#A Shameless Little Con

[jolieeason]

Bookish Travels: March 2025 Destinations

I saw this meme on It’s All About Books and decided to do it once a month. Many thanks to Yvonne for initially posting this!! This post is what it says: Places I travel to in books each month. Books take you to places you would never get to. Enjoy my travels and please let me know if you have read these books. Countries I visited the most: United States, Canada, England States/Provinces I…

[artisimpossible]

Saw a fun little conversation on Threads but I don't have a Threads account, so I couldn't reply directly, but I sure can talk about it here!

I've been wanting to get into this for awhile, so here we go! First and foremost, I wanna say that "Emmaskies" here is really hitting the nail on the head despite having "no insider info". I don't want this post to be read as me shitting on trad pub editors or authors because that is fundamentally not what's happening.

Second, I want to say that this reply from Aaron Aceves is also spot on:

There are a lot of reviewers who think "I didn't enjoy this" means "no one edited this because if someone edited it, they would have made it something I like". As I talk about nonstop on this account, that is not a legitimate critique. However, as Aaron also mentions, rushed books are a thing that also happens.

As an author with 2 trad pub novels and 2 trad pub anthologies (all with HarperCollins, the 2nd largest trad publisher in the country), let me tell you that if you think books seem less edited lately, you are not making that up! It's true! Obviously, there are still a sizeable number of books that are being edited well, but something I was talking about before is that you can't really know that from picking it up. Unlike where you can generally tell an indie book will be poorly edited if the cover art is unprofessional or there are typoes all over the cover copy, trad is broken up into different departments, so even if editorial was too overworked to get a decent edit letter churned out, that doesn't mean marketing will be weak.

One person said that some publishers put more money into marketing than editorial and that's why this is happening, but I fundamentally disagree because many of these books that are getting rushed out are not getting a whole lot by way of marketing either! And I will say that I think most authors are afraid to admit if their book was rushed out or poorly edited because they don't want to sabotage their books, but guess what? I'm fucking shameless. Café Con Lychee was a rush job! That book was poorly edited! And it shows! Where Meet Cute Diary got 3 drafts from me and my beta readers, another 2 drafts with me and my agent, and then another 2 drafts with me and my editor, Café Con Lychee got a *single* concrete edit round with my editor after I turned in what was essentially a first draft. I had *three weeks* to rewrite the book before we went to copy edits. And the thing is, this wasn't my fault. I knew the book needed more work, but I wasn't allowed more time with it. My editor was so overworked, she was emailing me my edit letter at 1am. The publisher didn't care if the book was good, and then they were upset that its sales weren't as high at MCD's, but bffr. A book that doesn't live up to its potential is not going to sell at the same rate as one that does!

And this may sound like a fluke, but it's not. I'm not naming names because this is a deeply personal thing to share, but I have heard from *many* authors who were not happy with their second books. Not because they didn't love the story but because they felt so rushed either with their initial drafts or their edits that they didn't feel like it lived up to their potential. I also know of authors who demanded extra time because they knew their books weren't there yet only to face big backlash from their publisher or agent.

I literally cannot stress to you enough that publisher's *do not give a fuck* about how good their products are. If they can trick you into buying a poorly edited book with an AI cover that they undercut the author for, that is *better* than wasting time and money paying authors and editors to put together a quality product. And that's before we get into the blatant abuse that happens at these publishers and why there have been mass exoduses from Big 5 publishers lately.

There's also a problem where publishers do not value their experienced staff. They're laying off so many skilled, dedicated, long-term committed editors like their work never meant anything. And as someone who did freelance sensitivity reading for the Big 5, I can tell you that the way they treat freelancers is *also* abysmal. I was almost always given half the time I asked for and paid at less than *half* of my general going rate. Authors publishing out of their own pockets could afford my rate, but apparently multi-billion dollar corporations couldn't. Copy edits and proofreads are often handled by freelancers, meaning these are people who aren't familiar with the author's voice and often give feedback that doesn't account for that, plus they're not people who are gonna be as invested in the book, even before the bad payment and ridiculous timelines.

So, anyway, 1. go easy on authors and editors when you can. Most of us have 0 say in being in this position and authors who are in breech of their contract by refusing to turn in a book on time can face major legal and financial ramifications. 2. Know that this isn't in your head. If you disagree with the choices a book makes, that's probably just a disagreement, but if you feel like it had so much potential but just *didn't reach it*, that's likely because the author didn't have time to revise it or the editor didn't have time to give the sort of thorough edits it needed. 3. READ INDIE!!! Find the indie authors putting in the work the Big 5's won't do and support them! Stop counting on exploitative mega-corporations to do work they have no intention of doing.

Finally, to all my readers who read Café Con Lychee and loved it, thank you. I love y'all, and I appreciate y'all, and I really wish I'd been given the chance to give y'all the book you deserved. I hope I can make it up to you in 2025.

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - non/con, kidnapping, LOTS of non-consensual touching, threats of violence, implied public sex, and unbalanced power dynamics.

Geto Suguru is a surprisingly tactile man.

You wouldn't expect it from a man so cold, so withdrawn, so prone to keeping his hands tucked in his sleeves away from any filthy, undeserving lesser beings like yourself, but it's not hard to spot once you know what you're looking for. When his girls were young enough to put up with it, he always had at least one, if not both of them in his arms, and his preferred form of greeting towards those in his select, but not exclusive inner circle has always been a hug, kiss, or some combination of both. Even when he claims he can't stand to look at you, when he orders you to bathe in scalding-hot water before admitting you so much as might be worth of his affections, he never lasts more than a few minutes before slipping in beside you with excuses of 'you're not thorough enough' or 'I can't even trust you to do this correctly' ready on his tongue. It might be sweet, if it wasn't so controlling. You're not really in a place to complain, though.

He likes keeping you close. For someone he claims is nothing more than a pest, he treats you akin to a lapdog; constantly calling your name, constantly petting through your hair, constantly keeping you pressed against his side or slotted against his chest or perched on his lap, an arm as thick as your leg wrapped around your waist to better snuff out your attempts to squirm. Any attempts to withdraw before he allows you to are met with punishments of the most severe order. You don't like being at his beck and call, having to sit through his depraved sermons for the sole reason that he doesn't trust you to leave his sight, but it's better than being shackled to his bedpost for another four weeks. You can be a lapdog, so long as you aren't a collared one.

Even the politest touch he offers you is unspeakable invasive. You're not sure how he manages to turn something as simple and as shallow as grazing you're lower back into yet another show of his authority over you. Part of it just might be the whole 'genocidal cult leader' shtick (it's hard not to find someone a little creepy after they've abducted, tortured, and traumatized you), but you'd like to think that even if you had entered into his company more willingly, you'd still find his intimacy more than a little off-putting. The worst of it comes at night, when he assumes you're asleep. The way he holds you to his chest, clings to you like a child does a stuffed animal might be cute in another context, but it rarely serves to endear him to you. If anything, it only proves that even unconscious, his greatest pleasure in life is smothering you.

Worst of all, he's handsy. That, in itself, shouldn't be all that surprisingly, but the lecherousness of it, the shameless of it still manages to leave you as disgusted as you are unnerved. It's rare for a full hour to pass in his company without his hand slipping under the collar of the silken kimono's he dresses you in and groping at your best until he's left indents in the shape of his blunt nails. Other times, his fingers will find their way underneath your skirts or into the waistband of your shorts while he's preoccupied with another matter, splitting you open on his fingers with all the attention one might pay to tying their shoes or brushing their hair. If you're lucky, he'll choose a private moments, one where you'll be forced to fall apart for his entertainment alone, tucked safely away from the prying eyes of his co-conspirators and congregation.

You don't get lucky very often.

Sometimes, you think he does it just to be cruel. He does most things to be cruel, and this would be far from the only way he's cruel to you, in particular. But, when drapes himself over you at night, when he drags you so suffocatingly close to his side, when he grinds his palm into your most sensitive point of vulnerability and whispers so possessively that you ought to be thankful for each second long he lets you live, it's not cruelty you see in Suguru's dark eyes, but rather something much, much more dangerous.

Desperation.

[ekkkkey]

there will be games! (chapter IV)

summary: Cassandra, a quiet and loyal wife to the much older Senator Tiberius, accidentally attracts the unsettling attention of Emperor Caracalla at a lavish feast hosted by Senator Thraex...

warnings: 18+ minors dni, this is dark, noncon, dub-con, caracalla is a freak (he's cute tho), geta is mean too

word count: 4k

chapter I

chapter II

chapter III

«No woman could feel safe if her beauty or name aroused the emperor's curiosity.»

-Suetonius, The Twelve Caesars (Caligula, Chapter 36)

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"Please, mistress, stay still," the slave murmured, dabbing the corner of her mouth with a finger, leaving behind a thin layer of ointment.

Cassandra lowered her eyes, as if the girl could somehow know how she had earned that wound. Perhaps she suspected. Perhaps she knew for certain—there had been enough witnesses to her disgrace.

She had almost forgotten what it was like to live without the emperor invading her thoughts. What had occupied her mind before Rome? Before all of this? Her family. Giving her husband a son, an heir. Becoming an honorable wife and mother, someone her father and sisters could be proud of.

Would they be proud now, if they knew the truth? Would they smile and nod, the way Antonia’s father had done before the crowd? What would they feel if they knew that the cruel, shameless emperor had begun haunting her dreams? And she—she had started turning away from her husband, recoiling at his touch. Everything reminded her of what she had endured. And the worst part? Her husband’s touch felt worse.

The games were supposed to continue today, but judging by the relentless downpour, they would likely be canceled again. The emperors would not take it well.

Tiberius paced the room, irritation evident in every step as he waited for the slaves to finish dressing her. He was growing more restless by the day, lost in his own thoughts, seemingly oblivious to her shattered state.

Once she was ready, his gaze softened.

Her husband pulled her close and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips.

A shudder ran through her at the thought that Emperor Caracalla would have surely enjoyed knowing that Tiberius was now kissing the very mouth he had defiled.

She had no idea where her husband was taking her, and her confusion only grew when they stepped into a grand chamber three times the size of their own. Only the most powerful could live in such luxury. Cassandra’s gaze landed on General Acacius, standing beside his wife, Lucilla. They were clearly expecting Tiberius—but not her, if the general’s surprised look was anything to go by.

Servants brought wine and delicacies, but Cassandra didn’t touch them. She sat stiffly, nervous, unsure why she was here. Tiberius and Acacius moved to the side, speaking in hushed tones. Lucilla, ever the gracious hostess, smiled warmly and made light conversation, filling the silence until the men returned.

"Tell him what they’ve done this time," Acacius said, quiet yet firm.

Lucilla met his gaze, then looked at Tiberius, then finally at Cassandra.

"They sent the Praetorians. They knew I wouldn’t come willingly," she said.

Cassandra didn’t need names. She already knew who she meant.

"And what did those madmen want now?"

"They wanted me to adopt them. To declare them my sons before the people of Rome," Lucilla said, lips curling in disgust. "Oh, Geta was upset when I declined. But Caracalla… he had another proposal. One I refuse to repeat."

"That insolent whelp!" Tiberius hissed, as if it were his own wife they had insulted.

She could feel her ears and cheeks burning. Lucilla had the strength to refuse, backed by her husband, the general, the shadow of her dead father—the emperor—and the love of the people. Cassandra had nothing. Her husband was her only shield, but he didn’t notice what was happening, and even if he had, there was little he could do about it.

"Their antics are getting worse every day! How much longer are we going to tolerate this?" her husband whispered again.

"Patience, my friend, patience. I’ll handle it," Acacius reassured him, and Tiberius relaxed, his tension easing.

No more was said about the emperors, but Cassandra sat there, as if on needles. What had they talked about? What were they planning? Unfortunately, the conversation shifted to something else and didn’t return to the same topic. She wasn’t allowed to interfere in such matters. Lucilla excused herself, citing business to attend to, and soon after, Tiberius commanded Cassandra to return to their quarters since there was no more company for her.

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The palace was cold and empty. Morning had barely begun, and most noblemen were still asleep. Cassandra shivered, pulling her cloak tighter around her bare shoulders and arms. There was no need to rush, so she walked slowly along the covered terrace, watching the rain.

One way or another, he would find her. As long as she remained in the palace, she would never be safe. The realization brought her an odd sense of calm. Let him do as he pleased.

"What business did General Acacius and his wife have that warranted your visit? Has something happened?"

That wasn’t Caracalla’s voice.

Cassandra turned to face the unexpected guest—Emperor Geta.

He looked even gloomier than usual today. Dressed in black and gold, with no laurel to soften his appearance, his face powdered white and his eyes rimmed in red, he resembled the harbinger of death more than an imperial ruler.

It was impossible to miss his anger. Geta, though trying to keep his composure, couldn’t hide it. His jaw clenched beneath his pale skin, and his lips were pressed into a tight line.

And his eyes—oh, those eyes. Exactly the kind that should belong to a herald of darkness—dark, vast, as though no light could reach beyond his irises. Not the transparent, innocent, deceptive blue ones.

"My husband is close to the general, and I enjoy Lucilla’s company. She is a decent woman," Cassandra answered calmly. She had nothing to hide.

"Oh yes, Lucilla," he said, his voice dropping, rougher now, his lips twisted. "My brother is captivated by her as well."

She remembered what Lucilla had said—how the emperors had asked her to adopt them. Remembered how they told her she looked like their mother. And how Caracalla had forced her to wear his mother’s robes. Even now, she stood there wearing his mother’s tunic, The cloak, the earrings, the bracelets, the rings—none of them were hers. And Geta knew that too.

Had his conversation with Lucilla upset him this much? Who else could cut an emperor so deep? Well—perhaps only another emperor.

"And you… you enchant him too, don’t you, little bird?"

His tongue darted out, wetting his pale lips—a nervous habit, perhaps. He stepped forward again, then again, until he was so close she could feel his breath. One more step, and they’d be too close.

"That’s what he calls you, isn’t it?"

Here’s no warmth from him, just coldness, like he’s made of marble. And he smells different, not sweet at all; she can clearly sense the familiar scent of powder, but the sharp herbal scent that lingers around him is unfamiliar.

Geta, despite his involvement in her torment, had always seemed distant to her, withdrawn, uninterested in the games his brother played. Or so she thought. Caracalla wanted something—Geta indulged him. That’s how it had been until yesterday evening, when one of the brothers had claimed something that wasn’t his.

"I’ve always been his," the emperor breathed. "I shared everything with him. Protected him. Stood by his side. I love him."

His thumb brushed the wound at the corner of her lips. He knew. He knew exactly who had done this to her.

"We forgive a lot when it comes to family—even when that family is insane. Don’t we?” His voice dropped lower, darker. “And this is how he repays me? With mockery?"

She didn’t understand, but his gaze darkened even further, his brows knitting together, aging his young face.

"I… I’m sorry that you and your brother are at odds…"

"At odds?" He let out a bitter, low laugh. "Oh, this isn’t a quarrel. But he knows better than anyone how to wound me."

A cold hand cupped her cheek, tilting her face up. He was taller than his brother, his hand was rougher.

"And your rejection wounded me, little bird. Am I so unappealing? Or do you simply prefer my brother?"

She barely stopped herself from pulling away. No, not this again. She had learned to endure Caracalla—but not both of them.

What twisted game was this for her attention? They could take her by force, anytime, anywhere. Caracalla already did. So why did Geta care whether she showed him favor?

"If he won’t share, I’ll take what I want myself."

And he did.

They were alike and yet so different. His touch may be cold, but his mouth is like his brother’s—greedy, hot. He was rougher. No smiles, no soft touches—his hand clamped down on her waist, tight enough to bruise. Teeth sank into her lower lip, then a hot tongue traced the same spot, creating a sharp contrast.

"He took you from your husband, now I’m taking you from him. What do you think?" he whispers into her mouth.

She didn’t want to answer. She wanted to pull away, to run. The sound of rain mixed with the pounding of her own heart. He looked different now. The powder was gone from his lips, and Cassandra could still taste it on her tongue after their kiss. His lips were red, full, and gave life to his pale face. He was handsome. In his own way. Caracalla was handsome too. But both of them were corrupted, debauched, greedy. What is she supposed to do?

"Please, don’t involve me in this! I beg you! I’ll be leaving soon, and you’ll never see me again, I promise!" she mumbled.

His eyes flickered with barely contained irritation.

"Do you beg my brother the same way? And what—he just lets you go?" A rough laugh escaped his lips.

Was this all about Caracalla? Does he really want to get under his brother’s skin this much?

Cassandra had three younger sisters—she had raised them after their mother died, fought with them, argued with them. But she had never wanted to truly hurt them.

But these two—twins. Co-rulers. The most powerful men in Rome. No one could wound them except each other.

A strong hand grabs hers once more, sliding the ring off her left hand’s fourth finger. Geta twisted the delicate band between his fingers—so simple, compared to the heavy signet rings adorning his own hand—before removing one from his pinky and replacing it with hers. Now, her fragile, tiny ring rested on his pinky.

