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lunearobservatory · 10 months
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"New York, you've been quiet."
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"That's new."
(tw alcohol)
There are ten visible 18oz cups on screen. Lowballing, I’m going to say this is all he has had. I’m also going to say each counts as 12oz since it’s possible they weren’t filled up all the way, also standard Budweiser can and bottle sizes are 12oz, so it’s an equivalent of one can/bottle per cup. I’m saying Budweiser bc it’s statistically the most popular beer in New York which. It’s also the most popular beer in the entire country so like. Whatever. I’m going for it.
Okay.
10*12oz=120oz
It could be either Budweiser (5%abv) or Bud Light (4.2%abv) and I’ll go with Bud Light, again going for the lower number.
In my heart of hearts I know this is Wildly going to affect the outcome of these results but God damnit I have NO other form of reference. So. I’m using Ben as a body ref. Personally I hc NY as around the same height anyway so fuckin? Sure I guess.
Ben is uhhh self stated to be 5’5 and 125lbs which LMAO I COULD THROW HIM SO FAR but also I’m gonna use that as the metric.
120oz of 4.2%abv for a 5’5 125lbs person is. HURRKKKHH A LOT LMFAO.
That rounds out to 0.29%bac (aprox 20h until 0%abv) at minimum
And for shits and giggles 0.5%bac (aprox 35h until 0%abv) at most (10*18oz(5%abv))
0.08%bac is the average level New Yorkers start feeling “drunk” (it’s also the legal driving limit lmao). The national average for that is 0.099%bac, so I feel comfortable saying it’s sssssimilar enough to just. Use those numbers with a pinch of salt which isn’t how math works but ffff.. Sshhh…
So basically, yeah, I guess based on my word and above numbers he’s anywhere between 0.29%-0.5%bac in that. If he’s only passed out that’s WILD LMAO
0.25%bac is starting stage 5 (level that passing out is listed at); 0.29%bac is the bottom line so it makes sense he would be passed out at this mark if his tolerance is above average which! Probably! It's fuckin New York!
But. 0.45%bac+ is like. Pretty damn assured death for errrrrrr. Most people!
So. Yeah! Between 116-200% tolerance when compared to average citizens. I know that’s a big discrepancy just play with me in this hypothetical math hell please!
The point of all this being. Yeah. I do maybe believe the states are a little tougher than humans and I had to justify it to myself in some semblance of reality
Thank you.
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zanarkandskylines · 30 days
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You carry Bakugo back to his dorm room. 『 ♡ - k.bakugo x fem!reader 』 -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist 
A quiet night at the dorms of UA, you're sitting in Midoriya's dorm room with Bakugo. The three of you are studying for an upcoming exam while sprawled out with notebooks and text books haphazardly all over the floor.
The time is slowly creeping up to 10:00pm - way past Bakugo's "normal" bedtime. He's leaning on his elbow while annotating a paragraph in his textbook, eyes slowly drooping shut. The pen in his hand grows looser as his arm rocks back and forth, about to collapse at any moment and let his head rest on the pages.
Midoriya shoots a glance your way, silently acknowledging how exhausted Bakugo looks. You both had attempted, multiple times, to get him to go to bed. He refused.
"I can fuckin' finish this. It's only a few more pages."
Bakugo was determined, and stubborn, to get his work done - just like anything else in his life. You peer out of the corner of your eye as he shifts, crossing his arms over the textbook and laying his head down on his forearms.
"Kat, you can go to bed if you're wiped out," you say, patting him on the shoulder. "Studying on top of sparring is enough to kick anyone's ass."
Bakugo grunts, sighing into the papers beneath him. " 'm fine."
You look at Midoriya and mouth, 'he'll be out in five minutes or less.'
And like clockwork, Bakugo passes the hell out, snoring atop the open textbook.
You gently stroke his back to get his attention. "Kat, come on. Let's get you to bed."
He doesn't stir at your voice or touch but rolls over on his side. You shake your head, chuckling to yourself as you cast a smile in Midoriya's direction. It's a good thing you're a hero in training or you wouldn't have the strength to do what you're about to.
In one fluid motion, you bend over and scoop Bakugo into your arms and lift him from the floor. He's much lighter than you expected him to be - you always assumed he'd be dense from the sheer amount of muscle mass that adorned his figure. He still doesn't wake and lulls his head against your arm, mouth hanging open and snoring peacefully.
'Wow, he must be exhausted if this isn't enough to wake him.'
Midoriya opens the door for you and follows you upstairs. He opens the door to Bakugo's room for you as well, considering you - quite literally - have your hands full. He waves and mouths 'good night!' as he shuts the door to leave.
Making your way over to Bakugo's bed, you carefully lower him onto the cool sheets and maneuver your arms out from underneath him. As you're pulling away, he sleepily grasps at your shoulders and pulls, causing you to come crashing down on top of him.
'Damn, even in his sleep he's strong,' you think to yourself, flustered and afraid you'll wake him up.
He swiftly turns over, snaking his arms around your waist, intertwining his legs with your own and nestling his head above yours.
"K-Katsuki...?" you mumble, confused as your cheeks flare with heat by the sudden close body contact. You hope that your face isn't as scorching hot as it feels when it squishes up against his chest.
"Mm...don't go," Bakugo slurs, still halfway in dreamland. "Stay."
"...did you let me carry you to bed just so you could cuddle with me?" you ask, perplexed. He grunts in response and squeezes you tighter.
"You son of a bitch," you curse playfully. "If you wanna be carried like a princess to bed, just ask."
" 'm not a princess," he murmurs as he's nuzzling into your hair like a cat begging for attention.
"You just didn't wanna ask to go to bed in front of Izuku, didn't you?"
"...Nuh uh."
You snort as you shimmy in his hold to get comfortable. By the time you settle on a position, he's fallen back into a deep slumber, chest rhythmically rising and falling with hushed breath. He looks so angelic when he's dreaming.
It's too bad he turns into a devil the second he's awake.
i just wanna hold him tight and squish his cheeks - ya know??
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cordeliawhohung · 5 months
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all i can think about it ghost getting a hand tattoo of a skull (just the nose and mouth) and him using his tattooed hand to cover y/n’s mouth when she’s being too loud when he’s fucking her in the barracks. it makes him feral at the sight of half of y/n’s face being covered with a skull
i am so glad i'm not the only one who goes feral over the thought of simon covering your mouth with his hand to shut you up. thank you for feeding my delusions <3 also i apologize this took me a bit to write ;aslkdjf (also wait now i'm realizing maybe you just wanted to share in a delusion but... too late i already wrote all this so)
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warnings: smut!!! minors dni! slight breath play, somewhat established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, slight degradation if you really squint. bad editing. military inaccuracies to some extent, i'm sure. 1.4k words because i'm an idiot
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Everybody knew that the walls in the barracks were thin. Sure, the rooms were nice and the common area was comfy and furnished, but you could hear everything. The person upstairs listening to Amy Winehouse, your next door neighbors playing some video game, someone taking a shower downstairs; you could hear it all. And with your lieutenant's cock buried deep inside of you, you were more aware of the paper thin walls than normal.
Simon had you laid out on your back, legs spread wide to accommodate his large frame as he settled himself into your heat. You were utterly bare and exposed to him, as your clothing had been torn off long ago, while the only articles of clothing he had bothered to take off was his jumper and mask. He had hardly unzipped his pants before trying to sink into you.
Each time Simon thrust inside of you, a moan bubbled up in your throat and threatened to escape, but you held it back like your life depended on it. Your bunk mate was gone, but that didn't save you from the prying ears of everyone around you. But fuck, it was almost too difficult.
"Fuck," Simon hissed. He could feel the way you fluttered around him, practically begging him for more. There was a heaviness in his eyes as he looked down at you, but his breath was surprisingly even and calm despite the pace in which he fucked you. "Look at you. So fuckin' beautiful, love."
His hands roamed your body, starting from where he had been holding your hips and slowly working up. On his left arm was a sleeve that covered the expanse of his forearm. It was something dark, and littered with skulls and guns among other things. You never had the time to study it as much as you liked, but you were more familiar with the tattoo that covered his right hand. It was a plain black inked tattoo that had the mouth and nose of a skull. There was something about the way that it accentuated the thick muscles and every vein and tendon in his hand that made you go feral.
And god, the way his hands slid up your body? Watching the ink of his skin trace up from your hips, over your waist and rib cage, until they settled on the tender flesh of your breasts? A pitched groan pushed past your lips as you arched your body into his touch.
"Nuh uh. What happened to bein' quiet?" Simon asked facetiously. His pace slowed but only a little as he leaned forward, lips brushing against the tender flesh where your neck and shoulder met. "Thought you said you were gonna behave."
You swallowed a thick lump in your throat as you caught your breath to the best of your ability. He was always so teasing with you, so much so that it was almost infuriating. But those beautiful brown eyes of his almost made up for it.
"Sorry," you apologized in a pathetic tone that surprised even yourself. "Just feels so fucking good..."
"I know, sweetheart," he said, accentuating his sentence with a particularly deep thrust. "But we can't have the whole base hearin' you like this. What'd you think they'd say if they knew it was my cock makin' you feel this good?"
He didn't even give you the time to think or answer before he leaned back and pounded into you with more fervor than he had before. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, and Simon drank it all up. Every twitch of your legs, the bouncing of your breasts, the way your chest heaved and strained against moans begging for freedom. It was his. All his.
His left hand came up and settled on your lower stomach for a soft moment. Like he was enjoying the way your muscles tensed with every thrust of skin against skin. But things changed when he slowly added pressure. It felt like Simon had your very soul in a choke hold. The tip of his cock had already been abusing that spongy spot inside of you, but as he pressed on your stomach you felt that friction only build.
You couldn't hold back the moan that left you after he did that. All you could focus on was the climax that built inside you with near concerning speed. The intensity of it was so strong that he ripped another moan from your lips, and then another.
Until your moans were quickly smothered.
His free hand clasped around your mouth, and any sounds that you had been making were muffled into the palm of his hand. Simon opened his mouth as if to say something, as if to chastise you, but whatever scolding he was going to give you was quickly lost in the back of his throat.
That beautiful ink on his skin, the one you loved to admire so often, almost looked better on you than it did him. With his hand muffling you, the mouth of the skull tattoo lined up almost perfectly with the features of your face.
Worried that he was going to stop, you looked up at him with an apology in your eyes. But you were surprised to find something other than feigned disappointment in his. There was something else there, something feral glinted in his eyes as his irises dilated.
Shifting his hand up, Simon's palm covered both your nose and mouth, lining your features up perfectly with the half skull face of his tattoo. Your breathing wasn't fully restricted, but you could feel your lungs burn with each breath you took.
Then, with one hand over your mouth and the other still pressing on your abdomen, Simon began rutting into you with a force that felt primal. The ever level headed lieutenant turned into a crazed dog at the sight of you with that fucked out expression in your eyes and every sound you made lost into the flesh of his skin.
"Just couldn't keep quiet, could you?" he asked, though his tone was far from upset. "Said you were gonna behave, now look at you. Made a fuckin' mess outta you, didn't I sweetheart?"
You were coming undone before you could fully process it. Between the way your mind spun with lack of oxygen, the pressure on your stomach, and his voice? It was a miracle you even lasted as long as you did. Something snapped inside of you that sent a warm wave through your body that drowned every single one of your senses. Your cunt fluttered around Simon's cock as your orgasm rendered your mind blank, and he let out a low grunt at the sensation.
Giving you a slight break, Simon's hand lifted off of your stomach, but his thrusts continued in the same needy, nearly animalistic, pace. After a few more sloppy ruts, his hips rested firmly against you as he spilled inside of your cunt. Even with him buried deep inside of you, you could feel the way his cum seeped out of you, as if he filled you to the very brim.
Simon's hand finally fell away from your mouth, and he collapsed forward where he pressed gentle kisses along the side of your neck. Your breaths came in heavy, but you still managed a chuckle as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"I'm beginning to think you like it when I'm loud just so you have a reason to shut me up," you teased.
"And I'm beginnin' to think you like me shuttin' you up," he countered as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek.
Though he couldn't see your face, you rolled your eyes at him but pulled him closer anyway. The person in the room underneath you had finished their shower, and your neighbors seemed to have gotten bored of their game. However, whoever was above you was still listening to Amy Winehouse. You wondered if you should get them a condolence card of some sort.
"I'll fuck you properly one of these days," Simon spoke up.
Eyebrows pinching together, you tilted your head to the side to rest it against his. "Was this not a proper fucking?"
The muscles in Simon's arms flexed as he lifted his torso off of yours. Dark eyes met yours as he looked down at you with a slight smirk. It was an expression you knew well, as he could be quite the cocky bastard. Still, you would be lying if you said that look didn't excite you.
"You've no idea, love."
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GAH i had such a hard time writing this for some reason? the smut wasn't smutting (and i feel like it still isn't) but i really hope it was enjoyable anyway! i'm half awake writing/editing this after waking up from a migraine nap but i figured you guys deserved a treat <3
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nose-coffee · 9 months
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okay i was thinking about that post you made about what random house citizens are thinking and you know what would seem so suspicious? the state of the corpses (or lack thereof) that the houses receive back. the missing bodies, the cremated remains, the gruesome ones seemingly attacked by a monster, or perhaps even most suspicious, one body killed by a rapier to the thought. like im sure at least some of this info leaks to the general public and im sure to theories are intense.
