#this has been sitting in my notes app for months

[ferryfoam]

Ds9 characters describe Julian as an "overgrown child" but really what happened is he had his actual childhood stolen away from him and is now trying to reclaim what he missed out on now that he's in a more accepting environment

[winniebell]

“Your lawn is so beautiful sometimes I don’t even recognize it” my grandma tells me while we sit on the porch of the care facility I do not live in but she does. 

I want to turn to her and say

“I’m so glad you think it’s beautiful because it’s yours, you can go here anytime you want it’s just out the door, all you need to do is ask someone and you can see this every day and I’m so happy you think it’s pretty here and I’m so happy the workers are nice and I’m so happy that man asked you to dance with him last week in the hallway.”

But I don’t say any of that because it wouldn’t make sense to her.

In her mind she lives in this new apartment and a nice young couple bought her old home and her daughter lives with me and my family and maybe it’s better that way. Maybe that’s the way it should be. But instead her home isn’t for sale and her daughter still lives there all alone and she hasn’t visited her mother once since she moved out and my house has the same number of people it’s had in it for years plus a little more because my dad doesn’t go to work anymore and this isn’t a hotel it’s an old folks home for old folk who can’t remember too well anymore and it took my mom weeks to find and she cried so much and I never saw her anymore but now my grandma’s here and it’s nice. She thinks it beautiful and that’s what matters.

[koipudding]

period sex with kaiser!! cannibal kaiser who is NOT ashamed of eating you out--in fact its like a treat--he doesn't care about the state of the blood he's consuming, if it was toxic he'd have rushed you to the hospital after all...

ao3 version here! (same thing, diff platform.

wc: 0.9K

cw: eating out, period sex, cannibalism, dubious consent (reader gets brain fog with their period), no use of pronouns, unedited and not proofread, gender neutral reader (has a cunt/period), muscle aches... experimentation on cannibals (loosely referenced).

inspired by Alice's (cheralith!!) cannibal au. but kaiser does not die in this timeline :x

he's more insistent than usual today. you know he tracks your periods, which is fine--any good roommate would look out for a friend like that! It makes stocking the pantry easier, plus there's the bonus of knowing when to say or do certain things. 

But with the medicine you’ve put him on, he should’t be desperate for blood. The medicine, the vials and fresh meat you’ve laid out for him are usually enough. Science says they’re enough (sentiment says otherwise), but the existence of cannibals in society is rather new. Hence, it’s time to rely on scientific inquiry. 

Except you can hardly get out of bed. 

Your thighs and back ache despite lack of exertion, and you can feel your pad sticking to your thigh. 

“Ow…” sitting up is hard, but a firm hand guides you up. 

“The hell? Don’t sit up too fast.” Kaiser is next to you.

Your eyes adjust to the light—it’s probably noon already— “wha…” 

 His eyes aren’t the same shade of blue, no. they’re grey, flickering between red and grey as his breaths remain shallow. 

“Hey… Mihya, are you—“

“I can smell it.” He cuts you off before you finish, “Your period, I mean.” 

Before he can come off as too insensitive (when has he ever cared about that?), he whispers: “Do I… need to draw you a bath?” 

Before, the absurdity of a known cannibal asking to care for you instead of consuming you would have made you laugh (or cry from fear), but all you can do is soften and agree. 

“I just need a wet wipe.” You acquiesce. It’s rare for the blond to initiate his brand of care for you, any step he makes is worthy of accepting. 

He comes back, and wipes down every place you needed attention at. Under your arms, your neck and behind your ears. He reaches your ankles and goes up... 

The movement of the wipe stops at the junction of your thighs. 

Maybe it was a mistake to wear short shorts to bed—the kind that exposes your underwear with a single stretch or movement of the leg. 

Your… roommate. Your roommate pulls your panties aside, his breath hitched and eyes blown wide. 

Something goes through his head, and the realization hits you like a ton of bricks. He’s a cannibal. During a menstrual cycle, you shed internal lining, and blood. Just the type of thing a cannibal loves. 

“Wait, don’t—“  

“Please.” He thumbs a bit higher, not close enough to be touching your slit, but teasing the edge of it. 

Kaiser rarely ever begs, but the hunger in his eyes is all consuming. You’ve never seen him react this way because of you. 

Fog fills your brain. This is what you hated the most—the brain fog, muscle aches—maybe this will take your mind off it all…

A second’s hesitation is all that it takes for Kaiser to pull your shorts away. He shoves a folded towel under your hips (in retrospect, it shouldn’t have shocked you how well he’s planned for this. When emotions aren’t high, Michael is methodical, conscious towards the point of manipulation. Of course he knew he’d do this and most importantly, that you’d accept it.) 

He licks a tongue up your thigh, where some caked blood rests. His tongue flicks out to catch some blood at the edge of his lips. 

Shame takes place of arousal in your gut. Letting a cannibal into your home? Fine. Taking care of them and studying them? Fine. But letting them treat you like you’re a meal? It’s depraved. You should despise it. Instead, you find yourself inching closer to him. 

“P-please. Don’t stop,” your hands shake as he gets closer, “I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry? Don’t be sorry, Schatz. Just stay put and behave.” He croons at you, and you can only whine in response. 

Kaiser goes back down to play with your clit, not minding his fingers getting stained and sticky from your arousal and blood. The fluids mix together, the sound growing more lewd as he gets more enthusiastic. 

“Mi—Mihya—“ its hard not to lose control of speech, the mixture of shame and arousal makes it hard to even think about what to say to him. 

You melt under his administrations; combined with the twisting in your gut, you cry out and beg for him. 

Calloused hands pat your sides, stroking your hips as he licks up your slit. 

The room grows warmer as he tugs and pinches on your clit, and you spasm as he grabs your hips. A choked cry of “mihya” leaves your lips. 

Overstimulation hits you like a truck before Kaiser slips a finger into your cunt. You’re full of slick and blood, making it easy for him to reach your sweet spot. 

His tongue and knuckles tease your entrance before the coil in your gut snaps. 

“F-fuck… mihya—-“ you let out a broken cry as you cum, blood and arousal coating his face. Almost like he got out of a fight… 

“M sorry, m s-sorry mihya, you got all dirty.” Your hands reach to cup his face, your chest shaking from exertion and shame. 

“You were delicious, sweetheart. Nothing to be sorry about.” Kaiser grins, pulling his finger out of your cunt and licking it like he’s had the best meal on earth. 

“Gimme another round. I think I found something better than those blood vials you’ve been giving me…” 

[riaki]

moneyload | satoru gojo x reader (implied fem)

this is for @satoruoo + everyone who’s tired of my angst | 1k wc

satoru likes spoiling you.

no— like would be the world's greatest understatement. satoru feels about spoiling you the way he feels about you— he doesn’t just like you, he‘s utterly enamored with you. if you asked, he'd move mountains for you. or give up a portion of his candy; both are equitable in his bright eyes. he loves you so much that he'd skip a basketball session with suguru or leave in the middle of the fight to throw the leftover scraps of a cursed spirit to whoever was unlucky enough to be there at the time; you're more important. you've always been.

yeah, that’s gotta be it. a perfect way to paint his feelings for you on a pure canvas brightened by your smile, light as a feather and lively as the sun. and you're completely deserving, he thinks— you, who's always been so patient and kind with him.

as such, he thinks it’s a crime to waste such a beautiful figure on things less than lavish dress and delicate jewelry; but to be honest, he thinks you could don a potato sack and still make it look exquisite. nevertheless, each time you protest when he drapes another dainty necklace glittering with gems cut from a million-dollar wallet and 58 facets (all the reasons he loves you— that's what he calls them.), he shushes you promptly with a swift, sweet kiss; you get a noseful of his expensive cologne every time he sidles up to you and gets comfortable. which, for the record, is quite often.

out of everything he gets you; bouquets of beautiful speckled flowers that look as if a painter dumped their entire palette of pastels and pretties onto the petals, sweet chocolates dark with the tiniest amount of cherry liquor in the center ("i don't need them— i already get drunk off of you, sweetheart!"), fragrant perfume or the latest comfortable clothing that catches his eye (this one's less common. he likes it better when you're only in his clothes.), jewelry is the one he always finds his way back to the most often.

why? well, if you ask him— there's nothing better than being sprawled on your couch with his head in your lap, nuzzling into your warm hand as he catches a whiff of the perfume he gifted you last week paired with the reddest rose he could find on your wrist. your hands card through his hair, and he uses the opportunity to catch your arm before you can move any further, giving you a smug grin as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box.