"Now we’re bound, huh? The vein leads straight to the heart, right, little bird?" He seemed like himself again, the brooding crease gone, his eyes no longer angry. But still, he mocked her.

"The vein of love," they had told her and Tiberius when she married him, claiming it ran through the fourth finger and bound spouses together. Now she had neither love nor the ring—only a large gold signet with a blue stone.

"Now go, I’m no longer holding you," he said, swiping his tongue over his lips again, a half-smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he’d done something wicked.

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Not wanting to tempt fate, she nearly ran back to her chambers, rushing past the very spot where Caracalla had defiled her mouth just a day ago. Gods, this entire palace felt like nothing but a place of fear and shame. Now, she was terrified Caracalla might find out about today. Cassandra stopped herself. Since when did the opinion of another man matter more than her own husband’s? It was him she had betrayed. It was him she had been unfaithful to. Not Caracalla.

The thought of running to her father, or even confessing everything to her husband, Lucilla, or anyone else, spun through her mind again and again. She didn’t care anymore. If the Gods wouldn’t listen to her prayers, if they had abandoned her to be torn apart, what did she have left to lose?

This time, she was truly resolved. If Tiberius wouldn’t leave with her, she would ask for a divorce. She hadn’t given him an heir, she had dishonored him and his house by lying with another man. Let her reputation be ruined, let her be sent back to her father in disgrace, let her name be erased from the inheritance, but at least she would be free.

As she angrily packed the few things she had, her hands trembled and her thoughts raced. It was his fault. He swore to protect and honor her, yet he was so consumed by his own affairs that he still failed to see what everyone else already had. She didn’t belong to him anymore. She didn’t even belong to herself.

"What are you doing?" Hearing her husband’s voice, Cassandra didn’t turn around.

"I’m leaving, with or without you," the words finally escaped her lips, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her.

He didn’t answer immediately, but his heavy hand landed on her shoulder, forcing her to turn.

"Hit me, tie me up, do whatever you want. I can’t stay here anymore!"

To her surprise, Tiberius was calm, subdued. His hand gently stroked her cheek, and she immediately felt a wave of disgust at the bad memories.

"Please, just one night," he pleaded, his voice full of desperation. "Just one night, and I’ll lay Rome at your feet. If you want, you can go back to the villa, or to your father, but not now. Not today."

Cassandra didn’t love him. Right now, she even hated him, but her heart softened, and despite all her self-scolding, she had no choice but to agree. One last night.

"In the morning, l'm leaving," she said firmly.

She'd never been so resolute. When you have nothing left to lose, there's no fear.

That's what she thought.

The rest of the day, Cassandra stayed in her chambers, comforted by the thought that tomorrow everything would end.

No more games, no more emperors, no more palaces, no more humiliations.

Maybe she'd stay with her husband and give him a son after all, or maybe she'd ask for a divorce and return to her father, childless and unmarried, but with what little honor she had left.

She glared at Geta's signet ring with hatred. What if he hadn't claimed her today? Would she have endured her brother's debauchery until the end of the games? Probably.

A nervous laugh escaped her lips. So, should she thank him? She had just reached to pull the ring off when a sharp knock at the door made her freeze. Who could it be? Tiberius wouldn’t knock.

"Imperial Guard! Open up!" a voice commanded from the other side.

Night had long fallen. A visit at this hour could mean nothing good.

Still, she obeyed, schooling her face into something unreadable as she pulled the door open.

"Come with us, domina. You’re expected."

There was no room for argument; that much was clear.

Not wanting to be dragged through the halls like a criminal, Cassandra followed the Praetorians. But inside, panic twisted her stomach, her palms damp with sweat. This wasn’t just some summons. Something was happening. Something final.

She expected to be taken to Caracalla’s chambers—but no, they led her straight to the throne room. And when she saw her husband kneeling on the cold marble, with General Acacius and Lucilla standing nearby, surrounded by Praetorians, a terrible weight settled in her chest.

She wanted to run.

This wouldn’t end well.

Then she saw them. And she realised she probably wouldn’t survive the night. They weren’t thinking about her anymore—not their petty games, not their rivalry, and certainly not her body. Before her stood not bickering brothers, but emperors—furious, merciless, ready to pass judgment.

They didn’t even look like themselves. Both had clearly been dragged from their beds. Geta was wrapped in a red silk robe, barefoot, without his usual powdered face. He looked young—almost boyish—with his trembling lips and restless movements.

And Caracalla… to meet Caracalla’s eyes now was to court death. She couldn’t tell who he hated more—her or the ones who had betrayed them. Though, the difference was probably negligible.

The emperor is vulnerable. Cassandra watches as he pulls the sheet tighter around himself, stripped of his makeup and fine clothes—young, looking almost innocent, just like his brother. He’s irritated, uncomfortable that she’s seeing him like this, his lips, red even without paint, twisting in displeasure. She almost let out a nervous laugh, but there was no room for laughter now.

Pretorians shoved her to her knees next to her husband, doing it roughly, without any care. Acacius and Lucilla have already been dragged from the throne room—their sentence has been passed, judging by the rage still burning in the emperors' eyes. Now it’s their turn.

"Our general! The Senate! All of them—traitors, liars!" Geta paces back and forth, clutching the fabric of his robe against his pale body. His voice trembles, breaking into something close to hysteria.

Through the sting of tears, she barely saw him. Just a red blur, darting back and forth.

"I gave you everything! I pulled you out of that wretched hole you called home! I gave you a position, a roof over your head—my friendship!" His voice cracked. "And this is how you repay me? With betrayal?"

"What do I need your friendship for, boy?" Tiberius' voice was like ice. "You and your brother are insane. If you think I’m the last, you’re wrong. Others will come. They will betray you again and again, until you’re both dead."

Cassandra’s stomach dropped.

Silence, gods, silence him!

If he stopped now, maybe their deaths would be quick. Maybe it wouldn’t be so painful. But as she looked up, she knew—it was too late.

Geta had gone deathly pale, his face frozen in pure, seething rage. Only his eyes burned, black as coal.

"You'll be crucified like the worthless filth you are, and your name will be forgotten!" he spat. "You and your wife will feel our wrath in full."

For the first time since the praetorians had brought her in, Cassandra was mentioned, but Geta didn't even glance at her, unleashing his fury on Tiberius instead. But Caracalla was watching her.

She could feel his gaze like a physical weight. Cold, hateful-he wasn't playful anymore, not even trying to force a smile. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his light brows were furrowed. For the first time, the emperor seemed fully human, wrapped in a white sheet, sitting on one of the golden thrones.

"She didn't know anything. There's no need to kill her," her husband interjected, clearly making things worse.

At his words, Caracalla suddenly erupted in high-pitched laughter, clapping his hands. He stood up, and Cassandra instinctively shrank back, wanting to vanish. A long sword fell from his lap, one he didn’t even bother to pick up. The sound of his bare feet was oddly loud. She didn’t dare raise her gaze, fully convinced that he would kill her right then and there. His little pet wasn’t what he had expected, and the games needed to stop.

"Didn’t know anything," he drawled. "Poor, innocent girl, huh?" He stopped right in front of her, forcing her to lift her head, painfully grabbing her chin, squeezing.

"Leave her alone!" Her husband’s words no longer mattered. Both emperors could see that he didn’t regret his betrayal and was ready for death, but… but she wasn’t part of his plan. It seemed he truly cared for her.

Geta seemed calmer now, though he still nervously snapped his fingers. Following his brother, he moved closer, looking directly at her for the first time. Not breaking eye contact, he spoke:

"Macrinus, when did you learn of the conspiracy?" He addressed someone behind her.

"The day you were attacked in the Colosseum, Emperor," a voice behind her replied. "After we left the box, Senator Thraex kindly told me. That same day, the traitors plotted the conspiracy."

Geta and Caracalla’s lips curled into synchronized, sinister smiles.

"Lucilla and your wife, it seems, were close, yes?" Geta began, dripping with false sweetness.

"She didn’t know anything, stop this game!"

"And why should we believe the words of a fucking traitor, hmm?" The usual Caracalla seemed to be back, playfully twisting her head from side to side, still squeezing her chin painfully. The last time she had knelt before him, it hadn’t ended well. Her cheeks flushed, and her heart pounded in fear.

Nothing could escape his gaze; his eyes, black from dilated pupils, immediately locked onto her face, examining, scrutinizing, reading every emotion. His lips stretched into a grin, revealing a gold tooth. Even naked, wrapped only in a sheet, he was tied to gold.

"But let’s ask our esteemed Roman matron, we’re not tyrants after all, right, brother?" Geta's chuckle served as his answer. No one in the room believed those words. "Where were you when your husband was plotting against us? Where were you after the games?"

He knew the answer. And so did she. Her neck, cheeks, and ears flushed with color. Tiberius had remained proud and defiant to the end, and they had decided to play a different game. Judging by the dilated pupils and smug grins on their faces, everything had taken a turn they both enjoyed. They would destroy her husband's spirit, then hers, and then kill them both.

"With you, Caesar," she replied obediently, knowing silence would only make things worse. She had been told this countless times by the emperors themselves.

Tiberius immediately turned at her words, looking at her with his lips pressed tight. She hadn’t said anything terrible yet, but…

"You know, my brother can be so forgetful at times," Geta's tone took on a softness, a slyness akin to Caracalla's. Now they were bound by shared hatred, a common penchant for sadism, and the desire to destroy them. "Could you remind him what that meeting was about?"

"Caesar, I..." she couldn't say it. She couldn't say anything at all. Tears silently streamed down her cheeks. The last humiliation remained, and then it would all be over. Suddenly, she felt a bit of relief. They couldn't reach her once she was dead.

"Speak, girl," Caracalla's thumb slid across her mouth, tracing its outline harshly, roughly, anything but tenderly, "or you'll lose your little tongue and won't be able to defend yourself."

"I was with Emperor Caracalla. One of the slave girls saw us. After the games... We were at the altar, and..."

Yet, the words wouldn't come; she just couldn't voice the filth they expected from her, not while Tiberius looked at her with such disappointment in his eyes.

"Oh, how I love that even after everything that's happened between us, the little bird is still so pure," Caracalla burst out laughing, releasing her face. "I remember and will answer for her. I fucked her on my father's ashes, and because of that, she will live. Once again, the emperor has been too merciful, hasn't he, Senator?"

Live? She felt sick. She didn’t want to live. Not now, when the disgust in her husband’s eyes was so palpable. Ashamed, she turned away, sobbing.

"What, little bird? Did you truly believe you could get rid of me so easily? Your emperor?" His hand stroked her hair, soothing her as if she were an untamed animal. "No," he drawled, "you’re not capable of such a thing. You could have ended me, not once and not twice—bit off my cock, after all," and again, that hysterical laughter escaped him, his gaze fixed on her husband. Caracalla wanted to ensure Tiberius truly understood his words, "but no, you obediently took it, as you should."

She will never have it her way; he'll never let her simply leave or die, he'll keep playing until the very end.

"And yet," Geta began, "she deserves punishment, doesn't she?"

Cassandra lifted her tear-stained face to him. Why? Why was he partaking in this? Was it her refusal that offended him, or was it simpler, that he, like his brother, just enjoyed tormenting her?

"An unfaithful wife," Caracalla mused, tapping his finger against his lips as if her trial were happening right then in front of all Rome’s esteemed citizens. Only, there were no esteemed citizens here. "What a heinous crime!" He gasped theatrically, covered his mouth in mock horror. "Tiberius, you were faithful to your wife, weren’t you? I believe you were, but your sweet young wife, she was not so loyal. And if I, an honorable man unburdened by the chains of marriage, can partake in such acts, then, by the gods, what was she thinking?"

She wanted to sink into the ground—or maybe charge at the emperor, and then they’d kill her right there, so she wouldn’t have to endure these humiliating speeches anymore. But Cassandra didn’t move; she didn’t have the courage. Humiliated and cowardly, she stayed on her knees, arms wrapped around herself in a pitiful attempt to find some comfort. Tiberius didn’t even look at her. He stared straight ahead, unblinking, focused on where Caracalla was caricaturing a trial.

"Women are inherently corrupt, you know," Geta joined in. "'Chaste is she whom no one has coveted' isn’t that right?"

In the torch-lit darkness of the hall, their hair seemed to burn against their pale skin. Both had dark, piercing eyes, still furious over the betrayal, yet satisfied with their petty revenge. Cassandra watched as they exchanged looks, their smiles perfectly synchronized. Caracalla’s grin only grew wider at his brother’s words. There they were, the very embodiment of vice, pride, and wrath.

How can he say such things? How dare he speak as if she wanted all the terrible things the emperor did to her!? Was he blaming her? She looked at her husband desperately, but he seemed to share the emperor’s view, his lips tight, his Adam’s apple bobbing under his pale skin.

Oh, they had gotten what they wanted—he was enraged, furious! And all because of her. Was she really to blame for everything? Maybe it was the way she looked at the emperor, maybe she’d allowed too much, given the slightest hint? Her heart pounded so violently, it felt like it might shatter her ribs.

"But don’t worry, Tiberius, I’ll punish her as she deserves," the mockery and the insinuation so obvious it made her want to scream. "After your death, of course, but if you ask nicely, I'll show you how to handle women so they don't betray their vows, right now."

He leaned slightly toward her, his hot hand on her neck, his thumb pressing into the hollow between her collarbones, making her gasp and cough.

"Wouldn't a golden collar look exquisite on this little neck, hm? For the next games, I'll take you with me," his whisper burned her ear. "Naked."

Cassandra recoiled, bracing her hands against her knees, her head dropping. He was insane. The feverish gleam in his eyes, his flushed cheekbones, the way he bit his lower lip, his heavier breathing-all of it terrified her. He wasn't a mere sadist; he was completely out of his mind.

It seemed that even his brother found his words too deranged this time.

"She’ll be judged as she should be. The Senate… or what’s left of it, and we, of course, will pass a sentence fitting her crime."

"But I want her for myself!" Caracalla’s voice turned bitter, low with anger. How dare his brother forbid him anything!

"This won’t do. She’s still the daughter of a powerful man, and how do you think the Senate will react? Will you take their wives too?"

"I’ll take them if I wish!" Caracalla snapped petulantly, his playful mood shifting to fury.

It seemed they were about to clash, to fight right in front of them. Gods, her life was hanging by a thread, and they were acting like spoiled children! How insignificant she must be in their eyes.

And yet, the fight never came. In a gesture of reconciliation, Geta pulled his brother into an embrace, his arms settling around his delicate shoulders. Leaning in, he whispered something into his ear. Cassandra caught his gaze and knew at once—he was speaking of her. Caracalla smiled again.

At Geta’s command, she was taken away. No one spoke to her after that.

Tiberius remained in the hall. She knew she would never see him again. One last time, she turned to look at her husband, hoping to catch his eye, but he never looked back.

To him, she was already dead.

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Hey friends! The next chapter will be a short one, but it’s coming out tomorrow! Honestly, I didn’t think anyone would like my work since I love dark and tragic stories, and they’re usually not very popular. So I’m really grateful for all the kind words—it truly inspires me! 💋

[tul1ppp]

Ningselle x fem reader

Synopsis: You were the new girl in the school and you were so naive thinking the two popular girls Ningning and Giselle only wanted to be your friends little did you know what they actually wanted.

Soft dom Ningning & Rough top Giselle

Warnings: threesom, dub con at the start, petnames, fingering, kinda obsessive ningselle, reader naive, a bit of manipulation, probably some other stuff I forgot

"Hey!! Your y/n right?" A girl with dark blonde hair ran over to you in the hallway with a brunette girl slowly following her.

"Yes" you gave a small but genuine smile "and who are you? If you don't mind me asking,"

"I'm Ningning and this is my best friend Giselle!" The shorter exclaimed pulling the brunette closer to her "we heard that there was a new girl and we wanted to invite you to sit with us at lunch"

"Yeah! I'd love to" you said feeling relieved youve already seemed to make make friends, maybe this wasn't going to be so hard.

"Can't wait to see you there pretty girl" Giselle winked as they both walked away Ningning waving you goodbye.

It didn't take long for you to get really close to Ningning and Giselle and you really liked them and appreciated their friendship a lot, however you noticed there was some weird stuff about it. It started small, hugging you from behind very often or just making suggestive jokes at you. But it didn't take long for them to become shameless, fully groping your tits and ass telling you that it's just what friends do and to not be weird about it. You also noticed that whenever you'd talk to a guy they'd tell you about how horrible he is and that you shouldn't talk to him ever again and of course you've always listened to them I mean you've never had friends before so how were you supposed to know better?

However it all came to an end when you met up with them one day after going on your first date with a guy that asked you out.

"It went so well!" You smiled sitting down in between them on the floor

"Oh, sweetie" Giselle said softly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear causing your eyes to shout up to look at her realising what was coming."

