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carnalcrows · 5 months ago

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BABYSITTER - THE SALESMAN

pairing: the salesman x male reader

synopsis: When a broke college student takes a babysitting gig, he signs up for snack time and bedtime stories—but ends up with bloodstains, cryptic employers, and an unsettling crush on the kid’s disturbingly hot dad.

content warnings: 18+, bottom male reader, blackmailing, blood, anal, breeding, creampie, missionary, mating press, dubcon, mentions of kidnapping, too much plot

word count: 5.2k (good lord)

It was a typical Wednesday afternoon when you found yourself perched in the corner of the campus café, a half-empty cup of cold coffee sweating onto the table beside your laptop. Bills, tuition, and the general weight of adulthood had a way of pressing down on your shoulders, leaving you in a constant state of mild panic. You scrolled through job listings with the desperation of someone clinging to a lifeboat.

Barista? You had already been rejected twice due to your “lack of experience.”

Retail? They wanted you available on weekends, which wasn’t feasible with your study schedule.

Dog walker? Allergic to fur.

The list grew more depressing as the minutes ticked by, until one particular post caught your attention:

"Babysitter needed. Flexible hours. Payment upon services rendered. Serious applicants only."

There was no company name, no attached image of a smiling family, not even a hint about the age of the child you’d be babysitting. The simplicity of it screamed sketchy, but the promise of payment dangled in front of you like a carrot on a stick.

“Desperate times,” you muttered, clicking on the post.

The application form was equally bare-bones, asking only for your name, availability, and a short paragraph about why you wanted the job. You quickly typed something generic about being responsible and good with kids, then hit send without much hope.

To your surprise, you received a reply almost immediately.

"You’re hired. Start tomorrow at 3 PM. Address: [Redacted]."

You stared at the screen, bewildered. No interview? No background check? Either this was the world’s most desperate parent, or you were walking into a scam. A friend texted you moments later, asking if you’d found a job yet, and you decided to leave out the details when you replied,

"Yep, starting tomorrow."

The afternoon sun was scorching as you made your way up the steps of the quaint suburban house. The place had a sort of storybook charm—a neat lawn, pastel shutters, and a small porch swing swaying lazily in the breeze. If it weren’t for the suspiciously vague job listing you’d answered, you might have thought you were walking into a feel-good rom-com instead of a potentially shady situation.

You knocked on the door and waited. Seconds ticked by. You shifted awkwardly, glancing over your shoulder as if expecting hidden cameras. But just as you were about to knock again, the door flew open with surprising force, revealing a little girl standing barely taller than the doorknob.

“Hi!” she exclaimed, her voice so cheerful it nearly gave you whiplash. “Are you the babysitter?”

“Uh… yeah,” you replied, startled by the sheer intensity of her enthusiasm. “That’s me.”

“I’m Su-an,” she said proudly, puffing out her chest. “Come in! I was just having a meeting with my council!”

Before you could even ask what she meant, she grabbed your hand and tugged you inside. The house was warm and cozy, if a little cluttered, with toys scattered across the floor and crayon drawings taped haphazardly on the walls.

---

“This is Mr. Snuggles,” Su-an announced, holding up a ragged teddy bear with one ear chewed off. “He’s the president of my council.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, nodding solemnly. “And what does the council do?”

“Important stuff,” she said, narrowing her eyes like she was letting you in on a state secret. “Like deciding who gets cookies after dinner. Also, they voted to make you the assistant.”

You blinked. “I don’t remember running for office.”

“Well, you didn’t,” she said matter-of-factly. “But Mr. Snuggles said you looked like you’d be good at it.”

Before you could protest, she shoved the bear into your hands and pointed to a tiny table covered in a chaotic mix of crayons, plastic teacups, and a single half-eaten cookie.

“Sit,” she ordered. “The council meeting is starting!”

---

The rest of the afternoon unfolded in a whirlwind of nonsensical games and increasingly bizarre “council decisions.” At one point, you were ordered to wear a paper crown (which barely fit) and were dubbed the “Official Snack Prince.” Your royal duties included distributing Goldfish crackers and ensuring everyone—stuffed animals included—got an equal share.

“You’re actually pretty good at this,” Su-an said, eyeing you critically as you handed Sir Fluffington his crackers. “Better than my last babysitter.”