(it's a little embarrassing the amount of times you've thought he was going to propose from that alone.)

you'll open it, and it'll be a pretty silver necklace that matches the one around his neck, or a gold ring with ornate details that he slips onto your fingers after taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your knuckles with a smile and a laugh. sometimes it's a bracelet adorned with rich jewels the color of your eyes; maybe something rose quartz to represent the flush on his cheeks you always seem to elicit or a marigold yellow to show the pure joy he gets from being around you. if you ask him about it, he'll just say, "i wasn't kidding when i said i get drunk off of you, baby." with a boyish giggle that's far too charming to not have been used in his younger years to get his way and a sweet little wink of an afterthought that has your heart racing.

on the occasions when the gift is far less... appropriate, you'll always sigh and chastise him with a shake of your head because you both know the fabric will be torn to shreds in a matter of a few minutes. he does it anyway, though. he's always been a little bit of a brat in that sense.

whatever it ends up as, satoru absolutely adores seeing your reactions; the cute flush on your cheeks when you accept it with a little thanks and a kiss to his cheek, leaning forward on the tips of your toes because he's too tall for his own good. maybe even to hook a finger around the bridge of his sunglasses for lips to lips, if he's lucky. of course, he knows he doesn't have to buy your affection— you've made that abundantly clear in moments he doesn't like to think about as anything more than vulnerability when he's worn out, but there's just something about you that makes him want to pile it on. he's always had more money than he knows what to do with, anyway.

and maybe, just maybe— one day he'll dare to hope for a future past school hallways, flattering dresses and skirts or sneaky kisses when he's a little sweaty and his jacket is in your arms and you're on the bleachers, hijacking shoko's pack of cigarettes while the squeak of shoes on the gym floor and the sound of a basketball rattling in the hoop fills your ears. past nights when you're curled up in his arms and he can comfortably rest his head in the crook of your neck, tucked away where it always should be (and always will be).

he'll hope for days when he gets to wake up to you by his side, a silver band with so much more meaning than the fifth one he's given you that week on your ring finger and a matching one on his own, because satoru loves you so much that he'd empty out the vaults of a bank just to make you smile at him. not in the hollow way his father always had at home, or in the obligatory resolute smiles of the servants on his estate, but in a genuine way; a way no one else (except his mom) had ever come close to because if he sold everything he ever had for you, his world would still be right in front of him, holding his hands and kissing his face in spontaneous bursts of love, like shooting stars dancing across his cheeks as a way of thanks.

...so, maybe satoru likes spoiling you so much because you always seem to return tenfold.

if u looked at my search history you'd see 'how many cuts does a diamond have' and 'what are the chocolates with alcohol in them called' my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

[squipa]

the stars at night (are big and bright)

aka you force jason todd to visit buc-ee’s forgive me this is so self-indulgent where are my southern jason fans

———

you didn’t expect jason to offer his company to you so easily, especially when that company meant a two day road trip and a week’s stay in the heart of texas. beyond that, this week included lots of time with your slightly crazy, slightly redneck extended family. you told him in no uncertain terms that he didn’t have to go, that your family would rip him apart with questions, and that it would not be an enjoyable week for him.

he argued that you had to suffer through meeting his crazy, intrusive, difficult, baggage-heavy family, so it was only fair he got to meet yours.

so here you are. in a buc-ee’s. on the side of the freeway in nowhere texas.

when you pull in, he quirks an eyebrow, checking the fuel gauge because he swears he just filled up the car. to his surprise, the tank still reads as full, and he has no idea why you’re here when you just stopped.

but no, you pull into one of the few empty parking spots in front of a giant tan building, ignoring the rows and rows of cheap gas pumps behind you.

“buc-ee’s?” he asks, and you grin. you haven’t had a lot of opportunities to show jason where you came from, and, well, you’re excited.

“you can’t come to texas without going to buc-ee’s.” you explain, pulling down the keys and sliding them out the ignition. he smiles, shaking his head.

“its a gas station.” he argues.

“it’s buc-ee’s.”

“it’s a gas station.”

“it’s buc-ee’s.”

he stares at you blankly, and you realize the only way to expose him to the magic of buc-ee’s is to show him, so you drag him from the car towards the building. you smile, noting his astounded expression while his eyes follow the masses of people filtering in and out of the building.

your hand slips into his and you pull him towards the worn copper beaver statue at the entrance. “let me get a picture.” you say, taking a few steps back. he shoots you a look while you pull your phone from your pocket, but nonetheless pulls a cheesy smile and poses next to bucky beaver. even though he thinks it’s stupid to take a photo next to a gas station mascot, he’d do much more than this to see you smile.

he lets you guide him around the buc-ee’s, marveling at the scale of the building. hand in hand, you take him past the cashiers and towards the bathrooms that you explain are exceptionally clean. when you both exit, he mumbles something about the ludicrous scale of the restrooms, but he doesn’t complain. you take his hand again, steering him towards the center of the building where the brisket resides.

“—so i normally get the chopped brisket sandwich, but the pulled pork and the three meat are just as good.” you explain, swiping your favorite buc-ee’s sandwich from the food warmers. “oh, and we can split a sausage on a stick.” you say, grabbing the wooden end of the tortilla-wrapped meat stick.

he laughs, almost in awe. you smile, pausing to look at him. you love it when he laughs, when he has that amazed look in his eye, when his mouth hangs open and he relaxes just enough to let himself be happy.

eventually, after two chopped brisket sandwiches, a sausage on a stick, a small paper cone of cinnamon roasted cashews, a box of beaver nuggets, a square of fudge, a diet coke and a orange cream soda, and two matching buc-ee’s shirts jason begged you not to buy but promised to wear, you make it back to the car.

“i told you.” you say, sliding into the passenger’s seat, plopping all of the goodies in the center console.

he playfully rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “tell me why you need a gas station that big?”

you shrug, unwrapping your sandwich. “it’s buc-ee’s.”

[dustykneed]

WOMEN 😩

oh ABSOLUTELY.

(based on this f!bones dedicated to @muirmarie in spirit :3333 🩵💙💛)

[theeminentlyimpractical]

Aziraphale x Rose Nylund, The Golden Girls.

+ Bonus, feat. Anthony J. Crowley as Blanche Devereaux:

[kodokberjamur]

Uhh so I blacked out, and—

[stringcage]

By popular demand (ONE mutual 🤭 @lesbianjudasiscariot ) here is the conceptual pitch for my homoerotic adansey centric McDonald's raven boys au

[03-ooz]

Narusasu but its small town America

narusasu fic classic alt/yeehaw dynamic they're both storm chasers naruto loves the thrill sasuke love being on the brink of death. its set in like Appalachia or middle america somewhere rural run down and depressing this story has very little substance i just think it'd be cool to recreate their final fight like this.b

okay so boom, they're evacuating for a storm thats gonna be so bad that they just gotta leave and naruto is going around before he leaves looking for sasuke and asking everyone if they've seen him n everyone is like you know what Naruto at this point you gotta stop trying to save him from his suicidality and narutos like fuck y'all and gets in his janky beat up old chevy luv to go find sasuke in this field where he knows sasuke would be cause it'll have a great view of the storm hes drives through the feild for a while until the visibility gets so bad he can't keep going cause sasukes lying in this field somewhere and he doesn't wanna run him over so he continues on foot finds sasuke and hes like babe lets get outta here like ur gonna die and sasukes like fuck you naruto you poser im just too #hardcore for you and they have this huge fight and waste a bunch of time and sasukes like u gotta get outta here and go live your life while u still can but im staying and narutos like if you go im going with you

narutos truck is so old and shitty its super easy to hot wire

sakura tracks narutos phone to find them (does this make sense???)

she gets super freaked out when she finds narts truck cuz all of his stuff is still in it

she hot wires the bitch and drives out further cause she know the cant be far

alternatively naruto finally just drags sasuke kicking and screaming to his truck and Sasukes like no you leave me and you go and live gour life and naruto throws sasuke in the bed of the truck and hops in and and they watch the storm together in the back of narutos old beater and then idk maybe a day or so later sakura goes out looking for em and finds the truck but theyre not in it so she like noooo and then she gose around to the bed and shes like yassss and thats probably it honestly

this au has been rattling around in my brain for a minute now and its becoming more substantive. this is the first and thus are only thing i've written down so far so bear with me!

i'm gonna post something thats a little critical about narusasu soon so i wanna post this first so ppl know im not a hater.

[redladydeath]

Electric-type Gym Leader Vox vs Frontier Brain Vox

[makismei]

“my love,” nanami calls, stepping into the living room with wrinkled pjs and damp hair. you’re laying on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through one of your various shopping apps— spring sales have you adding everything to your cart.

