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[lingeriae]

WARNINGS- A BIT OF NSWF UNDER THE CUT, mentions of alcohol.

inspired by this ask.

“let’s play truth or dare.” the rumble of gojo’s chest as he giggled at your declaration was soothing and caused a wobbly grin to spread across your face,

your lashes fluttering as you tried your best to keep your eyes opened. the wine bottle, gifted to you by Nanami, was now empty as it sat between you and your new husband.

“truth or dare?” he asked, resting his head on your head and rubbing your hips through the material of your wedding dress that you couldn’t be bothered to take off. from behind you, saturo admired you.

his wife, and the soon to be woman who would carry his babies. the light hanging from the ceiling of your new living room gave you a an almost angelic look, with the wedding dress that fluttered around you and the glitter that sparkled against your beautifully melanated skin saturo almost thought you weren't real. you were just that beautiful it made him think he was dreaming sometimes.

you felt the subtle press of saturo's lips at the crown of your head, smiling at the feeling and leaning against his chest, sighing at how good he smelled and felt. how good he felt as your husband.

"yeah, jus without the truths." the words were slightly slurred and if saturo wasn't as wine drunk as you he would have teased you about it, instead he giggled and pulled you closer to him, placing a kiss on your cheek. "kay, let's play."

while smiling you turned out of his hold so you could face him, rolling your eyes playfully at the groan that he let out. "okay, you first. I dare you to take your shirt off."

saturo blinked slowly for a moment, processing your word before a smile that could only be described as sinful fell on his lips.

"wanna get in my pants so bad." he sighs playfully while he shakes his head and reaches for the buttons on his dress shirt, the jacket suit he had on earlier being discarded on the seat of the couch. beautiful blue eyes never stray away from you as he slowly slipped the buttons through each hole, they studied your every expression.

the way your eyes drifted to his fingers--your teeth sinking into the flesh of your plump bottom lip, saturo suddenly wants to play something else. he shrugs the material off of his body, laughing lowly at the way your eyes drag down his entire body.

"cmere." he couldn't resist, not with the way you were staring at him, not with how good he looked.

your eyes meet his, lips rubbing together as you contemplate on whether you should, eyes gently shining.

the white haired man infront of you knows this look all too well and gives you a stern look, daring you to disobey him.

"but the game—"

"don't care, baby. said come here." you immediately move, saturo's legs spreading as you crawled in between them. when your close enough he pulls you into his lap, paying no mind to your sweet gasp.

you don't know where to look. he was just too captivating to not to want to admire him all at once. his beautiful porcelain skin that glowed gently, his bright blue eyes that had you breathless from just one glance, his chest that was gradually turning red as he looked you up and down, or his abs. the same abs that he had you riding on just this morning, it was all too conflicting to choose which one to settle on.

without looking away from him, you dragged your finger down his chest stopping right above his belt. his eyes darken at your actions but he doesn't move to stop you, giving you saccharine smile as he thought about all the way he wanted—he was going to fuck you.

"gonna keep staring or are you gonna make love to your wife, saturo?"

he doesn't hesitate to capture your lips with his, sighing into your mouth like he had just gotten a taste of heaven. it's messy, because of you both being drunk off of the wine, but it just makes the heat between your thighs grow, the intense wanting for saturo to increase. saturo sucks on your tongue harshly, shoving his own into your mouth and intertwining his wet muscle with yours, smiling at the sound of you whining and you pulling him closer. your dress now envelopes saturo's frame and spreads around you both like a blanket, he lets out a grunt as you rock your hips against him, only feeling it slightly because of the thick material of your dress. he thinks it’s beautiful on you, he made that clear when he fucked you in the dressing room with it on earlier cause he just ‘had to’. but it had to go, like today.

you squeal as he suddenly lits you up, his long fingers skillfully pulling down the zipper before setting you down so you could step out of it.

as you stood there, flustered as saturo lips parted at the sight of you. a white lacy strapless bra holds your titties up, your pebbled nipples showing through the material as it hugs your tits gently—it's paired with straps at the side that are connected to your underwear your puffy pussy being pressed against the material so cutely, making it look fit and snug. the white haired male almost loses his composure as he stared at you with his pretty lips parted and his eyes wide, he swore he almost fell to his knees and started praying and thanking the man upstairs to have blessed him with such a breathtaking woman.

"saturo, it's bout time you made love to your wife." you whisper sweetly, taking his hands and leading him to your new shared bedroom.

saturo thinks he's high, extremely high from you. and he doesn't think he wants to come down.

[lingeriae]

Hear me out, married to Gojo, drunk on wine, end unreasonably topless

omg yessss, posting a drabble on this nowwwww

[lingeriae]

𝐊𝐈𝐊𝐔𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔

gojo satoru loves biting your cheeks. it always starts with his cold fingers softly pinching the soft flesh— sighing deeply when it bounces back. and that leads you to where you’re at now.

his sharp canine teeth sinking in not too deep, tugging and biting before letting go. no matter the amount of time he’s done this, it still manages to make you yelp out of surprise and slight pain.

but satoru finds comfort in this quite act of affection. the soft feeling of your cheeks between his teeth and being so close to you in the process— it all reminds him of his favorite comfort food, kikufuku.

©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀. please refrain from stealing my works !

[lingeriae]

Melk aka Papersirens: Chief head of Tee's cult of antiblackness and predatory behaviour

Tw: Mentions of pedophilia, antiblackness, bullying and racism

Some days ago I made a post on Tee, explaining what she did and why she should never return until she apologized to my mutual, Naj.

That post didn't go beyond my sphere. Many people that follow me either don't care about antiblackness or fear Tee so they didn't reblog it. Only a handful of people came to my dms thanking me for speaking up for them against Ezra's antiblackness. I was reblogging that post all day but in the end, it did not really go far.

The very next day, I got a dm that sent me this picture.

I tried messaging Melk instantly, only to discover I was blocked, so I used my alt account to message her and she said something very strange

Normally, if someone said "Apologize to my friends" and you have nothing to do with it, you would reply "For what" or "Why?" But her response was very strange. What do you mean by 'haha no.'

So I went on my other alt account and observed the comments and likes on the post

Unfortunately for Melk and her group, they are not that smart. Because that very same day, I got hate anons about Tee, saying Tee had made me famous. And then another anon and then another, slew upon slew of hate anons calling me vile things and saying horrible things to me.

But you know why I didn't want to turn off my anons, I wanted to observe something. You see, a while back, after that one anon harrassed me, I installed a statcounter. I use it to measure traffic on my blog in situations like these and I realized that majority of those anons came from an unreferred link.