“Oh?” you asked, curious. “What happened to them?”

“They couldn’t handle the council,” she said gravely.

---

After the meeting adjourned, Su-an decided it was time to “train” you in the art of hide-and-seek. You played along, even though she kept hiding in the same spot: under the dining table, her giggles giving her away every single time.

“Found you again!” you said, crouching down to peer under the table.

She gasped, genuinely shocked. “How are you so good at this?!”

“It’s a gift,” you deadpanned, earning another round of giggles.

---

When hide-and-seek got old, she declared it was “dance party time.” She dragged you to the living room, where she plugged in her favorite playlist on an ancient speaker. The first song was a pop hit you vaguely recognized, and before you could even protest, she was already twirling around like a whirlwind.

“Come on!” she yelled over the music.

“I don’t dance,” you started, but she shot you a look so devastatingly adorable that you had no choice but to join in.

What followed was ten minutes of the most ridiculous dancing of your life. Su-an moved like she was powered by pure chaos, flailing her arms and jumping around, while you attempted something resembling the robot. She laughed so hard she tripped over her own feet, and you had to catch her before she face-planted into the couch.

---

As the day wore on, you found yourself genuinely enjoying her company. She was smart, funny, and had the kind of boundless energy that made you wonder if kids ran on caffeine instead of juice boxes.

By the time bedtime rolled around, you were exhausted. Getting her into pajamas was an ordeal—she insisted she couldn’t sleep without her “lucky socks,” which turned out to be mismatched and buried at the bottom of her toy chest. When you finally tucked her in, she stared up at you with wide, sleepy eyes.

“Will you come back tomorrow?” she asked, clutching Mr. Snuggles to her chest.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “I’ll be here.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

---

As you made your way back downstairs, you felt a surprising sense of accomplishment. Babysitting wasn’t what you’d imagined yourself doing, but something about Su-an’s infectious energy and genuine joy made it worth it.

You tidied up the living room, stepping over plastic dinosaurs and rogue crayons, and couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. If every day was going to be like this, maybe this job wouldn’t be so bad after all.

---

And so, your days with Su-an became a routine. Every afternoon, she greeted you at the door like an excited puppy, launching into a new scheme or game. One day, she decided you were a dragon and she was a brave knight. The next, you were her art teacher, helping her draw increasingly absurd animals like “dog-o-sauruses” and “cat-icorns.”

One particularly memorable day, she tried to teach you how to braid her hair. It did not go well.

“Why are there so many strands?!” you groaned, your fingers tangled in her hair.

“It’s easy!” she said, giggling. “You just go over, under, over, under!”

“You sound like a cryptic math teacher,” you muttered, earning another round of giggles.

---

The days passed in a blur of laughter and chaos, and soon, you found yourself looking forward to your afternoons with Su-an. She made you forget about your stress, your bills, and your endless to-do list.

Still, a question lingered in the back of your mind: where was her dad during all of this? But for now, you were content to let the mystery be. After all, it was hard to worry about much when you had a six-year-old demanding you be her “Royal Snack Advisor.”

It was one of those rare evenings when the air felt just right—not too cold, not too warm, with a soft breeze that carried the faint smell of grass and distant barbecues. Su-an had begged to go to the park after dinner, and you’d caved, eager to get some fresh air and give her a chance to burn off her endless energy.

“Push me higher!” Su-an squealed as she swung back and forth, her legs pumping excitedly. You stood behind her, laughing as you gave the swing a gentle push.

“Higher, huh? What are you trying to do, touch the clouds?”

“Maybe!” she shouted, giggling as the swing reached its peak.

The park wasn’t crowded—just a few other families and joggers scattered around. It was peaceful, the kind of evening where you could almost forget the strange tension that sometimes hung around the house, the questions you tried not to ask about her father’s late-night comings and goings.

But the peace didn’t last.

As you helped Su-an off the swing and she dragged you toward the monkey bars, a commotion near the edge of the park caught your attention. At first, you thought it was just a group of people arguing—a not-uncommon sight in the city. But then you saw him.

Your heart stopped.

