshots was different than any other silence you’d experienced. you sat next to ghost’s body. knowing you’d never be the same. unable to find the tears in your body to even attempt to cry.

your hands desperately grabbed at the sheets to find simon’s body. tangled in his hoodie and your sheets from the nightmare you just had.

the one where he died.

the nightmare that was really a flashback.

and as you woke up in a panic, a knock fell upon your door. someone yelling your name. your mind so clouded that - maybe - in a universe much less cruel, simon would be standing outside of it with open arms. you ran towards the door, pulling it open. you didn’t even look at who it was. you knew it was soap. knew there was no chance of it ever being ghost. no matter how much you pretended. you opened the door to see the familiar scot standing outside your door in his tshirt and sweatpants.

"you need to get sleep, love." he'd remind you. a reminder you didn't need. a reminder that you could take a near-harmful dosage of sleeping medications and still get ten minutes of sleep, just reliving the worst moment of your life.

"this happens every night." he'd remind you. a reminder you didn't need. his voice almost grated against your eardrums, hearing him scold you the same way every night. it was a never-ending, vicious cycle. awake for what seemed like weeks on end.

you shut the door after soap forced his way in. pulling you onto your bed to try and hold you and make you get some sleep. truly, he wanted to help you. but he was damn tired of getting woken up by his grieving captain.

the next morning, unsure if you'd slept or just spaced out by staring at the wall, soap stood up from your bed and walked out of your room. you put your clothes on for your run. the habit you'd picked up after simon convinced you to run with him.

price caught you as you walked out of your room. hood up, headphones in, laser focus on getting to your running path.

"we need to talk."

your heart dropped. you were getting put on leave, surely. or getting a psych eval, that you could definitely cheat on, but certainly still fail. he pulled you into his office and shut the door.

"considering that you have worked the hours equivalent to your hours of bereavement for a spouse... i am not requiring you to leave. you have time off, you can take it. clean up your place. clean up his." he paused, seeing tears in your eyes. "i know you're strong. my best asset. i know that this is getting to you pretty badly-"

"i'm getting better."

"y/n, soap comes to your room at the same time every night to try and get you to sleep. you haven't been sleeping. i'm giving you a week." your face dropped. "get better sleep. finish those reports on your desk. we're going back in one week. me and you. i have a way to get into shepherd's office. and i have this." he told you, setting a gun with a silencer attached on his desk. you let out a small smile.

"you trust me to kill shepherd?"

"more than anyone else." he smiled at you. that comforting smile gave you every ounce of confidence that you needed.

you trained every day. to be prepared for the moment you got your revenge. every day for a week straight. running, shooting, and spending almost every hour in the gym. you got marginally better sleep. still awake much of the time, yet still waking up from your nightmares. soap still came into your room to help you sleep, but you were finally able to fall asleep in his arms most nights. price could see you were more energized. ready. working better. he was proud of you, and expressed that as you stood outside of the government building.

"you're just going to go in there, tell them kate laswell sent you. they'll know the name. don't say your name. don't say anything else. kate laswell sent you. his office is the top floor. long ass hallway and to the right. no security besides a key pad on the door. the code is 6163. his birth year and his wife's. i'm proud of you, kid. i'll be here when you leave." he patted your back. you smiled at him and strutted into the building with confidence you'd never had before.

"kate laswell sent me." you told the man at the desk. his face fell as he rushed you to the elevator. you pressed the button for the top floor. the ride up felt like the longest elevator ride of your life. overwhelming anxiety and nausea taking over your stomach until the doors opened, and regaining your confidence. the long hallway lead you to a door, exactly how price had described. you typed in the key code. having a seat in the corner of his office until he entered. mere minutes until his entry.

you sat. and you waited.

he came in, slowly walking into the office to look out the window. he took a breath, sitting in his desk chair and turning on the small desk lamp. enough light to illuminate your figure.

"general."

"captain."

"it must be nice. being able to use your wife's birthday as your keycode, yeah? must be nice not having a dead spouse."

"i didn't kill simon riley."

"it was your orders. so yes, sir, you did kill him."

"you've got a body count of your own. it'll come back to haunt you." he warned you. you let out a dry laugh.

"i hope to god it haunts you." you raised the gun at his head.

"i'm not going to beg for my life. not from you, or anybody else, y/n."

