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Playing a new dnd character! Elf wizard. Enjoys books and ruffles. No other notable features to speak of.
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OMG I love your party idea it's so cool!! how about "slow down baby" by Christina Aguilar for Eren Yeager 💓💓 one of my favs
Slow Down Baby
Slow down baby and don't act crazy, don't you know you can look all you want but you just can't touch
Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader
Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~2.4k
cw: modern-day au, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, implications of cheating, cheating, sex toy use (vibrator), dirty talk, pet names (good girl, princess)
Summary: Your boyfriend Jean is working late again, and you can’t help but be suspicious that there’s something nefarious happening behind your back. Pent up from not seeing him this whole week, you take this alone time to treat yourself to some much-needed self-care.
Eren Jaeger knows that his friend is cheating on you, and he hates it. You don’t deserve it, not one bit. When Jean asks him to do a favor to try to cover up his infidelity, Eren seriously considers telling you the truth, ultimately deciding against it because of “bro code”. But what happens when he walks in on you taking all your sexual frustrations out on a little toy? Can he really keep his mouth shut?
Author’s Note: Thank you for this request @shepnicolo! Love me some Xtina, great song for the y2k karaoke party! This was a fun one for me, so I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading everyone! MDNI banner designed by @/cafekitsune. Header image from Pinterest.
“Hey babe. Sorry, but I’m going to be at work late again tonight.” It’s already past nine in the evening when Jean calls you, informing you of this last-minute change of plans.
“Again?” He’s had overtime every day since last week. He’s also been leaving early in the mornings so by the time you wake up, he’s gone. It feels like you’ve barely seen him at all. “How about dinner?”
“Yeah, yeah. I already ate.” There’s shuffling in the background. And maybe it’s just your paranoia, but you swear you hear a woman giggling quietly beside him.
You swallow hard, asking, “Is someone with you?”
“Huh?” His tone shifts, as if you’re asking the most ridiculous question. “What do you mean?”
Immediately regretting it, you rephrase, not wanting to sound accusatory. “I was just wondering if anyone else is working overtime with you. That’s all. Didn’t want you to be lonely there.” The last statement is a lie; you sincerely hope he’s alone and not doing what you’re suspicious of.
He clears his throat nervously. “Oh. Well, yeah, there are a few people here with me, so you have nothing to worry about.”
Too late for that, you think, listening carefully for any more clues. When you can’t hear anything else, you sigh into the phone. “Okay, sweetie. I’ll see you later then.” You wait for him to respond, but he doesn’t. Quickly, you add, “I love you – ”
He hangs up before you can get it out completely.
Jean had been pulling away from you for a while now. It didn’t just start with the overtime. It began over a month ago, when you noticed how glued to the phone he was while the two of you watched TV together. When you asked who he was texting, he answered, “It’s my new coworker. She’s asking some questions about work.” At the time, it didn’t raise any alarms in your head, so you dropped it. Every day, he was immersed to the screen, sometimes excusing himself to take a call outside on your balcony. You resisted every urge, every temptation to eavesdrop on his conversations, look through his text messages, interrogate him further.
You continue to give him the benefit of the doubt. There’s no way Jean would ever cheat on you. While you haven’t been together for that long, you like to think that you know him well enough to be sure he’s a faithful boyfriend. You don’t even have proof of his infidelity. It would be unfair to accuse him of such atrocities over some silly speculation, right?
Since he’s been in the office late this entire week, the two of you haven’t had sex in what seems like forever. Pent up and frustrated, you take this time to care for yourself, since Jean’s not around to do it. It starts with a serving of your favorite dessert, then a warm bath, soothing the tense muscles in your body. You surround yourself in a comfy robe, brushing your teeth with the full intention of falling asleep as soon as you do the one thing you need to make yourself feel better tonight.
With all the lights off, except for the dim glow of the lampshade on the nightstand, you snuggle into your bed, untying the robe so it’s splayed beneath you. Inside the drawer, you retrieve your favorite vibrator and a small bottle of lube, pouring a tiny bead on the tip. Spreading your legs wide, you smear it on yourself. Using your free hand, you navigate to your favorite dirty audio, playing it out loud.
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Eren hates this. Absolutely hates it.
He’s driving towards your apartment with a set of keys in his pocket and a bouquet of roses sitting in the passenger seat. All because your friend is a piece of shit.
Eren’s known for a while now that Jean is cheating on you. It started with a not-so-subtle comment in the group chat. My new coworker is fucking hot. That alone disgusted him. Connie, of course, laughed it off. Armin didn’t say anything, probably unsure how to respond at such a statement. It only went downhill from there.
She’s got the best body omg.
I’m in trouble now.
This is bad guys lol.
Don’t tell the girls okay?
Jean has always rubbed Eren the wrong way, ever since they were kids. But at least he respected him. Now, not so much. Not at all, actually. You don’t deserve this, not one bit. No one does, but especially you. And maybe the reason he can’t completely berate Jean is because Eren’s harboring a secret of his own: He’s head-over-heels for you.
Of course, he’s never acted on it. Bro code, right? Thou shall not hook up with another bro’s girl, or whatever the unofficial rule is. But what if said bro is acting like a total asshole? And what if this bro would treat you the way you deserve and more? Then what?
It’s because of this stupid code that he finds himself in the most ridiculous, aggravating situation. Earlier in the night, Jean texted the group chat. SOS SOS SOS. Armin and Connie were both busy, so didn’t respond, leaving Eren to answer the cry for help.
Jean explains it quickly through the phone, voice all panicky and guilty. “Dude, I need you to do me the hugest favor right now. I would you owe big time if you could help me out.” Basically, he needs Eren to buy a big bouquet of roses and deliver them to your apartment, where you can see them first thing in the morning.
“Why?” he asks, irritated by this request.
“I think she’s suspicious. So I need to do something to throw her off the scent,” he explains. Eren can already see the cocky, shit-eating grin on his face. Why is he friends with this douchebag? And why did he agree to do this? He’s complicit in this mess now, not only for keeping his friend’s infidelity a secret, but for helping him continue it. He wants so badly to tell you the truth so you can escape this relationship. At the same time, he’s supposed to have his friend’s back no matter what, even if he is being a massive prick.
So, he decides to help his buddy out, no matter how much it’s killing him. He meets Jean at an unknown address, most likely his side chick’s place. “Dude, seriously. I owe you one,” he says, patting him on the shoulder.
Eren nods silently, not wanting to speak in case he lets his true feelings slip. Jean hands him the spare keys to your apartment. “Just sneak in and set the flowers on the kitchen counter. She won’t suspect a thing.” It takes all of Eren’s willpower not to punch him in the face, so he quickly turns around to get into his car and drive off.
It’s almost midnight by the time he arrives to your apartment. Surely, you’re asleep by now, still completely unaware that your bastard boyfriend is cheating on you. Still, he shouldn’t meddle in your relationship, even though he wants what’s best for you, which is not Jean.
He unlocks the door quietly, tip-toeing into the kitchen to set the flowers down, as instructed. He notices your bedroom door is ajar, a faint streak of light coming from the inside, and the undeniable sounds of a man growling expletives like, Come for me, slut. Yeah, give it all to me.
His eyes widen, surprised that you’re still awake, even more so that you’re listening to something like this. Curiosity gets the best of him; he stealthily makes his way beside your door, peering through the tiny opening to get a glimpse of you.
You’re laid out on the bed, bare and exposed, gripping a vibrator to your pussy. The sight alone is enough to put him into a frenzy. Hearing your soft whimpers from your mouth along with the electric buzz from the toy fluttering on your clit sends him into a trance that he can’t snap out of. Before he can think logically, he’s pushing against the door, making his presence known.
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“Eren!” You sit up in bed, flinging the toy off to the side, covering yourself with your robe. “What are you doing here?”
He stands before you, a crazed look in his eyes, an obvious bulge protruding from his pants. He stutters, “I’m sorry.”
“What are you doing here?” you repeat, glaring at him.
His mouth is agape, unable to get the words out. You’re losing patience, watching him struggle to explain why he’s here, inside your home, watching you masturbate. You grab your phone, making sure to exit out of whatever filthy audio that’s still playing, fingers ready to dial your boyfriend’s number when he blurts out, “Jean is cheating on you.”
You freeze on the spot, heart sinking from having your worst fear confirmed.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, staring down at his feet. “I’m so sorry.”
There are no tears in your eyes, surprisingly. Instead, your throat is heavy with emotion as you repeat for a third time, “So, what are you doing here?”
Still avoiding your gaze, he answers, “Jean thought you were catching on to him, so he asked me to bring you flowers to throw you off.”
You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Unbelievable.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you ask, “How long have you known about it?”
“A few weeks.” He looks up at you, saying your name this time. “I’m sorry you had to find out like this.”
After a deep breath, you sigh, relaxing against the headboard. “I’m sorry you’re involved in it.” You smile at him. “And I’m sorry you had to see me…you know.” Embarrassment catches up to you, heat rushing into your cheeks, aware that you’ve just been caught touching yourself with your vibrator, which is still in plain view beside you.
He steps forward, inching closer towards the end of the bed. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Jean is a fucking asshole. You don’t deserve this.”
“What do I deserve, Eren?” You peer at him, tears welling in your eyes now, desperate for any ounce of comfort he can give to you in this moment.
He sits near you on the edge of the bed, keeping his distance. “You deserve to be loved by someone who’s always going to treat you right. Someone who’s going to love you from head to toe.”
“Someone like you?”
A gentle smile forms on his face. “Yeah. Someone like me.”
No matter how badly you want to close the distance between you, want to feel the love he says he can give to you, guilt holds you back. Sensing your hesitation, he scooches nearer. “Let me help you. Tell me what you want.”
Eren has always been sweet to you. Too sweet, in fact. You’ve always gotten the sense that he cares more for you than he lets on. And maybe it’s because you’re hurt right now, fragile, heartbroken, even a little scornful towards Jean. Whatever it is, it makes you realize you’ve been too busy with the wrong man to notice the right one has been here all along. However, two wrongs don’t make a right. Even with the confirmation of Jean’s adulterous behavior, you’re still his girlfriend until you officially end it, which will be soon.
In the meantime, you manage to come up with something you can do to take advantage of this moment.
You let go of your robe, letting it fall to your sides, displaying your nude body to him, arousal wet between your legs from earlier. He watches you carefully, cock straining against his sweatpants, breathing heavily.
“I’m not a cheater like Jean,” you mutter, spreading yourself wider, showing off your glistening cunt.
“I know you’re not,” he whispers, scooting forward, hand drifting to his lap.
Reaching for your vibrator, maintaining your gaze on him, you say, “I’m a good girl.”
He swallows hard, palming his erection through the fabric. “Fuck. You’re a good girl. Such a good girl.”
“You can look, but you can’t touch. Understand?” Your finger hovers over the button, tip pressed to your throbbing clit.
He nods erratically, licking his lips. “Yes.”
“Good,” you smirk, turning the toy on, ready to give him a show. “Tell me all the things you want to do to me.”
He shoves his boxers down, cock sprung stiff against his abdomen, the slit shiny with precum, veins bulging on his shaft. It’s the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen, better than what’s-his-face by a longshot, though you might be biased now, given the circumstances. Eren wraps his fist around it, jerking himself off while he watches you tease the tip on your swollen bud. “I want to fuck you into this mattress,” he moans. “Pound this pussy until we break the bed.”
“Yeah?” you purr, pressing the fluttering tip deeper into your clit. “What else?”
“Want to bounce you on this cock, watch you cream all over me,” he huffs, stroking himself faster. “God, this is hot. So fucking hot.”
Pleasure ripples through your body, toes curled from the sensation, so close to your climax with his soothing voice spitting his nasty fantasies at you. “I wish you could fuck me right now,” you confess, limbs quivering from ecstasy, pussy fluttering around nothing, aching to be filled.
“Me too, princess. Me too. But you’re a good girl. And good girls don’t cheat.” He readjusts himself onto the bed, kneeling in front of you, stroking his hard dick. “I can give you this cum, though. That’s not cheating, right?”
You blindly agree with him, approaching your climax. “Yeah, give it to me. Give it to me, Eren.”
He swears loudly, shooting his load onto you, spilling over your clit, dripping down your pussy. “Fuck,” he groans, marveling at how pretty you look covered in his seed.
You smile at him, relaxing against your pillows, dipping the tip of your vibrator in his mess. His mouth hangs open, eyes half lidded, watching as you stuff it inside your cunt.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers, stroking his cock again, eyes fixated on your pussy.
Do technicalities even matter anymore? All you know is that you want to be loved from head to toe by Eren Jaeger. You set aside the toy, sitting up to close the gap between you, pressing your lips to his. He hesitates before deepening the kiss, tongue slipping inside your mouth, sloppy and eager for more.
When you break apart to catch your breaths, he leans his forehead against yours, whispering, “Are you going to be a bad girl now and take this cock?”
Grinning, you nod, pulling him in for another kiss.
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chapter six — j.f. ( masterlist )
THIS IS ME TRYING.
“and my words shoot to kill when i’m mad
i have a lot of regrets about that.”
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you sat alone in your room for a while, attempting to calm yourself down. it really seemed stupid after a while, honestly. jeremiah was probably just trying to be nice, and she might find someone else to bring her anyways. it wasn’t something you had to freak out about.
jeremiah knocks on your door after almost an hour.
“come in,” you call out. you’re laying in your bed, aimlessly scrolling on your phone. jeremiah comes in and smiles at you softly, then takes a seat on the edge of your bed.
“moms are back,” he says. “storms pretty much let up now, but they’re still trying to figure out the power.”
“that’s good,” you reply. he studies your face.
“is everything okay? you…left kinda abruptly.”
you look down at your hands. “oh, uh, yeah. i just…i don’t know.”
“what is it, (y/n)?” jeremiah asks, his tone serious. you look up at him.
“are you seriously going to be belly’s escort?”
he flinches. “oh. that. yeah, i think so. i mean… she told me that apparently conrad asked to be her escort but he’s been so shitty to her lately i just figured that i would do something nice for her. why not, right?”
“yeah, sure,” you say dismissively, rolling your eyes up to the ceiling. “why not?”
“what’s the problem, (y/n)?” he asks genuinely. you sigh and shake your head.
“why is she the exception for you, jeremiah?” you ask. “why, out of everyone, is she the exception?”
he stares at you, confused. “what the hell are you talking about?”
“every single time a debutante ball has ever been brought up you’ve sworn to never be an escort in your life. why is now your one exception?”
“why does it matter?” he asks. “i care about belly. of course i’m going to do something nice for her. why are you so mad about it?”
“are you kidding?” you ask, anger suddenly rising in your chest. “do you not remember when i was going to be a debutante last year?”
“(y/n), what does that have to do with me?”
“the day we sat down at dinner and i said that i was thinking about being a debutante. you immediately sat there and scoffed, and said that debutante balls were terrible and you would never be an escort,” you shake your head. “i gave up on being a debutante after that.”
jeremiah’s voice dropped. “but, why? why did my opinion matter to you? you had so many guys who would have been your escort.”
“you were the only person i would even consider asking, jeremiah,” you blurt out, and he lifts his head in surprise.
“what?”
“i genuinely cannot believe that you don’t know this already,” you run your hand through your hair. “i wanted to be your exception, jere. i would’ve loved to be a deb if you were my escort. but you couldn’t stand the idea of being my escort, could you?”
“(y/n), if i had known…” he trails off. you shake your head.
“whatever, okay?” you say. “it doesn’t matter anymore. i’ve moved on from it.”
“you could have told me,” he says.
“you really don’t get it, do you?” you ask. “you made it such an obvious point to bring that up in that moment. you knew what you were doing, jeremiah. you didn’t think of me the same way. it’s whatever. be belly’s escort. she deserves to have someone who cares about her.”
“why do you just assume i was trying to hurt you?” he asks, his tone suddenly defensive. “why couldn’t it have been an honest mistake, that i didn’t realize you thought of me like that?”
“what do you want me to think, then? that you tried to hurt me or that you’re blind?”
“you’re being ridiculous.”
“ridiculous? really?” you scoff. “how more obvious could i have fucking been? the last three summers i have done nothing but basically throw myself at you and you just—“
“no!” he yells, suddenly standing up from your bed. “no, (y/n), you don’t get to do this! you came here this summer with a boyfriend and didn’t tell me! we got so close this past year and you never fucking told me you had a boyfriend, so i walked in to this summer stupidly thinking that now was our time for something to happen. then you drop that fucking bomb on me and expect everything to be normal? you cannot call me blind when all summer you’ve been the one pretending that everything is as it’s always been.”
“jeremiah, you’re literally not listening to me,” you reply, mirroring his frustrated tone. “everything is as it’s always been to me because you’ve always treated me like this! you’ve always acted like i was so special and then walked away from me into the nearest arms of some other guy or girl! you’ve never made your feelings clear. i’m so fucking sorry that me getting a boyfriend ruined all of your plans for us that i was never a part of.”
“you’re such a fucking hypocrite,” he groans, running his hand through his hair. “you’ve always done the same thing! neither of us have ever expressed our feelings to the other. you cannot place all of this on me!”