There, in the dim light of a flickering street lamp, was a man—the man. His tall frame was unmistakable, even in the shadows. He stood over a small group of disheveled, huddled figures, who you quickly realized were homeless people. A plastic bag lay torn at his feet, loaves of bread spilled across the ground.

He wasn’t just standing there. He was stepping on the bread.

Your breath caught as you watched him stomp down with deliberate, almost mechanical force, grinding the food into the dirt. The homeless group stared in silence, some in shock, others looking away as if too defeated to protest.

“Isn’t that Daddy?”

The innocent question cut through the haze of disbelief like a knife. You snapped your head down to look at Su-an, her wide eyes fixed on the scene with a mix of curiosity and confusion.

“No,” you said quickly, your voice sharper than you intended. “It’s not.”

“But—”

Before she could finish, you crouched down and gently placed your hands over her eyes. “Let’s go, Su-an. We’re leaving.”

“Why can’t I look? What’s wrong?” she whined, squirming in your grasp.

“Because it’s not safe,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady as you picked her up and started walking away, her protests muffled against your shoulder.

Your mind raced as you carried her toward the car. What had you just witnessed? That couldn’t have been him—could it? But the silhouette, the way he carried himself—it was all too familiar.

You buckled Su-an into her car seat, doing your best to distract her with promises of ice cream and cartoons when you got home. But even as she babbled happily about her favorite flavors, your hands trembled on the steering wheel.

By the time you got back to the house and put Su-an to bed, your heart was still pounding. You paced the living room, replaying the scene over and over in your head. The way he’d crushed the bread underfoot—there had been no hesitation, no anger, just cold, calculated precision.

Who does that?

And more importantly, why?

The house was silent, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the floorboards as you shifted on the couch. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but between your classes, assignments, and Su-an’s boundless energy, exhaustion had taken its toll.

It was the sound of the front door slamming that jolted you awake. Disoriented, you blinked into the darkness, the faint glow of the kitchen light casting long shadows across the room. Footsteps echoed through the hallway—heavy, deliberate, and nothing like the hurried, near-silent ones you were used to from the man of the house.

You sat up, your heart beginning to race. Something wasn’t right.

When he appeared in the doorway, your stomach twisted into a knot. His usually pristine white shirt was drenched in blood, the vivid crimson staining the fabric and dripping in thick, uneven streaks. His face was ashen, his dark eyes wild and unfocused, like a man teetering on the edge of something you couldn’t name.

“Wh-what happened?” you stammered, instinctively backing away as the metallic tang of blood reached your nose.

“It’s not my blood,” he said curtly, his voice gravelly and sharp.

As if that was supposed to make you feel better.

“That doesn’t answer my question!” you said, your voice trembling despite your attempt to sound firm.

He staggered toward the kitchen, his movements unsteady but purposeful. Against every ounce of self-preservation screaming at you to stay put, you got up and followed him.

“Are you hurt?” you asked, your tone softer this time.

He didn’t respond, instead gripping the edge of the counter as if to steady himself. The dim light overhead cast harsh shadows across his sharp features, making him look even more unapproachable than usual.

“Sit down,” you said, surprised by the steadiness of your own voice.

He turned his head, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your chest tighten. For a moment, you thought he’d ignore you, but then he surprised you by obeying. He sank into one of the kitchen chairs, his movements slow and deliberate, as if every step cost him.

You grabbed a damp cloth from the sink, your hands trembling slightly as you wrung it out. You weren’t sure why you were doing this—why you weren’t running out the door or calling the police. Maybe it was the way he looked, like a man who had seen too much, or maybe it was the faint vulnerability hiding behind his hard exterior.

“This... isn’t normal,” you muttered, more to yourself than him, as you began wiping the blood from his face. The cloth came away dark and sticky, and your stomach churned.

“You shouldn’t concern yourself with things you don’t understand,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a warning edge.

You paused, meeting his gaze. His eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them, filled with something unreadable—a mix of exhaustion, anger, and something else that sent a shiver down your spine.

“I’m here,” you said, almost defiantly, as you moved to clean his hands. “So I’m already concerned.”

He didn’t respond, but the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease ever so slightly.

The silence between you grew even heavier, the only sound now being the soft movement of the cloth against his skin. Your hands were shaking slightly as you worked, wiping the blood from his face, his hands, but his eyes never left you. They were intense—piercing, almost as though he were searching for something in your expression.