"not gonna do you any damn good." you pulled the trigger, your shot not hitting where you expected. the burning pain through your abdomen giving you a possible explanation. you were left gasping for air on the ground quicker than you could comprehend. shepherd stood over you. the shot in his shoulder not nearly fatal. he kicked price's gun from your hand. not expecting you to reach into your jacket and pull out your own gun as he looked away. a shot landing directly in his neck. he died quicker than you.

it was a blur. people rushing in and out of the room. your vision fading in and out. you wondered if simon saw anything as he died or if the bullet killed him instantly. wondered if he thought about you. wondered if he regretted not giving you the ring you found in his barracks. the warmth that washed over your body was reminiscent of simon, when he would lay on top of you. smiling as you bled out on the floor.

i'm coming home, my love.

a/n i might make a follow up of the boys after your death bc i meant to write about prices reaction outside of the building but i forgot it’s too late for this 😓

#simon riley #cod #call of duty #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #general shepherd

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saffronwritings · 9 months

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Crystal Ball - Nishinoya Yuu

Wordcount: 3.6k

A/N: Hi how are ya, coming out of the dark to give you *SO MUCH FLUFF* I also tried out this nifty and sinful comic sans trick to finish this small little fic and I'm a bit angry about it lmfao. Enjoy just pure cute Nishinoya doing cute Nishinoya things.

You really thought your day couldn’t get any worse as it had been. You had woken up late, which in turn got you in trouble. In waking up late, you had forgotten your wallet and begrudgingly accepted Tanaka’s offer to pay for you lunch. You failed your algebra exam that you thought you had aced and tripped in the hallway while carrying papers to the teacher’s lounge. After arriving at the volleyball club, you had hoped your luck would turn around. You’d be surrounded by all your friends who would go out of their way to make you smile.

However, it wasn’t long into their practices that you found out how much luck you actually held. Tsukishima had spiked the ball right into your face. Hard. You had fallen with it and swore you had seen stars on the impact. Coach Ukai and Kiyoko came rushing over to you not long after the initial hit. Tsukishima had quietly apologized to you after they had finished up practice and finished cleaning up the gymnasium.

You had been given a bag of ice to put on your throbbing nose and were instructed by the coach himself to not help in the clean up process. Nishinoya rushed over to you he finished helping pack up the volleyball nets in the supply closet. “Hey! Want to walk home together?” He asked with a giant goofy grin on his face. You smiled at him and nodded your head as he smiled even wider and sprinted over to where the boys changed into their volleyball gear.

You stood outside the gymnasium and lifted the ice from your nose, wincing a bit at the sting. “Does that still hurt?” Nishinoya had asked as he approached you. You turned to him and noticed he was in just a white tshirt and his school pants. His bag tossed over his right shoulder. “Tsukishima’s spike has gotten way better, but my nose is not happy about it.” You had laughed, wincing at the pain from even the laughter.

Nishinoya frowned at that and stared at you with concern written in his eyes. “Well, at least that tall punk apologized to you. I think Tanaka and I would have ganged up on him if he didn’t.” He had huffed out, puffing his chest out dramatically, getting you to smile at his actions. He put his hand out and said, “Give me your bag, I’ll carry it for you.”

You stared at his extended hand and shook your head. “I can’t ask that of you when I’m not all that hurt.” You said quickly. “I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t offer to help a hurt lady on the walk back home.” He said in a fake charming tone, the cheesy smile still plastered on his face. His energy was so infectious and always got you smiling.

“Good, I like when you smile.” Nishinoya said so casually. It felt like the wind got knocked out of you and he took a moment to register what he had actually said. His face instantly flashed into a bright blush and he started to stammer over his own words. “I mean- who doesn’t like when their friends smile? Smiling is good for you! You were frowning a lot today. I wanted to make you smile. Thats what friends do!” He said in a rushed manner.

A slight brush dusted your cheeks but you smiled at him regardless. You extended your hand with your bag in it to him and he stopped panicking for a moment to realize the gesture. He sighed out in relief for a brief moment before taking your bag in his hand. “Shall we?” He asked, gesturing towards the school gates to your walk home. You nodded and the two of you fell into step together.

This had become a regular routine for you and Nishinoya as of recently. You had accepted Kiyoko’s offer to join as a manager for the volleyball club. It was perfect because you had been looking to join a club but had no idea what to go for. This opportunity also helped because you had recognized Nishinoya and Tanaka from your class in the club. It was now impossible to separate the three of you in class projects.

At the beginning of the school year your family had moved across town and it just so happened to be a few streets down from where Nishinoya lived. Tanaka had pouted when they had figured out that information when they both asked to take you home after practice one day. From that day forward, the two of you had walked home after school and after practice together.

“Did you want to talk about it?” Nishinoya asked, startling you out of your thoughts. You had zoned out completely and hadn’t noticed how long the two of you walked in silence. “I woke up late and then the rest of the day followed suite.” You admitted, a frown slowly creeping onto your face. “Tanaka bragged he bought you lunch. I knew you’d only accept that under dire circumstances.” He pointed out, making you snort in response.

“Where were you at lunch today?” You asked, titling your head with the question. You had noticed his absence almost immediately and when you confronted Tanaka about it, you only got a shrug in response. You had been a bit disappointed that he hadn’t been there during your free period today. He looked over and saw the sad look on your face and it looked like guilt flashed across his features.

“Hinata and Kageyama wanted to practice some during their lunch break since we didn’t have practice this morning. Sugawara lent me the key as long as I promised to show up on time for practice after school.” He explained. “I should have told Tanaka but I wanted to get there before the two freshman idiots started fighting for just breathing wrong.”