Meaning, they continously searched my blog's url and drop a hate anon. In fact, about majority of the visits recently is from people searching my url repeatedly. Some stay for short bursts and return to repeat it again, all from the same area and the same people. All from the same area. Even though the home address isn't always correct, I didn't need your exact location, I just needed the traffic and the similarity in I and Naj's hate anons to link you all to the crime.

Also, Melk had shared my post outside tumblr or on her dms, both to people on here. I didn't tag anyone on that post, so I wouldn't know how they found out if they ignored it.

Another thing is, there is a rat on my blog as well. papersirens wouldn't have known about that post without one of my mutuals sending it to her. I have observed that two of my mutuals are currently following Melk right now, but for the sake of love, I will not expose you yet. Come to my dms and tell me the truth and I will forgive you.

Which means that Melk and her group are responsible for the hate anons. Use vpn or what you want to use, btw. It won't protect you from Osinct.

Melk is also a Predator

Now, while I was doing all the search, I decided to check Melk's twitter. I saw something fishy on her account, and I was wondering; "If Tee is a victim, why is she trying so hard to protect Ezra?"

Then I saw this

So putting two and two together, I went on Melks twitter account and searched and this is what I found. Watch

Lo and behold, so this is why Melk and others viciously attacked me. She also thinks that it's okay for underaged people and grown people to engage in coitus. A lot of things began to make sense now on why I and Naj were attacked.

I decided, let me not post this video yet. I did give Melk and Tee 24 hours to apologize, but let me extend it and see if this evidence would at least get her talking. So I messaged her and I was blocked instantly

Immediately after that, poof, the post disappeared into thin air. If you weren't guilty why did you delete the post Melk?

And then again, she thought it was smart to continue to harrass me. Since she blocked me and I didn't block her, it is easy for her to search up my name and unblock me, send the message and block me again. She and her mutuals have tormented me with slurs and insults, that if I wasn't strong I would have deactivated.

This is the exact same racial violence that Tee inflicted on wakashawty. Anytime someone does better or speaks up against them, Tee and Melk team up with each other. If you've read Naj's post which is under this, you would know that these two interact with each other constantly. Which means Tee also is involved with this. In fact, Tee also is part of the people that sent mails to me.

In conclusion

I have a word of advice for you Melk. I have your discord user. I have your picture, your thin brows and short bob you're pissed you cut off. I know where exactly in Japan you live. I have decided not to dox anyone or use their IPs outside tracking traffic and observing them because I want to show your friend it is that easy not to be a piece of shit. All the mental agony you and Tee have out me through should be enough to just leak your photos and location. It is that easy. You would have completely deserved it because if you people could it to me, you would. You do not deserve any mercy, at all and yet I am merciful. I gave you so many chance to redeem yourself and publicly apologize and you threw my good heart in my face.

You bullied me for 2 days straight. Sent me racial slurs in droves and tried to gaslight me into thinking it was my fault for speaking up. You deserve everything you got.

Everyone on that @papersirens post is guilty and involved. Block them. Everyone that follows paper sirens is an accomplice that links them to the crime as well. I also have each and every of your IP addresses in my docs. You have seen how I exposed that anon yesterday, I don't pull my punches. Message me an apology and I will delete it.

You don't want to see the full extent of my anger. I've dealt the owner of my university a huge blow that he couldn't expel me without having a protest. You are nothing in comparison.

[lingeriae]

i’m not gone guys, a girl just been struggling 🛌.

[lingeriae]

🧘🏾‍♀️

"man, fuck you."

the silence that comes after your words is almost deadly, and it causes your heart to sink.

the sleek black fridge hums in the silence, your eyes are drawn to it as you hear his heavy foot steps move towards you, it's so calm it causes your nerves to rise. you can feel the warmth radiating off his body as he stops infront of you, his muscular body only inches away from being pressed against yours.

your anxious, and a bit excited for what you know is about to come, keeping on a poker face and looking straight, refusing to look up at him.

eren pokes his inner cheek with his tongue as he looks down at you, an eyebrow raised and a dangerous look on his face. a look you were far too familiar with, a look that only meant one thing.

he chuckles, the sound is deep and attractive, fitting for a prettyboy like himself. "s'that right?"

a shudder racked throughout your body at the threat posed as a question, he was testing you, giving you a chance to redeem yourself before he fucked you up. on any other day, you would jump to fix up your words and tone, knowing what would happen if you didn't, but you didn't feel like doing that shit today. not after he ignored you almost the whole day.

maybe you were being dramatic - no fuck that. this is his fault.

you got all dressed up for him, wearing a cute lil lingeriae (wink wonk) that annoyingly went up your ass just for him, only for you to be ignored and neglected like you weren't walking around with the most bomb pussy.

it happened a few hours ago but even now you're still fucking pissed, eren was off work today and your package came early so you decided to suprise him. he was playing his games when you decided to walk in. hips swinging, titties sitting and your sunkissed skin glowing with the shea butter and baby oil you rubbed it with earlier. he cursed loudly as he shot at whatever the fuck he was shooting at on screen, and cussed out connie for being slow, his gaze not moving from the screen even once to acknowledge your presence. it annoyed you a little, but you didn't let that bother you smiling slyly as you walked up to him.

"ren," you called sweetly, swayin on your feet lightly and bitting your bottom lip as you waited for his jade green eyes to meet yours only for your plump lips to downturn when he quickly mumbled out a 'yeah, baby?' without sparring you a single glance. you were starting to get pissed off, was it so fucking hard for him to give you attention?

with a huff you leaned over, taking his jaw into your hand to turn his head towards you, ignoring the complaints he let out. a smile tugged at your lips at the way he paused, looking you up and down and licking his pink lips which parted for a second before you heard talking from his headset, you felt your smile slip as he looked back to the screen.

"eren-"

he cuts you off with a kiss, his eyes still not leaving the screen, your frown going unnoticed. "gimme a second babe, m'almost done." your nose scrunched up as you stared at the brunette infront of you, in disbelief of him choosing a fucking game over you. rolling your eyes you walked out of the room, making sure to slam the door shut behind you.

which leads you to being moody all day.

the pretty princess that he was used to no longer being present as you stomped your pretty feet every where you went, face screwed up, side-eyeing the brown haired male every chance you get and mumbling slick shit under your breath.

eren was oblivious to why you were acting this way, and he was slowly getting sick of it. his last straw being when he asked you to pass him a cup only for you to just look at him bad out of the corner of your eyes and fix your pretty lips to ask him

"your hands broke?"

the smell of your vanilla and marshmellow body mist floods his senses as he inhales, his eyes dropping down to your neck to see the glitter that sparkles there. your fucking delicious, is what he thinks as he watches you avoid him with low lidded eyes, a hand comes up to turn your face towards him so that you make eye-contact with him.