You couldn’t look away for long. The tension in the air thickened with every passing second, your heartbeat picking up, each thud echoing loudly in your ears. It was like being drawn into a web you didn’t fully understand but couldn’t escape from, no matter how hard you tried.

When you finally stepped back, giving him space, you thought you’d be able to breathe again. But then, his hand shot out, quick as lightning, wrapping around your wrist. The touch was firm, deliberate, sending an involuntary jolt of electricity through your veins. You tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. His fingers were cold against your skin, but the intensity in his eyes made your heart race.

"Why are you helping me?" His voice was low, gravelly, and for a moment, you wondered if he was testing you—seeing if you’d reveal the truth, or maybe if you’d run.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath, but your pulse was hammering, and you couldn’t ignore the way your body reacted to his proximity. The heat between you both felt suffocating. His touch was grounding, yet it stirred something dangerous inside you. “Because someone has to,” you replied, your voice steady, though you could feel the words slipping off your tongue more as a defense than truth.

His gaze deepened, darkening in a way that sent a chill down your spine. The air between you was thick, electric, as if there were an unspoken promise between you both—a promise you knew you were too afraid to fully acknowledge. Then, before you could even react, he pulled you in close. His other hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair with a force that made your breath catch in your throat.

And then his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. It was a collision, desperate and overwhelming, like a dam that had been holding back too much for too long and was finally breaking free. His kiss was messy—almost violent—as if he needed to consume you, to claim you in a way that made your knees weak and your thoughts scatter. His lips were demanding, his teeth grazing your bottom lip in a way that made your body tremble.

You should’ve pushed him away, told him to stop, told him that this was wrong. Your mind screamed at you to break free, but your body betrayed you, leaning into him instead, matching the fervor of his kiss. His hand slid to your waist, pulling you even closer, his grip tightening. Your breath was ragged between kisses, and your pulse pounded in your ears as the world outside of the two of you seemed to vanish.

When he pulled away, just far enough to catch his breath, your lips were swollen, your chest heaving. You couldn’t think. All you could feel was the lingering heat of his touch, the undeniable thrum of desire that still buzzed beneath your skin. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was something in them—something dark, dangerous, but...hungry.

His lips curved into a smirk, and it sent a jolt of unease running down your spine, mingled with something else, something deeper.

“You’re in over your head, kid,” he said, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down your back.

The words should’ve been a warning. They should’ve sent you running. But instead, they only lingered in the air between you, wrapping themselves around you like a noose. You should’ve known then, but you didn’t want to listen.

And for the first time, you realized: you were already tangled up in his web, and maybe—just maybe—you didn’t want to escape.

The obsession grew in subtle ways. You’d arrive to find unexpected gifts waiting for you on the kitchen counter: a sleek leather wallet, a watch so expensive you didn’t dare wear it, a bottle of cologne that smelled like a storm breaking over the ocean.

When you tried to protest—“This is too much” or “I can’t accept this”—his expression would shift. His jaw would tighten, his eyes darkening with something that made your chest tighten.

“Take it,” he’d say, his tone brooking no argument. And you’d always comply, your words catching in your throat as he gave you a look that said refusing wasn’t an option.

Your feelings about him became a tangled mess of contradictions. Every instinct screamed that something about him was wrong. The blood, the cryptic way he spoke, the chilling bread incident in the park—they all painted a picture of a man you should stay far away from.

But then there were the moments that left you reeling. A lingering glance, a brush of his hand against yours, the way he could soften—just slightly—when he saw you with Su-an.

The first time he kissed you, you felt like your world had been turned inside out. It was sudden, overwhelming, and left you breathless. His lips were rough but urgent, like he was staking a claim rather than asking permission. And when it happened again—and again—you didn’t push him away. Instead, you found yourself leaning into him, craving the heat of his touch despite every rational thought telling you to run.

But his obsession wasn’t content to simmer beneath the surface. It began to consume him, bleeding into the delicate balance of your day-to-day life.

He started showing up during your babysitting hours, a presence that was impossible to ignore. At first, he’d just watch from the doorway as you played with Su-an, his dark eyes following your every move with a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine.