You knew how feisty Hinata and Kageyama could get when left alone to their own devices. You had gotten to the gym early one day and found the two arguing pretty intensely while practicing with a spare volleyball. You had just waited until Sugawara arrived in fears of getting mixed in with their arguments. Sugawara had scolded the two boys for being so loud and disruptive on school grounds.

“That’s understandable. I don’t blame you. I’m surprised Tanaka wasn’t nosey enough to come with you.” You explained your understanding. He chuckled at your comment and began to explain how he and Tanaka were just like the rowdy freshman. You had fallen into step with him and listened very intently on his story. It had somehow melted your bad day away just listening to his expressive stories.

The two of you had eventually arrived at your house not long before the sun had fully dipped under the sky. “Thank you for carrying my bag, and for walking me home.” You smiled, grabbing your bag gently from his hand. “You thank me every day, and I’m going to keep telling you that it’s no problem at all. I rather enjoy our walks.” He smiled and you could of swore you saw the slightest tinge of pink on his cheeks.

“Well, hopefully tomorrow is a better day, because I’m very much so over this one.” You sighed, swaying back and forth on your feet. “I don’t have a magic crystal ball to see into the future. However, I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a great day for you.” He smiled vibrantly at you, almost once again taking the breath from your chest. You saw him stare at you for a moment with contemplation in his eyes before he shook his head and smiled at you. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You had wished him a good night as well before getting inside of your home. Your parents had left a plate of food wrapped neatly on the counter for you. Taking the food and reheating it, you sighed and were thankful that your day was over.

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You had woken up before your alarm went off the next day, and you almost sobbed in relief. Another bad day like yesterday would have torn your mental health apart. As you had gotten out of your bed, you heard your phone chirp with a notification.

“Good morning sunshine!” - Yuu

You couldn’t help the giant smile that had creeped across your face as you read his message over a couple times before replying:

“Good morning, Yuu!”

It was on a rare occasion that you had called Nishinoya by his first name. He had told you multiple times that you could call him Yuu, but it always felt too personal for you. It was rare for you to use first names with people. There was a select few that you actually called by their first name. However, with his text this morning, something felt right calling him by his first name.

So you were not surprised when he was at your front gate waiting for you with a giant grin plastered on his face. You had smiled back at him and the two of you walked to school together, chitchatting about classes and volleyball. It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach the school’s gymnasium. Kiyoko and Daichi had already set up the gym and were waiting for the rest of the team to show up.

“Do we want to know what time the two of you were up and here to be this ready when we arrive?” Nishinoya had joked at Daichi, who had only smiled and rolled his eyes at him. “You are rather chipper this morning Noya.” Kiyoko had laughed making him smile even wider at her. It was your turn to roll your eyes at your friend.

Tanka and Nishinoya were notorious for flirting with the head manager of the volleyball club. It hadn’t shocked anyone when the also started to flirt with you when you initially joined to be a manager. However, as they got closer to you, the flirting had died off and was more friendly banter. Nishinoya was known for flirting and asking girls out left and right. Although, in the last few weeks you hadn’t heard about those antics of his.

During practice, you had pulled Tanaka aside to ask about this in particular. “Is it just me, or have you noticed that Nishinoya hasn’t been off flirting with every female on campus?” You asked him while he was taking a water break. He almost spit out his water and ended up in a coughing fit. He ended up laughing at the end of it, making Sugawara and Daichi roll theirs eyes at their teammate. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” He said through fits of laughter.

You had just stared at him almost in more confusion than before. “I didn’t think you were paying attention to his stupid antics. That’s hilarious. Thanks for the laugh Y/N.” He said before running back onto the court, a fierce look of competition crossing his features. You frowned after him as he hadn’t actually answered you, but you shrugged it off.

Both Nishinoya and Tanaka offered to stay to help finish cleaning up the gym while you went to go to your locker to switch into your school shoes. When you opened up your locker, it was flooded with chocolates and little origami hearts. You scrambled to pick up the note that flung itself out of your locker as soon as you opened it. Other students around you had looked over at you when you squeaked in surprise to the bombardment of items in your locker.

You opened the note and all it said was, "If you and I were socks, we'd make a great pair”. You stared at the note for a moment before a smile broke out on your face. It was such a silly and cheesy pick up line. However, you knew this was one or both of the boys trying to make you feel better from yesterday’s bad day blues. You quickly switched your shoes and took some of the chocolate to put into your school bag and went to your classroom.

You sat down at your desk and noticed something peaking out from your desk’s cubby. You pulled out another note, similar to the one you had found in your locker. In sloppy handwriting that you couldn’t distinguish between the two boys was written, “Are you a keyboard? Because I think you might just be my type”. You rolled your eyes and smiled as you put the note back into your desk. You couldn’t stop the smile from widening as both Nishinoya and Tanaka walked into the classroom a few minutes later.