“whatever, jeremiah,” you say, not looking at him. “whatever makes you feel good about yourself.”
he stands there and stares at you for a moment before turning around and leaving your room, slamming the door behind him. for what felt like forever, you sat motionless, staring at the door behind him. your mind was racing. jeremiah fisher just admitted he has feelings for you. that was a conversation you had imagined in your mind for years, but this wasn’t at all how you wanted or expected it to go. part of you hated yourself for being so harsh. maybe he truly just didn’t see the signs you gave him. maybe he talked himself out of believing them, just like you had for so long. but part of you was relieved that you got those feelings out. being in love with someone brings about positive emotions, but no one talks about the genuine resentment that goes along with the pining. as your feelings grew, so did the pain. a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. but, a new, maybe even heavier one replaced it. you just had the biggest fight of your lives with your best friend. no matter what, your friendship had to come first.
as much as you do genuinely believe that, you are still beyond pissed at him. you have so many unanswered questions that you aren’t even sure how to ask him. part of you talked yourself out of even believing that he had meant that he had feelings for you, but you had to try to ignore those thoughts, or else you knew you’d make things worse.
although it was still early in the evening, shortly after he left, you put your phone down and go to sleep. you decide that being asleep was better than having to stay up and think about that conversation. the power still wasn’t on, and it continued to rain outside for a while, the dark sky being a pretty good representation of how you were feeling. as dramatic as that seemed, it really was true. you felt so shitty. that was truly the only way to describe it. shitty and pathetic.
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Reparations - Valetine's Day Oneshot
Rating: Mature || Word Count: ~600
Content Warnings: lovey dovey letter, silco not knowing words out loud, suggestive ending
Masterlist || AO3 Link
Author's note: Thank you so much to @silcoitus for beautifully writing the letter in this fic. So happy and thankful to have it for this ficlet because I don't think anyone could emulate Silco's writing better :] ❤️
no beta 🫡
Every year, Silco insists he doesn’t care for the occasion. It’s just another way for Piltie business heads to shave out some pockets. Another stupid excuse to flaunt money and wealth, to pity the Undercity’s poverty.
This is why you’re immediately suspicious of your husband as he hands you a meticulously folded piece of paper.
You look down at what you can only assume is a letter in Silco’s hand. It’s not his usual style; he tends to go for envelopes. Green wax stamps sealing each message or notice with the all-seeing Eye of Zaun. You originally suggested them to be red to match his wardrobe, but he insisted on it matching the sign over the Last Drop.
“Is this for me?” you ask, and, when Silco nods, you carefully take the paper.
“I felt the words would be more secure in that format,” Silco hums, ocean green and volcanic orange watching as you unfold the letter, being greeted by Silco’s smooth, black penmanship.
Dearest,
It has taken me many attempts thus far to write this letter but I hope this version will suffice.
I have never appreciated this day of the year. It has always been a foolish day for foolish people with extra coin to spend on a cultural scam.
Thus, you can imagine my surprise when, as this day drew nearer, I found my conscience eaten away by guilt. Guilt that I had not thought of doing anything for you.
Do not fool yourself, I still find this day utterly ridiculous at times, what with how topside celebrates; but I did seriously ponder my overall shows of affection for you.
After some thought, I landed upon a proper “gift”. I considered my work, your work, our needs.
I do not spend enough time with you, that much is plainly obvious. It has been far too long since I’ve had just one day with you. Dare I say, since before we were married.
I sincerely hope my presence for the length of this Valentine’s Day will make up for my absences, if not relieve me of the guilt of a few of them.
Always and forever yours,
Silco
“Oh, Sil,” you whisper, the letter fluttering from your hands to the floor. Looking up at Silco, you find him looking back at you, cheeks tinted the slightest shade of pink, a small smile playing at his lips–lips that you have to capture or you might go mad.
You reach for him, fingers locking into the seams, folds, and straps of his vest as you pull him into you. He doesn’t miss a beat, arms a gentle embrace around you.
His kiss, a tender wash of warm breaths and gentle hands, is returned eagerly. His mouth moves so perfectly against your own, tongues rolling once you set the bar with greedy lick to his bottom-most teeth.
Silco’s fingers grasp onto your hips with a vengeance, and yet he lets you tug him towards the door of your room, following your lead with every blind stumble.
You manage to open the door when Silco backs you up against it, fumbling for the door knob until you wiggle it open enough to fall through the threshold. Limbs tangle and teeth clash, a carnal heat spreading through every inch of your body that only Silco can abate.
You push Silco back onto the bed, his elbows propping him up. Breathless and dazed, you straddle his hips with hands pressing down his rapidly rising and falling chest.
“I suppose you’ve got a few ideas for reparations,” Silco huffs, a wicked smirk falling upon his kiss-and-bite-swollen lips.
You smirk back. “I suppose I do.”
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18+ only please! Sexual content, blood, casual mentions of death, a wee cross over with my best friends newst obsession (can you spot it)
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“If someone would have told me my next-door neighbor was going to be a corporate vampire, I would have asked to see the lease again. Instead, and much to my chagrin, I get to wake up at three in the morning to you needing a shower because a dead body is in yours. Max, buddy, I feel like we’re stretching the limits here.”
Standing there clad in a bloodied white button up — that hung open to show lines of blood running down his torso to soak into his boxer briefs — was none other than Max fucking Phillips.
(Did he have to be that attractive even covered in blood looking like he walked out of a B-rated slasher film? Come on!)
There were bloodstains on the concrete.
“I’m not sure how I’m going to clean that up.” You frown.
Max waves a hand. “You’re thinking too far ahead. We’ll be okay, but for now, your shower?”
You considered not letting him in. Really, you did. Then he turned those dark eyes of his to you and all excuses why you wouldn’t let him in disappeared.
The worst part is you know it isn’t his power.
That’s just your reaction to Max.
You’d never tell him that, though.
“Fine.” You step back. “Go clean up, you’re congealing.”
Max shot you a sharp smile, moving past you, letting his chest brush against your arm in a move that was flirty, but all it did was annoy you at the smear of blood across your shirt.
You’ve known Max for years — in all the ways that count — and nearly every day somehow, someway, he ends up getting blood (or something else) all over your clothes.
“You owe me a new wardrobe.”
He gave you a toothy grin, then disappeared into the bathroom, the water starting up moments later.
Looking at the bloody footprints leading from the doorway to the bathroom, you wondered if staking him would be worth it.
Probably not.
It’s just your luck that the same regional sales manager that has taken over your company’s numbers is the same man who has lived next to you for the better half of a decade.
Who is a vampire.
Not to reiterate the obvious.
It’s also just your luck that said Vampire Regional Manager asked you for drinks one day when you both pulled in from work and then bent you over his very expensive — ridiculously comfortable — sofa, where he proceeded to ask if he could eat you and you learned that was literal.
With a heavy sigh, you need to remind yourself that all of this is real. Now you have to call Saul to come and get whatever conquest Max got a little too bitey with and clean up the man's mess.
Should make him do your dishes when he gets out of the shower.
Ugh, no, he never dries them right.
Your eyes flash to the clock above your television and roll your eyes. Jesus,it's three twenty-six in the morning.
You'd promised yourself after the shit show that was work today you would fill this weekend with sleeping in and relaxation.
Maybe you could still make it happen.
You eyed the bloody footprints again and frowned.
Never mind.
Sending a quick message to Saul, you got up to grab the cleaning supplies, ignoring the drop in your stomach at the idea of who the blood belongs to.
Most of the time, if it's at his apartment, it's a sex worker he picked up to strung out on drugs to realize they're being eaten — once again — in the literal sense. Now and then, it'd be a hookup who begged for him to bite them without understanding the implications.
One very memorable time it was a pizza guy who went to the wrong door.
You'd gotten a free pizza out of it, but the poor kid wasn't the same afterward.
Missing fingers and all.
"What are you doing?" You jumped at his voice, ignoring the smell of his body wash (seriously, why did you have a bottle of it in your shower) and the way water trailed down his thighs.
"I'm cleaning."
"Yeah," He crouched, "I can see that. Why, though?"
That earned him an eye roll. "Unlike you, Mr. Phillips, I take great pride in keeping a clean office and a clean home."
He moved into your line of sight, reaching for your hand. His fingers curled over yours, sliding between them, touching your palm and pulling it back to bring to his mouth.
Max licked an errant drop of blood from your fingertips, and you shivered.
"Saul's guys can handle it." He tugged you towards him, the towel around his waist stretching with the spread of his knees.
"Max-"
"Shh." He tipped your chin up, dark eyes flashing, his tongue brushing over his canines with a smirk, "You had a bad day today, and I certainly didn't help."
He pulled you up, crowding you against the kitchen wall before dipping his nose to the crook of your throat. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."
You huffed, "Was it my supple flesh and blood filled veins?"
"No," Max nips at your skin, making you squeak in response, "It's how wet you get when I do this."
His mouth latched onto your neck, nipping, biting, scraping his teeth over your collar and down, down, down until he could lift your shirt and kiss the swell of your stomach.
You closed your eyes. "Max, who did you kill?"
He hummed, untying your pajama bottoms, "Insignificant." He slipped them down your thighs, lifting your legs one at a time and bending to take them off.
"It's pretty significant since you've got blood all over my — holy shit — Max!" Your hand went to his hair as his nose pressed into you. He didn't have to breathe anymore, yet somehow his mouth still left heated air over you that had your knees shaking.
"That is something for Saul to worry about." He reached for your underwear, slipping his fingers under the band with a smirk aimed up at you.
Something about the quirk of his brow and the tip of his tongue pressing against his teeth made you pause.
"Maxwell -" He paused, "If I go to your apartment right now," He kissed your thigh, up towards your heat, then back down again, "Who will I find?"
He shrugged, "Does it matter?"
A thought crossed your mind — something abrupt.
Sandra Mayers.
You saw the way she walked past your office, her nose tipped up, the sneer she'd give you anytime Max came to your desk instead of hers.
You weren't sure if Max knew how much you despised her, which would mark her off the list -
Wait.
Oh shit.
Max came down to bring you lunch, or so he said, interrupting your paperwork and putting you behind — again.
Usually you could handle it, but today was not the day for you to watch your boss — neighbor — fuck buddy? — flirt his way through the promotional department until he found his next meal/lay.
Him coming straight to your desk after chatting with Dwight didn't help matters, either.
“Max, we’ve talked about this.” He held up his hands, stepping into your office anyway.
“Woah, I’m just here to check on a friend.” Yeah, because checking is all that happens
Max ‘checking’ meant the turnover rate was going to rise again this quarter.
You sighed, running a hand over your face in exasperation, “Every time you come to ‘check’ on a friend, someone dies.”
He laughed for a beat, then leaned against your doorway and tilted his head. “That’s an exaggeration. No one died last week.”
Behind him, Sandra Mayers walked past your office, turned to look at you, and mouthed the word ‘whore’ with great enunciation.
You frowned, “Max — I can’t do this today.”
Instead of him taking the hint and leaving, he peels off his jacket, his smile slipping from his lips, “I know that tone. That tone means something happened — what happened?”
His jacket hit your desk, and you held up a hand to stop him. “I’m serious. I’ll see you after work.”
He watched you for a beat, then lifted his hand for the jacket. It hit his palm in a blink, something you’ll never fucking get used to.
“Alright, I’ll leave you be.”
You smiled at him with something warm, something that made your eyes crinkle, and the dimple in his cheeks flashed in response.
He winked, “See you later, neighbor.”
When he turned, Sandra was still there, papers in her hand. The sneer she wore changed when Max focused his attention on her. You couldn’t hear what they said, but you saw his hand move to her waist and felt your blood burn.
When Max sent you one last look over his shoulder, you nearly snapped your pen in half.
“Max.” Your tone changed, your voice dropping low.
His tongue traces you through the underwear.
“Did you kill Sandra Mayer?”
You grip his hair and tug, causing Max to groan, long, drawn out, his eyes closing and the towel tenting across his lap.
“Yes.” He panted
“You killed her for me?”
Max was heaving, an unnecessary habit. “She was a bitch to you. Noone is a bitch to you.”
How could you not let him have his fill after that?
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I always like taking anti's arguments into consideration in any fandom. But then, the antis here said that the reason why there was that voice saying "give it (the scorpion) to WYB" as seen in this video, was because, and I quote, "XY hates WYB and that's why his staff wishes to give him a scorpion". That's when I knew that it was now pointless to listen to them anymore. When people provide such ridiculous arguments to counter a particular idea, you find yourself believing in said idea even more. Anybody confident in their position as an anti would've just said "well, it seems they are still friends, and the second sentence referring to him as husband is debatable", not immediately jump on the hate train. It was funny to see some solos become really confused, though.
Thanks, Anon. You just made my day. That has to be the most hilarious thing I've heard in ages. Seriously, I truly LOLed. My God, they really don't recognize their own absurdity, do they?
At least they acknowledge that it is DD's name in that clip! 😅
Unfortunately there is no limit to how much people will pretzel their logic to try to avoid the cognitive dissonance that happens when one is faced with information that contradicts their reality/beliefs. And this isn't even the most outrageous thing I've seen from fans.
There are people who would rather believe the ridiculous and offensive idea that there are forgeries, CGI deepfakes and hired impersonators misrepresenting their idol than that they were simply wrong about what he thought and felt.
It's startling to think how far down the rabbit hole some people go for their fandom. That's why I believe it's so important to be honest with ourselves, think critically and always examine and self-reflect.
Having said all of that, I think it's extremely inadvisable to 'take anti arguments into consideration' when approaching a fandom. This growing idea in society that we must 'consider all angles' regardless of how hateful and absurd they are, is dangerous and incorrect.
Antis, by their very nature, aren't acting in good faith, nor are their ideas based in logic, fact or rational thought. They are acting out of a desire to destroy something, and they'll do so by any means necessary. Often they involve shrewdly crafted black PR messages, created with the intent to manipulate people into believing false and harmful things.
Taking hate-based perspectives into account will not bring you closer to the truth, it will only distort and mislead you.
There is no internal logic to the idea of, "I don't want to be misled or have distorted ideas, so I'm going to dig deeper into the distorted and misleading ideas of a hate group."
We've seen globally how inadvisable that approach is. We've seen how it's only led people deeper and deeper into conspiracy theories and hate groups/ideologies.
And when it comes to fandom, this is a major risk every fan takes when digging into something they love - that if they aren't careful about how they approach fandom, they can have their experience of fandom completely destroyed, and sometimes they can even become antis themselves.
I talked about that in detail, and explained some of the reasons why it's inadvisable to dig into anti stuff a while back in this post, which I urge fans to read, because I think it's an incredibly important bit of intellectual self-defense all fans could benefit from.
Avoiding hateful people's twisted ideas is not tantamount to becoming a credulous idiot who accepts all ideas - no matter how crazy - either. It's possible (and I would say, necessary) to be very intellectually rigorous about things, without digging into anti rhetoric.
Use your common sense
Learn about critical thinking and logical fallacies
Question, question, question
Discuss your doubts with people whose rationality you trust
Self-reflect and be ruthlessly honest with yourself
Take a step back when you find yourself getting in too deep
As I've said many times in the past: You do not need to know what hateful things are being said about GG and DD in order to be a 'good fan' or in order to 'truly support them'. In fact, it's better not to go there, for reasons I explained in the post I linked earlier.
Also, just as a final note, fandom should be fun. Nothing takes the joy out of fandom quite like antis. If you'd rather focus on clowning than on intellectual rigor, that's totally fine and entirely your choice. Everyone should do what is best for them (as long as it isn't harmful to you, to others, or to your idols).
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You know what, I wanna see your Rick and Morty fanarts! and who is your fav character?
OH MY GOD HOW AM I JUST NOW SEEING THIS. ANON I LOVE YOU?????
Yes!!! I will absolutely start Rick and Morty shit posting at some point in the near future as soon as I finish cleaning them up!!
For favorite character I'd have to say either Prime Rick or Evil Morty. Both for the same reasons, which is that I find their character motives ABSOLUTELY FASCINATING.
Some spoilers under the cut!
I won't get into humongous details here, but Evil Morty is written so well and I fell in love with his character (and his theme!) from the get-go. I love the way the writers made him an anti-villain instead of an outright enemy, which was such a good choice creatively because it really goes to show how detached he is from the whole Rick + Morty dynamic. He doesn't NEED to make an enemy out of C-137 Rick because he straight up does not CARE about him, or any Rick for that matter. It makes it so fun to see because every Rick out there is so convinced that everyone is out to get them, that the concept of a Morty that wants absolutely nothing to do with a Rick is so outlandish that it automatically defines him as "evil." Also the line he gives before he leaves through the rift about how any Morty who even entertains the thought of living a life without Rick would also be "evil" was such a nice touch that Evil Morty was literally just a regular Morty, and that the Evil title was given to him and not earned. Like, yes, he did a lot of fucked up shit, but the only reason he's classified as evil is literally just because he's not particularly attached to the idea of adventuring with an old ass man. It's such a fun thing to consider, especially because all of the shit he does is tame if we compare it to Rick's (absolutely humongous) list of crimes, and yet out of everyone out there HE'S the evil one.
Speaking of Rick's with huge crime records. Prime Rick! There's not much I can say about him considering he's a relatively new character, but I knew I liked him when I first saw him in Rick's memories, but even more so when he shot Jerry from Morty's original universe. It was such a huge piece of lore and I'm both mad and pleased that they shoved it at the end of the credits instead of putting it inside the episode. I mean seriously, from this tiny clip we not only find out that he WAS the real deal from inside the glass tube, but that he's also near immortal after surviving and immediately healing from a slit throat. Prime Rick is ridiculously overpowered, but he really does a great job at showing the audience that he's not stereotypically evil, as he only shoots Jerry after Jerry decides to try and kill him.
Also, every detail ever about Prime Rick and C-137 Rick having complex history makes me sweat. The whole "this message is pre-recorded" spiel that Prime Rick gives Rick after his hide out had been discovered, but Prime Rick's eyes follow Rick the entire time on the screens, and the way Prime Rick immediately asks Jerry if he saw C-137 Rick when he crash lands on their original dimension DEFINITELY implies that they knew each other previously. If it was a one and done murder deal with Prime Rick killing C-137 Diane and Beth, then why would he care so much to know EXPLICITLY that it was C-137 who had found him? Especially when Prime Rick had claimed that he had no idea who it was that discovered his hide out?