Then, his involvement escalated. He’d dismiss you early—always with some excuse about needing to talk to you. But the moment Su-an was out of earshot, his demeanor would shift. He’d pull you into his room, his hands firm but not rough as he guided you inside.

“You’re spending so much time with her,” he’d say, his voice low and rough, tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. “Don’t forget who’s paying you.”

His lips would crash against yours before you could respond, his kisses urgent and messy, as though he couldn’t stand the thought of you being anywhere else but with him.

The final straw came on a night like any other—or so you thought. Su-an had already gone to bed, and you were tidying up the living room when your gaze drifted toward the slightly ajar door of the man’s study. It was a room he rarely used in your presence, a space he kept locked most of the time.

You hadn’t intended to snoop. But the door was open, and your curiosity, already inflamed by the strange events surrounding him, got the better of you.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of leather and faintly bitter cologne. The dim lighting cast long shadows over the mahogany desk and the shelves lined with books and files. One particular folder caught your attention—it was open, papers spilling out as if hastily shoved aside.

Your heart sank as you picked up the first page. It was your class schedule, neatly printed and highlighted. Beneath it were receipts from your favorite coffee shop, notes about your usual order scribbled in the margins.

And then there were the photos.

They weren’t candid shots taken on the street or at the park. They were intimate, the kind of photos someone would take if they were watching closely—too closely. You recognized the outfits, the moments. One was of you laughing as you pushed Su-an on the swings. Another showed you sitting on a park bench, earbuds in, entirely unaware of the camera.

The air in the room felt too thick, like it was choking you. Your fingers trembled as you shoved the papers back into the folder, heart hammering in your chest.

“What the hell is this?”

The words left your mouth before you even realized he was standing in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the light from the hall. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with something intense.

The folder in your hands felt heavier than it should have, its contents seared into your memory. Photos of you, notes about your life, details no one should know unless they’d been watching you for far too long. Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at him, standing so calmly in the doorway as if this was all perfectly normal.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you demanded, your voice shaking.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped further into the room, his movements slow, deliberate. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing you in with the man you were starting to realize you knew far less about than you’d thought.

“I warned you,” he said, his voice low, almost soothing. “I told you not to go looking where you shouldn’t.”

“This—this is insane,” you stammered, backing up until the edge of the desk pressed against your hips. “Why do you have these? Why are you—”

“You don’t get it, do you?” he interrupted, his tone softening as he drew closer. His gaze was unrelenting, pinning you in place. “I’ve been watching over you. Protecting you. You’re... important to me.”

“Protecting me?” you shot back, your voice breaking. “This is stalking. This is obsessive. This—this isn’t normal!”

He stopped just a breath away from you, his height and presence overwhelming. His eyes, dark and piercing, searched yours for something, though you couldn’t tell what. Slowly, he reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek.

“I can’t lose you,” he murmured, his voice almost breaking. “Do you have any idea what you mean to me–and to my daughter? You’ve become... everything.”

The warmth of his touch sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. Your body tensed, torn between the instinct to pull away and the undeniable pull of his closeness.

“Stop,” you whispered, though your voice lacked the strength it should have had. “This isn’t—this can’t—”

But he didn’t stop. His other hand moved to your waist, firm but not forceful, as he leaned closer.

“You keep saying it’s wrong,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath warm against your lips. “But you don’t push me away.”

His lips brushed against yours, testing, as though giving you one last chance to stop him. But when you didn’t move, when your breath hitched and your hands gripped the edge of the desk behind you, he took it as permission.

The kiss was slow at first, deliberate and searching, as though he was memorizing every inch of your mouth. But it didn’t stay that way for long. His hand slid up to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.

You gasped against him, your hands instinctively gripping his shirt. The heat of him, the sheer intensity of his presence, was dizzying. When his teeth grazed your bottom lip, you couldn’t suppress the small sound that escaped you—a sound that seemed to ignite something in him.

His movements grew more desperate, more consuming. He pressed you back against the desk, his body caging you in as his lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then down to the sensitive skin of your neck. The scrape of his stubble sent sparks of sensation racing down your spine, and you couldn’t help the way your head tilted to give him better access.

“You drive me insane,” he murmured against your skin, his voice rough, almost guttural. “Do you even realize what you do to me?”