Nishinoya was a row over from you back two chairs. Tanaka was on the right of him. You had turned around and pretended like you hadn’t received the gifts. You talked to them like normal and when the teacher had arrived, you had turned around and focused on your school work. Although you could help hearing the two boys behind you from gossiping to one another throughout the class.

“Do you guys wanna eat on the roof today?” You asked once the lunch bell had chimed, standing in front of Noya’s desk. “I’m actually gonna go talk with Suga about something for this upcoming practice match with Aoba Johsai.” He said with a mischievous grin. “Poor Suga.” You sighed and Tanaka playfully stuck his tongue out at you while exiting the classroom.

“Well then, I guess it’s just the two of us. Unless you’re also running off for some volleyball related reason?” You teased, bumping your shoulder with his. He was actually just an inch or so taller than you were. He constantly reminded you of how much he enjoyed the height difference. “Nope! One of us has to look after you at all times. Who knows what trouble you’ll get into by yourself.” He laughed as he started to exit the classroom.

“Me? I’m the one who has to be watched over? And not you two bafoons?” You joked back with him, noticing that he was patting his pockets. “Ah shoot, I forgot my wallet in my bag, I’ll meet up with you in the cafeteria!” He said, rushing back towards the classroom. Noya was never that forgetful, he was honestly the most organized out of all the volleyball members. They didn’t give him enough credit.

Having three older sisters who were constantly on him about cleanliness had broken him of clumsy habits. You wanted to shrug it off and just walk to the cafeteria. However, something in you waited and then silently followed behind Nishinoya. You waited to hear the classroom door slide open and close before approaching the classroom door yourself.

You waited a few moments, unsure why your heartbeat was picking up so fast, before you had opened the classroom door. Nishinoya jumped away from your desk quickly. His eyes darted to you with surprise and his face immediately flushed. Your eyes went to his hand which had an envelope in the same color of the ones you had found this morning.

You weren’t sure why the sight of him attempting to put the note in your bag sent your heart into a frenzy. You had guessed that it had been one or both of the boys. Yet, for some reason, catching him in the act felt more intimate than you anticipated. “Y-y/n! What are you doing here?” He asked quickly, trying to shove the letter behind his back.

“I uh, wanted to grab my notebook incase I wanted to doodle during lunch.” You lied, and something in you knew, that Noya also knew that it was a lie. “What are you doing, Noya?” You asked, eyes darting from his face to the hands he had hidden behind his back. He stared at you for a moment like a deer caught in headlights. He gulped before he let out a sigh, walking over and extended the note to you.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t find this until you got home tonight, I planned to put it in your math book where our homework was.” He admitted shyly and didn’t make eye contact. His cheeks were now flushed red and this made your own cheeks heat up. You gently took the note from him and opened it up. It was just like the others you had found this morning. Except this one said, “Anyone who says Disneyland is the happiest place on earth has clearly never stood next to you”.

You felt your cheeks begin to burn more as you re-read the sentence over and over, until you saw a little arrow at the bottom of the card. You flipped it over quickly, hearing Noya’s breath catch in his throat. On the back it read, ““Are you my phone charger? Because without you, I’d die. Will you go out with me?” Your eyes widen in surprised as you looked up at Noya who was also blushing as much as you probably were.

“I didn’t exactly plan to be standing in front of you when you read this, so I’m not entirely sure what to say.” He started, clearing his throat before he continued, “However, when I saw you having a bad day yesterday something just finally clicked. Talking with you and seeing you smile light up my entire day. You bring such light into my life.

“Its crazy when they say that one person will come into your life when you’re least expecting them to and will change it completely. When I met you, Y/N, I felt my entire world shift on its axis. I don’t want to ruin the friendship we have, but when you smiled at me yesterday, and I mean really smiled at me, I felt my heart stop beating and I got so scared.

“But that’s when I realized that I didn’t want to be scared anymore. I stopped flirting with other girls because I didn’t want their attention. I only wanted yours.” He rambled on, in a nervous tangent and gushing his feelings out to you. He stepped a bit closer and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I would do anything, and I mean anything, to keep that smile on your face every single day.” He said in a whisper.

You were too stunned for words. You stared at him, and really looked at him for a moment. You had always found him attractive, as well as adorable in his quirky moments. You hadn’t realized you had been pining over him for a while. The hurt that would strike when you heard he had asked out another girl from the girls volleyball team. How you gawked at him the first time he came to school with his hair down because he woke up late and didn’t have time to style it.

“I don’t have much to offer, but I promise to always be there-” He continued to ramble, noticing your silence and taking it the wrong way. You quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek and looked back down at the note in your hand. “I think you lied to me.” You said to him, snapping out of his trance of your kiss to his cheek. He had lifted a hand in shock to his cheek as if he wasn’t expecting you to do that.