God I love this show it's so stupid it's about an old man who laughs at fart jokes and a kid who can't talk to women.
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Haha, yeah, seems like it😅🙈 Again, sorry!🙈 (Btw, I told LW this a bunch of times, but not sure if I told ever you, so if I ever DO get annoying on sth, feel free to just tell me to shut up😂🙈)
Yuup, she sucks big time... Now she even started erasing my messages to you😖😫😰😭
12k People??😶😶 What the heck, that's like just two streets...Okay, I'm exxagerating, but wow, that's really not a lot😅😅🙈 Well then it really is a miracle🙈🙈😅
Ah yes, understandably, tho the stressful exam seasons are really not fun for anyone ever😅
Ohh, if it made me able to writw like Stephen King, I wouldn't even think twice before running off to get possessed😉😁🤣
Eh, wait, what? Who's "they"? 😅🙈
HAHAHAHAHA okay, cake hole🤣 Hmm, yum, cake😋
Dunno, probably?😂 just thought it was funny you started listing curses too cause it made me think of that which then made me read your curses to the rhythm of drums😂😂🙈🤷🏻♀️
👍🏻😂
...They made him make Nia breakfast and try to be the perfect bf?🤨 Okay, yeah, that just screams of that meme with the "Can I copy your homework? Sure, just change it a bit"😅🤦🏻♀️ And well, glad about him not be in Kara's LI but disregarding his intellect seems pretty ridiculous considering it's a mjaor part of his character😅🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🙈
Hm, true, or that, tho that'd be even worse cause what the heck, the show is literally titled after Kara🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️😅
She should have just gotten to be Kara Zor-el, too, NOT just Kara Danvers, Supergirl, Superman 2.0😅🙈😖
I love the idea🤣🤣 Ohh, the others as teacher too? Sounds great!😍 Tho, Lex as headmaster? Oh god, the poor kids😅🙈 Well, Sam could also be the Economics teacher?🤔 William maybe Creative writing (Oh, or Nia could be this)?🤔🤔 The idea really sounds like fun tho!😁 I'm still laughing at bad pick-up lines🤣🤣🙈 Btw, I just realized Mon could totally quote Shakespeare's "the brightness of her eyes would shame those stars" to Kara without it being too weird in this AU🤣🤣 Oh, oh, or either could compare the two of them to the stylistic device "antithesis"🤣 Oh, oh, or or compare their feelings to Schroedinger's cat🤣🤣 (Sorry, my brain is really running off on its own the moment I think of this AU and pick-up lines😅😅)
Oh god, Cat and Max fighting over Supergirl and Valor is very amusing but also kinda horrifying 😅 But awww, that's a good solution on Kara and Mon's part🤣🤣😂😂😁
Still, sorry!🙈🙈
PS: Yeah... I suppose my answer to your question might soon change to "not breathing anymore"😅😉😂🙈
PS2: Yess, exactly that look!😍😍 It just fit him perfectly 🤷🏻♀️😂🙈 Well, he's definitely good-looking, that we can agree on😂🤷🏻♀️ Lucky both dir having found the "perfect partner at game night" who's also aesthetically pleasing in each other😉😁
You too!😊
XXX
And vice versa!
Seriously, the TUMBLR should chill the hell out :/
...two str... where the fuck do you live? And I lied a little, becasue my town yes, has 12k citizens, but I live 1.5 km away form it, where we have 10 houses and like 35 people living here xD But I have forest 50 meters away, no crowds, animals, no shops and peace and quiet (minus fucking birds screaming HELLO at freaking 5am every morning) xD
Yeah, exams suck, no arguments here.
...go away. APAGE
Priests. You know teh old dudes who are wearing dresses, pink color and laces, usually have no families and say how real men should behave.
Cakes are awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and now i want some.
...God, what am I now? A rap songs writer? D:
Yes, they fucking did and I was soooooooo ANNOYED. Like, create some original love story for your characters, without stealing the shit, ok? The same went for William who baked cake and cookies for Kara... like.... ugh, fuck you writers.
I lost whole respect for him when he used the Lena's advice for "putting feelings into boxes". Jesus Christ, they loved to lick her ass and made her corrupt every character with her bullshit
Ohh, it was not changed to Luthorgirl in the end??? *sarcasm*
Her story should have been her journey for allowing herself to be both, balancing her two identities, not throing away her heritage and become humanity's ass kisser while throwing away her alien side. The way they handled her getting back her mom and dad and then just be like BYEEEEEEE, was a blasphemy and no can change my mind.
Yes, Lex as a headmaster becasue we need dramas and villains and we can always kick him out :P the same goes for Lobotomizer. Lol, Kara woul die from laughter after hearing it.
I KNOW! It could be hilarious. Imagine Max suspiciously asking Mon-El where he was, because there was some eartquake and he couldn't have contacted him and Mon-El being a little frustrated and saying he was there, checking if someone needed help and in reality yes, he was there with Kara and being the main cause of the earthqueke, because YA KNOW, superaliens sex xDDDDD
Dooooooooooooooooooon't beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, that's life on tumblr xD
PS HUE HUE HUE
PS 2 I'm just happy they found each other and both are happy and hot, becasue this is what they deserve <3
Likewise! And I'm going to be a puddle of tears, because Rafa Nadal is playing the final on Roland Garros and no matter how it will end I will cry no matter what xD
Have a nice Sunday!
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You’re My Fantasy (18+ One Shot)
Pairing(s): Randy Orton/Fem. Reader
Summary: Reader has a birthday party to go to. Reader and her annoying ex that can’t seem to take a hint, both have this friend in common, so Randy offers to pretend to be the reader’s boyfriend for the evening.
Tags: 18+, fakelationship, praise kink, unprotected sex, sex in public, oral sex, dirty talk, daddy kink.
I hate that I was dreading this birthday party.
It was one of my closest friend’s 28th birthday and I should’ve been excited.
And I mean, I was excited!
There was just one problem.
One annoying, self-centered, and endlessly manipulative problem.
My ex-boyfriend, Terrance.
Unfortunately, Terrance shared a couple of mutual friends- mutual friends that I introduced to him- and I knew it was inevitable that we saw each other again but, I wasn’t ready.
I wanted him as far away as possible, but he didn’t seem to get that.
Every day, he’d call and beg me to come back to him, only to litter my voicemail with cruel messages because I didn’t care to respond.
And still, I told none of our friends.
I figured they’d all eventually find out what a giant asshole he was.
Anyway, in one of the many voicemails he left me, he asked me if I was going to the party and if I’d be bringing anyone.
Terrance made it clear he wasn’t wasting any time on moving on from me, which I should’ve realized was complete bullshit considering he spent every waking hour calling and messaging me.
He was bringing a date and well, despite what a douche he was, that tidbit of information still stung and injured my ego.
So naturally, I texted him and told him that I definitely would be there, and I wouldn’t come alone either.
I told him I had met the most amazing man that ticked off all my boxes and that I was happier than I ever had been with him.
And then I finally blocked his number.
Fuck.
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‘’Sooo, the only options I have are- 1. come alone after talking big shit and look like a total dumbass, 2. I can just be an awful friend and not go. Or 3. I can find someone willing to pretend to be my boyfriend. I won’t look like a total loser; I won’t be a bad friend and my douche ex will be left fuming. Everyone wins!’’ I rambled to Randy while he just stood there staring at me, his face giving nothing away as I told him about the epic predicament that I put myself in.
Finally, he let out a soft laugh while he scratched the bridge of his nose lightly, shaking his head.
‘’I know! I know I screwed up. But he just pissed me off so- ‘’ I started to babble again, only for Randy to cut me off.
‘’What time do I pick ya up?’’ he asked, looking down at my shorter form casually, but from Randy, any look automatically felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.
Yeah, okay, so I think he’s kinda hot.
...Okay, ridiculously hot.
Whatever.
It helps that I get along with him as well so, by all counts, it won’t be so bad.
‘’Seriously?!’’ I gaped at Randy, and he shrugged just as casually, now giving me a good-natured smirk.
‘’Yeah! Spending the evening with a beautiful woman on my arm? It could be worse.’’ He gave me a wink and I immediately felt a little lightheaded.
‘’I knew I could count on you, Randall! Thank you!’’ I gushed, smiling up at him before kissing his cheek warmly without thinking much of it.
‘’it’s nothing, sweetheart.’’ He murmured, bringing me in for a quick squeeze.
As I stared up at him, my cheeks warmed at the intense look in his eye coupled with the pet name that escaped his lips so easily.
Was this a good idea?...
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A little while after Randy and I arrived at the party, I spotted Terrance.
Just as he promised, he was accompanied by a gorgeous blonde that looked straight out of a Fashion Week runway and being there at that moment, I felt… nothing.
I felt nothing because this little game I was playing with Terrance ultimately had nothing to do with wanting to be with him again.
It was clear to me that I’d rather pull my own tooth out with pliers than be with him in any capacity ever again.
‘’That him?’’ Randy asked, leaning into me as I held onto his arm while we walked through the masses of people.
The party was held at a banquet hall so thankfully there were exits littered everywhere if a quick escape was needed.
I didn’t think there would be a need for that, though…
‘’Mhm,’’ I mumbled back to Randy.
Instantly, his shoulders straightened, and without even looking my stomach swooped because I knew what- or who- was coming before it happened.
‘’can I talk to you for a sec?’’ Terrance asked me right after introductions were made and it was clear who that blonde was literally hanging off his every word.
Poor girl had no idea what she was in for.
‘’about what? I have nothing to say to you.’’ I snipped back at him.
I wasn’t having his fake puppy dog eyes and his soft tone that I knew would disappear the second he didn’t get his way.
And Randy wasn’t either.
I could feel his body tense up, clearly minding the exits in the banquet hall just in case, just as I had been seconds earlier.
‘’You know exactly what. You can drop the dumb bitch act… Does he know? Huh? Does he know about your sick little Daddy kin -’’ Terrance’s tone switched to something icier in a matter of seconds and I instinctively leaned closer to randy, shutting down immediately.
‘Woah- hey,’’ Randy said, his voice rising significantly before he caught himself.
‘’I’m Randy. I’m her boyfriend… she told me you were… a little difficult. What I think she meant was that you were a raging prick who’s two seconds from getting his ass handed to him.’’ He smiled dangerously until Terrance took a step toward him.
‘’Ah ah ah. I wouldn’t do that if I were you, dude.’’ Randy warned him.
Fuck it. I was done.
I wasn’t about to have randy get himself into trouble over Terrance of all people.
‘’Randy let’s just go home. Alright? He’s not worth it. We already talked to the birthday girl; we can leave now. She’ll understand… please?’’ I looked up at him with pleading eyes as he and Terrance continued to glare at one another.
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I breathed a sigh of relief the second Randy pulled me closer to him as soon as we reached the banquet hall’s parking lot.
‘’I’m sorry about that. I just couldn’t let him talk to you like that, I mean, who the hell does he think he is?!’’ randy exclaimed while I buried my face into his broad chest as much as possible.
I sighed softly as he scratched my scalp in soft, soothing motions.
I took a slight step back, despite not wanting to, and I looked up at Randy whose eyes were still slightly cold and angry after that hostile exchange inside the hall.
‘’He’s used to getting what he wants no matter what. But that’s over now.’’ I shrugged. Now more than ever, I was 1000% sure of the decision I had made to never see him again.
‘’…I’m proud of you. It took balls to come here despite knowing that you’d see him here.’’ Randy smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back, warming at his words.
‘’I don’t think I would’ve done it if you hadn’t come with me.’’ I giggled softly, closing my eyes, and feeling my knees almost give out as he placed a soft kiss against my temple.
'‘Ah. I think you’re giving me way too much credit, babe.’’ He chuckled.
‘’Still. Thank you… And um, about the whole Da- ‘’ I bit my lip as Randy lifted his index finger and lightly placed it on my lips, shutting me up effectively.
‘’I don’t care. Everyone has their kinks. No big deal. Besides… I think it’s pretty hot.’’ Randy shrugged lazily as if he didn’t just drop a bomb on me in just 5 words.
And then our eyes locked in a meaningful gaze that left my mind swimming.
‘’Lemme thank you. For coming out with me tonight.’’ I whispered as Randy drove, though I didn’t know exactly why I was whispering.
In a matter of seconds, it seemed like the energy just shifted to something deeper.
Hotter.
Intense.
And I could see it in Randy’s eyes too as soon as he made the admission that left me slightly short of breath.
I felt a thrill of excitement as I watched the bulge in his pants grow as I laid my hand on his thigh, squeezing it enticingly.
My fingers couldn’t help but dance upwards toward the hem of his shirt, and I let out a sharp breath at the feeling of his rock-hard abs underneath my fingertips.
My hand seemed to have a mind of its own as I explored Randy’s lean torso.
‘’Uh, nah. You don’t have to do that, sweetheart- Holy shit.’’ He cursed as I gave him a soft but firm squeeze through his jeans.
‘’I spent years of my life doing shit because someone else wanted me to. I want this… unless you don’t want to?’’ for a second, I worried my bottom lip between my teeth, mindful of the way I was absentmindedly pushing my sundress-clad cleavage upwards.
I was laying it on thick and I knew it.
But I couldn’t bring myself to stop.
At a red light, Randy’s hand slid up my arm and over the straps of my sundress that were beginning to fall lower and lower, further exposing my voluptuous chest before he loosely gripped the hair at the crown of my head.
‘’Oh, I want to… Just lemme stop somewhere. Alright? I wanna bring you back home in one piece.’’ Randy said, chuckling softly before he licked his lips.
I was pleased to watch his eyes stop at my chest and I giggled softly as his cock twitched in the fabric underneath my hand.
And then I did something truly evil.
‘’Okay, Daddy…’’ I purred, giving Randy a smirk that told him I knew exactly what I was doing.
Cursing again, Randy quickly found an empty dirt road away from the busy traffic and I wasted absolutely no time in taking his cock out of his jeans and bringing the head into my mouth.
Once again, my free hand wandered his torso again, feeling every sharp intake of breath, every moan and grunt that came out of Randy’s mouth.
Randys fingers snaked into my hair again, tugging at the strands every time I swallowed deeply around his large cock.
This time, he let out a string of whispered curses, and I felt his eyes on me every single second.
‘’Aw, fuck that’s good…’’ Randy whispered hoarsely as I continued to bob my head, slowly running my tongue over every ridge and vein on his cock.
‘’Can you take more for Daddy, baby?’’ he asked through clenched teeth, smiling as I whimpered around him.
I didn’t know if I could, but dammit I would try.
‘’Fuck, that’s perfect. That’s my good girl.’’ Randy hissed as I took as much of him in my mouth as I could.
‘’Mhm!’’ I mumbled around his cock, spurred on further by his words.
Our movements were slow for now, as if we had all the time in the world and we were savoring every last second of it.
That was until I made the decision to straddle his lap and I pushed my panties to the side before I began sliding the head of Randy’s cock along my wet slit.
‘’is- is this okay, Daddy?’’ I asked through my lashes, unable to help but let my hips roll, watching the pleasure-filled strain in Randy’s features.
‘’Can I ride you, Daddy? Please?’’ I begged, and I threw my head back as Randy finally pulled down my sundress and he brought my breasts to his mouth, kissing, licking, and biting at nerve endings I didn’t even know I had there.
Gone were the soft words and the slow movements, and I arched into Randy’s touch as he squeezed and groped my body any way he wanted.
‘’Goddamit, you can do anything you want. You did so well tonight, I think you deserve a reward. don’t you, beautiful?’’ he whispered against my skin, and I nodded eagerly.
It took a couple seconds for me to get used to his girth, but once I got used to it, I was relentless.
No thoughts about Terrance or what went down earlier that night.
No thoughts about anything… except Randy and how filled up I felt.
‘’Yeah? Was I good tonight, Daddy?’’ I whispered against his lips while my hips moved.
I nearly went cross-eyed as Randy’s hands gripped my hips, guiding my hips in tight circles.
‘’The best. My beautiful, dirty girl…’’ He growled out before kissing me deeply.
I held onto him with one hand and held onto the seat with the other for more leverage, wanting him as deep as possible.
But it didn’t take long for Randy to move us to the backseat of the car where we had a little bit more room and I sighed happily as I felt him stretch me out once again.
To my surprise, Randy laid his body fully on top of mine, wrapping his arms around me and making my toes curl as he moaned into the nape of my neck, and he fucked me with deep and intense thrusts.
‘’God, that’s so fucking good… best pussy I’ve ever had, baby. Such a good fucking girl- who knew there was such a dirty little princess hiding in there. You just needed Daddy to bring her out of you, didn’t you? - Want me to come in this sweet pussy, sweetheart?’’ Randy drawled out quickly and my mouth watered at the unfiltered need in his tone.
It was as if he were drunk off of me.
The feeling was endlessly euphoric and I didn't want it to end.
I nodded in a hurry, urging Randy to look at me before I kissed him messily, meeting his tongue with mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist to bring him deeper into me.
The sounds I began letting out when he firmly pulled at my hair to expose my neck sounded so unlike me.
By now I knew that there wasn’t really a part of my body that wasn’t decorated with possessive marks and the thought only made me wetter.
It only took a couple more thrusts before we came in unison and we were left shaking in each other’s arms, trying to catch our breaths.
…And then just as quickly as things felt easy with Randy, they became just as awkward.