Fourth House Tisis Reps getting Jeannemary "crucified on a bed" Chatur and Baron Isaac "colander boy" Tettares's bodies back like:
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like they'd be used to getting fucked up and weird remains back, sure, but from the First House?? from the Lyctor trials?????
Imagine being the poor Third House guy who has to break the news that Ianthe's ascended but Coronabeth, the Crown Princess and heir is in fact dead but no you're not actually going to get any remains oh why? there was nothing to salvage :) so sorry for the inconvenience. you just KNOW they had a week of mourning. you just KNOW it was the topic of choice at every party for MONTHS. crazy theories. most people do believe she got eaten and are enthusiastic abt telling you.
Hi Trentham officials :) here's Lieutenant Dyas's remains. mhmm. yes, she did get turned inside out, what a bummer. We Could Not Recover Captain Deuteros's Remains. Everyone running the mile for the next fortnight is like "i mean yeah, judith was a chickenshit, stuck up nepo baby *spits* but uh, how can there have been NOTHING TO RECOVER??"
Would not wanna be the person who has to write down "mysterious post-mortem incision to large intestine" on Abigail's autopsy report. Yeah, no clue what happened at the First House but i do think it was a kind of Jigsaw Trap and unfortunately us Fivers are fucking weaksauce competitors who die first and get used as CHESTS
We already vaguely know abt the Sixth's response to getting pieces of a shattered skeleton and Cam's empty coffin (as fuckin if she wouldn't leave an equally dope corpse) (also shout out to whatever psychometrist studied Pal's bone fragments for a few hours before looking up and having to say that the explosion came from inside the Palamedes, must've been a tough gig, dude), but now i am thinking abt Rhodes recieving two urns and also this severed head :). that sucks. pressing F to pay respects to Mia and the kids, they deserved better than that.
truly believe the Eighth house had a distinct crisis of faith after recieving Colum and Silas's bodies. what the fuck else could you do. Silas was very clearly stabbed with Colum's sword and Colum has no eyes now. That does not bode well at all.
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addictedtotlou · 10 months
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Meet Me At Our Spot
PART 1
Pairing: Joel x fem!reader
Summary: You and Joel are in a relationship but he doesn’t want to make it public.
Word count: 4.325
Warnings: 18+, age gap, smut, unprotected p in v, angst, mentions of disassociation, anxiety, murders and jealousy. Let me know if you think I missed something!
Author’s note: Howdyyy. I hope you will like this story that I wrote. it took me some days to complete part 1 but I will soon start to work on part 2! I hope you will enjoy. comments, reblog and likes are highly appreciated. Comment below if you want to be tagged in part 2!
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Joel is taking the skin under your collarbone between his teeth to try and suppress the sighs escaping his mouth as his thrusts inside you send shivers throughout your body. 
The rain outside is crashing against the window along with the wind blowing, muffling your moans. The pornographic sounds escaping your mouths are covered by the summer storm that is unrolling outside.
“Baby, fuck. Look what you do to me.” He whispers against your chest. He takes your hand in his and guides your fingers at the base of his member, wanting you to touch the effect you have on him. He’s so hard. 
“J-Joel, please! Keep going.” He looks at you and then his wet lips are everywhere before he turns you around. He can feel it, he feels what you’re doing to him, his blood rushing south whenever you touch him.
You are now on your belly, his big and strong right hand pushing your head against the pillow, your cheek brushes against the soft fabric at each movement he makes to push himself inside you, each time harder and deeper.
He leans so close that you can feel his warm breath to your ear. “Feels good, uh? You were fuckin��� made for me, baby. Pussy fuckin’ custom made for me.”
You try to contain yourself as it’s not just the two of you in his house, but it is seemingly impossible as Joel is doing whatever he can to make you go crazy.
Both your heartbeats can be heard as the desire of getting each other to the apex grows in you.
You keep whining, which makes him lose his mind, balancing on his knees as he keeps thrusting inside you. 
He treasures the sight of your body shaken by pleasure under his, it kind of gives him a power, knowing that he’s the one making you feel that way. 
He’s being rough, as often, but you like it. The trail of small bruises he leaves are a sign that you are his, he’s marking you. You belong to him, he wants everybody to know that. How ironic.
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When you open your eyes you’re laying on Joel’s unmade bed, still naked. The thin white linen sheet the only thing covering your body, draped around it until you sit up and your bare shoulders are resting against the headboard.
Your attentive gaze fixes on his figure, he’s only wearing a pair of jeans. He’s turned towards the window, looking outside. Your eyes going up and down his naked back, studying every inch of it, every muscle, until you look at his side profile when he slightly turns to speak, his eyes still examining everything that happens outside.
“You should be good if you go out now, there are not many people ‘round.”
Of course he was going to say something like that. 
It’s been a year and a half since him and Ellie arrived in Jackson, a little while after you did. There’s no need to say that Joel’s behavior and manners intrigued you as soon as you saw him, you felt this magnetic force pulling you to him, despite everyone telling you to stay away from ‘that guy’.
One thing lead to the other and now it’s been six months of you two dating. At least that’s what you thought, because it seemed that Joel did everything in his power to hide you and your relationship from indiscreet eyes. At first you thought he did it only to protect Ellie, you thought that maybe he was worried she would not be ready to see him with someone, especially after all that time when it was just him and her.
Eventually you told her, even though you suspected she already knew. Joel would invite you over for dinner multiple times a week and he never does that with anyone, she said. He was friendly only with you, the other people in Jackson would just get angry looks from him. 
But he made sure that everything he did with or for you was well hidden, he still does.
Ellie is a very smart kid, so when you and Joel told her, she was not surprised. In fact, she was happy that he finally found someone who was able to calm him, making him want to not always be alert, someone who would have such a positive effect on him that he would rarely get nightmares now.
Even his brother knows, mostly because he caught you kissing, hid behind the Tipsy Bison on multiple occasions on Friday nights, when you had too many drinks. It was dark and you couldn’t see anything, really. Well, except for Tommy. He saw the effect you were having on Joel, so he didn’t say anything when that happened. He would just smile to himself, hoping that his brother would finally find some deserved peace.
So doubts start creeping up in your mind. Why doesn’t he want to make your relationship public? You are sure it had to do with your age difference, but seriously, after the apocalypse happened, does he still worry about what people have to say?
You even thought that maybe he was ashamed of you.
Worst case scenarios would often play in your head, from the moment you would wake up until night, unceasingly tormenting you. Not knowing why he is behaving like this is causing you extreme uneasiness and anxiety. Joel is the best thing that has happened to you in so long, you fought so hard to make that wall he had built around himself and his heart crumble and you did that with so much passion because you love him. You would do whatever you can think of for him, even kill.
Everything he did in the past was to protect. It was part of him and it still his, you’re in love with him for who he is. It goes beyond the physical appearance and the pain you both caused to others.
But there is only one possibility that would drive you insane, one that made its way to the center of your brain more than others.
“Are you cheating on me?” The words came out of your mouth unannounced. It’s like your brain decided to operate on its own to give your heart a break. 
Joel’s brows furrowed in confusion, he turns completely to you now and his eyes look for yours, even if your head is lowered. “What?”
“I said, are you cheating on me?” You surrender to his gaze, it’s making your skin burn. 
Maybe he doesn’t want to be seen with you because he has another woman, maybe more than one. Maybe he’s having one night stands with different women and doesn’t want them to know he’s in a relationship. 
His eyes have darkened a bit and you know where this will go. This is not the first time you talk, or fight, about this and he told you multiple times that it’s better this way. But you don’t agree with that. And you are tired of hiding, of suppressing your instinct to walk up to him and hold his hand when you’re going around in town. Your need to smile at him and caress his cheeks when the cold air turns them red. And you need to do that in front of everybody, letting them know that you belong to each other and no one will get in your way.
Your jealousy also has to do with it. It’s not that you are that crazy type of jealous, but you’re not blind either and you’ve been seeing the way women look at Joel. They’re undressing him with their eyes nonchalantly, giggling and whispering like silly teenagers whenever he would walk past them.
“The fuck you talkin’ about?” His tone is annoyed, but still low. He’s scanning the expression on your face, trying to decifrate whatever you’re trying to tell him. But he’s already aware that he’s losing his patience and you will inevitably have a fight.
“Then why are we still hiding, for fuck’s sake? I feel like a fucking whore, coming to your house when it’s dark, going back home before people start to go around town.” You try to contain yourself as much as possible, whisper shouting, you don’t want to wake Ellie up. But in reality, all you want to do is scream. Scream that you love him with every functioning cell in your body, but at the same time it hurts, knowing that he doesn’t love you as much as you do, because he’s hiding you.
“Baby, you know why. What would people say if they saw us together? You’re.. young.” He tries to maintain things balanced, throwing pet names at you as if that would help the situation. But you had enough of this, you don’t deserve that. Neither of you do.
“The world fucking ended twenty years ago, Joel! You still worry about what people would think?” And “I’m younger than you, yes, but I’m more than legal”.
You’re now sitting properly on the bed, his bed. Your eyes frantically move to find an answer in his, an answer that doesn’t come. So you quickly stand up and pick up your clothes from the floor, throwing them on as soon as possible in order to leave his house. You feel like you’re suffocating in that room, the heaviness of the situation slowly pressing you to the ground until you’re nothing but dust.
“Goddamit! Wait!” You flinch when Joel shouts, hitting the wooden drawer with his closed fist, his knuckles turning white. Your eyes instinctively close at his actions, your limbs trembling at how rough his voice sounded when he screamed.
Your feet move fast to the door, but before leaving the bedroom you turn to look at him, tears starting to prick the corners of your eyes as you whisper. 
“If you don’t want to change things.. I guess this is our goodbye.”
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It has been three days since you and Joel talked. 
Your body urges you to go to him, accept his terms just to be with him. Because it is craving him, it needs to feel his skin on yours, his arms around you. Just to feel him, as a person and you two as a whole. 
You look drained, as if everything that made you yourself was ripped from you. Not talking to Joel, not seeing him is exhausting for your mind.
But that’s until today, you and Ellie had planned to go hiking in a near wood within the walls of Jackson last week and you didn’t want to stand her up just because you didn’t want to face her father. You know she is aware that you and Joel aren’t talking and you prayed that she wouldn’t ask you about it, which in fact did not happen. One of the things you appreciate about Ellie is that she notices when you don’t want to talk about something and she won’t bring it up.
When you walk her back home, Joel is waiting for you both on the porch.
His look is stern, cold, tough. Towards you. It only changes when Ellie walks to him to get into the house, not before hugging him and him leaving a kiss on the crown of her head.
As she enters their home, you are about to turn on your heels to walk away, but Joel is quick to take your forearm between his calloused fingers. The contact between you two sending shivers down your spine, as you dreamt of his touch the past days. 
His head nods to the door and then he looks down at you, widening his eyes a bit, as a way to tell you to move. “Come inside, we need t’ talk”
“Oh, watch out! Someone might see you’re standing one inch away from me.” You exclaim sarcastically, freeing your forearm from his grip with a jerk, unwillingly following him on the steps and then inside the house.
Your back is leaning against his kitchen counter as he’s standing in front of you, both of his hands are on each side of his waist, his right knee pointing out as he’s looking at you, searching for your eyes.
“Could you at least look at me, please?”
You unwillingly raise your gaze. “Fine.” You cross your arms against your chest as you wait for him to go on talking. It feels extremely difficult to maintain eye contact with Joel right now, especially because the only thing you want to do is kiss him, be in his arms, feel his touch on you, in you.
You’re hoping  with every part of you that he is finally going to tell you that he doesn’t want to hide anymore, that he was given a chance to love again and wants to show the world how happily he’s taking it.
“Tommy came here earlier. He wanted to let me know that you’ve been assigned for patrol tomorrow morning.” His jaw tenses at his own words, reading the disappointment in your eyes as what he’s saying is not what you want to hear.
“Yes. And?” Your eyebrows furrow, not being able to process what he is trying to go with this circle of words. You’re already hurt that this is the first thing he’s telling you after you haven’t spoken for days.
“You’re not going.” He crosses his arms against his chest, the flannel he’s wearing hugs perfectly his arms and chest, he’s wearing a white t-shirt under it and his beautiful neck is fully exposed.
“And who are you to tell me what to do?” You chuckle incredulous. You can’t believe what he’s doing. Trying to control you, thinking he has the right to tell you what you can and can’t do. All of this while he doesn’t even has the balls to tell the world that he’s fucking you. “You can’t even be with me in public!”.
“Is that the problem again? That’s why we’re not talking and you’re being such a bitch? I already told you what I think ‘bout it.” He opens his arms, shouting the words so much that his throat starts itching. He’s tired of constantly having to fight about this. You’re the only good thing he has, the only thing that made him do good for once. He fought so hard to allow himself to love you, to feel this type of love again.
He doesn’t want to lose you, especially by the hands of others. Fighting with you over it has been very tiring for him, at times he wonders if he’s actually good for you, given that he makes you feel this hurt. He can’t give you what you want, even if he would die to.
