#gritting my teeth ... i guess i'll order it ...........

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me: oh, i should buy an extra copy of ella enchanted because i am living my dream and it's our book club book for next month!

the current edition of ella enchanted:

me:

p.s. for the record, and a palate cleanser, the original cover of ella enchanted:

[kamisobsessed]

15 + Dean Winchester

Maybe

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: After a hunt with your friend and hunting partner, Dean, you meet a guy at a bar. Dean gets jealous and wants to show you who you actually belong to.

Warnings: MDNI 18+. Smut. Unprotected Sex. P in V. Fingering. Semi-Public Sex. Creampie. Dom!Dean. Jealous!Dean. Dean's gets kinda mean but in a hot way. No use of y/n. Idk I might have missed some. Not edited well.

A/N: Smut prompt #15 from this prompt list! Thanks for the request Mari, I hope you love it!

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When Sam went to college, Dean needed a new hunting partner when his dad wasn't around. So when he met you, you both began hunting together. Everything between you was strictly platonic, but deep down there was always that subtle tension between the two of you.

After a quick salt and burn, you and Dean went to a local bar, something you often did after a hunt together. The nights usually ended up with you going back to the motel alone and Dean going who knows where with some girl.

While sitting at the bar, the bartender brings you over a shot, "From the gentleman at the end of the bar," the bartender says, gesturing toward the end of the bar where you see a tall, attractive man sitting. He raises his glass and shoots you a wink.

Dean's jaw clenches when he sees this, but he hides his, what one can assume is only jealousy, and he takes a sip of his whiskey.

After giving a small smile to the attractive man, you take the shot and down it, setting the glass back down onto the bar counter.

"Seriously?" Dean says.

"What? Not gonna say no to a free shot," you shrug with a grin.

"Yeah, whatever," he grumbles sipping his whiskey.

"Order me another whiskey, I'm going to go hit the restroom," you say as you get up from your seat at the bar.

Dean grunts in acknowledgment, "Don't be long."

After you use the restroom, as you make your way back toward the bar, you're stopped by the same attractive man who bought you the shot.

"Hey gorgeous," the man smiles, "I'm Tyler."

You smile a little and give him your name, "Thanks for the shot."

"Not a problem, pretty thing like you, I'd buy you anything," he smirks with a wink.

You can't help the grin that forms on your face, "How about another drink?"

He leans in, placing a hand on your waist, "I was thinking, maybe we could get out of here...have some fun elsewhere...?" he asks lowly, his breath warm against your ear.

You glance over at Dean who is already flirting it up with some girl at the bar before turning your gaze back to the man in front of you with a smile, "Sure, lead the way."

His smirk turns into a grin as he takes your hand and leads you to the exit of the bar.

Dean's gaze swept over the crowd of people in the bar when he noticed you leaving with the man who bought you the shot.

"Sorry sweetheart, gotta run," Dean excuses himself from the girl he was talking to. He throws down some money onto the bar and he makes his way to the exit.

You hear Dean call your name as you and Tyler walk down the sidewalk. You stop and turn around and see him coming toward you.

"Who's this?" Tyler asks you.

"A friend," You say through gritted teeth as Dean walks up to you.

"Where are you going?" Dean asks you, acting as if he can't guess.

"I'll be back in the morning, don't wait up for me," You tell him, your expression clearly annoyed.

"No, you're coming back with me. Now." He says, leaving no room for argument. He takes your arm and pulls you away from Tyler.

"Dean!" You grunt, trying to get out of his grasp.

"Hey man, get your hand off her!" Tyler says and he gives Dean a shove.

Dean reacts by punching Tyler square in the jaw, "no, how about you get your hands off my girl," he says before turning to you, "let's go. now," he says lowly before tugging your arm, pulling you away from Tyler.

"Dean, what the hell do you think you're doing!" You try to pull away from him as you walk down the alley.

"Taking you back to the motel."

"What the hell is your problem!" You finally pull your arm from his grip.

"My problem!? You were just gonna leave me at the bar and go sleep with that guy?!" He snaps back at you, standing right in front of you.

"Yeah, maybe I was, so what?! I'm a grown ass woman, Dean!"

He lets out a huff, "Well, maybe I don't want you to!"

He walks towards you more, cupping your chin with his hand as he leads you backwards until you're against the wall, "Maybe, just maybe, I want you all to myself." He says lowly, his eyes filled with desire and a hint of possessiveness.

"Dean, are you jealo—" You're words are cut off with his lips on yours as he slips his tongue into your mouth, claiming your mouth completely with his.

You let out a whimpered moan into his mouth to which he responds with a low growl as he moves his lips down your jaw to your neck, leaving a trail of marks behind.

"Maybe I am. Maybe I don't want you going with other guys..." he says kissing back up to your jaw. He lifts his head to look into your eyes, "Maybe I want you to be mine."

Dean claims your mouth in another kiss, his hands moving to your waist a he holds you against the brick wall of the building behind you.

He breaks the kiss and spins your around so you're facing the wall.

He leans forward so his lips are right by your ear, "I'm gonna show you just how much you belong to me," he says in an almost growl in your ear, earning yet another whimpered sound from your mouth.

"Yeah, you like that huh? You want me to make you mine, baby? Right here in this alley, where anyone could walk back here and see us?"

You bite your lip nodding your head, fully submitting to him. When Dean gets possessive, it's hard to not resist the temptations.

"Good girl, baby. Such a good girl," He says lowly as he reaches his hand around your waist. He unbuttons the button on your jeans before slipping his hand in to the waistband.

He runs his finger over the fabric of your already soaked underwear, "Holy fuck baby...this wet already and I barely touched you—" he says as he slides your underwear to the side, running a finger up through your folds.

"D-Dean—" You moan his name, trembling in his arms already.

"Gonna make you feel so good baby...you'll forget you ever even thought about leaving with that guy," He growls into your ear as he rubs circles over your clit making yor breath hitch.

He grips your hip with his free hand as he slides a finger into your slick hole, curling it just right to hit that sweet spot to make you moan.

"That's it baby, gonna make you cum all over my fingers," he continues to move his fingers at a quickening pace inside you as you moan his name.

"Fuck- Dean...oh—" You moan as you feel a tightness in your core ready to release at any moment.

"Cum for me baby, that's it sweetheart," he whispers as he attaches his lips and teeth to your neck, surely leaving bruises.

You feel your release wash over you as you fall apart in his arms, his fingers continuing to move, eventually slowing.

"Atta girl baby...so good for me," He whispers as he removes his hand from your pants, sticking his fingers to his mouth licking every last drop of you off of them.

"Fuck—" you whisper, as you catch your breath, still pressed against the wall in Dean's grip.

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart," He says lowly, gripping your hips tight with both hands.

He unbuckles his belt, tugging his pants down enough to pull out his throbbing cock, rubbing his thumb over the tip that is already leaking with precum.

He tugs your jeans and underwear down to your thighs, "Stay quiet for me, sweetheart, we don't want someone finding us back here, do we?" he smirks as he runs his cock through your folds. You bite your lip to hold back a noise as you nod.

Dean slowly sinks his cock into you, inch by inch until he is fully buried deep inside you. "Fuck baby, still so goddamn tight," He groans. You let out a strained whimpered moan, trying to stay quiet like he said.

Dean slowly slid out, before thrusting back in fully, earning a moan from your lips. "Ah ah baby, stay quiet sweetheart."

He begins thrusting into you at a steady pace, slowly picking up speed, "Fuck baby, feels so damn good, this pussy was made for me baby, no one else."

You let out a quiet moan, covering your mouth with your hand as he pounds into you. You use your other hand to steady yourself against the brick wall in front of you.

He reaches for your face, grabbing your chin to make you look back at him before sticking two fingers in your mouth, the fingers he had just had deep inside you, the taste of yourself still lingering on his skin as he shoves his fingers down your throat while slamming into you.

"Such a good girl for me. All mine sweetheart, got it?" He says, "All. Fucking. Mine." He growls with each thrust.

He removes his fingers from your mouth, wrapping his hand around your throat as he continues to thrust up into you. You feel that familiar feeling build again in your core.

Dean can tell you're getting close, "Cum on my cock sweetheart, let me feel you squeeze around me baby," He says, moving his hand around your waist to your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure as he rubs circles over it.

This pushes you over the edge as you moan his name, trying your best to stay quiet. You clench around his cock as you cum, your legs almost giving out beneath you, but his grip on your hip prevents you from falling.

"Good girl, so fucking perfect baby, fuck you're so good f'me" he moans as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

His thrusts get sloppier as he nears his own release, "Gonna fill this pussy up. Gonna make you mine baby, all mine."

He lets out a guttural moan as his cock twitches inside you spilling warm ropes of his seed deep inside as he moans your name, his fingers digging into your hips.

He pulls out of you, tugging his jeans back up before turning you around to face him. He crouches down in front of you, admiring his handy work as he watches some of his cum leak out of your pussy. He takes two fingers, scooping it up and shoving it back in, "That stays where it belongs," he smirks before standing back up, face to face with you.

He takes your chin with his finger and thumb, tilting your head up to look at him, "I don't want you to ever leave with another man again, got it?"

You nod and the corners of his lips curl into a smile, "Good." He says. He helps you with your pants as you tug them back up your legs.

"You're mine now. We don't need anyone else but each other," he say softly, "Now let's get the hell outta here," he takes your hand lacing his fingers with yours, leading you out of the alley and to the Impala.

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[lordprettyflackotara]

chapter eight || hitchhiker || the proxies

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: humiliation like big time please read with discretion, degrading, rough sex, breeding kink, choking, face fucking

Masky knew time was running out.

In his hand sat a scrub brush, his fingers gripping the wood so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He knew they were running out of time. The Operator wanted you. He could see it now. He had been a blind fool to not realize it sooner. Your paranoia. Masky felt like a fool to ever even think that them being around you wouldn't cause this. He gritted his teeth as he scrubbed at your kitchen floor. They needed to do what they did best: disappear.

Toby was keeping The Operator busy, Hoodie occupied with finding Nova. They had agreed to let her live for your sake, so you would have someone while they were gone. Leaving meant one thing for certain: absolutely no traces were to be left behind that they were over there. No fingerprints, items, hairs, or any sign. Masky knew this is what they had to do. It was for your own good. They couldn't let The Operator have you. You didn't deserve this life of imprisonment. It was then your apartment door slammed open, your small figure shaking with rage. Masky's eyes widened, his expression hidden under his mask. You slammed the door behind you, reaching around to your back waistband.

You weren't proud of your decision to steal from Nova. She was your best friend. But as you clutched the metal piece in your hands, you had never felt more alive. You held out the stolen gun, aiming it at Masky's crouched figure.

"Who are you?" You asked coldly. You had never felt more explosive with emotions, your heart racing. "My name is Masky. I am a mere alter created by the Tim you know and love," Masky said flatly. You narrowed your eyes, your eyebrows furrowing. "Explain yourself," You ordered. Masky raised his hands, slowly rising to his feet. He noted you wearing his jacket even as you pointed a gun at him. "There's too much to explain, what you need to know-" Masky began, your audible scoff cutting him off. Your face was twisted in anger and betrayal, your hands beginning to visibly shake. "I don't give a shit what you think I need to know. Tell me everything. From the beginning. Leave out any details and i-i'll shoot!" You exclaimed.

Masky straightened his shoulders, eyeing you through his mask. "When you met us we had just gotten done with murdering Detective Williams, or whatever his name is. They all blend in together after a while. May I sit? We're going to be here for a while," Masky asked. He gestured to your coffee table. You frowned, cocking your gun towards the table. Masky recognized it to be a python. The same one Nova had threatened to kill Toby with. "I can listen to the story without your mockery. Detective Winston had a family. He had a community that looked up to him," You spat, venom lacing your words. Masky dug in his jean pocket, yanking out a box of cigarettes.

"They always do. He made himself a target by investigating the proxy symbol. I know Nova has showed it to you," Masky said. He was merely guessing, but your face twisting in surprise confirmed his suspicion. "The proxy symbol has been around for centuries. It was created by my maker, The Operator. An unstoppable supernatural entity that diminishes the sanity of his victims. The ones he wants to make proxies at least," Masky explained. He took out a cigarette, not bothering to offer you one. You looked like you could use one though. Your shaking was very noticeable. "When he plants the proxy symbol at a location. He has a specific target in mind. Once the target breaks down to his liking, he'll turn them into what we are. Enslaved proxies mindlessly forced to do his bidding," Masky told you. Masky knew it was highly unprobeable you'd actually pull the trigger.

But to make you feel better he took his lighter out of his pocket slowly. "However, in the modern day world, getting a proxy is a bit more tricky. Back when Hoodie and I-" He started, noticing you looking lost. He flicked the lighter, igniting the end of his stick. "Hoodie is Brian's alter. We were created due to Tim and Brian's mental corruption and faltering. We can swallow what The Operator wants. They can't," Masky clarified. He inhaled his cigarette, any protest of him smoking inside being kept to yourself. "Back to what I was saying. Back then, maybe seven years ago, people just used missing posters and if you weren't found in 48 hours, you were presumed dead. Nowadays there's cameras and more compassion," Masky rambled. He exhaled his cigarette through his mouth, a difference between him and Tim.

"Killing cops and detectives isn't our bread and butter you know. We used to just clean up corpses or crime scenes. But that symbol reaching a wider audience is lethal to life as you know it. Nova really fucked up, plastering that shit on television," Masky said in an annoyed tone. Your eyes were beginning to water, your energy spent on fighting back the tears that threatened to poor. "Why?" You asked. Masky raised his hand, as if having a gun at him was unfazing. "I'm getting there princess," Masky replied. He inhaled more of his cigarette, before quickly exhaling. The buzz gave him a decent amount of relief from stress. "When The Operator plants a symbol somewhere, he has a singular target in mind. If it gets exposed to too many people, they could suffer from his wrath too. You'd be surprised how many people are one day away from snapping. He targets the mentally weak, like Tim and Brian. The weak with deep down issues that he could exercise to his advantage," Masky said dryly.

"Don't say that!" You hissed. Masky gave you an odd look, one concealed by his mask. "Why? Because you made out with Brian? Because you shared a cigarette with Tim?" He questioned. Your tears were flooding your waterline now, blinks away from free falling. "Well listen up princess. They're the reason you're fucked," Masky barked. The tears became too much, two droplets sliding down your cheeks. "The Operator has now shown interest in you. And it's their fault. It's also mine, for not putting a bullet through your skull when I had the chance," He said coldly. Your hands were shaking, your finger trembling against the trigger. You had never shot a gun in your life. You feared if you removed your finger he would stop talking. But you also feared if you kept it there you may accidentally pull the trigger.

"And Toby?" You asked.

Masky picked up his head, "What about him?"

"How does he play into all of this? You haven't mentioned him once," You explained. Masky took another sharp inhale, the tobacco smoke circling around his lungs. "The kid was practically adopted by The Operator when he burned down his house. Tourette's, schizophrenia, and the inability to feel pain. The Operator’s perfect adopted child. Not including his homicidal tendencies," Masky told you. Your eyes widened, your heart beginning to throb painfully. "Homicidal tendencies?" You whispered. It suddenly occurred to you. Nova had been right all along. Masky pistol whipped you. He was responsible for the bullet wounds. "He cuts up the bodies?" You said, phrasing your words as more of a question. Masky nodded affirmatively. "Like no one you've seen before," He confirmed. You felt your stomach churn, nausea ensuing quickly. They were murderers, all of them.

You blinked slowly, soaking all of it in. You glanced over at your kitchen, noting a duffel bag on your counter and Masky's abandoned scrub brush on the floor. "Why were you cleaning my apartment?" You asked. Masky ran his fingers through his choppy hair. "To leave no traces of us. This is what we do. We get the job done, then we disappear," He said, the words spilling out like he didn't want to say them. You froze, his words soaking in. They were leaving? After everything that had happened? "And the duffel bag?" You questioned. Masky slowly rose from the coffee table, taking one last puff of his cigarette before tossing it into the sink.

He grabbed it, yanking open the zipper and tossing it upside down. Out spilled handfuls of hundred dollar bills. You had never seen so much hard cold cash before, your heart plummeting at the sight. “What is this supposed to be?” You gasped. Masky tossed the duffel bag aside. “A peace offering. We’re hoping you can forgive us. That’s around fifty thousand dollars. That’ll pay off your debts. Take the money and Nova and get the fuck out of town,” Masky advised. You temporarily put down the gun, feeling defeat.

“Thats what you think I want? To forget the three of you? Why did you do this to me? Use me to get to Nova? You-” You babbled, pausing when you realized you weren’t talking to Tim. You swallowed, choking on your own words. “Was it a game? To all of you? To Brian? Hood- Hoodie? Toby? Tim? You?” You questioned. Masky lifted his mask, tossing it aside. “Listen to me very carefully princess. Hoodie and I may have started off that way but you have no idea how much you’ve grown on us. How much we care about you. I mean, for fucks sake we just gave you fifty grand,” Masky said. You stomped over to him, grabbing a handful of the cash and throwing it at his chest.

“You think I give a shit about any of that? I let the three of you, five of you, what the fuck ever, into my goddamn life and not only, do you lie to me about who you are. You murder people due to a demon that you attached to me and now you’re just going to up and leave? Thats your resolution?” You exclaimed. Masky went to take a step towards you, your arm raising the gun out of instinct. “Dont fucking touch me or I swear to God i’ll shoot,” You threatened. The swelling in your chest was immense, pressure assaulting your chest.