We heard him talk about how he only wants to get in your pants" Ningning continued "we're sorry, but you deserve better" she held your hand while your eyes started to get watery.

"What's wrong with me?" You cried "why does every guy I like turns out to be so bad"

" Sweetie, don't cry" the shorter one pulled you into a hug.

"it's not your fault, guys are just dicks" Giselle said before kissing your forehead.

"How about we'll make it up to you" Ningning smiled pulling away while her hand sneaked under your shirt causing your body to shiver.

"What are you doing?" You whispered not sure how to react.

"Shh baby, this is what friends do for eachother" Giselle murmured while bitting and kissing your neck as Ningning started pulling up your shirt.

Once you shirt was off you couldn't help but blush causing a grin to appear on Giselle's face "Oh come on they were practically spilling out of her shirt, she's basically begging for it" she said to Ningning while unclaspping your bra.

"God, their so perfect" Ningning purred once your completely topless before they both started sucking on your nipples causing you to let out whines while your body was shaking.

"I don't think this is a good idea" you whimpered trying to push away.

"Come on baby, don't act so innocent like you didn't purposely wear those slutty tops" Giselle taunted while taking off your skirt revealing your wet underwear.

"You're so adorable" Ningning smiled while rubbing her fingers on your clit through your underwear while you noticed Giselle grabbing a strap from her bag.

"Don't worry sweetheart" Ningning smiled softly pulling off your underwear reveling your wet cunt "Well make you feel better".

"God you're so hot right now" Giselle grinned rubbing her fingers through your wet folds.

"Please" you whispered your body still shaking

"Use your words, please what? " Giselle taunted now rubbing her strap against you.

"Please fuck me" you whimpered feeling your cheeks burning.

"How could we say no to such a cute little slut" Giselle said while pushing her strap into you slowly.

"Gi- Giselle it's too bi- big" you cried out. "Your so tight, you still a fucking Virgin?" Giselle looked at you with genuine surprise on her face.

you got even more red not sure how to respond without embarrassing yourself.

"Gi gi don't make her feel bad!" Ningning told Giselle before looking back at you with a soft smile. "Don't worry baby, it's completely okay" she continued kissing you on the cheek.

"Fuck!" You moaned loudly as Giselle kept pushing her strap further into you while Ningning was holding your hand comforting you.

"Good she's taking me so good and she's so tight and pretty" Giselle purred while playing with your clit making you whine.

"I know,and these are so perfect" Ning smiled as her hands went back to your nipples.

Once Giselle finally managed to push the entire strap into you she started thrusting into you, it started small making you whine as her strap was now so far inside you.

"What do you think Ning, should I stay slow or fuck her like the slut she is?" The brunette looked over to the blonde

Ningning genuinely looked unsure for a few seconds bitting her lips so hard they started turning red. "Fuck she's too cute" she whispered before turning to face Giselle. "Fuck her as hard as you can" and Giselle needed nothing more to start pounding into you.

You were a complete mess at this point, your whole body was shaking, you were sweating, one of your hands was grabbing the sheets as hard as you possibly could whilst the other was holding Ningnings hand and your face was filled with tears. But to your friends Giselle and Ningning this was the prettiest you've ever been."I think I'm gonna come" you sobbed begging for release.

"Don't you dare come before I tell you you can" Giselle commended not slowing her thrusts.

"Come on sweetie I know you can take it" Ningning spoke softly before kissing your neck.

"Please let me come!!! Please!!! I can't take it anymore!!!" You sobbed loudly.

"Fine whore, come" Giselle said in a cold tone.

"Fuckkk" you moaned loudly as you came making a mess all over yourself and Giselle's strap.

"Baby you did so good" Ningning said and gave you a peck on the lips.

"Look at the mess you made!" Giselle said in angry tone while pulling up the strap from inside you showing you how wet it was. "Clean it." She commended as she shoved her strap into your face making you suck it clean.

"But look at her messy cunt!" Ningning exclaimed in shoke "she's so pretty but she made such a mess, how about I clean her up?" She said not waiting for an answer instead shoving her face into your already sensitive cunt causing you to come again in no time while Ningning made loud exaggerated hummus into you while saying how sweet you tasted.

[zolass]

Detectives Attraction Ch. 05 Top Male Reader x Male Yandere Harem

Didn't think I would manage to finish a chapter today but here we are with a bit more smut and a weirdo added into the bunch and maybe a horny Elias? I think I forgot to mention MDNI in the last one or two chapters- we all know how it goes when the warning shows anything that's dd:dne or in general maye nsft/nsfw content. It's just not my fault who engages with it- Content Warning: Smut, Recording Sex with consent, non-con voyeurism 1.4k words

Shameless loud moans spilled from the swollen lips of Adrian– his back arching from the bed as M/n’s cock thrusted fast and roughly into his hole. M/n’s lips were wrapped around the lawyer’s right nipple, suckling on it while his hands grabbed tightly onto the pale bruising skin. 

Adrian loved every second of it, his dick twitched pathetically against his abdomen smearing precum all over while he kept pulling the other closer with his arms that were looped around M/n’s shoulder. 

M/n pulled his lips from the perky buds, before slowing his thrusts, “Did you ever ride a dick?” the question rang out, making Adrian look at the other with lust clouded green eyes, before he shook his head. M/n quickly pulled Adrian closer, before he turned to sit on the edge of the bed, while he pulled the lawyer with him to sit on his lap.

“Fuck–” a moan rippled from him, while his blunt nails left crescent moons in their wake, on M/n’s shoulders, while he left the length sitting snug inside his hole– the bulbous tip pressing steadily against his prostate, making the lawyer whine in pleasure, his useless dick twitching. As green eyes met e/c ones, the lawyer couldn’t help but pull the other into a hungry and passionate kiss, “I’m so glad you’re okay,” Adrian mumbled against M/n’s lips, who in return only chuckled, “Is it because I fuck you so well– that you’re happy that I’m not dead so you don’t have to go on a search for another dick to pleasure you so well?” the detective mused, as his large hands wandered over Adrian’s warm and thick thighs, further to the two plump ass cheeks which he grabbed tightly.

A pout formed on the lawyer’s lips, “you think so bad of me– is that what I’m to you? Someone who’s only after your dick?” Adrian asked with a frown, “Your dick and the sex with you is a bonus– but you, as a person, are intriguing,” he said as he looked into the e/c eyes.

There was a moment of silence between them, before Adrian slowly lifted his hips and dropped them again– enlightening pleasurable sounds from both of them, “Is that how you do it?” Adrian asked, as he looked up at M/n through his eyelashes. After M/n only grunted in agreement, nothing seemed to stop the other then to ride the detective’s dick until his legs were trembling and the other started to thrust up, while his hands continued to guide Adrian’s hips until an especially loud moan rippled from the lawyer’s lips, his pretty glossy green eyes rolling back as ropes of cum spurted from his cock and his hole clenched around M/n’s dick, making said man groan and cum as spurts of warm cum flooded Adrian’s hole again.

M/n grunted as he placed kisses on Adrian’s jaw– while occasionally leaving blossoming bite marks on the other’s jaw, neck and collarbone, “Are you satisfied with your little video now?” M/n mumbled, as he glanced at the phone camera that was showing them from a point slightly behind them, while the recording was horizontal. A whine left Adrian as he shook his head, “One more– please M/n…” 

The entire thing started after Adrian had knocked on M/n’s door, only to push the other inside and against the door, after it was opened. Adrian had wasted no time to get the detective's cock out of the man’s pants only to quickly latch his mouth onto the warm length– this was the first time Adrian had sucked M/n’s cock– any cock to begin with. 

Now with the cum filled hole clenching around his dick, as if wanting to milk him of all his cum’s worth– how could M/n possibly say no? As they began their fourth round, they were unaware of something.

In an apartment– blocks away from M/n’s home in a barely lit room– sounds of huffs and puffs reverberated in the space of a bedroom. Lewd moans and drool slipped from slightly bruised lips, golden brown eyes stared at the screen that showed the two men in a doggy style– moans and grunts sounded from the speakers, while a squeaking sound of a chair and wet squelching sounded as a young man rode the large toy with eagerness, his eyes trained on the scene that was displayed on his large screen from the camera that was pointed directly at the bed.

“God– harder,” a whimpered moan left the man as he watched the quick and harsh thrusts of M/n, that he tried to recreate with his own hips alone, while his one hand fisted his weeping cock tightly, “Fuck me harder– ahh!” the man gasped as the toy pressed against the bundle of nerves. Black strands hung loosely down his forehead– while the sweat, from the pleasure he started to give himself as the two others started theirs, made the few strands cling to his skin. 

The male didn’t know when it stopped–maybe after the loud moan spilled from the lawyers and his lips, but his eyes went large in hunger and need as the man he spied on for quite some time, walked over to the camera with his dick swinging in the perfect view, before the phone was lifted and tossed onto a chair. 

Biting his slightly bloody lip– the male heaved mouths of deep breaths as his spent cock– still tight in his grasp soiled his desk, while his hole had clenched tightly around the large dildo that abused his soft spot with his wildly rutting and riding. With the free hand, he reached out towards the screen in which soft voices filled the background and the sound of sheets rustling, “We’ll meet soon– I promise~” the male mumbled into the empty room.

M/n and Adrian stood underneath the hot shower, their lips locked together in a heated making out, while the lawyer was pressed against the cool tiles, sending shivers down his spine, “I have to leave soon– for the case,” M/n mumbled against Adrian’s lips, “And because someone broke in– yet again I can’t let you stay while I’m gone,” he quickly added as he saw the look on lawyers face.

A sigh left M/n as he saw the frown on the other’s face, “I’ll call you, okay?” he asked with a tilt of his head, as he pulled the other closer against him. A defeated sigh left the chestnut haired male as he only nodded. 

It didn’t take long for both of them to get out and get dressed again, grabbing everything they needed before they walked out of M/n’s apartment– yet again, this time it was day time outside. As they stepped out, M/n was surprised to see  Elias leaning against his car, with his arms crossed over his chest. The focus of the other detective quickly landed on the two, M/n and Adrian quickly said their goodbyes, while Adrian couldn’t help but steal a kiss.

The lawyer glanced with a raised eyebrow at Elias, scanning the other’s entire form before letting out an inaudible scoff before he walked over to his own car and got in. M/n stalked over to his car, key in his hand before he rounded the car and got into the driver’s seat, making the gaze that burned into him disappear only for a few seconds, before Elias got in his car. “Really? Him out of all people you could date? I didn’t even know you were dating–” Elias fired his questions out, making M/n regret not stepping back into the apartment block.

“I’m not dating him– doesn’t mean the sex isn’t good,” M/n only said, as he started his car. Elias looked at him with a raised eyebrow, before his honey brown eyes glanced at M/n’s crotch, before analyzing the male’s side profile again, “Didn’t think you’re one to have a sex buddy– and be the one to be topping… you must be really good in bed then,” Elias continued to speak, as he remembered how Adrian barely tried to hide his limp– as if he liked to show off that M/n was the one who ruined him, making him limp after rounds of pleasure. M/n only let out a scoff, “Stop staring at my crotch– before I think you want to be the next to suck on it,” M/n let out a dry chuckle, “Who said I didn’t?” “Elias…” the taller man sighed out, “What as if you and him are exclusive– I mean what label do you two even have–” “Let’s– focus on the case alright?” M/n didn’t continue feeding into his partner’s questions, he simply kept driving to their next destination.

[ryiju-muunie]

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Fem!reader/Suguru Geto Warnings: plus-size!reader, reader is into cute pink frilly outfits, Geto is VERY into the readers body, emo!geto, opposites attract, oral sex, Geto is canonically hung, pussy eating with a tongue piercing, creaming, fingering, blow job, degradation/praise kink, overstimulation, crying, a little dub-con Word count: 3047 DESC: You've always wondered how many piercings your best friend has

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“How many do you have?” 

You blinked a few times at your friend, who was lazily scrolling on his phone in front of you. You and Suguru had met in your first-year economics class and stayed friends up through college. Now as seniors, your friendship felt almost second nature. Suguru was different from you, in the sense of dressing. He wore dark clothes, had dark hair, and so many piercings. You always wore pink frilly outfits, so you contrasted perfectly. Like two sides of the color spectrum.

You never tried to stare at the dragon tattoo snaking up his muscular arm or the way his labret piercing stuck out with a sharp point on the bottom of his lip. You had tried counting before, but new tattoos and piercings seemed to show up every week. There were the gauges, eyebrow, labret, septum… but you knew there was more. Maybe in his ear? You didn’t want to consider yourself a creep, staring at him so intensely, so you opted to avoid eye contact with the handsome man as best as you could.

You wouldn’t say you had a crush on him, but you wouldn’t not say that. You were very much down for anything he wanted to do if he ever offered. But the thing was, he never offered.

Suguru lifted his head, purple eyes scanning your face. He raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment, trying to mentally count before he gave up and started feeling around his face. You noticed his hand then trail down to his stomach, before ghosting at his belt. His fingers delicately traced the silver and black surrounding his waist, holding up his black skinny jeans.

He… no way. Your eyes widened at the thought. A dick piercing? There’s no way he’d have one. And there’s no way you’d go this long without seeing it. Well no- you didn’t want to see it- well. You shook your head at those thoughts. He was just a friend, and you did not want to see his dick. He was just a friend, and you did not picture him naked sometimes. 

It didn’t help Suguru had a reputation for being incredibly … large. Girls and guys talked about it like it was a godsend just to be fucked from behind by his cock. Not going to lie, you’ve thought about it before. Just a small fantasy, and wondering what it would be like. You saw how he’d eye you in those short pink skirts or those low-cut kawaii tops, you know the ones you’d find on Pinterest. Your body was far from flat, being curvy and fat-filled in all the right places. Even if they weren’t the right places for others, they were to you. You loved your big form and you could tell that Suguru enjoyed the view too.

“Seven,” he looked back at you and adjusted his position, sitting up. You two were just in your dorm, sitting on either side of your bed. God the whole thing was pink, you felt so proud. He stuck out like a sore thumb.

You thought for a moment. Gauges, eyebrow, septum, lip… that was only four. So there were three you couldn’t see. Your mind and eyes instantly wandered down his body, stopping at his stomach, “Belly button?” You didn’t dare to look down to see the tent being pitched in his jeans, the tent you knew was growing as you continued to speak.

“And tongue,” he spoke softly, brushing some hair from his face. He pushed it behind his ear but it continued to fall into his eyes, “The other one you’re going to have to guess.” A seductive look crossed his face, trailing up to his eyes. He blinked a few times, barely closing his eyes to let his eyelashes ghost against his bottom eyelid. Fucking majestic honestly. 

“Guess? C’mon just tell me,” you frowned, motioning to his perfect body, “Is it a dermal somewhere?” 

“No. Think dirtier,” he then paused, “Think lower,” he suddenly purred. Suguru knew exactly what he was doing. You couldn’t deny you were attracted to him (I mean you do have sexual fantasies about him). And you couldn’t deny how it made you soak your underwear when he spoke to you in that low tone. You could just imagine him groaning sweet nothings into your ear with that perfect tone, with each thrust becoming sloppier as he attempted to reach his high. You could practically feel him bite down on your neck as he fucked you, pumping you with his seed.

“Lower?” You bit down on your bottom lip and adjusted your position to sit up as well, “Um… I don’t wanna seem weird.” 

“Nonsense, you won’t be weird. Did you go too perverted?” He smirked and set his phone on the bed, motioning down to his legs, to the pulsating hard-on in his skinny jeans, “I can show you if you’re too embarrassed to say it.” 

You slowly closed your eyes and released your bottom lip from the hold on your teeth, “Are you sure?” What was in the water today? Was it obvious he was turning you on? Was it obvious you wanted to give in and close the space, even if it was a mistake? I mean he was hard for Christ's sake! How much more obvious could you both get? Every inch of his body was on fire as if it was statically charged, just aching to touch your perfect curves. Suguru was hot, you couldn’t deny it. He couldn’t deny his attraction to you. You couldn't deny your attraction to him any longer. And it was obvious to him, huh? It must’ve been obvious to everyone. You slowly opened your eyes and stared at him. He was serious. God you just wanted him to show you how big he truly was. And god you just wanted him to fuck you like the needy little whore you were. 

“Always baby,” he grinned and stood up, beginning to undo his belt. You found yourself staring at his quivering dick through his pants. He was hung. You could see it from how his dick sat in his pants, becoming more erect as he just teased you there. His hands are seated atop his hips, with his cat-like eyes staring you down. Purple pupils dilated in your direction. Suguru then grabbed your chin and forced you to stare back into his own eyes, widening them as he continued, “I’m down if you’re down to see my piercing.” 

Your eyes fluttered a bit with your bottom lip jutting out into a pink glossy pout. You needed to think about this for a moment. If he was offering, you’d like to take a ride on that stallion. Besides, you couldn’t say no to that stare even if you tried. If he truly wanted to fuck you and he knew you wanted to fuck him, why not? You only live once. And you knew this would just be a one-time thing, just sex. God you just needed him to fuck you. 