“I don’t fucking care what you think, Joel. I’m going.” You’ve had enough, anger is rushing through your veins as your hands close into fists from how much he is getting on your nerves.
You look at him again with your lips pressed into a line before speaking “And don’t you dare ask Tommy to remove me from patrol” you shake your head looking down, words filled with venom come out of your mouth before you can control them. “You worry about what people would think if they saw us together, but you don’t fucking care about what they think of you and those you killed, uh?” and “You’re such a coward. Fucking coward!”.
You know your words are dictated by anger, you don’t think what you just said. You are just mad and frustrated, throwing all of it on Joel, who, after your words, has a blank expression on his face. You have never judged him for his actions in the past, you would never. In fact, when you realized what you said, your fingertips rise to your lips, grazing them. As if that gesture would erase your last words. You are well aware of this burden that he carries on his shoulders each day.
“J-Joel, I didn’t mean t-“ you instinctively take a step towards him, trying to search for his eyes, only to find them fixed on the floor.
“Out.”
“Joel, I-“ tears start to build up in your eyes, threatening to make their appearance on your cheeks. Your heart is beating out of your chest almost, completely processing what you said to him, which makes you feel terribly guilty. Who are you to bring up his past against him?
“I said get the fuck out!” The expression he serves you is terrifying. You’ve seen it just a couple of times, just when he was mad, really mad. You’re aware that you hurt him and your whole body aches because of it. You wished you would talk things through, but now, you may have ruined everything.
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“So you will not talk to me the entire time because I told him?” Tommy looks back at you, holding the bridles of the horse he’s riding. You’re doing the same as you look in front of you, bothered by his voice that interrupted the peace you were trying to find by admiring the landscape around you. Your body is alert as you sigh, curiosity filling you.
“Did Joel ask you to come?” You move your eyes on him, actually wanting to know if he would do such thing, but you know he would, he’s Joel.
“No, he did not. I was already assigned.” You and Tommy are now riding next to each other, the people with you searching another area not too far. “Y’ know, he told me about.. the fight and-“.
“Shut up, Tommy.” Your calves are pressed against the horse’s body, fasting your pace a bit to find yourself in front of Joel’s brother. You don’t want that conversation to keep going, you don’t need him to scold you about the things you said to Joel, you already did on your own. You couldn’t even sleep last night and also the nights before because he was not with you and you knew that things were not good between the two of you.
After a while of peaceful silent, an old memory comes to your mind, involuntarily lowering your gaze. “Do you ever think about Texas? Because I miss it so much.” You whisper sadly and you think that Tommy couldn’t hear you but he did. 
“I do too.” He presses his lips against each other and looks at you, his eyes go around your figure. “I really wanted my child to be able to see where Joel and I grew up. And.. you know mee-“.
“Meet Sarah.” You complete his sentence and he lowers his head for a second. it hurts,  even if you have never met her, it feels like you have because of everything Joel told you about her. You wish you did though.
In the past you rarely talked with Tommy about her and you wonder how it is like for him. How was it and how is it going? You’ve always focused on how Joel felt and feel going through such loss and pain, but what about his brother? He lost someone too.
“’m sorry.” You whisper again, turning to look back at him.
“It’s okay.” That’s all he says, giving you a faint smile, so you turn to look back in front of you. 
You’ve been riding for a while now and everything has been calm. Tommy is about ten meters behind you, checking an abandoned small house. He thought he could find something useful to bring back home.
You distance yourself a bit more, too hung up on the beauty surrounding you. You all always talk about how messed up the world is after the outbreak, how cruel. But you can’t find anything cruel around you, nature is more flourishing than ever and the sound of running water from a close river is like a lullaby to your ears.
You get off your horse and walk to a near tree, your finger pads brushing against its trunk, studying the mesmerizing green leaves that adorn its branches.
You smile to yourself because that is the first time after years that you haven’t felt mad at the world for ending.
And then you see them, two people, who look like raiders, approaching you. The expression on their faces looks whatever but friendly and you start getting agitated. This is your first time patrolling and yes, you’ve been in these kind of situations before but it is like your brain cancelled those memories once you found yourself in the safe place that is Jackson.
Now, getting off your horse seems like such a bad idea.
Your gaze instantly goes to where Tommy was before you decided to act so stupid, but he isn’t there. “Fuck.” You curse under your breath, it unintentionally gets faster due to the fear you’re starting to feel.
You try to do something, to move but your body is frozen, it doesn’t respond to your brain.
“Hey, sweet thing.” One of them exclaims, his vicious voice travels inside your body and out. “What you’re doing here all alone?” He walks closer to you, the blade of the knife he’s holding is moving across your arm slightly. He applies more pressure to your skin as you don’t respond.
But you know what’s coming and you know what you’re going to leave, who you’re going to leave.
Tommy, being inside the abandoned house, is too far to see you and you’re terrified that screaming would only accelerate your fate.
Your eyes are shut and your trembling body finds itself defenseless. You thought about quickly taking your gun out of its holster but you are terrified and an impulsive movement would only kill you.
You’re slowly disassociating from the situation as a self-defense mechanism. This way it won’t hurt much when it happens, right?
Your mind slowly transports you to the first time you and Joel met, a sweet moment right when you are about to live your last on this earth.
You’re sitting on the steps of the Tipsy Bison, long after it closed. You don’t know what time it is and you actually don’t care. Your back is resting against the last step before the door of the bar and your elbows are pointed on the wooden floor to maintain your balance. 
You couldn’t sleep much that night. The anxiety that the outbreak caused you has been playing tricks on you the whole day and you needed to distract yourself. So you went to your usual favourite spot and looked at the stars.
Your neck hurts but you can’t take your eyes off the magnificence you’re seeing. Or maybe you can.
The footsteps of someone coming directly at you interrupt your stargazing and you inevitably look down. 
Joel Miller.
He’s been looking at the ground the whole time he was walking until he found you in his spot.
“Oh.” Is the only thing he says, already turning to go back to where he came from.
“You can stay.” You whisper, noticing how his jaw tensed when he saw you occupying the steps.
He looks at you staying still for a second, elaborating your words in his head and trying to decide what to do. He eventually nods lightly and sits next to you, cautiously not too close.
He quickly glances up to the sky and you take the opportunity to study his features under the moonlight, you even notice a spot on his jaw where the beard hasn’t grown and you find it cute.
He clears his throat a couple of times, opening and closing his hand in a fist, as if he wants to see if the motion hurts. “Havin’ trouble sleepin’?” He subtly looks at you sideways, his voice softer than it was the couple of times you heard him talk around town.
He saw you too, going around Jackson, drinking at the Tipsy Bison, sneaking around the soap shop to smell the incredible lavender soaps they make. He couldn’t not notice you. And your laugh. He was undoubtedly attracted to you, even if you looked and were younger. Exactly like he has been attracted to some of the woman he encountered on his long trip. He just didn’t have time for that, he didn’t want to have time for that. 
“Strangely.” You whisper sarcastically, a weak chuckle escaping your lips. “Are you from Texas?”
You recall talking to Tommy, his brother, once and he told you they are from Austin.
His head snaps at you after your question, his eyes lingering on the outline of your face. “How’d you know?”
“Houston neighbor here.” You raise your hand a little, showing off the cowgirl boots you are wearing. It’s a treasure that you found a few days after the outbreak, while your alone self was roaming around the state on foot. “Texas might have yeed its last haw, but these beauties survived.”
That causes Joel to let a genuine laughter out of his mouth, he found the way you were showing him your boots funny. He almost forgot being annoyed at you for stealing his favorite spot. 
It was weird at first, hearing his own laughter coming out so easily. Is there still something to laugh about in this world? You made him think that there was.
The sound of Joel laughing brings you back to reality. You’re kind of glad that the last thing you ears will hear is the sound of him still being able to enjoy life. You think about the way the skin beside his eyes crinkled while he looked at you and at your boots laughing, a genuine expression of relief after so much time spent worrying.
You don’t want to open your eyes because you don’t want to see it happen, but with every second passing you find yourself gasping even more for air.
Until a shot echoes through the woods and you relentlessly fall to the ground.
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k-atsukibakugou · 3 months
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w/c: 1.2k tw: second year bakugou x reader, uh a touch self-inserty, i need to be a comforting presence or ill cry; unedited i just had some brainworms, spoilers a lil for the manga, blood mentions, kinda mutual pining-y
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picking at the small plant beside your bed, you plucked another dead leaf off its stem, a small, light yellow one beneath it ready to unfurl and take its place. with a small frown, you think of how the plant was abandoned at the end of your first year, stuck unwatered in the dorms, the small pot the last on anyone's mind after the year you'd all gone through.
you stroked through the leaves once more, all of them begging to be hydrated. glancing at the time, 2:30 flashed back at you, your first night back already becoming your second morning.
sighing, you give up on trying to quiet your thoughts for tonight, accepting the plant's plea to be watered, taking your bottle with you, tiptoeing out of your room towards the common area, looking nearly like a zombie with your arms ahead of you in the dark, guiding your way in the dark.
you were nearing the sink, about three feet from it when you connected with another body, solid and stationary even at your crash into them, a grunt and an arm coming up to catch you before you slipped backward the only evidence you hadn't run into a wall.
"the fuck are you doin'?" even in the dark, dead of the night you'd recognise bakugou's voice, thick and gruff but somewhat hushed in the kitchen. adjusting to the lowlight, you finally could make out his silhouette, the spike of his hair, the square shape of his fist still hooked around your arm keeping you steady. with your hand to your beating heart, you breathed out a laugh, the spike of adrenaline waking you up more than you already had been.
"i could ask you the same, aren't you usually sleeping like a baby by 8?" you teased, wiggling out of his loose hold to lean against the counter, your new angle lighting his face in the cool moonlight. the red scars looked black in the pale light, your sure the one at his chest is worse, despite that, all you can focus on is his bitten fingernails, red, jagged, cuticles peeling away from the skin; the darkness around his eyes looking like bruising, looking only darker when his hair fell over his eyes. ever perceptive, his scarlet irises scanned your face, too, finding the same dark circles as his own around your eyes, your fingertips anxiously picking at a hangnail, his eyes almost soft when they meet yours again.
"can't sleep?" your tone softens, both of you like a mirror for the other, exhausted but determined. determined for your second year not to end like the first. to be normal 17 year olds, normal second years, as close to normal as you could get at u.a.
you almost don't catch his nod, if it could even be called that, mostly just katsuki tensing his jaw and jutting his chin out, "you?"
its the quietest you've ever heard him, you try not to stare too wide-eyed at him, nodding in response, awkwardly gesturing to your water bottle, "i'm watering my plants."
you glance back down to the bottle in your arms, worrying about your plant feeling useless standing here with him, the boy who died, the boy who survived while you fretted over rotting leaves.
you study him in silence, setting the water bottle down gently, the silence broken by the soft clanking of the metal against the counter; you desperately wanted to tear through the silence with comfort, advice, something to help your stubborn classmate. instead of anything of substance, your voice cuts through the silence to whisper, "i have a little playlist for when i can't get to sleep."
"i don't need fuckin' lullabies." i need something that'll work.
you knew all that was unsaid, he needed something to help him rest, to keep the dreams away, the memories of the war, the memory of how he died, to sleep and see nothing instead of blood.
katsuki glares with the heat of the sun hearing you click your tongue at him, his lips curling in an ugly snarl that didn't match his sleep deprived eyes, "it's not lullabies, idiot."
your teasing is soft, a gentle hand reaching for his wrist, fingertips brushing over his warm skin before you whispered again, "it's soothing, to have something fill the silence...helps me think less, i can show you?"
again, he hardly nods, the defeat in his eyes foreign to you, his insomnia wearing him down long before your second year started, working himself to exhaustion no longer working, warm showers keeping him up instead of soothing his skin, even evening stretches ending with him just as drained as he was when he first woke back up. what harm could your lullabies do?
you don't take his hand, looping your fingers around his wrist instead, the intimacy of guiding him by his hand somehow where you drew the line instead of the heart to heart in the pitch dark kitchen, dropping your grip only when your dorm door quietly latched behind him.
under the warm wash of your lamp, katsuki looked even worse, his face different than when you met him, more grown up, determination still lighting up his eyes, even as they flashed around your room weakly, his eyelids dragging with every blink. as if on autopilot, he sits in the centre of your bed, his fingers fiddling with the sheets, smoothing over the creases from where you laid before, pausing to rest where they were warmest from you.
the soft sounds were already playing from your phone, a gentle rain tapping against your balcony window only adding to the ambience, you smile inwardly at the imagery of katsuki like this, stiff at a sleepover, frowning even in his sleep.
"this shit really gets you to sleep? doesn't sound like anything" his bleary eyes find you again, his voice gravelly with sleep even as he scoffed. you laugh softly again, airy in your room, it catches katsuki's attention, too tired to think of acting indifferent to the spike in his heart rate hearing your joy.
"you normally sleep sitting up?" you ignore his grumbling, sliding into the bed beside him, both of you sitting atop the covers, the sheets crinkling and creasing underneath your bodies, again the line of intimacy blurred; under the blankets far too close for this, even as you tug him to follow you when you lie your head onto the pillow.
still, he lies beside you, on his side, only an inch of space between your faces, your knees nearly knocking as he got comfortable, a slow sigh escaping him. katsuki's eyes stayed trained on your face, his body fighting the exhaustion just to watch you, your lamp washing you in a glow that he'd gladly lose sleep just to admire.