For the first time in Masky’s existence, he felt something unfamiliar. He watched as you struggled to stay upright, your chest rising and lowering at a dramatic rate. “I don’t understand, why are you upset? This is the best course of action,” Masky said bluntly. You wiped away a few tears, your lip quivering uncontrollable. “Because I fucking care about you! About all of you!” You bellowed. Masky froze, watching your hand shake as you gripped the gun. He realized what he was feeling, his mouth running dry.

Remorse. He felt remorse.

In a swift motion Masky charged at you, one hand gripped around the python, the other backing you into the front door. His large fingers gripped around the gun, angrily tossing it to the side. “First things first princess, you ever aim a gun at me again i’m going to shoot you with it. Secondly, the next time you aim a gun at someone, maybe take the gun off of safety first,” He growled. You shook under his touch as he towered over you. “And thirdly, I care about you too,” Masky confessed softly. You stared up at him, the face of the man who you had shared a cigarette with and bought you cupcakes on a late night whim. Unsurely he brought his hand to your face.

He cupped your cheek, wiping away the remaining tears that stained your soft skin. You searched his eyes unsurely. “There isn’t shit we can do now about how we got here. But I want the best for you,” Masky told you. You put your hand on top of his, closing your eyes. “You all cant leave me. You- you can’t,” You whimpered. Masky’s gaze softened, watching tears flow freely. His thumbs couldn’t wipe them away fast enough. “You’re all I have,” You uttered. It occurred to Masky then, the situation you were truly in.

You had Nova, sure. But how long was it before she wanted a family of her own? Maybe she would keep you around, sure. But you worked a dead end job, one that clearly was not paying the bills. Your dreams were far and out of reach. You had no contact with anyone else besides them. How could he do it? How could Masky leave you here all by yourself? He always thought of himself to be stronger than this. To be stronger than Tim. He was created to be a ruthless obedient murder machine. Yet as you sobbed into his hand, he realized he may be more than that. He couldn’t allow The Operator to have you. He knew that for certain. But all he could do for now, was have you to himself.

He guided your head, using his hand to guide your chin to look at him. You swallowed, your eyes glassy as Masky pressed his lips to yours. His lips were rough, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck without a second thought. He pushed you flat against the door, his large hands roaming down your body. Briefly he bent down, reaching under your thighs. “Jump,” He grumbled against your lips. You did as commanded, the brunette lifting you like you weighed nothing at all.

Your legs wrapped around Masky’s waist out of instinct, his bulge rubbing against your clothed core. He began to slowly grind against you, the two of you groaning in each other’s mouths. Your hands found his hair, gently tugging at the roots as you meshed your lips against his. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, causing you to whine as you granted him access. Involuntarily you pulled him closer and closer, wanting Masky as close to you as humanly possible. “I have to warn you princess, I don’t play nice,” Masky huffed, pulling away from your lips. His cock was throbbing his jeans, each subtle movement of his hips resulting in a whine escaping your throat.

“I don’t want nice. I want you,” You whispered. Your doe eyes met his, your words only making him more flustered. “I’m not like Toby, I could seriously hurt you,” Masky repeated. You bit the inside of your cheek, your gaze flickering to his lips. “So hurt me then,” You agreed. Masky’s eyebrows raised, a devious smirk crossing his lips. “You sure you can handle it pretty girl?” He questioned. He brought his hand to your throat, squeezing the sides. You groaned as he restricted your airway, your hips rolling against his. “Holy fuck, you really are a slut,” Masky grumbled. He licked his lips, setting you down on the floor.

His hands fiddled with your sweatpants, shoving them and your panties down to the floor in a careless motion. You expected him to lead you to the couch or to drop to his knees. To do anything but what he did next. In a swift motion he picked you up by your thighs, nuzzling his face in between your thighs. Fear washed over you as he held you mid air, your back hitting the wall. You were almost touching the ceiling, your mouth running dry. “M-Masky i’m not sure-” You started to protest, Masky’s curious eyes gazing up at you. He held you as if you weighed nothing, his mouth dangerously close to your cunt.

“Something wrong princess? I thought you said you could handle it,” Masky chuckled. He straightened out his back, unfazed by holding you standing up.He had looped your legs over his shoulders, hit breath fanning over your folds. "It's just a b-bit high up here," You stuttered. Masky leaned forward, licking an agonizingly slow stripe up your folds. "I got you princess, now relax and fall apart for me," Masky purred. He brought his mouth to your clit, groaning into your folds as he devoured your pussy. Your core was aching, praying for more. His tongue wasn't enough, each flick making your body shudder. You began to relax, raking your hands through his hair as he lapped at your cunt.

Unlike Toby he was far more rough and assertive, his tongue teasing your entrance before continuing to lap any juices you produced. His grip on you was tight, your head tilting back against the wall as he held you in place. You felt the rope inside of you tighten. "Fuck Masky right fucking there! So close," You slurred. Masky took one last long lap of your cunt, before bringing you back to the floor. The tension inside of you dissolved. "W-what was that? I was so close!" You hissed. Masky grabbed a handful of your hair, dragging you over to the couch. He threw you over the arm of the couch, your ass high in the air. A sharp slap was delivered to your skin, a chill running down your spine.

"You'll take what I give you. Such a whiny little thing," Masky purred. He rubbed the skin he had slapped, admiring your flesh turning a deep red. The pain he delivered was gratifying, your core throbbing with a different desire. An ache you had never craved before. You turned around, throwing yourself to the ground. "What do we have here? A cock hungry whore?" Masky mused. You yanked at his belt, before undoing his jeans. Masky couldn't deny you, his desire for you too much to ignore any longer. You brought his cock into your mouth without a second thought, your doe eyes staring up at him. You hollowed out your cheeks, taking his cock down to the base.

"Do- Do you want me to face fuck you?" Masky asked unsurely. You nodded as best as you could with his length down your throat, the sight setting Masky's body on fire. He grabbed your hand, putting it in a neat ponytail. "Your wish is my command princess. Why don't you touch that pretty cunt of yours?" He suggested. You slithered one of your hands down to your cunt, rubbing circles around your clit as Masky moved his hips. His cock hit the back of your throat slowly, his eyes gleaming with pride as you took him in stride. You whined around his cock as your core ignited with a familiar flame. The vibrations made Masky moan your name, his grip on your hair now tightening.

"How did I ever think of leaving? Fuck!" Masky moaned. His hips began to move faster, his cock abusing your throat as it pleased. You gagged around his thick shaft, saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth. Humiliatingly it dripped down your chin, a small puddle of it forming on the floor. You circled your clit faster, gagging on Masky as he shoved himself down your throat. "Such a good slut for me. So fucking good. Fucking hell," Masky grunted. Tears flooded your waterline again, this time the sight satisfying to the brunette standing above you. He enjoyed seeing you so hungry for his cock. So desperate to get off that you'd let him throat fuck you as you played with yourself.

You could feel yourself getting close again, this time your eyes pleading as they looked at Masky. "Can I cum?" You asked, your words muffled by his shaft. Masky pulled himself out of your throat, a thick string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. "Look at you. Asking me to cum like a good girl," Masky praised. You continued to circle your clit, the brunette crouching down to your level. He grabbed your chin roughly, planting a sloppy kiss to your lips. "That's too fucking bad that you need to cum already. You're only allowed to cum on my cock," Masky spat. He grabbed a handful of your hair, pushing you towards the floor. You held your ass high in the air, whimpering as you forced yourself to disconnect your fingers from your clit.

Masky made his way behind you, pressing down on your back for a better arch. "You need to cum on a real mans dick princess. Lucky for you i'm here," Masy huffed. He slapped his tip on your drenched folds, the slightest sensation making you squirm. He pushed himself inside of you, both of you groaning in unison. "You're so lucky i'm here. If Tim was doing this he'd hold your hand. But that's not what you want. Is it?" He asked mockingly. He grabbed your wrist, pinning them behind your back as he bottomed out inside of you. "You want to be degraded and be a whore, don't you?" Masky tsked. You squeezed his shaft, then attempting to wiggle your helps so the brunette would move. "I'm not a whore!" You protested weakly. Masky grinned devilishly, pushing your head to the ground.

Your face was an inch away from your previously fallen saliva, your eyes widening. "Lick it up or I won't fuck you," Masky threatened calmly. You hesitated, his hand roughly grabbing your hair, guiding you over to the pool of saliva. "I don't think I stuttered princess," He growled. Humiliated, you stuck out your tongue, deciding to lick the saliva off of the floor. "Only whores do this kind of shit to get fucked. Guess that makes you a whore," Masky chuckled darkly. He began to move his hips, moans escaping your lips as you licked the wood below you. "You're my whore though, don't you ever forget it," Masky rambled. He snapped his hips into yours, his cock abusing your g spot with ease.

Your body shook as Masky pounded into you, his fingers gripping your waist so hard your sinful noises were a mixture of pain and pleasure. You couldn’t control the sounds you made, Masky’s cock pounding into you mercilessly. You felt the cord inside of you tighten again, Masky’s thrust alone enough to send you over the edge. “My fucking whore. C’mere,” Masky snarled. He released your wrist, grabbing you by your hair and yanking you towards him. Your back hit his back as he thrust up into you, your thighs beginning to tremble. Roughly he brought his hand to your throat, squeezing it harshly.

“Go on. I know you’re dying to cum on my cock,” Masky grunted. His breath was hot against your ear, his grip on your neck only tightening. “Just know once you do i’m going to cum deep inside of you,” Masky informed you. You whimpered, your body being forced closer and closer to the edge. “Awe you like that idea, don’t you princess? I can feel you squeezing me. You like the idea of me breeding you,” Masky snickered. It was then your vision went white, your breath shallow as you came around his cock. Your walls milked Masky as you rode out your orgasm, the brunette behind you grunting as he came inside of you.

Dazed, you felt Masky’s hand slip away from your neck. Slowly he pulled out of you, his cum dripping down your thighs and traveling onto the floor. You slumped onto the floor, Masky’s strong hands preventing you from fully falling over. “Let’s get you tucked in princess,” Masky mumbled. You allowed your eyes to flutter close, entrusting the man with a mask with take care of your limp body.

“Hey Masky?”

“Yeah?”

“You guys are staying, right?”

Masky hesitated, clearing his throat before answering, “Yes we are.”

“Can I keep the fifty grand too?”

—> next chapter

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Tw: kidnapping/brainwashing

Hello! I simply adore the way you write, so if it's not too much of an bother, could you please write something about yan!Sonic with an darling who's got kidnapped and controlled into getting on Robotnik's side?

Have a good day/night

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A/n: this one took a while, its not too long though.

Yandere!Sonic x brainwashed!reader

"Come on, Y/N, snap out of it!" he yelled desperately. His usual cocky grin was nowhere to be found. His face was contorted in panic as he dodged another attack you threw at him, before jumping to Dodge another attack from one of eggmans mechas. His eyes darted between you and Robotnik's latest monstrosity.

But you didn't respond. You simply stood there, your stance rigid, your expression devoid of any emotion. The once bright spark in your eyes had been replaced by an eerie, lifeless glow. Robotnik’s laughter echoed through the air, sharp and mocking.

"Looks like your little 'friend' has finally seen the light, hedgehog!" Robotnik sneered, leaning out of his floating pod. "They're mine now, and there’s nothing you can do about it!"

Sonic clenched his fists, his body tensing as his mind raced for a plan. "You’re wrong, Egghead! I'll get them back, no matter what!"

Robotnik only laughed harder, motioning toward you. "Go on, my dear. Show Sonic where your loyalty lies."

Your body moved, almost mechanically, stepping forward with cold, unrecognizable precision. Sonic flinched as you raised your weapon, one of Robotnik’s energy blasters, aiming it directly at him.

"Y/N, come on! Snap out of it!" He desperately wanyed to try and shake you out if it but you aimed the weapon at his head.

Without hesitation, you pulled the trigger.

Of course, Sonic is still the fastest thing alive, so he dodged it easily, darting to the side. He skidded to a halt, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and heartbreak. You were really trying to hurt him.

"Guess I’ll have to do this the hard way," he muttered to himself, shaking off the dread creeping into his chest.

Sonic lunged forward, zipping around you in a blur. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he needed to disarm you somehow. As he closed the distance, he could see the faint tremor in your hands.

You turned to him, aiming at him, and firing, though he dodged.

"Come on Y/N! Youre better than this!"

For a brief moment, recognition flickered through your eyes. But it was quickly snuffed out as Robotnik barked another order.

"Enough!" Eggman ordered. "Finish him, or you’ll regret it!"

Your body stiffened, your movements becoming even more rigid. Sonic gritted his teeth, frustration bubbling up inside him. He hated Robotnik more than ever. How could he- no, how dare have the audacity to lay his hands on you.

"Fine, If you won’t let them go, I’ll just have to take them back."

Sonic closed the gap between you in an instant. . You lashed out, your movements swift and precise, but Sonic was faster. He dodged your strikes with ease, his focus unshakable. As you swung at him again, he caught your wrist, holding you in place.

Sonic held your wrist tightly as he sped away from the battlefield, dodging blasts and debris from the collapsing mecha behind him. His heart was pounding. He refused to let Robotnik keep you like this, this cold, unrecognizable version of yourself. He wasn’t going to lose you.

"Hang in there, Y/N," he muttered under his breath as he reached a secluded clearing far from the chaos. He gently set you down, though you struggled, thrashing against his grip with the same mechanical precision. "I'm sorry about this," he said softly, grabbing a piece of rope he’d snagged earlier and tying your wrists and ankles together. You struggled harder, but Sonic was too fast and too determined.

Once you were secure, Sonic knelt in front of you, his hands gripping your shoulders as he stared into your lifeless eyes. "This isn’t you," he whispered. "You’re stronger than whatever Robotnik’s done to you. I’ll fix this, I promise."

He fumbled for his communicator, dialing Tails with shaky hands. "Tails, I need you," "he said as soon as his friend picked up. It’s Y/N… Eggman did something to them. I don’t know what, but they’re not themselves."

Tails voice crackled through the communicator, calm but concerned. "Bring them to my workshop. I’ll see what I can do."

Sonic hesitated, glancing at you as you continued to struggle against the restraints. He hated seeing you like this, but he couldn’t risk untying you just yet. "Alright, but you’d better be ready, buddy. I’m bringing them now."

When Sonic arrived at Tails workshop, the fox was already waiting, tools and scanners laid out in preparation. Sonic carefully carried you inside, setting you down on a padded table as Tails got to work.

"They've gone under some kind of mind control," Sonic explained, pointing toward hus head as he tapped his shoe on the ground. "Eggman’s got them doing his dirty work, and I can’t... I can’t lose them, Tails."

Tails nodded, scanning you with one of his devices. "It looks like Eggman implanted a neural control chip. It’s suppressing their free will and amplifying his commands. I think I can disable it, but it’s going to take some time."

"Then do it," Sonic said firmly, his hands clenched into fists. "I don’t care how long it takes, just fix it."

Tails worked diligently, carefully removing the chip while Sonic stayed by your side, holding your hand even as you fought against him.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Tails let out a relieved sigh. "That should do it. The chip’s deactivated, and their neural pathways should return to normal soon."

Sonic’s ears perked up as he looked at you. Slowly, your eyes fluttered closed, and when they reopened, the lifeless glow was gone. Instead, there was confusion, fear, and, most importantly, recognition.

"Sonic…?" you murmured, your voice shaky.

"Y/N!" Sonic’s voice cracked as he pulled you into a tight hug, relief washing over him. "You’re back! I knew you could fight it."

You blinked, your memories slowly coming back. "What... happened?"

"It doesn’t matter now," Sonic said quickly, holding you closer. "You’re safe, and I’m never letting him hurt you again."

Over the next few days, Sonic barely left your side. He hovered constantly, always checking on you, asking how you were feeling, and making sure you ate and rested. At first, you appreciated his concern, it was comforting to have him so close after everything. But as time went on, his behavior became more and more overwhelming.

"Sonic, I’m fine," you said one afternoon, trying to step outside for some fresh air. But Sonic was already blocking the door.

"Are you sure? What if Robotnik tries something again? You should stay inside where it’s safe."

"Sonic," you said firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I can take care of myself. You don’t have to watch me 24/7."

His eyes softened slightly, but he still didnt relent. "I almost lost you, Y/N. I can't let that happen again. I won't."

You frowned, trying to reason with him. "Sonic, you saved me. I'm okay now. You don’t need to-"

"I do need to," he interrupted, his voice uncharacteristically serious. "You don’t get it, Y/N. I can’t lose you. Ever. You mean too much to me."

The way he said it sent a chill down your spine. You tried to step back, but Sonic caught your wrist.

"Don’t worry," he said, his usual grin returning, "I’ll make sure nothing ever happens to you again. You’re safe with me."

[a-killer-obsession]

Day 7 - Santa's Lap Killer + Cockwarming

Tags: she/her afab reader, rough sex, p in v sex, blowjob, deep throating, creampie, semi-public sex

WC: 1.2k

The galley was quiet except for the sound of a peeler running through the potatoes in front of you, and your quiet humming as you worked. Occasionally you shifted your position to be comfortable, and a grunt would come from behind you. You ignored the grunts, focusing on peeling all the potatoes for tonight's dinner.