“yes?” you reply, craning your neck to meet his gaze. he lifts your legs, sitting where they were resting before lowering them back down, in his lap. he smells like water and clean laundry— it’s familiar and comforting.

warm hands rest on your calves, you put your phone down to give him your full attention.

“you have my debit card on your phone and wallet,” he starts, “you know that, right?”

you nod slowly, giving him a confused look. “i know.”

“you haven’t used it at all. i just checked my statement.” he says, “didn’t i tell you to buy whatever you want?”

“you did,” you smile, almost laughing at the situation. “and i’m grateful, always, that you offer to pay for my things, but i have my own money too, ken— also! i did use it, actually.”

he rolls his eyes, not malicious, of course. “yeah, for boba. twice. do you know how many shopping bags you’ve hauled into this house the past month?”

he’s being sarcastic and you laugh. this has always been something you guys quarrel about, kento giving you all his money and assets, immediately throwing his card whenever you mention something you like. “why do you want me to spend your money so bad?”

kento pouts, just slightly, it’s barely even noticeable.

“i’m grateful, baby,” you say, “but you already pay for so much— this house, my car insurance, the bills and date nights… i’m already spending quite a lot, no?”

“you can spend more,” he pouts, “what i pay for already is nothing— i want to buy you more, for you to have everything you want.”

“i already have everything i want,” you tease, “he’s actually sitting in front of me, kindly massaging my calves.”

he narrows his gaze, a smile twitching onto his lips.

“we’re going to the mall this weekend— the far one,” he decides, “we haven’t been to the mall together for a while, love. i wonder why is that?”

you hum, avoiding his gaze, “maybe because the last time we went, you secretly took my wallet out of my purse and hid it in your underwear drawer so you could pay for everything?”

he laughs, recalling the moment. “i am absolutely doing that again— also, i saw that app you were scrolling on, let me see what you have, i’ll get it for you.”

notes from mei! i do have a shopping addiction actually (im dirt poor rn and in withdrawal) but i see my future (this fic) and its so so bright

[gae-bug]

Let the moss cover me, the vines fill in the cracks,

let nature reclaim me and let something beautiful grow from this decaying body.

[todomochi-uwu]

sweet as sugar, daddy.

Pairing(s): Luffy x reader; Zoro x reader; Sanji x reader; Ace x reader; Law x reader Genre: Smut Warnings: This content is for a mature audience Synopsis: Living the sugar baby dream Author's notes: I can't believe this took me a fucking month. Enjoy these sugar daddies!

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Luffy 

He’s a very famous Twitch streamer; it makes sense, right? He’s funny, a good gamer, hot, oblivious to standard social cues, the usual. 

He has everything he wants, but something is missing. He’s tried dating, but nothing has really come out of it. 

“Why don’t you try getting a sugar baby?” Nami suggests, clearly, as a joke. 

But wait a sec. Yeah, why doesn’t he get a sugar baby? He’s got the money, time, and initiative. What else does it take? 

You met through a dating app that Nami had to help him look for. In your profile picture, you're wearing a low-cut tank top at a café, surrounded by desserts, and your bio mentions that you like dogs, food, and adventures. Also, no perverts, only serious deals. 

Well, he likes the same things, he’s not a pervert, and he’s serious about this. 

To be honest, he doesn’t quite understand what a sugar baby is. In his mind, a girlfriend and a sugar baby are the same thing, just with a cuter name. 

Any kind of debt? He pays. Need a new phone? He pays. Need new clothes? He pays. Don’t need anything? Still, he pays. 

“Lu, I need...” “Here’s my credit card.” 

Loves having you on his channel, sitting on his lap while he plays. People in the comments ask a lot of questions, but he doesn’t answer any of them. He’s just happy that you’re here. 

Shows you the games he likes, even if you are bad at them. He enjoys watching you play. Gifts you the Mangas he’s reading and loves hearing your opinions on them.  

Remember I said he doesn’t understand social cues? Welp. 

Your relationship quickly turns sexual. Luffy doesn’t really know how to keep his hands to himself. “Hey, do you ever touch yourself?” You choke on your salad. 

He loves watching you masturbate. 

Riding him on his gaming chair while he’s playing seems to be his favourite thing to do. 

Him eating you out as soon as you walk into his apartment (you are now one of his favourite meals; always hot and ready). 

You never speak about it, but your little arrangement turns into an actual relationship.  

“Shh, sweets. You need to calm down, they're gonna find out.” He whispered in your ear while you sat down on his lap. 

Luffy was streaming a new popular horror game. He had asked you to join him and you were happy to do it. He just had a small request. 

“Hey, can we do that thing we tried last week?”  

And that’s how you ended up sitting on his lap, dick impaling you and you trying your hardest not to moan every time he moved. 

Luffy laughed with the scare jumps, moved around when reading comments and couldn’t seem to stay put to save his life (or your digital footprint). At some point you began suspecting he was doing it on purpose, the way his hands would run down your thighs, his hips would move against yours, pushing his cock against your spot and how he would leave small kisses on the back of your head. 

“You’ve been awfully quiet, baby. Are you having fun?” He said as his hand went under your skirt, his fingers quick to find your clitoris and toy with it. The camera couldn’t see what he was doing, but your face said everything. 

Zoro 

He owns a bar. Loving sake and getting drunk really pays off, right? (Drink responsibly). 

He’s a hot-headed, cynical, moody asshole, but goddamn if he isn’t so fucking hot. Along with the fact that he’s older and swimming in cash? Sign me the fuck up. 

It should be easy for him to get whoever he pleases, but let’s face reality. This man doesn’t know how to get pussy and he’s not learning anytime soon.  

Nami must be a saint to be helping all these desperate ass men. But now he’s got you and doesn’t have a clue as to what to do. 

Dates? Um, sure, does hanging out at the gym or his bar count? No? Well, shit, what else is he supposed to do? 

Nami said he should give you his credit card, so he did that and called it a day. No questions asked, he’s not really interested in what you are doing with the money. Though he will get a bit excited whenever he sees you wearing something he can recognise the charge for on his card. 

Zoro is a simple yet complicated man. He won’t be an overly affectionate or needy sugar daddy, but he’s always present. He’s also a private man, so he’ll appreciate it if you keep your relationship on the downlow. 

Makes you call him at the end of the day and listens to you ramble about whatever subject is on your mind, though he doesn’t say much. Whenever you show him what you bought on your shopping spree, he makes sure to pay extra attention if it comes to lingerie and jewellery; makes sure you take care of yourself, no injuries untreated or empty bellies on his watch. 

He would never be the first to make a move when it comes to being sexual. Not that it doesn’t cross his mind, but the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable.  

But he’s a man, a possessive man, and one of the guys he calls a friend is a whore (ahem, Sanji), so it’s safe to say you end up with your guts rearranged and your thighs burning, core crying on the chef’s kitchen bar. And he feels so damn proud of himself.  

It’s amazing how things can change in just a couple of minutes. One moment, you were sitting in Sanji’s living room, he was praising your beauty and eagerly listening to whatever came out of your mouth, his hands caressing yours and you thinking how nice Zoro’s friends were. And the next moment, as soon as Sanji excused himself to take a call, your back was pressed against the kitchen’s bar and your head hanging off the edge with your sugar daddy’s head in between your legs. 

“Zoro... fuck, Zoro we are going to get caught.” Your lips said something, but your hands pushing him closer to your core said something else. His fingers pushed on your clit while his tongue fucked you, your juices falling on the chef’s floor. He was being sloppy, rough and the slurps he made had you clenching your thighs around his head. 

He groaned against your cunt, “He can watch for all I care. Fucking perv cook messing with what’s mine.” He’s nowhere near done. 

Sanji 

He’s a Michelin chef with multiple restaurants around the world. You know the drill. 

He’s got fame, money, and looks. 

But he can’t get a woman to save his life. Too intense, too desperate, too needy, too much. 

If Luffy (and fucking Zoro) can get himself a sugar baby, why can’t he do the same? (He’ll ask, and practically beg, Nami to help him. If she did it for Luffy, why not for him? Yeah, now he owes her.) 

That’s how you end up with this man. And you really can’t complain. 

Handsome, elegant, obsessed with you and made of money. What else could you ask for? 

You are the first to try his new recipes and techniques; your opinion is really important to him. 

He’s a sucker for you the second he sees you. Will bend over backwards just to keep you happy. Expensive clothes, the finest jewellery, trips to places you’ve never even dreamed of. 

Sanji is not hard to please; your existence keeps him satisfied. But... you know, a girl’s got needs. He may act all high and mighty around his friends, but you know better. You’ve got him on his knees, literally. 

He lives to please you, in and out of the sheets. 