“Wha? How did I lie to you?” He asked quickly, panic in his eyes for a moment. “I think you do have a magic crystal ball.” You smiled up at him and he stopped moving for a moment before smiling himself. “Because this is indeed a much, much better day than yesterday. I also have a feeling that my days are indeed going to get better with each passing day.” You said, turning back towards your desk to walk over to your bag.

“Oh?” He asked in a confused but hopeful tone. “Well, I think having a goofy boyfriend will definitely brighten up my days.” You said, putting the note in your bag. You had turned around to see a shocked Noya just staring at you. “What?” You asked him, snapping him out of his trance. “Did… Did you just call me your boyfriend?” He asked, blinking rapidly at you and you simply nodded your head.

He continued to stare at you in stunned silence before he wrapped you up in his arms and spun you around, eliciting a small squeak from you. “Clear your schedule, because I’m taking you on the best date of your life this weekend.” He said smiling like a fool and you laughed as he put you back down on the ground.

The two of you walked back down to the cafeteria while smiling brightly and holding hands. However, as you found out throughout the week, that dating Nishinoya was not much different than being his friend. He still walked with you everywhere and doted on you, except now he was yours. You got to wear his jersey’s to games and he would run to you first after winning games.

No one in the volleyball club was surprised besides Daichi. He was the only one who never noticed the feelings the two of you had harbored for one another. He congratulated his teammate nonetheless, but still pushed him to do his normal training. (Daichi may or may not have yelled at the two of you once or twice for canoodling too long before practice.)

Everyone practically shipped the hell out of the two of you and you were known around school as one of the best couples. And who would have known that one of your worst days turned out to be the reason you had one of the best days to follow.

#nishinoya yuu #nishinoya x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfic #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya x you #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya yuu x you #nishinoya yuu x y/n

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my-soupy-brain · 5 months

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i just want ted to come hang out with me during a snowstorm and watch the snow fall with some soft music playing while snuggled under a blanket and giving me cuddly tickles

Is it cold where you are too? It is here, and we have snow! I can imagine this so perfectly and it would be so...soothing. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: A lot of comfort, teasing, a little bit of smut

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There was a snowstorm headed your way and you don't get those often where you live, but it was enough to send the city spiraling and shops closing.

Ted Lasso was afraid to miss you, so he made a deal.

"How 'bout I come over and we just have a big ol' snugglefest? Nowhere to go, nothin' to see. We can just hang out - the two of us?"

Your mouth dropped open, and then you smiled bigger than you have in a long time.

"I take that adorable face as a yes," Ted said, leaning in to kiss your lips gently.

"Yes!"

So here you were, at home, the shops already flipping their signs to "Closed" while you got out a pile of blankets, some candles, and made some cookies.

"Mmmmmm! Smells good in here, sugar!" Ted called as he stomped off some of the snow from his shoes in your doorway.

"Comin' down out there," he said as he unzipped his coat, and then rounded the corner and saw you in your cozy clothes.

"You are a sight for sore eyes, honey," he says softly, opening his arms to hug you. "Ready for our snowy sleepover?"

He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you could eat him up right then and there.

The snow falls outside the window, the candles are lit and you watch a movie. When it's over, you let the quiet darkness of the room take over, snuggled with Ted in his Kansas City BBQ t-shirt and joggers.

"I'm glad we did this," he murmurs, his voice and drawl low. "I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else on a night like this."

"Me, too. Thanks for coming over," you offer, turning your face up so he can kiss your lips.

Ted grabs his phone and turns on some soft music, Christmas tunes that are just right with the holiday around the corner.

You squeeze him a little tighter.

I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree...

You sing along with him, harmonizing and tickling each other.

I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you

Ted looks down at you with the last line, kissing your lips gently. The snow is still falling, the candles dancing around the room.

So romantic your heart could burst.

'Cause I just want you here tonight Holding on to me so tight What more can I do? Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is you You, baby

He kisses you a little deeper, his mustache tickling against you in a way that makes your desire spark even more. Your tongue finds his lips and he kisses you deeper, a low moan in his throat.

Your hips naturally roll against his thigh as you kiss, his big hands cupping your ass and running down your thigh an up your side and into your hair.

Oh-oh, all the lights are shining so brightly everywhere And the sound of children's laughter fills the air (oh, oh, yeah) And everyone is singing (oh, yeah) I hear those sleigh bells ringing Santa, won't you bring me the one I really need? (Yeah, oh) Won't you please bring my baby to me?

Your hands climb under his tshirt, touching his warm skin and making him grab you a little harder.

"I need ya, sugar," Ted whispers against your ear while he kisses your neck, your hand drifting down under the blanket to his tented joggers.

"Ohhh, and that's makin' it worse," he says with a low chuckle, as you grin with his lips.

His own hand skates under your pajama pants and down your hip and your back arches just right...

"Bedroom?" he asks, nibbling on the lobe of your ear..