“Can I see your dick now? I’m down,” you spoke softly, opening your eyes fully to stare at the grin atop his face. Fuck it, you thought. 

Your best friend nodded and let go of your face, bringing his hands to fondle his belt. He slid it off and then started to shimmy out of his skinny jeans. He looked stunning in just a pair of loose boxers that hugged his muscled curves. He thumbed the waistline of his underwear and let his eyes flick back to you, “Do me a favor princess, and kneel in front of me. I want to see how you look against my cock,” he cooed, watching as your plump form fell to the floor on his knees in front of him.

How could you say no to that beautiful voice as it rang through your ears? You couldn’t! You nodded hungrily as he smiled down at you. You looked pathetic. You felt pathetic. But you didn’t care. Just to taste that length around your mouth would be worth it. To swallow his cum would make you feel whole. Something inside of you needed him suddenly, and so badly.

Suguru slowly brought his underwear down, revealing his massive cock. He was huge. You could see it from the way it lazily sprung from his body and how it glistened in your room lighting. You wanted to touch it so badly, to run your fingers over his Prince Albert piercing until he was shaking for more. It was just a loop through the side of his tip, through the urethra, and out one side. You reached out and grazed your fingers up to his tip, lightly tugging at his piercing. He bit his lip and watched you, hands waiting idly on either side of his body. 

“Hold on,” he said softly, lifting one of his hands to sweep some of your hair up from under your scalp, “Do I have permission to use you as my fuck toy?” He pulled your hair into a ponytail, although you had to say it was the worst one you’ve ever seen. You looked up at him and went to speak but the tip of his cock lightly tapped at your bottom lip. You couldn’t even hide the moan that escaped your lips, and he took that as a yes. 

You opened your mouth and he forced his way inside you. You gagged at the feeling of his tip and his piercing kissing your mouth. It was already too much to be stuffed this badly but he didn’t seem to care. Both of your hands anchored to his hips, letting your nails dig in as he grabbed your ponytail. With one fluid motion, he brought your lips closer to the middle of his shaft, before pulling you back to his tip, then back again. It was consistent how utterly fast he was going. You gagged again as you felt his piercing trail up and down the side of your mouth, clashing against your teeth. 

“F..fuck you’re a whore for this, huh? You t-take this without any hesitation, huh?” Suguru breathed out, throwing his head back in a blissful state of condescension. You looked up at him and tried to pull your head back to speak, but he slammed you back against his cock. You whimpered at the sensation, feeling a pleasurable throb grow in your legs. Fuck you just needed some sort of release to make this all worth it.

One of your hands on his hip moved down in between your pants, rubbing against your clothed cunt. Anything for a bit of friction and stimulation. You just needed to feel him pound you, or better yet eat you out with that tongue piercing of his. You rubbed with two fingers in quick circles, feeling a small wave of pleasure build through your clit. You moaned and gagged at the same time, feeling the nauseous twinge run up the back of your throat. It hurt so good. God…

You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t even breathe from how much he fucked you. It was as if you were Suguru Geto’s personal fleshlight for him to use until he was completely milked dry. And it turned you on so much. To be used as an object. You wanted him to use you until you were shaking and crying for it to stop. Hey- you were halfway there already. Tears formed at the base of your eyes and threatened to come out with each thrust until they finally started pouring from your cheeks. 

“Aw… mm-f .. fuck. Is this too much for you p.. Mm, princess?” Suguru spat, raking one hand through your hair and yanking on the ponytail. He pulled you from his cock, a line of slobber hanging from your bottom lip. He stared at you with pure lust, just aching to defile every inch of your perfect body, “Look at me, whore,” he commanded. You did as he said, eagerly staring up at him for something else to do. God what a sub! 

You blinked a few times before he pulled you up. You whined at the painful sensation of being pulled by your hair, as he pressed a slobbery kiss against your open mouth. He tasted like cigarettes and it made your legs weak. You managed to find your footing and stand, letting him press himself against you. Suguru ate at your mouth as if you were his last meal, hoping and praying it would never end. He needed your taste against his tongue as if it was the last thing on Earth. 

“Pathetic slut,” he murmured, biting down on your lip. You gasped and then felt him force his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t feel the piercing against your tongue, but you could feel him move his tongue perfectly against yours. Saliva mixing made you throb uncontrollably. As you kissed, you felt him walk forward, inching towards your bed. You had a feeling where this was going. The railing right?

He pushed you back against your bed, your knees bending on the edges. Your best friend pulled your shorts down, not even caring to remove them from your ankles. You looked down with a dazed expression and murmured something about him fucking you, to which Suguru laughed and mused, “Let me please you first.” You didn’t need to be told twice, as you let your back hit the back of the bed with a light thump. 

You felt him slide down your lace panties with gentle care before two fingers spread your folds apart and a tongue licked your slit. You felt a metal pebble lightly rub up and down your clit as he licked, before moving to suck and slurp as if he was a starving man. A faint moan escaped your lips as your hips moved with a mind of their own, grinding against his face as his tongue moved circles around your swollen clit. Typically this motion wouldn’t get you so hot and bothered, but something about Suguru made it incredibly arousing. He was just … perfect. Maybe this shouldn’t be a one-time thing. 

Suguru pulled away for a moment and removed a ring or two from his pointer and middle finger, before dipping them into your pussy. You bit your lip and watched slowly as he sunk two fingers in. He curved his hand and bent his knuckles, beginning to pump in and out of you with a devious grin. You wanted to ask why he was admiring you with those eyes but as he grazed your G-spot, suddenly all words died on your tongue. You let out a guttural moan and lifted your hips to the sensation, trying to catch more of this intense pleasure he was giving you. 

“That’s it. Cream on my fingers, you filthy cunt. Aw does someone like it when I call her a cunt? You’re desperate. I could tell-” he spat as he thrust two digits inside you, “-you wanted me but you were too shy. And now you’re aching to cum… It’s almost cute,” a condescending laugh fell out of his mouth and he leaned forward, licking a pitiful stripe against your clit, “I could let you cum…”

“Please…” You whined, throwing your head back as the pleasure got too much. It was too much and not enough to be fucked by his fingers. You needed all of him at that moment, even if it wasn’t possible, “Please Suguru…” You breathed out shakily, turning your head to stare at him with an unfocused look. 

“Since you asked nicely,” Geto smiled and pressed his lips against your pussy, thrusting all the while. He ate you out and pushed another finger inside, just to see if you could handle it. You could; bucking your hips in response to the added stimulation. You could feel the exact spot it was rubbing and you could feel your body beginning to contort as the pleasure was building. You sat up and ground against his face, stretching out both arms to grab onto something. Nothing but sheets were in your vicinity and all you could do was helplessly grab them and beg to cum. It was mindless at this point, as he sucked your clit, to beg for completion. 

Something he must’ve done ended up pushing you over the edge. Whether it was his tongue fucking you or his fingers, something made you cum around them and clench. You clenched so hard you could feel his struggle to thrust them in and out, forcing him to instead internally rub against your G-spot. You gasped and lifted your hips again as you rode your high, biting down on your bottom lip and grabbing the sheets as if your life depended on it. You had never cum to the point of almost blacking out, but now that you have you never wanted to go back. The feeling of pleasure so intense wiping over you it made you dizzy, made another twinge of arousal poke at your clit. 

But you realized the pleasure had stopped. Suguru pulled his fingers out and pressed a light kiss against your cunt, standing up and then sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked down at you with fondness, taking in your half-exposed body. He murmured something you didn’t hear before clearing his throat, “You’re gorgeous.” 

You smiled and reached your hand out, grazing against his arm, “Round …two?”

He laughed and looked away, “I don’t think you can keep your eyes open. I won’t fuck you until you can’t walk …yet. I want to warm you up first.”

“This is a regular thing?” You raised an eyebrow, sleepily attempting to sit up but letting yourself slide back against the bed, “You haven’t cum though…”

Suguru shook his head and grabbed your chin delicately, contrasting with how he had manhandled you just minutes prior. He pressed a soft kiss against your temple and released you, letting you fall against the bed once more. 

“Get some rest and I’ll rail you in an hour, okay?” He smiled, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the side. Who were you to say no to such a face?

[rabotimagines]

Okay so my brain has officially short circuited after reading your Jazz x Reader fic… So good…

May I request a prompt somewhat similar? Like a Decepticon reader who has been captured by the Autobots and puts their cute frame to use to flirt, canoodle… (maybe something more? 👀) their self out of their situation? Maybe with Bumblebee or Prowl? :3

I don't think either of them would go for it, but it would certainly be fun to sexually harass them a bit as a Con.

"Shameless" Gn BOT Reader x Bumblebee, Prowl [Smut Scenario]

Summary: Flirty con reader sexually harasses Bumblebee and Prowl.

G1 characters: Bumblebee, Prowl, (Ironhide has some little moments too.)

Genre/Theme: smut scenario 🔞

Warnings: Sexual harassment, Con Reader cranks it in the middle of the Autobot brig, Ironhide threatening reader at the start

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours, them, they, their

Notes: Shameless flirty con Reader, Readers playful and a bit of a slag starter, Reader calls Bumblebee "Honeybee", Made as a Part 2 of this in mind, Con Reader tries to goad Prowl into a hate frag

"Where's the artifact?" Ironhides hard unmoving expression met yours. His digit pads clenching your jaw so hard they risked imprinting their marks.

Your servos hovered over the electrified bars of the Autobot brig. Ironhides grip, forcing your faceplate almost right against them. You could feel the heat of the high voltage electricity ghosting along the metal of your face. But you still just worried your expression alongside your smile. Knowing sparkdamn well how mad Ironhide would get from just the little look alone. "Sorry, but I don't have a clue what my fellow cons decided to do with it. Maybe dial up ol' Megatron and ask if he's up to share?"

Ironhide's engine growls, and you can't help smiling just a touch more over the reaction. Which only makes Ironhides expression darken further. He's so easy to play with that you can't help your em field wanting to flex out and taunt him even further.

"Ironhide, release them." Prowls voice cuts through your staring contest and makes you both glance at the tactician. The Honeybee trailing along behind him as he walks over to you two. Prowl's servos are behind his own back and he seems very unconcerned about the entire thing. Ironhide makes optical contact with Prowl, and he still does not release you.

They hold their gazes like that until Ironhide finally scoffs and throws you back a touch, his digits finally leaving your frame. "Fine. Better have a good interrogation method ready for them."

You just massage the metal of your jaw, your digits rubbing over the slightly indented marks Ironhide left behind. "Aw, big bad Autobot passing the responsibility of the prisoner? Ironhide, I'm hurt. I thought we had something." Ironhide whips around, rage now reignited on his faceplate. His mouth opens, no doubt about to rip into you again, his plating tightening down on his own frame. But you also notice how his optics are just a smidgen brighter. For an old mech, Ironhide really can be quite cute. Especially when he's all flustered like that.

"Ironhide." Prowl's voice cuts through again, and Ironhide stops himself short.

Ironhide shuts his mouth with an audible clunk and points a digit through the electrified bars. "You better behave your sorry sparkdamn self or I'll come back in here and put you back in your fragging place, con."

You only wrapped your arms around yourself in an exaggerated fashion. "I'm shaking in my plating."

Delight curls in you when Ironhides gaze sharpens even further. But he finally just huffs and turns to march out of the brig.

Once he's gone, Prowl evaluates you with a critical gaze. You only impassively meet his stare before he broke it to look at the Honeybee. "Bumblebee." The scout jumped and snapped his gaze from you to his superior. "Report any instances of the prisoner acting up."

"I'm on it, Prowl." With that, Prowl gave one last glance towards you and then turned to leave.

Your gaze moved from Prowls doorwings to the Honeybee when the door automatically closed behind him. He jumped a second time when your optics met for a nano-klick. He then stood up straighter and broke his gaze to glare at the wall. Trying very hard to look tough and uninterested.

His optics already brighter than they should be and his servos almost as tight as his plating.

Oh... this would be fun.

Maybe you could convince the scout of a little... exchange. Or at least you might be able to scare him off of his post.

-

Bumblebee drummed his digits on his own gauntlet, trying very hard not to let himself focus on you. He just managed to acknowledge the fact he thought you were hot. He didn't need to be guarding you right now. Bumblebee was already embarrassed enough being attracted to a Decepticon. He didn't wanna be in charge of exactly that Decepticon prisoner. It had been a few klicks, and you hadn't said anything, so Bumblebee thought just maybe you'd keep quiet through his shift.

"Hey, Honeybee." Your voice immediately shatters that hope. Bumblebee's plating that had relaxed clamped back down on itself at the sound of your voice. Bumblebee tries to steel himself so he can prepare for whatever you were gonna say to him.

"Honeybee." You hummed, your tone so much sweeter than Bumblebee knew you were. "I know your audials work. Don't ignore me now."

Bumblebee finally looks up at you and sees you close to the bars staring right at him. "What?" He asks purposely keeping his words short.

You are completely unbothered by his curt attitude. You actually smile a bit more when he responds, and Bumblebee has to tamper down his engine so it doesn't start softly purring. "Wanna make my stay and your boring shift a little bit more... interesting?" Bumblebee cycles his optics at the question.

Did you want to... actually talk to him?

Bumblebee frowns at the thought, not letting himself get caught up in his own cyberpuppy crush. There was no telling what you were actually doing this for. Bumblebee knew what kind of bot you were first- and that was a Decepticon. So he cautiously picks his words and doesn't let his optics leave your frame. "What kind of interesting?"

You smile and uncross your arms, one of your servos reaching down and- "Wanna interface?" Your digits dragged over the cusp of your modesty panel.

Bumblebee's optics rapidly cycle multiple times as he stares at you, still dragging digits over your own modesty panel teasingly- Bumblebee rather violently snaps out of his daze when your servo full on cups your closed panel. "No- no! You're our prisoner! I'm not gonna- No!" Bumblebee can't stop his vocalizor from pitching higher even when you obviously find his reaction funny.

Bumblebee forcibly clears his vocalizot and gets himself back together. "No." He repeats and hardens his expression to glare at you impassively. This was a trick. You were messing with him. Messing with him because you thought it was funny! So Bumblebee stands firm while he meets your gaze, daring you to say something else...

And you do "Alright fine, suit yourself, Honeybee. I'll just take care of myself then." You turn on your pede and make your way to the brigs uncomfortable recharge slab and sit down on it.

Bumblebee huffs a bit.

He was kind of proud he didn't break away from your gaze first.

Bumblebee's optics snap open wide when he watches you casually spread your legs out and snap your modesty panel back in one motion. "Uh-!" Bumblebee starts, and he can't finish because he's now suddenly stuck staring right at your valve.

"Enjoy the show then, Honeybee." Bumblebee's optics snap back up, and he watches as your servos drag along the grooves of your own plating. Your digits now dragging along the sensitive inner dips were your plating meets. A soft set of sighs dragging out of you every continued touch you'd feel of yourself.

Bumblebee watches mouth agape when your servos slowly dragged from your collar all the way down to your array.

Bumblebee's jaw clamps shut when he sees your now active array.

Your spikes pressurized and twitching heavy on your own frame. Your digits then rub over the mesh of your own valve tentatively. "You can still join if you want to Honeybee." Bumblebees optics snap back up to your faceplate- and he has the break away first this time when you smile at him. His gaze unwillingly shoots back down to your array when he catches movement, and he watches you start by immediately sliding two of your digits into yourself. Your valve obediently opens under your own prodding- the rim of your hole stretching around your own digits. And Bumblebee's mouth goes utterly dry.

Your other servo wraps around your spike, and you indifferently start to stroke yourself off. Pace unbothered but digit pads making sure drag along the girth and shape of your own spike every continued stroke up and down. You groan loudly under the stimulation and Bumblebee's own array starts twinging with obvious sudden interest.

Your thighs spread farther apart, and Bumblebee watches when your digits sink down to your knuckle. The wet sound of your own lubricant punctuated the act, and Bumblebee has to swallow down the needy sound that almost escapes his vocalizor. You huff a laugh and let your frame stretch out even further. Your plating laxing more makes the sensitive seams peak out even further for Bumblebee to look at. Your open thighs very much a clear invitation for Bumblebee to cozy himself between them-

No- no no no! Bumblebee shakes his helm and has to force his gaze away from you. He wouldn't-! Bumblebee needed to leave. No, he couldn't- he's supposed to be your guard and just watch you!

So Bumblebee slack jawed watches as your pelvis arches off of the recharge slab into your own servos. Your spike is starting to leak pre lubricant all over your own plating. You moan openly, and the sound is followed by Bumblebee's spike hitting the front of his modesty panel.

Bumblebee was supposed to report you acting up- he could report you acting up! Yup! Bumblebee was doing that! Right fragging now-! Bumblebee physically puts his servo up so he won't feel tempted to steal another glance while he rapidly dials Prowls Com.