"better?" katsuki thinks your voice is softer than a mouse's, although not as soft as your touch at his hairline, his eyelids drooping at your barely-there touch, a hum in his throat all he was capable of anymore, the intense tired he felt catching up to him here with you. you kept your fingers in his hair, gently scratching at his scalp when he sighed again.
you stare at him as you plant tender touches over his head, his neck, down to his shoulders until his breathing evens, not another word shared between you, not a single word needed as you slipped into your own slumber beside him.
for once plagued only by memories of your giggle instead of threats and villains.
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worksby-d · 1 year
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Pairing: Ari Levinson x fem!Reader
Warnings: Rough sex, overstimulation, using a safeword, 18+
Word count: ~1,000
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You’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you come undone tonight. Maybe it hasn’t even been that many times, but his sheer passion and dominance easily puts you in a daze everytime – Any coherent thoughts are out the window as soon as he starts calling you Princess and manhandling you because he “knows what you like” and can “do all the work so your pretty little head doesn’t have to think.”
A sudden sharp slap of his hand against your ass makes you gasp, pulling yourself forward–away from him–without meaning to. But his hands grip your hips tighter, pulling you back into place to continue his rough thrusts into your sensitive cunt.
“You don’t wanna do that,” he chides, slightly out of breath as he bends over you, effectively caging you underneath him with his arms on either side of your body.
“Ari,” you whine, slowly becoming overly aware of all your senses.
It’s like you can’t feel anything anymore, but at the same time you feel everything all at once. The feeling of his beard and warm breaths against your already-sweaty shoulder doesn’t help as you try to stop your body from shaking. It’s not until you weakly bring a hand to your face to push some hair out of your eyes that you feel the tears that are spilling onto your cheeks.
“Oh, you’re crying now?” He taunts, watching you wipe the tears away and let out a shuddering breath. He can tell you’re close again though, your thighs trembling against his. “You dirty girl,” he scoffs, sitting up straight again, punctuating his thought with another slap against your heated skin. “It’s too fuckin’ easy.”
You try to let go one more time for him, you really do, but your body won’t let it happen, jerking away everytime his balls slap against your overstimulated clit.
“Daffodil.” You choke the word out quietly, not even sure he’ll hear it over both of your labored breathing.
You’re ready to say it again, grasping on tightly to the sheets so you can focus on the ache in your knuckles instead of the the rest of your body going numb – Until you faintly feel him stop, stilling behind you.
It takes him a moment to register the word, but he instantly lets go of your hips and you softly collapse on the bed beneath him without him holding you up anymore.
“Honey?” He gets beside you, careful not to move too fast so he doesn’t shake the bed. “Hey, Y/N?”
Moving your face to the side so he can see you, he lifts a hand to caress your cheek but freezes. “Can I touch you?”
Your eyes are still closed as you nod, but he’s relieved when you don’t flinch from the feeling of his palm on the side of your face.
“What’s wrong?” A shake of your head tells him you’re not ready to talk yet, the sound of your heart racing echoing in your ears is still too much. “Okay, just breathe.”
When you eventually open your eyes and put your hand over his, his concerned look softens. He carefully lays down next to you so you’re face to face.
“I’m sorry,” you finally say. You don’t know why – If you were clearer headed you wouldn’t be saying it.
And he knows that. He’s not having it. “You’re so perfect. Don’t apologize, sweetheart. The point of a safeword is to be able to use it, right?”
You wish you could take a deep breath. “Uh-huh.”
“Does anything hurt?”
Shaking your head, you finally get one and you're able to let out a slow, heavy breath. “Just overwhelmed.”
He offers a sympathetic smile, laying with you for a few more quiet moments. His hand moves slowly to the back of your neck, his eyes studying you for any signs of discomfort.
“Good girl,” he soothes, watching you relax more as his fingers gently massage some of the tension at the back of your neck away. “There you go.”
Before he lets you get too comfortable, he helps you move up the bed enough so your head can lay on your pillows.
You close your eyes again, out of comfort this time, feeling the exhaustion kicking in. But feeling the bed dip beside you as Ari moves to get up pulls you back before you can drift off.
“Wait,” you murmur. Your hand on his arm gets him to stop in his tracks, looking over his shoulder at you.
“Just wanna get you some water, honey.”
“Please, not yet.”
He's strong, but not strong enough to say no to you. So he lays back down next to you, letting you get close to steal his body heat. Now that you've calmed down, you have the chills. He reaches for a blanket to drape over you when he feels you shiver, just until you let him get up and grab you clothes.
“Thank you,” you sigh, nestling your face against his chest.
If it’s even possible, he hugs you closer, stroking his hands along your back. “Anything for you, pretty girl,”
Your cheeks easily heat up hearing him talk like that though and you're glad he can't see your face, but he can definitely feel you smile as your cheek squishes against his chest.
“I love you so much,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
When his hands begin to still on your back, you can tell he has something else on his mind though.
“Was it something I said?” He asks carefully in case you're not ready to talk about it. “I know I pointed out your crying… I say things sometimes–”
“No.” You're quick to assure him, leaning your head back to look up at him. “I like when you're rough with me. It just was too much for me tonight. I had a long day and I should have know I couldn't handle it toni–”
“Hey, it's okay,” he shakes his head, resting his hand back on the side of your face, thumb softly stroking your cheek. “I just wanted to make sure. Absolutely nothing is your fault. I'm so proud of you.”
“Okay,” you nod, laying your head back down. “I love you, too.”
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chxnnies-laptop · 1 year
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bang chan drabble #1
18+ MDNI!! bang chan x afab!reader
content warning: swearing, unprotected sex, creampie, chan loves taking pictures after he’s done ;), degradation
you bring up the idea of riding for the first time, and chan is more than pleased... :)
word count: 950
not proof read, sorry ;-;
“you wanna…what?”
“i wanna ride you,” you smile innocently, throwing a leg over your boyfriend’s waist. the lump chan swallows is clearly visible, as is the hand moving to place itself over his growing erection. “you don’t have to say yes—”
“god, no, of course. uh, yeah, fuck, i don’t know why you saying that is so much hotter than i imagined,” he mumbles, hands moving to place themselves on your ass. the yelp you let out as he squeezes gives chan the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, squeezing the flesh of your ass as he hums.
“you have no idea how much i’ve wanted this, y/n, fuckin’ hell…” chan whispers. “take these off for me, baby.”
you lift your hips to allow him to slip your shorts off, hand cupping your pussy. “channie,” you whimper, hips rolling against his still hand. “please.”
you may have experimented plenty before during sex, but riding was just something you had never really been up to doing. that was, until chan was on tour and you were alone and desperate, wanting to chase a release through porn. of course, it wasn’t nearly as good as chan’s fingers inside you, but it would have to do.
an endless amount of scrolling for a good enough video had you stumbling on one, coincidentally, with the girl riding him like no tomorrow. and safe to say, you came almost as quick as chan could make you. you’d rewatched the video again and again, studying the angles and such, hips grinding into your hand as a mantra of chan’s name fell from your lips.
“let me, baby,” you smile, undoing the buttons on his pants and tugging them down. giving his dick a few slow strokes as you prep yourself. “god, just 2 weeks away and i’m tight again.” you watch the way chan’s breath catches in his throat when you say that, eyes fluttering closed.
“if you hadn’t brought up the idea of riding me, i’d be between your legs in a fucking second,” chan mutters, kind of to himself as he grips the sheets. “don’t..don’t make me cum already, f-fuck. i’d rather do it inside you, angel.”
you decide to yourself he won’t last too long if you continue, one leg swinging over so you’re hovering above chan. finger playing with the pre-cum collecting at his tip a little more just to get him more riled up, until he’s had enough and grips your wrist. “please.”
“patience, my love,” you giggle, your own broken moan interrupting you as you sink down. your body falls forward a little as chan throws his head back, shuddering.
“god, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he groans, holding onto your waist as you bottom out. “so beautiful on top of me, hm? all for me to admire, all mine. mine, mine, all mine. the last 2 weeks were such hell, fuck.”
one of your hands places itself on his chest, nails digging in slightly as you roll your hips, letting chan’s hands find friction in fondling and squeezing your tits. he sits up to be able to take your left nipple in his mouth, teeth tugging gently as his tongue works itself against the sensitive bud.
“ch-chan, baby… god, that feels so good.” you’re not entirely sure if he can actually hear you; you can’t even hear yourself over the muffled ringing in your ears as you bounce yourself on his dick at a much quicker pace.
“so good for me. my pretty little slut, taking me so well. so desperate to sit on my dick, huh? take it like the pretty whore you are, god…” he mutters, nipple still in his mouth as a hand wraps itself around your throat.
you’re not even responding anymore, just the lewd sounds of how wet you are mixing amongst your moans of his name. “fuck— chan, you’re gonna, sh-shit… gonna make me cum,” you manage. chan pulls away, admiring how hard your tits are bouncing from the speed you’re moving at, his own hips snapping up out of nowhere. an especially loud, choked moan being muffled by your lips pressing against your boyfriend’s. you’re far too close to try and maintain the dominance you tried so hard to muster up the courage for, letting chan take full control.
he wraps his arms around your torso and leans back against the headboard, sucking on the skin under your ear hard enough to leave a mark. planting his feet as he just absolutely pounds into you, knowing it isn’t too long before either of you are close. “let me, chan, let me, please—”
“let you what, princess? you wanna cum on my dick? cum on me, doll. god, you’re gonna make me blow.” his voice is higher in pitch, more desperate, soft pretty moans in your ear.
your head falls against his shoulder as the tight feeling in your stomach uncoils, thighs shaking hard, soaking chan’s lower half and the sheets underneath you both.
“fuck, baby, that’s it— oh, f-fuck, i can’t,” he whimpers, slamming up one last time before he cums, hips stilling.
you’re placed on your back as chan pulls out, almost instantly growing hard again from the way you’re just clenching around nothing. reaching over and looking through the viewfinder of the camera as you smile from the clicking sound, chan’s cum slowly dripping out of you onto the bedsheet.
“so beautiful, angel. my gorgeous baby,” chan whispers, kissing all over your face. your fucked out expression imprinting in his brain as he just lays down beside you. he’s far too gone to be able to find the strength and get up to clean you both up.
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schlattsdoll · 4 months
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Schlatt from the otk iq test video with school girl reader (praise/corruption kink)🙈
mine. all mine. - jschlatt
fem/afab reader
minors dni
warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, schlatt calls himself daddy, rikki sucks at writing endings
notes: im thinking college au?? innocent!girly!reader x fratboy!schlatt??? inject it into my veins. i felt like a FUCKING GENIUS naming the frat hehe. also this is WAY LONGER than i wanted it to be, i got carried away again
it wasnt his fault you looked so good in your pastels and short skirts, paired excellently with knee high socks. your innocence adding to how badly he had wanted to corrupt you, to ruin you. truthfully, this was meant to be a study date, being paired with jay to do scene from romeo and juliet for an acting class. as you read the lines, your face flushed knowing what came next. sensing your nervousness, schlatt stopped you. "hey, you know we don't have to do this." his hand "unintentionally" on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles. you shook your head, "n-no. we're gonna have too. it's not that i don't want too, y-you're very attractive its just, i uh, i've never done this before."
bingo. something as small as taking your first kiss would be more than enough to satisfy him until he could fully ruin you, make you his.
"i'd be more than willing to help doll." he winked, causing your face to flush again, hiding behind your hands. "don't hide that pretty face from me. i mean it, i won't bite. unless ya ask me too." his hand coming up and holding your chin in his hand. he leans down and kisses you gingerly, a soft moment between you too. as you melt into the kiss, schlatt's hands make their way to your face, holding either side of your cheeks. "wow..." you whispered breathlessly after pulling away, smiling. jay smiled too, "how was that toots?"