“[Y/n] please,” Killer groaned, “move.”

“I'm busy,” you replied plainly.

“Fuck, please move,” Killer pleaded, “I'll do them myself just move.”

“But you told me I had to do them,” you said smugly, “in fact, what was it you said exactly? Oh yeah, you said ‘I'm tired of your insubordination, you're gonna sit here and peel these potatoes and you're not moving until you're done’, that's what you said. I'm just obediently following orders, isn't that what you wanted?”

“[Y/n]-” Killer grumbled.

“Nope, not moving,” you grinned. He groaned and pressed his head against your back, his grip on your thighs no doubt enough to bruise. You rolled your hips a little more purposefully, giving him hope, only to sit still again.

“Princess, please,” Killer whined.

“Oh, so now I'm ‘princess’?” You asked, “I thought I was ‘insubordinate’?”

“You know I can't show you favouritism,” Killer grumbled, “I'm still your first mate before your lover.”

“And I'm still peeling potatoes,” you replied, “which was a first mate order, so as per your rules I have to put it before my lover.”

“You know I didn't mean it like that,” Killer mumbled.

“Sorry, can't show any favouritism,” you echoed his earlier words. Killer let out a deep, annoyed sigh.

“You're a fucking brat,” he complained.

“Are you saying that as the first mate, or as my lover?” You teased, “bit inappropriate for a first mate, maybe I should tell Wir-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Killer had grabbed you and thrust you forward until you were bent over the table, your wrists pinned behind your back and the knife you had been using to peel thrown aside, as potatoes, both peeled and waiting, rolled to the floor in a symphony of thuds. Killer breathed heavily under his mask, like he was trying to control himself, his cock still deep in your cunt. He was usually stronger willed, but you'd been teasing him for too long, and he questioned whether this was all according to your plan. After all, it was you who had convinced him to cockwarm, telling him that it would be punishment for you, not him, and that if he wanted to punish you he should do it right.

“My potatoes!” You pouted in faux sadness.

“You did this on purpose,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Oh no, I've been found out,” you teased, looking over your shoulder at him with an unapologetic grin, “guess you'll just have to not fuck me. Good luck with your blue balls.”

You tried to squirm out from under his hold but he pressed more weight against you, before giving you a hard thrust that made you bite your lip to keep yourself from giving him the satisfaction of a moan. He growled and did it again, pounding you over and over until you couldn't help but let a sound slip out. “There you go,” he purred, “sing for me.”

“This- hnng- this doesn't feel like punishment,” you moaned.

“No?” He replied, before he held both of your wrists in one hand to free the other, flipping your skirt up to expose your ass and bringing his hand down on it in a loud clap that rang out through the empty galley. You whined and he did it again, leaving a vibrant red mark on your skin. “You're enjoying this too much.”

“No, no,” you giggled, “I'm feeling very punished right now!”

Killer frowned under his mask and pulled out, making you whine at the emptiness. Before you could open your mouth to complain, he was manhandling you again, pushing you to your knees. His hand still held your wrists firmly, but now they were on top of your head, the ends of his fingers threaded through your hair to keep your head firmly in place as he fisted himself.

“Kil?” You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, he wasn't usually so rough with you, but you'd pushed him too far. Not that you weren't enjoying it though, you could use your safe word at any time if you decided it was too much.

“Shut up and put that insubordinate, bratty mouth of yours to better use,” he growled, rubbing the head of his cock against your lips and pushing it in your mouth as soon as your lips parted.

He didn't give you time to get used to his length, immediately working to force his cock down your throat, holding your head steady and groaning as he fucked your face roughly. Drool ran down your chin as you gagged at each thrust, eyes watering at his rough treatment, pussy equally wet. “That's it princess, gag on it,” Killer groaned. You whined around his cock and he swore under his breath, his grip on your hair tightening before he suddenly pulled away and scooped you off the floor, your back laid against the table.

He resheathed himself in your cunt, holding your hips tight as he rut into you at a pace that knocked the wind out of you. You were dizzy from his rough treatment, body sliding back and forth on the tabletop as he used your body like a cocksleeve. Lost to his pleasure, uncaring of who might walk in, he pulled off his mask and let it fall to the floor, pulling you up by the back of your neck to kiss you hard, tongue almost down your throat with how heavy his kisses were. The hand not holding your head wove into the space between your bodies, the pad of his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it hard.

“Fuck, fuck,” you moaned into his mouth. Your pussy fluttered around him and he could feel how close you were.

“That's it, cum for me princess,” Killer groaned, “cum on my cock for me.”

You obediently did as you were told, his shirt the only thing keeping your nails from sinking into the skin on his back as you went silent and shook. “Good girl, good girl,” Killer cooed as your cunt went tight and tried to milk him, “fuck, I'm cumming.”

Killer buried his face in your shoulders with a deep groan as he flooded your cunt, finally stilling, his hot breath on your neck making your skin damp. Killer kissed your neck gently, making his way up to your mouth and pressing soft kisses on your lips between heavy breaths, until your breathing settled and he pulled out of you slowly. He sat back down in the chair with a satisfied grunt, and you looked around the room at the general chaos the two of you had created as you righted your clothing. You stood and collected Killer's mask, handing it to him as you slid into his lap. He gave you a distressed whine as you reached back into his pants and stroked his softening cock, which began to harden again in your palm.

“You ruined all my potatoes,” you purred as you slipped him back inside you, “we'll have to start again.”

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[helplesslypurple77]

Day 13-Car Sex-Chrollo/Reader

Notes: So guess what, turns out I wasn't getting headaches because I drink too much caffeine, it's actually because I was just undernourished!! Yay that means i can stop limiting my caffeine it was actually hell on earth. Also inspired by Blind Date by lastrisorto on Ao3 which slaps, go read it <3

Anyway enjoy, this ones gonna be a bit shorter, cause I'm tired.

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You didn't want to be here. The low light pours over your figure, your foot tapping against the carpeted floor with slight annoyance. 

A waiter appears at your table, silent and dressed in all black. 

“Are you ready to order, Miss?” He asks, smiling at you calmly. He must pity you, but be too professional to let it show. This is an expensive restaurant after all.

“Oh not yet,” You supply, hand coming up to twist your thin necklace. “I think I'll wait until my date arrives.”

“Very well.” The man says, fading away to the dark entrance to hell all the waiters had appeared from. You sigh. 

You’re here because of your mother. Because she had been begging and begging you to get married, and maybe going on a blind date would finally shut her up for a moment. You loved you mom, but damn was she persistent. So when she had told you about the nice woman she had met in pilates, and that the woman had this handsome single friend and she could set you up on a blind date you had finally folded. 

So here you were, dressed to the nines in a fancy restaurant staring out of the large floor length glass window, waiting for this mystery guy to arrive. You pull on the sleeve of your black slinky dress, pulling the black cardigan tighter around your shoulders. There's a bit of a draft. 

It is a bit embarrassing that you folded too easily to your mother, being a powerful member of the infamous phantom troupe. But your mom was way more scary than any of your co-workers for sure. And besides, you have some free time. They don't need you right now, you can do this whole dating thing tonight before you have to meet the rest of the troupe tomorrow. It's nice that you were already in Yorknew city visiting your mom when you had received the summons. 

The restaurant is very nice. Thin hard red carpet covers the floor, muffling footsteps until you can barely hear them. The room is low lit, and a Violin Quartet is situated in the corner, providing a lovely romantic atmosphere. If only this was a real date. You sigh, maybe the guy will be hot and you can get laid and go on your way home. Then at least some good can come of it. 

The table before you is covered in a pure white tablecloth, occupied only by a small bread plate beside which sits a knife, spoon and fork, and a wine glass. A small candle sits in the center of the table, casting a yellow light into the rounded crystal glass. 

You glance at your silver watch, eyeing the minute hand as it clicks closer and closer to seven. Maybe if he's late you can go home and tell your mom that he didn't show up and you were disappointed but there was nothing you could do—

“Excuse me, are you here for the blind date, Miss?”

Your date must be here, a few seconds from being late. His voice sounds a bit familiar, for some reason. You turn from the window, all ready to fake a smile and force a polite greeting, but the words dry up in your mouth as your eyes run up his body.

Everytings starting out promising. He's quite tall, and muscular through the fabric of his black suit. The two of you look like you're going to a funeral, you notice faintly. You start to hope that maybe, this guy will be handsome, and into you. And then you look at his face, and your jaw drops.

It's your boss. Because of course you can't have nice things. Chrollo seems a bit surprised as well, implying he didn't recognize you from behind. You would be offended, but you haven't actually been with the phantom troupe for that long. Only a bit over a year, and besides, the whole group didn't really meet up that often. 

“Boss?” You hiss through gritted teeth, trying to keep your voice low. There are only a few other couples in the restaurant, but you would rather the whole room didn't know your business. “What are you doing here?”

“Don't call me that.” Chrollo says, sliding into the seat in front of you with a small fake smile. “And I could ask you the same thing.”

“I was here for a blind date,” You mutter, picking up a menu to distract yourself from the fact that your boss looks pretty good in a suit. His hair is down, too. He looks much better this way, he kind of resembles an alien with his hair slicked back. Maybe he uses too much gel. 

“Correct me if I'm wrong,” Chrollo starts, and you sigh. “But you are supposed to be at the meeting tomorrow. Why are you arranging dates for yourself right before a mission, my dear?”

You flick an eyebrow at the title, and roll your eyes again. Must be sarcasm. 

“I didn't arrange this for myself. And besides, I could ask you the same thing!” You hiss across the table, scanning the appetizers. “Unless you decided it was appropriate to show up to a random restaurant in a suit and hit on a random woman.”

You smirk, trying to decide what to eat. Chrollo just smiles. Infuriatingly unflappable.

“I thought it would be fun.” He says. You roll your eyes.

“You sound like Hisoka.”

“Noted,” Chrollo says, wincing slightly, “But you didn't answer my question.”

“Should I get the cob salad, or the carbonara?” You counter, hand coming up to fiddle with your necklace. “I can't decide.”

Chrollo cocks his head to the side. 

“Get both.” 

“Too much food.” you say, deciding on the pasta. You're not that hungry anyway. A light meal sounds good. “What are you getting?”

“Carbonara i think,” Chrollo says, fingers running the length of the menu as his eyes follow behind. “Would you like to share a bottle of wine?”

“Sure,” You say, tugging at your necklace again. “So, what's the mission?”

Chrollo raises an eyebrow into the weird headband thing he has wrapped around his forehead, covering his tattoo. 

“I wasn't aware you were joining us tomorrow.” he says, faint humor hidden in his tone. You roll your eyes. 

“Who said I wasn't?” You ask, turning your eyes away from your boss and out the window. The lights leak into the night, creating a lovely pattern of shining diamonds against the black silk of the night. 

“You planned a date for the night before.” Chrollo says, flipping through the menu to the drink section. You hope he selects a good wine. His eyes flick up from the menu to meet your own for a moment, before he continues. “It's inappropriate for members of the spiders to have a boyfriend. One that isn't aware of your job, of course.”

You roll your eyes.

“We never had that rule.” You say, running a hand through your hair, mussing up the curls. Who cares, there's no mystery hot guy to impress and maybe fuck anymore. Chrollo’s eyes peer into your soul, trying to pry into your business. So what if you wanted to make your mom happy and maybe get some dick at the end. Chrollo doesn't get to know that.  

Chrollo chuckles, eyes flicking between you and the drink menu. Back and forth, back and forth.

“It hasn't been an issue before.” He says, making eye contact with one of the waiters. She nods, and disappears into the dark archway. Probably to send out another waiter or something. 

“That's an unfair rule.” You mutter, tugging at your necklace. “Why are you allowed to date, but the rest of us aren't.”

“I'm not,” Chrollo chuckles, smiling at you like you're missing something. You roll your eyes.

“Then why are you here, for a business meeting?” You questone, crossing your legs under the table, your heels hitting the center bar of the table with a small clack. 

“I—”

“Are you ready to order?”

A waiter has appeared from the abyss, and has come to stand beside your table, smiling a small blank smile. You nod, ordering your cob salad and settling back against your chair.

What an odd day this is shaping up to be. On a blind date, with your boss. You half think that maybe he somehow found out that you were in yorknew city about to go on a blind date and decided to show up and ruin your fun. But he's definitely dressed for a date. He even made an effort to put on a damn shirt for once and cover the strange tattoo on his forehead. You hold back a smirk. Too bad it was just you and not some babe. If he was going to ruin your fun, you would take pleasure in ruining his date.

“You look positively devious, my dear.” Chrollo says, handing both the menus to the waiter, who disappears into the darkness. You laugh.

“This is karma for ruining my date,” You giggle, gesturing around the two of you. “Sucks it's me and not some hottie huh? Well too bad.”

You smirk, crossing your arms over your chest. Chrollo's eyes dip for just a second. You blink. You must have imagined it, the small trip Chrollo’s eyes took down to your boobs. 

You're wearing a black cotton dress, with a halter neck and a bit of cleavage showing. Your arms are crossed under your boobs, pushing them up a bit. But there's no way Chrollo is checking you out. Absolutely no way. You drop your arms, pulling the small cardigan you're wearing tighter around your body. It doesn't go all the way around your chest, it was mostly to cover your arms. Chrollo coughs. 

“Touche,” He says, running a hand through his hair. It looks quite soft. “You must be quite unhappy. A date with your boss is rather…”

He trails off and you laugh again, brushing your hair off your shoulder in a great sweeping movement. 

“I was so surprised to see you,” You say, leaning forward a bit. “You don't seem the blind date type.”

“You as well,” Chrollo supplies, watching as the waiter returns, setting the wine bottle down on the table. “Would you like some, my dear?”

“Yes please!” You say, watching as the sparkling gold liquid foams into your cup. He's chosen a prosecco. From your limited knowledge of wine, you know that's a good wine to pair with Italian food, specifically pasta. A sweet wine, which is fine by you. You’ve always favored fruity cocktails and sweet wines.

You swirl the wine in the stem glass, taking a delicate sip. The bubbles dissolve over your tongue, the sweet fruity flavor flowing into your mouth and down your throat. You let out a little sigh of happiness. 

“Good choice, this’ll pair well with the carbonara.” You say, smiling across the table as you set the win glass back down beside your almost empty place setting. Chrollo simply stares at you for a moment, his face blank. You blink.

“What? Is there something on my face?” You tilt your head, hair falling over your shoulders as you cross your arms. Chrollo's eyes dip down again, this time for a second longer. You must be seeing things. 

“No, nothing.” Chrollo smiles finally, “I'm glad my choice of wine is favorable to your palate.”

You tilt your head, raising an eyebrow. He's acting kind of odd. Whatever, you giggle. You decide that you’ll just enjoy your dinner and then head home, boss or no boss. You sigh, uncrossing and re-crossing your legs. You kinda wanted to get some dick, but some carbonara and a fine wine would have to do. 

“But time to talk business,” Chrollo says, his brow furrowing from under the cloth covering his tattoo. You sigh, rolling your eyes as he continues. “It's a poor idea to have a boyfriend. You're a spider.”

You roll your eyes again, taking an angry swig of the bubbly prosecco. 

“I'm not getting a boyfriend, obviously.” You mutter, gesturing at Chrollo, seated across the table. “Besides, I just went on this blind date because my mom wanted me to.”

“Ah, really?” Chrollo questions, leaning backwards in his seat. He takes a small sip of wine, the liquid passing through his thin lips. “You should have turned her down.”

“She's been bugging me about getting married,” You sigh, tossing your hands dramatically into the air as you continue. “I figured going would shut her up. And maybe if the guy was hot i could get laid—”

You slap a hand over your mouth a bit too late. Chrollo smirks. 

“Ah, the real reason.” He chuckles, folding his hands neatly in his lap. “You could have just been honest, my dear.”

“Oh shut up,” You mutter, taking another swig of your wine. How embarrassing. Now your boss knew you were pent up and on the hunt for just any old dick. You sigh, swirling your wine around in your glass and watching golden liquid glow in the lowlight. 

“Well, I apologize for ruining your plan,” Chrollo chuckles, smiling through the steam that rises above your table as the waiter places two warm plates of carbonara down in front of each of you. You roll your eyes.

“Why did you agree to the date anyway?” You mutter, taking a bite of the pasta. It's quite good. “I told you, so it's only fair that you tell me.”

Chrollo is silent for a moment, spinning pasta around his fork delicately. You take another bite, tearing through your pasta with excitement. You were right, it does pair well with the prosecco Chrollo picked out. 

“It's…been a while.” Chrollo finally mutters, eyes sliding back to yours. He stares you down blankly, as if daring you to laugh at him. You roll your eyes instead, reaching across the table to pat him roughly on the arm.

“Aw, in the same boat as me?” You giggle. Chrollo stares at the place your hand had touched blankly as you continue, “Well, unfortunately it's not a sexy lady willing to give it up for a stranger, it's just me.”

Chrollo looks at you for a moment, watching as you take the last few bites of your pasta, silent. He seems like he's waiting for you to think of something, but you're too busy taking another swig of the lovely prosecco. It really does compliment the food well. 

“You know, I was quite surprised.” Chrollo starts, placing his fork beside his empty past plate. You tilt your head, as he continues. “It's not often I see you so dolled up, my dear.”

You laugh, patting your hair self consciously. 

