I ALWAYS COME BACK

bully tsukishima who gets extremely jealous when he saw you laughing with hinata one day and for the next week he was especially mean to you as punishment. he cornered you after you left hinata and like a deer in headlights you froze while he glared at you, shoving you against the wall calling you a slut. tsukishima who is such a bully he laughs in your face while you're at the vending machine, sneering at you because of course you'd be at the vending machine where else would you be. while he's there he can't help but look at your plush thighs when you bend down to get your snack wishing that you had your skirt rolled up higher so he could see your ass. tsukishima who thought he was jealous before but then he thought he saw you and yamaguchi checking each other out when getting food from the vending machine, leading to him following you around all week as he calls you a whore and a slut while you tremble and try to hide from him whenever you spot him, only resulting for him to do it more as you tear up and shake. he's making you cry so much this week that all he can think about is every time he hears you cry and sniffle he wants to shove his cock down your throat as you look up at him with tears running down your face.

“Work-out Buddies ”𓆪

⚠︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀᴛ⚠︎

—𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬 ! * nsfw. Smut, drabble/scenario

—𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑺 ! *size kink/difference, baby trapping, creampie, struggling, dacryphilia, overstimulation, slight choking, cunnilingus, suggestive thoughts, dub-con, pinning, overprotective, slight blood, reader implied small, virgin reader, scratching, marking, slight age gape(26-31), unprotected sex, fingering, pretty sure i missed one, bad smut

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒊’𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 !* Credit to @smuthospital since they have a problem of me forgetting(and i don't wanna start drama at all)

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💌Yandere! Male work out buddy who absolutely loves your body. Rather you'd be insecure about it, he still loves your body. He glares at any men that dares to spare a glance at you while you exercise since you have short shorts that keep riding up your thighs.

🎀Yandere! Male work out buddy who gets boners every time you greet him. You're just so shorter than him he has to constantly look down when you get his attention.

💌Yandere! Male work out buddy wishes you aren't seeing lovers when you leave the gym. He wants you all for himself, to protect you from the world.

🎀Yandere! Male work out buddy who daydreams about you on his cock 24/7. Just to see you struggle to take his big girthy, long cock into your sopping cunt.