you try not to shiver, pursing your lips as you look at him. "who you giving all that attitude to?"

you try to hold in the whimper that threatens to fall from your lips from the tone of his voice, how you could feel it vibrating through you and how your panties soaked with arousal with just that alone.

it isn't fair, the hold he has on you, the reactions he can pull from you by doing the least. his grip tightens on your jaw when you attempt to pull your face away from him, gaze blazing with heat and a thick eyebrow raising as he waited for you to respond.

rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms across your chest, tongue running acorss your top row of teeth. "aint got time for this."

green eyes squinted at you before eren's entire face went blank, he tilted his head at you and you watched as his brown hair swayed with the movement, your body tensing as your face remained blank. "you sure?" those two words have never seemed dangerous until now, paired with the look on his face, it would have anyone shaking in there boots, it shouldn't have excited you but it did.

inhaling deeply, eren listened to the humming of the fridge, trying his best to calm down and not do anything irrational as he knew how your cry-baby ass was. he looked down at you again, watching as you twisted your lips and looked away from him, trying to keep a poker face, his lips quirked up at the side a little, barely noticeable, knowing that you wont be acting this way in a couple of minutes.

"gonna tell me why you're acting like this?"

biting your tongue, you shook your head. "nothing bro, it's fine." you attempt to move past him, his hand lashes out and holds your hips, brinig you back to where you were before which causes you to sigh annoyingly.

"nah, what's up?" eren waited for your reply patiently, watching as you just stared at him with your lips jutted out. he waits, and his patients runs thin.

he lets out a breath through his nose. "cool."

and that's all it takes for you to be in this position, back arched perfectly with your supple breats pressed against the counter top as eren fucks you from behind, chorus' of moans leaving your lips.

"e-eren wait!"

"wait on what? don't play with me, take it and don't run." you felt a pleasurable sting on your ass, gifted to you by the man who was rearranging your guts with vigor.

not once did he stop or pause, lifting your foot so he could plunge into your deeper.

he grabs a fist of your hair, bringing his lips to your ear allowing you to hear the raspiness and deepiness of his tone as he fucked you.

"this what you wanted right...nasty fucking attitude cause you wanted some dick."

feeling the pleasure build in your tummy, begging for a release you grip unto the counter as eren's paced sped up. a series of broken sentences and sweet moans leaving your plump liips as he bullied your pussy with his cock.

"if dick's what you want, ima fucking spoil you with it."

[lingeriae]

hey…how y’all doing? 💀

[lingeriae]

now who tf flagged my post.

[lingeriae]

for the lovely @honeybleed ‘s milestone collab event ! wrote this little drabble based on this song:

content: drugs, alcohol, strip club setting, no actual smut but def not pg

thinking about being his fav dancer at the club <3

toji always comes to the club alone. tall, broad, always clad in a suit. thick hands hands that remain perpetually stuck under the bikini tops of the girls keeping him company.

the older man likes to nurse a bottle on his days off, long fingers dwarfing the neck of a sweet liquor you can't pronounce. he smells like it the first time he walks by you on his way to the private dances he can't help but pay for every night. you wonder what his lips taste like.

his composure is iron solid. unbreakable. the man didn't bend for any drug, drink, or woman. not that you were stalking him (you were). you watch him down bottles that would put any normal man in the ER, taking casual swigs in between feeling up the gaggle of dancers fighting for his money. he doesn't seem dunk, not even once. brushing it off like he does every night.

you strategize, subtle yet deliberate. memorizing his schedule to a T, dolling yourself up a little extra on the nights he comes in. word from the other girls was that it was easy to get his attention-- the real challenge was keeping it.

you catch him looking at you across the dimly lit club one night, eyeing you up on stage while another girl feels him up over his dress slacks. his hands falter over her waist as you turn your back to him. a sign that maybe, just maybe, you've piqued his interest.

toji doesn't look away for a second, taking you in with practiced skill. you know he's locked in when he shoos the other dancer off, raising his glass to you in a way that herds you over like a lamb.

you feel warm all over when you straddle him, giggling at how strong his legs are. heat radiates off his body in waves. the man's lower half is spread wide and corded with muscle, holding your lower half up as you rub and grind all over him.

toji hisses at the bold display, tucking a wad of 100s into the seam of your bikini. a generous client, rare but appreciated. he leans in, husky voice cutting through the booming music.

“you new here?” he mumbles, slipping a single between your cleavage. you feel the pad of his thumb slip under the thin ties of your bottoms, rubbing back and forth in the junction between your heat and your thigh.

“no, you know that,” you tease, pivoting to straddle him cowgirl style.

"smart girl," he praises. "knows when she's got my attention."

the air hangs heavy with an unspoken promise as the near stranger continues to spoil you. slowly, you turn, dropping to your knees in front of him to sit at eye level with the part of him you've been curious about this whole time.

"might have a new favorite girl after tonight, huh?" he leers.

[lingeriae]

I need a continuation of your sorry oneshot

I need a will to live

[lingeriae]

watch me pretend to be normal about him

[lingeriae]

im sorry but this is too real

is there any good gordon ramsay smut ?

[lingeriae]

— ★ LIPS LIKE SUGAR // SANJI

content: female reader, she/her pronouns, black-coded reader, set in live action, not much plot apart from sanji bein a whore lmao, fluff, suggestive no smut, bittersweet ending mdni

author’s note: w all my posts about taz this was long overdue 😁

word count: 2.3k

"Hurry up!" You called out as Sanji fumbled around, trying to discard his cigarette properly.

"Hold your horses!" He grumbled.

You and Sanji spent the afternoon strolling through the lively village as the warm sun pleasantly beat down on your skin.

You finally arrived at the park you had told him about earlier, you were grateful that there was barely anybody there since you wanted peace and quiet.

As much as you loved the Baratie staff, you usually found yourself craving unfrequented areas and this seemed to fit. Especially with how raucous the service was.

"What's on your mind?" Sanji questioned with a dazed smile as he rested on the blanket, hands behind his head.

"Just appreciate being on land every once in a while." You answered.

"You'll get used to it sooner or later. I used to get seasick a lot."

"Really?"

"Nah, I just wanted to make you feel better." He said with a cheeky smile and you nudged him hard.

You sat cross-legged as you broke off a bit of a pastry to try to feed Sanji, however, he was insistent on not moving from the comfortable position he was in which caused it to crumble on his neck making him jump up and start dusting it off rapidly.

You doubled over in laughter at the scene.

"Why'd you bring the best wine, huh?" He enquired as he squinted his eyes. "Zeff is gonna kill me."

"Cos I'd been eyeing it up for a while." You snickered. "And why you?"