“I guess,” You say, crossing your arms over your chest again. You lean forward, tipping forward on your chair, your hair slipping forward. Chrollo’s eyes seem to dip down again, this time lingering a bit too long. You can't be imagining it. 

“You too boss. You look much more handsome with your hair down.” You say, moving your arms, popping up your boobs even more. If he looks down one more time, you're gonna say something. 

Chrollo runs a hand through said hair, flipping it off his covered forehead with a small smile. Your eyes follow the movement, slightly mesmerized by the tendrils of soft black hair. You want to run your fingers through it, maybe yank on it to anchor yourself. 

Tonight isn't the first time you've had inappropriate thoughts about your boss. It has happened more times than you want to admit, even to yourself in your own mind. You've awoken with his name on your lips, your pussy throbbing with arousal. Youve found yourself drifting off into obscene daydreams when he speaks sometimes, or imagining him when your fucking other guys. It's embarrassing, but you may be in lust with your boss. But it's obvious he isn't attracted to you. Please, he barely tolerates you, he would never wanna fuck you, no matter how much you shove your boobs at him, across the table. 

You sigh, pulling back a bit, uncrossing your arms with a sigh. Chrollo smiles a small smile across the table. 

“Would you like dessert?” He asks, handing you the small card with the dessert menu printed across it. You survey the options. 

“I think i'll pass.” You sigh, sitting back in your chair. “It's late.”

Chrollo nods, making eye contact with a waiter over your shoulder. You reach down, rummaging in your purse for your phone and your wallet. 

It has been a nice night, a nice fantasy to add to your embarrassing lusty crush on Chrollo, but all good things must come to an end. You need to do a job tomorrow, after all. You look at your watch, noting that an hour and a half has passed. Where had the time gone. It had just slipped away, like a leaf in the wind. Maybe you had been enjoying yourself a little too much.

“Here,” you saw, waving your credit card at Chrollo. He simply raises an eyebrow delicately. 

“I'll take care of it,” he says, waving off your card. 

“You sure?” You ask, already stowing your card away. Better for you. Chrollo nods, shooting you a wink.

“What kind of date would this be if i let you pay,” He says, smiling softly in the lowlight. He really is quite handsome. You sigh, stowing your wallet away, safely in your purse. You smile.

“Thanks, boss!” You giggle, saluting him across the table. Chrollo just smiles at your antics. You open your phone, tapping open your driving app. It's gonna be a bit expensive, but you had assumed you would be heading home with the guys, so you hadn't driven. That was probably poor planning on your part. 

“Hey Chrollo,” You ask, slipping your phone back into your purse. You put a pleading expression on your face, and push up your cleavage. It's just a joke, but you wear his eyes flick down again, before they rise to yours.

“Yes, Name?” He questions, looking a bit wary.

“Can you give me a ride?” You question, leaning forward and being as pleading as you possibly can. “I was gonna go home with a guy. So I didn't drive.”

Chrollo chuckles. 

“Sure, my dear.” He says, running a hand through his hair distractingly. “But I must point out, that arent you doing exactly what you came to do?”

“What?” You ask, tilting your head in confusion. 

Chrollo stands, moving like a black shadow around the table to pull your chair out for you. You watch his eyes trace you, watch them skim down your neck, take in your cleavage, caress down your curves as you stand, black fabric pooling around your knees. He takes a small breath, a tiny inhale, and then composes himself. But you’ve seen it all. You have all the evidence you need. 

You arrived at this date fully prepared to get laid. And here you are, with the perfect opportunity. You smile, subtly tugging the collar of your dress a bit lower. Chrollo is smiling, a perfectly painted on smile that would fool anyone. But you know that smile. He uses it when he wants to hide something. Your grin is calculated. Each twist of your body is controlled as you turn your back to Chrollo, bending down to pick up your purse.

Your bend is controlled to show off your ass, the arch of your waist as you rise to your feet. And it works, because as you rise up with your purse in hand, you catch an unabashed expression of lust rocket across Chrollo's face. His lips are parted, a small huff of breath falling from them as his eyes zero in on your body, on the contours and dips highlighted by the slinky dress you wear. His chest rising a bit too fast. And a telling bulge in his pants. 

By the time you're fully up of course he's controlled his face again. But you saw it. And now there's nothing holding you back. 

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The windows of Chrollo's small car are already fogged up and all you're doing is making out. Well, more like eating each other's faces off in the backseat. Your bodies are pressed together, your legs splayed over his lap, your bodies thrumming together with arousal as he kisses you, as you grind down on the hard dick in his pants.  

If you had told the You of earlier today that the night would end with Chrollo's tongue down your throat and dick in your pussy you would have laughed in your face. And then probably reprimanded yourself not to let those thoughts of your boss take over of course, but that's besides the point. 

“We really shouldn't be doing this my dear.” Chrollo murmurs, pulling away from your mouth to press a kiss to your pulse point. You whimper, head tipping back as hair waterfalls down your back, tangling with his hands.

“Why,” You groan, moving your hips against his dick. “We’re both consenting adults.”

Chrollo rewards you with a small groan, accompanied by a heavy sigh. You moan, hitching up your skirts as you grind against him. You want him inside you so bad. 

“We should not fraternize before the mission,” Chrollo murmurs, hands digging into your clothed waist as you grind down. “It's a distraction.”

You giggle, letting the sound fill the hot and muggy car. 

“Do you really think anyone follows that rule?” You giggle, reaching down between your bodies to pull your panties aside. You can't get them fully off, but you can shove them aside to press a few fingers against your pussy. You whimper, head falling back as you eye him, a feral look in your eyes. “Your spiders are constantly ‘fraternizing’. Didn’t you know?”

Chrollo actually looks a bit surprised, until you yank his hand off your waist, pressing it against your drooling cunt. 

“You're so wet, name.” He says, pressing a finger into your dripping cunt. “Tell me, what is all this about the spiders my dear?”

You laugh, hands gripping his still clothes shoulders as you fuck yourself against his fingers, body lith with arousal.

“Not gonna tell,” You giggle. “But if the others can fuck their colegues, you can fuck me.”

Chrollo hums, fingers twisting inside you. You moan, hands fighting with his zipper. You're a mess on his lap, your lipstick smeared on your lips, your chin. Red stains his lips, his chin, his neck. You know the stain must surround the hickeys on your neck. It turns you on. 

“Come on, hurry up and fuck me damnit!” You goran, shoving your cleavage up as far as you can. Chrollo chuckles, hands withdrawing from your pussy with a squelch. 

“Whatever you want, my dear.” He murmurs, undoing the zipper of his pants, allowing his dick to spring up, eager and drooling for you. You giggle, stroking it a few times. Chrollo's twitches in response, mouth parting in a small moan.

“Aww, it's so desperate.” You giggle, grinding your clit against it with a sigh. Chrollo simply bites back a moan, hands anchored on your waist. You're almost dizzy with arousal when you speak, “You got any condoms?”

“Wallet,” Chrollo murmurs, body moving against yours. You reach around, fishing in his pants pocket and pulling out the wallet with a dramatic flourish. Chrollo simply smiles at your antics, a bit preoccupied with the friction of your bodies, hidden by a pile of black fabric. 

You brace yourself on his shoulders as you line up, sliding him inside you one inch at a time. Your head falls back, body twitching as you sink down. Chrollo watches you, eyes hazy and unfamiliar, smiling a bit. You kiss the stupid smile off his face as he bottoms out inside you. You grind slowly first, barely rising up at all, just moving back and forth. Chrollo presses a kiss to the space under your ear, breath heaving over your skin. 

“I saw you looking at my boobs,” You moan, head falling back. Your hair waterfalls down your back as you anchor your hands on the sea behind Chrollo. His hair is wilting against his forehead, at some point he'd lost the weird bandage thing on his forehead. He smirks.

“Can you blame me?” he groans, grabbing your things and slamming you up and down. You moan loudly, the air filling with the sound of slapping and squelching. The car smells like sex and your perfume and the expensive cologne Chrollo always wears.

“Uh god, Chrollo I'm gonna cum.” You moan, body tensing as you fight back an orgasm. Chrollo chuckles.

“Oh, done already?” He groans, body tensing against yours. He's full of shit. You can feel him twitching inside you as you clench down. You can feel he's close too.

Your orgasms come in fast like a waterfall. Tossing you off the cliff violently as you cling to your boss’s shoulders, whining and begging him for something, anything. He rewards you with a few pumps in your pussy, rubbing your clit raw. 

The car smells like sex when he pushes you down on the seat, when his dick still lodged inside you comes back to life, or when he smirks down at your twitching body.

You know you're in for a ride. 

....

Endnotes: dude im so tired, but we're almost to the endddd. Kinktober is honestly so much fun even though it's so much work

[cautious-soup]

Obsessive!Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader

Part 1

Summary: Suguru Geto finds himself unwillingly fixated on you. Infuriated that he's so preoccupied with such a weakling, he sets out to make you suffer.

CW// metaphysical non-con, degrading internal monologues directed at reader, stalking, weirdo behavior

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The obsession from him was pure. Unadulterated, delusional, eye-twitching nail biting obsession--with you. Obsession with making you cry, making you hurt, making you bleed, and reveling in otherworldly ecstacy from your wails of pleasure (and agony).

You're normal. Well, you're unique in your own way, everyone is, but you're normal, a regular person, a non-curse user.

So, naturally, he hates you. Because honestly, how dare you? You're nothing special, you're weak, you're a waste of space. Yet, the biggest space you occupy is the space in his brain, pressing against the walls of his skull, driving him batshit insane.

You? Really?

You came to him because you were depressed, and anxious, and your shoulders hurt all the time even though you bought a fancy new bag online that was supposed to make them hurt less.

So, with nowhere else to turn, you go to see Suguru.

He was new, and expensive, but according to your peers he worked. He was good at what he did, and you could hardly stand to raise your arms for more than a few seconds without clenching your jaw in pain.

Suguru scoffs internally when you first meet him because, well, you're just another client. Another useless weakling with insignificant problems. He exorcises you and sends you on your way like he's always done.

But this time something's wrong.

It starts quietly, almost insidiously. He thinks he's fixated on you because he's stressed, unhappy, craving sex because whether he admits it or not, he's still a man with needs. (Pathetic needs.)

So, he figured he'd mess with you--quietly and systemically terrorize you until you manifested a curse strong enough to suit his appetites, then do away with you. Maybe he'd force himself on you, but only to speed up the process if things went to slow, make your negative feelings more potent.

Then, when the job was done, he'd kill you. That part was always just for fun.

He learns you're in Japan as an English teacher. Before Suguru removed your curse, you had to grit your teeth to keep from snapping at your students due to the pain.

The stress of work had only manifested a low grade curse, and he had no use working with that.

So first, he studied you. What did you like? What did you hate? What did you fear? He took note of it all.

He took note of your height, then your weight, then shoe size, then skin, eyes, hair, nose, mouth, teeth, lips.

He decides he's documented enough about your physical atrributes when he tries to estimate your cup size.

But he knew it wouldn't be enough. No, in order to truly terrorize you, he'd have to talk to you.

You're unnerved when he approaches you for the first time. The market street is bathed in sunset orange, and you've just picked up your end of the week snack, ready to go home and binge Netflix, but he's there. Suguru.

It's strange, you thought the oppressive energy you felt when you'd gone to see him had something to do with the old temple. But you felt it here too, almost before you saw him. Whatever it was, it followed him.

"Y/N," he said pleasantly, "I trust you've been well."

You take a while to respond, before laughing nervously, "Uh, yeah! Yeah I've been much better, I appreciate it a ton."

"..."

Not much for small talk, I guess you think when Suguru doesn't respond.

"Well, I'll be on my way then. It was nice seeing you."

Suguru watches you leave, pulse throbbing in his neck and jaw clenched. It wasn't enough. Why, why wasn't it enough? You were nothing--nothing. It would take too much singular effort to coax out negative energy from an average weakling like you, he'd be better off hunting for special grades like usual.

Still, he followed you home.

And a week later, Suguru decides to take things up a notch, or several notches.

You don't usually remember your dreams too well. You have pieces from over the years--learning to fly, falling, running, chasing

But tonight, it's vivid. Vivid and panicked, you feel so panicked, but you don't know why.

It's so dark. The darkness feels alive, like it's touching you. No, it is touching you. The unmistakable feeling of a hand clasps your shoulder, your hip, you choke.

"Hk," but you can't move.

The darkness combs over you, leaving cold in its wake against your skin. Why can you feel cold? Why can you feel any of this?

It isn't like feeling in the waking world. You can almost see it, you're confused, you're scared.

The touch of darkness grows rough, violent. It tugs at your hair, gropes at your thighs, your chest, prods at your mouth until it's open. It chokes you when you try to scream, wrenches your thighs apart, and then--

"HHHHH-"

You shoot up so violently the room spins. Awake, you fumble for your lamp, reaching vainly for your breath as you hyperventilate.

The ghostly cold still lingers on your skin. You fold your knees up to your chest and sob.

All the while, Suguru revels in this little bit you give him, even though it's nowhere close to enough.

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Part 2

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 801: Sugimoto's resolution

Pag 1

3: Ohh, there is a motorcycle support car, too?

Yeah, in road racing the ranks are pretty long, so there are lots of them running at the same time

Pag 2

1: Onoda....!!

2: Did you see the sign board just now, Uchikawa? Hakogaku's Manami took the mountain stage!!

As expected there are so many strong cyclists across the country!!

Right!! Kobayashi-san said it was a fight between last year's finalists.... the Inter High sure is surprising!!

3: But the guy in second place, Onoda, was so close behind, it was a close battle.... he must be feeling so frustrated, Sohoku's Onoda!!

5: I'm so glad, Onoda

Pag 3

1: You said you made a promise

2: Is it okay if I go out for the first day's mountain stage!?

3: With Hakone Academy's Manami, during last year's race....!!

4: Road racing is a chaotic sport

A lot of predictions and tactics come together

It's a world where even one second of delay can destroy your plans

5: Among all this, “keeping a promise” isn't an easy thing by all means

6: It's not an easy thing

Pag 4

1: You really are amazing, Onoda

Do your best!

It's the selected team!

Oh it's complete

Only a little bit more until the finish line

Pag 5

1: Keep running...!

2: Usually, in the school's corridors... you walk like in a daze (haha)

3: Ehi Onoda, what's up, you're spacing out

Ah, Sugimoto-kun... isn't it normal?

4: Hmph, is it!?

5: Actually, now that I'm running here myself I can understand

6: It's not an easy thing to do here

7: Ohh, look over there

It's the mountain gate!

Once we turn now

Pag 6

1: The fact that you were able to make that promise come true...

Well, of course, I know, but still!! Of course, I'm on a different team!!

2: It's!!

3: Inside my heart

4: It's inspiring me!!

Pag 7

1: Even though we, the selected team, don't have the support Sohoku has!!

Pag 8

1: Do your best, Sugimoto!!

Pag 9

1: Huh- what- Radokoro-san!?

2: Wo- oh

3: Take this!!

4: Ye- yes! T-thank you!! Tadokoro-san

5: Wh- why are you here!? Ah, for Onoda? Yeah, I guess it must be for Onoda, to cheer for him!!

Pag 10

1: And for you, too, Sugimoto

3: Just before the start, I saw that the list had changed

And I got a call from Touji-san

4: Isn't that good! You could finally start and run in the Inter High!!

5: But that was literally the “start”

From now on... “what to do”...

Pag 11

1: it's up to you!!

Keep going 'til the end!! Put your whole three years into it!!

2: Experienced cyclist, Sugimoto Terufumi!!

4: Tadokoro-san...

Who was a third year when we joined the club... Tadokoro-san who was so strict... he came to cheer... for me!!

5: It was just around four seconds, but....

Pag 12

1: they were an inspiring four seconds!!

2: Thank you so much!!

Tadokoro-san!!

3: Sugimoto-san, who was that person just now!?

Ah, it's a senpai of mine

4: I'm really so so grateful to him!!

Pag 13

1: Ngh!!

Deep down in my heart, I was probably thinking something like”I'm so jealous of Onoda”!!

2: Ngh!! I'm the one who said I had no support!! But I do!! You're watching me

3: Earnestly!!

4: So I'll try...!! I was losing my way a little, but I'll try, Tadokoro-san!!

5: As much as I can!!

7: The Inter High is a one-shot game

If you fall behind or play it safe, it will end immediately

8: Do it!! Sugimoto

Like running through the mud of a rice field while gritting your teeth, your running....

Pag 14

1: I like it!!

2: Alright, we passed the gate!!! There still a little climb now, then after that's over there's a short tunnel and then a downhill!!

3: Yessir!!

A downhill!!

Yes!

4: These are your orders from now on!!

5: O... orders!?

Sugimoto-san!!

Pag 15

1: The two people in the lead, Sohoku, Hakogku, and other strong teams are already ahead of us

On this climb, the distance between them and us has become of approximately eight minutes!!

2: Eight.... minutes....

3: So much.....

Then we're already too late....

4: We're going to close this distance on the downhill

6: Can we really do something like that!?

Close the.... you mean we'll catch up!? Eight minutes!?

Huh!?

In road racing-

Pag 16

1: The ones who are in the lead on a downhill will definitely be cautious

They'll ride safely and avoiding troubles!!

After all there's no point in taking the risk of losing the time difference you already have!!

2: We'll close the gap!! With everyone's cooperation!!