I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I just began to awkwardly rearrange my dress and went to open the car door.
Randy didn’t stop me.
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When we finally reached my place, I flashed Randy a grateful smile before I thanked him again for the evening.
‘’You seriously think I’m just gonna drop you off after the night you’ve had? Not a chance, babe.’’
I blinked at Randy as I watched him get out of the car to open the door for me before he asked me for my house key, and he let us into my home, but not without handing me a bottle of water first.
I let Randy undress me again and reveled in a long, hot shower where he tended to me slowly, washing off the day's events and letting them circle down the drain along with my sudsy, raspberry-scented body wash.
‘’I’ll make us some food later. You just sleep now. Alright?’’ Randy said, kissing my temple softly.
It was a small action I was beginning to enjoy a little too much, I feared.
But I didn’t let myself think about it too much just yet.
Instead, I settled against Randy’s chest, both of our bodies wrapped in my duvet while he carded his fingers through my hair, and I finally let go of the tension I had been feeling for months.
‘’I never took you for the cuddly type,’’ I said, laughing with him.
‘’Well, I’m just a bag of surprises, aren’t I?’’ he asked jokingly.
I laughed again, meeting his lips for a quick kiss.
‘’You sure are…’’
#randy orton x female reader#randy orton smut#randy orton fanfiction#wwe fic#wwe smut#18+#randy orton fanfic#wwe fanfiction#randy orton
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Jason swore loudly and had to resist the urge to throw his controller down, pissed that he kept dying cause of the game's stupid glitches (Also known as own mistakes). Still, he regained his composure, and smiled before saying
"Alright chat, we're gonna finish up this one and then we're gonna move on to another game. There should be a poll on top for what we do next"
Jason was a moderately successfully game streamer, averaging about 200 to 300 viewers a night, entirely based on his wit and skill. He knew for sure that they weren't coming for his looks, given his weedy, thin frame, overly pimpled face and large, nerdy glasses. Still, it was enough for him, and he was happy with the progress that he'd made.
As Jason got himself set up for the next game, he heard a shocking sound from above him. The victory theme from one of his favorite JRPGs was blaring through the speakers, and he came up, staring at the screen in shock. He knew what that sound meant. That meant someone had tipped him one thousand dollars, completely out of nowhere.
He looked in shock at the notification on the stream, seeing that it was from someone named JockBro69, with the simple message "Can't wait to get to know you better, cutie~"
Jason was completely stunned. Not only had someone actually redeemed the donation goal that he set as a joke (That being that whoever was stupid enough to tip 1000 dollars got to have a 15 minute private chat with him), it was also someone that he'd never seen in his chat before.
Thoroughly weirded out, but knowing that he had to honor his commitment, he sent the guy a quick private message.
"Dude, I don't know how to thank you enough! Guess I'll see ya pretty soon!"
With that, he sent the man his private zoom link, and said goodbye to the chat, who were still going wild over this turn of events, before pausing,the stream and hopping over to discord for the call.
Not two seconds after his stream stopped, he got a requested video call on discord from the guy, and he opened it up, giving a second for the video to load, but when it did, he was completely dumbfounded again. He was expecting the mysterious donator to be some fat, sweaty silicon valley nerd with too much and money on his hands, but instead what met him was possibly the hottest man he's ever seen, standing up and looking down at his webcam with a friendly expression.
"Fuck, bro! Its so good to finally fucking meet you, I've been such a big fan for a long time, and this is a really big deal for me~
The man had a deep, rumbling, pleasant voice, that shot straight down Jacob's spine and left him feeling strangely... inadequate. Like the fact that his voice wasn't as smooth or melodic as this guy's was his fault, and he should be ashamed of that fact. Still, this guy was pretty pleasant to look at, Jason had to admit. He wasn't gay, definitely not, but he could acknowledge when another guy simply looked good.
Jason scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not entirely sure of what he should do or say. Still, this guy spent 1000 dollars on this meeting, so he had to try anyway.
"So, umm.... I see your username is jockbro69... What's your actual name thought? I don't think I've ever seen you in chat before..."
The other man actually laughed at this, before looking confused and saying
"What are you talking about bro? Its me, Ethan! I'm in your chat all the time! Man, I guess what they say about playing games so much is true, huh?"
At this statement, Jason actually went pale with shock. THIS was Ethan? This was the guy who's username used to be runningLink? Who was an active fan of the zelda series, constantly begged Jason to play them, and bemoaned the fact that no would date him? It just didn't seem right...
Still, Jason, ever the semi professional, continued on, pretending that he wasn't shocked at the news.
"Well, thanks for supporting me so much! Seriously, this means a lot to me... Ummm... so I guess tell me some of your favorite things about the channel then!"
The man laughed again, the sound coming out in a slow, dumb chuckle, before saying
"What's my favorite thing? Do I even have to say, bro? Its the amazing piece of eye candy I'm looking at right now. You're super hot, bro~"
At this, Jason was shocked, but he chuckled awkwardly while blushing, and said
"Really? I don't think I've ever heard a single person say that before. I guess I consider myself slightly below average..."
The guy looked confused at that, before pressing on
"Really, bro? You look super hot to me, you got those bright, blinding blue eyes that you can just get lost in~"
At this point, Jason knew the man was just messing with him. His eyes have always, and will always be a dark, muddy brown, hidden behind his massive frames. Jason was about to respond, when Ethan continued
"Yeah, and you got that super stylish haircut too, really makes you look super masculine~"
Now Jason was REALLY confused. The guy was right, he did always get complements on his eyes, the bright, shocking blue visible and striking even through his huge glasses. But his hair was always a long, unkempt greasy mess.
"Ethan, are you sure you're okay, you're not just seeing things? Cause I don't know what you're talking about"
Ethan ignored the comment, just continuing to press on
"And you've got that hot, manly face, with your strong jaw and amazing profile"
Jason was confused again. Sure, his stylish haircut did help him look much better, but his face had always been pretty androgynous, with hints of baby fat still present in his cheeks. Again, before he could interrupt, Ethan continued,
"And you've got that smooth smooth skin, that hot stubble, that sexy smirk of yours. You're the full package bro~"
Jason laughed at this. Ethan was clearly being way too complementary. Sure his face had a great shape to it, with strong cheekbones and a square jaw, but his skin was still acne marked as hell, his smile was crooked and awkward, and he'd never been able to grow any facial hair, no matter how much he tried.
"I really have no idea what you're talking about Ethan. Sure I've got some good features, but the overall package isn't much to write home about~"
Ethan smirked again, his eyes lighting up with humor, as if he knew something I didn't.
"Nah, bro, you're underselling yourself. Plus, you've got that body~"
"What about my body? I think its pretty average, though I guess I'm a bit on the skinny side..."
Jason looked down at himself, trying to contemplate what Ethan meant. Sure, he'd been blessed with an attractive, manly face, but it didn't change the fact that his body was still below average at best.
"Again, bro! Putting yourself down. You really think those massive logs you have for arms are below average?"
Jason looked down at his skinny arms, and said
"More like logs than twigs man, seriously."
"And what about your legs? You've spent so long working on em, you've got thighs and glutes to kill for~"
Jason laughed again
"I dunno man! Most people say the exact opposite. They say I spend too much time on arms and not enough on my torso and legs. What can I say though? I love having big, beefy arms."
"Of course you do, bro? Who wouldn't? Especially when right in between em, you got your big, pillowy chest, your sexy abs, and your super toned back~"
Jason was seriously starting to wonder if Ethan was on something. Anyone could clearly see from first glance that Jason's body was badly proportioned, his arms and legs being massive from months to years of work, while he neglected his back, pecs and ab muscles. Still, he thought he looked pretty alright honestly.
"And I especially love how you're not only super sexy, you know it and flaunt it~ I don't think I've ever seen you once wear a shirt. The most you'll wear is a necklace, and even then, not like that covers anything, bro~ Only makes you look sexier"
Now here Jason had to disagree. He knew that he had cultivated and developed an amazing body over his years of going to the gym, but that was all for his own personal satisfaction. He never flaunted it unnecessarily, especially not during a stream.
"And I love the fact that you're such a fucking bro, bro. Every other word out of your mouth is bro and dude, you can't go even five minutes without flexing and thinking of fucking, or going to the gym, or hanging out with your other hot bros. We all know that your brain is basically only good for working out and looking hot. No smart's up there. And you've got your deep, sexy voice, too. Makes it even hotter that you're a gay bro, just like me"
Jason HAD to laugh at that. What the guy was saying was just so ridiculous.
"What the hell are you talking about? Look, I know that I like to show off my sexy body a lot, but that doesn't mean I'm some kind of dumb jock. And I'm definitely straight, dude. Don't know why you'd think I'm gay"
Ethan pressed on, completely unabashed by Jason's last comments.
"But you know the best fucking part, bro? Its that power of yours. The fact that any weak ass nerd who looks at you and your huge fucking muscles grows into a hot, dumb bro like us within seconds~"
Jason was busy flexing, staring at his own bicep in awe, as if he was shocked by him impressive he was. He looked up at Ethan blearily, saying
"Sorry, bro, what'd you say? I guess I got a bit fucking distracted. Huhuhu. But who could blame me~"
"Nah, it was nothing bro. You don't need to worry about it. Now should head back to the stream?"
Jason gasped in excitement, having forgotten entirely about the fact that there was a whole stream audience full of lame ass nerds, just ready for him to make as sexy as he and Ethan were.
"You got it bro~ This is gonna be so fucking hot~"
Jason left the call, going back to the stream and restarting, glad to see that a full 300 people were still watching, even through the extended break. The second he turned his camera on, he could see that people were confused for some reason, saying a stranger broke into his house. How stupid could these people be? How did they not recognize him? Still, not like it would matter for long...
"Hey bros! How're we all fucking doing? Welcomes to today's stream..."
He trailed off, looking blankly at the camera, before saying
"You know what? Fuck video games! Who needs them when you can do this~"
And as his pecs bounced and bounced hypnotically, the chat slowly transitioned from messages like "What the fuck is happening?" or "Who is this dumb jock?" to "Fuck, bro! Your pecs look so fucking hot today!" and "Huhuhu, I love making my pecs bounce like Jace's~"
And so the stream continued, Jace showing everyone all the amazing things his body could do, while anyone that was watching, whether they wanted to or not, began to copy him exactly. And as the stream went on, the viewer count rose, and rose, and rose...
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November Baby - Ushijima x Reader
Summary: Wakatoshi offers you a little more than just chocolate and flowers on Valentine’s Day. (~2.7k words)
Warnings: breeding kink, pregnancy talk, cisfem!reader, nsfw
A/N: Breeding kink and big one-track minded boy just go hand in hand. This is for @prettysetterbaby’s Valentine’s Day collab!
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Wakatoshi never told you directly that he wanted children, but he signaled so in every possible way.
It was initially subtle - of course, he’d always loved your hips, but his eyes and hands started to rest on them more often, and soon your belly became his favorite place to plant soft kisses, and his fingers started to favor the dip in your waist and the smoothness of your hips.
In the evenings when you washed up for the night, his eyes seemed to hone in on your facial features more than usual, and while he stood beside you at the bathroom sink to get ready of his own accord as you brushed your teeth and swiped toner on your face and neck, you could see him perform a sort of math in his head, adding and subtracting from the elements that comprised the two of you.
You took note of all these behaviors, but you declined to pick his brain because your Toshi was always direct, and you knew that if he was quiet now, it was only because he was still coming up with the proper words to express what he was feeling.
But he let you know all right, in the middle of a crowded department store in the heart of Warsaw that looked like it had been ransacked by Cupid’s battalion many times over.
“Is Poland just really into Valentines’ Day or is it this store?” You joked, as you followed your husband leisurely pushing a shopping cart you’d overloaded with essentially useless trinkets and decorative items. You’d moved into your new home just a couple of weeks ago, and still were engrossed with the task of filling the empty spaces between comfy furniture and elegant fixtures.
You were now trekking through the realm of cribs and diapers and couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the frankly quite excessive marketing. Red and pink hearts were everywhere, as were flowers, huge balloons, chubby angels and red crossbows, you name it.
“Oh my God, even the baby section is Valentine’s Day themed??? No wonder everyone I know is born in November!”
You were busy laughing at your own joke, but instead, he looked at you with the slightest bit of caution in his hazel eyes, leaning over the cart as it rolled to a stop and gripping the handles carefully.
“Let’s have a November baby, too,” he said, abruptly enough to stun you for a split second.
Your eyes grew slightly wide, your face growing hot at his clear and concise statement, and you quickly looked around to see if anyone else had picked up his distinct baritone. You knew in your heart of hearts he was completely serious, and flustered, you bumped him slightly on the hip.
“Why would you say it right now?” You hissed.
“Does it matter where I say it?” He asked, with a slight raise of his eyebrows. You pouted, fingers tightening on the handles of the shopping cart as well. His eyes were still on you, again, gauging your reaction, worried if he was too forward and if he had somehow made you upset with his suggestion.
“Only if you want to of course, my love,” he reassured again, his hand now covering yours. His smile was understanding, even if there was a hint of lingering hope.
The warmth was fading from your face, your heartbeat that had sped up due to embarrassment now settling with the stroke of his thumb over the back of your hand.
It didn’t take you long to think because the thought had already crossed your mind. Being heavy with his child, then eventually coming to this very store with a small little one that looked like the two of you…
It was a delightful thought, actually.
“Wine and dine me first,” you teased, kissing him quickly on the nose, “and then we can consider having a Valentine’s Day baby.”
He grinned, the slightest bit of mischief in his glance.
“I’ll have you pregnant by the end of the night.”
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Dumping your pill pack into the trash was a surprisingly simple ordeal and you were very thankful it was mainly used for birth control over anything else. But out of an abundance of caution, you’d decided to shoot a message to your primary care doctor earlier that morning anyway and gotten the green light to start immediately, which was reassuring if not embarrassing. While you knew she didn’t take it this way, part of you felt like you’d essentially disrupted her life to say by the way, my husband’s gonna fuck me into oblivion until i pee positive on a stick, any objections?
Ushijima seemed to be taking this ordeal very seriously as he was prone to do, his diet even more regimented than usual despite being off-season and adding an extra ten minutes to his morning jog, a protein-heavy green smoothie in hand. While that was cute, what wasn’t cute was the fact that he hadn’t touched you in the past week.
When you rolled over to him in the middle of the night, slipping your hand down his boxers to try to get him to give you what he wanted, he responded with a kiss on the lips before gently removing your hand off of him and intertwining his fingers with that hand instead.
“If I’m going to breed you, it’s gonna be special,” he murmured almost directly into your ear, a tinge of slumber in his voice making his voice even more seductive.
Breed? The thought itself had your heart racing but not as much when he added,
“I’m saving up to fill you with the biggest load possible, sweetheart.”
With that, he patted you on the head before whispering for you to go to sleep and anchoring an arm around your midsection to snuggle with you, but the thought of what he would do to you had you wide, wide awake.
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The fact that you were so focused on the main event made it easier for Ushijima to surprise you with the rest of the activities he had planned for Valentine’s Day.
It wasn’t the first since you’d been married, but he’d absolutely put even greater efforts into this one, starting with waking you up (after letting you sleep almost into noon) to an oversized box of chocolates and bouquet of roses and a handmade card with a haiku written in his neat script. If that weren’t enough, he’d brought you brunch to enjoy together, cozied up in bed, and topped off morning kisses with the revelation of a tennis bracelet to go with your engagement ring.
“Toshi, it’s perfect…,” you all but blubbered out, ready to burst into tears. He treated you so well.
“Not as perfect as you,” he said with a smile, welcoming you to bury yourself in his chest.
Dinner warranted more of an effort from you, and so you dressed up in your finest attire for the upscale restaurant, armed with the complete awareness that your husband planned to rip every inch of fabric off of you tonight. It didn’t help that while your meal was pleasant, you could see Ushijima grow impatient with time, adjusting and readjusting the sleeves of his blazer as night approached.
When you finally returned to the front door of your home, you were stuffed but not to bursting, and that very little bit of space left in your belly seemed to fill with new butterflies, especially with Ushijima’s hand resting at the small of your back as he opened the door.
Why were you so nervous? You’d had sex before, many times over, but something about today felt… different? Maybe it was the looming idea of purpose, and Ushijima knew purpose very well.
When the door clicked shut, he wasn’t on you immediately as you expected, but he was still ready, as were you. He leaned down to plant yet another kiss on your lips that seemed to whisk the nervousness away - again he was your Toshi, and you were his, and you were going to create life.
“Baby?” He asked, tentatively.
“Baby,” you agreed, wrapping your arms around his neck to start another kiss anew. He carried you effortlessly, keeping his lips pressed to yours as he pulled off your high heels and tossed them haphazardly, leading you back into the bedroom where a smattering of rose petals along the shag carpet and in the center of the bed greeted you, along with a lightly diffused essential oil blend with heavy notes of ylang-ylang and cedarwood.
Laying you carefully on your back, his eyes shifted from soft to focused, practically to match the level of intensity you saw when he was on the court, and your pulse started to pick up again. While he didn’t exactly tear the clothes off of you as you had anticipated, your dress was pulled over your body quite hastily to reveal all of you. Inches of skin to mark, a beautiful body to fill.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured again, leaning into your neck for soft bites and kisses. He was still mostly fully clothed, and you could feel his swollen length press against your pubis, thick and heavy.
He let out a sigh, and climbed off the bed to undress.
“Don’t move,” he ordered as he pulled off tie, shirt, pants, in that order, and you couldn’t tell if you were more distracted by the sculpted muscles of his shoulders, arms, chest and abs, flexing and relaxing with every minute movement or the swell of his fat cock at attention, anxious to bury itself inside you.