"can we do that again?"
you two had practiced the kiss, several more times than needed, each time increasing in force and passion. hands wrapped in each others hair, at one point you wound up in his lap.
thats how you wound up in his bed at the omicron theta kappa (otk) house. your back against his pillows, legs spread and skirt hiked up while he sat between them. his large fingers tracing the wet patch in your pink panties, teasing your soaked core while you wriggled under his touch. "j-johnathan." you whined out breathlessly. "is all this from me kissing you baby? look at you, ever touched yourself before dolly?" you hid your face in your hands ashamed and his smirk grew. "nothing wrong with making yourself feel good baby, lemme make you feel good. can i toots?" he started to pull your underwear down as you nodded your head, words lost in your throat. "use your words doll. i won't do anything unless i hear you say it." you manage to choke out a yes, very weakly. schlatt helps you wiggle out out of the now drenched panties, and smiles down at you. "if it gets too much, let me know."
schlatt takes a headband off his nightstand and pushes his hair back, and tentatively licks your sopping cunt, causing you to bite back a moan. "doll, lemme hear you. wanna hear all the pretty sounds you're gonna make." his mouth returning to your pussy, giving little kitten licks to your clit. normally, he was a complete munch, but he has to hold himself back to not overstimulate you. he brings his hand down to slowly insert a finger into your wet heat. you squirm and a little moan escapes your lips as he smirks once again. "you're so tight baby, gonna have to stretch you out before i can make you mine. that's what you are right, my little dolly?" he leans up to kiss you while he fingers you, tasting yourself on his tongue. he deepens the kiss when he adds a second finger, loving the way you moaned into the kiss. he pulls away to instruct you, "grind your hips down baby. that's it, my good girl."
jay caught how you had reacted to being called that. "oh you liked that didn't you? my good girl, love this tight fuckin pussy. can't wait to taste more of you." his thumb reached up to up to rub your clit, his fingers curling and hitting that sweet spot you've never been able to hit. he felt your walls clench around his fingers and he sped up just a little, "gonna cum for me toots? go on, cum for daddy."
your orgasm hits you like a brick wall, cumming hard around him leaving you breathless. schlatt pulls out his fingers and licks them clean, "so fucking yummy. wanna taste you everyday."
you go to sit up and get on your knees, when he looks at you like a confused puppy. "whatcha doin toots?" you look up at him, "a-aren't i supposed to do something for you now?" his cock twitched in his pants at the thought of ruining your pretty makeup and your pretty glossed lips around his cock, but he was eager to have you a moaning mess under him again. "next time baby, right now it's all about making you feel good. lay back f'me." you listened to the bigger man, laying back down, legs spread again. "such a good girl, listening to me. bet if i asked you to you'd play with that puffy clit again." schlatt pulled down his gray sweatpants and boxers in one fell swoop, so ready to stretch and mold you to his dick. your eyes widened at the sight of him, it was bigger than anything you've seen before in videos. you audibly gasped, stroking his ego. "don't worry doll, i'll be gentle with you. don't wanna break you. not yet at least."
he stroked himself, getting his knees onto the bed and lining himself up with your entrance. he barely put his tip in before you were moaning and writhing under him. slowly, he went in inch by inch, letting out a few guttural grunts and moans himself. "fuckin hell, s'fuckin tight baby. his hand went down to rub your clit gently, and you relaxed a little, letting him slip inside you more. once you gave him the all clear to move, his hips slid back and forward, pulling out just enough to have you whining before sliding back in.
"so good f'me doll. such a good girl, best fuckin pussy i've ever had nd its all mine isnt it? say it. say who you belong to."
you whine at his words, managing a pathetic whine of "you, oh fuck." he smirks and knows what he wants out of you, "say my name baby. fucking say it."
"johnathan!" you borderline screamed as you felt your second orgasm of the night coming on. "that's it, my good girl, cum for me." he felt himself getting close, balls tightening. "fuck, 'm gonna cum." he pulled out and stroked himself until he finished on your thigh with a groan.
running to the bathroom, he grabs a clean washcloth to clean off his sperm and clean off himself. then, he lays down behind you, holding you by the waist close to him. "i wasn't kidding when i said i wanted to make you mine doll. i really do, so whaddya sa? will you be mine?"
"'m yours jay."
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thenewausten · 17 days
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Quackity Imagine: Seven minutes in Hell [Enemies to Lovers] Part 1.
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If there's someone you hate with all your forces, it's Alexis. He's an asshole, such a stupid, full of confidence, hot, idiot, smart, handsome, gentleman, asshole.
"Looking for me, princesa?" He asks into your ear as you turn around to see him. God, you hated him."Of course not, dumbass." You answer as he smiles to your anger."You're terrible with that dress, you know?" He says as he gives you a good look, his eyes almost locked on your thighs and boobs as he looks to your face again."How can you be so ugly?" He asks to you as you roll your eyes."You're such a son of a bitch." You say and he laughs."Just like you, corazón."
Yes, Alex hates you. So much. He doesn't understand how can you be such a bitch sometimes. God, you're so 'fuckin idiot and smart at the same time, and of course, you're so unpredictable. And beautiful. So. Fucking. Beautiful. Alex sometimes wants to forget your stupid fight just so he can bend you over and...
"You should kill yourself, you know?! Everyone at the University would be so happy." The boy hears your voice and laughs to your audacity."Want me to die just because that little brain of yours can't accept I'm the best student of the class, don't you?!"
"Shut up, Alex. I'm the best. Everyone knows that." You say as he smiles to you. "Sure, my love." He's ironic in his words and you roll your eyes for the second time in less than two minutes.
Let me explain, Alex and you studied Law at the University, and since the first day, you and him fought about who was the best student of the class. You were losing for one point. One. Fucking. Point. And the boy thought that, because of that, he was better than you.
"With that arrogance, you'll be a terrible lawyer." You say to him as he opens a beer."Yeah?" He asks, drinking the beer and smiling at you."Do you remember what Mr. Howard said?! We're very similar, so..." He shrugs."Oh, fuck you! I'm not like you, Alex." You approach him and he studies your face. Your lips, to be more specifically.
The man is so embarrassed, only a beer and he's thinking you're so gorgeous. He grabs another one and opens it, still looking at your lips."What are you looking at, Alex?" You ask, confused."There's lettuce in your tooth." He says and you grab your cell phone to look at it."There's nothing here, stupid." You say as he laughs and drinks his beer."God, I hate you so 'fuckin much." You whisper and grab a beer, deciding to leave the kitchen, sick of the black haired boy.
One of your best friends appears in front of you and grabs your hand."C'mon, it's time for Seven minutes in Hell." It's a game based on Seven minutes in Paradise, but it's in Hell because everyone in the class has problems to solve with everyone. Every damn party you play it and you get out with a solution to a problem or someone apologising for calling you a bitch. Yeah, it's like that.
"'Lexie, let's plaaaay!" The girl you hated so much calls the boy you hated so much. She's so pick me girl with him that every time you see their interactions, you want to die. You roll your eyes as the boy appears with a smile on his face and a beer in his hands. How can someone be so fucking hot and stupid at the same time?! I guess we'll never know.
He sits next to the girl and she smiles to him, he smiles back and you roll your eyes. You and her went to the Seven minutes in Hell at the last party. She passed seven minutes talking about Alex, his hands, and threatened you not to be nice to him of become friends with him."He can't like you in anyway." Yeah, she's a bit crazy, uh?
After almost forty minutes, what you most fear happens: you and Alex, locked in a pantry, for seven minutes. The girl next to him gives you a bad look as he gets up with a victorious smile on his face. God, you hated him. He helps you to get up and you both start to walk to the pantry."You guys knows the rules: seven minutes of talking, resolving issues or doing whatever you want to." Your best friend gives you a pity smile and then closes the door behind you, locking it. Locking you with Alex. Your enemy."God, I hope I don't have to get into this pantry with your little girlfriend tonight." You whisper and he looks at you, confused."What do you mean?" He was about to drink the beer, but you take it away from his hand and drink it."Is it too late to tell you I have herpes and it's very contagious?" He asks and you roll your eyes."You don't have herpes, I can see your lips from here, idiot." He laughs."So, your little girlfriend threatened me at the last party." You say, for some reason you want to fuck her up tonight."Why?" He asks, very interested."Are you secretly in love with me and she found out?"
"Only in your dreams, Alex." He does a sad grimace as you answer him."She said I couldn't be nice with you or become friends with you." He laughs."Oh, such a hard thing, right?" He's ironic in his words and you laugh and roll your eyes. "She's not my girlfriend, she's just... Obsessed with me." He answers and you drink the rest of his beer, nodding."What she sees in you?!" You ask and it's your turn to give the boy a good look. God, he's so hot."Yeah, there's nothing good."
"Don't be such a proud person, Y/N, even I can admit you're hot as fuck." He whispers and you look at him. What. Did. He. Just. Say?
"What? I'm not blind and much less an idiot, amor." He says as he approaches you. Man, you're speechless."Sometimes, I just..." His eyes on your lips as he starts to whisper."I just want to admit that we're..." He puts his hands on your waist. "Losing time, you know?" Alex squeezes your flesh and pulls you closer."Losing time?!" You ask, hypnotized by his proximity, feeling your body burn just from his hands on your waist. He nods and one of his hands grabs your face, so gently it doesn't look like the Alex you know."Don't you think?! Eres tan inteligente, princesa. I guess you'll agree with me." He whispers and his fingers caresses your cheeks."I... I do, actually." You whisper to him."Yeah? I knew you'd agree with me, amor." The boy leans in to kiss your neck and you whimper with the feeling."Already, hermosa?" He whispers in your ear, his lips on your collarbone."Fuck you, Alex." You whisper."Uh, I want you to fuck me, Y/N." He whispers and kisses your lips, Alex pushes you against the wall, putting his body against yours as you grab his hair, deepening the kiss and fighting for control. He groans against your lips and puts his hand on your throat, the other one in your ass as he tries to pull you even closer. You moan between the kiss when the boy starts to grind on you.
"Shit, Alex." You whisper as you both pull out to breathe. "You drive me insane. Fuck, Y/N." He whispers and whimpers against your lips."We should stop." You whisper. "Just so we can recover from..." He nods and kisses your lips."One more, mi vida, please." He asks, between the kiss, and you nod, Alex can't help but moan into your lips as he slowly stops to grind his hardened cock against you. "Mierda, I need to cum. Fuck, I hate you so much, Y/N." He whispers and you smile to him, one of your hands roam through his chest to his dick."Is it good?" You ask him as your hand stroke his dick over his pants."Shit." He moans against your neck and sucks your skin."So good." He whimpers."So fucking..."
"Your Seven minutes in Hell is over." You hear your best friend's voice and stop what you were doing. "Shit." Alex whispers and takes off his jacket, tying it around his waist as your best friend opens the door. The boy gives you a look."I hate you, Y/N."
"I hate you too, Alex." You whisper with a smile on your face, the boy leaves to the upstairs and you and your best friend are back in the living room."Where's 'Lexie?" The pick me girl asks to you."He's in the bathroom, with diarrhea." You answer her and she makes a grimace."Poor boy."
You'd probably receive a message of Alex, he'd send you a pic of his hardened cock or even a short vid of him as he strokes his dick and moans your name.
Ten minutes later, he'd appear in the living room and sits next to the pick me girl, looking at you intensely as the girl besides him puts a hand on his thigh."Are you okay, 'Lexie?" She asks him, God, you hated her."Uh, yeah..?!" He asks, confused."It's okay, man. I had diarrhea last week. Drink more water and it's gone." A colleague of yours say and you laugh, Alex looks at you and you smile to him. God, he hated you so much.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)
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hqbaby · 7 months
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twenty-five — you don’t mean it
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fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader
you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?
previous — masterlist — next
word count. 1.4k content. swearing, more feelings
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“Ya good?” Atsumu asks, sitting down beside you and placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “Ya didn’t eat much.”
You smile at him. “I ate a bunch at breakfast,” you say. “You made sure of that.”
“I know how much ya love ‘Samu’s omelets.” He shrugs, grinning. “Couldn’t let ya go without ‘em.”
“Yeah, but stealing Aran’s was a little excessive, don’t you think?”
“What can I say? I live to serve my girl.”
You chuckle, curling into his side as you watch your friends play Twister in the middle of the living room. You’re all heading back to campus tomorrow morning and everyone’s made it their mission to do as much as possible before returning to the drudgery that is school.
You’ve been a little out of it since last night. After your mini-breakdown and your cryptic conversation with Ayame, you haven’t been able to focus on much else.
It doesn’t help that everywhere your turn Suna and his girlfriend just so happen to be there, touching, talking, sitting, messing with your head.
“You should talk to him.”
The words are stuck in your head, repeating on an endless loop.
Talk about what?
What is there to talk about?
“The boys wanna play volleyball on the beach,” Atsumu tells you, standing up. “Ya wanna come?”
“But it’s freezing outside.”
“It’s fun!”
You shake your head, still smiling faintly at your boyfriend’s endless fountain of enthusiasm. “Think I’ll stay here,” you say. “I’ve still got that budget request to finish for the team.”
He pouts. “Will ya come swim with us later then?”
You gape. “It’s cold!”
“That’s half the fun!”
The look on his face tells you that you’re not winning this argument.
“Fine,” you groan. “Five seconds.”
“Minutes?”
“Three minutes.”
That seems to cheer him up, his features bursting into a smile as he takes your face in his hands and plants a kiss on your forehead. “Fuckin’ love ya.”
You giggle at his antics. “Love you too.”
The words come naturally to you now. When you said them the first time, you had to admit that you weren’t quite sure if you were just saying them in the heat of the moment or if you were just trying to get out of a tough situation—but time seems to have softened them. They make more sense now.
You love Atsumu. You aren’t lying when you say that. 
When you wake up beside him, a little drool spilling from the corner of his lips, you know you mean it. When you find him regularly giving you his sweaters before he wears them so he “can smell like you,” you know you mean it. When you find your mind drifting in the middle of class, the only thought on your mind being his goofy little grin, you know you mean it.
After lunch, your friends start filtering out of the house and heading to the beach, all admittedly freezing but looking to savor every bit of your weekend getaway.
You head to the little study in the house with your laptop to go through the budget reports of your team's past expenses. It’s boring work and you wish you could be doing anything else, but it’s better than witnessing Suna and Ayame get all touchy-feely with each other.
“Hey.”
You look up from the screen, trying your best not to look so surprised. Speak of the devil.