💌Yandere! Male work out buddy gets off to you when you wear those short shorts again. You can barely maintain eye contact when you talk to him. He could see the visible sweat running down your forehead. He also loves that about you.

~~~Quick drabble

You were currently a little late to the meeting you had with your work out buddy. You stumbled through the automatic doors of the gymnasium and ran to the occupied area of where your work out buddy was.

He was listening to music through he wireless headphones, not paying attention to any surrounding noises or people. You sat your stuff down on a bench next to his stuff and got yourself ready by doing quick stretches.

You jogged over to him while he was bench pressing with a relaxed face. You lightly tapped him on his bulky shoulders that were exposed due to him wearing a black muscle shirt.

He opened one eye to see your small figure staring at him. You quickly looked away while red stared to burn your cheeks. He internally chuckled and placed the weights back in position.

"Hey Y/n, are you ready?" He asked. You asked him if he could help you lift weights since you are getting there to lift. You nodded quickly still not giving a single glance.

He wants you to look at him. "Are you sure?" You nodded again this time fiddling with your fingers. He smiled at you and walked off signaling you to follow him.

He took you to the weights that weren't as heavy and could support your body structure.

You got under the weights with him behind you in case you drop the weights on you. He was vigorously close to you. So close that you could feel the bulge of his cock rubbing against your ass.

You both got into position and squatted down. He didn't want to take control over your body. You squatted down fully but he was mostly down to your lower back.

"I-it's a bit m-much.." you trailed off your voice.

"We could stop if you don't wanna go too far." He replied.

"Nhh.. No it's fine." You groaned.

You managed to squat down almost close to the floor but let out a deepened breath. "O-okay, can we stop now?" You panted.

He nodded and put the weights back in place. You went over and sat over at a bench, panting as hard as a dog that ran a mile.

"Here," he said handing you a water bottle. You grabbed it and took a big sip.

Sweat was dripping down your body and he wanted to take advantage of that. He wipped the sweat off your forehead which made you pause in your tracks. You felt yourself getting warmer and just looked down at the low carpeted floor.

He audibly chuckled at your antics. He got up and went over to pack up for the day, grabbing his and your bags, "Wanna come over to my house to make a protein shake?" He asked looking over his shoulder at you.

"I-I don't k-know. I d-don't wanna be a bother.." you trailed off while shakily playing with your fingers.

He grabbed you by your wrist. "Don't worry, it won't be." He gave you a calming smirk but you didn't know the true intentions behind it.

You nodded and let him drag you off to automatic doors leading outside of the gymnasium. You both walked into the parking lot and went over to his car. He has a nice car surprisingly.

He went over to the passenger side and opened the door for you. You oblige and gave him a nervous smile.

He shut the door and went over to the driver's side.

A few minutes passed and you arrived at a luxurious apartment complex. You stared in awe at the minimalist apartment.

"Wow, you live here?" You looked at him with your doe eyes which made his heart jump. "Yeah, it's not much." Your jaw dropped but quickly closed it.

You both got out of the car and you grabbed the bags of gym equipment. He ran to your side and took the bags out of your grasp. You gave a look of concern but shook it off.

You both arrived at his apartment door and he unlocked it. He had a simple color theme: Beige, darker beiges, and black.

He told you to make yourself at home. You walked towards the kitchen and sat on one of the barstool chairs.

He didn't want to make a protein shake with you. He wanted you, to breed you to the brim. Some way somehow he'd get you to have sex with him. Even if he has to manipulate you into saying sex is a better exercise.

"Hey, you still wanna make them?" You asked glancing away from your phone. "We'll do that later. C'mere," he said motioning you to follow him.

"U-uhh, sure." You said placing your phone face down on the counter top.

You followed him to his room with a king sized bed for a single guy. "H-hey, are you single?" You asked. "Why? Are you interested?" He had a smirk in his voice.

You started to panic. "N-no! It's b-because you have a king- s-sized bed.." you replied shyly. "Don't worry your pretty little head, I live alone." You let out a relieved sigh.

"So what are we gonna do?" You asked.

"There's one thing I wanna do." You tilted your head waiting for him to continue. "Theres this exercise that helps with stamina and helps it build up quickly." He said.

"W-what's it called?" You kept your head tilted.

"It's called 'sex'." He said with a poker face. Your face went up into flames(not fire), you were pretty sure intercourse wasn't for exercise purposes, maybe for practicing but not that.

"I-if it helps w-with my stamina they y-yeah.." you said. You felt the lower part of your body throbbing at the thought of that.

You noticed he had a big bulge in his pants that stuck up.

He grabbed you by the wrist and slammed you on the bed. You yelped as he ripped your sports bra off exposing your tits. The cool air brushed against your nipples which made them harden.

"I'll buy you new ones." His voice was laced with lust and need. His eyes were glowing a lighter shade.