"Come on sweetheart, you know he'd chop off his other leg before he would touch a hair on your head." He snorted. "I'd take the blame regardless."

"How chivalrous." You said wryly. "Are all the crumbs gone?"

"No thanks to you." He snorted, opening the collar buttons of his shirt to tackle any of the crumbs that fell under his clothes.

"Sanji...!" You hissed when you saw slivers of his skin.

"What?"

"That was so unnecessary!" You barked.

"I might get you back later and see how you fare with crumbs scraping against your skin." He snapped.

"No, no, no. You get on my nerves. Any excuse to show your abs."

"You're complaining but I don't miss the way your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets when I take off my shirt."

"That is not TRUE! Shut up!" You snapped as you swatted his arm.

"Okay, okay. Relax, don't get all worked up. I'm sorry, darling.." He said, voice becoming gentle. "Don't get angry at me."

Your eyes met his, and you felt your heart begin to race the more he looked at you.

"...Sanji." You whispered.

"You want me to kiss you, don't you? It's all over your face." He said, a little cockily.

"Thank you for ruining the moment." You deadpanned, turning away.

"I was teasing! Y/N don't be a spoilsport!" Sanji whined, and you tilted your head lower to brush your lips against his.

It was supposed to be a chaste and gentle kiss. Something that said "Thank you for accompanying me".

But of course, Sanji had to make it something more heated. When he held your chin firmly, not letting you pull away completely, nibbling on your lower lip.

It threw you off and you froze, tensing up immediately.

He sensed your fear and immediately pulled away.

"Are you alright...? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-" His voice filled with panic.

"No! No, it didn't make me uncomfortable, Sanji! I'm fine, I promise..!" You said, sheepishly. "I'm just...new to this. I mean it."

"Oh. Well, if you freeze up like that it makes think I scared you." He said, with a sigh of relief.

"Look, let's try again. That just caught me off guard. And sit up." You said.

"Aye, aye captain." He said as he sat up, rising to a fuller height. "And try to relax, mhm?"

He gazed at your lips for a few seconds, before he leaned in once again to kiss you. You closed your eyes as you lost yourself in the feeling of his lips on yours, his hands sliding down your waist.

Moving his head to guide you in a smooth rhythm. When your lips parted for air, you felt his tongue slide against your own.

You remember what he told you about relaxing, despite the urge to jump and squeal when you felt heat pool deep in your gut, causing your hand to clutch onto his forearms.

But it was like he read your mind because he pulled away with a smile.

"Wasn't so bad, huh?" He chuckled, stroking your cheek with his index finger.

"It was alright." You teased.

"Guess I got to step up my game.." He grinned, as he leaned back.

You were tasked with collecting from a renowned purveyor of gourmet meats. The meat itself wasn't going to be in a large batch but Sanji insisted on tagging along as "brawn".

"Can I take a peek inside?" You questioned as your eyes settled on the small crate you picked up.

"Wouldn't kill you." Sanji replied as he watched your fingers toy with the metal latches.

"No, smart-ass. I mean is it gonna expire the second I open it? I never know shit with you fancy pants chefs." You retorted.

He arched a brow at your logic, then sat up.

"You didn't tell me what meat the old man told you to get."

"Um..."

You fished around in your pocket and handed him the small paper Zeff gave you. Despite working at Baratie, you had little to no culinary knowledge.

"Well, if I think about it no meat should be opened." He chuckled. "If you're so curious, come evening dinner service."

"No thanks. Going into that kitchen during dinner service is like being thrown into the lion's den." You replied.

"Oh come on. I think you're exaggerating slightly." He said with an uneasy laugh. "We're not that bad, are we?"

"That goes straight in the bin! Are you thick? How many times-"

That voice undeniably belonged to Zeff.

"And how many flipping times are you gonna chuck away perfectly good food? You're doing my HEAD IN..!"

And that voice undeniably belonged to Sanji.

"Is there a problem?" The lady at the table asked, her eyebrows furrowed in concern as Sanji and Zeff's bickering echoed despite the dining room being lively itself.

"Well..." You began with a pained smile. "You could say our chefs at Baratie are pretty passionate about their craft. Apologies for the disturbance, ma'am."

And what did you tell Sanji earlier?

Zeff was an intimidating figure, even if he treated you like a daughter the last thing you'd do was yell at him. But there were ways to reign in Sanji.

You didn't get involved in their daily spats however it wore your nerve thin whenever they argued so loud the snobby customers made comments.

Making your way to the back, Zeff had most likely stormed off like he always did when he argued with Sanji.

Sanji's lips curved into a smile and eyes glimmered when you approached him.

"Hello gorgeous..!" He grinned as you headed towards him.

"Told you not to call me that during shifts." You muttered under your breath.

"I can't help myself.." Sanji grinned as he snaked his arms around your waist and buried his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling his face and making you squirm away. "I know deep down you love it."

You rolled your eyes as you sank your teeth into your lower lip, repressing a smile. He was right, you did like it.

"Oi, I said keep that lovey-dovey shite out of my kitchen!" Zeff's voice boomed causing you to scuttle away from Sanji.

"Sorry...!" You squeaked and rushed back out to the dining room.

"Now why'd you go and do that for, you old shitbag?!" Sanji barked, chucking his apron onto the floor.

"And where do you think you're going?!"

"Break." Sanji snapped.

"I wish you guys didn't argue so much." You murmured as the two of you stood on the deck of the restaurant, watching the lively celebration.

"Me and the old man arguing is nature at this point, my love." Sanji scoffed. "It's not too serious, don't worry so much."

"It's annoying having to apologise on behalf of you two." You snapped. "The guests must think-"

"And the guests, my dear Y/N-" He cut you off. "Are a bunch of snobs that come here to brag to other snobs that they ate here. You're too sweet for your own good."

"You think too highly of me, Sanji." You sighed as you leaned against the railing.

You suddenly felt his hand turn your jaw to face him.

"There ain't such a thing as me thinking too highly of you, love. You just don't give yourself enough credit...you should be proud of yourself."

"Thank you.." You smiled.

You adored him, truly. When Sanji first laid eyes on you, he had a typical reaction when he saw other women he found attractive.

He would shower you with compliments, saying how beautiful and gorgeous. Your heart was always wary, but Sanji didn't have reason to be disingenuous.

Regardless, after he pulled away to light up a cigarette and you gazed at him, thoughts swirled in your head. Something else had to be brewing, truly. Sanji was unaware, but he had outgrown Baratie long ago. You were waiting for him to realise it himself.

"What's on your mind?" He grinned as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to his side.

Your eyes met his. You weren't gonna lie.

You could tell Sanji was looking at you with adoration. But the more you took in his appearance and felt his body against your own, something else was clouding your mind.