3: In this downhill there are many zigzags one after the other

4: Ten seconds for each of them...

If we work hard

5: and gain 10 seconds for each of them, for all six of them we'll gain one minute!!

Pag 17

1: Ah, the short tunnel

2: Once we pass this....!!

The “downhill”!!

3: But, but wait, Sugimoto-san

We close the gap on the downhill... we catch up... and then... what do we do after that? What's our goal?

5: You want to hear it?

6: I was also thinking...

7: The goal of this selected team for the first day...

Pag 18

1: is to be in the top ten in the race for the first day's finish line!!

Pag 20

1: The- the selected team in the top ten... has something like that ever happened?

The top... ten!?

No!!

2: That means we have to participate in the sprint for the finish line!!

Which one of us!?

Is that even possible!? Something like that

3: But we really fought for the sprint line!!

So I think Sugimoto-san has a good idea!!

4: Right!!

…. yeah, I have

5: After all, I'm an experienced cyclist!!

[matthewswifeyx]

Nothing better <3

I was on week 40 of my pregnancy. I think Matt was more excited than me at this point. He just wanted our baby to be born. We both came to the decision to leave the gender as a surprise. We had our guesses. Matt and Nick was on team girl, me and Chris were on team boy.

I was sitting on the couch cuddling Matt and watching my favourite disney movie, The Aristocats. It had always been my favourite ever since my mom watched it with me when I was a child. Matt was rubbing small circles onto my back. God it ached. This pregnancy weight was getting the better of me. I yawned quietly.

"You okay sweetheart?"

"Never better, just tired."

"Do you want to go to bed?"

"No, I really want to finish the movie. I'm just going to get some water to wake up a bit."

"I can get that for you if you want?"

"No it's fine, I need to stretch my legs anyway."

I stood up and walked to the kitchen to go get a glass of water. I was still watching the movie while doing this activity. I got distracted and looked over at the finished nursery. It had been completed weeks ago. I just wish this baby would hurry up, they were already past their due date.

As i couldn't really do much of the building for the nursery, so Matt just told me to choose everything online. Hi didn't mind what I ordered. I also ordered all of the decorations, toys, books and so on. Matt had told his brothers to come round our house to help build everything for the nursery. Chris helped Matt build the crib, changing table, wardrobe, rocking chair and storage. Nick put up shelves and picture frames. The nursery looked very welcoming and homely.

I had got distracted with my own thoughts and forgot about Matt and the movie. I slowly started walking back to Matt on the couch.

"Oh baby, did the water splash from the tap?"

"No?"

"Well why are your pants wet?"

Realisation hit both of us and we started to freak out. The baby was coming. I could sense Matt's nervousness and excitement bouncing off the walls just from his facial expressions.

"I didn't even realise." I laugh. "I was just having a look at the nursery."

Matt nodded, and went to go grab my hospital bag. He came pack into the living room and dropped the bag by my side.

"I can't believe this is happening! I love you so much my love." Matt said quickly and kissed me lovingly on my lips cupping my cheeks. "We better get going!" Matt squealed. "Are you having contractions yet honey?"

"No I'm doing okay at the moment! Before we leave, I'm just going to change my pants."

"Okay sweetie. I'll go put the bag in the car."

I changed out of my sweatpants and changed into a pair of Matt's sweatpants as they were bigger and I always find myself more comfortable in his anyway. I put my crocs on and started walking downstairs to the garage. Matt was waiting by the door to guide me to the car. He opened the door to the car and I sat in the passenger seat. Matt took the seatbelt and buckled it for me. Before he went to go to the drivers seat he kissed my forehead and closed the door.

We were on the road and I was doing just fine with contractions. They hadn't come yet. Matt was too nervous to even play any music. He gripped the stearing wheel tightly and a way to calm his nerves.

"Matt babe, you look petrified." I chuckle.

"Sorry. I shouldn't be this nervous as you're just about to push a human out of your body. Am I overreacting?" Matt rambles.

"Not at all Matt, just take deep breathes and calm down. I'm not in any pain yet anywa-" I was interrupted by a mild contraction. I grit my teeth and suck in my breath to get through the contraction with no hassle.

"Are you okay sweetheart. Do you need me to pull over?" Matt worries.

"No I'm doing fine, just get me to the hospital in one piece will you?"

We had finally arrived at the hospital and Matt went straight to reception carrying my bag to let them know I was in labour. i was miles behind Matt but I was just in time as they pushed a wheelchair in my direction as I entered through the doors. Matt helped me sit down, and the nurse wheeled me to my hospital room. This was such a surreal feeling.

I was given a hospital gown and some privacy to change. Matt helped me get out of my clothes and into the fabric. He was so gentle with me. It was nice though as I was in such a vulnerable state. We finished changing and Matt helped me lay down onto the hospital bed. While doing so I was hit with a more intense contraction this time.

"Ow." I peeped out. I didn't want to cause much noise.

"Are you okay sweetheart?"

"I don't want to make a lot of noise that's all."

"Honey, you have an excuse, you're in labour, make as much noise as you would like!"

The contraction has passed by the time Matt had said that.

TIME SKIP

The nurse had come in a few times to check how dilated I was. the first hour I was 3cm, the second hour I was 5cm, the third hour i was 8cm, but it took ages for me to dilate to 10cm. The nurse had come in three more times and the length hadn't changed. I felt so frustrated. All I wanted was to get this baby out of me and Matt could go home. I was so tired and exhausted. The contractions had worn down all of my strength.

Time had passed and the nurse came in once again not expecting me to grow much more. I had accepted that I would be waiting what felt like forever.

"It looks like you're ready Y/N, you're at 10 cm."

I was so happy, but the worst was yet to come.

More doctors flooded the cramped hospital room, there were student doctors examining me. 4 nurses reassuring me. And 1 doctor commanding what would happen next. It was so hot. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life, I didn't like that everyone could just see my intimate area. I didn't consent to any student doctors watching me go through this. Matt could sense my stress.

"Baby, everything is going to be just fine.I know you don't like this at the moment. But very soon we are going to meet our baby. You are the strongest person I know. Just focus on your breathing okay?" Matt breathed with me. I don't know what I would have done without him.

While doing some breathing exercises I was interrupted yet again with another contraction. This had been the most painful one yet. I groaned in pain which caught the attention of the doctor.

"Okay Y/N, it's time to start pushing." I looked at Matt with a tired smile. Matt was over the moon. I held onto his hand and waited for what the doctor had to say next. "When you feel your next contraction you need to push as hard as you can. can you do that for me?" I nodded my head. "Okay, let's get ready everyone!"

After a few minutes, the room was set up for the birth and now we were just waiting for my contractions. This was probably the only time in the whole journey that i wished a contraction upon myself. Suddenly I felt my contraction building up.

"Okay Y/N, lets have a big push."

I pushed as hard as I could which was draining the life out of me.

"Come on Y/N! I love you so much, you're so strong."

I squeezed Matt's hand to relieve any pain I felt. What Matt was feeling was no where near close to what I was going through.

"Again Y/N! You can do it!" the doctor repeated. I screamed and pushed like I never had. "Only a few more pushes Y/N!" The doctor assured. I felt a wave of pain run through my body and that was my sign to push again and again.

After a while of this cycle I finally heard the best news. "I see the head." The it was followed with: "The head is out!" The doctor announced. "One more push Y/N!" I pushed once more and my cries were interrupted with the little cries of our baby.

I had never felt such relief in my life. The little wails from the baby felt like music to my ears.

"It's a boy!"

"I told you Matt!"

Our baby boy was passed over to me to hold for the first time. He was so tiny. I could never ask for anything better. I heard small sniffles ring my ears. Matt was crying.

"Oh Matt!"

"He is so perfect, I could never ask for anything more. I am so proud of you Y/N." He wept.

After that small family interaction a nurse came over to me.

"I just need to take the baby for examinations if that's okay." Me and Matt nodded and the nurse took our baby from my arms.

I had never felt so happy in my life.

TIME SKIP

I must had fallen asleep because I was woken up by the same nurse with my baby in her arms but now in a cute onesie and blue beanie.

"Does dad want to have a hold?" She asked. I smiled towards Matt.

"Yes please." He took the baby from the nurse and was given some privacy. "He's so small." Matt couldn't stop admiring the baby. "What do you think we will name him?"

"I'm not sure yet. Maybe once you are done holding him we can go through some names?"

"Perfect."

Matt went to sit down in the chair next to my bed. He was having some father-son time with his baby boy.

"I love you so much already buddy. I can't wait to watch you grow up and teach and show you all the things I did as a kid. We are going to be best friends."

I started tearing up when I heard that last sentence. I sniffled.

"That's so lovely Matt. You're already such a great dad."

"That means the world to me honey." Matt stood back up and placed the baby in his crib for now.

Matt came over to me and kissed me on my forehead.

"I could never be more proud of you sweetie. I love you so much. You're going to be the best mommy."

I smiled up at Matt. He pulled the chair next to the bed impossibly closer to me.

"Now, lets talk baby names." He smiled.

Hey guys! I hope you really enjoyed this fanfic! If you have any suggestions or requests, send me a message and I will try get back to you asap! <3

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"YOU HAVE ME ALL TO YOURSELF, PRINCESS"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH TANGERINE

I hope you like it! 💙😌☝

Your boss had told you to take the bullet train from Tokyo Station, where you would meet your contact in the dining car.

Supposedly, he knew where you could find the son of the White Death, who had disappeared a month ago.

As planned, you boarded the bullet train at the indicated station, and after showing your ticket to the conductor, you walked with a firm step to the place where the person you were supposed to speak to would be.

You touched your ear, making sure the communicator you had attached there was on and that your business partner and best friend, Natalie, could hear you perfectly.

"How will I know who it is?" you asked in a low voice so that the other passengers wouldn't think you had suddenly gone crazy

"The boss said he'd be wearing a blue suit," she replied quickly. "He shouldn't be hard to find. He's the only Westerner you'll find on the entire train."

"First, that was very racist," you blurted out. "And second, why blue?" Couldn't he have chosen a more discreet color?

"What the hell do I know, dude," your friend complained. "Ask him why he chose that color when you see him, but first make sure he tells you the last known whereabouts of someone you and I know, okay?"

"Okay," you said, as you caught a glimpse of a man's broad back, clad in a blue suit jacket. "I have to go, I found him," you announced. "I'll call you with the news as soon as I can"

"Okay, be careful, and for God's sake, don't trust him."

"I don't trust anyone," you replied, repeating your mantra once more.

When she hung up, you headed over to the contact and sat next to him at the bar.

You ordered a drink in perfect Japanese so as not to arouse suspicion, and he glanced at you, just as you did at him.

Whatever you were expecting, you were sure you weren't expecting someone like him.

He was wearing a dark blue suit with a shirt of the same color, but a lighter shade that matched his eyes, which rested on you with curiosity and intensity, as if he could tell who you were just by looking at you.

He took a sip of his drink, and you did the same with yours when the waiter placed it in front of you.

"I guess you're my contact," you began when you found your voice

"And you're the girl I have to help."

"Excuse me, help?" "You asked, frowning in confusion. I thought you were going to give me the whereabouts of the son of the White Death, and we'd each go our separate ways

"I wish it were that simple, darling," he smiled, showing off his British accent. "My boss told me I should help you find him, in case he's still alive." He pointed at both of you. "So from this moment on, you and I are partners."

"I work alone," you blurted out, his smile widening at your displeasure.

"I did too, until," he looked at the watch on his wrist. "Ten minutes ago," he quickly calculated. "Believe me, love, I'm not exactly amused by this situation either," he said. "But if this is how it's supposed to be, it will be done."

"What do you gain from all this?" "You questioned, leaning your gaze on him.

"Money, and a new katana," he added. "The last two were left behind because of my last job."

"Sure," you huffed, tired of him bragging about himself and what he'd done every chance he got. "If we're going to be partners, you have to tell me your name."

"Tangerine," he blurted out, and you laughed helplessly.

"Tangerine? Like the fruit?"

"Yeah, like the fucking fruit," he grunted, draining his drink.

"And if you're Tangerine, what am I, Lemon?"

"You can't be Lemon," he muttered very seriously. "Lemon is my brother."

"Oh, come on, don't fuck with me," you snorted. "Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm serious. Lemon is my brother," he repeated. "He's not here because he's doing another job elsewhere." He gave a half-smile. "So you're lucky, you have me all to yourself, princess."

"Yeah, how lucky," you smiled, gritting your teeth with feigned joy

You stopped to wonder if this was all a hidden camera prank, and you found yourself searching for someone suspicious who could be part of the group of actors who had organized the whole show, but you didn't find anyone.

"Tell me what you know about him, about his last whereabouts. Anything could be relevant," you said, taking another sip of your drink.

"He doesn't like leaving the house," Tangerine began. "From what we know, he's the typical Japanese teenager who only thinks about getting home and spending all day playing video games or thinking about jerking off every three minutes to a porn video," she explained, shrugging her shoulders. "If he wasn't the son of who you and I know, that kid would be an average Asian"

"In short, you don't know anything about him," you said, causing him to hold his hand to his chest, clearly offended.

"I've told you what…"

"You haven't told me shit," you interrupted. "Those assumptions I could have figured out the information myself just by looking at his KakaoTalk account," you snorted. "What I want is real data, dates and times he entered and left the school, security camera recordings, something that tells us where he was last and therefore where we should start looking"

He stared at you for a few seconds before speaking again.

"Clearly we haven't gotten off to a good start," he gave an amused smile. "But we're in this together, honey, and I'm not leaving your side until we complete this job," he reminded you. "So you better try to make the situation as bearable as possible"

"Speak for yourself," you snorted. "I'm very nice to everyone."

"I must be the exception," he replied, laughing. "We should start thinking about finding a place to sleep." He smiled. "You don't want to sleep in the hallway, do you?"

"Of course not," you said, finishing your drink in one gulp. "Let's find that spot."

"I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with you if necessary." He gave a smirk, causing you to shake your head.

"You're… you…" You clicked your tongue tiredly. "I don't even have adjectives to describe you."

Tangerine's smile widened as she followed you down the train aisle to the first-class seats, thinking about how this job was fucking shit, but it was less bad if you were with him.

And you'd never admit it, but you thought the same thing.

[paucubarsisimp]

double date

pairing: mason mount x reader, jude bellingham x fem!oc (rhea)

summary: in which you and mason have something exciting to tell your best friends

warnings: detailed making out, a bit of swearing

ou and mason had recently gotten engaged and today was the day you were planning to tell your best friend, rhea and her boyfriend who is also one of mason's best friends, jude.

"are you ready yet, my love?" mason asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist as you did your lip gloss in the bathroom mirror.

"almost." you hummed as you quickly turned around. "taste this one and guess the flavour love."

he wasted no time before pressing his lips to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. he swiped his tongue on your bottom lip, pulling and biting on it slightly as he tasted your lip gloss. you pulled apart a minute later to take a breath, resting your forehead on his as the two of you breathed heavily.

"that was definitely strawberry." he panted as he closed his eyes.

"correct." you smirked before turning around again and wiping off the smudged lip gloss and reapplying it.

"come on we'll get late." he whined as he placed his head on your shoulder and pouted.

"please, its rhea and jude we're talking about here." you joked knowing that the couple was always late to everything.

"true." he sighed as you grabbed his hand and the two of you walked and sat inside the car. after vibing to taylor swift, you guys made out in the car for a while until you saw rhea and jude's car pulling in.

"we- we have to go." you whispered as you pulled apart, panting.

"two more minutes." he whispered back as he grabbed your chin softly and pulled you in for another kiss. two minutes later, the two of you got out of the car and made your way towards where rhea and jude were.

"your lip gloss is smudged." she smirked as your eyes widened and you scrambled to get a mirror and lip gloss from your purse. once you had reapplied the lip gloss, the 4 of you started walking again.

"making out again?" she asked as you nodded sheepishly.

"we have a shoot tomorrow right?" you asked as she nodded, referring to the nike shoot you guys had to showcase their new shoes.

"how are you and mason?" she asked as you blushed.

"we're good and we have something to tell you both actually." you said.

"wha-" she started but before she could finish, the 4 of you had arrived at the restaurant. 

you walked ahead and linked your hands with mason as you sat down next to each other with rhea in front of you and jude in front of mason. the waiter approached and looked you up and down before he smirked and did the same to rhea.

"what can i get you gorgeous ladies?" he flirted and winked. you looked at rhea with wide eyes and saw that she was doing the same.

"i'll have a strawberry mojito and my husband will have a regular mojito." you said pointedly, emphasizing the husband bit even though you weren't married yet.

"and i'll have a bloody mary and my boyfriend will have a margarita." rhea said.

the waiter rolled his eyes at the two boys on the table before walking away. mason got up, about to follow him before you pulled him back down.

"mase, leave it please. just enjoy." you said softly, kissing his cheek. he sat back down, the anger disappearing from his eyes.

"ok." he mumbled as he softly kissed you. jude whispered something to rhea but you couldn't hear it nor did you care, you were rubbing your nose with mason's as the two of you giggled.

"when did you guys get married?" jude joked referring to your earlier statement as he took a sip.

"well not yet." mason chuckled nervously as you squeezed his hand gently.

"your drinks are here, lovely ladies." the waiter said as he set down all 4 cocktails.

"thanks." jude and mason spoke through gritted teeth and you rubbed his hand softly to calm him down.