You like head? Good, because he loves giving it. This man could live the rest of his days between your legs and die happy. Day or night, before or after work, in public or private; you can be sure he’ll eat you out and have you crying on his tongue in just a couple of minutes. 

Are you more of a top or a bottom? Don’t worry, he’s a switch. Whether you feel like crying from stimulation or making him beg for more, he’s there to indulge you in all and every single way you can imagine. 

But beware, you might or might not fall in love while getting your guts rearranged, but I can assure you he will fall head over heels for you the second he gets a taste of your sweet body, no doubt. 

Right now, your head could only process two things, how you were stuck in the traffic on the back of Sanji’s car, and how good his cock felt inside you. You lost count of how many times you’ve cum. Is it five or six? His head is on your neck, leaving small hickies and kisses on your skin, making sure to mark you as his. His thrusts are relentless and rough, completely contrary to the sweet words he whispers against your mouth. 

“You are taking me so well, princess.” His hands pushed you up and down his shaft, juices oozing out and covering the leather seats. His tip pushed against all the right places, making tears spill out of your eyes and your skin crawl from the overstimulation. 

Your eyes were at the back of your head, your tongue lolled out of your mouth, his name all came out of you, “Sanji! Oh my god, Sanji! Too much!” 

“Shh, sweetheart, the chauffeur might hear you.” 

Ace 

He’s the CFO at Whitebeard’s company. Truly a nepo baby, but he is sure to earn his position. Which leaves him little to no time for dating, socialising, or existing. But he’s okay with it... right? 

Amazing how Whitebeard is the one who helps him get laid. Truly shameful his old man is getting more pussy than him (it makes him want to puke just thinking about it), also makes him wonder, how does the old man know how to get a sugar baby? Yeah, that’s a question he doesn’t want the answer to. 

He’s a confident man, so he makes you feel secure the first time you meet. He’s not cold or distant whatsoever, but fierce and sure of what he wants and needs. He knows his way with words and makes sure to fluster you every chance he gets.  

Thank God, Mr. Newgate had already warned you about his “sleep attacks” cause having to save a man from choking on a plate of mashed potatoes in the middle of a first date is not your definition of ideal. 

Ace is too hot, too charming and too generous as a sugar daddy. Gold, rare trinkets and gifts that are way too expensive, and way too big flood your apartment in mere weeks. 

Clothes, jewellery, bags, fuck it, even puppies, show at your door with just a call. 

Likes showing you off, so he takes you everywhere he can, and introduces you as ‘his girl’ (man got me on my fucking knees with the bare minimum.) 

He takes you out on creative and adventurous dates, so be prepared for anything. From fucking rock climbing to taking you to the opening of new club. But he’ll slow down if you feel like it’s too much. 

You have him wrapped around your finger; he’ll worship the ground you walk on. It amuses Whitebeard to see his son stay put and be compliant for once in his life. 

Just as his brother, Ace doesn’t really care about the difference between an actual girlfriend and a sugar baby; you are his and he will claim you as such. 

“Such a nice view, isn’t it, baby?” Tits pressed against the window of his office, staring at the starry sky and the bright city. You could barely keep your eyes open, his cock kept bullying your cervix with every thrust, making your legs tremble. 

His hands were holding you up, his nails biting so hard into your skin that they will surely leave marks. His hips slamming against your plush bottom and his balls slapping on your clit again and again. “Fuck, angel you are squeezing me so fucking tight.” His palm smacked your ass, “cum again for me. Fuck, come on, baby.” 

“Daddy!” Your core clenched desperately, the knot on your tummy threatened to snap any second now, and just like that, juices spilt violently out of you, splashing your thighs, his and the floor. 

“Good fucking job, sweetheart!” He moaned behind you. You expected him to slow down, but even if you had just cum, he didn’t plan on stopping.  

Law 

He’s a brilliant surgeon. All his work and effort have paid off, even if it meant sacrificing his youth. He feels fulfilled in every aspect of his work life. 

But what about the rest of his life? 

He’s tired of people asking him why he won’t bring anyone to the charity galas and events, and he’s even more tired of people coming and flirting with him. 

He's tried dating, but he can’t flirt or even follow a conversation. Those are things they don’t teach you at med school. 

One day, while doomscrolling on his phone, he comes across an ad for a sugar baby dating app. He’s quick to dismiss it, thinking that it’s for desperate people. The next day, he signed up. Meets a couple of people, but none of them catch his attention, and he’s really close to giving up. When he comes across your profile. 

Now you are at his side at every event, and he’s content. No one’s bothering him with questions or measly romantic approaches, and he’s got an arm candy. Life is good. 

He sees your relationship as a business transaction; you get what you want, and in return, he doesn’t have to go out and make a fool of himself. Everybody wins. 

He pays debts, buys whatever you want, and more. 

He’s not so present in the beginning because of work, and because he’s still getting the hang of being in this kind of relationship, or any relationship, for that matter. 

Likes to think you were the one to fall first, but it’s a lie; he did. And he fell even harder. 

It was slow and he kept denying himself, but everyone could see through his bullshit. The way he made time for you, cutting down on his work and research hours, answering texts, buying random things that reminded him of you (he’ll claim you asked for them and just forgot about it.) 

He wishes he had confessed his feelings in a different way, but Law is cold, calculating and professional in his field, so it also transfers to his personal life. Yet, at the end of the day, he’s still a man. A man who likes to get his dick wet. 

Visits to the doctor have never been more fulfilling. Law had asked you to meet him at his office so you guys could have lunch together, since the last days he’d been too busy to see you. He was tired and stressed, but the second he saw you it was like all that had melted away. He recognised the clothes you were wearing, a tight, really short dress you’d bought last time you went out, a nice pair of shoes and the very expensive bag he’d given you for your birthday. 

In the blink of an eye, he had you against the bookshelf of his office. His cock reaching deep into your pussy and his lips attached your nipple, his thrusts were unforgiven and lacked rhythm. He felt like a horny teenager all over again. 

“Holy shit, Law.” You tried to keep quiet, not wanting any patients or any other doctors to hear you. But Law was fucking you without a single care. 

Books flew down to the ground, along with some frames, but nothing made him stop, “fuck, love. You feel so fucking good.” He moaned against your skin.  

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The First Meet Self-Aware!Caleb

Caleb always talked about how he would he would show you around SkyHaven when you got there. It was never an 'if' with him it was always a 'when'. Perhaps that should've been your first red flag, but when you have feelings for someone those red flags look a little pink A/N: I was chillin' in the N109Zone while I wrote this. Sylus rubbed my feet and brought me food.

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“Just give me some time….”

What did he mean by that? The memory of the way his voice shook and how it seemed like he was talking more to himself rather than you — haunted you endlessly. You spent your days on edge, looking over your shoulder, tossing and turning in your sleep and waking up out of breath. You were never able to use your phone again after that it just wouldn’t turn back on. You spun the new device in your hand flipping it over to see the new phone case you purchased for it.

Apples.

“Well thanks for the new phone Caleb” You mumbled to yourself, setting it aside on your desk before sitting down to get to work. Part of you missed playing Love and Deepspace, but you couldn’t bring yourself to download the app again after what happened with Caleb. For months you had managed to fall for that pixelated man only for it to end the way that it did. You still had no clue what he meant by ‘Give me some time’ but it gave you chills nonetheless.

“Hey!” You jumped at the sound of Camerons voice aka your work bestie. “What?” The word rushed out of you. She stared down at you with a concerned look “I’ve been trying to get your attention I called your name at least ten times” You blinked rapidly as you looked around trying to gather your scattered thoughts. You hadn't realized you were spacing out “I’m sorry I was just trying to get this finished by end of day” You smoothed out your shirt and turned to face your friend “What's up?” Just when you thought it would be bad news you watched as a saccharine grin spread across her face. “Somebody had these delivered” She pulled a bouquet of your favorite flowers from behind her back and gently placed them in your lap. “Just for you”

Your whole face lit up as you looked down at the gorgeous flowers. No one has ever gifted you flowers before. The gesture almost made you combust just from staring at them. Carefully picking them up, you took a long sniff relishing in the floral notes that filled your senses. After getting a good sniff you quickly searched the flowers for a card to see who your secret admirer could be.

‘𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑷𝒊𝒑-𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒂𝒌 ♡ ͏𝑰 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 -𝑪 ’

Your heart dropped to your ass in an instant; it can’t be Caleb he’s not real. You sprang to your feet letting the flowers fall to the floor — petals broke away from the stems as you kicked it away. The room grew blurry as your lungs constricted and your heart pounded like a drum in your ears. The last thing you saw was your friend reaching for you before you were suddenly counting the ceiling lights. Cameron shook you by your shoulders trying to get you to breathe properly. “What was in those flowers!? What did you do? Should I call 911?” She wasn’t speaking to you she was looking over her shoulder — who's she talking to? Please don’t let it be your boss that lady is strict enough as it is. She’ll have you head on a stick if she finds out you passed out on the clock.