“Suna,” you say quietly. “Hey. W-what are you doing here?”
He shrugs, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. “It’s way too fucking cold out there.”
You hum in agreement. “That it is,” you murmur, awkwardly tapping your hands on the table. “Where’s, uh, where’s Ayame?”
He furrows his brow as he makes his way to one of the bookshelves. He picks up a knock-off Spongebob figurine, turning it over in his hands. He doesn’t dare look your way.
“You don’t like her.”
You frown. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t like her,” he repeats, putting the figurine down. Suna’s head turns in your direction, but his eyes don’t exactly land on yours. “You don’t like it.”
“Like what?”
“Me being with Ayame. You don’t like it.”
You furrow your brows, closing your laptop and looking at him from across the room. “What are you talking about?”
He crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the wall. “You have a problem with us.”
“What? Come on. I think she’s nice.”
“Oh, nice, right.” He nods. “That’s why you’ve been so weird around her. Ignoring her. Ignoring me. But, yeah, sure, you think she’s nice.”
An uncomfortable laugh spills from your lips. What the fuck is he getting at? “I’m sorry,” you say, “I didn’t mean to be weird. I’ll be nicer.”
He looks at you, finally. His eyes are narrowed and his mouth is twisted downwards. “You don’t talk to me anymore.”
“I’m talking to you right now.”
He’s being impossible. You know. He knows it. You know that he’s prodding things neither of you should even be going near, trying to uncover truths that will only hurt you both. He’s being dumb. He’s being stupid.
What did you expect?
“We don’t talk, we never talk,” he says, pulling up a chair and sitting at the desk across from you. “I wanna know what you’re thinking.”
You shake your head. “You don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Suna—”
“What happened to Rin?”
Fucking impossible.
“What do you want me to say?” you ask hopelessly. “I’m sorry, okay? Things worked out well, though, didn’t they? I have Atsumu, you have Ayame.”
He scowls. “You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Being weird about her,” he says stubbornly. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this. He knows, but he’s not stopping anytime soon. “Why are you so weird about me having a girlfriend?”
You scoff. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
There are two ways this conversation can go. You can continue to beat around the bush, never address the real questions that are hanging over your heads. Be civil. Be polite. Like mature people, sensible people. Or you can blow everything up.
And the decision to choose between these two paths seems to be entirely up to you.
You never did consider yourself to be mature or sensible.
“I think it’s mean,” you say. “I think you’re being mean.”
His eyes widen at that. He hoped you’d finally be able to talk about it, he just didn’t expect that you actually would.
“How am I being mean?”
You chuckle humorlessly. “Who the fuck is Ayame?” you ask. “You don’t even know her.”
“I do.”
“No! You don’t!”
“You don’t know everything about me.” He’s adamant even if he doesn’t believe that himself. You probably know more about him than he does himself. “What’s your deal anyway? Why are you so bothered by her?”
“I’m not bothered by her.”
“Then what is it? Why are you so against her?”
“I’m not against her!”
“Honestly, it’s a little hypocritical. You start dating Atsumu three days after you call things off with me, and I can’t start dating someone three months later?”
“That’s not it.”
“Then what is it?”
You put your face in your hands and groan. This is so childish. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.”
“No.” Stubborn. So fucking stubborn. “What’s your problem, huh? Why are you so against my girlfriend? Why are you being so—”
“Why wasn’t it me?”
The words seem to be sucked out of Suna’s mouth. He swears his heart has stopped beating, his lungs have stopped breathing. Did you really just say that? Did you really—
“Why wasn’t I enough?”
There’s a sad smile on your face. You don’t look mad or upset or anything like that—you just look resigned. Like you already lost this fight a long time ago and all you can do now is face the aftermath of the carnage. Like you don’t even want him to answer, like you already know the truth.
“Why does she get to be introduced to your friends? Taken on a whole trip with us?” you ask, each dispirited question sticking a knife in his heart. “Why does she get to be your girlfriend and all I got to be was a secret? Did you hate me that much?”
The last question makes him shake his head furiously. “I didn’t hate—”
“No, you didn’t hate me. You would never,” you say, shrugging. “You just didn’t care enough.”
“Of course I cared. I still do.”
You look at him, unbelieving. “Then why?”
“Because I—”
Atsumu’s voice booms in his head. “If ya ever hurt her again, I’ll fuck ya up.”
“—I love you.”
Fuck.
Your face falls. “No.”
“I love you.”
“Fuck you.” You laugh, getting out of your seat. “You don’t love me.”
He just stares at you, all earnest and empty. As if this is all he has left to give. “I love you.”
You go to the door, keeping your head low the whole time, eyes away from his. You know you should be mad or terribly sad or something, anything, but you’re not. It’s like all the emotions are lost somewhere inside you, somewhere you can’t seem to understand just yet.
Right before stepping out of the room, you look at Suna one last time. “You don’t mean it,” you say before walking out and shutting the door behind you.
He just stares at the empty space across the desk, suddenly alone.
“I love you.”
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ghouljams · 8 days
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"She's going to fuck that old man"
The discord in flames part 2 as everyone screams at each other “HOW DID YOU NOT NOTICE” “YOU’RE A FUCKIN MOD FOR THE SERVER YOU SHOULD’VE SEEN HIM JOIN”
"Professor Mactavish" leaves the discord and it falls into chaos.
"Who's Mactavish?" Someone asks after the message pops up that he's left the server.
"He's in engineering," Someone else fills in.
"I'm in engineering he's Prof Riley's friend," An image is sent of him for reference, "I think"
"That's the guy that was coming out of Love's office the other day..." Yet another voice chimes in at the same time another says:
"I see them at the pub together, they're definitely friends."
"What does he know 👀"
"Who let him in?"
"@ mods"
"How bad is the security on this thing"
"Love/Ghost confirmed?"
"WHO LET HIM IN @ MODS"
Messages fly across the screen faster than anyone can keep track of. Mariah rubs her temples watching "multiple people are typing" turn into rows and rows of text. He phone buzzes next to her as her discord pings with notifications that her laptop can't keep up with. She pushes away from her desk to roll over to her roommate's. She drapes herself dramatically over her friend's desk with a pout. Only to be shoved off the O-chem textbook she was obscuring. Her computer dings incessantly and her roommate looks up from her studying to glance back at the noisey thing.
"Is that your weird discord?" Katie asks as Mariah drapes herself over the desk again.
"It's not weird."
"It's a little weird," Katie pushes, "What happened? You anthro prof finally get laid?"
"Another professor got in," Mariah pouts, turning to rest her chin on the edge of the desk. Katie hums, settling a hand on her head.
"There, there," She pats.
"You know a Dr. Mac- uh" Mariah narrows her eyes, staring at the chemistry notes pinned over her friend's desk, "Something- Something Scottish. Engineering prof."
"Wow," Katie draws the word out, "Gotta say, I'm almost offended for the guy."
"Shut up, I'm under a lot of stress."
"No, no, I get it," Katie flips the page in her notebook, scratching Mariah's head, "Running a shipping discord for two real people is a lot of work. Someone should honestly give you a nobel prize for it."
"You haven't seen them," Mariah grumbles, before snapping her fingers "Mactavish."
Katie hums. She does that when she's thinking. Mariah thinks it might be to keep her from talking more to fill the silence, but she's never had any solid evidence that the habit started with her. Mariah glances up at her, Katie's scrolling through her phone, and turns the screen to her.
"This guy?" She asks, and Mariah nods, "Yeah I'm pretty sure he blew up the chem lab last semester, think he's stalking my professor."
"Which one?"
"The pretty one."
"You think all your professors are pretty," Mariah sighs.
"The mean pretty one." Katie set her phone down and resumes her studying.
"The married pretty one?" Mariah balks, Katie shrugs, "Man, that sucks. Shouldn't he be in therapy or something, and not stalking my discord?"
"We can only hope." Katie grumbles. Mariah pushes away from her friend's desk, spinning to address the pile of DMs and moderator messages on her computer screen. Ugh. How can she be expected to do any classwork with this sort of chaos dominating her screen?
Mariah sighs and scrolls back up to read through the slowly dwindling chaos. Life is hard when you run a semi-successful campus shipping discord.
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skeleboiii84 · 10 months
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RANDOM SHENANIGANS~✨
(I'm nu ded lol UwU you know the drill people ÚwÙ including Y/N!!) let's get this party started darlings
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Fresh: babbbbezzz
Y/N: yesssss?
Fresh: did you find my-
Y/N: what-
Fresh: are- are you actually studying-???
Y/N: ....yes- yes I am and I'm in severe mental depression please cuddle me TvT
Fresh: say less suga-
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Y/N: Killer! Get in the goddamn bath you STINK
Killer: *UNHINGED DEMON SCREECH*
Y/N: IT'S NOT THAT BAD-
Dust: what in the name of fuck is going on in-
Y/N: hey dust- you need a bath too actually
Dust: 👁👁
(Dust fuckin runs out the door as fast as possible)
Killer: ASSSSSHOOOOOOLLLLLEEEEE!!!!!!
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red: anytime one of you assholes fuckin give me attitude I'm hittin on Y/N-
Sans: so cool
Blue: so cool
Mutt: so cool
Stretch: so cool
Red: tf-
Sans: so cool
Red: shut up-
Stretch: so cool
Mutt: so cool-
Red: SHUT THE FUCK UP-
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Ink: heya human!
Y/N: H-
Error: SCREW YOU INK-
Ink: I didn't even do anything-
Fresh: bros got it worse than me-
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Dream: so you you two use pet names?
Nightmare: gross and cringe- wtf dream-
Y/N: nighty baby 🥺 there's a spider!!
Nightmare: I'll take care of it doll face-
Dream: .....
Nightmare: I'll kill you if you utter a word- OvO
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Temmie: HOI!! HOOMAN IS VERY PRETTY TEMMIE WANTS DATE!
Y/N; -3- you know what- let's do it I ain't got nothin better to do
Stretch, Red, Sans, Blue, edge: . . .
Stretch: nah because I know Temmie ain't got more Rizz than us-
Edge: YYYYYYY/NNNNNNNN
Y/N: oop! GOTTA BOUNCE-
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Butch: now I ain't gonna hurtcha doll~
Y/N: O3O
Butch: M'only gonna rip you open- and tear out your insides
Y/N: oooooooo lawd yes please ÚvÙ
Butch: tf-
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Y/N: thanks cross..holding me like this..its nice
Cross: heh heh..don't worry I just knew ya needed a hug is all
Killer: gay-
Y/N: where tf did you come from-
Killer: the bushes-
Y/N: I'm not gonna ask-
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Stretch: you can be anything you want
Y/N: can I be in Dem sweats you have on? (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)
Stretch: i- you- we- uh- but- HUH-
Y/N: .-w-.
Stretch: IT WAS A JOB STATEMENT- NOT A FUCK ME STATEMENT-
Y/N: difference beeeeeinggg?
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Hey y'all, I'm partly back to posting but as it goes my requests are still for the time being CLOSED and are not open but enjoy your feeding children
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chvoswxtch · 1 year
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hi court!!!! I devoured your frank castle fics, you just capture him so fucking perfectly!!! soooo, i’m usually pretty extroverted and outspoken and I feel like I see a lot of frank x shy reader. I was wondering if you were interested in potentially writing this request: frank and a pretty confident and extroverted reader (on the shorter and curvier side bc I’m self indulgent) who maybe feels a bit insecure because of a lack of romantic partners and whatnot and maybe they’re friends and something happens and frank just wants to show her how attractive he really finds her…
maybe this sparks some inspiration? i would love to read it, but either way I am obsessed with anything frank or matt you write!!!
ps: thank u for the follow now we’re moots and i’m so fucking excited!! xxx sending so much love your way
hi angel baby d!!!
first of all, thank you so much for your sweet words. i'm also so fucking excited to be moots now!!! as a short curvy girl myself, I happily self indulged on this with you. thank you so much for the request, angel. I wasn't sure if you wanted it to be spicy or not, so I left it open ended. but if you want a spicy follow up, i'd be more than happy to write it. ;) please enjoy this valentine's treat from me to you, love. ❤️
I know y'all didn't think I was gonna leave out my frankie girlies on valentine's day. everyone say thank you @neverlandcity. ❤️
warning: swearing (bc frankie), mentions of alcohol, & allusions to spiciness. word count: 1.7k
[part two]
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From the moment he met you, Frank hadn’t been able to shut you up. He always knew exactly what was on your mind because you had no problem speaking it. For someone so small, you sure as hell had the confidence of someone his size, and the attitude to match. He was certain it looked comical every time he had to haul you out of a bar over his shoulder when you tried to pick a fight with some asshole three times your size. Other times though, he just sat back and watched with a grin. After all, sometimes those shitheads earned it.
If there was one person in this entire world Frank was scared to death to piss off, it was you. But, he got lucky in that your patience with him seemed to be limitless. As much as he had tried to keep you at arms length when you two first met, you weren’t having any of that shit, and very quickly had won him over. You very easily became one of his favorite people, and overtime he eventually got used to keeping up with you. 
But tonight, you were quiet. 