"You look like you want to devour me whole.." He chuckled.

"You're so full of it." You scoffed, leaning back away from him.

"Nah, nah, nah...c'mere." He grinned as he wrapped his long fingers around your wrist to pull you up against him.

"Missed the taste of your lips. Everything I’ve tried and nothing is sweeter than them...y'know I've been thinkin' about this for a really long time...."

"We were together all day." You snarked.

"C'mon, I'm tryna set the mood.." He sighed. "I've been imagining what I'd wanna do with you...in my head, over and over again."

"Please enlighten me."

"You sure, babe? I'm sure a girl like you gets embarrassed by that kinda talk." He teased.

"Don't leave me in the dark." You smiled, as you felt him bury his face into the crook of your neck, kissing the bare skin gently.

"Us in bed...you, spread out before me, and me touchin' ya all over." He grinned.

"Sanji..!"

"Don't give me that! You asked!"

“That chore boy is funny.” Sanji murmured as you sat in his lap in the bed of his cabin.

“Mhm? Yeah, I think he gets on Zeff’s nerves more than you, should be a record.” You chuckled as he rested his head on your bare chest, you absentmindedly twirling his blonde locks between your fingers.

“He asked me to join his crew.” Sanji said.

“Well…is that something you want?” You questioned, as you pulled back so you could look him directly into his eyes.

There was a conflicted look flickering in his eyes, and his smile wavered.

“Y/N. He…just has this weird hold over people.” Sanji began, struggling to find the right words.

“You’re not gonna hurt my feelings if you go, Sanji.” You said softly, as a look of relief washed over his face.

“But I don’t want to leave you.” He stuttered. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sanji. Same way everybody else here loves you.” You smiled. “But the real test of our love is this. Because I’m not gonna be selfish and keep you here.”

“What do you mean?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowing.

“You outgrew this place a long time ago.” You smiled. “You’ll flourish elsewhere. Does that hold Luffy had over you? He was the first person to validate your dreams.”

Sanji was left speechless. The only word he could muster out was your name.

“Come with me.” He said, almost frantically.

You shook your head.

“No, it’s your dream, Sanji.” You smiled, framing the sides of his face.

“You’re gonna stick with that shitty old man instead of me?” Sanji joked, trying to push down the sob clawing at his throat.

“Stop being a baby.” You giggled, as you leaned in to kiss him.

“C’mon.” He mumbled as he pushed you gently down on the mattress. “You’re a bigger baby than me and you know it.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his body press against yours, his warmth and weight on you felt heavenly almost.

Your hands began to skim down his bare sides which spurred him on in trailing kisses along the column of your throat to your collarbones.

There wasn’t a need for your usual banter or back and forth. He took his time, ever so gently.

If he was leaving, he wanted to leave no part of you untouched. He was trying to memorise the softness of your skin and the light floral fragrance. Pull out every sound possible out of you.

“Don’t open this until you actually set off.” You told him as you slipped the envelope in his hands. You let him say goodbye to the rest of the Baratie staff.

You shared your farewells the night before and it was evident with the shockingly bites and scratch marks across your body.

Thank you for always being patient with me.

Thank you for always making me feel like the most perfect girl in the world.

Thank you for always putting a smile on my face.

Thank you for always making sure I had something to eat.

Thank you for always putting me to sleep, even when you think I was heavy in sleep I didn’t miss the way you pulled the cover over me and kissed my temple wishing me sweet dreams.

I’ll wait for you, I promise.

“Damn it..” Sanji sniffled to himself as his tears began to smudge the ink.

author’s note: if u read dis far ty for reading 🙈 sawry for any spelling or grammatical errors

[lingeriae]

walking up to eren and telling him to "gimme that dick"

[lingeriae]

ex-husband!gojo, who wakes up every morning to his disappointment. it's been well over a couple months, yet he still extends his arm to feel for you.

ex-husband!gojo, who still has your contact saved as his main emergency contact. he uses this to his advantage— ringing your phone with the excuse of being "too drunk to drive." it works. he isn't exactly high off his brain, but he has alcohol in his system.

ex-husband!gojo, who happened to spot you with another man. who is he? is he your friend? your lover? perhaps you met after the divorce? whatever the status is, it doesn't help to soothe his jealousy. it's not like he can walk up to you — you might issue a restraining order against him.

ex-husband!gojo, who finds himself at your doorstep. it's late, storming, and you're probably asleep. he doesn't move. mind set in chaos as he ponders whether he should leave or ring the bell. he wants to see you, but the look of disgust he might receive is something he isn't ready to face.

ex-husband!gojo, who's shocked that you opened the door. he didn't ring the bell. were you already there? probably. his throat ran dry, unable to speak a word. you're leaning on the door's frame, arms crossed as you tilt your head. "you need something, gojo?" you asked, not willing to receive an answer.

"can i — can i come in?" he stutters, a little shocked at the use of his surname. the little sparkle of hope that you continue using his first name has been dusted.

ex-husband!gojo, who's fidgety in your home. your silence isn't helping him relax. hell, he hasn't known relaxation ever since the divorce. "help yourself to the kitchen. sleep wherever, i'm going back to bed," your voice held no volume of softness. it was as if you were but a stranger, yet he refuses to let you become one.

"then, may i sleep in your room? on the floor, of course," he's hesitant with his request, deciding it's best to justify himself, "i don't know my way around this house."

ex-husband!gojo, who's yet again stunned that you allowed him in your room — let alone your bed. now he's as still as a stick, unable to fall asleep due to his itching urge to pull you into him. you're most likely sound asleep, uncaring to the man you once called your husband.

ex-husband!gojo, who calls out to you, keeping his voice low as he speaks, "can we talk?"

you replied to him, voice still holding its tone of harshness, "what is there to talk about?"

"anything. how's life been for you?" he keeps his speech short, afraid of annoying you. it's a little late for that, however. you're already annoyed by the attempt of useless talks. "just get to the point, gojo."

and so he follows, sighing before he reveals his intentions, "i fucking missed you, that's all."

ex-husband!gojo, who's surprised when you sat up. although your room holds no light due to the black-out curtains, his eyes adjusted to its darkness, being able to see your every feature. your face, hands, neck, collarbone, chest — everything. he misses being able to run his hands through your body ever-so lovingly. when you lowered yourself right above his face, his eyes kept your gaze. your jaw's clenched. why does he look as if he lost everything? wasn't the divorce mutual?

ex-husband!gojo, who's rendered speechless when your voice cracked. he didn't expect it, nor did he expect you to say what you did. "i missed you, too." did you really miss him? he feels as though he's being lied to. raising a hand to cup your cheek, he shares his words, "really? then why not act on it if you're not lying?"

ex-husband!gojo, who happily accepts your kiss, moving his hand from your cheek to your nape. softly pushing you closer to himself — and to deepen the kiss. it's soft but rough. passionate but seeping with hatred. it's everything at once. you're pulling at his hair, purposefully tugging it as if you're using it to distract yourself from the escaping emotions. he's the same. using his other hand to travel along the junction of your neck and shoulder, squeezing it each time he feels to let the tears flow.