“No I'll take it from here” A tall looming shadow stood over you; his face came into view as he leaned down and cupped your cheek in his hand. “Let’s go home pipsqueak you don’t look so well” Caleb? But how? You wanted to flinch away from his touch or get up and scramble away from him but your body was so heavy. “Ca…Caleb” It was so hard to speak your words coming out slurred as you continued to become even dizzier. “How?…..” His smile was blurry but his voice was clear "I take it you missed me considering this phone case"

The world seemed to be going by in flashes. First you were on the floor and next you were in someones arms and now you’re watching flashes of light pass by as you struggled to keep your eyes open. “Get some rest” A gentle hand rubbed small circles on your back willing you to sleep. The heavy weight of sleep outweighed your will to stay awake.

You were groggy as you rolled over and instinctively snuggled into your pillow. You wanted to go back to sleep, but the smell of breakfast had your stomach growling. Breakfast? You sat up in a panic looking around the foreign room. This was not your room and this was not your city. Fumbling out of bed you somehow managed to wrap your feet up in the sheets falling to the floor with a hard thud “Fuck that hurt” just then you heard heavy footsteps heading your way. Terror set in as you tried to untangle yourself from the blankets as the footsteps grew closer. “Come on come on come on” you begged the sheets that seemed to continuously grip onto your legs. “You can’t be serious” You whisper-yelled to yourself.

The room door opens softly and there stands Caleb with a look of worry. “What happened?” He rushes to your side and tries to help untangle you. “Caleb!?” Your eyes are practically bulging out of your head staring at the man in front of you. You wriggle and flail only making things worse “Hold still!” Caleb pins you in place with his evol as he unwraps your lower half from the sheets and blanket. “There. All done” He meets your stare and gives you those same puppy dog eyes that you remember all too well.

“W-where am I?” It took everything in you to keep from cowering into the corner. You knew there was no point in trying to run since he could quite literally pin you in place. He beamed as he gestured towards the floor to ceiling window “Welcome to SkyHaven I hope you enjoy your stay” He said with a wink. Your lips curled into an angry frown while your eyes ping ponged between the view and him. “What? Are you not happy to see me?”

“I don’t understand how I'm seeing you” You rolled your shoulder to try and quell the pain radiating from it. There will definitely be some bruising or at least some soreness later. “That’s classified information Pip-squeak” Before you could ask anymore questions Caleb pulled you to your feet like you weigh nothing. You looked up at him almost entranced by how handsome he is. You shook your head and snatched your hands from his. “Don’t give me that bullshit excuse! Take me home!”

He tilted his head and reached a hand out to caress your cheek “You are home” Although he had the warmest smile and lovestruck eyes; you couldn't help, but feel like a bucket of ice water was thrown on you. You stared dumbfounded; words escaping you.

Say something. Say something!

“I have to leave soon but I wanted to share a meal with you before then” That's when you noticed he was dressed in his colonel uniform — damn he looked so good too, but you refused to tell him that.

Suddenly he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out the door. You tripped over your own feet trying to keep up with his long strides. “I can walk on my own Caleb let go” You yanked at his grip and surprisingly he let go — only for him to swiftly sweep you off your feet and carry you bridal style into the dining room. He gently placed you in a chair and sauntered off to the kitchen returning with your favorite juice, a glass of water, and scallion pancakes. You stared at your plate not sure if you’re happy or pissed.

“I didn’t poison it so stop poutin’ and eat before it gets cold” You glanced at Caleb who occupied the seat next to you. He sat in a relaxed position with his head resting in his palm; studying you intently. You were still hesitant to eat anything this man put in front of you considering he kidnapped you to another world and won’t tell you how to get home. Caleb reaches a hand across you grabbing your knife and fork and slices a piece of your scallion pancake — popping it into his mouth with a subtle groan. He cuts another piece and turns the fork to you “See it’s safe”

You hesitantly part your lips as Caleb pushes the food into your mouth. The flavors bursting on your tongue had you audibly moaning as well. Caleb was a fantastic cook — you snatched the fork from his hand and dug right in taking a few sips of your drink to wash it down. The weight of his stare has you slowing down and immediately wiping your mouth “What are you staring at?” Calebs eyes soften as he slowly scans your face “You’re even more beautiful in person”

Even though you weren’t happy with him those words still gave you butterflies — you’ve been trying so hard to suppress them. You dropped your gaze and moved the last bits of your food around your plate “Don’t flirt with me you’re gonna make me nervous” He let out a soft chuckle and flicked your nose before leaning back in his chair — flashing that gorgeous smile of his. Caleb really was breathtaking; those violet eyes almost had you in a trance. You couldn’t help, but take in all his features — your eyes going from his eyes to his lips, taking notes of how full and soft they looked.

Continuing your perusal, you let your eyes move down, taking in his long muscular, but lean frame. His legs seemed to go for miles and you watched him spread them just a little wider when your eyes reached his lap. “You like what you see pip-squeak?” You finally snapped out of your self-inflicted trance and shook your head “You’re easy on the eyes even though you make my nervous system stand on end” You pushed your empty plate away, crossing your arms over your chest as you sat back in your chair.

Caleb didn’t respond immediately — opting to just give your cheek a caress as he grabbed your plate. His silence was unnerving to say the least. Is he upset? Are you the reason he’s upset? Staying quiet seemed to be the best option. “So I’ll be leavin’ for three days I want you to stay here and when I get back I promise to give you the grand tour of SkyHaven” His voice was accompanied by the sound of dishes clattering and running water.

“Three days?!” You choked on your drink causing you to cough loudly. Caleb stopped what he was doing and rushed to your side — rubbing your back as you caught your breath. “I’m not staying here for three days! I have a life back home!” You pushed his shoulder so you could stand and get some space. You knew by the way his brows furrowed and the chilling demeanor that washed over him in an instance that you’d made him mad. “And how exactly do you plan on getting ‘home’ pip-squeak?” He took a step toward you making you step back. You didn’t get far as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you flush against him. His eyes were becoming wild — this was the same look in his eyes before he ruined your phone for good. His heart was also beating rapidly in rhythm with yours.

You: Tell me how! Caleb: Didn’t you say you hated your job? You: Yes but- Caleb: Weren’t you the one who said you wanted someone to take care of you for once? You: Caleb I didn’t mean- Caleb: So why not stay here and be happy …. with me?

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you stood there letting part of yourself give in to him while the other half was ready to run out the door. Where would you go though? Who would help you? There’s no way Caleb is actually cruel enough to keep you here knowing damn well you don’t belong in this game. “I-I can’t” You croaked out not knowing if you wanted to kiss him or kick him. You watched Calebs’ expression fall, but he quickly covered it with a small grin. He stepped away from you and you almost chased after him due to the loss of warmth. He gripped you by your chin and you stood there frozen not sure what his next move would be. He narrowed his eyes as he searched your face for what? You didn’t know. To your surprise he placed the softest kiss on your lips. The gasp that followed was swallowed up by him as he deepened the kiss. Your mind screamed at you to give him a swift kick to the crotch, but your heart was melting in the palm of his hand.

You kissed him back with the same fervor.

You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him impossibly close. Caleb kissed you like he would never have this chance again while simultaneously savoring your lips like he had all the time in the world. He tapped the side of your thigh and you swiftly lifted it without question. Caleb picked you up, holding you close as he moved across the room and laid you down on the couch. He pulled away breathless and dropped his forehead on your chest “If we keep going I’ll be late for work”

“I should probably get home anyway Caleb we can talk about this another day, but let me go home first” You ran your hands through his hair — it was soft. He lifted his head and for the first time, since bringing up home, his eyes showed no sign of anger. “You’re right” He stood to his full height and helped you to your feet. “Lets get you some pain medication for your shoulder” He brushed his fingertips over the darkening area “Then I'll tell you how to get home” his words were almost a whisper.

“Thank you” You could feel the tension melting off of you in waves.

“Follow me” He helped you to your feet and headed down the hallway towards what you assume is his room. You followed closely behind him; stumbling a few times to keep up. Once you were in his room your stumbling became much harder to control. Your breathing was becoming heavy and your head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. You braced yourself against the wall willing the dizziness to stop.