You gulped. You knew this was a ridiculous thought, but for a moment, you wondered if it was somehow bigger today?
Before you even realized what you were saying, you were already pleading, “Toshi… please be gentle…”
Ushijima smirked at your wide-eyed look, then shifted back to taking in your splayed out body with his eyes, as though mapping out his strategy while he idly fisted his length.
“Of course, love. I would never dream of hurting the mother of my kids.”
Yet, he was absolutely going to have his way with you.
It didn’t take him long to make a decision on how to attack, anyway, because he quickly resumed position hovering over you, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of anticipating, open lips, slightly knit eyebrows over a curious gaze. His lower half pressed against you closely enough that again, you could feel the entirety of his warm, girthy length pressing against the bottom of your quickly wetting cunt to your abdomen.
The sheer span of his cock reminded you that he was basically designed to do this.
The fact that he started moving first, rubbing his length across your belly as if trying out the course before he dove in also reminded you how much your body craved him always.
His fingers entered you hastily, and he reveled in the way your cunt already made the lewdest of noises, soft audible squishes with every pump of his fingers as he prepped you.
“So eager… so sloppy, waiting to receive all of my cum, aren’t you?” He teased, withdrawing his fingers to show you some of your slick. “You’re receptive,” he added, pulling his two fingers apart to show you the stringiness of your arousal.
“I-I want this too, you know,” your face growing hot from the tease, hotter still when he sucked your wetness right off his fingers.
“What do you want?” He said, raising an eyebrow, still moving painfully slowly on top of you, but angling his body so that he was just running the entire base of his cock against your wet slit, killing you with every second he wasn’t immediately filling you up.
“Your babies, Toshi...”
That made him smile, and you earned the slight entry of his cockhead into you, forcing a slight moan out of your throat. The stretch was intense, as always, but the fact that he slowed had you squirming for more, as fast as possible.
“T-Toshi… please, more,” you moaned as you raised your legs to slide down further on his cock, and he held them, pressing both firmly along his side.
“How much cum can you take in this little body of yours?” he asked, pressing right at your umbilicus with one hand, as he pushed in a mere additional inch.
You let out something between a moan and a scream from the overwhelming sensation of being stretched with so many inches to spare.
“Just fill me!!! Please, just put everything inside me,” you whined.
“As you wish, darling.”
His arms hoisted your legs above his shoulders and he did you the service of thrusting all remaining inches inside you, forcing tears from your eyes from the too full sensation, kissing your ankles beside his head as he gave you time to breathe and adjust. Once you’d settled from the sound of your whimpers slowing, he reached for the headboard behind you before he started his onslaught.
Thrust after thrust after savage thrust, you could hear his groans deepen as he plowed the grounds for his seed, his hands tightening firmly against the wood of your headboard as it creaked for mercy.
He felt so good, so perfect, so fitting, stretching you out like this to make room for his kin.
Your fingers etched desire into his back, as you choked up a demand for more sensation, more him, more closeness..
“More, daddy!”
“Daddy is quite correct,” he mused, his hands moving from the headboard to quiet instead the jostle of your breasts, palming them gently.
They were so pretty to him, he couldn’t wait to see them swell.
He leaned down again to swallow your moans in a kiss, then opted to flip you above him instead, before he continued to snap his hips, bouncing you into the air.
“T-Toshi, you’re ah- too fast!” You shrieked, barely able to stand upright, the ride too rocky and intense for you. Palming his abdomen to walk your way up despite your movement, he brought you back down flush against his chest again, holding you tightly.
“Let me do the work,” he whispered, kissing you, making your head swim to distract from the fact that he really was rearranging your guts. “I’ll do at least this much, since you’ll be carrying our child.”
And to that promise, you came almost instantly, an impulse of shock traveling from your slippery cunt up that you could almost feel in the tips of your fingers that made your body clench, your toes curl and the sound that came out of your throat less dainty and more primal, coming from so far deep inside you, even you were afraid.
As if on cue, his fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, holding you steady as he pounded into you even further, faster, pushing past fluttering walls and soundless cries coming from your lips, until he finally came with a shudder, spurting thick, hot gobs of liquid that you could feel hitting your cervix.
And it kept coming; he held you tighter, so desperately you thought you might break under his touch, burying his face in your chest - you could feel yourself still clenching around him, so greedy, trying to milk him for even more than the generous amount he was giving you.
It would be a miracle if you weren’t pregnant.
When it finally stopped, he left an arm around your back pressing you close to him, letting out a soft, pleased sigh with lowered eyelids. You stayed against him for longer, cockwarming him, your hands languidly coming to rest on both sides of his face.
Your darling Wakatoshi…
He stayed hard inside you, slowly giving you just one more stroke to atone for the small amount of semen that was already threatening to leak out around him, then laid you on your back.
“You’re doing so well already…” he encouraged, scooping up drops of him spilling out of you. “Keep it all in,” he said breathily, a warm palm pressing on your opening.
“I will, baby,” you nodded, and he gave you another peck on the lips, then moved to one of your mounds to take a pert nipple in his mouth and suck softly.
His hand lingered on your hot cunt, warm and dripping; he instead focused on stimulating your nipples with the other hand and his lips, forcing another orgasm out of you with time and dedication.
He’d obviously read somewhere orgasms themselves made pregnancy more likely. Always so thorough.
“You... f-feel so good,” you mewled, your back arching with pleasure as he used a thumb to stimulate your clit gently as he kept his semen inside you.
He smiled, stroking his already re-hardening cock in his hand, preparing for the next round.
“Anything for my Valentine.”
With that was implied, the love of his life, and the mother of his kids.
#ushijima x reader#ushijima#ushijima wakatoshi x reader#ushijima wakatoshi#not sfw#ushijima smut#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x reader#mae.writing#fic: november baby
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everything you’re missing (c.t.h)
a/n: hi everybody, i’m back with another post. this is my first calum piece and i’m so excited to finally get it up. this is once again unedited, i’m way too tired rn. it’s also the second smut i’ve posted so that’s pretty exciting as well. yeah i don’t really have much to say right now because i’m literally exhausted, my classes are really kicking my ass. anyway i hope you all enjoy this bff!calum piece. feedback and comments are always appreciated. hope you all are doing well and are being safe. thank you - emmy <33
pairing: bff!calum hood x fem!reader
summary: a drunken text meant for your ex shows up on calum’s phone and leaves him questioning everything he’s missing out on with his best friend.
warning(s): talk of a previous bad relationship, y/n’s ex body shamed her, mentions of alcohol, insecurity, smut, cursing
word count: 4.7k
You’ve decided that 3 glasses of wine is your happy medium, but even a sip into the 4th and there’s no telling what you’ll do.
So, naturally you were finishing up your 5th glass on Friday night while angrily scrolling through your exes instagram when you got what seemed to be an incredible idea. It was simply too tempting not to, your mind was feeling hazy which made your confidence skyrocket, and you truly did just look good.
A day of pampering had left you in a black floor length silk robe with nothing but your favorite deep cherry red lingerie set underneath. Your face was bare and glowing after a refreshing and illuminating face mask, and your lips were left glossy and plump from a new scrub.
You had posed in front of the floor length mirror in your living room, giggling between snaps until you had taken the perfect shot. It was classy but provocative, the dressing gown slipping from your shoulders exposing the lace of your bra and a tasteful amount of cleavage. You had also left the bottom open, allowing a clear shot of your thighs and the curve of your ass from where you sat on your knees.
With a mischievous glint in your eyes you selected the picture into a message, typing a cheeky, “take a good look at everything you’re missing” and sending it off to your ex (or so you thought).
But you really couldn’t be blamed for your mistake, Cam and Cal were far too similar for your drunk brain to decipher the difference. You also couldn’t be blamed for the fact that you dozed off on the couch immediately after sending it, before you even had a chance to recognize your humiliating mistake.
You were awoken by the ringing of your phone at around 9:00 am, way too early for your liking. Before even registering who it was, you brought the phone to your ear and groaned a sleepy, “hello,”
“At your door.” a voice you recognized as your best friend responded.
“M’coming” you said, scooting off the couch. On your way to the door you registered that you were still scantily covered, the robe falling off of you as you walked. You clutched it around you as you swung the door open to a wide eyed, Calum Hood.
“G’morning.” he smirked, looking you up and down.
“Shh” you hushed, pulling him in by the arm. “Why in the world are you here so early?”
He lightly laughed while taking a seat at the kitchen table, eyes following you while you moped over to the fridge and pulled out two water bottles.
“Well,” he sighed as you handed him one. “I got a very interesting text last night and I figured I just had to come over and see, y’know everything I was missing.” he spoke in a teasing tone as he gestured a hand down your body.
You tugged your eyebrows together in confusion. There was something familiar about what he was saying, but not familiar enough for you to put the pieces together.
“What are you talking about?” you questioned bringing the water bottle to your lips.
Calum shrugged his shoulders, a smirk still glued to his face as he took out his phone and began looking for something. After a few seconds he extended his arm to hand you his phone. You accepted it and glanced down absentmindedly as your body slumped against the counter.
The second your eyes hit the screen it all came back to you, your mouth fell open and you straightened out, suddenly very awake, not to mention very mortified.
Calum on the other hand was buzzing. Actually, he had been ever since his phone dinged last night awakening him from his sleep. Well, buzzing and extremely, extremely sexually frustrated.
When he first opened your message and saw the picture that would now be making a regular appearance in his wet dreams, he had nearly choked on his own breath. He knew that it was most likely a drunken mistake, and while that slightly saddened him it didn’t stop his dick from plumping up at the sight, straining uncomfortably against his boxers. He seriously debated wanking to the tempting image but decided against it, thinking it would be a gross violation of your privacy since it wasn’t even meant for him. Oh how he wished it was. Unfortunately that meant he had been sporting an exceptionally sensitive halfie since then.
“Oh my god.” you groaned, sitting the phone down on the counter and covering your eyes in humiliation. “Cal I’m soooo sorry, I was drunk, and overly confident, and I meant to send this to Cam and now I’m just, I’m sorry.” you reiterated.
‘Hey, don’t apologize on my account.” he countered. “Plus, you should be thrilled you sent it to me and not that asshole, doesn’t deserve ya.”
“I know, you’re right. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m mortified though. S’bit ridiculous, get a little alcohol in my system and I have a god complex all of a sudden” you rambled, running your hands through your hair nervously.
Calum stood and pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head.
“You think too much, y’know that?” he quipped.
You turned your head, pressing a cheek against his sweater clad chest and mumbled, “Yea I’ve been known for that.”
Calum softly chuckled at your words before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head and pulling apart.
“S’really no big deal, y/n.” a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Besides I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”
“Calum!” you scolded, swatting a hand at his arm.
He dodged your hit just in time and held his hands up in surrender before taking his seat again.
“Why'd you let that dick bother you anyway? Y’know you’re way out of his league.”
Your jaw clenched at the question, your mind wandering to every time you had come to Calum crying after your ex had done something to hurt you. Everytime he commented on your “stomach pudge” as he liked to call it, when you wore a tight dress to go out. Or when he would ask if you were really “that” hungry, even if you hadn’t eaten much at all. And each time you would feel absolutely wretched and end up sobbing in Calum’s arms, but refusing to tell him why you were so, so sad.
“He texted me the other day y’know?” you muttered under your breath, while fiddling with the coffee machine.
“Really? What’d he say?” Calum responded, watching your back with narrowed eyes.
“Uh, he saw me the other night, when we were at that bar with the guys.” you said, shaky fingers pulling out a mug.
“And?” he spoke flatly.
“It’s stupid really,” you sniffled, willing your voice not to break. “He said I put on a few pounds, that he was glad he got out when he did.” your bottom lip traitorously jutted out as you turned to face him.
“Fucking dick.” he hissed.
Calum wasn’t necessarily proud of the violent images that flashed through his mind at the thought of that asshole finding yet another way to hurt you but, the sad little quiver of your lip allowed him to reason without a doubt that they were fair.
Before you could even blink he was holding you again, arms impossibly tight around you. .
“He’s wrong, y/n. Fuck, I don’t know how to even...he’s just so wrong.” he said softly, his hand rubbing your back reassuringly.
“I know.” you whimpered, holding tears back.
He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, arms still firm around your waist.
“No you don’t. It’s...It really fucking pisses me off that he makes you feel like this. It’s like-fuck you’re just like-” he moved his hands to cup your cheeks. “You really are gorgeous.”
Your heart fluttered at his words, and your whole body felt warm as you stared at his big brown eyes. His words felt sincere, everything about him felt so sincere.
“Thank you, Cal.”
He pulled you back into his chest, “Really wish I could just, like hug away all his bullshit.”
“M’used to it.” you mumbled.
“You don’t deserve any of it.”
“Yea, well what can you do.” you sighed, moving out of his embrace.
Calum’s eyes were still glued to you as you stirred a spoonful of sugar in your coffee.
“I hope you don’t let anything he says get to you.”
You let out a breath of exhaustion.
Confidence wasn’t something that you used to struggle with. I mean sure, there were spouts of insecurity here and there but you knew your worth, and you considered yourself pretty, hot even. That had all changed a few months into your latest relationship. First it was the backhanded compliments which quickly turned into passive comments, and then outright cruel insults. People really underestimate the toll their words take on others, especially when the person that’s making you feel so ugly and worthless, is one that you adore and who’s supposed to adore you right back, no matter what.
“I try but, he can’t just be making it all up.” you were ashamed. When did you become the girl that lets a guy affect how she sees herself? That just wasn’t you.
“He is. He’s insecure and a douche. He was probably trying to destroy your confidence to the point that you felt like you couldn’t leave him.” Calum assured. “But you’re way too strong for him, dumped his sorry ass anyway.”
You smiled gratefully at his words, taking a seat next to him.
“Yea, so strong I tried to send him half naked pictures for reassurance.”
Calum shook his head, “I wish you could see how hot you are.”
Your eyes widened at the compliment, your head dropping to avoid his stare as blood rushed to your cheeks.
“I’d be happy to reassure you whenever you want.” he continued, bumping his knee against yours under the table.
“Doesn’t count.” you dismissed, before sipping your coffee. “You're my best friend, you’re obligated to tell me I’m pretty.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.” he muttered back quietly, his expression dropping slightly. He hated when you deflected his compliments. All he ever wanted to do was make you feel good, and you made it very difficult for him when you blocked every swing he took at the wall of insecurity that Cam had built around you. He would kill Cam if he could.
You let out an apologetic sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.
“M’sorry, you’re right. I love you for that, the only thing keeping me sane.”
Your heart squeezed as he hugged you back.
Calum was perfect, he was sweet, and funny, and quite literally your favorite person on earth. Not to mention you had been hopelessly in love with him since practically the beginning of your friendship. But as his best friend you had heard over and over just how uninterested he was in a relationship. Everytime you would ask about his love life he would just respond,
“I’m just not the boyfriend type, m’not cut out for it.” shrugging nonchalantly.
Which you thought was laughable because anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend, in fact sometimes you would let yourself pretend he was yours.
Like,in a busy club with his hands on your hips, guiding you through the crowds. So close behind, you could feel each exhale on the back of your neck, as his eyes darted around the room to ensure there weren’t any potential threats to your safety, in the form of drunk overzealous flirts. Or after a night out when he got cuddly and clingy, and would find his way from the couch into your bed. You’d wake up with his cheek pressed against your chest and his arms snaked around your torso as he released soft breaths that caused goosebumps to rise on your exposed skin. You’d let yourself imagine that you had this every morning and that he would wake up any minute to smother your face in kisses and tell you he loved you. And of course, here he was again this morning being so thoughtful and kind and everything you wanted in a boyfriend. And here you were again swimming in his praises and physically having to restrain yourself from kissing him.
Begrudgingly, you pulled away and stood up.
“Gonna get changed.” you spoke.
“I’m making us breakfast.” Calum called as you walked away. You hummed in response and slipped into your room.
Once in the privacy of your own room you quickly pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie before scurrying to the bathroom sink and splashing cold water on your face in hopes of ridding yourself of any romantic thoughts towards your best friend.
Although you weren’t aware, Calum was doing the very same thing just a few feet away. Internally reminding himself repeatedly that it was never gonna happen with you. He wasn’t good enough to be anyone’s boyfriend, let alone yours. You didn’t want him that way and he could almost trick himself into believing that he was okay with that.
You hastily finished brushing your teeth before returning to the kitchen. You were greeted with the sight of Calum’s back, he stood over the toaster cutting an avocado and humming a song you didn’t recognize quietly to himself. He looked over his shoulder as your footsteps approached.
“Hungry?” he questioned.
“You have no idea.” you affirmed, as he fixed a plate for you both.
“Good. I was thinking we could watch something while we eat,”
“Fine with me.” you responded, hoping he wouldn’t notice the distraction laced in your voice. Your focus had easily been stolen from the conversation to how easy it was to see his back muscles flex through the thin material of his jumper.
But of course he did, it was Calum after all.
“Y’alright?” he said, handing you a plate.
“Uh, yep.” you rushed out.
“Not still thinking about Cam, are you?”
“No, not at all.” you answered honestly, walking to the couch, Calum trailing closely behind you.
“Then what’s got you all flustered?”
“You” you thought, taking a seat in the furthest corner.
“I’m not flustered.”
“Bullshit” he countered, sitting practically on top of you.
You let out a huff, and motioned to the other completely empty side of the couch.
“Is there a reason we aren’t practicing personal space right now?”
He laughed softly at your question and nuzzled closer into your side.
“Yea, you’re all pouty, looks like you need a cuddle.”