You swallowed hard, your mind racing even as your body betrayed you, leaning into him. His hands gripped your waist, his thumbs brushing just under the hem of your shirt, and you shivered at the contact.

“This... this isn’t okay,” you managed, though the words came out weak, shaky.

“No,” he agreed, pulling back just enough to look at you. His gaze was dark, filled with something you didn’t dare name. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t want it.”

The words hung between you, heavy and charged, as he leaned in again, his lips claiming yours with a hunger that left no room for argument. And though your mind screamed at you to stop, to push him away, your body betrayed you, pulling him closer instead.

His hand slowly trailed to the hem of your sweatpants, lightly tugging on the strap, you flinched when his cold hand suddenly went under your boxers.

“We shouldn’t be doing this– Su-an might-” you were interrupted with his other hand covering your mouth.

“Hush now, this room is soundproof,” he merely stated before harshly pulling your pants and boxers down with one tug. He then picked you up and placed you on the desk, pushing aside all the files and paper, which now seemed so insignificant.

“You’re hard. Are you still telling me you don’t want this?” He questions, his warm breath fanning your ear. You shuddered at the feeling, not knowing what to say, or what to do.

Before you could form words, he wraps his hand around your aching cock which was standing erect, partly due to the cool air, and partly due to what was happening.

His movements were minimal, slowly moving his hand along your shaft, while his other hand fetched a packet of lube from his back pocket. Where he managed to get that, you couldn’t tell.

He ripped the packet with his teeth, and spread the substance all over his fingers, before swiftly flipping you over, so that your ass was facing him.

Before you could utter a word of process, he had slipped a lubed finger in you. A wanton moan left your mouth at the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck–don’t stop, please,” the man only smirked at this, slowly sliding in another finger, and then another. Three of his fingers slowly pumped in and out of you, and oh, it felt heavenly. His other hand held you up just a bit, to keep you from falling off the study desk.

Your hands gripped onto the desk, frantically trying to keep yourself upright, but to no avail. You kept slumping off, the pleasure being too overwhelming.

“Stay still for me pet, that’s it–good boy,” the praise went straight to your dick, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Soon, the man determined that you had been prepped enough, and removed his fingers. You whined at the sudden emptiness, wanting to feel full once more.

He stared at your twitching hole, clenching around nothing. The sight did nothing but turn him on even more.

He removed his belt and cast it aside, while tugging down his pants and boxers with a sense of urgency. He easily flipped you over with his strong arms, now getting a clear view of your already fucked-out face.

He merely grinned, and before you could respond, he slid into your awaiting hole. You gasped at the intrusion, the head of his cock bullying its way into your hole. He groaned feeling the way you clenched around his length.

Without waiting for you to adjust, he fucked into you like an animal in heat, holding your legs in such a way that your knees where at your shoulders.

The new angle made his length hit your prostate with every thrust, making your head fall back on the table, a loud moan leaving your lips.

The man was savouring every single reaction, every little noise you made. “Such a sweet little thing,” he cooed. “Can’t even keep a straight head while getting fucked, hm?”

The only thing that left your mouth was a string of garbled noises. Your brain had quite literally turned to mush with how well he was fucking you.

Soon, you felt your orgasm wash over you like a waterfall, but the man didn’t stop. Instead, he fucked into you harder, a bulge forming in your stomach with every thrust.

He lightly pressed on the bulge, which made you squeal– the overstimulation doing too much to your head.

He kept rutting into you until he felt his climax. When it came, his thrusts slowly started to stutter. Without warning he emptied his load in you, painting your gummy walls white.

He kept you on the desk, without pulling out as you whimpered, feeling so, so full.

With your mind in such a disarrayed state, you didn’t notice him slip a small ring onto your finger.

“Now you can’t leave me–or Su-an, ever. Poor thing needs a mother after all.”