“What’s wrong? Come lay down” Caleb said feigning concern. Your body was too heavy to even try to fight him so you allowed him to guide you into his bed and you felt a soft kiss on your forehead right before drifting off to sleep. “I’ll be back soon”

The room was dark only lit by the moon through the window when you woke up. You sat up glancing around the room trying to figure out where you were. It took a minute for your eyes to adjust, but once they did you saw the outline of a small lamp on the nightstand next to the bed.

No he didn’t.

You bolted out of bed at the sudden realization that you were still in Calebs home. “Caleb!” You yelled as you ran down the hall out into the living room. The place was dark and quiet not a single sign of another person. You ran to the front door, frantically trying to open it, but somehow Caleb managed to bolt this door shut making it impossible for you to leave. “He locked me in?” Think.

The windows!

You opened one of the few windows that wasn't floor to ceiling and found that it luckily wasn't sealed shut. Freedom was in reach. You went to put one leg out the window when you were met with an electrifying pain. “Ow! Damn it!” There was some kind of electromagnetic wall just outside the window. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. Your breathing was ragged and tears streamed down your face uncontrollably. “Fuck you Caleb you were never going to let me leave”

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| after hours c.s. |

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: chris practically begs his best friend to massage his back, but after an awkward discovery, y/n finds it difficult to keep her hands -- and her eyes -- on the job.

warnings: smut; established friendship; oral (m/f receiving); fingering; hand job; squirting; unprotected p in v; dirty talk(!!!!); 18+

notes: whew! long time no see! life has been putting me through the absolute ringer lately! i haven't felt like a real person in months! i still don't tbh! im working on it! but i have absolutely missed writing and tumblr and u all so much! pls forgive my absence on here i literally haven't even been able to open this app since october when my life went south. my semester is over now so i have one major thing off my plate, so im hoping i can be a bit more consistent with writing. I MISSED U ALL SO SO SO SO MUCH and i hope u enjoy this chrissy one shot that i started months ago and just finally finished it today. love u all <33333

“No Chris.” I chuckled, standing up from my couch and walking to my kitchen to put away our leftover dinner. “Please,” I heard him whine behind me, “My back is killing me Y/n.” I turned around, facing my best friend still sitting on the couch where I left him. I laughed at his fake expression of misery, and the hand pressed to his lower back was a nice touch. “Chris, you know I’ve made it a rule not to massage my friends in my free time.” I explained, putting my hands on my hips. He groaned dramatically. “But why? You have all your stuff in the next room!” He began standing up from the couch, being sure to make it seem like a painful struggle.

He was right. I was a licensed massage therapist, and had recently started my own practice from the comfort of my home. I had turned my den into a massage room, fully equipped with a massage table, calming music, and essential oils. But I had made it clear to all of my friends — especially Chris — that I wasn’t going to massage them after-hours. Of course, I would treat them free of charge, but they had to book during normal hours. I was brand new in this career, and I wanted to ensure professionalism right from the start.

“You already know why.” I replied, turning away from him and opening up the fridge to put away my leftovers. As I leaned down into the fridge, I gasped as I suddenly felt a hand press against my lower back. “Just right here.” Chris whispered behind me, circling his thumb along my lower back. “It’ll only take five minutes.” I shuddered at the sound of his voice and the feeling of his touch. Chris had a habit of turning on his sex appeal when he needed something from me, and even though him and I were only friends, it unfortunately worked.

I turned around and closed the fridge, coming face to face with my friend. His eyebrows were knit together in what I could only assume was faux pain, because there was a playful smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair before pointing at the closed french doors leading to my massage room. “Go in there, take off your shirt and lay on the bed. Call me in when you’re under the sheet.”

A smile consumed his entire face, and before I could change my mind he walked over to the room and shut the door behind him.

Chris’s POV:

As I shut the door of the massage room behind me, I stood for a moment to take in the room. She had never let me in the room before, in fact she made it known that she considered it separate from her home and so she didn’t like going into it when she wasn’t working. I always joked around with her because of that, asking her if it was really a secret torture room, but as I saw it for the first time, I couldn’t help but smile. It was professional, but still had personal touches that made it clear that it was hers.

The lights were dim, enough to see clearly but dark enough that everything had a blurry haze to it. It smelled like that shit she diffuses in her bedroom — I think she told me once that it was lavender or something. I noticed the various candles dotted around the room, and took it upon myself to light a few of them. As I lit the last candle on the small table beside the bed, I noticed an old phone connected to a small speaker. Finding that the phone didn’t have a password, I opened it and hit play on the playlist that showed up first, smiling at the title: music that makes strangers fall into my bed.

I chuckled to myself. Not so professional, sweetheart.

Typical spa music filled the small space, and I couldn’t lie, it did add to the meditative atmosphere of the room. Looking at the massage table in the middle of the room, I remembered what I was actually in there for and felt a wave of excitement hit me. I hadn’t been lying when I told her that my back had been hurting — not exactly, at least — but I had definitely been exaggerating. The truth was, I just really wanted to see what her hands could do. Not wanting to waste any more time, I took of my clothes and climbed onto the table, slipping my lower half under the thin white sheet.

“Y/n!” I shouted, “I’m all set!”

Y/n’s POV:

From my place at the kitchen counter, I heard Chris’s voice and my stomach did a flip. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous, I had given a few of my other friends massages before, but for some reason I had been dreading the idea of giving one to Chris. Maybe it was because him and I had such a playful relationship, and I was so used to being professional with my clients, I couldn’t quite envision how combining my two personalities would go. Still, I took a deep breath and headed for the room.

Once I opened the door, I noticed the candles were lit and soft music was already playing. Looking at Chris, laying face down on the table, I chuckled. “I see you made yourself comfortable.” I remarked. Heading towards him, I noticed the pile of his clothes on the floor, including his sweats and boxers. “Uh Chris,” I began, stopping at the top of his head, “I said you only had to take off your shirt, remember?” He lifted his head from the table, looking up at me briefly. “I know. It’s just that the pain goes pretty low down my back and I figured it would be easier to just take everything off.” There was a playful look in his eyes. “It’s what I’ve seen them do in the movies.” He added softly, making me chuckle.

“It does make it easier,” I replied, moving so that I was now standing on his right side. “It’s really just about what you’re comfortable with.” As I spoke, I began running my hands down his back, from his shoulders down to his tail bone, to check for any tightness. He remained silent underneath me as I applied pressure on certain areas. “So, you said right here is sore?” I asked, pressing down on the same spot that he had when demonstrating on me. I heard a muffled hiss and watched as he nodded his head. “And the pain kind of shoots down to here.” He added, awkwardly moving his arm behind him and trailing it from where my thumb was down to just below the white sheet.

I hummed in acknowledgment, pumping the bottle of massage oil beside me and rubbing it in my hands. “Okay, I’ll get started. Let me know if the pressure is too much.” I said the same thing that I said to all of my clients robotically, before working against his muscle. It was pretty tight, but definitely not as bad as he was making it seem before on the couch. Like I do with my other clients, I stayed silent to encourage him to relax against my pressure. A few groans of pain fell from his lips as I worked, but he encouraged me to keep going each time I asked if he was okay.

I noticed him shuffle a few times under the sheet. “Are you uncomfortable?” I asked him softly, wondering if maybe the massage table was too hard. “N-no, I’m fine.” Was his reply, and even though there was a slightly panicked edge to his voice, I took his word for it and continued working my hands lower down on his back. I felt my cheeks grow hot as my hands pulled the white sheet lower to gain access to his pain. I had never seen this much of Chris’s body before, and even though I was trying to be professional, I felt like the act was a little too intimate.

I rushed to finish up, and after about fifteen minutes I was satisfied that the knot in his back had improved. “Alright, I think I’m done. Want to flip onto your back for me?” I asked, pulling the sheet up slightly. “W-why?” Chris asked, his tone filled with alarm. “I usually finish every session with a neck massage. Sometimes the neck gets stiff from the way it lays when you’re on your stomach.” I replied. “Oh, uh, it’s okay.” He replied, refusing to move. I rolled my eyes. “What? Not even 30 minutes ago you were begging me for a massage, and now you’re turning it down?” I crossed my arms and moved over to his head, “Come on, turn over. It won’t take long.” I reassured him.

He sighed, and, holding onto the edge of the sheet, slowly turned over. I stifled a gasp, because between his legs, the thin white sheet had tented, and I could clearly see the outline of his erection. I was thrown off, unable to take my eyes away from it, but quickly recovered — clearing my throat and dropping my eyes to his face. His eyes were still closed and his cheeks were flushed; I could tell he was embarrassed. In a normal circumstance, I would think that I would have made a joke about it, and he would have just told me to shut up. But at that moment, there was something so real about his exposure and humiliation, and so I knew that I would just ignore it.