-

Prowl answers Bumblebee's com call with an impassive nod. His optics are still trailing along his datapad. "Bumblebee."

"Prowl! Uh-!" The noticeably higher pitch in Bumblebees' voice immediately has all of Prowl's attention turning towards the conversation. "Um- the prisoner! They're uh-" Prowl quickly stands at the mention of you coupled with Bumblebee's obviously flustered state. He's opening Red Alerts Com in his backlog, noting how there was no message about you escaping or acting up. Prowl moves to start heading towards the brig preemptively. "They're um-!"

"Bumblebee, have they made any attempt to escape?" Prowl prods as he makes his way out of his office.

"Prowl they're self servicing-!" Prowl stops in his place, his sensor panels flicking upwards when he processes the statement.

Prowl resists the urge to sigh and quickens his pace. "I'll be right there, Bumblebee."

...

Prowl did not believe you would still be doing exactly what Bumblebee said you were when he actually got there. But low and behold you were.

Prowl has to suppress his optical ridge twitching at the sight of your thighs spread wide and your very active array out on open display. "Prowl!" Bumblebee exclaims at the sight of him, and Prowl can only note how bright Bumblebee's optics were. If Bumblebee had door wings, Prowl imagined they would be hiked up as far as they possibly could go.

"Bumblebee, you're relieved of the rest of your shift."

A look of surprise passes over Bumblebee's faceplate before he glances at you when you make a rather loud noise. "Ah- ha right- bye!" With that, Bumblebee rushes out of the door, leaving you and Prowl alone in the brig.

The sound of the door shutting behind Bumblebee makes your helm raise and your servos pull away from your array. You make optic contact with Prowl, and he does not bother to hide the unimpressed expression on his faceplate. "Aw, Honeybee got scared away?" You smiled clearly amused. "Even when I offered him the chance to join..." Prowl's wings twitch at the casual admission.

Prowl sighed and clicked his glossia. "Your abhorrent behavior is bothering our Autobots. Cease immediately."

Like he'd expected your derma just quirked upwards at his demand. "Or what, pudding?" You're servos trail down the dips of your hips till they were resting on your array. "Gonna come in here and punish me, maybe? Oh no... whatever shall I do...?" One of your servos finds your spike again, and you begun stroking up and down your own length.

Prowl can feel his annoyance flair and become genuine anger for a nano-klick, and he half imagines doing just that. And when his logic center tries to calculate the easiest way he could get a hold of you, he dismisses the numbers, and he smothers it back down. '

Prowl's optics flick down at your hard spike that's spilling pre lubricant all over your own fist. Then, towards your valve, which you currently weren't touching but was definitely lubricating under your own administrations.

His optics flick back up and your smile sharpens a touch. Prowl's plating tightens slightly on himself, having been caught leering for the quick moment. However Prowl holds his gaze with your own.

Prowl wouldn't allow you to get to him.

"What? Too shy to come in and join? I didn't take you for the type, Prowl."

"You're our prisoner, and no type of fraternizing will take place while you're in our care." Prowl's tone is clipped and short. He can feel the urge to say more on the tip of his glossia. But he also knew better than to give into your obvious attempts to off kilter and anger him.

"What? Not much of a spike mech?" Your servos both dip low, and the movement makes him glance- and Prowl wordlessly watches you spread your own valve mesh. Prowl has to resist the urge to swallow when he physically sees you clench down on nothing. Prowl lately registers his door wings raising a bit higher, and he forces them back downwards immediately. Unfortunately, you'd noticed the slight reaction before he had. "Oh, so you are more of a valve, mech. Noted."

Prowl ignored your remark for the sake of his own sanity. "I will ask you again to cease your inappropriate behavior while in our brig."

"What? C'mon, I'm dripping over here. Come in here and spike me, Prowl." You pushed two digits into your valve with a wet sound. Your other servo still on the side of your valve and still parting your mesh. Showing Prowl how you would clench down on your own digits. "I'll even let you overload inside me if you let me out afterwards. You were an enforcer before, right? I doubt this would be the first time you've ever traded an overload for a softer sentence."

The very bold assessment you'd made of Prowl's character snaps him out of his thoughts and drags his temper back to the forefront of his processor.

You were trying to escape. Not only escape, you were trying to offer sexual favors to get yourself out of your imprisonment. And you would accuse Prowl of- extorting those he's arrested for sexual gratification? Prowl's door wings slant, and his frown deepened into a scowl. "I have done no such thing, and I will never do any such thing as the gross miss use of power you are describing."

"You expect me to believe that? Really? A dirty enforcer like yourself?" You fisted your spike again and started stroking yourself while thrusting your digits into your own valve. "I bet you even fantasize about using those stasis cuffs of yours on cons like me! Ha, while imagining yourself punishing us like the dirty criminals we are." Prowl's mouth goes dry, and disbelieving outrage floods his system alongside the hot burn of shame. Prowl didn't know how you guessed his sins correctly, but frankly, he does not care.

Prowl's wings slant further, and he can't stop himself from disparaging you at least a bit. "You are a filthy pervert. Self-servicing in front of Bumblebee with no regard to anyone else around you. You have no dignity, and it's a wonder how none of your allies have killed you yet for your personality alone."

"Oh yeah?" The amusement in your tone only makes Prowl's anger flicker higher. Your servos are still working your array, and Prowl can feel the current heat in his chassis try and burn in a different way. The utterly immoral emotion easily wants to join Prowl's rage and settle in like it was meant to be there.

Prowl's optics narrow, and he can't stop his own glare or his glossia. "You're nothing more than a sexual deviant-! A deprived criminal who can only derive joy from the most dissolute forms of interaction." Prowl's engine tappers off a rev and he forces it to still as he continues. "You are unprincipled, selfish, abhorrent, and-"

"Keep going! I'm almost there-!" You urge Prowl on a smug satisfied smile curling at your derma. Prowl's door wings snap high, and his optics widened when he processed what you'd just said.

Arousal trickled up Prowl's chassis swift to settle in alongside his immediate disgust.

Prowl was compromised by his attraction towards you.

He's leaving. Prowl was leaving right at this very moment.

Without giving you another word, Prowl turns on a pede and makes his way out of brig. "Aw, Prowl, you're no fun-!" The door shutting behind him cuts your words off. Prowl had to allow himself a moment to vent. The frustration and the sexual energy fizzling down further and further in the back of his own frame.

Prowl instinctively checks his com when he gets a message.

Ironhide had messaged Prowls com saying if he needed to come teach you a lesson, Ironhide would do it at Prowl's command. Prowl promptly dismissed the message. Prowl knew Ironhide of all mechs was not who he wanted in charge of you in the brig right now. He'd seen you get into it with one another recently on the battlefield. And frankly, your encounters could be so sexually charged nowadays, Prowl was surprised that Ironhide hadn't broken code already.

No, Prowl needed someone who would not fall prey to your flirtatious advances and / or fall for your goading comments.

... it may take him a few klicks to find who he's going to subjugate you onto and also swap schedules around to give whoever that is the time to do that.

-

Red Alert cycled his optics and stared slack jawed at the monitor in front of him. You-! this was a trick- it had to be a trick-! But the longer he watched you self-service in the brig even after Prowl left had him uncertain. Red Alert then wordlessly watches you overload all over yourself with a loud groan. Transfluid spilling out of your spike and your own thighs closing around your own servo.

And then his jaw clamps shut when you move to continue touching yourself.

"Again!?" Red alert jumped out of his chair with a panicked shout at the voice to his right suddenly speaking. Red Alert's optics burned, and his helm is sparking when he makes frazzled optic contact with Trailbreaker.

"Red, I ain't exactly against the voyeurism, but you might wanna turn the volume down." Inferno on his left makes Red Alert whip his helm around. "I think anyone in the hallway can hear them from the monitor."

"Voyeurism!? It's not-! no its-" Red Alert fumbled and stared back at the screen of you working yourself to yet another overload. Trailbreaker and Inferno were both staring at the visual of you alongside him.

Oh, this was-! Frag! Red Alert turned the monitor off with a curse. The camera feed was still recording just- if you were up to something, he could review it later, Primus! Red Alert scrubbed his servos over his faceplate, his helm sensors still spitting static. Trailbreaker laughed softly on his right, and Inferno awkwardly patted his pauldron on his left.

-

You smirked when Soundwave pinged your com to tell you he shut the camera feed off. You pulled your servos off of yourself and stood up from the slab. You slipped your servo into one of the hidden physical storage areas you had on your frame and pulled out the human gem you'd been hiding from the Autobots. You pinged Soundwave and told him you were ready to hand it off.

The far away vent in the brig rattled and opened, and Ravage dropped down onto the floor with a barely audible noise. He stalked forward and stopped dead in his tracks, staring at you.

Oh, right, your spike and valve were still just out.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. I needed a way to get them to leave and turn the cameras off. They're such prudes- don't y'know?" Ravage made a chuffed sound that you couldn't take as anything else but a scoff. You bent down and stuck your servo through the bars, letting Ravage take the gem in his jaws before standing back up. "Tell Soundwave he's not gonna be able to black mail me on this. I do not care." You didn't bother trying to cover up since Ravage already had enough of an optic full that there was frankly no point.

Ravage raised his helm and continued to leer at you. You arched a brow and smirked. "Pervert."

Your com pinging with a message again makes you glance at it.

> Takes one to know one.

You huffed a laugh.

He had a point. "Touche."

As Ravage made his way back out of the brig, you made yours back to the slab. Wondering if you should fantasize about the Honeybee or that sour Enforcer of yours.

...

Maybe you could think about them both. No harm in that little fantasy now was there?

[captain-joongz]

fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023

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step son!jeno x step mom!reader, infidelity, very dub con

♤ hand kink by @jaylaxies

roommates au, hand kink

lee mark

◇ i can help by @recklessmark

step dad!mark, corruption, manipulation, infidelity

ATEEZ rec list pt. 1 | pt. 2

[jolieeason]

March 2025 Wrap-Up

Personal Highlights from this month: Daylight Savings is on March 9th. I am not looking forward to it (I like my sleep). My dryer repair is being stretched out. I am still waiting on parts for it. It looks like the beginning of April before someone can come out. BK and I bought a new car. It is a 2018 Nissan Leaf (yes, electric). I was/still am a little hesitant about going electric. But not…

[iamasaddie]

late night video

Clint x f!reader

summary: Clint needs to relax after a very, very difficult week. His plans to get some porn and jerk off his stress away change when he sees a pretty young thing at the counter. warnings: PWP; sex for money so dub-con(ish) but both parties realy want that; explicit sexual content (manhandling, dry humping, denied orgasm, unprotected PinV, dirty talk) ; unedited word count: 3,6k a/n: tomorrow is my birthday so here's a gift from me to me and also you <3 thanks to my dear friend @toxicanonymity for letting me blab about it and giving her wonderful comments!

Clint had a long week. A very long week. A week that left another deep scar on his body and a black eye under his left eye. His hand was still hurting after punching in the face of someone who maybe even deserved it. Clint hissed as he opened the door to the store he visited sometimes. He should’ve taken more painkillers.

He noticed you with his peripheral vision the moment he walked in. A pretty young thing – he hadn’t seen you here before – popping bubblegum with a bored look on her face. There was no need to look around, the section he preferred was always separated from the main space. Without an ounce of shame, he confidently walked towards the tacky red lights to a little space hidden behind heavy velvet curtains. 

The sound of the bell above the front door interrupted your mindless flipping through a magazine. The glossy pages changed one by one in front of your eyes, filling your brain with unnecessary knowledge about new hairstyle trends, colors of the season, and which Hollywood star had the biggest house. 

Before you raised your head and gave the person who came in a polite greeting, your gaze, out of habit, darted to the small desk clock. Two more hours until the end of the shift, and it already felt like a load of sand had been poured into your eyes. You sighed wearily and blinked with your painted eyelids, feeling the weight of the makeup that had been heavy on your skin all day. 

You didn't even try to put a fake smile on your lips, barely covered in cherry lip gloss on the edges where you haven’t licked it off yet. The man who came in wasn't looking at you, but as soon as you saw him, you couldn't look away. Tall, broad, with an impenetrable face and still fresh scars that clearly wouldn't heal on their own. His steps were heavy, as, apparently, his whole life was.

Criminals, bandits rarely visited the video store, perhaps it was due to something distracting them from enjoying the art of cinematography, so you watched with interest as he strolled along the rows of films of different genres. Until he stopped, you were pondering what his choice would be. Usually, men like him were found between the blockbuster shelves. He resembled a man who knew the lines of ‘Die Hard’ by heart. 

You saw the confidence with which he strode towards the heavy corduroy curtains and grinned to yourself. Right, Bruce Willis wouldn’t be the man’s companion for the night. Stubbornly, you continued staring at his leather-clad back, and as if sensing this, he paused for a second before disappearing behind the partition and looked back at you for the first time, fixing a sullen gaze on your frozen face.

It was like you were being held hostage by those deep, dark eyes. The deep red color of the dried blood on the split skin under his eye added even more breathtaking cruelty to his stern face. You blinked, and when you looked at him again, all you could see were the fluttering red curtains.

In a shameless erotic parade, film after film was lined up. The covers were full of semi-naked women and men in various poses, inviting anyone who’d enter to grab them and run into the secluded darkness of their own room. Clint took his time, he didn't know what he was looking for, but he was sure he would feel it as soon as he saw it.

A blonde with huge breasts wrapped in thick ropes with a fake expression of pleasure on her face. Pass. 

An illegally young-looking brunette kneeling in front of a man in a suit. He cringed at the tasteless name, “Teacher’s Pet”. Pass.

Redheads, gray-haired, bald, women, men. Damn, why the hell was it so hard to choose porn?

Exhaling, he grabbed “The Art of Submission". The man in the black suit barely stood out against the dark background, his hand was hiding the nakedness of a woman's pussy, and the girl on the cover was bent like a stretched bowstring, her eyes tightly closed. That'd do.

“Great choice.” You tried to sound unbothered, even though what started with a tingling heat in your lower belly now felt like a wildfire. “It’s very popular among men. And women.”

The man didn't take his eyes off you, which made you squirm nervously. He shamelessly studied your body, scarcely hidden behind a self-cropped graphic T-shirt and low-rise jeans. The bare skin of your tummy was covered with goosebumps from his attention and he grinned, addressing you for the first time.

“Think tellin’ me how many people exactly jacked off to this will make my night more exciting?” His eyebrows jerked upwards, giving you a better view of his long eyelashes. His face was impossible to read, but a spark of mischief seemed to glint in his eyes at the sight of your face distorted into an awkward smile.

“No, it’s not what I meant…” You stuttered for a second before getting yourself together and challenging him by not averting your eyes. “Although if that’s your thing it’s totally cool, trust me, I’m not judging. You know, to each their –”

“I’m not into cuckolding, or sharing, or whatever it is you mean.” The words out of his mouth sounded so mundane, that you were taken aback. Even though you were far from being a prude – quite the opposite, actually, you were enthusiastically pro sex in all its forms – it was unusual for a person buying porn to be so loud and unbothered.

“And what is your thing?” Someone obviously poured a gallon of audacity in your morning coffee because you didn't understand what else could have prompted you to ask such questions to a customer. Someone you were 99% sure was also a bandit. 

As if he was talking about his favorite beverage, the man replied to you. “Owning people.”

A nervous laugh escaped your throat and you didn't have time to swallow it. A minute-long pause interrupted your conversation, and his serious face hinted that he wasn't joking. Unwilling to let the conversation end on such a note, you tried to lighten the mood by offering the stranger a light smile and a chuckle.

“That doesn’t sound very legal.”

“Most of the things I do aren’t.” He just shrugged his shoulders. Your twitching lower lip tore the smile off your face and you bit the tender flesh, trying to keep your composure. “But I don’t want to scare you, so let’s just say sex for money. It is owning of sorts.”

He placed his palms on the counter and you directed your gaze to where his thick thumbs mindlessly scratched the lacquered wood. You clung to a small tattoo between his thumb and forefinger. A simple bullseye that turned blue with time. You wondered if that was because he always hit the target.

“Still not sure how legal it is.” You answered slowly, now lacking the nervous grin. This man's directness belied his danger, and both facts attracted you almost as much as his rough and rigid beauty. Saliva pooled in your mouth and you swallowed thickly, still staring at his fingers. You wanted to feel them in your mouth, the way imperious digits would press on your tongue, making you drool, and a slight grin would dance on the lips of a brown-eyed man while you helplessly moaned through your lips.

“Well, you won’t tell anyone, will you little lamb?” He bent his head and locked his eyes on yours. It seemed to you that his pupils were dilated, darkening his deep brown even further. “Plus, if both parties are consenting and having fun, what harm can be in that?”

You felt a lump in your throat, and the collar of your T-shirt became unbearably tight around your neck and you pulled it slightly. After taking another look at the upside-down picture on the cover of his VHS, you shook your head and tapped the plastic box with a nail painted in already cracked black polish.

“If that’s your thing, I don’t think this movie’s for you. It doesn’t really fit your criteria.” 