"have you guys packed yet?" you asked as you took a sip of your drink.

"no, a few of my clothes still have to arrive. you?" rhea asked.

"nope, not yet. i ordered from this new shop and the clothes were so cute and..."

as the evening progressed, the four of you shared stories, jokes, and laughter. you all were having a lot of fun.

"can we have the bill please." jude requested as the waiter came back to collect the plates.

"yeah." the waiter grumbled, annoyed that he had to speak to jude. he came back a few minutes later and mason and jude paid the bill. as he was leaving, he made sure to slip his number in yours and rhea's hand.

the note read:

 hey gorgeous x

here's my number, xxxxxxxxxx

ps, im into threesomes if you and your friend are into that ;)

"ewww." you said in unison with rhea.

"look, i love you but no thanks." you told her.

"same." she replied. "also he didn't even use proper punctuation! like where's the apostrophe for the i'm???"

mason came up behind you and read the note before you handed it to him and he ripped it up and threw it in the trash. the four of you walked outside, the cold breeze hitting you instantly causing you to shiver.

"

do you want to get some gelato?" jude asked.

"yeah, hold on though. i got to get my girl a hoodie from the car." mason said and walked to the car and came back with his blue chelsea hoodie that you loved. you slipped it on before rhea gasped and grabbed your hand.

"holy shit! did you get engaged?!" rhea asked, inspecting the diamond ring.

"yeah, we got engaged last weekend in paris." you blushed.

"i came to your house to ask if i can marry her?" mason raised his eyebrow causing your heart to melt.

"oh yeah." she remembered and tears started forming in your eyes.

"

you asked my best friend for permission?" you whispered before launching yourself in his arms and kissing him.

"god, i am so in love with you." you mumbled against his lips as you pulled apart. the four of you walked into the gelato shop. you and mason walked slightly in front of jude and rhea.

"please don't take 2 hours to choose this time." you sighed, looking at your indecisive best friend.

"i do not take two hours!" she rolled her eyebrows causing you to give her a pointed look.

"ok fine i do!" she sighed as you stuck your tongue out at her, her doing the same.

mason and jude chuckled behind you, causing you both to turn, cross your arms and raise your eyebrows.

"sorry." they mumbled at the same time.

"i'll have a mango, what about you my love?" mason asked, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and putting his chin on your head.

"me too, share with me?" you hummed as the two of you swayed.

"rhea, what about you?" you turned to rhea.

after 10 minutes of waiting, she responded with: "chocolate! no! raspberry sorbet." she said sheepishly to the man that was waiting with a bored expression on his face.

"finally!" you sighed as the four of you went outside and sat on the two benches facing each other. with you cuddled up to mason's side and jude with his arm around rhea's waist.

after finishing, you decided to call it a night and went back home.

the two of you took a shower and cuddled up while watching friends.

requests are open!

[wordsaresimple-imnot]

The game continues (Truth or dare part 2) - Joe Toye x F!Reader

Summary: Part two of "Truth or dare". Toye and Reader go to his room to finish what they started earlier that night.

Warnings: 18+ content, smut (p in v), slight male dom, oral teasing (male receiving), female pronouns/body parts.

A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.

A/N pt 2: Full discloser, this story took on a mind of its own and ended up filthier than I planned. But I regret nothing. As always, please like, comment, reblog :) :) :) They keep me going.

As promised, @imaginethatneathuhpartdos here's part two! I hope you like it!!

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True to his word, Joe was waiting for me when I walked out of the medic station thoroughly exhausted. Without speaking, he tossed the cigarette he was holding away, grabbed my hand and started leading us towards the housing areas. When we reached the building housing the NCO's, Joe did a quick look around then ushered me inside quickly before a patrol officer saw me. Up a flight of stairs and past two doors later we were inside Joe's room.

The second the door clicks shut, Joe locks it and spins us around so I am effectively pinned between it and him. He teasingly brushes his lips against mine before trailing kisses across my cheek to my ear.

"I've been distracted all fucking night, thanks to you. A Kraut tank could have drove right past me and I wouldn't have noticed or cared." His breathe is hot against my ear, followed by a soft kiss. I turn my head and place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Did you touch yourself?" I, too, was distracted all night thinking about him but I wasn't about to admit it.

Joe pulls back enough to meet me eyes, a smirk on his face, "A good soldier follows orders, ma'am." He presses his hips against mine and I can feel how hard he still is. I grab his jacket and keep him anchored against me.

"Well done, soldier. I guess I should reward you." I move us around so he's now leaning against the door. "Let's continue our game, but it's going to be all truths. So, how do you want your reward: hand or mouth?" When he doesn't immediately respond, I run my hand down his chest, stomach and stop right on top of his bulge giving it a hard squeeze. "Hands or mouth, Sergeant?"

Joe's eyes are nearly black with arousal as he breathes out, "Mouth."

In a flash, I'm on my knees unbuckling his belt and pulling his layers down until his penis is free. The tip is flushed red with precum leaking out. I glance up, meeting his gaze as I lean forward and lick his tip clean.

"Fucking tease." Joe grits out behind clenched teeth, his breathing hard and uneven already. I shoot him a smirk and while I would have loved to have drawn this out, he wasn't the only one horny beyond belief. Opening my mouth wide, I lean forward again and take as much of him as I can without gagging. "Goddamn!" Joe groans above me and I feel his hand tangle in my hair, holding tight.

He lets me set the pace, starting in slow bobs with my tongue swirling around his tip and the vein running up his underside. I can tell he's getting antsy when his hips buck lightly up and his grip in my hair gets tighter. At a small tug on my strands, I moan around his penis and he lets out a hiss. Picking up my pace, I use one hand to stroke what isn't in my mouth, squeezing his base and slip the other between my thighs to alleviate some of my own throbbing.

Joe's thrusts start to become harder and he's cursing with every breathe he lets out. Soon he's tugging my head back and off of him, ignoring my attempts to keep going.

"I promise I'll cum in your mouth next time baby. Right now, I need to cum in your pussy." He doesn't wait for a response, just pulls me flush against him and plunges his tongue inside my mouth. These kisses are possessive and leave no room doubt that Joe Toye is in control now.

I'm positive a button or two gets ripped from our clothes in our haste to be naked, but neither of us give a damn at this point. Joe pushes me down onto the bed, hands gripping my thighs as he kneels between them, drinking me in. Slowly he leans over me, hovering just a hairs breathe away from touching me and flips the game on me.

"Back or knees?" My brain is practically mush at this point and I can't fully comprehend what he's asking. He gives a slap to my thigh, bringing my thoughts out of a haze for a moment while he repeats his question. "You staying like this or or getting on your knee's for me again?"

"Knee's." Joe's kissing me hard as the word flies from my mouth, dominating me yet again. He bites my lip hard as he pulls away and slaps my thigh again, signaling me to flip around. No sooner am I on my hands and knee's before him, then I feel his fingers stroking me, spreading my wetness around.

"Next game, I'm tying you to this bed and counting how many times I can make you cum with my tongue and fingers." His voice is dark and full of a promise I know he will keep. My only response is to moan and push my hips back towards him. One of his hands grabs hold of my hip so hard I know it'll bruise, and love that, and the other trails up my spine and grabs a fistful of hair again.

Without warning, he lines himself up and bottoms out inside me. We curse at the same time, reveling in the feeling of finally being connected after so much build up, and between one breathe and the next he starts fucking me.

The pace is brutal and primal and perfect. First he uses his hand in my hair to shove my upper half more onto the bed, angling my hips to hit me deeper and grinding every time he bottoms out. All thoughts have left my mind and the only thing I can focus on is the feeling of him and trying to breathe. Behind me, Joe is bouncing between compliments and cursing.

"Fuck. You're so goddamn tight. Jesus Christ, baby. You were made for me."

The next time he bottom's out, he pulls me up so my back is flush with his front and then goes back to his previous pace. The hand that was on my hip, moves around and up my stomach, so he can massage my breasts and tweak my nipples. Joe uses his leverage in my hair to turn my head at the right angle to give me a bruising kiss.

"Touch your clit, baby. I need you to cum." He bites my lip before giving me another hard kiss. My hand flies down to my bud and starts rubbing furiously to help me fall over the edge. Joe's thrusts start to become sloppy and I know he's just as close as I am. "I'm close, doll. Hurry up. Cum!" He drops his head and bites my shoulder hard enough I wouldn't be surprised if it drew blood.

The combination of pain and pleasure tips me over and if he wasn't hold me up with his arm I would have collapsed into the bed. My orgasm triggers his and he cums with a loud shout. Joe manages a few more ruts before shifting us so we fall onto the bed on our sides, his arms tangled around me keeping us pressed together.

Is it minutes or hours that go by, neither of us know or care. We eventually part, Joe uses his undershirt to clean up between my legs, passing me a clean t-shirt to sleep in. After he's finished cleaning up the best he can, he tosses on a pair of underwear and pulls a blanket over the both of us, dragging me to lay across his chest. As the afterglow sets in and mixes with our previous exhausting, we manage quiet 'goodnights' and fall into a deep sleep.

Bonus scene: The next day

"You're a dumb ass, you know that?" I say, working on finishing up a few stitches on Guarnere's forehead. He had tried to jump between some ruble on patrol and needless to say he didn't make it.

"But I'm still handsome right?" He shoots me an overly confident smirk. I just roll my eyes and laugh.

"Not my type, but I'll confirm with the other nurses that like to stare at you."

"Speaking of you type, there was some pretty loud noises going on in the house last night. And Toye has a big ass mark on his neck. Know anything about it?" He starts to laugh as I feel my cheeks burn, and I not so accidently pull on the last stitch harder than needed to make him wince.

"I haven't a clue what you're talking about." Before he can make a smart ass remark back, Tab comes walking into the medic station flowers in hand. Guarnere and I share a slightly confused look, as the former man stops in front of us.

"Gee, thanks Tab. But daisy's ain't really my favorite." Guarnere jokes.

Tab just ignores him and looks at me, "Do you know where Emily is? I heard she was working a shift today?"

"Yeah, she's in the supply closet. End of the hall." I wave vaguely and watch him nearly jog out of sight.

"What the hell was that?" I ask out loud, not really expecting an answer.

"Must have been what Toye wanted to talk to him about at breakfast. Something about owing Emily a 'thank you'." Guarnere gave me a curious look as I started smiling. Instead of elaborating, I snip off the end of his stitch and nod at my handing work, taking a step back.

"There, good as new. Try to not screw up my hard work." Guarnere hops off the bed.

"Thanks, sweetheart. Now if you don't mind, could you point out the nurses that stare at me?"

[smilingangel582]

Yo yo... ik I don't take requests and all... but I have my reasons... im really sorry! I just have a lot on my plate! But writing is all I need and I would like to write as much as I want! That's all, thank you 👉 👈

Anyway! Wind breaker is the new hot topic for me! Idk about u guys but im loving the mc

Haruka sakura! Love his name, style, antics, and cuteness overload when he gets flustered and shy!

Possible lers! Suo, Umemiya, Togame!

I want more of these guys srsly!

Ok, so warning spoilers alert! Anime and manga

Sakura's Dilema!?

Sakura ate Kotoha's omelette rice as usual. She would smile fondly at him throughout and began her unusual newspaper routine about town.

"...so that's what granny sato said..."

Sakura licking his fingers clean shrugged, "Hm, good..."

Somewhat a little impressed, "Your improving. You don't get flustered anymore when someone compliment you?"

Sakura scoff, "That's a hundred years ago... im not that weak"

She smiled warmly, a hand resting under her chin as he looked at Sakura, "Well i guess everyone should compliment you more now, if that's the case..."

A small heat crept up to his cheeks, Kotoha giggled teasingly, "Ah ha! There's that cute blush we all like..."

"S-shut up! So you guys are praising me because you like to see me reaction??" He snapped, getting flustered.

She grinned looking sideways, "Maybe? Or maybe not but... granny said its adorable... and so do I" winking back Sakura gritted his teeth, a shade of red growing uncontrollably on his face.

She chuckles, thinking, "Maybe I should stop teasing him..." Then she speaks with a calmer tone to relax Sakura's tensed embarassment.

"Oh, Sakura... I almost forgot..."

Looking up from his plate, his face back to his normal colour gradually, "Yh what?"

"Ume told me the shishitoren buddies are coming over at Furin high..."

Almost choking on the eggs, Sakura looked up with a surprised frown, standing up with a daring grumble, "Huh? Why? Are they here to pick a fight?"

Kotoha sighs, "No, that's not it... its-"

He cuts in, "Maybe they wanna fight me again! Hah! I'll show them!" He quickly stuffed his mouth with the final bits of rice and eggs, but deliberately ignoring his veggies and sets out.

Kotoha was too surprised to protest as she couldn't even finish, as the bell tinkled upon his leave, "E-eh? Sakura! Hold up! That isn't what I... meant..." she murmured the last part as he was already gone, smiling confusedly, she sigh again, "That idiot..."

Meanwhile, Sakura hurrying towards the school began to notice a large crowd of bofurin and shishitoren looking at each other. Suspecting it's a fight, Sakura lets out a growl, "Oi! Do u wanna fight?"

The others stared, and half of shishitoren lunged towards him. But not in the way he expected. They crowded him like a flock of fan boys.

"That's the first year that beat our second in command!"

"Wow! He's got a funny but cool look!"

"Is he strong? I can feel it!"

So many ushering and laughter comes from the usually wild shishitorens. Sakura gets flustered and shocked. "H-hey, what's going on?"

"Sakura-san, didn't kotaha-san tell ya?" Nirei finally steps forward, smiling as he helped him out from the crowd, "Shishitoren are here on Umemiya-san's orders for a casual get-together..."

Silent, Sakura stared, "Eh... rly? That's it?"

He nods now, grabbing his hand, "Come, they are all at the auditorium!"

Past the hallways, Sakura could tell the room is less tensed than it should be if it's back those days. There... he can see Togame, Toyama, Umemiya and Suo standing in one pack -oh and Sugishita glaring at Sakura.

Sakura smirks, "Well well... I thought it was a battle but its just a silly tea party..."

Togame played along, feigning meance, "Oh? would you have preferred us thrashing your butt, Sakura?"

Eyeing him challengingly, "Ah... the second in command himself, Togame, wants to lose again..."

The older guy steps in with his geta clattering on the ground. He has a much mellower appearance in contrast to Sakura's first impression of him. Sakura says he prefers the other and colder Togame, but... who knows what a tsundere actually says and means?

Togame clapped him in the back, "So, Sakura... how have you been?"

"Hmph! Mr. Sloth himself... what a surprise"

Togame smiles, genuinely happy, as he continues this banter, "Well, you are still that brat who almost got pummeled by me,"

Sakura scoffs, "As if! I never lose..."

"Togame and Sakura have history to share..." Umemiya grins gleefully, and Toyama has his arms around Umemiya, very buddy-like and close as expected. Its ironic to how things used to be. There's more liveliness and strength in Shidhitori.

Everyone had a harmonious atomosphere compared to how they met the first day. Even Sako has a reserved but amiable relationship with Hiragi. Sakura felt somewhat... relieved...

Suo mentions slyly as he crept behind Sakura, "Well, Togame-san? Want to have another fun fight with our grade captain?"

Sakura's ears turn red as he snaps at Suo, "Oi, don't push it..." however he looks at Togame expectantly, "Well, I don't mind a bit of fighting and all..."

Nirei squeaked, "B-but... Sakura..."

"Dont worry, Nirei... look, " Suo pats his back with assurance. They both watched Togame smile more openly, not in the prior meancing grin, "Yaa... It's been too long, Othello-kun. I hope you learnt something from me that time..."

"Oh? You mean other than how I punched you?" Sakura provoked, which Togame narrowed his eyes playfully, "Don't get cocky..."

Toyama brightened up, "Ne,ne Ume-chan, are they gonna fight?"

Umemiya sighs but not in dismay, "Seriously... alright, I suppose, but don't go too far, or else Hiragi needs another stock of gas-kun ten"

"Oi!"

Soon, Togame was in his usual stance. Instead of glaring, he was looking forward to it. Nirei grabbed his notebook, and began scribbling on a new page.

Suo asked, "Are you gathering information on Togame?"

Nirei grins, sticking his tongue as he concentrated, "Not quite... It's for Sakura-san as he told me to write down his flaws so he can improve himself, I want to know what's his weak points are, too, anyway..."

Suo gives a brief laugh, "Other than the fact that he's so easily red when someone compliments him?"

Nirei conceded with a chuckle, "Well, yh that too... but something else..."

Togame lunged just the moment Sakura moved. It expected that Togame strives for grappling more and he's more intent on grabbing Sakura instead of punching him

"Ugh, I hate this fighting style!" Sakura sneered as he dodged perfectly. Regardless, their hits are serious despite the playful nature. Sakura could feel Togame grab his shoulders to push him down, but he's too flexible as Sakura slips away.

"Whew close!" Toyama mentioned and Umeniya agreed with a smile.

Sakura managed to dodge and yet...

"Gotcha..." Togame slipped under his arm to judo flip him from behind. Sakura felt the force as he made contact on the ground, yet Togame carefully made it less forceful and used his hand to protect the back of his head. Nevertheless Sakura twisted himself to avoid being pinned down. Instead, he spun himself with his leg wrapping around his opponents waist now switching sides.

Togame slipped a bit but latched on to his waist a bit unexpectedly.