“I’m really fine Cal.” you shoved him lightly but saw no results, he just scooched in even closer and bit into his toast.
The two of you sat in silence while some newly released action movie played on your TV. Calum’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders keeping you tight to his side, and although you could’ve sworn that you had been in this exact same position hundreds of times, you felt as if this were the very first time. Every single one of your nerves were on fire and the warmth that had flooded your body was making you antsy.
Feeling overwhelmed by your senses, you allowed your eyes to flutter close with a deep inhale.
“You okay?” Calum whispered, dipping his head down slightly to reach your ear.
You opened your mouth to respond but didn’t trust your voice to protrude through your shaky exhales, settling for a subdued nod instead.
“You sure?” his words were long and drawled out, despite your eyes being closed you knew his proximity from the feeling of his breath just behind your ear.
Before you could speak up his hand secured itself just above your knee, and your muscles flexed involuntarily at the contact.
“Relax, y/n” he continued, his thumb beginning to run repeatedly over a spot on your inner knee.
Everything in your brain was screaming at you to excuse yourself, maybe even kick him out, anything to gain some space and hopefully some clarity from the cloud of sexual tension that was looming over the two of you and blurring boundaries at lightning speed. But you were essentially frozen in place, petrified that any movement would alert Calum to the way he was affecting you.
Your head lolled back to rest on his forearm which was lying behind you on the couch and finally peeled your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling.
He watched you from the corner of his eye, taking note of every rise and fall of your chest, every thick swallow of your throat.
If there was one thing Calum was well versed in, it was his ability to read you, he liked to think he knew you better than anyone else in the world. He could tell exactly how you were feeling just by watching you, your face, your breathing and he was more than shocked when he started getting the feeling you were no longer upset but something far more appealing.
Were you turned on? Right here in his presence? The thought made blood rush to his dick, which twitched in his pants when another breathy sigh passed your lips.
“What’re you thinking about, love?”
Everything in you urged you to answer honestly, just tell him the truth. “You, I’m thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you.” But you couldn’t do that, so instead you deflected.
��What’re you thinking about?” you countered, meeting his eyes.
Calum questioned his next words very carefully, debating whether or not he could recover if he was wrong about what you were feeling and you shut him down. It was pointless though, he knew he would never recover from your rejection. He also knew that spontaneous combustion wouldn’t look very good on his tombstone and that’s exactly what would happen if he spent one more minute not kissing you.
Fuck it.
“That pretty little set you had on last night.” he confessed.
That you weren’t expecting.
A quiet whine rang from your throat and you were far too affected to feel embarrassed.
And that did it, Calum was now impossibly hard in his pants, no doubt leaking precum onto his boxer briefs. He needed to get his hands on you, now.
His hand started to slowly travel up your thigh, goosebumps rising on every centimeter they passed.
“So gorgeous in red, aren’t ya y/n?”
“Cal,” you hissed when his thumb brushed the sensitivity of your inner thigh.
“Mm.” he hummed. “It’d be pretty hard fo’me to stop right now, but I will if that’s what you want. Is that what you want, love?”
He was sure he’d cry if he had to let go of you now, but he needed to hear you say it.
“No, don’t wanna stop.” you whined, turning your body flush to his.
“Whaddya want then, baby? Hm?” You could feel his every word on the flushed skin of your neck as he leaned into the crook.
“Want you.”
He could’ve came then and there.
“Then I’m all yours.” he admitted before crashing his lips on yours.
Your heart was in your stomach as his tongue entered your mouth, explorative and eager. He was too busy memorizing your taste to notice your fingers tugging at his sweater. You attempted to push it up desperate to feel his skin under your hands. You were able to pull the fabric up about halfway before they were blocked by his arms that were holding you close against him.
Calum laughed when you pulled apart from the kiss, giving him a disappointed look.
“Want it off?” he teased.
You couldn’t bother to be embarrassed when you nodded eagerly in response. He didn’t waste any time peeling the fabric off of his skin, and you were quick to lightly run a finger across the ink feather just below his collarbone.
Now it was his turn to tug on your clothes, “Level the playing field?”
You nodded, lifting your arms and allowing him to lift the sweatshirt over your head leaving your chest completely bare. Calum groaned at the sight of your tits, his hands quickly finding your waist and tugging you down to lay on your back in one swift motion.
Once you were laid out in front of him he took the opportunity to explore the new skin. His hands left a lingering warmth as they dragged across your stomach and despite the kind words and endearing demeanor that he always upheld with you, you found yourself shying under his gaze, wanting to curl away from him. As your hands began to wrap around your stomach in an attempt to cover yourself up he quickly pushed them away, locking them in place on either side of you.
“Wanna see everything baby, all of you.” he cooed in your ear before nipping at the lobe.
His kisses began to travel down your neck, sucking a few marks to your collar bones and the surrounding areas. When his fingers grazed over a fresh bruise in the dip just between your neck and shoulders you hissed lightly.
“You look so pretty marked up for me. All mine, aren’t you baby? Not Cam’s, mine. Say it.”
“Yours, Cal.” you admitted, feeling your body sink further into the couch. You had never felt drunk off of someone’s words before and the experience was leaving you sputtering, completely compliant to your best friend.
He hummed contently at your confession, his large hands gripping at your hips, before slowly peeling your leggings off.
“Y’feel so good in my hands, like you were made for me.” his thumbs poking at the soft skin, just beneath your panties.
The feeling of his hands so close to where you needed them, but not quite there was driving you crazy.
“Cal, please.” you begged.
He groaned before tugging at the cotton covering you. “Cam’s a fucking idiot, y’know that? He had the prettiest girl in the world and treated her like shit. I’d never do that, wanna worship you baby.”
It was ridiculous how overwhelmed his words were leaving you, all desperate and squirming. As his fingers met the soaked expanse of your cunt you couldn’t hold back the throaty moan it elicited.
A pornographic sigh followed close behind, one that made Calum want to pinch himself to ensure he wasn’t in the midst of a haunting dream.
“Soaked f’me darling.” he mused, running his fingers up and down your folds to completely coat you in your arousal. You whimpered at the feeling, bucking your hips up desperate for friction.
Tutting while shaking his head, he used one hand on your lower stomach to press you back down to the couch.
“Stay still for me won’t you, love?” he cooed, continuing to run his fingers over your core lightly.
When you bobbed your head up and down in agreement he lifted your leg to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your calf.
“Hm, good girl.” he praised, softly laying your leg back down.
Calum hovered above you, dipping his head down every so often to peck at your chest, his fingers still unrelenting. The knot in your lower stomach tightened every second that passed and you felt like you could scream at any second, yearning to be full.
Calum felt like he could burst any minute himself but was determined to make this experience the best of your life. He wanted to give you something to remember, a reason to want more.
Your soft moans and frustrated grunts alerted him to your neediness and he was just about ready to give in for the both of you.
“What do you need from me, baby?” he said against your shoulder before peppering kisses across your collar bones.
You could only respond with an airy moan when his fingers found your clit.
“Hm? My fingers?” You shook your head aggressively. He knew exactly what you wanted, the tease.
“No? Want my mouth?” he teased further, leaving an opened mouth kiss in between your tits.
“Cal,” you sighed. “Fuck me, please.”
He groaned at your words, nipping lightly at the skin before ridding himself of his pants.
“You’re a fucking dream, y’know that?” he praised, desperately searching for a condom in his pants. When he finally located one he held it up to you as if it were a prized possession, smiling proudly at his own preparedness.
He hastily freed himself from the constraints of his boxers and rolled the condom on, never once taking his eyes off of the blissful expression on your face.
“Ready?” he questioned, his tip lightly pressing at your entrance. You nodded and sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the stretch, your eyes falling closed in the process.
When a few seconds went by and nothing happened you opened your eyes to find Calum staring down at you in awe.
“Cal,” you whined. “what’re you doing?”
Your words seemed to break him from his trance, he shook his head and muttered an apology to you.
“Sorry, fuck you’re pretty. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Then stop waiti-” your words were cut off by a sharp hiss that couldn’t have been prevented as his length finally pressed into you.
“Fuck.” Calum groaned his head falling back. You felt too good around him, seriously he was fucked, completely ruined for you.
You felt the exact same as your silky moans filled the room. You had never been filled this good and you questioned how you had gone so long without this.
“M-move” you sighed, clenching around him.
You could hear his breath catch at the feeling and he grunted out a strained, “Need a minute.”
He held himself in place for a few more seconds until his breaths began to even out once again before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in.
You yelped, pulling your lip between your teeth in hopes to drown the sound.
He continued slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, taking notice of each time your eyes would roll back when he brushed against your g-spot. He could write a book about how good you looked all fucked for him.
As his thrusts grew closer together you could feel your release creeping up on you.
“Cal, need’ta cum.” you stuttered out.
His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer to him as his head poked at that spot again.
“Go on baby, let go.” he encouraged, willing himself to hold out a little longer as your walls fluttered around him.
Once you had came it only took him about three more thrusts before he was painting the condom with his release, groaning your name as his hand searched for yours to intertwine them as he came down from his own high.
His body flopped next to yours on the couch, both of you struggling to fit next to each other in such a small space, not that either of you minded the close quarters.
Your fingers remained laced together as you caught your breath, Calum peppering kisses to your shoulder and mumbling praises into your skin.
“You’re an angel. God, I just- I love you.” he said, causing your head to snap in his direction.
He looked like a deer in headlights when you asked for him to repeat himself.
“I love you?” he obliged.
“Is it a question?”
“No, I’m just not used to saying it.” he admitted, vulnerability clear in his eyes.
You wanted to kiss away the worried crease in his forehead but instead pressed your lips to his, pulling apart a fraction of an inch to speak after a few seconds.
“I love you too.” you ensured.
Calum eyes widened, not expecting you to say it back, at least not so soon. He had so much he wanted to say to you but figured all of it could be summed up by another kiss to your soft lips. So he closed the distance once again, using a bit more force this time in hopes it would convey the strength of his feelings for you.
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the bad batch + what romance/rom com movies they watch with you
each of the bad batch x gn!reader
ok first and foremost i really truly believe to the pits of my soul that every single one of these fuckos loves romances and you cannot under any circumstances change my mind
ALSO it’s a gender neutral reader except kinda in echo’s theres like a very brief quote regarding breasts but like i still think even that is pretty gender neutral tbh
so anyway
Hunter: Pretty Woman
this is not the first time that i have publicly declared that i think hunter has a deep rooted connection to the movie pretty woman and it will not be the last
first of all this movie is incredibly soothing to hunters overwhelming savior complex
second of all hunter is literally richard gere (debonaire but emotionally distant gentleman that learns to love) and julia roberts (hooker with a heart of gold) at the same time
he was a little skeptical the first time you put it on but he instantly fell in love with it
the humor, the sensuality, the class divide, the glamour, the unconventional cinderella story of it all. it just really butters his bread
after the first time, when you suggest watching a movie and you pick this one he’ll act very aloof about it (“whatever you want cyar’ika, it doesn’t matter to me”) but secretly he’s really really happy bc it’s one of his favorites (you def know this and def pick it more often)
he absolutely hates the scene when stucky the lawyer hits vivian. like it doesn’t matter how many times he watches it he will fully turn his head away from the screen and say “I don’t like this part” and when it’s over he nuzzles a little closer into you and very tenderly kisses your forehead
he loves the soundtrack too. like he fully exposes how much he likes the movie when you catch him singing or humming “pretty woman” or “it must have been love” absently to himself (you kept it to yourself for a while but eventually you just had to tease him about it. he just smiled a little sheepishly and admitted he liked the songs before promptly changing the subject)
hunter also lowkey definitely wants to recreate the ending where richard gere shows up to her apartment in the white limo with you bc he thinks it’s such a sweet gesture and he wants to treat you like royalty
Crosshair: 10 Things I Hate About You
if there’s one thing about crosshair it’s that he’s a sucker for the enemies to lovers genre
maybe its just him projecting (spoiler alert it most certainly is) but he really enjoys watching the drama conflama of a miserable bastard be tricked into love
and really that’s the true essence of 10 Things I Hate About You
he will grumble and bitch and moan about not wanting to watch a ‘chick flick’ when you put it on, but 15 minutes in and he’s hooked
he has strong negative opinions on literally every single character except for kat and patrick
(crosshair really really wants to think he’s patrick but when it comes down to it he is katarina stratford in every single possible way)
he doesn’t say a word throughout the entire movie but you can tell when he’s annoyed at like bianca or cameron or joey bc he will openly scoff at them
will absolutely hum along in your ear during the “can’t take my eyes off you” scene and make out with you during the paintball scene
(seriously he wants to be patrick verona so bad)
when it’s over and you ask him what he thought he’ll roll his eyes and say “i guess it could have been worse” but his little smirk let’s you know he enjoyed it a lot more than he’s willing to admit
Tech: 50 Shades of Grey
ok hear me out on this one
tech is a huge movie talker. like subtitles are a non-negotiable if you wanna be able to take in any of the movies dialogue bc tech is most likely gonna make commentary over it the whole time
this makes him absolutely indescribably so much fun to watch bad/corny movies with
he will go off about EVERYTHING. the plot, the dialogue, the acting, the costuming, the music, the production quality. nothing and no one is safe. whether you just enjoy letting him talk at you or you join in on the roast, cheesy movies are a hoot between you two
and honey. 50 shades is one of THE cheesiest movies ever
you and tech will literally spend the entire duration of the movie tearing it to shreds
and the thing is tech is a very sarcastic, funny guy when he wants to be (and when it comes to you he definitely wants to be) so by the end of it he will have you in absolute stitches from laughing at the ridiculousness of both the movie and him
with any of the other batchers watching a movie like this either turns into a shy, slightly awkward experience (wrecker, echo) or an incorrigibly horny experience (crosshair, hunter)
but in this context tech literally has no shame or squeamishness about sexual things (why should he it’s a natural biological process?) so to yall the sex stuff is just another thing to roast
literally christian grey could be fully tying dakota johnson down and flogging her and tech will be like “in the last 3 minutes they have panned up to her nipples 4 times. this is criminally shoddy cinematography”
even tho he’s busy giving a detailed play by play critique, he never fails to keep some sort of physical contact with you (wrapping an arm around you and running his hand up and down your skin, playing with your fingers or your hair) so you know he’s enjoying spending this time with you despite his nasty words about the movie
also 1000% after you watch it tech will do extensive research on the ins and outs of bdsm and will have lots of hypotheses he wants to test out (as long as you’re willing and able ofc) ;)))
Wrecker: 13 Going On 30
of all the bad batch members, wrecker is the only one who unabashedly loves any movie that could be considered a chick flick
like he doesn’t even try to hide it or act like he’s too masculine for it. he loves romance and he’s proud of it
this man will have full marathons with you. rom coms, regular roms, tragic roms, hallmark roms, you name it and he’s game
his absolute favorite tho is 13 Going On 30
i feel like he has a huge soft spot for childhood best friends to lovers stories like he finds that type of lifelong partnership so endearing (and he loves to live vicariously through jenna since that type of romance was obviously never an option for him)
wrecker is also very childlike at heart and i think the idea of a 13 year old sweetheart trapped inside the body of a 30 year old cut throat magazine exec is so amusing to him (and maybe makes him feel just a little bit represented in the media)
he is definitely the type to completely engulf you in a cuddle for the entirety of the movie and he DEFINITELY cries into your shoulder at matty’s wedding when jenna is crying on the stoop with her dream house
he wants to try razzles so bad. like so bad. i think if he ever came across them somewhere he would barter at least one of his brothers for them
wrecker really just loves love and watching movies about it just reminds him of how lucky he is to have his own love story with you <3
Echo: The Princess Bride
i feel like it’s glaringly obvious why echo loves this movie
pirates. sword fighting. decades long revenge plots. the value of an honorable, loyal man. true love that never wavers even in the face of devastating tragedy and the darkest of hardships. clever but goofy humor.
echo considers this an action/adventure movie and NOT a romance movie (even tho it 100% totally is a romance movie) and requests to watch it very frequently
he can quote the whole thing. i’m seriously telling you echo loves the princess bride with his whole chest
even tho he refuses to admit it’s a love story above all else, he really does try to model himself in your relationship after wesley
like especially given what happened at the citadel and all the time you thought he was dead, the cinematic parellels are alive and present in y’alls relationship and he strives to be even half the man to you that wesley is to buttercup
literally in your day to day life he will sometimes respond to your requests with a smooth “as you wish ;)” (it doesn’t matter how many times he does it it still gives you butterflies)
when you watch the movie, he snuggles as close to you as possible and does his best to make youre comfy the whole time (he’s insecure about his prosthetics hurting you no matter how much you reassure him they don’t)
he just loves to be able to feel your heartbeat and your laugh when you giggle at the funny bits
every single time without fail at the part when buttercup is about to stab herself he leans down, ghosts his lips against the shell of your ear, and whispers the line in time with wesley: “there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours”
every single time without fail you wind up making out until he pulls away and tells you to watch the next part when wesley challenges humperdinck to a duel to the pain
echo just loves you to bits and wants you to know he’d endure a thousand fire swamps for you
Omega: Clueless
i have this really specific obsession with omega being a total girly girl and having very traditionally feminine interests as she keeps experiencing the universe and being exposed to a spectrum of gender expression beyond clone (masc and boring) and kaminoan (ugly)
so with that headcanon of her in mind, it’s vital to me that she sees clueless as soon as possible
clueless is an essential piece of media for a girl entering adolescence and i will die on this hill
it has literally everything you want and everything you need to develop into a well-rounded young woman
it’s so deliciously 90s and glamorama and valley girl humor and camp. its got meaningful female friendships and valuable life lessons and paul mf rudd
if there’s one thing you should encourage a burgeoning hetero teen girl to do, it’s to stick to dating guys like paul rudd in clueless. the earlier this message can be broadcast the better
the second you’re able to steal omega away from hunters watchful eyes (“hunter we’re just gonna watch finding nemo i swear!”) you show her this movie
at this point omega is not really a girly girl, but omega also has absolutely zero feminine influence in her life
the first time she sees clueless she is absolutely obsessed. like seriously she is so enamoured with the glitz and glam of cher horowitz
she asks you questions the entire time. she wants to know about EVERYTHING. the makeup, the clothes, the hair, the slang
(she definitely goes around saying stuff like “i’m totally bugging” for long enough afterwards that almost all of the boys have slipped up at least once with some ridiculous valley girl slang. you thought you were gonna die of laughter when you overheard tech say “as if!” to wrecker in the middle of an argument)
it just really introduces her to this whole world of femininity that she didn’t even know existed and she absolutely loves it
she makes you watch clueless with her seriously once a week at minimum. she begs you to style her hair like tai’s and you can’t help yourself when you happen to run across a little yellow plaid dress and buy it for her on sight
(hunter was gonna scold you for recklessly spending credits until he saw how omega almost cried from how happy she was for the gift)
honestly she enjoys the romance of it all and paul rudd is def her first celebrity crush but she enjoys more that you and her now have this special thing of hair and nails and pretty dresses
she loves how confident and beautiful and special you’re able to make her feel, and you love that you get to bring her that small sense of normalcy and happiness
#the bad batch#bad batch#tbb#the bad batch headcanons#tbb crosshair#tbb hunter#tbb wrecker#the bad batch x reader#tbb echo#tbb tech#tbb x reader#crosshair tbb#hunter tbb#tech tbb#wrecker tbb#echo tbb#omega tbb#tbb omega#hunter x reader#crosshair x reader#tech x reader#echo x reader#wrecker x reader
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All I Ever Need
Peter warned you about the dangers of online dating.
words: 4,007
tags: dark!peter parker, strong and explicit non-consensual elements, manipulation, implications of sex-pollen or drugging, lowkey breeding kink
a/n: please forgive me! i’m still new to writing dark!versed fics <3 but this was a request and i couldn’t resist (: if you liked this then you are free to help me out and improve my writing by leaving feedback or suggesting prompts that i could write about
It was emotionally crushing.