Frank couldn’t think of a time since he’d met you that you had ever been quiet. There was the one time you lost your voice from having a cold, but that didn’t stop you from furiously going through two entire notepads in a three day span. He thought he’d enjoy the silence, but honestly he had gotten so used to your voice that it was unnerving not being able to hear it. There was an immense sense of relief he felt once you could talk again, even if you did sound like you smoked forty packs a day for a while. 
You hadn’t said more than ten words since you showed up at Frank’s door thirty minutes ago with a full bottle of tequila that was steadily being depleted. He cocked his head to the side as he studied you, noting the intense look of concentration on your features as you sliced up another lime in perfectly proportionate wedges. 
“Did someone die?”
You immediately paused, whipping your head around to face him as your brows knit together in the center of your forehead in clear confusion.
“What?”
“Just wonderin’ if someone died.”
“Uh…not that I know of?”
“Then what the hell you bein’ so quiet for?”
“What are you talking about?”
Frank leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes slightly as he studied your face.
“You’ve barely said a full goddamn sentence since you walked through that door, and you’re cuttin’ up that lime like you’re performin’ fuckin’ open heart surgery. Not to mention, that bottle was full thirty minutes ago.”
A scoff sounded from your lips as you squeezed the juice of one of the lime wedges into your glass and shrugged your shoulders.
“Yeah well, someone is a heavy handed bartender and likes their drinks strong.”
“You’re the one makin’ the drinks, sweetheart.”
Frank arched one of his brows with a smirk as you glared at him. Your lips parted as you went to retort, glancing between both of your glasses and the assembly line that you currently had going. You shook your head as you went back to fixing yourself another drink and flipped him off over your shoulder.
“Shut up.”
Frank rolled his eyes as he rubbed his palms down his face, eyeing you as you sat back down at the table across from him and sipped on your drink.
“Jesus, normally I can’t get you to shut the hell up and now I can’t get ya to talk to me? The hell’s that about?”
He could tell he was testing your patience by the way you narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips in displeased line.
“No one died, Frank.”
“Then what happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit.”
An exasperated groan left your lips as you set your glass on the table with a heavy thud, crossing your arms over your chest as you rolled your eyes.
“I had a shitty date last night and I wanted to drink about it. There. Will you quit being a dick now?”
Frank tensed up at the mention of the word date. 
Who the fuck did you go on a date with? Why didn’t you tell him? Since when were you dating? Wait…did you say-
“That bad?”
Your eyes instantly locked with Frank’s, and the emotion swirling around in them had him softening. You swallowed thickly and put your armor back up, rolling your eyes as you laughed dryly and downed another sip of your drink.
“I’ve had worse.”
As much as Frank didn’t wanna hear about you going on a date with some asshole, he did have a lot of questions.
“He uh…do somethin’?”
The nonchalance he had attempted had clearly failed by the smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.
“Nothing that warrants you going all “Punisher” on him.”
Frank cocked his head to the side slightly as he stared at you, tensing his jaw as his fingers twitched in his lap.
Anyone even fuckin’ lookin’ at you the wrong way would warrant that.
The smirk on your lips quickly fell when you noticed Frank was seriously considering the validity of your words. You let out a deep exhale as you stared down into your glass, swirling the contents around slowly.
“Just…not his type I guess.”
“The hell’s that s’posed to mean? He say that?”
You held your hand up as Frank sat up a little straighter in his seat, shaking your head as you chuckled dryly to yourself.
“He didn’t have to.”
Frank’s face fell at the dejection in your tone, but he was impossibly confused. There was a layer of scarlet starting to burn on your cheeks, and you prayed Frank would think it was from the tequila and not from the embarrassing truth. 
“I…I’m just…not what he wanted, and that’s fine, you know? I just wish I would’ve stalked his social media before the date, because then I would’ve known better than to go. I mean…all his exes were these like super tall, thin, bombshell supermodel types, and that’s just…not me.”
There was a rage flowing through Frank’s veins that he hadn’t felt in a long time. As much as you were trying to play it off, he knew you were upset. He could see the way your eyes glimmered as you gazed down into your glass. 
“Whatever. He was boring anyway.”
“He sounds like a bitch.”
A loud laugh slipped past your lips as you spit out your drink, covering your mouth as you stared at him incredulously and tried to speak through your giggles.
“God Frankie, tell me how you really feel.”
No one had called him Frankie since Russo, and the first time you had, he froze. He hadn’t expected to like the way it sounded coming from your lips so much. He tried to pretend like it annoyed him every time you called him that, but he secretly loved it. It was something that now belonged only to you. He’d never let anyone else use it.
Frank shook his head as he finished off his own drink, setting the glass down on the table a little harder than he had to as he scoffed.
“Fuckin’ idiot was probably intimidated.”
“Intimidated? Frank, I can’t reach the top of my fridge without a step stool.”
“I’m not talkin’ ‘bout your height, smartass. I meant by you.”
There was an edge to Frank’s voice that stunned you quiet and had your giggles immediately disappearing. He seemed genuinely pissed off about something, and there was a flame flickering dangerously in his eyes. He stared at you quietly for a moment, seemingly trying to gather his thoughts. Shaking his head slowly, a tiny smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.
“You’re smart, I mean really fuckin’ smart. Sometimes too smart for your own damn good. You’re funny, and you ain’t even gotta try to be. You got the biggest goddamn heart out of anybody I ever met. I know you talk a big game and you’re ‘bout five feet and some change of pure sass, but you give a shit, ya’know? I mean you care ‘bout people, always goin’ out of your way for everyone and shit. I mean hell, you intimidate the shit out of me, and I’m a man. I can only imagine how much you terrified that little boy.”
Your mouth hung open as you processed Frank’s words. There was so much venom in that last sentence alone that you were nearly speechless. 
“I…you’re…contractually obligated to say that.”
“The hell I am.”
“Frank-”
“A boy wants a girl, sweetheart. But a man…a man wants a woman, yeah? And you, darlin’, are all woman.”
You’d be a fucking liar if you said you didn’t find Frank attractive. But you certainly never thought he would ever see you that way. You thought he tolerated you at best considering you practically forced your friendship on him. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol simmering in your veins or his words buzzing in your ears, but there was something about the way he was looking at you right now that had warmth spreading throughout your lower half.
“I do.”
“What?”
Frank chuckled as a wolfish grin spread over his lips, nodding his head in your direction.
“You asked if I thought you were pretty.”
Your eyes doubled in size as your lips parted, blinking a few times to try and clear the drunken haziness that had started to cloud your judgment.
“Oh God…did I say that out loud? I don’t even-wait, what? You…you think I’m pretty?”
“I think you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”
Frank tilted his head to the side slightly as he let his eyes wander shamelessly over your body, clearly pleased with your reaction to his confession. He used his boot to kick his chair away from the table a bit so that he could spread his legs out as he faced you directly. He gently patted his thigh with one of his large hands as he stared at you with a smirk spreading over his mouth.
“Now, why don’t you c’mere and let me show you just how pretty I think you are, sweetheart.”
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"i'm thinkin' how she rides it, if she sits on it. (make it hard for me to stand up.)"
Hello, hello!!! Our lovely @dominimoonbeam wanted a lil moment between university freshman David and Darlin' when Darlin' pierces him and I said, absolutely ma'am give me a couple of months! So here we are, definitely on the more spicy side but I do try my best!!! And I couldn't resist the J. Cole lyric. And thank you to the amazing @cashandprizes for reassuring me that this is as hot as I think it is!!!
CW: University AU, David is a Business Major, Darlin' is a Poli Sci Major, They are both stupid and in love, No Angel and Sam AU, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Things get heated because piercings, A little bit of accidental grinding of the laps, Praise, ass grabbing, Just a jolly old good time, see domini i can do nice things to darlin, Minors Please Don't Interact, Mayhaps a part two where there will be actual fucking may come soon
click here for the ao3 link!!!
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There they were, sitting in the comfortable silence that they have both perfected. There’s no need to speak whenever they’re with him because a glance is all they both need. Eyes spill secrets that lips refuse to speak of, but at the risk of not getting sentimental, David called it their way of telling each other that they should ditch class together. If you had told a sophomore David that his favourite moments were when he was skipping classes that he paid thousands for to spend time with the pack’s resident bad wolf, he’d be convinced you got the wrong man, but here they were. 
Darlin’ had messaged him that they weren’t feeling well and wanted to stay home, and David being the good and whipped Beta he was, stayed back to help them. After their inevitable yet futile attempts to send him back to class, they’d relented and pulled out their textbooks. “If you’re going to skip class, then at least let’s be productive.” They sat down, motioning to David to join them on this impromptu study date- nope, nuh uh, he dares not be hopeful and call this a date.
So they sat in the silence that felt familiar and kept glancing at each other to make sure the other was doing ok. 
Right now, though, he was doing a whole lot more than glancing. More like gawking at the wolf in front of him. How could he not? They had a tank top on due to the heat, leaving scarred skin and muscle out on display for him. There was a reason everyone fell for Darlin’ at first sight and it wasn’t their dazzling smile or sweet glances. (They’d only show that part of them to the people they trust, and David likes to delude himself into thinking there are some looks that are reserved for him alone.)
David gave up on balancing his accounts and analyzing supply and demand graphs in favour of staring at their pretty face while they look over some policies for an essay. Their eyes rapidly firing between their computer and notebook, scrambling to write down the notes they needed for an essay. It was nice to see them relaxed like this Writing always brought a sense of peace to them. Watching them be able to translate the beautiful and complex ideas in their brain into words that only they could conceive.
Even after all these years, there still wasn’t a detail that went unnoticed by him.
“You got a new piercing?” His eyes stared at the silver piece on their nose. They’d talk about getting a nose piercing for a while now, and now that they’ve gotten it, it fits their face really well.
“Hm?” They ran a hand over their face in an attempt to wipe the tiredness away. “Oh yeah, got that one a couple of weeks ago.” Their eyes went back to their readings, but they continued speaking. “Hurt like a fuckin’ bitch. The lady had to give me shit ton of napkins to stop the blood and the tears.”
He scooted closer to them to take a closer look, fully giving up on his own assignments. “And do your parents know about this one?” He jested, but genuinely curious about their reaction.
They chuckled that infuriatingly soft laugh. “My mom took me to get it done, thank you very much. I’d have to be a real certified fool to think I can hide this from her.” Massaging their temples as a way to motivate them back into writing, they powered on with their essay. Always having more willpower than he could ever dream of.
He smirked, leaning in to whisper in their ear. Just blowing air on their ear was enough to make their breath hitch and body stiffen up. “Does she know about the belly button piercing? Or the tattoo on your thigh?” Both of which he’s had the pleasure of seeing on the nights he and the rest of the pack have gone out partying. Darlin’ would always be late, but the care they took in their outfit and appearance was always worth it. Not that they didn’t look beautiful all the damn time.
Finally putting their notebook down and turning off their laptop, Darlin’ turned towards him with a cocky grin. If they had moved any closer, their lips would have brushed against his. He wondered how soft their lips would be and how their scar would feel. Before he could delve deeper into his own desires, Darlin’ put a finger on his lip.
“You ain’t gonna tell my mama, are ya Davey?” A sultry voice with the rough accent he loved entered his ears, filling up his senses until it was all he could perceive. This was so unfair. It’s not his fault that he has a boring accent. And it was absolutely not his fault Darlin’s accent made his pants tight and heart pound. Very little in this world can make David Shaw blush, but hearing his fellow wolf laying on their accent thick was one of the few events that made his knees weak.
A silent nod was all the wolf needed to lean back and smile like nothing ever happened.
(Darlin’ will always deny two things for the rest of their life. One, their city accent is attractive in any way shape or form. Two, that David Shaw made their heart beat erratically when he smirks and leans in to whisper in their ear.)
Darlin’ got up to stretch their arms and legs, and David made sure to note the way their muscles moved under their skin and the little groans they let out. Oh, he’ll definitely remember those noises later. “I’m gonna grab some water, want some?”
David gave a nod and stood up, also wanting to stretch his limbs after sitting down for too long. And not because he wants to show off his muscles to them. No way.
The two wolves walked towards the kitchen, where David sat on the barstools and Darlin’ went over to the fridge to take out two bottles of water. Whether or not Darlin’ purposely bent over, showing off their ass in those sweatpants was a discussion for another day. Preferably when he is alone and with a hand down his pants. (He would love it for it to be theirs.)
Sipping on his water to try to cool himself down, a thought crosses his mind. He randomly thinks about something Milo and Asher had told him, and he wonders if Darlin’ shared the same sentiment.
“So um, weird question…” His voice trailed off when Darlin’ turned back around and focused their attention on him. Shit, shit. The question was embarrassing enough, but he didn’t truly understand how awkward it was to ask them directly. Or maybe thought he was weird. Or even worse creepy.
He didn’t notice that Darlin’ walked around the kitchen counter, standing in front of him with furrowed brows and head tilted. “Are you ok, David? You seem a lil’ flushed.” They placed their hand on his forehead to make sure his temperature was alright.
“Yeah, no, I’m fine. It’s just- I wanted to-” He stuttered and stumbled his way to find the right words to ask his deeply odd question, all the while Darlin’ didn’t interrupt him. They just nodded, urging him to take his time to find the proper way to ask. “Milo and Ash mentioned something… About tongue piercings and how good they felt… And uh…” Oh God, please end his suffering so he doesn’t have to live on.