"Bedroom," you answer as you move to the bed and fall into it together, the music still playing softly in the other room.

All I want for Christmas is you, baby All I want for Christmas is you, baby All I want for Christmas is you, baby All I want for Christmas (all I really want) is you, baby All I want (I want) for Christmas (all I really want) is you, baby

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I could've done more tickles but the idea of this is so... *fans self* I had to go with it. But this is...heaven. Ted would absolutely take a snow day/weekend with you just laying around in cozies and making love. THE DREAM, I TELL YOU. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you #ted lasso smut

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enm-enthusiast · 6 months

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The Exhibitionists Club Ch. 6 - Thomas Part 2

Author's Note: Two Parts in one day! I know it'd been a while since I last posted, life gets in the way and whatnot but I'm still here and dedicated to giving you the stories you all love!

This chapter will be focused on Thomas from Ethan's perspective...does our stud Professor have the hots for one of his students??? Find out ;)

Part 2 -

Two Parts in One!

Ethan I had just sent away Professor Whittle and her small group of female volunteers when Thomas finally showed up. Only three other male students had agreed to participate which was fine, seeing as the study was meant to be on a small scale though I would interview each of them separately to make them more comfortable…for what came next. Thomas was the last to arrive, and when he entered he looked flustered like he had lost track of time, and I thought it was perhaps from being exhausted, studying perhaps?

I’m ashamed to admit that I found the lad quite beautiful, he had a thin but angular face, with sharp blue eyes and wavy dark hair that narrowly avoided going past his eyes. He wore a plain green tshirt, a dark brown coat from being outside, and brown pants. When I had finally gotten a closer look at him when he came up to me earlier, I thought he was the most beautiful young man I had ever seen, and my cock had started to rise in my pants as if in response to an attractive fellow male in my presence.

I felt a slight heat rise in my cheeks as well, because I could feel the arousal in my loins but it was only a little, not so much as to pop a boner right here and now…not yet anyways.

“Ah, Thomas, I was afraid you weren’t going to show up after all,” I said.

“No, just-just got…lost around the building, that’s all” he replied in heaving breaths. “Regardless, I’m glad you're here because now we can start” I said and directed him to sit with the others.

He did as I told him and it sent a rush through me that he was so quick to obey… “Now, you all know why you are here, I assume you’ve got your forms all signed and you will hand them to me” I said and sure enough all four of my volunteers handed over their signed forms which had now effectively sealed their fates.

“Good, now then, here’s how it works, I’ll call you one at a time and you’ll proceed into the medical exam room right behind me”-I said, pointing towards the door.

“Once you are inside with me, you are to follow all of my instructions to the letter, and will continue to remain part of the study until its duration, understood?” I said, and the first three nodded but Thomas…hesitated before agreeing.

“Excellent, now, Blake is it? You're up first” I said and the tall skinny blonde from my Anatomy II class followed me into the medical exam room, and as I closed the door I glanced towards Thomas and we locked eyes for a split second before I fully closed it. I silently cursed myself to get a grip and be professional, he's a student for god’s sake!

Thomas He’s a professor for god’s sake! I thought as I noticed Professor Ethan’s gaze locked onto me right before he closed the door. I could hardly ignore my dick twitching in my pants as I saw that familiar gleam in my professor’s eyes…I still couldn’t quite figure out what it was exactly, but I had my suspicions. Still, he couldn’t possibly be interested in me…would he? He was the star Adonis of the campus, all his students talked about how hot he was and were jealous of whoever got to date him. So the thought of him desiring me was absolutely preposterous…wasn’t it?

I waited there, down at the end of the row of pull-up chairs that were put out for everyone to sit, and as I sat there my mind was an influx of emotions, ones worried about George, others on getting this extra credit, and now I have to deal with a possible crush on my professor??? It was enough that by the time that Blake had returned it seemed only seconds had passed for me. The tall blonde looked…different, like a warm glow about him but also an ashamed look in his eyes as well. Next up was Wes, a medium-height caramel skin and shoulder-length hair that it seemed he braided himself and when he was in there I swore I could hear them talking or some very…odd noises. Regardless, he came out quicker than Blake did and had a satisfied smile on his face. Next up was the guy sitting at the opposite end and for the first time I noticed…it was George from the Anatomy I class. He was glaring right at me, his ice-cold stare sent chills down my spine like it did before and Professor Ethan looked disturbed when he had to call him in. Not taking his eyes off me, George got up and followed Ethan into the exam room.

For some reason, George was in there a lot longer than the other two, longer than they probably should have. I started to worry, remembering George’s threats from earlier, what exactly did he mean when he said “or else I’ll make you my little bitch, too?” that didn’t make any sense at all! nonetheless…I was about to get up and go find Professor Whittle when at long last George emerged from the exam room and he had a devilish smile on his face. Ethan looked…disheveled, but nonetheless the same if a bit more stiff and stoic than he usually was. George didn’t glare at me again, instead he merely winked and walked right out, leaving it just between me, and professor Ethan.