[lingeriae]

how you can help palestine

Donations

palestine children's relief fund

palestine red crescent society

help bring down israel's weapon trade - palaction

save palestine - islamic relief canada

click to donate - arab.org

send medical supplies to gaza - palestinian american medical association

Petitions

petition to investigate war crimes committed by israeli military

demand ceasefire - amnesty.org

open call for immediate ceasefire

american government call for immediate ceasefire

american government to stop funding israeli military

ceasefire and increase humanitarian assistance - oxfam au

location specific petitions

gaza call for ceasefire - oxfam (UK)

end israeli occupation - parliament uk (UK)

email your MP - medical aid for palestine (UK)

stop fuelling genocide - action network (USA)

call congress and demand a ceasefire - uscpr (USA - they provide a script of what you should say, so don't worry about it)

australia call on israel to stop attacking palestinians - apan (AUS)

sign to send letter to MP for ceasefire - nccm (CANADA)

ceasefire now! - ijv (CANADA)

cessez-le-feu et un couloir humanitaire - le mouvement (FRANCE)

write to your député - assemblée nationale (FRANCE)

skydda civilbefolkningen i gaza! - mittskifte (SWEDEN)

singaporeans call for immediate ceasefire (SIN)

contact your elected reps and demand a ceasefire (GERMANY)

write to the EU demanding a ceasefire (EUROPE)

template of letters you can send (EU)

Campaigns

friends of al-aqsa

❥ UK-specific

urge your MP to speak up for palestine

hands off al-aqsa

stop administrative detention

petition for UK to stop arming israel

❥ International

boycott puma — email them to end their partnership with israel

boycott coca-cola

palestine action

join the resistance

islamic relief canada

urge your MP to rally for ceasefire

text campaign for people living in USA

text CEASEFIRE @ 51905 to call for a ceasefire

please let me know if you have any more links. i will add them to a follow up post.

UPCOMING PROTESTS

[lingeriae]

SCREAM 4 ME!

warnings - stalker-ish behaviour from my man connie, possessive and toxic connie, sexual content including: oral (r recieving) spit, pussy slaps and fingering, gore and blood mentioned, cursing, knives reader is black and female!

connie couldn't decide what pissed him off more. the fact that this bitch-made ass white boy was feeling up on you or the fact that you were allowing him to feel up on you.

his tongue poked his inner cheek as he watched the scene infront of him, you on one of the desk in the classroom with eren between your spreaded legs, a hand on your thigh and the other on your waist as he opened shit pit to say something to you which caused you turn away your head. it's like he started seeing red, and no it wasn't pink eye.

the sudden urge to walk in the classroom and stab eren in his throat haunted connie's mind as he continued to watch the scene, his jaw clenched shut and his hands turning into fist at the sides allowing the veins that traced his arms to become prominent. his hand reached for the door handle, intendin to create the scene he hand in mind with bashing eren's head in, until a familiar voice called out his name. turning his head connie comes face to face with armin who worre a concerned look on his face,

"you good, bro?" the blond asked, tilting his head at the male as he looked him up and down, stopping at his tightly clenched fist.

it's as if his hold demeanor changes in a second, face going blank while he shoved his pants in his pocket. armin's eyebrows rose to his forehead as connie nodded his head before walking away, while watching his back armin thought about how unusual his normally out-going friend was being but shaked his head thinking it was simply an overreaction.

the door for the classroom door opened, eren walked out before you did, pushing pass armin with an odd look on his face.

armin's eyebrows rose further, wondering what the fuck was up with everyone today and why you two were in that classroom to begin with. "what's wrong with him?" he asked as you wrapped your hands around yourself, looking down at your black and white converse.

you shrug in response to his question leaving armin left in the dark yet again, it was like he wasn't even your bestfriend anymore, like you didn't even trust him anymore.

but he gets it, with what's been going on in the past few weeks he wouldn't trust anyone either, but he was still your friend--or was he?

armin couldn't keep track anymore.

with a huff, armin adjusts the books he held in his hand, looking away from you and down the hall where connie stormed off to. "well, whatever you two were doing in there, connie saw and he looks pretty pissed." at this you look up, your eyes wide and your plump lips parted, the expression only confusing armin even more.

"w-what? do you know where he went?" you stammer, looking around as if you could catch sight of the brown eyed male. the blonde infront of yoou doesn't give you a verbal responce, simply raising his hand and pointing in the direction he saw connie disappear in. you mumble a quiet 'thanks' before running off in the direction he pointed it, desperate to find the boy.

breathing heavily you rest your body against a wall after having ran all over the school in search of connie and being unsucessful in your search. your phone suddenly vibrates in your pocket and you take it out, seeing a text from an unknown number.

can't wait to make u scream.

your eyebrows draw together at the text just as a ping comes in, the number sends another text but this time it's a picture. a picture of you leaning against a wall, the exact wall you were leaning on now.

slipping your phone in your back pocket you look around expression twisting in one of fear, "this isn't funny." you say outloud to no one in particular, pushing off the wall and walking away quickly.

you could feel the hair on your arms staning up, as well as your hands shaking as you placed them in the pocket of your hoodie, heart racing rapidly when you started hearing heavy footsteps behind you not daring to turn around.

the footsteps behind you sped up, and as they did so did your breathing and the beat of your heart, your throat went dry as you grew terrified of who--or what was behind you. you turned your head at the side a little to finally get a glimpse of who was behind you only to see exactly what you hoped not to.

a cloaked figure, with a blade and a mask.

you started running, taking in little gasps for air every now and then, tears building up at your lashline and your feet begining to burn in your high-top converses.

'why me?' was all you could think as the figure started running after you, close on your heel. you had never troubled anyone and kept to yourself for most of your highschool years , so you didn't understand why this mysterious serial killer was coming after you of all persons.

sure the killer killed a few of your friends, but they were all assholes who had beef with everybody, and you weren't like them. you had conflict with no one--being the most liked girl in school.

so why you?

a squeak fell from your lips as you bumped into a large figure, almost falling on your ass before a sturdy arm came out grasp your waist. you look up to your savior only to come face to face with eren, his face morphing into one of concern as his teal eyes flickered up and down your face. pink lips parted for a split second before closing again when you grasp his shirt and pull him into a nearby closet.

eren looked down at you with furrowed brows, parting his lips to speak again but being cut off by your fingers pressed against his lips, listening for the sound of the heavy footsteps. his hands that found their way to your waist, jade eyes boring into you as you looked at the door expectingly. with a sigh you remove your finger from eren's lips, nibbling on your own as you looked up at him.

he raises and eyebrow, "what's up?" although he's confused, the tone of his voice is soft and comforting and it causes you to lean your head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. his arms come to wrap around you tenderly, offering you the comfort you need and signaling you to rest your body against his. the look on his face is one of concern as he kisses your head top and rubs your back.