He ripped off your shorts and tossed them somewhere on the carpeted floor. "I don't think you need preparation due to how wet you are, hmm?" He said while rubbing your clit. Your breathing got faster and your eyes were half lidded. You were squirming a bit much which made him grip your waist tightly which caused a yelp to leave your mouth.

He stuffed two fingers inside your cunt which you moaned loudly at.

He fingered you at a steady pace and you were already close to coming. Your panting got more faster as you were now close. He pulled out his fingers before you could come.

"W-why'd you st-" you got cut off by feeling his long, girthy cock tap your thigh. Your eyes widen at the sight.

You gulped and whined as he aligned the tip of his cock against your pussy. He slowly pushed in, being addicted to you squeezing around his cock. It felt as if he was splitting you into two.

You screamed loudly and he had to place his hand on your throat. "Do you want the neighbors to think I'm killing someone?" He gave you a very serious look. You shook your head quickly and he picked up the pace of rocking his hips back and forth.

Your juices were webbed around his cock. A prominent bulge appeared in your stomach as he rammed into your cervix.

His thrust got faster which startled you a bit and caused you to scratch him. You scratched him hard it was easy enough to draw blood which it did.

He let out a pained groan and leaned down to your neck to place a bite mark on your neck. You were sure people could see it if you didn't cover it.

His thrust got sloppier and you came for the nth time.

You let out a loud moan which caused him to release sticky ropes of cum into you which reached your cervix.

You were both on edge of panting. He was still letting loads of cum into your hole. You were sure to get pregnant and thats what he wanted.

))): Price pinning you in mating press, fucking into your sopping cunt until every thought has left your head, unable to even produce moans as he slams right into your sweet spot, leaking tip kissing your cervix as he watches with a smile on his face, watching how your eyes roll into the back of your head, mouth dropped in a silent scream as he feels your needy pussy milking his cock

“that’s it pretty, just lay there and take it.”

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He was hot for this

i can’t believe some people have the fucking audacity to bring others down to feel better about themselves. even when we know HE ISNT SATISFIED WITH HIMSELF. just what type of person does that? honestly i don’t understand so i’m sharing this today, because although it may get lost in thousands of others i need others to see it. so,

han jisung,

please, please never listen to them. they are wrong, you have thousands of people who love and adore you because you are YOU.

first, you are handsome, beautiful, adorable and anything you ever want to be. your eyes shine with hope even on the darkest of days and it brings light to everyone else. your smile is contagious, your lips form into a heart shape that is absolutely adorable, just seeing you smile, seeing you looking truly happy is enough for me. that’s what you deserve in your life.

your hair, oh my god where do i start, how badly would i love to touch it, to run my fingers through your always fluffy hair. you are such a beautiful human being i don’t know how you’re real.

second, at just 18 years old look how far you’ve come in life. we don’t deserve someone so damn talented, i love listening to your rap when new songs come out, it’s so captivating with your lyrical style and such a bop when you spit fire.

not only can you rap but you can sing, and i don’t know how but it is something just amazing to listen to, you can reach those high notes after you practice for so long. and i know how much you work, i know, and i don’t want you to overwork yourself. the lyrics you and the other members come up with are so meaningful and thought out, sometimes i wonder if you have the whole world figured out at such a young age. you write to tell a story, to send a message, to make others feel better. and trust me, it really works.

although it may be looked over by others, your dancing is amazing. you just flow with the music and you work with it so well. you can master anything and everything when you try your best, and i know you do everyday.

i hope you know others care for you, that you’re being loved everyday, i hope you eat and rest well and always remember to take care of yourself. i hope you know how much i love you, how much WE love you. there were so many times when i wasn’t feeling too well that day but just seeing your smile or listening to your voice? instantly better. just the other week i was having a bad day, literally yelling at everyone. i pressed shuffle play on my playlist and your rap during get cool just shoved a smile on my face no matter how hard i attempted to make it go away.

i hate that you aren’t happy with yourself, because i am, i am so happy you exist, so happy that i can wake up and listen to your voice. look at your photos, knowing i may never see you in real life breaks my heart everyday but i know you bless those who have that chance.

i know you don’t post much on instagram, maybe your scared? not happy with how you look? and just the thought of that hurts me so much, your photos are so cute, so adorable no matter what you do. later on i hope to see more

you are so caring, so thoughtful of everyone around you, know that. i need to know that you know. i wish i could tell you in person, i wish so badly i could hold your hands and tell you that i won’t let anyone hurt you. that you are so talented, and beautiful and kind. you’re so kind. you may not even realize it.