Ethan “Thomas Miller? Come on in, you're the last one” I said, trying to sound as professional as possible and not like my ass had just been rammed into, I felt ashamed and disgusted with myself for continuing to let George do this to me. Ever since he and James had…stolen my clothes and done all those…other things then maybe I would feel like I still had a shred of dignity to my name. But now? Every time George got me alone these days he held that copy of the video over my head and I had no choice or I’d lose my job at best and go to prison at worst. Most of the time he just wanted to fuck me, other days he’d strip off all my clothes and leave me tied up to my own office chair until the janitor found me and helped me. Thankfully I was able to play it off as a silly prank by some trouble-making students.

Just now? As soon as the door was closed he wasted no time, he bent me over the table that I now directed Thomas to sit on and then he…took off my pants and started pounding my ass, he had even grabbed my hair, and I thanked god that the walls were thicker in this building because even though I stifled my moans, George never made an attempt to hide what he was feeling. The little punk had the nerve to threaten me before he left…he told me to keep my eyes off of the other guys in the class, said I was his and that he didn’t like to share. He seemed particularly focused on Thomas about that last bit, and it worried me, he could do whatever he wanted to me but I drew the line at hurting my students! I had to do something about this, it was far past time and needed to take action now before Thomas or anyone else…got hurt.

“Professor? Is everything alright?” I heard Thomas say and I turned to look at him and with the lamp shining directly on him I stifled a breath in surprise because he looked absolutely beautiful, even more so than usual.

I realized then I had been staring at my clipboard for a few minutes now, distracted by my thoughts about George. “Oh, yes just…checking to make sure I had to right papers for you here” I said and to prove it I got a new copy of his initial charts and refilled out all his information on it before I collected myself and started preparing him and myself…because I was about to see Thomas butt naked.

“Alright…here’s how it works Thomas, first I need to do a full check of your male anatomy so…I’m going to need you to take off all your clothes please, and put them on the chair by the door” I said, my voice even despite that my cock was literally lurching to life in anticipation.

Thomas’ face grew bright red, and under the lamp light it only made the color more prominent which made him so adorable…but nonetheless he didn’t seem surprised, in fact he didn’t even voice any protests like Blake had.

He hesitated at first, but he muttered something and despite that he was still bright red he got up and with great reluctance he began to pull off his clothes. First he removed his socks and shoes, afterwards his coat and at the first glance of his upper body I could feel the blood rushing to my dick. I tried not to stare, captivated as Thomas lifted his shirt over his head exposing his bare torso but I was surprised by how much musculature he had on him it was difficult for me to try and concentrate on filling out the form in front of me especially as my cock started to ache inside my pants.

What came next, though, was Thomas slowly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. He kept his head down but I could tell he was so embarrassed to be exposing himself to his own teacher, but it seemed…more than that somehow. I peeked inside his pants and my cock rose to full hardness when I saw the sexiest burgundy red silk briefs on him. I was positively drooling at the sight, but I managed to tear my gaze away and take notes on Thomas’ male anatomy features. At least that wasn’t so difficult to do in this state, especially as the lad finished removing his jeans which left him in nothing but his briefs. My breath caught in my throat as he slowly grasped each side of his briefs and slowly lowered them down his legs. My dick throbbed and even felt it leak a little as I saw Thomas’ perfect cut cock come into full view. It seemed that Thomas regularly shaved off his pubes which only made his dick seem that much larger, there was already a little blood rushing to it so…I was guessing maybe 7 inches? The perfect length, too….no, stop it he’s your student I said to myself.

Thomas stood there, fully naked in front of me and he slowly started to gather up his clothes and placed them on the chair beside the door as I instructed and stood there by the table with his arms covering up his crotch. “I’m sorry Thomas, but I need to examine your anatomy and that means…genitalia too” I said, gently trying to calm the poor kid down.

Thomas grew redder in the face but he moved his hands aside and his cock had grown to half-mast now, and with my clipboard in hand I prepared the checklist the same as the others…

“Now, for our first overview I’m going to be observing your anatomy, and once I am done with that I will be testing your body’s sensitive areas to get a rudimentary idea of your body’s sexual arousal response, alright?” I said, again gently.

Thomas didn’t object but nor did he respond except for a slight nod of his head and refused to meet my eyes. I could hardly blame him, but I had a job to do still despite the aching boner in my own pants.

So, I raked my eyes over Thomas’ naked body and the more I looked at it the more…aroused I got, he had such an incredible and beautiful body that I took clear detailed notes on the various parts of his anatomy and from what I could see and my general knowledge of human anatomy Thomas was a healthy, fit young male like anyone else except…

He was hard. Fully hard. By the time I was able to move past Thomas’ juicy bubble butt towards his front the lad’s head was upwards, refusing to look at me as I gazed at his amazingly hard cock which dangled between his legs like a trapped treat that was begging me to reach out and touch it only to end up paying for it if I dared to do such a thing. After that, however, I had to start testing his erogenous zones which started towards the top, specifically his ears which surprisingly earned a twitch from his still fully hard cock down there. When I reached his nipples I got a much bigger response from him, I saw him biting his lip as I used my gloved hands to massage them. My cock was practically begging and felt like it would rip through the fabric and just flop out in the open.