"t-they were chasing me eren." you whisper. too afraid to talk any louder in case 'they' might hear you.

"who?" your about to answer his question when the door of the janitor closet is flung open, the cloaked figure from before standing at the door, knife glinting dangerously as he raises it with a tilted head.

"me."

a 'slash' is sounded through the air when the killer brings the knife down, plunging it into eren's shoulder. screaming you push the figure, feeling the hard muscles underneath his coat flex beneath your finger tips as he's caught off guard and stumbles outside of the closet. it gives you enough time to close the door again, a broken cry leaves your lips as the killer begins to bang on the door furiously before a knife appears right above your arm, slicing it a bit.

you keep a firm grip on the door handle as the killer continues to bang on the door and pierce it with his knife that was painted with erens blood, tears run down your face as you watch him groaning against the wall, blood coating each of his pretty fingers. eren makes eye-contact with you before walking over to you with his hand still pressed against the wound, a hiss leaving his lips as he places his hand over yours to help keep the door in place.

"eren no y-your hurt." you whisper with a shake of your head, but make no move to push him away from the door as the banging intensifies, you only watch as his brown hair frames his pretty face as he tilts his head and gives you a pained smile. "m'okay, promise princess."

you start praying.

praying that someone will hear the loud bangings and notice the physcopath that stands outside of the door with his bloody knife and murderous intentions. your palms began to get sore and your legs feel wobbly from the fear that runs through your vains, the cut on your arm suddenly makes itself known as it begans to pulse with an unbearable pain. you wonder how eren feels if your scratch hurts so bad, you wonder if you'll make it out alive.

a shrill ring echos throughout the walls of the closet, and the banging pauses. you look at eren and he looks at you, both of you waiting with baited breaths for something to happen, your heart beating through your ears.

the sound of multiple footsteps and talking in the halls causes you to lean your body against the door with a shaky sigh, your hands shaking as you moved to open the door wincing at the feeling of sore palms against the metal.

it takes five seconds for people to notice you and eren, sly remarks on the tip of their tongues until someone pointed out the obvious.

"they're fucking bleeding! someone get help!"

an arm wraps around your middle and your hands come into contact with a sturdy chest, eyes meeting with one of a familiar honey colour.

his freckled face had twisted up with a look of 'concern'. pretty pink plump lips downturned into a frown, and his forehead frowned as his thick eyebrows drew together, "what the fuck happened?" connie asks, the question sounding so aggressive but his touch was gentle and soft as he rubbed circles in your waist and held your injured arm.

you couldn't even tell he was lying, taking that glint in his eye for worry. how could you be so fucking naive?

you don't respond, only wrapping your arms around his neck and burrying your face in his shoulder, letting all your tears flow not caring that you were getting his white t-shirt wet.

connie's hands find their way to your back, rubbing it soothingly. his lips twitching at your attention, eyes dragging up to meet eren who looked at him with a blank look. he only tilted his head, looking the brunette up and down once before pulling away from you, his warm and large hands cupping your face, eyes glittering with warmth -- drawing you in deep.

"c'mon, lets get you patched up, mama."

your fingers traced figures on connies chest as you rested your head against his torso, giggling when he grunted cause you traced your finger over his nipple. eyes never leaving his pretty face, taking note of ever single detail on it. how it slightly glowed under the light of the tv, how his lashes almost otuched his cheek, how his pretty pink lips were jutted out in a frown-like manner, how his botton nose scrunched up when one of the characters on the tc said some dumb shit -- silver stud shining with the tv light.

he can feel your gaze burning the side of his face, when he looks down he see's your pretty eyes gazing up at him as you do that shit with your pretty plump lips slightly parted as you nibble on your lower lips, that same expression you make when you want something from him.

"you watchin me or the movie?" he sasses, pinching your side.

you smile prettily, looking at the tv to see the killer chasing the pretty girl with a machete in his hand, and looking back at connie fluttering your lashes at him. "that shit makes my screen crawl, rather watch you and get my pussy wet."

a sound that sounds dangerously close to a whimper falls from connie lips, his eyes getting glossy and low as he stares at you with his lips parted, wetting them with his tongue while he looked away staring at the tv. he bit his lips as he looked back at you, cheeks heating up and his underwear suddenly feeling tight.

"you can keep talking your shit, im not fucking you with your crippled ass arm." he says, giggling at the offended expression you now wore. you push up off of him, folding your arms across your chest and staring a head of you instead of at him. "so I get one little injury and im crippled? ian even wanna fuck you anyways nigga-"

an arm is wrapped around your throught before you can even finish your sentence, it's warm and it causes you to push your thighs together as you suddenly feel your panties getting slightly damp. connie's expression not helping your situation at all, pink lips quirked up into a smirk and honeyed eyes were glossed over and dark with lust.

it made your body warm and tingly, heat making it's way to your face when he pulls you on top of him, his lips brushing against yours but not quite touching them while his nose rubbed against yours, allowing you to feel the piercing that sat on top of it.

"whatchu say?" he whispers, eyes holding a mischevious look as he looked at you, hands squeezing your ass. "nothin." you mumble, growing bashful from all the attention he was giving you. connie smiled smugly, rubing his nose against yours. "mmm, that's what I thought you said."

you couldn't even get to respond as his plushy lips were mashed against yurs, lips smacking together as you both made out messily, almost devouring each other.

the taste of his lips was addicting, and you couldn't get enough, sucking his tongue and listening to the sweet whimpers he lets out at the mere action.

connie's hands find there place on your hips as you begin to roll yourself against his hips, feeling the tip of his dick beneath his sweatpants bump against your clit with each grind of your hips. your hands grazed his nape as you continued to move against him, smiling at the groan he let out.

"(★)," he pauses as your pussy runs over his cock once more, grunting at the feeling. "s-shit, mama stop doing that."

his voice is deep and whiny, it holds a tone of desperation but restraint. the muscle in his jaw ticks as he holds you waist in place, slouching against the couch and taking deep breaths before giving you a stern look.

"im not about to fuck you when your injured," you know he means it from the look he gives you, and it makes your pretty lips tip down in a frown, pushing off of him to sit down on the couch not laying on his chest anymore.

you can feel his eyes burn holes in the side of your face as you keep your eyes on the tv, suddenly intrested in the man using a chainsaw to slice through the girl while she was still alive.