“Well, sometimes you gotta compromise.”

You took a deep breath, and blurted out as quickly as the air left your lungs,“maybe you don’t have to today.”

The silence was broken only by the sound of a music program coming from an old radio. You watched in silence as his hand reached into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. He had a resemblance of a smile on his face, a bit patronizing, but you liked the way his plump lips stretched and the scar cutting through one of them became lighter. You thought he was going to throw ten bucks on the table and walk away, or laugh in your face after recognizing your clumsy attempts at seduction, but instead he took out a folded stack of hundred-dollar bills squeezed by a gold holder. He took off the accessory and counted out five bills without looking, casually throwing them on the counter between you. Then, without saying another word, he turned around and crossed the room with a few confident steps, disappearing behind the red curtains for the second time that day.

You didn't have to ponder about what was going to happen for a long time, he left the tape on the counter next to the money. With a speed that you would be ashamed to admit to your friends, you rushed to the front door, flipping the sign to “Closed" and turning the latch. Just in case, you yanked the door a couple of times to make sure that no one would be able to enter. Checking your reflection in the glass window, you ran your hands over your hair trying to tame it a bit and pinched your nipples, forcing the tensed beads to stretch the thin fabric of your T-shirt.

He was sprawled out on a small two-seater sofa in the same fussy red color as the curtains. His legs were spread wide, practically extending from one armrest to the other, and your eyes immediately went to the bulge of his hard cock, still hidden under the stretched denim.

Consumed by a sudden wave of shyness, you walked deeper into the room. The man followed your every move with his hawk-like gaze, while you did not know where to put your hands and hoped that you would not stumble on air. A squeaky voice in your head mocked the inept seductress you turned out to be.

“So, little lamb, are you here to throw money in my face and tell me to get out?” His eyes traced the column of your neck, settling their attention on the stiff peaks of your nipples that gave him all the answers he needed. “Or are you here to let me own you for a while? Rent me your pussy, your mouth… Those pretty tits?” The silence was heavy with tension and you weren’t sure if he wanted you to reply or if it was a part of a game that had already begun. “I need you to tell me what you want. Otherwise it’s no fun.”

“Second, Sir.” You had no idea how the porny-sounding title came out of your mouth. You wanted to address him in some way so that he would know for sure that you were talking to him. That you wanted him. But since you didn't know his name, there wasn't much of a choice.

“Clint,” he offered you his name, and with how easily he’d done it you weren’t sure it was his real one. “My name’s Clint, but I like your manners.”

You quickly learned that Clint’s aura wasn’t the only big thing about him.Like an obedient doll to your puppet master, you straddled one of his wide-spread legs as soon as he beckoned you with his finger. The muscles in his thigh tensed and you felt the long awaited friction where your pussy was begging for it.

“Such a pretty thing,” he hummed low, watching how the light plays on your skin. “And so responsive.” He flexed his muscles eliciting a moan out of you. “Are you needy enough to fuck my thigh, little lamb? I didn’t even take my dick out and you’re halfway done.”

Your lower body worked on its own accord, too close to getting what it’s desired to stop. It was as if you were watching from the sidelines as your hips slowly moved, agitating every cell in your needy cunt. Your short pleated skirt hid the full depravity of your action, but you could feel your wetness seeping through the gusset of your panties, undoubtedly creating a mess on Clint’s jeans. 

He didn't take his eyes off your face: your lower lip was painfully trapped between your teeth, eyes were squeezed shut in anticipation of an orgasm that was about to come… Suddenly, your body became still. In a daze of the approaching release you didn't understand what was happening at first. You tried to move your hips again, but they were trapped in Clint's hands. You groaned in frustration, almost crying.

“I know, you want to cum so bad, don’t you?” Instead of sympathy, there was a note of mockery in his voice, and you tried to pull away from his grip to finally get the desired relief, but his hands held you painfully tightly by the hips, not allowing you to move. “I think you forgot something, little lamb. I’m here to use you, not the other way around.”

His words hit you like an ice bucket, but instead of cooling you down, it ignited a new desire in you. The tension between you was so palpable it almost bit you with electricity. Tuning with the reaction your body had to his words, you learned something new about yourself that day. Apparently, you were not at all against the idea of being used. You wondered if it was just reaction him, or if you’d just discovered a new kink of yours. 

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn't notice Clint releasing your hips and quickly unzipping his pants.

“Up,” he nodded to you and you obeyed reluctantly. Losing contact with his warm, solid thigh almost made you cry, but you quickly changed your attitude when you saw him lift his hips and pull down his pants enough to take out his cock. 

It was easy to understand from his knowing chuckle that you weren't the first to react to his manhood this way. And there was a lot to react to. Heavy-looking, his dick stood proudly, already hard after your little show. 8 inches, thick and entwined with bulging veins, you almost fell to your knees to get a taste. His deep pink head was glistening your precum and you licked your lips as if you’d be able to feel his salt on your tongue. A nice set of balls was intimidatingly proportionate to his dick and you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be able to get even one in your mouth. His hair was neatly trimmed, which came as a pleasant surprise for you. You wanted to bury your nose in that thatch of hair as you swallowed him down your throat, but you knew that was not in the cards today.

“Come here, little lamb, it’s impolite to stare.” His voice was like a tiger's purring. It was such a falsely harmless, enticing sound, but it came from a ruthless killing machine. 

You pulled off your panties, letting them dangle on your left ankle, and wanted to return to your place on his lap, but Clint clicked his tongue in disapproval.“Lose the skirt, I wanna see your pretty pussy struggling to take me.”

You swallowed thickly, but your fingers were already working on the buttons on the side. The dark garment fell around your feet like a puddle, but you just stepped over it.

Clint was staring at your pussy. His face lost its cheeky playfulness for a moment, and his jaw clenched tightly. “Even prettier than I imagined,” he said to himself, but the little porn nook was quiet enough for you to hear his whisper. 

Impatiently, you climbed onto his lap, wrapping your hand around his tense cock. He was so hot against your skin, like Clint had a fever. You both hissed in unison as you ran the weeping head from your clit to your eagerly throbbing hole. You leaned on his shoulder with one hand, trying to keep your balance before you would finally let him cross the last barrier.

You felt a little scared, now knowing how big Clint's dick was. Despite the fact that you were long gone being a virgin, and even had a decent amount of partners, you had never met someone so blessed. In an attempt to calm your nerves, you caressed yourself with the spongy head a few more times, painfully teasing both of you.

Clint's hand found your face, and he squeezed your cheeks, forcing you to look him straight in the eye.

“Sit on it.”

You bit your lip, slowly taking the cock inside you. Instead of pain, you felt only a slightly burning tension while your pussy was molded and stretched to accommodate his girth and length. The amount of your arousal was enough to make all 8 inches of him squeeze inside you in one long slide. 

When you felt his coarse pubic hair with your skin you let yourself breathe out, the smell of your bubblegum landing on his lips.

“What a good girl,” he almost sounded proud. You shared the notion. 

Neither of you moved for several long moments. Your eyes were interlocked, which seemed inappropriately intimate.You studied every ridge and vein of his cock with your walls, as he was learning your softness, your pliability. 

Clint’s hands ended on your hips again. As authoritative as before. But this time, instead of making you stop, he forced you to move. 

Strong arms flexed under his leather jacket and you saw his neck strain as he slowly lifted you on his cock before pushing you back on it. The stretch felt impossible, yet it didn’t sting anymore. It was just there, reminding you where you were. Whispering to you that you’d never have that with anyone else. 

“Come on, baby, I can’t do all the work.” You nodded dumbly, placing both your hands on his shoulders for leverage and giving him a few bounces. “Fuck, that’s right. Good little lamb, bounce on my dick.”

He leaned back, releasing your hips and giving you a false sense of control. Towering over him, you felt like the most powerful being on earth. After all, the most dangerous beast was growling with pleasure under you. His hands lazily crawled under your T-shirt, possessively squeezing the soft flesh of your breasts. Rough fingers played with your sensitive nipples, squeezing and pulling, then gently soothing, as if in an attempt to apologize for the pain. 

Emboldened, you impaled yourself on his cock in a frenzied rhythm. What you were afraid of at first no longer was enough for you. His cock, which seemed to grow even bigger with growing need, awakened in you a feeling of greed, selfish possessiveness. With each thrust, he kissed a sacred part inside you, which made you close your eyes and moan louder.

Like a suicidal moth you flew to his flame the brighter it burned. Your hips moved in small circles, making him hiss in pleasure. You squeezed your cunt around him, and Clint practically choked on air, abandoning your tits in favor of latching his lips to your neck. 

The closer you both came to your orgasms, the more animalistic were the sounds that you made. His teeth left bite marks on your jaw and neck, one hand gripped your hips viciously while the other squeezed between your body and blindly found your pulsating clit.

It took a few rough movements of his thumb and a rumbling “give me what I came here for” in your ear. You threw your head back, shaking on top of him as if possessed, while your pussy pulsated around Clint's cock as you reached your high. Exhausted and unable to move, you went limp as his hips started to thrust into you as he chased after his own pleasure.

“Where?”

You didn’t even ask him for a condom, so there was no actual reason to deny yourself the pleasure of being filled to the brim with that man, you thought. Yet the only thing you mewled in his neck was a shaky “in me, please.”

Maybe he wouldn’t even have been able to pull out in time, as he exploded inside you the second you said the words.

Hot cum rope after rope painted your abused walls, and his hips kept jerking pushing it deeper inside you. 

Clint bumped his back against the soft back of the couch, taking your powerless body with him. You didn't even have the strength to speak, let alone move. Evening your own breathing, you nuzzled his neck covered with a thin layer of sweat, it was slightly salty and smelled of generic cologne for men and his leather jacket. His chest heaved under you with each heavy breath he took, and you sat in an unburdened silence for several minutes. Your pussy was still warming his cock when Clint spoke.

“Do you have cameras here?” His voice came to its previous calmness. He bit your earlobe gently. “I’d like to buy today’s tape.”

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[yandere-daydreams]

tw - non/con, afab!reader, kidnapping, captivity, semi-public sex, and wildly unbalanced power dynamics.

Valentine's Day is Satoru's favorite.

Suguru likes Halloween more (albeit, mostly the part where they dress you up in a slutty costume and fuck you with a B-rated horror movie playing in the background), but he's got a soft spot for anything that makes Satoru happy. You think something about the shamelessness of it all appeals to him - pale pink stuffed animals tall enough to reach your waist, boxes of sickeningly sweet chocolate that you'll never get around to finishing, gifts that serve no other purpose than to affirm your love for him. Of course, you can't actually get either of them much of anything, not with so many locks on the apartment door, but he and Suguru still do their best to make the day special.

Your morning starts early. Suguru sweeps you out of bed while Satoru sleeps in, holding his hand over your mouth as he explains exactly what'll happen if you ruin his little surprise. Predictably, it involves lingerie - all pink silk and red lace and unnecessary frills. He gives you a white teddy bear before taking you back to the bedroom, a heart-shaped pillow embroidered with a cursive 'Be Mine' cradled in its plush arms.

A few minutes later, he'll guide your hips as you grind against its expressionless face, Satoru's cock lodged halfway down your throat.

If you're lucky, they'll get called away shortly after the first round - to tend to their students or to handle some curse, you aren't picky when it comes to what gets them away from them. If you're not lucky, Suguru will suck love-bites into your chest while Satoru makes breakfast, occasionally calling you into the kitchen to try pancake batter or grimace while he licks whip-cream directly off of your cheek. You aren't allowed to hold cutlery, not after trying to gauge out Satoru's eyes with a butter knife shortly after your abduction, so they'll take turns feeding you before leaving for the day, Satoru pressing kisses into your cheeks and promising he'll be back soon while Suguru laughs and shakes his head.

While they're gone, you'll wander aimlessly, picking at your meager list of chores (vacuuming, laundry, etc. - enough to keep you sane, but not enough to stave off the restlessness) and generally lamenting your pitiful existence. When you find the teddy bear thrown haphazardly into a corner of their bedroom, you'll consider trying to wash it before tearing its seams open with a pair of safety scissors and hiding its disparate pieces in different places around the apartment for lack of a better way to get rid of them. You'll try to sleep the time away, but you won't be able to.

It's dark by the time they get home. Suguru made reservations months ago that you're already running late for, so you'll be allowed to dress yourself for the first time in as long as you can remember. Going out is treated like a privilege, something you ought to be thankful for, but it's hard to be appreciative with Satoru's arm wrapped so snugly around your waist, with Suguru hovering behind you, occasionally resting a hand on the back of your neck whenever you gaze lingers a little too long on any one thing. Satoru slips the hostess a bill that might've made your mouth water a little over a year ago, and you're seated at a table on the outskirts of the dining area, well hidden from prying eyes. They'll make conversation that you try and fail not to join in on, and after ordering dessert, Satoru's hand will slip under the hem of your dress. You'll ask to leave before the food reaches the table, but Suguru will insist on staying until he's gotten his money's worth and you've cum on Satoru's fingers more times than you'd care to count. When you're red-faced and teary-eyed, the waiter will ask if you're alright, and Satoru will pull you into his side while Suguru tells him that you've always been a little nervous in public.

You won't make it home before things boil over. Suguru will park somewhere seclusive as Satoru eats you out, knee deep in the backseat. When Suguru joins you, you'll finally get your present - double-penetration, both holes stuffed while they take turns filling your mouth with their tongues. You'll sob and scream and beg them to stop, say that it's too much, that you're already overstimulated, but they'll insist on making sure you get everything they have to give you. They've been looking forward to this all year, after all. It'd be a shame not to let you enjoy such a thoughtful gift to the fullest.

Exhausted and humiliated, you'll fade in and out of consciousness as Satoru carries you upstairs and Suguru runs a bath, shyly admitting that their present might've been a little self-serving. It's only after they get you tucked into bed, Satoru already excitedly telling Suguru all of his many, many plans for a quickly approaching White Day, that you'll fade into the mercy of a dreamless, thoughtless sleep.

[uchispeach]

Sycamore Tree (Ch. 1)

Pairing: Dark! Rafe Cameron x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence, underage drinking and manipulative! Rafe…

This fic will contain dark content: such as dub-con/non-con and violence. You have been warned.

You laid on your back as you flipped the dusty pages of an old magazine. The weather was nice and the sun kept your skin warm, helping you get the slight tan you were wishing for.

Tranquility was in the air, and you were losing yourself in it just as the fence croaked. Your focus was now on the brunette stomping her way into the front yard.

“Hi!” You greeted her effusively, ignorant to the frown on her face. Your lips parted in surprise as you saw her slam the door while dismissing you with a sigh.

Your shock lasted a few seconds, quickly recovering your soft smile. You knew better than to take your sister’s actions by heart. Kiara had always possessed a tough character, while you were the calmest one.

Your father was quick to follow Kie and you soon joined the scene as the shouting coming from the inside of the house became louder.

”I’m sick of you following me around like some bodyguard. I can’t even buy some records in peace!” She shook the tote bag filled with vinyls.

“Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this…you just have to gain our trust again” The look on your mom’s face was sympathetic; her hands reached out for Kiara’s face, a gesture she quickly avoided by turning around and running off to her room.

The slam on the door made you flinch and your head felt heavy as you thought about the different ways you could comfort your sister without making the situation worse.

(…)

”Please, don’t disappear in the middle of the night with JJ” Your brows furrowed while you begged your sister to be in line.

”For the eleventh time, Y/N. I will not run away with him!..not again” The taller girl shouted as she took off her seatbelt.

You tried to swallow your concern as you both stepped out of the car, your eyes focused on the illuminated beach filled with drunk teenagers.

“Wait!” You were too late to shout as you saw the brunette slipping away to meet with her own friends. Great, you thought to yourself. A party was the last thing you wanted to attend but Kiara was pretty insistent on getting you to cover up for her tonight; and you were too considerate to ignore her desperate request.

”Y/N!” A sweet scent filled your senses as you were pulled to the side by a smiley girl. “You didn’t tell me you were coming. I could’ve picked you up!” Jennifer interlocked her arm with yours in an affectionate manner and you slowly relaxed at her presence.

Jenny was a nice girl you met during your last year in high school, and now you both hung out occasionally, mostly during the summer.

“I wasn’t really planning to-“ You were interrupted by a manly voice. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you all night!” A dark haired boy stood in front of you, muscles shining under his unbuttoned shirt.

You were quick to recognize him and the two other boys who followed right behind. The black haired girl stepped away from you, all to get closer to Kelce, who received her with open arms and a cold beer.

You were a bit confused as to why your friend was suddenly so comfortable around the Kook, chatting effusively with him while a slight blush colored her cheeks. A few deadly minutes passed by, until you were again included. “Oh! This is Y/N by the way” Her slim fingers reached out for your cold shoulder, pulling you closer to the little reunion.