The moment you decided to create a Tinder account led you to all sorts of feelings.
As someone who had been busy with your final year of college, you never thought of engaging much in the relationships territory. With all these, you could only focus on finally graduating and obtaining a stable job. The idea that you were providing for yourself, without having to depend on a significant other, was fulfilling.
It did not help further considering that most of your group of friends were just as hardworking as you. Peter Parker was one the closest and much more than just a good influence. Truly too good to be true.
Nonetheless, you finally tried out those infamous dating applications you have been hearing. Despite warnings from your friends about how dangerous it can be, you were confident that you were smart enough to handle it.
“You're still hung up on that app?” Peter interrupts alongside.
The professor dismissed the class moments ago, and at least half of the people already exited the room. As always, Peter waited for you before heading for next subject.
Admittedly, you were a bit caught up with your phone. Swiping left and right sounded boring, but for some reason you found it amusing how convenient it can be – the interaction and messages was a bonus. “So what if I am?”
You lock your phone before Peter got to snoop further. Both your reflections could be seen amongst the black screen as you placed it on top of your other textbooks to be carried.
“Any interaction online is dangerous,” he explains. “I thought you out of all people should know that, Y/N.”
You roll your eyes at his remark. “You’re only a year older than me yet you sound like my dad. You know I’m already twenty-two, right?”
“I’d hate to be the one to say I told you so when your world comes crashing down,” he consoles.
“Oh thats bullshit, Parker.” You could almost laugh at his sense of ridicule. “Like you said, I’m smart. I’m sure I’ll be able to handle online dating. Have faith in me, yeah?”
“Yeah, whatever. It’s fine.” Peter nods, still beside as you walked along the hallway. “It’s not like you’re already going on a date with one of them, right.” His assumption comes off as a statement rather than a question.
However, you stay quiet seeming as it was best to leave it unanswered.
“Oh no, please don’t tell me you’re seeing someone already.” Peter looks back when you decided to stay a meter behind him to save you from the guilt.
“It’s just a second date, it won’t harm me,” you defended. “Plus, he goes to the community college nearby.”
“What?! You two are already on your second date before you told me, or anyone of your friends?” You could understand where his temper was coming from, but in the end, it was none of their business.
“I know, but I just thought it wasn’t a big deal. Besides this is about me and Jacob.”
Fortunately enough, you and Peter have the same subject which was BioChemistry. This time, he followed you behind while you avoided his gaze. He waited until you took a seat along the second to the last row, and then taking his seat next to you.
You look straight, facing the chalkboard displayed at the farther side of the room. Though you could not see Peter entirely, you could see his glowering look by the corner of your eye. “So his name his Jacob, huh, tell me more about him.”
This was the reason why you could not update him, or any of your friends. You knew this would happen. They begin getting so nosy around your life before they even realize it.
Surely, you did love your friends, much more the boy sitting next to you. They have been with you since freshman year, and you were more than grateful for one another’s support.
“Peter, I don’t think that whatever I tell you would concern you,” you state clearly to avoid a dragging conversation.
“But we care about you, I care about you, Y/N.” He pouts, “The moment he tries to hurt you, you’ll run back to us and cry about it. I just want to skip seeing that part knowing I can’t see you heartbroken.”
You furrow your eyebrows. His statement comes off as a bit acquisitive, but you knew that it was just his concern caught up in the moment. “That’s the problem. We all need to eventually fail or feel pain. It’s normal, especially for young adults like us, Peter!”
There was a lot of things you wanted to say now. He trigged you somehow and now you’re at the edge of becoming a rambling mess. The worst part of it was that you were scared that you might say something that you would not be able to take back.
“Okay then I’ll–”
“No look, I apologize for raising my voice.” You sighed to calm yourself down and compose your thoughts better. “You know I adore you so much, Peter. And I appreciate you looking out for me. But this can’t be forever, I’ll eventually have to learn how to deal with these kinds of stuff.”
You got through barely half of your day yet you could already feel the emotional turn of having an argument with one of your best friends.
And eventually, your professor entered the room. Barely giving the two of you a moment to continue the heated conversation just seconds ago. The displeased look on Peter’s face remained as he looked in front, acknowledging that both of you took lectures seriously. He wanted to pick up this argument at another setting.
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"Congrats to your first ever anniversary!” Your friends applaud just as Jacob was seated next to you.
“We’re so proud of you.”
“You two look so happy together!”
“Both of you look amazing, practically perfect for each other.”
“Can’t believe it’s already been a year.”
A year has passed, your group of friends remained even so with Peter. In addition, they learned to accept your boyfriend despite their doubts on online dating sites and applications.
Just as they learned to trust your decisions more, you also learned way more about your significant other. Though despite your differences in fields, you learned to love him more than you thought you could.
All of you have freshly graduated from college. Most of your friends did not have much planned so far; however, as your friendship with Peter remained, he grew to understand your feelings more and handled it sensitively.
After your argument during your early days of dating Jacob, he eventually apologized for his behavior too. Though that was not the only time your friendship with him was put to a test. After the succeeding months, Peter still gave feint warnings and acted a bit overprotective when you tried telling him how you wanted to take your relationship to another level and get more serious.
Nonetheless, you did not let any of your peers affect your view upon your relationship. Seeing that you were now at your first anniversary, you were happy that you followed what your heart and gut believed in.
“To be honest we didn’t expect our Y/N to be getting into a relationship before we graduate, let alone celebrating her first anniversary!” Liz joked. “But in the end, just know that we love you and we’re here for you.”
You smiled, looking at your friends who seemed to share the same feeling. After graduation, everything feels too good. It feels as if your life was falling into place.
Not only have you gotten into a relationship with a kind guy. You also attained high ranks among the other students in your program, which led to companies offering you internships right off the bat. Rather than you worrying about where you’re heading to after college, you got the privilege to pick what you wanted to do.
Surprisingly, you got an offer from the Stark Industries to become an internship on being their analytical chemist. It was the most tempting offer you got. Who would not accept an opportunity like that, right?
When you learned that Peter also got an offer, you were more than happy for him. You knew he was one of the smartest persons in class and he deserved it just as you did.
Both your contracts agreed that the internship starts a month from now which was just perfect, considering that you also have a few things to do prior to it.
“Well, this girl also has a lot planned ahead,” you announce while catching the attention of your friends that were circled around you. “Me and Jacob were talking about moving in probably in his apartment by the end of the month.”
Your intention was not to brag. Everyone could see how genuinely excited you were with such a big event. You were just so happy that despite what every one thought your relationship would end, you accepted whether the outcome would be good or bad.
Your friends cheered at you for taking a big step into your relationship. Looking back, you were so scared to accept the second date, but little by little you could not notice how much progress has been done.
“I am so thankful for you guys.” You smiled and nodded at them before looking to your side where Jacob happily watched you interact with your friends. You slung your arm over his chest and planted a kiss directly at his lips.
“We’re always here for you, Y/N,” Peter added along with a smile.
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Unbeknownst to you, just as your friends had left the celebration, you had big news yet to hear.
As you drape your purse over one shoulder, your boyfriend assisted you out. He held one side of the door for you and walked after you. He held onto the side of your waist until both of you reached his car.
Like the gentleman he is, he went over to the passenger side to open the car door for you before doing the same for himself at the driver’s side.
When both of you were finally inside the car, Jacob had not started the car immediately. He paused with fingers gripping around the edges of the steering wheel.
His sigh was just as evident, hearing it echo around the car which left chills across your skin as you looked at him. “You seem bothered. What’s wrong?”
He avoided to look at you just as both of your hands reach for one of his. He lets you toy with his fingers yet his gaze still directs straight at the gas pedal. You lean further to catch a glimpse of him, moving one hand to cup his cheek. “Hey, what’s bugging you, babe? I’m here to listen.”
“I’m sorry,” he starts off. The puzzled look on your face apparent as to what he’s trying to apologize for.
“What do you mean?”
“I just don’t think you deserve to stay with someone like me.”
His self-loathing was not settling your confusion in any way at all. “I still don’t get it.” You did have an assumption in mind, but you chose not to jump into it as it might flare up on what’s happening now.
“I think we need to break up,” Jacob swiftly drops.
Slowly, you pull back and rest your back against the window. You bring a hand up to brush the little fringes in front of your face. You were trying to comprehend everything that’s happening. “I don’t understand. Why so sudden?”
“Don’t get the wrong idea, Y/N–”
“Then what should I get?” Your voice starts to crack as you hold back the tears. “I don’t understand anything at all! You seemed so happy a couple of hours ago.”
“That’s why I’m apologizing,” he softly explains. “You don’t deserve me, I’ve been so horrible to you–”
“You have been so nice to me. I don’t know where you’re getting all of this, at all!” Eventually, tears could not help but form around the corners of your eyes.
Jacob sighs, finally looking at you. “You deserve so much more than this, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
Finally, the tears began to spill. You covered both your eyes with your palms, trying to both hide and wipe them away. “Y-you can’t just break up with me after celebrating our first anniversary.”
“I’m sorry–”
“Stop saying that,” you sniffed. You did not know what annoyed you more, hearing him apologize like a broken record or hearing him imply the ‘its not you, it’s me and you deserve more’ bullshit. “You’re too cruel.”
“I’ll drive you to your house,” he offers. The look on his face seemed very guilty. You did not know what was behind these sudden turn of events, but either way you were heartbroken for how
“No,” you stated. “Uhm, I have a friend who lives nearby. You can drop me off there.”
“Okay.”
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“That’s pretty much my night in a nutshell,” you sighed as Peter entered his room with a blanket and some clothes in hand.
Your legs were cross-seated over his bed as your hid your face with your hands. Peter frowned as he walked over to the edge of his bed where you were positioned. “I just don’t understand why he dumped me all of a sudden, might I add, dumped me on our first anniversary!”
You felt a hand over your back, rubbing slow and comforting strokes as you continued to cry. “Just as I thought I was getting to know him better.”
It was emotionally crushing.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
“Well.” You look up at him despite knowing your nose eyes eyelids became swollen, “You can finally tell me that you told me so.”
“That doesn’t matter right now.” His hands move to the ends of your hair, toying with the strands before turning half of his body aside. He reaches for a mug that situated on top of his nightstand, “Here. I brought you a cup of tea.”
“Thanks, but I’m not really thirsty–”
“Drink,” he calmly says. “You need to get hydrated after crying.”
You could not argue with that. You’ve definitely lost a lot of water in your body after hours of just crying, without drinking anything. “You know me so well.” you told him and added, “I should’ve just listened to you when you warned me about strangers online.”
“I guess I owe you an apology.”
Peter chuckled at your statement and watched you as your lips slowly sipped at the heated tea he had just prepared. “No need to be sorry about anything now, I’m just glad you’re safe. He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
“Don’t worry he didn’t physically touch me,” you assure as he nods.
The adorable boy in front of you slyly looked down as he called for your name. “Y/N? Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course, Peter.”
“Why’d you choose to stop by my place amongst our other friends.”
You finally finish the entire drink he had prepared. Before you could answer him, you extended your arm in order to set the fragile mug back on top of his bed side drawer.
“Well for one, I still know where your place was, and it was closest from the restaurant,” you answered. “And conveniently enough, you were the first person I could think of after Jacob hurt my feelings.”
“I could vividly remember your warnings just as I realized he was breaking up with me already. I didn’t know whether to feel sad or ashamed. What I do know was that you knew me too well, even before I became fully aware of it.”
He smiled at your answer, and you gave the same look at him. “Well I’m glad you thought of me.” His hands reach over to yours and places them on top, feeling the warmth of his body over yours. “I would never want to hurt you, nor let you feel the pain Jacob gave you.”
“You’re too sweet.” You smile.
Your hands rubbed circles around your eyes first. Then you tried to lean in front, opening your arms wide signaling for a hug. Peter did not hesitate to hug you back, enveloping his arms while both of you rest your chins on top of each other’s shoulders.
From this angle, you could strongly scent his cologne. However, that was not the only thing you could observe.
As each second passes, you were not sure if you were the only one who could notice how hot the room was getting. Either that or that your skin was starting to burn up. “Peter?”
“Don’t you think it’s getting hot–”
As you were just about to react, you felt a pair of lips against yours. Peter had pulled back, and even when you could have realized it, he was pinning you down as your back presses against his bed.
And as much as this was entirely contradicting your morals, you did not feel an ounce of guilt as one of your best friends continued to leave kisses down your neck. You were not entirely sure why your mind was doubting this, but your body was suddenly, badly craving for touch – and Peter was conveniently doing you the favor.
“Don’t I think it’s getting what?” Peter sits up and teases just as he pulls his shirt over his shoulders.
“Nothing,” you groan. “But I don’t think this is a good idea–”
He shushes you, “Relax. Let me take care of you, yeah?
His hands gently released heir grip around your wrists. He was confident enough that you wouldn’t fight back after finishing the drink he exclusively brewed for you.
Your state of mind was perfectly right where he expected it to be. Just conscious enough to feel him against you, but incapable of thinking rationally.
He just hated how smart you were when it came to his friends and school; however, just as he expects, you were not as quick-witted when it came to relationships.
And hiring Jacob was definitely one of his greatest achievements so far. He lost a part of his savings along the way, but nothing could ever become as valuable as you. Now that you were in his room, let alone under his touch, he had the upper hand.
Peter was not letting you go that easy afterwards.
For now, he continues to leave kisses under your jaw while your hands lazily combs through the locks of his hair. He proudly hums against your skin after leaving gentle nibbles that started to leave evident love marks.
One of his hands creep under your shirt, reaching to unhook your bra. As he successfully does, he moves to adjust your shirt over your breasts. He gets a good view of them even without having to pull it over your head, smirking to himself as this has been a fantasy he has been dreading for.
“Fuck you’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmurs. With one hand, he gently squeezes around one of your breasts just as he descends at your body.
“Peter,” your moan comes from above his head just as he was ready to spread your legs.
“Yeah, babe?”
“C-condom,” you mumbled with eyelids partially open.
He chuckled as a response, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”
Peter tried to test the waters first to make sure he was completely in control of this situation. He drags the tip of his fingers across your stomach, further narrowing the path down as it reached at the entrance of your cunt.
He could instantly sense how wet you have become throughout his teasing. Both his middle and ring finger grew damper as he inserted them inch by inch, slowly seeing them reappear.
The warmth radiating around your walls excites him more, assuming how good you would be while his cock was wrapped around it. He instinctively curls his fingers out of excitement, forgetting that he was trying to handle you gently.
You react by tightening around it, along with a whine.
“Sorry, babe.”
Moreover, he continues it up until he felt his erection grow harden than before. He made sure he was completely hard before finally dropping both your pants down, attending to yours first until you were completely naked – excluding the shirt he did not haul over your head.
Next was his turn. He undid his shorts and threw them away ever so quickly. Then rushed to welcome himself between the space of your legs. “You ready for me, babe?” He did not leave a choice despite asking that either way. You remained helpless under him.
“Hmm,” was your only response.
Peter did not hesitate as he glides into you. He groans at your heat, grasping that you feel better now compared to when he was using his fingers. “Oh shit,” he groans while speeding up the pace of his thrusts, “you feel so good.”
“That’s it, holy fuck.” He was surprised at how responsive your body was still. Despite drugging you to the extent of being mentally incapable, your body was contracting all over him as if it was enjoying itself.