"okay."

it goes quiet after that, connie only continues to stare at you, guilt pooling at his stomach as he continued to stare at you. licking his lips, he sighs and slouches more in the couch, running a hand down his face before looking back at you.

connie knows all you really want is his comfort, especially after what happened -- but he's still upset that you made eren touch on his body like that. he knows all you want is a distraction from everything, but he has to punish you a little.

but maybe he can punish you and pleasure you at the same time.

a boy-ish smile makes it way to connie's face show-casing his pretty dimples, the look is almost innocent, but his eyes clear up the whole 'innocent' act, showing clear signs that man was about to fucking devour you.

the tap that's delievered to your thigh causes you to look up, a shudder goes down your spine as your eyes meet connie's glossed over ones, full to the brim with lust like you would be in a few minutes.

"what?" you say it so meekly, it makes connie's grin widen.

in a quick motion, your back is pressed against the couch, mout falling open to let out a gasp whilst connie holds unto your legs, spreading them open.

"connie--" your words are cut off by him pressing a kiss to your pussy, face heating up as it flutters from the simple action, "lay down and lemme eat your pussy." he mumbles, mouth still pressed against your clothed cunt, a hand pressing against your stomach as you attempted to sit up.

"b-but you said," he drags your sweatpants down in one big swoop, throwing the sweatpants over hs shoulder in a wuick motion, tongue swipping at the corner of his lips, hazel brown eyes glaring at the wet spot in your panties with an almost anger look on his face. "know what the fuck I said, don't lemme have to tell you to lay your ass down again mami." your arousal almost floods your panties hazardly, your brownskin suddenly feeling hot as you looked away from him to watch the tv as a distraction only for the screen to go turn black.

a hand is wrapped around your throat again, turning you to face connie, his nose against your cheek as he kisses you, pulling away for a second allowing you to feel the tiny huffs of air he lets out. "ion want you watching anything, or anyone else but me." he whispers squeezing your neck a little before pressing his lips against yours.

your overwhelmed by him, feeling him touch you all over your body. squeezing, fondling, kissing. it was getting to you, your pussy specifically, and you couldn't help but want him to live under your skin.

he quickly takes off your panties, smirking giddly as he places them in the pocket of his sweatpants. your plush and wet pussy now on display for him, hole fluttering every now and then around nothing but air.

"shit ma, you so wet..." he sucks in a breath as he brushes a finger over your clit, your body jerked in reaction.

he gives you one last kiss on your pussy, finally leaning down and placing a his lips on your warmth.

wet muscle is felt moving up and down on your pussy before connie's mouth encloses on your clit, gently taking the bud into his mouth and sucks on it.

"pussy taste so fucking good," he mumbles, mouth still on your pussy, the deep vibration of his voice sending chills throughout your whole body. your hands grip his head as he continues to make-out with your pussy, eyes almost crossing from how good he was making you feel. "mm, connie."

"yeah, that's right say my fucking name mama, gonna have you screaming for me in a minute."

too fucked out and lost in the pleasure, you don't even take heed to his words, only focused on the feeling of his mouth working against your pussy like magic, gripping his head harder, the spiky hair of his buzzcut not bothering you one bit.

your back arches off the couch with a gasp as connie unexpectedly pushes a finger in you, his mouth still on your pussy as his slender fingers curl inside of your spongey walls causing you toes to curl in ecstasy. connie only smirked as you begin grinding unto his face, fingers thrusting in and out of you, finding the perfect rhythm to drive you over the edge. "feels so good con," your voice is breathy and high as you whisper out the words, holding unto connie as if your life depend on it.

"yeah?" he asked, licking his lips, hooded hazel eyes connecting with yours from between your parted legs, fingers never stopping once. "you gonna cum for me?"

"uh huh." a hiccup left you, tempting connie to smile once more as he increased the speed of his fingers, his plump pink lips attaching themselves back to your cunt.

he swirls his tongue around your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you, watching with awe at the creamy clear liquid that encases his fingers.

as he continued you could feel the knot in your stomach quickly tightening, about to snap at any given time,your back arched off of the seat of the couch, thighs shaking as your vision became blurry with tears.

"gonna cum, connie m' gonna c-cum slow down!" you whine, trying to push a away his head. you freeze at the look he gives you, having no time to think about it as your orgasm washes ov4er you like a heavy wave.

connie doesn't stop as you cum, slurping you up as if you were his last meal. he only stops when he witnesses the trembling of your thighs, sitting up and giving you a kiss on your cheek before leaving the room.

"where you goin?" you mumble with a hoarse voice, lifting up your body to watch the muscles of his back move as he walks, he stops and looks at you over his shoulder.

"gon get you some water." you mumble a soft okay in responce before leaning back in against the cushion behind you, hissing as you felt something hard poke you in your back.

"this fool don't ever know how to clean up right." you mumble as you lift the pillow,

the item beneath it causes you to pause your movements, your plump lips parting in shock as fear crses through your veins.

a ghostface masked laid beneath the pillow, a speck of blood on the cheek that almost stared at you mockingly. you place a hand over your mouth as you felt tears make it's way to your lashline, your body backing up off of the couch and causing you to fall.

"ma?" the sound of connie's voice causes you to freeze, and you hurridely get up off of the floor and move away from him. his eyebrows furrowed as he looked you up and down, "wha-"

"your ghostface." a shudder goes throughout your body at the blank look he gives you, his head turning to look at the mask on the couch befor elooking back up at you with a sigh. he places the water he carried on the table, you watch his every move carefully, making sure he doesn't get too close to you.

"ma, c'mere." he says, putting his hands in his pockets, his honey coloured eyes staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"no."

his jaw tightens at your responce, head tilting as he runs his tongue over his teeth.

"m' not gonna ask again." it was almost like a threat, and it only scared you more.

your heart almost felt like it was about to fail as you stared at connie for a few seconds before running towards the door.

dumb fucking move.

a hand suddenly yanks you back, making your back rest against connie's sturdy chest.you draw in a brreath as a knife is suddenly placed at your throat, slowly tilting your head up so you could meet connie's eyes.

they glinted dangerously, somehow holding you captive. "don't fucking run from me, you crazy baby?" his words caused your breath to hitch, your legs shaking with fear as you looked up at him.

"don't try that shit again, you hear me?" you nod your head slowly causing connie to let out a hiss, shaking his head. "words mama, know you know them."

"I head you con." you say, tears filling your eyes.

connie licked his lips, showing off his dimples as he smiled at your obedience.

"good girl, and if you try that shit again, ima make you scream."