“Well…” she continued to talk as she sensed you tensing up “…This is Rafe, you’ve probably seen him ‘round. And Topper, he’s Sarah’s boyfriend” The latter smiled slightly at the mention while the older boy remained stoic.

You looked at the Cameron boy with surprise, noticing how his blue orbs were already glued to you. His gaze was filled with shameless intensity as he confidently scanned you from head to toe.

His poker face slowly turned into a smirk, the kind of smirk someone makes after making a great discovery. “Kiara’s sister, right?” His voice fitted him perfectly, rough and deep with such a nice touch of huskiness.

You could only nod, feeling like a wrong move would lead to fatality. Rafe’s lips only stretched further. “We should get some drinks!” Your friend was quick to interrupt, pushing you all to the crowded side of the beach.

Even with your back turned, you could still feel the burning eyes of a certain blond.

(...)

“Do you want some?” You jumped at the sudden voice, earning a chuckle from the young man. You lifted up your face, big doe eyes staring up at a smiling Rafe. Then, your gaze unsurely traveled to the Mai Tais he held in big hands. “I don’t dri-” “It’s just one, besides, I hate drinking alone” He sounded truthful, leaving you with no choice but to accept the drink from his calloused fingers.

He let out a groan when he sat next to you on the dry log, spreading his legs and consequently causing his thigh to rub yours. The sound of a can opening was followed by a look filled with expectancy. You took the hint and opened your own beverage. “You know…” He took a sip. “...I got a little upset when I stopped seeing you around the house.”

You felt the liquid trying to find its way out of your throat, making you cough. “I kind of enjoyed your little visits.” You could tell he was being honest and that just made you feel ashamed. “Well, things just got…complicated” By complicated you meant unsustainable. Because everytime anyone mentioned Sarah Cameron around your sister it was like all hell had broken loose.

It was strange, Rafe Cameron reaching out to you, just to tell you he missed all those times you would go to his house on playdates. Mostly, because you never really interacted with him, just saw his younger face every now and then behind his bedroom door or on the other side of a huge dining table.

The blond only nodded, seeming to understand what you meant. “You look cute today” Such an inoffensive compliment and he still said it with a predatory smirk. “Pink has always been your color” He took the liberty of stroking the edge of your sundress.

You felt the heat rising up to your cheeks as you looked down on his fingers tugging at the fabric. “Thanks… I like your shirt. That-That cut looks great on you” Rafe threw his head back in laughter, making you want to sink impossibly further into the hard piece of wood.

“That’s what I like about you” He looked at you through the corner of his eyes. ”You’re always so kind…always having the need to give back.” His words were said in a serious tone, no playfulness between the lines.

A strange feeling installed itself on the pit of your stomach, tickling your senses in a nice way. Suddenly, the North Carolina breeze stopped chilling your bones. You felt warm.

You swallowed your awkwardness with a gulp. Doing your best to slow down your heart rate. “And…How have you been doing?” Your eyes were deep in his.

The can touched his lips again, staying there for a long time before answering: “Nothing has really changed, at least not for good” Behind his irises you could see some emptiness, and that made your chest tighten a little.

Fights, fits, constant shouting and scolding, you remembered it distantly. The Cameron household was far from perfect and preferences seemed to have been decided since long before you met them, leaving the blond boy in a disfavored place.

“Well…sooner or later, I’m sure you’ll be able to turn things around.” You wore a shy smile on your soft lips. ”So optimistic” Rafe threw back at you with a hint of humor. “Wish others had that same level of faith in me.” A dry laugh left his throat.

Your face looked for his, getting closer in a comforting gesture. “It’s probably hard to feel like you constantly have to prove yourself…” Your tongue spoke faster than your brain. “…to others”

The older boy’s gaze was deeply set on you, the intensity of it making you back away carefully. “I’m-“ His factions were still, almost making him look upset. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know why I said that” You stumbled with your own words. The regret of making bold assumptions clouding your head.

But then he talked, deep and clear for you to hear: “I don’t mind.” A warm limb rubbed against your back, followed by the feeling of his hot breath on your skin.

The Cameron boy had you secured by his side, with one hand lazily going up and down all along your spine and his body heat wrapping around you like a blanket.

His closeness started to make you feel dizzy, totally unsure on what to think about it.

After a few seconds, discomfort started gurgling deep within you as his hefty hand prevented you from putting some distance between the both of you. With no hesitation, his strength pulled you right back by the waist.

“I-” A loud noise made you stand up with a jump. “Did you hear that?” Your brows furrowed in worry as your eyes searched for the disturbance’s cause. Screams were soon to follow, as well as curses and rough words coming from young voices. One of them you were able to recognize.

Pope dragged a pair of sweaty and agitated boys. JJ and John B rooked rough, the latter one even presenting a few bruises and cuts. Kiara was soon to follow, shouting at the trio to move faster.

Your sister was frantically looking around, and almost like an automatic response your legs moved to join her. “Hey, let me drive you.” A solid grip was quick to take you back. Rafe had a decided look on his face. “I can’t, I have to go back with my sister” You politely shook your arm, trying to liberate yourself without seeming rude. But the blond had other plans, keeping you in the same place with an even tighter hold.

“Next time?” You said with a pleading face. Rafe’s eyes, with an unreadable intensity, pierced through yours. He seemed to weigh your words before nodding reluctantly, his fingers loosening their grip but not entirely letting go. “Alright, I’ll see you ‘round,” he said, his tone almost imperceptibly softer. He let go, but his gaze lingered, a mix of frustration and something else you couldn’t quite place.

You pushed away the goosebumps of your last encounter, only to solely focus on getting as fast as you could to the brunette’s side.

“Kiara!” You were out of breath as soon as you reached the parking lot. Pope on the old van’s wheel while JJ struggled to throw John B inside. “Hurry up! You have to get out of here” The younger girl was anxiously leaning against the vehicle’s door. “What-” You were cut short by the sight of a metallic object.

Kie’s boyfriend was quick to hide the gun under the seat. “Come on. Before the police arrive!” Your mouth was wide open, shocked by the nervous display. You were too occupied trying to decipher what was going on, that you didn’t even feel your sister shaking you hard by the shoulders.

“Y/N, we have to leave. Gimme the keys!” Kiara groaned in exasperation as she saw you struggling to comprehend the words coming out her mouth. “Now!”

A/N: Characters are aged up. Reader is 19 and the Pogues are all over 18.

[skeletonh0e]

Henlooo hope Ur doing well! Any spicy headcanons abt the senses flowing in ur head? 🙏

A few! For now I'll simply give you one of each, gender neutral reader, no explicit mention of specific genitalia

NSFW Headcanon Rapid Fire (Ya'll know the drill minors DNI) :

Minor TW; for breath play ig?

Classic is actually pretty ticklish in certain places, noticeably around his neck and collarbone area. It becomes a favorite past time of yours to kiss or even playfully bite the areas it makes him noticeably flustered and erupt into giggles, especially during more intimate moments. What takes you both off guard is when you go to nipple at his collar bone but add a bit more force than usual, earning a loud moan out of him and while it takes him awhile to comprehend what just happened you smile wickedly especially as you feel him grow hard against you. This is yet another thing you're 100% going to exploit

Blue has the biggest praise kink known to man, which I think is something that's funny in how easy it is to trigger. I definitely think Blue is a switch, he really likes doming but you quickly master all the right ways of how to make him melt underneath him. You can't help but give a little cheeky "good boy" when you're out about and in public, which depending on your tone will either make him simply blush or make his mind short circuit. One time to really mess with him you leaned right where his hypothetical ear should be then give a sultry "that's my good boy~" and he proceeds to nearly lose it "DARLING NOT IN PUBLIC!"

Fell bites so fucking much and I have no doubt in my mind that he loves to leave hickies, sometimes he seems to take it as a bit of a challenge if you attempt to cover them. Though I think he's the worst about it when giving head, don't get him wrong he's pretty mindful of his sharp chompers but he loves seeing you get tense as he idly presses his teeth against you while he's nestled in-between your legs. But on top of that nipping your inner thighs and hips is something he does a lot. Your entire lower off is covered in all of his marks, next time you swear a swim suit you make sure a shawl is covering your lower half and Red being the asshole he is looks so smug about it

Horror has two very conflicting sides to him, one in which he doesn't want to hurt you cause he loves you and the other in which his inner sadist does actually get turned on by harming you. Thankfully you enjoy a certain level of pain, hell, you probably aren't with him if you aren't at least a little twisted yourself. It's made very clear one night when you're in the middle of some intense sex when he suddenly wraps a hand around your throat, nearly choking you, the sight of you helplessly rasping for air making his dick twitch and causing him to thrust harder. He does eventually catch himself before he can accidentally strangle you but before he can stop you orgasm violently underneath him. Discoveries were made about the both you that night

Ace is the master of all things sex and a shameless freak, you two have tried out a lot of things together. Sometimes it ends up being just as hot as you two hoped, sometimes it just results in two bursting out laughing and other times it's very anti climactic with you two just cutting to the after care then watching a film later trying to decide on what you should try next. Today's adventure involved you collaring him with a leash to boot, however it didn't just stop there, you two walked around a party like that. The collar even had your name on it. It started out mainly as a way to mess with people but you really liked tugging on his leash to make him follow you and showing off to everyone just who 'owned' him

Fresh still doesn't get sex as a whole, especially certain elements of it and just kind of rolls with whatever you want. However he is very touchy and I've said before he likes seeing you in revealing outfits, less because of any sexual gratification and more because he just likes some skin to bone contact. If you have a lot of skin exposed he'll get especially handsy, roaming over your form, getting gently sometimes rough squeezes and pulling you as close as possible. It definitely ventures into full blown groping, which while it's not sexual for him it is for you and sometimes you have to stop him from doing it in public. It's embarrassing how flustered you get while he just keeps his cool

[seredelgi]

Who You Begging?

fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

pairing: Fushiguro Toji x Reader, Fushiguro Toji x Fem!Reader

summary: You should know better than to flash Toji with skimpy outfits right before a night out with friends. He should know better than to take you raw. But that's just who he is, a reckless motherfucker that just loves the sound of your voice when you beg for him.

rating: Mature, 18+

warnings: non-con, dub-con, dom!toji, sub!reader, smut, fingering, sex, vaginal sex, spanking, unprotected sex (don't try it at home lol), penetration, manhandling (just a tiny bit, she's totally fine), vulgar language?, orgasm control, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, breeding, breeding kink, porn without plot

word count: 2.9k

a/n: A little treat for Toji 'cause the man has me feral. This is basically shameless smut. Although it's tagged as non-con, reader is not opposed to what happens for the majority of the time. I thought about rating it dub-con but the ending is clearly non-consensual, so there. Let me know if I've left out any warnings. I'm no native English speaker so be kind :)

“ ‘K I’m ready” you announce, entering the living room space and taking a few steps in his direction to stand in between him and the TV he’s got on.

Toji's lazy jade gaze tears away from the inanimate object to trail down your figure, drinking in every curve and patch of skin that rests exposed to the cool air of the night, and you even twirl around to give him a full show.

“ Like it?” you ask, then.

He looks at you for a while, hooded eyes trained on the way the skirt you’ve got on falls only a few inches short of the swell of your ass.

A literal tease is what you are.

“ Do I?” he murmurs then, and he softly grabs at your hand, giving it a light squeeze before dragging you towards him, tugging at you and prompting your ass to land in between his spread legs, your back pressed against his toned chest.

“ Isn’t it a bit… Revealing?” he asks, and you feel his steady breaths huffing silently in the crook of your neck, sending a shiver running through you as his hands stroke along the length of your bare thighs.

You shut your eyes, relishing in the feeling.

But you know you can’t indulge. Your friends are waiting for you.

“ We’re going clubbing” you mutter, and you hate the way your voice is already faltering anyway “ What did you expect?”

“Hmm,” his gentle hum reverberates against you as he inhales in your scent. You’ve put a new perfume on tonight, one that your friends had gifted you a few months prior. You still hadn’t found the occasion to try it on, and a night out with them seemed like the perfect opportunity.

You giggle when he laps at your neck rather lewdly, trailing up its length to reach your earlobe and start sucking on it.

“ So, I take it you like the outfit?” you ask playfully, but his hands have started skimming up toward your breasts, and you catch your breath as you consider stopping him.

He palms one in his right hand, squeezing it so hard that you can’t help but tamely mewling in response, and your head falls back to rest on his shoulder.

“ I hate it” he hisses candidly on the skin of your neck, holding you to him like he knows you love so much.

As you feel the shape of his erection pressing against your back you push your ass against it a little, eliciting a hearty groan out of him, and he bites on your skin in return. Your hand tightly grips his knee, and you feel a greedy heat starting to gather in between your thighs, desperate for him already.

“ Doesn’t look that way to me” you say, breaths short as the curve of your ass grinds along his hard-on.

“ You’re such a brat” he lets out, and it’s so hoarse that it makes your insides twirl, it renews a need he had already sated that very morning.

But you want him again.

His hand finally travels across your fluttering stomach and down towards your heat. You can feel it dampening your panties already, can feel the way you throb for him to touch you.

“ I know how to tame you, tho” he whispers in your ear and sweeps his tongue along its outline, turning it flushed red with arousal.

He pushes the hem of your skirt up enough for him to slip past the waistband of your cotton pink panties, and you exhale, your chest heaving up with anticipation. He catches the not-so-subtle hint, dragging his other hand up to grab one of your breasts.

But it’s when his deft fingers make their way in between your folds that you fall apart, your head tilting to side, hiding shamefully in the crook of his neck as he chuckles, evidently pleased at how wet you already are.

“ Look at this” You feel his black hair tickling your cheeks and you press a soft kiss right on his pulse point “ Already dripping for me, huh?”

You keen, nodding faintly against him.

“ Want daddy to take care of it, baby?” he purrs seductively and pushes you flat against him. You feel his dick twitching with need, too.

“ ‘M-hm, please” you breathe, feeling him dragging his fingertips up towards your swollen clit, and you bite hard at your bottom lip, bucking your hips towards his gentle touch.

The one hand that had kept kneading your breasts rushes down to grab your waist, stilling you against his crotch instead.

“ Stay put, brat” he blows out, and it honestly mesmerizes you how quickly his tone can shift from impossibly sweet to harsh, all depending on how good you are at following his lead.

As soon as you still he starts drawing lazy circles around the soft skin of your apex, and you moan loudly, nuzzling your nose against him to make your needs known.

He scouts down again to rest two digits at the pulsing heat of your entrance. His other hand skates along your thigh and nudges it to the side as he whispers to you “ Spread ‘em, baby- like this, yeah”. It’s easy to comply when you’re intoxicated by the knowledge of what he’s capable of doing to you.

“ Such a good girl for daddy, aren't you?”

Your eyes roll back at the feeling of his fingers finally pushing past your wetness, sinking into it and exploring your insides with extreme, agonizing caution.

“ ‘Gonna mark you now, so stay still” he murmurs on the sensitive skin of your neck, and then delicately bites on it, tasting it avidly with his tongue.

When he starts sucking on you his fingers begin slowly pumping in and out of your pussy, prompting the sound of your juices to threaten the already fading lucidity of your dazed senses.

The harsh voracity that he’s reserving to your neck strikes a distinct contrast with the extreme gentleness of his thrusts into your cunt, and it drives you wild how easily he leaves you on the edge of ecstasy, toying with you like a doll.

“ Toji, please” you basically mewl, your legs trembling for him to turn his attention back to your aching clit.

You know he loves it when you beg him, it makes the power play that much more enticing, all the more effective, and you can feel it because he’s impossibly hard while pressed against your back now, and you want him inside of you so bad that you wiggle, trying to make your needs clear. Who cares if you’ll be late to the club, your friends will just have to wait.

“ Shut it, I’m not done” he hushes you, tone as cold as ice, and he slips a few of his fingers past your parted lips, expecting you to suck on them instead of keeping up the pleads that so easily roll off your tongue when he’s got his hold on you.

And of course, you do. You slurp on the length of them the best you can, your eyes teary with need, your arousal already at its peak.

His lips part from the sore skin of your neck with a lewd pop, and you keen around his digits, only to feel him shoving them further down your throat.

“ There” he hums contently and laps at the spot that he’s so devotedly put all that effort onto, proudly looking at the way your tender flesh plies to his abuse and colors a crimson red that perfectly serves his purpose. He wants to make it clear to anyone who dares to look at you tonight that you’re his alone to dispose of.

As his attention finally focuses back on your pussy his jabs into you pick up the pace, and his thumb comes to rest on your starving clit, feeling it swell under his touch as you convulse around him, brought over the edge in a matter of seconds.

You collapse against his chest, weary and consumed by your own high.

“ Hmm, good girl, ‘came so quickly around me baby” he slips his fingers out of your mouth, but keeps a slow pace with the ones in your pussy, overstimulating your clenching walls as you sob silently.

He kisses your temple lovingly, a contact you silently relish in the aftermath of your pleasure.