what would i give to make sure you know all this

anything

anything and everything

because you deserve it, i don’t give a shit about what anyone else says, and neither should you, you’re too good for that. there’s so much more i could write, i could probably write 500 pages on the 18 years that you have lived, but not today. i’ll do that another time. but today, just today i want you to know

you, han jisung are perfect in every way, we need no more, no less. we love YOU just as you are. because you are everything we could ever need.

Father’s Friend! John Price Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, Forbidden Romance, Age Gap, Implied Smut, Brief Descriptions of Smut, Cock Warming, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Cum Inflation, Stomach Bulging, Teasing, Older Man/Younger Reader, Pet Names, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

He tells you to keep quiet when you’re being intimate; he silences you with a sibilant “Shhh,” when your moans get too loud, telling you to “Keep your voice down, Sweetheart. Wouldn’t want your dad to walk in on his precious little angel getting fucked by his best friend.”

He’s a tease, too. “Or, maybe that’s what you want. Want me to fill you up and send you out there with your belly pumped full of me. Show em all how much you like getting speared by an older man’s cock.”

And if he finds it you’re going on a date with someone who isn’t him — WHOO, that will NOT end well for you.

He’ll bend you over the nearest sirface and pound into you. Gently enough that you can still walk after the encounter, but hard enough to remind you who you belong to.

“Can he fuck you like this?” John pants, teeth gritted and eye twitching as he feels you clenching around him, speechless. Drooling onto the cover of your bed beneath you. His hand slides up your front. Presses into your stomach. He growls as he feels himself there, his tip throbbing inside you. “D’you think he can make you feel like this?”

And when your date arrives to pick you up, he watches you walk, a hand placed over your stomach to hide the bump formed there, your thighs together pressed together to try and stop John’s semen from leaking into your underwear. And John watches you, a thin, sly smile on his face as your gaze finds his. He waves you off, knowing you’ll back. For more. For him.

For the rest of the evening, all Price can think of is you trying to go about your business knowing that you harbour a secret in your stomach; namely his cum sloshing around inside you. He can just imagine the surprise on your date’s face if you decided to get intimate with him, only for him to tear your underwear off and find you already wet with another man’s cum oozing from your hole and rolling down your thighs in thick globs.

John’s life has been a series of high-action, adrenaline-filled moments. But none of those compare to when the two of you are hiding your forbidden relationship from everyone around you.

Price’s unwavering love of cock warming has almost led to the two of you being caught multiple times; namely when you’ve been sat on John’s lap, squirming as his dick lays nestled deep inside you, only for someone to come bursting through the door, making you jump, tighten around John. He has to try and stifle the guttural growl clawing up his throat you’re squeezing — milking — him in your moment of panic.

Luckily, John’s ridiculously large desk - the one you’d often remarked he only got to comfortably fuck you on - hides what lays beneath the surface of this particularly dark and colossal iceberg. It conceals the outline of John’s cock inside you, the material of your shirt seemingly too thin for the job.

John dismisses the person who rudely interrupted you. Sure, they gave the two of you a strange look upon seeing you sat in John’s lap, but as far as that person’s concerned, that’s all it is. Flirting at most.

John’s interest in you isn’t purely sexual, though. He cares for you. Truly and utterly. You remind him of the feeling of first love — the one he never got.

He takes you out to fancy restaurants, ones far enough out of town that nobody knows who either of you are, letting you act open with each other. Hand holding, forehead touches, fingers running up your thigh, quick kisses, slow kisses, kisses that stray into dark waters.

Speaking of a hand running up your thigh; John’s classic, default move whenever you’re at a crowded event together (especially in the presence of people you know). You and John always sit beside each other, which always leads to his hand slipping beneath the tablecloth and up your leg, stopping only when he reaches the warmest spot — the inside of your thigh.

And he does this all while maintaining conversations with other people while you’re left mute and wanting.

Of course, he always delivers.

He’ll pull your underwear to the side and start toying with you. Gently, at first, his pace slow as not to attract attention. Then, when your face starts to get red and your voice is but a string of whimpers, he leans in, closely, so you can smell his cologne that charges hundreds by the drop, feel his beard tickling the side of your face, and whispers: “Don’t get yourself all worked up, Love. We’re with guests, after all.”

John will never let you cum under these circumstances. He’ll take you to a nice and isolated room and have his way with you until you’re having to lean on him for the rest of the evening, his arm about your waist and his semen pooling in your underwear. Heavy. A mistaken gesture of friendship.