I began massaging his neck, trying to focus on my actions and regain my professionalism. But, I couldn’t stop looking at the white sheet; it being the only thing between his cock and my eyes. I could tell that it was huge, and I watched as it grew harder and harder as I continued working his neck. It went from standing straight up and wobbling in the air as Chris breathed, to being pressed right against his front. The sheet draped around it, perfectly outlining its girth, and I could see a small bead of dampness taint the sheet a translucent shade of white at its tip. My mouth watered and my mind wandered. I felt my own body begin to react to the sight in front of me, and the tension in the room began to grow so heavy that I began to gasp for air.

“I-is the pressure okay?” I asked, doing my very best to keep my voice strong as I worked his neck. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed nervously before nodding his head. “It’s good, Y/n.” His reply was so simple, but there was something about the gruff undertone, the almost indiscriminate breathlessness as he said my name, that caused my knees to weaken and my throat to turn into a desert. Suddenly, I could no longer hear the soft music playing throughout the room as my blood pumped deafeningly in my ears. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his bulge for more than a few seconds at a time — it seemed so hard that it had to be painful. My eyes continued to flutter between his flushed face and pulsing member until suddenly, when my eyes returned to his face, his bright blue eyes were wide open and staring right at me.

I felt a new wave of heat crawl up my face at the fact that I had just been caught red-handed staring at the one thing in this room that both of us had been actively ignoring. I opened my mouth to attempt to explain myself, but his words beat me to it. “I’m sorry.” He murmured sheepishly, his face turning the same shade of red that I imagined mine to be as he squeezed his eyes shut. Immediately, I began shaking my head rapidly. Partially as a reassurance to him and partially as an attempt at erasing the last two minutes of my life. “No! Don’t be sorry. It happens all the time.” I rushed out, doing my best to make light of the situation. “No it doesn’t.” He replied flatly, with a hint of disbelief in his voice. I forced a chuckle. “Okay fine, it doesn’t happen all the time. But its not not normal.” I tried again, brushing a soft curl out of his face.

Chris was silent for a moment, his eyes still squeezed shut in either embarrassment or concentration. I had stopped massaging his neck, but my hands were still on his damp skin; my thumbs drawing gentle circles against his rapid pulse. After a moment, an exasperated sigh fell from his lips. “It won’t go away.” He said, his voice laced with genuine disgust. “I’m sorry Y/n, this is creepy.” A forced laugh, then another sigh.

The room fell silent again as I tried to find the right words to fill the space. Words that would reassure him more genuinely than more “it’s okay’s”. Because, from the way my pulse had quickened, and from the way my core had grown so slick from arousal that I could feel it dripping steadily onto my panties, it really was okay. It was more than okay. So, instead of trying to find the words that could possibly portray just how okay it was, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.

I felt him tense at the first brush of my lips against his, clearly shocked by the sudden close proximity of our mouths; closer than they had ever been before. So, I pulled away for a moment, finding his piercing eyes to search them for whatever thought is running in his mind. They were wild, racing across my face trying to make sense of what just happened. But there was something else there, something erotic that was blurring the line between right and wrong. Between professionalism and spontaneity. Between friends that fuck around and friends that fuck. I could tell that we were both balancing on that same fine line, but when I brought my lips back down to his, and when he opened his mouth to welcome mine with the kind of hunger than can never be satiated, I knew that we both came to the same conclusion.

Our lips moulded together in rhythmic wonder as our tongues explored each other. Immediately, I felt his body relax as his hands reached up and wrapped themselves in my hair. A soft moan of satisfaction fell from his lips as I nibbled on his bottom lip, causing my body to react in a way that was foreign to me. I felt goosebumps raise up across my skin as if his hands were all over it. He pulled his lips from mine and used his grip on my hair to tilt my head to the side, giving his swollen lips access to my neck. He sucked and nibbled against my electric skin just below my ear, and I felt as though I could fall apart and dissolve into a puddle just from that. “L-let me make you feel better.” I managed to moan out through the waves of pleasure I was feeling. My eyes wouldn’t leave the rock hard bulge under the white sheet, just barely out of my reach. Chris groaned against my neck at my words, and I watched as his cock twitched under the sheet as if it heard my words itself and was begging me to help it.

After another moment of Chris devouring my neck, tasting every inch of it as if he couldn’t get enough, his grip on my hair loosened and he allowed me to straighten up. I looked down at his face, now even more flushed than before. His lips had gone bright pink and were so beautifully swollen from their journey against my skin. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and, after a short moment, his eyes fluttered open and landed on me. “You sure you want to do this?” He asked, his voice slightly tentative, and I knew what he meant.

A kiss between friends is one thing. It can be brushed off as a slight moment of weakness, can be something that the two friends can one day laugh about as they look back on their friendship. It can be never spoken of again, can be hidden from their other friends deep in the vault of the minds of the two people that shared it. But anything more than that, any other touching, or licking, or exploring of the other person is not as easily ignorable. In friendships there is deep love and strong understanding of the other person. Once that love and understanding collides with the act of literally merging together, of being as physically close to another that you can be in this lifetime, it’s not so easy to ignore. My mind may not be able to shut out the events that transpire with Chris tonight ever again. We may never be able to chalk it all up to a moment of weakness, or keep it a secret from our mutual friends. We may never have the same friendship we had before I agreed to this massage. But there is no way to know that for sure. What I did know for sure in that moment, with Chris staring up at me with eyes filled with intoxicating desire, with my own body vibrating with lust, was that I wanted this.

So without a word, I walked down his body towards his beckoning cock. I took a moment to just gaze at it, closer to it now than I had been all night. I rested a hand on his thigh hidden beneath the sheet, and watched as his cock once again twitched. I chewed on my bottom lip in an attempt to keep myself from moaning just from the sight, and after a moment let my eyes flutter back up to his face. “I’m sure Chris.” I replied softly, searching his expression. “Are you?” I asked, realizing that he was likely considering the same potential outcome that I had been. He kept my gaze for a brief moment, his eyes focusing on different parts of my face. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He replied finally, a cheeky smile growing on his face. I felt my own expression mirror his own, and without wasting another second I began peeling the thin sheet down his waist.

My smile fell the moment his bare cock was finally exposed, and was replaced by what I knew was the expression of desperate hunger. His length was impressively long, and I felt my mouth water at the thought of running my tongue along its veins up to its swollen head. Reaching to my left, I pumped some massage oil into my hand. I brought my cupped hand above his upright cock and let the oil drip between my fingers and coat him. He released a sharp hiss at the feeling of the oil as it trailed down his length towards his base, and I watched as his hips thrust forward desperately from the barely-there contact. A bead of pre-cum suddenly dripped from his slit, and I used my thumb to collect it before finally pumping my hand up and down his shaft. Immediately, a deep moan fell from Chris’s lips as I worked his oiled cock in my hand. I focused on his body language as I adjusted my movements to figure out exactly what he needed to feel good.

When I went slow, I watched his breath grow steady, telling me that I should pick up the pace. When I used a softer touch as I moved along his cock his hands would stay relaxed at his side, but I knew he liked it when I used a bit more pressure along his tip as his hands would tighten into fists against the sheet. But when I used both hands, twisting in opposite directions with the occasional brush against his balls with my pinky, I discovered that was what he liked most of all. A deep grunt followed by a moan fell from his lips, and his right hand flew to my upper thigh; where he gripped so hard I was sure that he would leave a bruise. “Fuck, Y/n.” He breathed out as I continued with these movements.

His hand traveled further and further up my leg until his fingers slipped under my loose-fitting shorts. I continued to stroke him with both hands, even when I felt the tip of his fingers just milimetres from my trembling core. They brushed against the ever-so-soft place between my pelvis and my pussy, and I bit back a moan. Subconsciously, I adjusted myself so that my legs were wider apart; giving him access to touch even more of me. My hands continued to work his cock as his fingers inched closer and closer, before finally, I felt the very tip of just one of his fingers reach my core and dip into its warmth. My knees buckled at the barely-there contact just as he released a muffled moan. “Jesus fuck, Y/n,” My eyes flew to his face and the translucent arousal that I found all across it was almost enough to push me over the edge. “Put that on my face right fucking now.”

His demand was so jarring, his voice so gritty and raw, that I didn’t hesitate before peeling my shorts down my legs, lifting myself onto the massage chair, and straddling his face. Immediately, his hands gripped onto my thighs and pulled them apart; giving his eyes untethered access to my glistening core. “You’re fucking soaked.” His words came out in an almost-whisper, as if he hadn’t actively planned on speaking them aloud. Still, they shot straight to my lust and I leaned forward, resting my head against his chest to allow him to see even more of me.