He continued to praise your body even if you could not understand what he was saying. The entire event revolved around him fucking you and leaving sweet remarks as if he was your boyfriend – and not, at all, a friend who laced your drink and made you believe you were somewhere safe.
Though Peter did say he was going to care for you. Ironically, it was obvious that all he can think about now is chasing his orgasm and nutting inside you. After all, it was one of his dark and twisted fantasies – to have full control over you, at least.
There were few moans coming from you, but the happy noises being created by Peter overpowers. With all of this, sexual, tension he finally got to release, it was expected that he was going to cum sooner.
“Fuck,” and other swears came from him. “Didn’t expect to cum so soon.”
As he did not care about your take on this, he also did not give a fuck when he was planning to cum inside you. Since he purposely avoided to wear any kind of protection, let alone learn if you were in any kind of birth control, anyone in their right mind would know what could happen the morning after.
Willfully, he made sure to go deeper inside you until he could feel the tip of his cock twitch as a sign that he was going to cum. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, yeah,” he grunts as if you were going to reply. “And you’re gonna take it like the good girl you are.”
Even so, when Peter finally felt his release, he took a good look at you beneath. You seemed hot and bothered, but not as him. Your chest was heaving all the while he could feel the speed of the beating of his heart.
When he steadily pulls out, the awaited moment of his deep, dark fantasies finally arise. He could clearly see his own cum beautifully spilling out of your cunt like a cream pie. He could almost feel himself get turned on just at the sigh of it, but he considered that round two’s with you would be saved for next time.
“Peter?”
“Hmm?”
“I still feel hot,” you purr.
Peter extends his arm to gently place the back of his hand over your forehead, feeling how feverish your body still was. There were few hints of sweat streaming from your forehead. “Let me take care of you, I’ll just run you a bath, okay?”
You childishly smile and agree with him, “O-okay.” He pulls back to be able to properly stand and proceeds to head to his shower with a huge smile from his face.
You were his.
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Just Two Sad Roommates
Corpse Husband x Reader(Female)
Warnings: Swearing (maybe)
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Summary: The power of medieval tavern music gets put to the test when Corpse’s roommate is having a rough day. SPOILER ALERT: it’s more powerful than anyone could assume.
Requested by Anon. You know who you are 😊😋 Wish I could tag you, I loved this idea so much and had such a fun time writing it. Hope you enjoy it just as much 🥰
The last twenty four hours haven’t been so great.
Last night I had a huge fight with my boyfriend over his flirty messages with several girls. It was not just witty banter, it was way more and way more hurtful to me. He obviously denied it and defended himself, at least in the beginning of the argument. Then he took on the accusatory stance, pointing fingers at me for living with another guy. That had me absolutely fuming. Not only was his statement fabricated and literally made up on the spot, but he also used some seriously horrible insults for him. I was having non of it. Corpse is a really great roommate, sweet guy and overall amazing person. I haven’t once argued with him since we’ve started living together. We’re actually quite good friends. So hearing my asshole boyfriend call him all those names was more than enough to chase him out of the apartment. Thankfully, Corpse wasn’t home to hear all that. He rarely leaves the apartment but by some miracle this was the time he was absent.
Then this morning my mom called me to have a chat. It started off decently enough but it only remained that way for so long. It didn’t take her long to start criticizing each and every element of my existence. From my job, my boyfriend, my living arrangement, the career I’ve decided to pursue, the fact I moved to a different state, my paycheck that’s lower than her friend’s daughter’s...…..You get the point.
Now I’m sitting here, contemplating what the two years I’ve been in a relationship with Marcus mean to me. I guess it is just like a phone call from my mother - starts off nice but slowly deteriorates. All things follow this pattern in my life, apparently. And just like the phone calls, I’ve considered ending things between me and him many times but never actually decided on it. Until now. The last part of this decision is executing it, which doesn’t look very promising. My thumbs are frozen, hovering over the keyboard.
I take a second to take a look at my life from a third person point of view, like an out of body experience. I am wrapped in a blanket, huddled on the couch like a burrito with a face. A really sad burrito with a face. I have a job where I work as much as three highly ranked workers and get paid a little over a secretary’s paycheck. I’m in a constant state of exhaustion and disinterest. I often forget I’m human and just assume I can live like a cactus - no food, no water. I have a boyfriend that’s cheating on me and most likely has been for quite some time now. And we’ve been dating for two fucking years. Man, that must be the longest cheat streak in history. Who knows with how many girls as well. And I still have trouble deciding weather to break up with him or not. Actually no, scratch that, I have already decided, but it feel so unnatural and so out of character that my body refuses to complete the task of delivering the final blow to the structure of this relationship which was already weak to begin with.
And it only got weaker when I started catching feelings for another guy. I know, I know, I’m a bad person for that, but I was never planning to act on those feelings. They have always just...lingered, loomed over me. They got stronger and stronger every time Marcus and I would fight, as though they were laughing at my mock of a relationship.
Speaking of laughter, I hear my roommate laughing in his recording room. I gave him the spare room for his recording equipment for a cheap add to his rent fee and it’s probably the second best decision I’ve ever made - first being picking him to be my roommate. He was among the first to reply to my online add and appeared the least sketchy over the phone. More hypnotizing if I’m honest. He could’ve told me he was a hitman and I wouldn’t have batted an eye, handing the keys to his room and the apartment without a second thought. All he had to do was keep talking. Again, SUE ME.
“Fuck, I���m so fucking pathetic!“ I drop my phone when all the strings inside me snap, releasing the sobs and tears I’ve been holding back for so long.
I bring my knees up to my chest, hiding my head in between them, desperately trying to shield myself from the plane crash that is my life at the moment. Crying makes me feel even sadder and more miserable but I have nothing left to do to get all the crap that’s piled up inside me out.
I’m on the verge of falling asleep, the tears have dried and the sobs have died somewhere in my chest, when I hear what sounds like music straight from Robin Hood’s time.
Holy shit, I’ve lost it
I lift my head from in-between my knees, looking around the living room for the source of the jolly, lighthearted tune which despite all the heaviness of my self-loathing makes me feel like the main character in an medieval adventure. Wait...Holy crap, it’s that medieval adventure, Robin Hood-ass music I hear from Corpse’s room!
I whip around to face the entrance from to the hallway where I see an arm sticking out, holding a phone which is where the music is coming from.
“Corpse?“ I call out to him in a questioning manner, shifting to a sitting position with my blanket kicked off of me and bunched up next to me.
“I can’t tell if you’re angry or sad...or both. Didn’t want to get attacked upon entering the room.“ I see the right side of his face peek out as well.
I break out into laughter, covering my mouth with one hand, “You’re such a dork.”
He takes this as a sign to come in, pausing the music as he does so. “What’s wrong?”
My laugh stops but a smile remains on my face as I look at him. He just has that effect on me. “A lot. What’s going on with you?”
He shrugs his shoulders, plopping down on the couch, “The usual, streaming Among Us. You should play with me and my friends some time.”
I scoff, “I can pull of a lie no problem. Maybe I really should.” I don’t actually consider it, it’s just funny to think about.
I have never watched any of Corpse’s content. Not his scary story videos, not his streams, not his animated compilations. Just his songs. And let me tell you...they are hella good. One song and I was hooked.
“Hey, I have a question.“ I tilt my head to look at him, “What’s with you and your love for medieval adventure music?“
“Medieval tavern music, and it’s not really love.“ He shakes his head with this dopey grin that is just. so. adorable. “More like a coping mechanism. Tell me, did you feel less sad I played it for you?“
I stop and think for a second. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Point made.“ He declares, leaving me to nod in amusement. “Now, tell me what that ‘a lot’ is.“
So, I do. I tell him everything, from how my boyfriend is cheating on me to how my mother thinks I’m a complete failure. He listens carefully, paying close attention to everything I’m saying. I catch myself laughing a few times while I retell the recent upsetting events.
Must be that music.
“So, you broke up?“ He asks once I end my monologue with a sigh
I shake my head disappointedly, “Not yet. I still haven’t pulled the plug. I don’t know what to say.”
He holds out his hand to me, “May I be of assistance?”
I look at his hand then at him and contemplate for only a second before deciding ‘what the hell’ and handing over my phone after unlocking it. The screen displays my boyfriend’s chat so Corpse just types away what he has in mind. Before pressing ‘send’, he hands the phone back to me. “Proofread it.”
‘Dear Marcus, this is one of your girlfriends speaking. Yes, one of them. You think I’m not onto what you’re doing, you little shit? Well, to your dismay, I am. And so, I discontinue this relation between us. That word might have been too long for your IQ so let me rephrase: We are over. Finished. Hope your other girlfriends wake up too, unless they are already in the know, of course. Love, but really hate, Y/N‘
I was never aware this level of sass even existed.
I add a smiling emoji and send the message, sighing in relief. “I can check that off my to-do list now.”
We both lean back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. A moment of comfortable silence takes over, leaving us both wandering in our own heads.
“Hey, um, I wanted to do this when I first moved in, but then I met your boyfriend and I took the hint. Now that you’re single, would you want to...“ he sounds a bit uncertain but continues regardless, “It’s ridiculous cause I don’t really like the idea of going out, but maybe we could order take-out...“
“Are you circling around asking me on an at-home date?“ I am surprised by how unbothered I manage to sound while I’m squealing on the inside. It’s fascinating how quickly a person can flip someone’s day around. Turns out it wasn’t the music at all. It was him that had the positive effect on mine.
Out of the corner of my eye I catch his face turn red and have to contain my laughter. The grin can’t be tamed though, especially not when he says, “Yes.”
Internally squealing, I launch myself from the couch, standing up straight in front of him. “Thai. My usual order is on the sticky note on the fridge. But first,” I offer him my hand, “I need to find out if a person can even dance to that ridiculous music.” At his amusement, my grin widens, “May I have this dance?”
He laughs that adorable laugh of his I’ve only heard through the layer of a wooden door. It’s even cuter when there’s nothing between me and its source. The source is cute too, not gonna lie.
With a shake of his head which is most likely disbelief, he takes the hand I’ve offered him, saying: “And you call me a dork.”
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Hi! Could you make a oneshot where everyone is terrified of the hashiras except the kamaboko squad + Genya and Kanao? Basically a series of situations where a demon slayer sees one hashira being soft and kind around Tanjirou, and at the end the Hashiras are in a organization wide meeting, talking about important information about the uppermoons. Several kakushi suddenly rush to the butterfly estate, one of the kasugai crows inform the hashiras that Tanjirou was severely injured from a mission and has escaped the butterfly estate? He didn’t want to get healed because he wanted to greet the hashiras. Then they just all hear a thud at the corner, where Tanjirou passed out. The hashiras all freak out, they call a kakushi to take care of him and all follow him to the butterfly estate?
I love your oneshots btw!
The kakushi girl has learned a lot since that day at the butterfly estate; Tanjirou is special, there's something about him that makes every single hashira melt as soon as they see him.
Every. Single. One.
Even the scariest of them like the wind hashira. She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.
They're taking a break; she's in the dining room with a few slayers and a couple of kakushi. The Pillars will be arriving soon so they're eating what they can before leaving the place.
However, one of them takes two ohagi that were left on a plate even though they clearly belonged to someone. She's waiting for the ridiculous fight (sometimes demon slayers argue with each other for nonsense like that).
"That was Shinazugawa-san's" a girl informs the boy, who immediately pales after hearing that.
"Those are his favorites," says another.
"You'll be dead soon."
"Just tell him Tanjirou ate them," a boy with short, yellow hair she doesn't remember the name of says, still enjoying his rice balls.
"What? I thought you were Tanjirou's friend, Zenitsu!" Says the demon slayer girl, almost outraged. "Why do you want Shinazugawa-san to kill him?"
If the kakushi girl hadn't been on the butterfly mansion that day, she would've been glaring at the blond as well.
Zenitsu sighs.
"He won't kill him because it's Tanjirou and the Pillars would never hurt him. Seriously, haven't you noticed? Where have you been?"
No one believes him of course and the boy seriously considers running away but the hashira arrive before he can do anything and Shinazugawa realizes what happened immediately.
A few demon slayers manage to run away, but the boy gets caught by the wind hashira; he grabs him by the uniform to lift him from the ground like nothing.
At least he's not grabbing him by the neck.
"Who ate them? Was it you?" He growls. For a second the kakushi girl thinks the young demon slayer is going to faint out fear.
"It was me, Shinazugawa-san!" Tanjirou arrives just in time. "I'm so sorry! I can make you more if you want!"
The wind hashira releases the demon slayer, who hits the floor immediately and grimaces in pain.
"There's no need," Shinazugawa huffs. "I wasn't hungry anyway."
He walks away, but ruffles Tanjirou's hair when he passes next to him. Everyone, except the other Pillars (who are already trying to get Tanjirou to sit next to them) looks like they're in shock.
***
She kinda enjoys when someone realizes what's going on; it's fun to see the confusion on someone else's face when they catch a glimpse of Tomioka smiling softly at Tanjirou or Rengoku carrying the boy in his arms every time he sees him.
"Look," Kanao, the insect hashira's tsuguko, mumbles as she sits next to her. A group of demon slayers have been training with Tokito and it's been a nightmare for almost everyone. "This is my favorite part."
The mist hashira starts throwing rocks at the ones he thinks are not moving correctly as they practice with wooden swords.
She can hear the way they hiss in pain whenever a stone hits them.
"Are you sure I'm doing this correctly, Tokito-san?" Tanjirou asks, looking as puzzled as some of his fellows slayers. He's the only one who hasn't been hit by a rock. Not even once.
"Of course, Tanjirou!" The hashira grins at him, taking both his hands almost lovingly. "Your movements are perfect! Actually, you can take a break now."
His voice is soft as he encourages Tanjirou to go eat something, but as soon as he turns around to the others an unimpressed expression appears on his face.
"That's what you call training, you incompetent airheads? We're going to keep this until you can't stand anymore!"
***
Even though Uzui is constantly flirting with Tanjirou (who seems to be oblivious to everything) he's the one stopping other demon slayers from trying to do the same.
It's understandable confusing for the others to watch as the sound hashira narrows his eyes at them from above (he's ridiculously tall) and then turn at Tanjirou with flirty smile curling his lips up whenever the boy gets close to him.
However, he lets one of the young ones follow Tanjirou (like a lovesick puppy) around everywhere.
"Who's that?" She asks, she's become really good friends with Zenitsu and often looks for him because he's the one that knows the most about that situation. "And why haven't they–"
"He's Genya," Zenitsu frowns. "He's the only one allowed to do that because he's Shinazugawa-san's little brother."
Huh. So that's why he looks terrifying as well. Also, he doesn't look little at all; he's even taller than most of the Pillars. It's weird that he usually looks so grumpy and murderous and yet when Tanjirou turns to talk to him he acts like a twelve-year-old with a crush.
"Tanjirou has no idea, right?" She asks, even though she knows the answer already.
"Not at all."
***
She definitely doesn't expect to find Tanjirou passed out on the ground when she and a few of her fellow kakushi are called to the hashira headquarters.
It seems Tanjirou got injured during his latest mission, but he didn't listen to the kakushi advice and rushed to greet the Pillars as soon as he found out they were in the headquarters having a meeting.
And now he's unconscious and the hashira are surrounding the boy and looking like they're in pain. The first kakushi that gets closer to Tanjirou gets growled at by the flame hashira, who instinctively puts himself in the middle.
"I'm sorry," Rengoku apologizes immediately, like waking up from a dream. "I thought you were going to hurt him..."
It's like the hashira's protective instincts have suddenly grown exponentially.
None of the kakushi dare to get closer again. Tomioka gets desperate and takes Tanjirou in his arms. For the first time since she met him he doesn't have a neutral expression on his face.
He's worried, almost in despair.
"I'll follow you," he tells the kakushi.
They check his injuries as soon as Tomioka leaves him in one of the rooms. Kocho strokes Tanjirou's hair kindly, smiling softly before turning to face the others.
"He'll be fine," she informs them. "But we have to let him rest."
That they do, but they remain outside the room; some of them have to go on missions already but Kanroji promises to send them a message as soon as Tanjirou wakes up.
Quietly, the kakushi girl observes as they take turns to walk in the room and stay for a while with him. Rengoku likes to take Tanjirou's hand in his and kiss it gently as he mumbles something the kakushi girl can't hear.
Tomioka looks down at the boy like he doesn't care about anything else in the world. She knows now that he's the one that met him first and wonders what happened then.
It's strange how things can turn from "I don't even know who you are" to "you're the most important thing in my life. I'd do anything for you."
Kocho helps Tanjirou sit on the bed and wakes him up herself only to give him more medicine.
Kanroji sobs a little bit, but doesn't say much. Uzui pushes a kakushi aside so he can change Tanjirou's bandages himself.
When he finally wakes up completely, Shinazugawa is back.
"Don't you ever do that again!" It's the first thing he says, growling. "Running away from the butterfly mansion just to say 'Hi' to us? Are you out of your mind?"
"I'm sorry," Tanjirou chuckles, not even a little bit intimidated by the wind hashira's irritation. "I didn't feel that bad at the moment. I thought I was fine."
"You weren't," Tomioka scolds him, but softens his expression immediately after. "I'm glad you're okay now."
Rengoku takes Tanjirou in his arms and Kanroji gives him a kiss on the forehead before Tokito starts arguing that it's his turn.
While the other kakushi look at the scene in shock, she funds herself smiling at them. Then, she desperately wishes them happiness because it's always difficult and a bit hopeless to love so much in a world like the one they live in.
Love makes everyone vulnerable, even the strong and powerful ones.
***
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