The touch caught Sakura off guard despite it being an obvious grapple. Surprising everyone, Sakura stumbled down on his knees.

This was noted by the shishitoren second in command. Then, getting an idea, Togame slowly poked his waist while using his body weight to pin the shorter guy down, "Hm... interesting discovery..."

"H-hey! Wait! Dohont doho that!" Sakura flinched now, arcing his back as Togame's touch became gentler and swift around his sides, a light giggle slipping out of Sakura's grinding teeth.

"Oh my, is the little delinquent a bit sensitive?" Suo teased from the background, beating Togame from saying a similar phrase.

Sakura gets flustered again, now trying so hard to keep his laughter under control. Togame's nimble fingers began to crawl up his stomach, which made Sakura shriek and quickly scramble away from him, "Ack... NOHO?!"

A frivolous yet sinister grin was plastered on Togame's face. He raised his hands, tauntingly wiggling his fingers, "Uh oh, someone's in trouble... too bad I found out this weakness first..."

Nirei, mildly shocked, immediately began jotting down notes, giving a serious nod to himself, "Intriguing indeed, but a guy like Sakura is bound to be ticklish..."

Nirei flinched when Sakura yelled. Snapping his head with an aghast look, "Huh? Whohoho's sihihide ahahahahare youhuhu ohohohon, boke?"

"Now now, you can't even keep your giggles to yourself, Sakura..." Suo snickered.

"Y-YOHohou bahahastard!" He raised a hand to try and punch Togame and use a leg to kick his face.

Togame took this chance to lunge forward, dodging them effectively. Like the tackle from last time during the fight, Togame pushed himself forward towards Sakura's midriff. He managed to use his strength to get him down again, "You shouldn't let your guard down... even at friendly spars"

"Ah!" Sakura yelped, trying to turn on his stomach to escape, as this is no longer fighting but play fighting, "S-shit!"

Togame instantly grabbed his shoulders to stop him, "Uh uh uh~ Sakura... where do you think you're going...?" He dug his nimble fingers into Sakura's sides, suddenly eliciting a squeal and contagious giggles that sounded so unlikely of the tough Sakura. It went crescendo to decrescando at each sensitive spot he targeted.

"EEEh! DohoHOHOho noHOHOt! HahAHAHAHa, thiHIHIHIHIs iHIsn't fahAHAHAHAHAIR!"

"Who said fighting is about fair play?" Togame snickered mercilessly, almost like an evil older brother, "You of all people should know that, little Othello. Plus, it's cute when you lose control..." That earned a beet red blush from the victim as he kicked and thrashed, not even coordinating his defences.

Toyama and Umemiya grinned at this, and the others watched how their bonding went on through this 'spar' session.

Still the leader of Furin sigh, "Honestly it's dangerous if anyone finds out about his weakness..."

Toyama laughed, "Yes! Isn't he like strong as you? It's crazy how he's trying to fight back like this..."

Nirei chuckles, "I never expected this side of him, its... surprisingly cute"

"You mean unsurprisingly Nirei-kun," Suo winked, now pointing towards the fight with a gleeful look. Sugishitha, who's been eye rolling as he watered the plants, took multiple glances back at the little one-sided tickle fight.

Sakura tried to kick him (half-heartedly) but instead felt a suddenly electric tingle spread down and up his leg as Togame sqeezed his knee -whether it is accidental or intentionally was unknown.

Shocked beyond anything...

His laugh kicked a knotch as Togame began to tickle under his knee, unable to use his hands as they uselessly failed. They just hit the wooden floor instead, "AHAHA! NOHOT THEHEHERE! DAHAHAMN IT!"

Togame laughed at that, not stopping as Sakura couldn't place his attacks properly, "Oho? I should've gone for the knees before... It's funny how you got restrained by a mere touch there,"

"AHAHA BAHAHASTARD! NOHO WAY I'M LOHOSING!"

"Then... what about... heeere?"

Togame used his bodyweight to pin his shins and then squeezed his upper thigh. This made Sakura go wild, "GAH! N-NOO! HAHA SHIT! YOU AHAHAHASS!"

Seeing him slightly going red, Togame decide to give him a break. But... just a break.

Just five seconds at least... Togame thought menacingly.

5...

"Haah haaa..."

4...

"J-jeeheeez, thehehe heheck?" 3...

Togame got ready as he cracked his fingers. 2...

"U-uh eek!"

1...

Sakura's voice hit an octave as he let out a startled shrill when Togame pounced forward to get his ribs, a giggly reaction that melted his heart. It's not as strong as his knees and thighs, at least.

Suo has his usual smile, which stretched widely as he said mysteriously, "I wonder if I can get a turn?"

Nirei gulped, inwardly thinking he should never leave Sakura alone from now on-

"NOOO! HAHAHA, P-PLEHEHEASE NOHOT THEHERE! I TAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHACK! AHAHA YOHOHOU'RE AHAHA DEHEHEMON!" A surprised squeal from Sakura made Nirei look in bewilderment. Where was Togame tickling to make the tough and cold Sakura to actually beg for mercy?

"Ahhh~ found it... your actually weak in the armpits? How predictable, its so adorable" Togame is, as Nirei will note down, the possible second worst tickle monster... first place being Suo.

Suo chuckles, "You say it's the worst but he's ticklish everywhere"

Togame laughed, still tickling Sakura, "Oh yh... it doesn't matter... his knees are as bad as here..."

Sakura kicked and thrashed weakly, now cackling like a mad man, closing his arms, "NAHAHAA! Y-yohOHOHOU AHAHAHAASS! LEHEHEHehet gOHOHOHo!"

"Mmmm~ nope..."

Panicking instantly, Sakura let out a flustered cry, "FIHIHINEHEHE! FINE! I GIVE UHUHUP!"

His voice raised another octave at the end, and Togame chuckled with amusement, letting his hands leave his armpits, "You are so ticklish there, who would've guessed..." he added with a pinch yo his thighs, making the other squeak weakly jolting, "aaaand there too..."

"It's good enough, that he's a tsundere, but being ticklish one is better," Suo proudly stated.

"Q-Quhuhuiet y-yohou dihihick!"

Evidently, Sakura is catching his breath, still pink in his face, sweating as if he had an actual one-sided 'battle' of blood-lust.

Nirei hummed in consideration as he looked at his notebook, "Hmm, so being ticklish is Sakura's weak point eh? Even I could win against him,"

"Shaddap!" Sakura managed to choke out angrily.

Umemiya gives a laugh, scratching the back of his head, "Oh, I doubt you can cuz Sakura will knock you out cold before you could try. He's a proud guy after all..."

"Oi! Quit talking like I'm not here, dumbass"

Sugishita sneered, clenching the water kettle tightly, "That's Umemiya-san to you, weaksauce!"

Getting up on his elbows, Sakura growl, back to his old self, with remarkable stamina, "Ah? Do you wanna pick a fight mop-head? Cuz I'm game..."

"Ma ma..." Suo stepped in between them, elegantly skimming his eyes over the taller guy, "Sugishita-kun, do you want to upset Umemiya-san?"

The tall guy turned to a radiant happy Umemiya and huffed angrily as he backed away easily. Now Suo turned to Sakura with a much eerie smile, "And Sakura-kun, do you want round two?" He mischievously wiggled his finger, "Instead of Togame, I can step in for him?"

Fear struck him, he blushed, yelling as he swatted those fingers, "H-hohow dare you threaten me! Ugh, whatever... fine, I won't pick a fight with him"

Suo heard Togame speak with amusement from the corner, hands restinf behind his back, "and here I thought you were looking forward for round 2 Sakura..."

"W-why would I?"

Suo answers this time, leaning forward towards his ear, "You never resisted... now did you?"

Sakura instantly turned red, eyes widened with surprise, his golden and black eyes dilating like a cats pupil, "H-huh? I was too concentrated! T-to even fight back!"

"Mmm~" everyone hummed teasingly, not believing him obviously.

This time Toyama grinned childishly, nudging Sakura playfully, "So then, does that mean you admit that you are weak to tickling then?"

"Ah? N-no I didn't say that-!"

"Theeeen, you pretended not to fight back and let me tickle ya?" Togame added... the two shishitoren leaders were putting Sakura in a helpless position.

Silent... Sakura looked away, Suo added, "Quite the bind your in, Sakura-kun"

Debating on what was more embarassing... either he should say that he liked being tickled and pretended not to fight or say he's too ticklish to handle it and fight back.

Sakura fumed for good five seconds before replying with a mutter, "U-ugh fine fine, fine! I'm weak to it so I cant fight back! Happy?"

Everyone grinned fondly, Sakura covered his face, both in shyness and rage.

"Good boy!!" Umemiya ruffled his hair, now making Sakura snap and growl like a little savage puppy.

In a corner with Suo, Nirei, however, chuckled to himself, "I bet he doesn't mind it much..."

Suo grinned, looking at the scene with a glimmering passion, "You guessed it... he's our fearless, cute, tough tsundere grade captain... Sakura-kun"

[teloisstuff]

A champion's Christmas

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Teloise fanfic inspired by my convos with @doonymoon and including all canon ships, translated to english. Based within season 3.

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The cold was biting the cheeks of the players training on the World-Cup ship. The Tek Nos were gritting their teeth as they stretched, Gabriel had already bundled up in all the layers of clothing he owned, and Eloise was hopping on her feet in her goal.

"Come on, guys, let's stretch and pack up for tonight. I'll expect you in good shape for tomorrow!" ordered Tag, who was making a valiant effort to appear unaffected by the frosty December wind.

Jeremy, similarly attempting to hide his shivers, instantly replied:

"Hey hey hey! Wait a minute, Captain. Tomorrow I'm off duty, unreachable, and on a sacred mission to compensate in chocolate for all the disgusting cafeteria meals this year!"

Tag gave him a confused look before Gabriel reminded him,

"That's right, tomorrow is December 25th! I forgot about Christmas Day too. But don't worry, Tag, we can practice together at the institute, just the two of us. It'll be just like old times."

Tag nodded at him, a little disillusioned, but smiled as he tossed him the ball.

"Just like old times then…"

They finished stretching and began their journey back, greeting Shark on the boat's stairs.

Eloise and Samira, trailing behind the group, cast saddened glances towards their two teammates.

"I guess Gabriel's parents won't be coming to see him this year either," Samira lamented. Although she came from a family that didn't celebrate Christmas, the institutional holidays of the period remained a precious time for family reunion, and she loved the way the whole city was decorated with light and warmth.

"Yeah… but at the same time, otherwise, Tag would have been completely alone. I don't get the impression they celebrated Christmas much at the institute," Eloise replied, lost in thought.

Her parents had an extravagant party planned, as they did every year, excessive and impersonal, filled with high-society guests she couldn't stand, but who she would have to put up with for the entire afternoon. She was already pouting.

"Woah, you look miserable Eloise. Did training ruin you or what?" Shark called out, appearing at their side, hands in his pockets as always.

"It's nothing, don't worry, Shark," the countess reassured him. An idea then crossed her mind. "Say, do you celebrate Christmas?"

"Christmas?" The question took him aback, but Eloise's sincere innocence amused him. "Of course! We meet in my secret palace under the port and we get out the caviar of course!… Don't worry, I'm messing with you. And anyway, I'm lucky, no need to bother decorating when the city lights up by itself."

If Shark's circumstances were tough, he didn't let it show.

"Well, that's exactly it! How about we celebrate Christmas together this year, as a street football family?" Eloise suggested, throwing a knowing look at Samira, who already seemed delighted by the idea.

"Uhh, where would we do that? On the boat, you mean?" Shark rubbed his chin for a moment, and smiled. "I see you what you're up to. You want me to spend my only day off organizing a huge celebration for all the World Cup teams, right?" He snorted, then nodded. "That's a great idea. However, I'm going to need some help."

The girls agreed.

Samira went to catch Jeremy and pulled him aside to let him in on their plans. For this to be a real Christmas party the whole team should be together, and they weren't about to let Jeremy go bury himself at his grandmother's. It took a bit of convincing, but he finally gave in to those beautiful eyes, and even offered to come with desserts.

Eloise took it upon herself to send a message to the TekkNos, who quickly jumped at the chance to avoid an afternoon of babysitting at their parent's.

They all agreed to surprise the two Blues staying at the institute.

On the evening of the 24th, Port-Marie was already beginning to sparkle with festive decorations, and the windows lit up as families gathered together to eat and celebrate. At the Riffler Institute, Gabriel fell asleep with his cell phone in his hand, still waiting for his parents' call. Tag pretended to sleep as he watched the shutters rustle in the winter wind. He cursed this celebration again for the 14th time, his jaw clenched, suppressing the emotion that rippled through his chest. As midnight approached, his phone buzzed, and he unclenched his fist to read a message from Eloise:

"Meet me tomorrow night at the boat, Captain," followed by a winking emoticon.

The message made him smile, and a wave of warmth washed over him, loosening his throat and letting him lull into a dream with a sigh.

The next day, the two boys wandered between the courtyard and the dormitories, trying to pass the time until the evening, both having been discreetly invited to the boat. Gabriel suspected the invitation was no coincidence, but Tag was too preoccupied with the idea of ​​a date with the Countess to give it much thought. As always, his mind cycled through disaster scenarios justifying their breakup, and anxiety mingled with his anticipation. He was going to end up frozen and withdrawn again, like always, he blamed himself.

The rest of the team, meanwhile, was scrambling to collect lanterns and christmas trees in town, sweets and drinks from grandparents, and a load of borrowed cutlery to add to the items already available on the ship.The idea had appealed to all the teams staying in the port, and the enthusiasm could be felt throughout the boat, as the players not celebrating Christmas were still happy to party, and the others far from their families delighted to share the occasion with their teammates.

Eloise was easily able to slip away from Villa Riffler, amidst the throng of high-society. Samira, Jeremy, and the TekkNos enjoyed lunch with their respective families before gleefully heading back to the harbor.

By the time evening arrived, the boat was glowing with tinsel and christmas lights, and ringing with music and cheerful chatter. Sinead and her crew had brought out the drums and a microphone, taking turns to belt out the worst Christmas songs in a bad mix of rock 'n' roll and Maria Carrey.

Eloise had stolen two bags full of Santa hats from her parents' stash, and Samira had brought back the winter sweaters her grandmother had knitted with the intention of threatening the boys to wear them. Jeremy had hung mistletoe everywhere, winking mischievously at everyone that saw him do it.

By the time Tag and Gabriel arrived in the common room on the ship, their mouths were gagging, their eyes wide not knowing where to turn before being assaulted by a flood of arms surrounding them as the whole team yelled out "MERRY CHRISTMAS!".

"I knew something was up!" Gabriel called out, giving Eloise a knowing look. She winked and invited him to some cake, where he was immediately joined by Fatou, who planted a kiss on his cheek and a Christmas hat on his dreads. They both quickly slip away to the impromptu dance floor, nodding their heads in rythm to the music.

Tekk and No had come up a juggling game to compete for the best candy, and were already challenging all members of the opposing teams, with Cartoon acting as referee and crowd-pleaser.

Jeremy, as always, returned to clowning around at the table to make Samira laugh, before resisting her dare to wear her Grandma's sweater. The two chased each other for several minutes before Samira cornered him and pulled it over his head, accompanied by two kisses that made him blush.

Eloise chuckled as she watched them, her eyes darting to see her captain's reaction. Tag stood there for a moment, a moved smile stuck in spite of himself on his face, his eyes glistening. Not knowing what to do with his hands, which quickly returned to their pockets, he slipped away discreetly before emotion could overwhelm him.

Coming out of the main hall, he breathed deeply a few times before letting himself trudge through the corridors onto the deck, taking advantage of everyone being inside to regain his composure alone. He strolled back and forth across the ship a while before spotting Shark leaning on the edge of the boat, sipping a drink and looking out to sea.

Night had fallen, and the air was cold, but the stars shone almost as brightly as the garlands of Port-Marie.

Tag joined his friend on the boat-edge, following his gaze toward the horizon. They stood there for a moment, sharing a knowing silence, understanding each other.

Tag broke the silence first. "I can't believe you went to all this trouble."

Shark shrugged nonchalantly. "It wasn't much really. Actually… it was Eloise's idea."

Tag hid the smile creeping back up his cheeks. He took a few breaths before saying: "It's not too bad a day, after all… for Christmas, I mean…"

"Yep, not too bad. It's okay." Shark smiled, sipping from his glass again.

Tag let his shoulders sag and in a more nervous tone he continued : "It's kind of nice… Being with all of you… for Christmas. You guys… You're like family to me. All of you. I…"

Shark put a hand on his shoulder while staring into his cup: "You don't need to say it… I know. You're my brother Tag. Merry Christmas…"He handed his cup over.

"Merry Christmas Shark." Tag grinned and took a sip before handing it back, letting the feeling of warmth and comfort settle in his stomach.

A short silence passed again as they admired the sky.

Finally Shark continued:

"My cup is empty. I'm gonna battle Cartoon for something to chew on. You should find Eloise; she's the one who wanted to surprise you… She really cares about you, you know?" He gave him an encouraging smile before heading back to the common room entrance.

Tag started wandering back through the corridors when Eloise appeared from behind the door with a plate of cake in her hand, knocking into him. They both stumbled and fell, Eloise landing on his chest as she attempted to save the plate. They looked at each other and blushed as Eloise quickly fumbled back up and Tag stood up somewhat fussing about her: "Err… Sorry… Are you okay?…I didn't see you coming…" Their cheeks were both red as Eloise patted down her outfit and Tag averted his gaze while passing a nervous hand through his hair.