Then you hear the sudden ringing of your phone, accompanied by its vibrating on the tea table in front of the couch you’re both seated upon. You look at its screen, seeing your friend’s face popping up on it, her bright smile shining on her features as you slowly regain your composure.

You lean forward to pick up the call, but your man’s quicker, wrapping his big hand around your wrist and pulling it around your back. Then he pushes his hips forward, making you fumble onward towards the wooden surface ahead of you.

Your face lands flat against it, your phone vibrating inches away from your eyes as you find yourself bent over the tea table.

“ Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, and he sounds devilish like you’ve never heard him be “ I’m not nearly done with you”

“ Toji please, stop. I gotta go” you speak, but he’s deaf to your pleas this time around.

You hear the sound of him hastily fumbling out of his joggers, and you try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he’s just so much stronger.

“ Go?” his tone is mocking, and you see your phone go black again, before resuming its chiming as your friend’s messages start crowding the screen “ I don’t think so, baby”

You feel your skirt being roughly pulled up, as well as your panties being drawn down, and you wince when his free hand slaps your ass, making you bite on your lower lip, and most certainly re-awakening a dark hunger you had thought long quenched by now.

He squeezes your ass harshly before smacking it again, and this time around a strangled moan tears free from your throat.

You had tried to restrain from making it obvious how much you like it when he acts like this. Because honestly, you hate that you do. But the task is made impossible by the feeling of your insides twisting as you hear him spit on his fingers before they come to look for your hole again, finding it slick with your juices.

A hearty laugh rumbles from him at that, and it makes your skin crawl.

“ You’re so damn easy for me”

And it’s true. Doesn’t matter if he treats you like a whore, even more so in fact, your arousal grows impatient, it tears apart any shred of resistance you’d like to reserve to him at moments like these.

Especially when you feel his tip eagerly prodding at your entrance, and you whine loudly. Your knees spread further apart on the floor of your living room, and you push your ass up to better accommodate his entrance.

“ Fuck-” he swears, running the tip of his thick cock along your spasming slit “ so compliant”

It drives him crazy, you can feel it in the tone of his voice, and despite how much you fight it, you love it too, the way you so easily bend to his will.

He pushes past your walls, effortlessly enveloped by your slick arousal, and harshly hitting your cervix with one deep thrust.

You cry out, not expecting his intrusion to be so quick, or so intense. It knocks the air right out of your lungs as you feel his weight crashing down on you.

He grunts low and throaty, and you close your eyes shut, bracing for the next shove.

When it comes, you find yourself gripping the edge of the table tightly for balance, biting down on the skin of your hand so as not to make too much noise.

But his thrusts quicken very soon, and he starts drilling into you with ease as your pussy flutters around him, unable to put a stop to the jolts of pleasure coursing through you whenever the head of his cock slams back hard against that sweet spot he knows so well by now.

He’s still got your arm pinned over your back as you’re lulled into a haze, and then he demands you talkative.

“ Wanna go now, baby?”

You shake your head feebly, drooling over the table as he smacks hard against you.

“ No? Wanna stay here?” breathy moans escape his lips in between whatever obscenities he speaks now “ Wanna take daddy deep inside this cunt?”

You nod faintly, hoping that it can be enough of a proper response for him, seeing the state he’s got you in.

“ Fuck- yeah” he groans harshly, and then his fingers let go of your wrist and he grips tightly at each of your hips, guiding you into his thrusts to dig into your insides even deeper “Then take it, baby, you’re so fucking good at it”

Another harsh slap against the sore skin of your ass and tears start to stream down your face, out of frustration or sheer pleasure you have no idea. You just know you need release.

And since he won’t take it in his hands to give you that, your hand reaches in between your trembling legs to look for the sensitive little nub that’s nestled between your thighs, already silently asking for attention.

He takes notice of that and doesn’t spoil the occasion to taunt you about it, of course.

“ You needy little slut” he exhales, the degrading appellative striking a chord with you, and you slam back against his hips, demanding.

He grunts hoarsely and shoves your hand away from your pussy, arising a loud complaint within you. He surely doesn’t intend to rob you of pleasure. Right?

“ Came two times already today, and yet still can’t wait for me to tend to it, huh?”

You whine, starting to grow impatient as his thrusts dial down a little, his pace slow and menacing to your drunken senses. You can feel each inch of him sliding inside of you with extreme ease, his girth stretching you out to perfectly fit his size and making your walls flutter delightfully around it.

“ You know I can give it to you” his words may sound threatening, but his tone betrays all of his impatience instead “ 'wanna hear you beg me for it, c'mon”

You don’t need to be told twice.

“ Toji, please” you give in immediately “ oh, please make me ‘cum”

Even so, his pace remains steady, and you find the way he toys with you infuriating.

But you’re high on it, nonetheless.

“ Who you begging, babygirl?” the tone of his voice husky as ragged heavy breaths tear free of him, the allusion clear in the strain behind it all.

You click your tongue and sigh before giving in.

“ Daddy, plea-ah!”

You don’t have time to finish, he slams back into you with renewed edge as soon as he hears you call him that, a thing you still hadn’t managed to give into, despite his frequent use of it.

He bends over you to look for your clit, finding it drenched in your juices and throbbing from pleasure on itself.

“ C’mere baby, I got you” You hear him purr softly against your ear, and you shiver at his instant proximity. " You can 'cum now"

You’re so close already that all it takes really is a few lazy circles of his on it and you lose it completely, shuddering underneath him, wrapped in the pleasure he’s granted you. Your walls clamp down the whole length of him, milking it so good that you feel his jerks immediately come to a stuttering halt, his cock suddenly beginning to twitch frantically inside of you without so much as a warning.

You flinch, spurting forward on instinct in an attempt to make it slip out of you in time, but his fingers dip harder into your flesh, his hand spreading over your pussy as he anchors you to him.

“ Don’t run away from it baby, wanna feel you squeeze around me -fuck yeah, like that”

You feel every single contraction of his dick inside of you, helpless to the feeling, lost thinking about how quickly his seed could reach your womb as he carelessly fucks it into you, how easily he could knock you up just like that. You weakly try to jiggle away, but it doesn’t stop the tremendously intense jolts of pleasure that engulf you once his warm spend paints your insides white, and you can just feel your walls welcoming it in with delighted little spasms, sucking eagerly as if you were made for it.

And maybe you are, but damn, not right now. It's way too soon to have a baby.

You’re furious with him, to say the least. And you intend on telling him, just as soon as goosebumps dissipate, or whenever words start to seem like something speakable again.

He slips out of you with a satiated sigh, and you feel his ‘cum immediately follow, leaking out of you and starting to stream down your inner thighs. Its warmth is pleasant, yet a reminder of his reckless behavior.

He exhales contently as his hand comes to squeeze your ass again, his grip possessively dipping into your flesh and claiming it his. He gives you a final harsh smack, his tongue gliding along his bottom lip as he takes in the sight of you bent over the tea table, your pussy oozing out his semen and dripping down the wooden floor beneath you.

“ Now you’re ready” he smiles wickedly at the view.

[hispg]

My sweet friend

Pairings: Best friend Leon! x fem! Reader

Wc: 2.2k

Summary: After a party you decided to sleep in your best friend's house, little do you know that sleeping is the last thing that he'll do.

Warnings: Porn without plot, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, somnophilia, dub-con, drunk sex, dirty thoughts, a bit of dirty talk, shameless smut.

He was shirtless, just wearing his sweatpants, all at ease as he waited for the episode to finish.

Another quiet evening in Leon's apartment. He was just lazing around watching some series on TV. It was his day off, so he was making the most of it.

He wasn't one for staying up late, and considering it was already half past ten at night, it was high time he fell asleep.

He was about to doze off on the sofa when he heard the doorbell ring. This puzzled him since he hadn't invited anyone to his apartment that night.

Sleepily, he got up from the sofa and headed for the door. He opened it while rubbing his eyes, not even paying attention to who was waiting for him.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite police officer!" You say in a slightly raspy, slurred voice. You were very loud that night.

He opens his eyes, noticing your figure. He was used to these visits from you. After all, you were best friends, but he'd never seen you so loose like this.

"Uhm, what are you doing here?" The question came quietly from his lips, although he kept a sweet smile for you.

Of course, he heard when you started talking, but paying attention to what you were saying was another story. His eyes traveled down your body, and seeing the way your curves were being hugged by your tight black dress was simply immoral.

He took a deep breath, remembering every detail. It wasn't hard to guess that you were coming from a party, and you looked so beautiful.

"Mhmmm, Leon! Will you let me in?" You whimpered slyly, throwing yourself into his arms.

"Ugh, you stink of alcohol." He grumbles, gently dragging you inside.

All you did was mumble some nonsensical things, which frankly Leon didn't even try to pay attention to. He just dragged you into his room, laying you on the bed.

You needed that, just as you would need him the next day. He swore to God he was trying not to look at you, but the way your curves were so exposed in that dress.

He shouldn't have, but he could already feel his blood pulsing in his lower body. As a precaution, he decided that he would sleep on the sofa for the night until he heard your whimper.

"Am I going to sleep alone? No! What if there's a monster under the bed?" You said in the same drunken, raspy voice. He wondered how much you'd had to drink that night. And for making the situation more amusing somehow, you sat on the bed and pouted at him.

He hides a laugh from you, finding your childish behavior comical, to say the least.

"Ok, I'll sleep here. But if you kick me out of bed, I'll throw you out. Do you hear me?" Leon whispers jokingly, sticking his tongue out at you.

You nod desperately, pulling him into bed with you. He falls onto the bed gently, snuggling into his side.

And once you lay back down on his bed, he can't help but look at you with the most pleading eyes on earth. Even if you're not noticing it, too busy trying to be comfortable on his bed.

But he can't help it. The way your dress always lifts up a bit, threatening to show the curve of your ass. Fuck, too exciting for him not pay attention. He could end this, surely, just putting a blanket over you would solve the problem.

And that's exactly the point, he don't want to solve the problem.

He preferred to stay on his side of the bed, looking at your ass bouncing every time you tried to get on a comfortable position, the way that the dress drawns your curves so damn perfectly.

He swear to God that he's trying to not think about it, but the way that his cock is throbbing on his pants says otherwise. He even grabs a pillow, softly rubbing against his erection, hoping that this helps him to ease a little.

Didn't take long for him to get mad about it, why instead of the pillow, it couldn't be that pretty mouth of yours? That pretty plump, pink lips of yours? Damn, the way that it would fit perfectly around his cock.

Or even better, what if he can use that pretty pussy of yours? He can bet that your pussy it's just pretty as you.

Without even noticing, his hands slipped through his pants, his fingers rubbing the tip of his hard cock. And he can already feel the considerable amount of pre-cum sliding down on this dick, messing his thighs on the process.

When he felt what he was doing, he stopped himself, thinking about how wrong it was. No, it was too dirty to do that while you were beside him.

He breathed heavily, trying to focus on getting his composure back. He got his phone, and started to scroll it, praying that this give him some sleep, so he can just close his eyes and rest, even if he doubt that he's going to be able to sleep this night.

A couple of minutes later, he felt a bit more calm, taking deep breaths and trying his best to not think about you. But when he turned to your side, his mouth fell open, eyes widening at the sight.

There you were, laying on your stomach, your dress was now at your waist, giving him a perfect angle of your bare ass cheeks. His mind goes wild, seeing how round and plump they're.

And then again, he felt his cock hardening, so damn hard that he can see it through the sheets.

"Fuck me.." He murmured, drooling at the magnificent sight of your bare ass.

His hands trembled, and he was willing to at least give a squeeze on that ass, he can't control himself. It was such a hot sin in front of him.

And well, before he even realized his hand was on his cock, palming himself to get some relieve.

His another hand roaming in your arms, gently caressing it. He can't believe how much he gets aroused only by such a simple touch like this. He felt your soft skin under his fingertips, and it was so damn smooth.

You shivered at his touch, even if you were sleeping, just one involuntary action. As if even when you were sleeping, you still wanted his touch.

He couldn't help, letting out a soft whimper while he was jerking off, feeling so excited over you. He can't contain himself, too much for him.

Finally, his hands reached your lower back, and he started to play with the waistband of your panties, wanting to desperately feel what's underneath.

Slipping his hand down further, he gets to touch your ass cheek. Dragging his fingers over it, rubbing and giving little squeezes. Feeling the soft flesh of your ass.

And shit, he felt so turned on by that. Cock twitching and pulsing on his hand, he's sure that once he come, it's going to be a thick,long load. He's more than sure of it.

You stirred, shifting your ass a bit more up, stretching yourself a bit, soon turning back to your normal position.

And then again, Leon whimpered, hand dangerously close to your covered pussy, fingers roaming eagerly your ass, wavering around each centimeter.

That purked little cunt, that he desperately wants to suck and lick until you're begging him to stop. That little cunt that he wants to fuck over and over, and fill it up with his cum. 

In an impulsive thought, his hands slide to your already wet folds, not touching it directly. The tip of his indicator finger stroking it above your soaked panties, and he was whining so damn much right now.

He keeps telling himself that this is wrong, that he shouldn't be doing this. But hell, if is this bad, why you're so fucking wet? There is no way that you didn't want this, too.

The way that you started to rub your thighs together, pressing them against each other so tightly. This was the bit of sight that he needed, and well, he would keep going.

He kept stroking his cock with one hand,  he was trying his best to not cum that fast, but he can't help it. When he entered his finger on you, feeling your tight wet walls sucking him in, he whined loudly, more than he should.

Words can't describe how relieved he felt knowing that you were a deep sleeper this night, maybe from the tiredness along with the fact that you were a bit drunk. Enough to knock you down on this bed.

Then again he slipped another finger, whimpering at the sensation of your tight little cunt. Wanting so bad that it was his cock instead.

His fingers started to grind you, moving at a slow and steady pace. Feeling your gummy and velvety walls embrace him tightly.

"Mhm.." There it was, your sweet voice moaning at his touch.

You started to stir, drowsy opening your eyes. Your eyes nervously darts around, while Leon look at you with a soft smile, as if he wasn't doing anything. But you could clearly feel how hot it was between your legs, you could feel your fluids dripping down your thighs.

Too bad you were too tired to protest, not that you were against it either. Not least because as soon as you realized what he was doing, you swung your hips towards him, thrusting in a way that made what he was doing easier.

Another sweet whimper escapes his lips, his fingers start to move faster. In and out, curving around and hitting your sweet spots. By then, you were buried in the pillow, letting out sleepy cries and moans, and that made him even hornier.

Just seeing that you accepted him even though you were in such a vulnerable state made him lose his mind easily. And without waiting long, he asked you, "Do you want me to rock you?"

It seemed like an innocent proposal at first, not that you were in the best state of mind.

But all you did was nod, wanting him to rock you to sleep. He quickly withdrew his fingers from you, making you whimper at the emptiness you felt.

He licked his fingers, savoring the taste of your sweet honey. And indeed it was just as he imagined, you were as sweet and delicious as honey.

And then he pulled you to him, your back against his chest, one of his hands finding your hips, pushing them forward a little.

In one swift movement, he shoved his cock into you. With one strong, deep thrust, he was all the way inside you.

Only now did you understand what he meant, it wasn't a proposal to go to sleep.

He was going to rock into you.

"Mhmh, Leon..." You moan softly, your fingers curling into the pillow.

"Shh, I'll put you to sleep." He whispers in a little whimper, feeling overwhelmed by the way your pussy nestled his cock so well.

This was better than you imagined, him thrusting gently while holding you by the waist, moving in and out.

He whimpered so much, it was so good the way your spongy walls gripped him, pulled him in.

The poor thing was so needy that he couldn't stop touching you, kissing your neck, biting and licking the soft skin.

Just as he stroked your clit from time to time, only to feel your little hole clench around him.

"I'm close." You moaned a little louder, your nails sinking into the pillow.

He growled in your ear, squeezing your waist and thrusting in without warning. He knew he was close too, and surely he couldn't wait to come inside you, to fill you with his cum until you couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm going to fill you up, until my cum starts leaking out." He murmurs, rocking his hips at an abnormal speed. Moving back and forth without stopping.

"Mhmhmm, ah, ah..." You babble, not even making the effort to speak a single sentence.

"Getting fucking drunk on that cock, aren't you?" He groans, thrusting into your weak spot, making you see stars every time.

Enough for you to fall apart, calling his name again and again, your walls slapping against his cock, spilling everything you had to offer.

That was the last straw for him too, you could feel the first spurts inside you. And just as he imagined, it was a long load, he can see it running down your wet folds. He gives you a satisfied smile, seeing what he's wanted to see for ages.

You were breathing heavily, your lips parted, and your eyes closed. He was almost in the same state, except he was wide awake.

He kisses your cheek, pulling the covers over you both, not even bothering to clean up around here.

"Sleep well, sweetheart." He whispers, tucking you into the same big spoon position.

Giving you a tight hug and light kisses on the neck, and that's how it went until you both fell asleep.

Being honest? He couldn't wait for the next day, because he was going to do it all over again.

Oh, how he would.