I couldn’t help but to try and twist one of them a little and I heard a soft “oh!” escape from Thomas’ lips. “Good, subject has ummm…sensitive response to stimuli around the nipple area” I managed to say.

I moved on towards his lower half now, one gloved hand feeling down his torso to test for sensitive areas which Thomas didn’t seem to have. However, next came the rather more fun part, depending on your perspective.

“Thomas? Next is gluteus and penile stimulation, just so you are aware and of course please state if you are in any distress as I complete your examination” I said, sounding rather professional this time.

“O-okay, but be careful I’m rather…sensitive down there” he said, his voice wobbly and embarrassed but I gave him a reassuring smile. That seemed to relax him a bit, and he closed his eyes as I reached around his waist and gently massaged around his butt. I couldn’t believe I had my hands massaging Thomas’ ass, I was afraid of getting too close to Thomas’ legs or he’d know I have a hard on, big time. Thomas seemed to find the sensation stimulating but not as sensitive as his nipple area which I added to the notes. Next was the finale, I gingerly reached out and grabbed his cock gently but firmly in my hand to test the firmness of his arousal and what I felt blew me away completely. I was such a torrent of conflicting desires.

I used my free hand to caress his balls, the combination of which made Thomas moan through gritted teeth. Now I had to further stimulate him and I prayed to whoever was out there that what I was hoping for came true. I used the tips of my fingers to stimulate the glans at the tip of his penis.

“Oh! Fuckkkkk” Thomas whispered out loud. I was almost done here, so I continued to fondle his balls and teasing the tip of his cock when suddenly I heard him say: “Fuck…Professor umm…I’m gonna…if you don’t stop” he said.

I didn’t stop.

Instead, I started slowly jerking his cock, increasing the pace until I could see his body language communicate for him as his muscles contracted and legs buckled as he shot his load. Thankfully I aimed it towards a small cup I had for this exact purpose. I forgot to mention we needed to collect sperm samples from all the volunteers…it seemed Thomas really enjoyed doing it this way. He grunted and moaned as he shot his load inside the cup and I managed to collect most of it, with only a few drops on the floor, none of the others had shot nearly as much. I was…impressed, almost like a display of dominance. I cast those thoughts aside as I let Thomas recover and finished up taking my notes and made sure to say “Don’t worry, we already collected your sperm sample for the study so you are all good to go, your clothes are in the cor-” I said and looked to see Thomas had already started getting dressed, his eyes downcast, ashamed.

“Thomas? What’s wrong?” I asked him, concerned.

“Professor…you said you took my sperm sample…what did that mean, exactly?” he asked.

“Oh, oh! I’m so sorry Thomas I forgot to mention it, we do it with all the other volunteers, see?” I said, indicating the row of three cups on the medical counter which all had sperm samples of the previous three volunteers…even George.

Thomas immediately lightened up a bit after that and started to pull his clothes back on, which seemed a shame as he truly was as beautiful as I imagined…not that I imagined it at all.

“Our next scheduled interview will be the same time tomorrow night, where we will go over the more extensive rules of this study, so be on time” I said, ignoring the aching need for release in my own pants. Thomas finished getting dressed and gave me a wan smile and said “Don’t worry, I’ll be here, can’t afford without that extra credit after all” he said. I showed him the way out and once the door had closed behind him, I immediately locked it because now…now I needed some release and started undoing my pants…

Thomas I couldn’t process what just happened, the hottest professor on campus now only just saw me naked but he actually jerked me off! No wonder the others looked so different when they came out…even George. I walked back towards my dorm building where Seb was waiting for me, it was already dark and the security guards were out on patrol but I didn’t care about any of it because I was slowly reaching a conclusion that in truth I already knew but I didn’t want to admit it. As I climbed the steps up towards my dorm, I braced myself because I had no idea how he would react and…he could get rather jealous at times. There was only one way to find out as I walked in and greeted my boyfriend with a smile, and he immediately leaped up towards me and planted a kiss on my cheek. I blushed and smiled at him but I told him I needed to tell him something. He sat on the couch as he waited for me to find the words, but it was…hard, much harder than I thought until I managed to blurt out “I think…I think I want to fuck Professor Ethan!” I said.

End of Part 2.

Author’s Note: Next chapter is going to see an escalation as Thomas attempts to navigate his burning desire to fuck his teacher and needing the extra credit to pass the class…elsewhere, jealous George is up to something new this time, but who is the target of his latest scheme? Find out the next chapter everyone!

#enm #cmnm #embarassing #gay #stripped

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