"I'm fine.. umm I was just bringing you some cake. The guys are fighting over it back there so there isn't going to be much left soon."Her eyes avoided his out of embarrassment. It had felt like a good idea a few seconds ago, but now she felt kind of dumb for going to the trouble.

"Y… You're awesome."

Of all the responses Eloise had not been expecting that. She looked up at him slightly stunned. He was finally staring straight back at her, strangely focused, but his cheeks were still on fire and his shoulders were tensed like wood. She remained confused for a second before noticing the mistletoe over their heads. The Countess's eyes wandered between her captain and the sprig of leaves tied to the ceiling, at a loss for what to do next. Then, not wanting to force Tag into anything, she started to back away from under it but was stopped as his hand darted out of his pocket and gently replaced her loose strand of hair to the side of her cheek.

He was still looking at her, his breathing visibly shallow. She couldn't help but smile as she took his hand and pressed it against her cheek, closing her eyes. Before she could open them again she felt his lips brush tentatively against hers. Their noses touched as they looked up at each other, and before he could panic she pressed her lips against his, returning a second kiss. His arms fell around her waist as if they had been longing to be there all day, and as she looked up at him again, he pressed his forehead affectionately against hers. Eloise's mind raced. Tag had always been so shy about them, so stubbornly withdrawn. But in this moment, his eyes left no trace of doubt. He was staring at her lovingly, as they both remained entranced with each-other for a moment. They were abruptly snapped out of it from the crashing sound of the plate on the floor. It had slid out of her hand.

As reality sunk back in, Tag's hands darted back into his pockets and his eyes stared intently at his shoes, his cheeks still red. Eloise inched a step away and started fixing her hair nervously.

"Ummm…So, Merry Christmas…" he managed out. She chuckled before taking his arm and leading him to her side. "Merry Christmas Captain."

She started heading towards the common room but Tag tugged at her hand.

"Umm… the stars… look really pretty…you, i mean, WE should go and look at them or something…"

"W-What?" she replied, taken aback once more.

He held her gaze for an instant, slightly hesitant. "You know, because its Christmas, and that's what people do… sometimes?… on Christmas?"

She answered with an amused smile and followed his lead.

They went back to the edge of the deck, looking towards the sea, the stars now reflecting perfectly in the dark water. Her hand was still entwined in his. She let her head fall slowly on his shoulder. "Sorry about the cake." she whispered.

"Don't mind. I wasn't really hungry. Besides… this… this a lot nicer."

She blushed and replaced her cheek against him comfortably.

"Eloise… Thanks. This is the best Christmas I ever had."

They listen to the waves for a while, their hearts fluttering as they let themselves enjoy the evening together, content.

[cantstoplovingjude]

Maid for Your Command - Jude's Commands

This is from Ikemen Villains EN, Cybird owns everything.

Jude: "So lemme get this straight. Some bloke ya barely know says 'Be a maid' and you go 'Yessir, right away, sir!'?"

Jude: "That the kinda thing ya into, huh?"

Kate: "That's not what happened!"

I let out a frustrated sigh as I argued with Jude yet again.

It all started as I was accompanying him on a mission as Fairytale Keeper.

A woman who appeared to be a maid accidentally bumped into me and dropped the clothes she was carrying.

The man beside her looked to be her master and tried whipping her right there and then.

I immediately intervened to protect her, only for Jude to get irritated with the "negotiations" that took place between us.

Kate: "I thought it would be better to help her with the laundry, rather than let her get abused."

Jude: "Real impressed by your integrity, I truly am."

Jude: "But there's no guarantee all ya gotta do is wash it 'n be done."

Kate: "I know there's no way to confirm that, but still..."

Her master has said, "If you want to protect her, then be my maid in her place and wash my dirty clothes."

But then he saw Jude before I could say a word, and all the color drained from his face. And then he just ran off somewhere.

Kate: "At least I'm not such a terrible person that I scare people off with just a glance at my face."

Jude: "Yeah, 'cept thanks to that 'terrible person' ya don't gotta play maid no more, do ya?"

Kate: "Well-"

Jude: "Shouldn't ya be returnin' me the favor?"

My body froze as if it were a reflex.

I already knew what owing Jude a favor meant, and it wasn't pretty.

(But I can't deny that him being there helped me out...)

Kate: "I'll treat you to lunch in order to say thank you."

Jude: "Nah, don't want that."

He flatly refused and stared at me with the eyes of a predator.

Jude: "Let's see, what should ya owe me..."

A cruel, cold smile spread across his face.

Jude: "How 'bout ya pay me back by bein' my maid, huh? If ya can do it for a stranger, ya can do it for me, can't ya?"

Jude: "Ya ever hear of a contract of obedience?"

==========

Jude: "Huh? Can't hear ya. Say it again, louder this time."

I tried to gather up my voice, but every time I opened my mouth to speak, the words came out shaking.

Jude: "Next time if ya talk too quietly, I'll shove a rag in your useless mouth. C'mon now, speak up."

Jude had taken me to one of his company warehouses.

And I stood there trembling with anger at his humiliating order.

Kate: "...I pledge obedience to my master."

Jude: "Sit."

Kate: "...Excuse me?"

Jude: "What the hell happened to obedience, huh? I said, sit!"

I gritted my teeth as I obeyed Jude's ridiculous order while he crossed his arms and leaned against a packing box.

The floor of the warehouse was so cold it made me shiver.

Kate: "You're not treating me like a maid. You're treating me like a dog."

Jude: "If ya listen to every command I give ya, what's the difference?"

He stood up and stepped on the hem of my dress with his stylish black shoes.

(How am I supposed to stand up now?)

As I watched him looming over me, my heart started pounding even louder.

(Who knows what he might do if I don't fulfill my debt to him...)

(I don't know if I want to find out what else that twisted mind of his could come up with.)

Jude: "How 'bout I strip those annoyin' clothes off ya, slap a collar round your neck 'n take ya for a walk?"

Kate: "Absolutely not!"

Jude: "Did I ask the dog to talk back to her master?"

Jude: "Apparently, ya got no intention of obeyin' me, so I guess ya don't need that mouth after all."

He reached out and tried to cover my mouth with his large hand, but I jerked back and hurriedly apologized.

Kate: "A-all right, I'm sorry! I apologize for being careless!"

Jude: "Oh yeah? Prove it. Get on your hands 'n knees and bark. Then I'll forgive ya."

Blood rushed to my face when I heard his command.

I started to protest instinctively, but then quickly shut my mouth.

(...I might as well just do it. Make him happy, and get out of this situation as quickly as I can.)

I glared at Jude, getting down on my hands and knees like he said.

Kate: "...W-woof."

Jude: "So vicious. Looks like you're 'bout to tear your master to pieces!"

Jude: "And look at those rebellious eyes of yours. Hah, yeah, I like that."

Kate: "Wha-?!"

Jude: "Wasn't intendin' on playin' with a lil bird like ya, but..."

Jude: "Now I wanna know what you'd look like when ya scream 'n cry for me."

Kate: "...Ah?!"

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, then roughly pushed me up against the wall.

He pinned my arms to the wall, his grip so trong I couldn't fight back.

Kate: "Let me go! ...Ah!"

I struggled in vain as he wedged his knee between my legs, then my body began to tremble as a strange heat rushed through me.

(He's got to be kidding... He can't be serious!)

Jude: "Hmm..."

I couldn't read the expression on his face as he stared at me coldly.

Kate: "Ahh, J-Jude...!"

As I shifted, his knee rubbed against the sweet spot between my legs and a thrilling, throbbing sensation overtook me.

My mind was a mess of fear, frustration, shame, and... pleasure.

Jude: "What're ya gettin' so excited 'bout, huh? I'm not doin' nothin'."

Kate: "Please move... your leg."

Jude: "Ya could get fired for tryin' to do somethin' that indecent with your master's body, ya know that?"

Kate: "I am not!"

Jude: "How 'bout I leave ya here all alone as punishment then?"

(Oh, to hell with it. He is the absolute worst!)

I wanted to say that to him, but the sound of his whisper against my ear sent another shiver down my spine.

I desperately tried to stand my ground, but my legs began to tremble and grow weak.

Jude: "What would ya do if ya saw another woman bein' treated the way ya are right now, right in front of ya, huh?"

Kate: "What? I-I'd call for help, of course!"

Jude: "Tch. You're a right idiot, ya know that?"

Right now, he looked more angry than mocking.

Jude: "You're supposed to ignore it. Haven't learned your lesson one bit, have ya?"

Kate: "Ahh...!"

Now his leg which had pressed me against the wall started rubbing against me with purpose.

The hot, grinding stimulation I felt between my legs was too much to bear and I couldn't help but moan.

(I-I didn't mean to make that noise...)

Jude: "Ya really think ya can 'help' anyone with that tiny, weak body of yours?"

I flushed with embarrassment as he immediately released me.

Jude: "If you're gonna follow me 'round, ya gotta ditch all the niceties 'n goodwill."

(He really is... something else entirely.)

Jude: "Or if ya don't wanna get tossed aside, then forget the damn mission 'n go back to sleep in your castle, princess."

I bit my lip, trying to calm my breathing.

(Even if that was his way of warning me, he could've done it in a different way.)

(And I'm not going to stop being kind to people. But I don't want to give up on my mission, either.)

(Besides, why is he trying to make me learn a lesson by being so malicious, anyway?)

(I wish I could understand his way of doing things better.)

I took a deep breath and stared at him.

Kate: "I refuse both."

Jude: "...Hah, should've stuffed your mouth shut, after all."

He gave me a very displeased look and then sauntered out of the warehouse.

And I still chased after him, dragging along my throbbing knees and aching body...

End.

[coryothesub]

Young President Snow being a sub literally kills me

I think I saw this somewhere else, but I'll ask it anyway (I love how you write): maybe President Snow is being threatened by his secretary or maid, perhaps, because of a video where he fucks his ass with a dildo (sorry for the obsession), forcing him to... No idea, my imagination ran out... Maybe being forced to ask the reader out on a date or something, the point is that will end in something else...

OMG ANON THANK YOU FOR COMPLIMENTING MY WRITING IT LITERALLY MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME!! Also this was so fun to write

nsfw / mdni / president!sub!coryo / secretary!dom!reader

“You called for me Sir?” You were standing before your boss aka the young President of Panem holding your tablet and ready to write down his orders.

“Yes,” he got up from his work desk and looked at you, smirking and curling up the corner of his mouth.

“I think it's time we get to know each other better… Come closer, doll!”

You weren't exactly thrilled about him calling you a doll, but you were curious about what he had in mind so you made a few steps closer.

“You look delicious in that silly little work attire of yours, I bet you would look even better without it,” he made a move on you without hesitation accompanying his lewd words by grabbing your derriere and squeezing your butt cheek.

To his great surprise the next thing he felt was a hard slap across his cheek, causing him to step back astounded by your unprecedented impudence.

“How dare you?” He muttered under his breath.

“Sit!” You grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him down on his chair. You sat comfortably on the side of his desk, enjoying his anger and confusion.

“Do you even know that attacking the President is considered a high treason? I'm gonna make sure you face the consequences!” Coriolanus spoke through gritted teeth, his face burning with anger.

“No, I won't… Unless you want that little tape from the bottom drawer of your desk to go public,” you gave him a cocky smirk. “You're so old fashioned Mr. President, still using a video camera to capture your little shenanigans…”

Coriolanus's mouth flew open at your statement. He felt a deep shade of red filling his cheeks.

“That's… That's impossible, I know for sure that it's still there.”

“Oh Coryo,” you gave him a pitying look. 

“I had so much fun watching it. Your slender fingers pushing a dildo up your tight, little hole like the pathetic little slut you are. All those lovely moans and whimpers coming from your mouth. I couldn't resist and made a copy. I know, I know, a little invasive, but since you were moaning my name the whole time…”

Coryo's eyes widened. He was now fighting for his life like a trapped animal.

“I will make you disappear before you even manage to leave this building!”

“Oh, don't worry, I figured that much. So I made a few more and gave them to people that are true patriots and trust their President. Unless I disappear. That might undermine their patriotism and who knows, your little video might go live before you even blink, Mr. President.”

Coryo looked so shook that you almost felt sorry for him. Maybe he deserved a little treat. You spread your legs just enough for him to see that you had no panties on.

Coryo's pupils dilated. You could see a wild mix of anger, humiliation and pure lust in his eyes.

“You're a terrible person,” he muttered, not being able to take his eyes off your delicious pussy.

“I guess we could say I’m learning from the best,” you chuckled and jumped off the table.

“We can still settle this like adults. But you'll have to behave.”

“I will,” Coryo nodded frantically. “What do you want? Money? A higher position?”

“I want you to take me out on a date.”

“W-what?” Coryo's face radiated pure despair.

“Are you out of your mind? I'm a married man AND the President of Panem! It would be a scandal!”

“A bigger scandal than your little tape going public? Imagine the unsuspecting citizens of Panem seeing their ruthless President bouncing up and down on a pink dildo whining and panting like a little whore…”

Coryo flinched at the thought. That sounded like his worst nightmare. He took a deep breath and swallowed thickly.

“Alright, we can have a date in my mansion. I will send a limo to pick you up tomorrow night.”

“Good boy!” You caressed his flushed cheek. Coryo leaned into your touch, feeling himself getting hard at your little praise. He crossed his legs instinctively making you giggle at his struggles. Who knew the President of Panem would find so much joy in getting humiliated by his own secretary.

***

The limo arrived to pick you up as promised. You were wearing a little black dress and high heels for your President. You had to look good while turning him into your personal sex doll.

Poor first lady had been sent away for a picturesque weekend in the countryside, Coryo had only his most trusted servants at the mansion. He couldn't let any rumors start.

You entered his lavish dining room, the lights were dimmed and the table was set. Coryo got up from the table to offer you a chair.

“You look gorgeous,” he tried to be as smooth as possible knowing full well his reputation was hanging by a thread and you keeping your mouth shut was the only way to save it.

You didn't reply. Just sat down at the table and started your meal. Coryo tried to keep it cool, yet he looked anxious and impatient.

He wondered if this would be enough for you to stop blackmailing him. But most of all he wanted to know if he's gonna get that sweet taste of humiliation again. But you were just keeping a casual conversation and that slowly drove him mad.

Finally you got up and walked around the table noticing a prominent bulge in Coryo's pants. You smirked and tilted up his chin.

“Now show me your cock, I wanna hear those pathetic little moans of yours.”

Coryo rushed to follow your command, pulling out his dick and starting to jerk off frantically. You bit your lip at the sight, his cock was long and handsome, it looked even better than you remembered from the video.

“Fuck, you're so beautiful!” he let out a series of desperate moans, watching you through half closed eyelids.

“I-I want to fuck you so badly.”

You let out a little laugh, enjoying his despair.

“You’ll have to do better than that, baby. Now stop!”

Coryo made a few more strokes before letting his cock out of his hand after you gave him a stern look. He had no choice but to obey. You both loved that.

He watched you as you pulled up your dress, revealing your bare cunt. You were not wearing any panties again, just a pair black stockings and matching garter belt. Coryo let out a soft whine at the sight, he needed to touch you so badly.

“Such a needy boy, huh,” you teased him, slowly straddling his thighs. Your dripping wet pussy was just mere centimeters from the leaking tip of his achingly hard cock.

“Beg for it!” You instructed.

“P-please I need…” he begged, his voice shaking and pleading.

“Need what? Use your words, doll,” you smirked at the thought that you were the one calling him doll now.

“I need to fuck you, please!”

“You need it because,” you said slowly.

“Because you are…”

“Because I'm a slut,” he whispered. “I'm a pathetic slut and I need you.”

You gave Coryo a flirty smile and slowly lowered yourself, sinking his hard cock inside your warm, wet pussy, causing him to let out a deep groan of relief.

You started fucking yourself on his cock relentlessly, realizing you both were already so close from the teasing alone.

He was filling you up so nicely as you kept riding him, clutching at the lapel of his jacket and enjoying the way he was looking up at you, his baby blue eyes full of adoration. He looked so pretty and pliant.

You grabbed a fistful of his platinum blonde hair and pulled his head against your chest, feeling his hot breath on your hard nipples as they were poking through the thin fabric of your black dress.

“Fuck, this feels good, your cunt feels like heaven,” Coryo whispered blissfully, caressing your thighs as you kept riding him.

“You have a nice dick, Mr. President,” you murmured as you kept bouncing up and down enjoying the feeling of his rock hard member stretching out your walls.

Coryo smiled at your praise, feeling his climax approaching as his cock twitched inside your tight cunt, causing you to let out a soft moan.

“Fuck, Coryo!” You smashed your lips against his in a wild kiss as you came hard on his cock, your pussy clenching around it in a tight grip.

The feeling of your tightness brought Coryo over the edge and you felt a hot, thick load of cum shooting up against your velvety walls, Coryo moaning and panting against your lips.

“You did pretty good, Mr. President!” You winked at him, climbing off his lap. You could see his nostrils flare as he noticed a small stream of cum dripping down your inner thigh.

“W-what about the tape?” He shouted after you as you were walking towards the door.

You let out a small laugh and glanced at him over your shoulder.

“Oh, the tape. I never copied it.”