If anyone ever did get suspicious of your relationship, John would tell you immediately.

“I can’t risk losing you,” he’d say, stare solemn. “We’ll have to keep our distance — just for the time being.”

God forbid you start crying, otherwise he’s on his knees, taking your hand in his and pressing long, deep kisses to your knuckles, his breath nigh-frantic and hot against your skin.

“I promise, Darling, this is only temporary.”

It would have to be, because John can’t go two minutes without thinking of you, needing you.

He sees something that’s your favourite colour in a shop window ? There you are, in the forefront of his mind.

You still interact with each other, of course, but you can’t be as close to one another as you’re used to being. As you’d like to be.

John can only watch you as you fraternise with other guests, party-goers, your father’s lawn party a hit. And yet all he can think about is having you by his side, fingers interlocked and looking down at you with all the love he’s never been able to give to anyone else.

These avoidant periods usually always end with John coming to your door and knocking profusely, his visage that of a man who’s seen nothing but ghosts all his life. And he takes you in his arms, pressing kisses to every inch of your face, leaving the two of you gasping for breath by the end of it, his eyes filled with adoration he’s never known and will only ever know for you.

Usually, you can expect a mountain of gifts to be waiting for you after your suspicion avoidance era ends - a collage of everything John collected that reminded him of you in your absence.

Some of it he purchases solely for you to wear for him and him alone, to put on a show for him. Sure, it’ll get torn off shortly after, but John can’t deny that you look like a present wrapped up just for him to unravel, to ravage.

Clothes, jewellery, accessories, shoes; he watches you wear them out and about. Something about seeing you wearing things he’s bought for you sends him feral — the fact that you’re drenched in his wealth while nobody else knows what lies beneath the surface. Beneath the layers of satin and silk and silver are the remnants of the night before. Teethmarks, bruises, scratches; the etchings of hours of pure, uninterrupted love-making. Breathless confessions, promises of a life together where you don’t have to hide your love.

Every outfit, every coat, is the disguise for many a night more.

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Parents should not be reading your journals

Parents should not be searching through your trash 

Parents should not be snooping on your private social media messages 

Parents should not be taking your bedroom door off 

Parents should not be invading your privacy 

Summary: Task Force 141 operates successfully without an omega, at least that’s what Price has been saying since its formation. Two alphas and two betas balance the pack just fine, and they have the numbers to prove it.

It works for a while, until the Omega Initiative is born and the 141 find themselves having to adjust to the sudden addition of an omega to their pack. Fresh out of an institute, you’re hardly fit for their secretive, dangerous world, or so Price thinks. 

As each member of the team gets closer to you, things begin to come to light, not only about you but about the decision to force you into their lives.

Maybe, just maybe, Price was wrong and the 141 does need an omega after all. 

Pairings: Poly 141 x reader, Price x Gaz, Ghost x Soap

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, NSFW content, explicit smut, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), knotting, biting, claiming, mating cycles, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, age differences, military inaccuracies, canon typical violence, blood, weapons, language, no use of Y/N, brief torture, hurt/comfort, let's be real this is so unrealistic but it's a/b/o you're not here for accuracy.

Chapters containing smut are marked with a *

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CRCB DIRECTORY

Part 1 - The Omega

Chapter 1 - The Introduction

Chapter 2 - Adjustments

Chapter 3 - Speak Their Language

Chapter 4 - You Can Be Useful

Chapter 5 - What I Want *

Part 2 - The Bond

Chapter 6 - One Step Closer *

Chapter 7 - Sweet Strawberry

Chapter 8 - The Thing About Ghost

Chapter 9 - Save Me

Chapter 10 - Treat Me Gently*

Part 3 - The First Heat

Chapter 11 - It's Coming

Chapter 12 - Fire In My Veins*

Chapter 13 - Piece Me Back Together*

Chapter 14 - The Aftermath*

Part 4 - The New Normal

Chapter 15: Bonnie*

Chapter 16: Big Brown Eyes *

Chapter 17: Alone

Chapter 18: Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 19: Daddy Issues

Chapter 20: The New Normal *

Chapter 21: Crime and Punishment *

Chapter 22: I Won't Be Gentle

Part 5 - A Pack of Five

Chapter 23: Regrets

Chapter 24: The Last First Time *

Chapter 25: Animals *

Chapter 26: Fuck *

Chapter 27: Drown In It *

Chapter 28: Two Is Company, Three Is A Party *

Chapter 29: There's Something Wrong With My Omega

Part 6 - The Tragedy

Chapter 30: Butterfly's Wings

Chapter 31: Forced Proximity

Chapter 32: The Tragedy

Chapter 33: Ghosts of the Past

Chapter 34: The Whole Truth

Part 7 - The Aftermath

Chapter 35: Threads

Chapter 36: To The Sea

Chapter 37: The Silence

Chapter 38: Shattered

Chapter 39: Life

Part 8 - The Next Chapter

Chapter 40: Where Do We Go From Here

Chapter 41: Revenge

Chapter 42: Comfort and Joy

Chapter 43: Lies

Chapter 44: Little Shit

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