Apparently God decided to further his suffering by making Darlin’ laugh at him. He can’t be too mad since their laugh is so heavenly, but seriously? Come on! He wants them to laugh with him, not at him. He crossed his arms huffed, looking to the side to hide his pouting face.
(Oh my God, Darlin’ would never say it to his face yet, but he looks so much like a puppy when he does that. He needs to stop right now before their heart explodes into a bunch of little wolf bits. And that’s a mess no one wants to clean up. Grim.)
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” They covered their mouth to muffle their laughter. Now hold on, they shouldn’t do that. If they’re doing it to save his dignity, then there’s no point! His dignity is gone so the least they can keep laughing so it’d been worth it.
Clearing their throat and wiping tears from their eyes, they stood up straight to ask the million dollar question on the tip of his tongue.
 “David Shaw, are you askin’ me if it feels good to get head from a person with a tongue piercin’?”
When they say it like that, he can see why it was silly that he couldn’t formulate a simple question. But have you considered that this is the wolf he’s been mildly attracted to (in other words, madly in love with) standing in front of him. Considering the attention and interest that they garner from the people around them, it makes it all the more important for him to be on his best behaviour. If he wants to be considered a potential mate, he cannot project any weakness in front of them. And that includes asking questions about sex and sexuality. How can he properly fuck them if he doesn’t know what they like?
He grunts and nods his head. “Yes, that is what I was asking about. Can you give me an answer?” Nice, holding his ground after an embarrassment like that is a good step towards recovery.
Darlin’ raised their eyebrow. “It feels real fuckin’ good.” They smirked, leaning slightly into David’s space. “The cold from the metal just makes me beggin’ for more.” The sultry voice from earlier returns and David fears for his pants durability. They placed a hand on his thigh to push themselves higher to look him in the eye. “Do you want one?”
(It was cool and this is ok. Their banter together, Darlin’s flirting and their touchy habits is just who they are. From the outset, Darlin’ seemed like a person who didn’t want to be touched and for the most part they would be right. They were only like this with the few people they found attractive and their close friends. He had seen them pull the same moves and use the same lines from before. There was nothing special about the things they were doing or saying to him. Maybe they found amusement in the flustered state they reduced him too, but that can be said about anyone else.)
(To Darlin’, this was all a game. But it’s a game he’s willing to play to keep them close to him.)
David scoffed, getting up from the chair and went to grab more water. Was it always this hot at this time in the year? “No, it was just a question,” he replied rapidly, chugging down the water to cool himself off again.
From the corner of his eyes, he could see Darlin’ leaning their upper body against the counter, hand holding their face and with a shit-eating grin.
“Aww, what a shame. You’d look hot as shit with one.”
He knows that they’re egging him on. All of this was only to get himself riled up and say something stupid. Or look stupid. It’s the same stuff that got him in so much trouble in high school and he refuses to let it continue now. He’s in university. He’s an adult. So there’s no way some childish instigation would make him say-
“Ok, where can I get one?”
…David Shaw, you dumb bitch.
Darlin’ rolled their eyes. “Ha, ha, I was only kiddin’. There’s no way you’re not lyin’.” When all they were met was silence, their eyes widened. “Holy shit, you’re actually serious. Are you ok? Did you hit your head on the way here?” 
“Yes, I am serious and no, I didn’t hit my head.” He crossed his arms defensively. “If you say it’ll be a good look for me, then let’s do it. Where do we have to go?” David was seldom known for his spontaneous attitude, but they always had a way of bringing that impulsive side of him out.
Looking around the room, Darlin’ put their hands behind their back and stretched their arms. “Well I can do it.” They cut David and his concerns and his complaints off with a wave of their hand. “And before you worry, yes I know what I’m doin’, I’ve done it before and you’re in good hands.” They walked to the fridge and pulled out a tequila bottle. David dare not ask where they got it from.
“Here,” they offered the bottle to the baby Alpha. “Take a sip, then go to the bathroom. I got spare toothbrushes under the sink, use one to clean your tongue then meet me out here.” Once David took the bottle, Darlin’ turned to their room to grab something.
Shaking himself out of a daze, he asked, “Wait, what’s the bottle for?” It doesn’t seem like alcohol and piercings should go hand in hand like this.
Darlin’ gave an easy smile and reassured him, “It’s to make sure you don’t feel too much pain. Trust me, it helps.” With a nod, they walked back into the room, leaving David alone in the kitchen.
There were a handful of people David trusted in his life, and there were even fewer that he would trust with something like this. He stared at the bottle, knowing if he drank it, he would be fully committing to this wacky plan. But if he could trust anyone who would hold his life in their hands, gently and with care, it would be Darlin’. So he popped the bottle open and took a sip of the tequila. 
He wiped his mouth and walked to the bathroom. It would take a bit before the alcohol takes its course, so he had some time to brush. He opened the bathroom door, looking at himself in the vanity mirror. This was so stupid and so was he when it comes to them. He bent over to the cabinet under the sink, a slight nausea overcoming him. He took the toothbrush out and went along with brushing his teeth and tongue.
Once he spent a good 5 minutes brushing (he cannot have Darlin’ think he has bad breath), he took the mouthwash from the vanity cabinet and swirled it in his mouth. Just a precaution and it never hurts to be safe than sorry. He remembers the pain Asher went through with his infected piercings and he refuses to go through the same.
He could feel the booze hitting his brain, needing to shake his head to keep himself awake. It really is such a miracle that he was such a lightweight at his size. He stumbled back to the living room, looking at the assignments he chose to abandon for a more worthwhile experience. Plopping himself on the couch, he waited for Darlin’ to come back, while letting his head get heavy. Hopefully, Darlin’ will come out before he passes out.
Luckily, Darlin’ entered the living room with latex gloves on their hands and a bunch of needles in their arms. In his drunken stupor, he had to hold back a moan when he saw them. They look so fucking good in those tight sweatpants and that tanktop, and the alcohol made him want to… express his appreciation. 
They set their tools on a towel beside David, setting it up for a smooth procedure. “Ok, everythin’ on my end is ready, you done brush your tongue?” He nodded his heavy head and smiled at Darlin’ appreciative ‘yay’. “Good shit. Now, can I sit on your lap?”
Absolutely. Yes. 100%, you will not hear any complaints from him. He may not know why they needed to, but he will gladly let it happen. He thought he hid the confusion in his eyes well, but leave it to Darlin’ to pick at every little expression. “I need a good look at your tongue and sittin’ on your lap makes it easier for me to not fuck up.” That’s a good enough reason for him, so he nodded. Darlin’ thanked him, and gently sat in his lap.
(Darlin’ had done this a billion times before, but sitting in the other person’s lap was something they never needed to do.)
The weight of their body on his lap was heavenly, providing pressure and touch at the right areas. If he was a weaker man, he would have grabbed their hips and started to move them against his crotch. He wonders about how they would act if he grinds up against them. Would they let out breathy moans or shallow groans? Would they be loud or quiet? Would they fight against his hold or let him do whatever he pleased? So many different trains of thought, all of them involving him inside of them, wherever that might be.
He’s begrudgingly heard from other people about how good they are in bed. He wonders if he can put some of those rumours to the test.
“Ok, couple of things before I start,” they said in a stern voice. David widened his fatigued eyes at their tone. “One, you gotta stay still for me. I know it’s gonna hurt, but I don’t wanna mess up the needle placement. And second,” they grabbed his hands and put them on their thighs. “Squeeze them if you’re in pain.” David wonders if he’s in heaven, being able to hold them this close and gripping their thighs. He could feel the tensing and relaxing of their muscles, and he wonders if they’re just as nervous as he is.
With a nod and a quiet whisper, they say, “Good, now open that mouth for me and stick your tongue out.” Not even a second into this and Darlin’s voice is already making him lose his mind. He does what they say, letting them see every little corner of his mouth and tongue. They grabbed his chin and pulled him closer, their eyes examining his tongue. 
The nausea from the alcohol mixed with the anxiety of the anticipation and the butterflies Darlin’ gave him made his stomach twist and convulse in the sickets way. He knew he couldn’t move, lest they mess up at his expense, so he does what comes natural to him. David absentmindedly traced the muscles and scars he could feel from over their sweatpants. Trailing his hands from their hips all the way down to their knees and back up. He started off with fleeting touches, ready to back off if they asked him to. But with no objection from the wolf in his lap, he let his touches become firmer. Soft grazes turned into borderline lustful strokes. He could feel the bruises form under his fingertips. He wonders if he can leave bite marks later.
There was a morbid curiosity in him that wonders what would happen if he thumbed their inner thigh. Would they like it? Would they let him trail his hand higher? Questions he desperately needed answers to, but not right now.
His pondering was cut off by Darlin’ shifting to grab some tool, causing them to grind into his lap. The pleasure shot up to his brain and woke David up immediately. This was it. He was a goner. Is he also supposed to keep any sounds in? That’s just cruel and vile. 
They help up a tweezer-like to David’s eyes. “This here is a forceps clamp. I’m gonna use it to minimize as much of the bleedin’, ok?” A nod from him prompted Darlin’ to clamp his tongue. It was a weird sensation, but the alcohol made it barely noticeable. 
Happy with the placement after checking for the major veins under his tongue, they held his shoulders. “Ok, this is your last chance to back out. Once the needle goes in, I can’t take it out. You still wanna do this?” This should be the time David really reconsiders his decision. Like, does he really want this piercing? Is it even worth it?
“Aww, what a shame. You’d look hot as shit with one.”
He couldn't reply properly on account of the clamp on his tongue, but he let out a string of sounds that sounded like, “Alright, let’s do it.” He clenched his eyes and grasped their thighs with a vice grip. He may have not seen a person get pierced before, but he can imagine how fucking painful a needle through the tongue could be. Sure the tequila would help, but like, needle through the tongue. Ouch.
Sensing the stress from David, Darlin’ placed a hand on his face, thumbing his jaw. “Hey, you’re gonna be alright. I won't lie, it’ll hurt like a bitch, but you’re in good hands, I promise.” They said with such a soft voice, so full of conviction, he thinks that the process would be painless. They moved their hands to his chest, “Just breathe in and out.” Maybe, if he focuses on the fluttery feeling they’re giving him everything will be ok.
When his breathing evened out, Darlin’ gently held his chin with one hand and held the needle with the other. “Dig your nails into me if it gets too much, but don’t move.” With that, they gently began the piercing process and David stopped himself from jerking backwards.
The pain was awful. He had tears in his eyes and body was stiff. The best way he could describe the feeling was as if he could feel every part of the believed pain that comes from morphing from his human form to a wolf. Luckily the tequila helped a little with the pain.
In a delirious state of pain and inebriation, his hands slid up their thighs and to their ass. He needed something with more resistance, fearing that if he kept gripping their thighs, he’d soon draw blood. And also, he’s not going to give up a chance to grab their ass. His fingers dug into his backside, feeling the soft muscles clenching underneath. Darlin’s body stopped for a good micro-second, and they let out a soft moan that David will absolutely be saving for later.
Darlin’ stopped for a moment, hearing the pained whimpers David let out. “Shhh, you’re doing so well,” they whispered. “There’s only a lil’ bit left, you’re almost there.” Their raspy voice mixed with their praise for him had his pants get even tighter. At this point he’s absolutely sure Darlin’ can feel his dick through his jeans, if the quiet moan was any indicator. He’s glad they’re being affected the same way he is.
A few seconds later, he felt the needle exit his tongue, with the piercing replacing it. The worst of the pain was over, hallelujah. They attached the ball at the other end of the piercing. They took their gloves off and kept holding his chin, admiring their handiwork. “You did amazing, David.” Once Darlin’ was satisfied, they got up, heading back to the kitchen.
Oh no, oh no no no no. He has a full on boner and nothing to hide with. He frantically looked around the living room, eyeing the small blanket. David placed the blanket on his lap, letting out a sigh of relief. Now if only Darlin’ could relieve him in other ways.
Darlin came back into the room with some mouthwash, a cup and ice. “Rinse your mouth with this and spit in the cup. It’ll hurt, but you gotta do it,” they said as they handed the cup and mouthwash to him. He did as they said, rinsing his mouth and spitting out blood and mouthwash into the cup. Gross.
“Open your mouth again for me?” There was no hesitation in his action, letting Darlin’ have complete control of him. “You’re such a good boy, Davey. Listenin’ to me so well.” They chuckled at David’s deadpan expression. They took the ice and placed it on the piercing. David groaned at the feeling, the cold ice soothing his swollen tongue. “Oh my David, what a sound.” Kill him now. 
They shook their head and their voice got serious. “Some aftercare shit. Wash your mouth with salt water and mouthwash twice a day. No solid food for a couple of days, don’t worry I have soup with me. No smokin’ or alcohol for 2 weeks.” They got closer, leaning over his body, whispering in his ear. “And no oral sex for 4 to 6 weeks, but I’ll be here so you can put that piercing to use.” They leaned back like nothing happened, going back to their ignored assignment.
David can’t wait to wring out every little sound Darlin’ let out. Maybe it will lead to something more.
(Darlin’ spent that night with a hand down their pants, thinking about how David’s new piercing would feel inside them. Maybe they can convince him to get a Jacob’s Ladder next.)
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