I gasped as I felt his thumb against my slit, collecting my arousal. I heard a wet sound and then another deep moan. “So good.” He whispered before suddenly his warm mouth was suctioned to my clit. Immediately, I dissolved into a puddle of desire as his tongue swirled and licked against my sensitive bundle of nerves. Moans fell from my lips as my brain turned to mush from the relief of finally having his mouth on me. I began moving my hips against his face, chasing a high that I so desperately needed. Satisfied moans slipped from his mouth into me, and I felt a sharp slap against my ass cheek that added to my intense need.

I had turned into nothing more than a dead weight on top of him, his lethal tongue paralyzing me. But as I opened my mouth to release a guttural moan, I felt my lip brush against the tip of his cock. Without a second thought, I slipped his cock into my mouth and began pumping up and down. Another moan fell from Chris, vibrating against my clit and causing me to moan around his girth. “Fuck.” Chris muttered against me, and I responded by deep throating his cock until my nose pressed against his bare thigh. “Mmmm, Y/n.” Chris breathed, removing his mouth from my clit. I stopped my movements as well, waiting on shaky legs for him to continue.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.” He began, gently running his knuckles against my ass cheek. “And I don’t want to do that yet.” He slipped two fingers into my core effortlessly, causing me to immediately begin rocking against them. “Mmm. Thatta girl.” He breathed, presumably watching for a moment as I rode his fingers just inches above his face. “What I want you to do is focus on making a mess all over my face, then after that I want to cum with these tight walls wrapped around me.” His words caused my eyes to roll to the back of my head, and a sharp moan fell from my lips. “Sound good?” He asked, his voice muffled as he reattached his mouth to my throbbing clit. I nodded my head maniacally as he resumed his impressive movements against my nerves. He kept his fingers inside of me, and as I slid my soaked cunt against his face, I cried out at the added sensation of his fingers filling me.

“Fuck C-Chris.” I moaned, my words nearly incomprehensible as I grew closer and closer to my climax. He could tell that I was quickly approaching, and tightened his grip on my ass cheek with his free hand; pressing my cunt so hard against his face I was afraid that he would suffocate. “G-gonna cum!” I warned him just before the tumultuous waves of my orgasm took over. My body began shaking as I came hard against his face. I had never before felt so out of control of my own body, and relished in the feeling as my back arched and a plethora of moans fell from my mouth. I felt a gush as I squirted against Chris’s mouth, and trembled at the guttural moan he released as he began lapping me up.

Once my mind reattached to my body and my orgasm had finishing ripping through me, I rested my head against his stomach as he ran his hands along my tense back and dropped gentle kisses against my sensitive core. He let me lie there on top of him for a few moments, catching my breath and slowing my heart rate, before gently lifting my limp body off of him and sliding off of the massage table. I sat up on the edge of the table, facing his standing figure before me, and my gaze landed on his excruciatingly hard cock. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head up before pressing his wet lips harshly against mine. He tasted like me, and immediately a new wave of arousal filled my core.

As his tongue flicked into my mouth, I reached between our bodies and began stroking his cock. He thrusted into my hand instinctively, and a moan fell from his lips as his hand shot to my core where he drew torturously slow circles against my over-stimulated clit. Caught up in how good we were making the other feel, our kissing slowed and our mouths eventually turned into matching O’s; eyes shut in pure bliss. I dropped my forehead against his bare chest, and watched as our hands worked on the other’s body, slowly working up the nerve to do the one thing we hadn’t yet done with each other.

“You still want to do this?” Chris asked, his voice strained. I jolted slightly at his words, shocked at the fact that he seemed to be reading my mind. A sharp wave of pleasure hit me from his fingers and I moaned softly before looking back up at him. “Mhmm.” I breathed, meaning it. “Do you?” I asked in return as I felt his cock jump in my hand. “So much.” He replied before lowering his head and planting another deep, wet kiss against my mouth. After a moment, he grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. He took a moment to admire my bare chest before kissing each of my painfully pebbled nipples. “God, you’re unreal Y/n.” He moaned, running firm hands against my completely naked frame. I arched my back against his touch and shut my eyes blissfully.

He leaned forward and ran his tongue along my collar bone. “You ready?” He asked. I felt his hand replace mine on his shaft, and bit my lip as I felt him line the head up with my soaked core. He used his free hand to hold firmly onto my lower back, and I wrapped my legs around his waist; using the grip to press him against me. “I’m ready.” I replied breathlessly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. Without wasting a second, Chris kept his glazed eyes on mine as he slowly pressed his hips into me. My jaw dropped as his girth stretched my walls out further than I thought possible, and the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain that can not truly be described with words turned my brain into mush.

Chris hissed as he bottomed out in me, his cock taking up every inch of my cunt. He remained still as he rested his forehead against mine, his breath erratic and hitched. “Fuck.” He finally groaned out, his body more tense than I’d ever seen it. “You okay?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck. He nodded. “I’m gonna cum in, like, record speed here Y/n.” He replied, taking deep breaths and keeping his forehead pressed to mine. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s okay Chris,” I replied, running my hands through his hair. “Just give me what you’ve got.”

My last seductive whisper seemed to give him the motivation to power through, because immediately he snapped his hips into me. I released a sharp moan from the depth of his movements, and that was enough to bring him fully back into it. Using the grip he had on my lower back, he plowed into me relentlessly. My eyes were rolled into the back of my head as I felt my walls stretch with each thrust; allowing him to hit my g-spot each time. “Jesus!” I cried out, gripping onto his shoulders in a weak attempt at holding onto my sanity.

“You’re so f-fucking tight.” Chris groaned into my shoulder as he continued to drive his ruthless cock into me. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other, adding to the indescribable arousal I was filled with. Chris’s hands began travelling all across my body, taking his time on my tits as his thumbs drew circles around my hardened nipples. He gave my tits a harsh squeeze before travelling down my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin as he reached my clit and began rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusts. “God, keep going baby.” I moaned, wrapping my legs even tighter around Chris’s waist, “F-feels s-so good!” I cried just as Chris lifted me up off the table and slammed me into the wall. I released a sharp gasp from the shock, but as he continued pounding into me, my pleasure was intensified.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Chris growled as he nibbled against the skin on my neck. “You always this fucking wet?” His dirty words make my head spin. “N-no. I’m n-not.” I reply honestly, feeling my juices spread all over his front. A wicked smile covers his face. “Just for me then, huh?” His tone was arrogant, but there was an undertone of overwhelming arousal in it that told me he needed it to be true. I nodded my head rapidly. “Y-yes Chris! O-only this wet f-for y-you.” I managed to reply just before my second orgasm swept in and overtook me.

Just as I began riding my high — my nails digging into his skin and my mouth sputtering out profanities — Chris stilled inside of me and released a ragged “Oh fuck!”. I felt his cock pulse inside of me, painting my walls with his warm seed as my orgasm milked him dry. He released soft grunts against my neck as he rode through his own high, and I relished in the feeling of his cum as it dripped from my cunt.

After a while, both of our bodies relaxed and we rested against one another as we caught our breath. I waited for the overwhelming feeling of regret to wash over me, as one would expect it to after fucking your best friend, but it never came. In fact, I was so relaxed in that post-sex liminal space, pressed against the wall with Chris’s softening cock resting in my core, that I almost couldn’t believe that we had never done that before.

I was pulled from that thought by Chris placing a deeply passionate kiss to my lips. There was no lust, no untethered desire attached to it; it was almost as though this kiss was the end of one chapter of our lives and the beginning of a new, more exciting one. Our lips moved in slow motion, as if we had kissed like this a thousand times. With his lips still on mine, Chris slowly helped me down so my feet were on the ground. After another moment of our mouths merged as one, I pulled away and was immediately wrapped in a hug. Chris’s warm body felt so familiar, even more familiar than before, and I closed my eyes and took in the moment, as I knew it was the start of something new.

“Well, I think we have some things we should figure out,” Chris said, and I felt a soft chuckle against my head tucked into his chest. “Because I don’t know about you, but there is no way I can go the rest of my life without doing that again.” It was my turn to laugh, and I pulled myself out of his arms and looked up at his face. “I think I am officially under your spell.” I replied, feigning a smile. “Let’s go sit down and figure this all out.” I grabbed my discarded shirt and threw it over my head before walking towards my living room. “Oh by the way Y/n,” Chris grabbed me by my waist from behind as we walked through the door, “My back feels great now, in case you were curious.” I rolled my eyes with a smile and continued walking. “You have magical hands.” He whispered, and all I could do was laugh and give him a half-hearted shove.

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