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vantetaes · 7 months ago

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SPOILED BRAT 🫧🥂

SUGARDADDY!CONNIE! X SPOILED!BLACKFEM!READER

SUMMARY!!! connie tells yn no

WARNINGS!!! overstimulation, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, implied ‘age gap’, mentions of drug dealing, sex 18+!!

you’d been together with connie for a 6 years at this point. the two do you did everything together. he always made sure you were straight no matter what.

you’re his woman. his pride and joy. his headache.

just today: he’d taken you to brunch to help recover for your god awful hangover acquired by spending the night before taking shots of don julio with your friends. he took you to the hair store, buying you new bundles for the season change, then payed for the install. taking you to lunch after your hair was done. deciding you were getting tired of walking, you requested one last lap around the mall, which ultimately ended with connie wanting to see your nails a different color and a new set of lashes.

you’ve been gifted birkins, 24 karat bracelets, trips out of country just because, and even receiving a maybach for getting through your first year of college. everything you ever wanted, he made sure you got. no if, ands, or buts.

bouncing on the tippy toes of your pretty pink chanel slippers. the fresh white pedicure compliments the white lettering on your shoes. your eyes glaze over the stores extensive amount of new products. you wonder in awe as connie walked behind you, carrying your bags while his face is buried in his phone.

“oo! they have the two piece i’ve been wanting!” only hearing the paddling of your shoes, connie barely has time to look up before you and a PINK store associate were talking about the newly released thong set.

“you want it?” he asks simply, hand caressing the small of your exposed back.

“no i already have too much!” you shake your head, your fresh set of lashes batting against your face as you eyed the clothing. connie’s hand flags down the worker from earlier.

“can we get all if the color for this set, medium.” he places a few hundreds in the woman’s hands before she scurries off to fulfill the purchase.

“thank you, baby.” you giggle , giving him a small kiss on the cheek. the strawberry scented lipgloss leaves a transparent pink path on his face. which stays there. before you could bring up the fact that you were eyeing one more thing in the store, connie’s ringtone went off. he peers down before gazing back at you. placing a quick kiss to your lips, he slides away.

“give me one second, baby.”

he basically stormed out of the store, face twisted up.

from your view through the glass it looked like someone fucked something up. connie’s tattooed had runs across his head, sighing into the phone before shaking his head a final time, hanging up.

once he returned, the worker rushes a few bags over and the left over money from the exchange.

“keep it. ♡︎, let’s go.” he takes the bags carefully before heading for the exit. his tone was firm but still gentle enough that you didn’t feel offended.

finally back home, washing every piece of clothing you got today, you noticed your fiance was a little quieter than usual.

changing into something a little more comfortable, you walk out into the large penthouse living room.

“what’s wrong?” you quiz. his head shoots up from its resting position on his hand to shake his head.

“nothing princess. just some stuff i have to go handle in a few, you good?” he asked concerned.

“yeah you’ve just been like.. preoccupied away from me all day today! i just want some attention. can i come with?” the long red fur lined robe moved swiftly against your exposed brown skin as you did your little begging dance.

“whatchu’ mean i’ve been ignoring you? and not this time, princess. it’s something real important and i can’t risk some shit happening to you. we not finna do this.”

your motion stops as you stare a little dumbfounded. no? no?? jokingly sticking your acrylic inside your ear, wiggling it, pulling your finger back out to check. he got used to the dramatics years ago.

“what do you mean not this time, connie?” you only used his government when you were mad at him.

connie leans back in the leather chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as he watches you from across the room. he’s always been the one to say yes, to pull strings, to make things happen. you’ve always reveled in that—his power, his ability to hand you everything you could ever want, no questions asked. but this time, the look on his face is different.

“not. this. time.♡︎.” he says, his tone firm, his jaw tight.

“you’re joking?” you say, voice sharp, tinged with indignation. a small flabbergasted smile making its way into your face slowly.

he shakes his head, slow and deliberate.

“i’m serious, ♡︎. i can’t do this. not this time.”

for a moment, you’re stunned, the words hanging in the air between you like a challenge. then, like a flame catching kindling, the fury ignites.

“can’t ?” you spit, laughing abruptly, your voice rising. “or won’t?”

he doesn’t flinch. that only makes it worse.

“you’ll do everything else-” you continue, pacing now, your anger spilling out unchecked.

“-you’ll risk everything for everyone else, but the one time i ask for something that matters to me, suddenly it’s a problem?”

“♡︎, it’s not like that.” his voice is calm, measured, and it infuriates you more.

“then what is it like, connie? hm? you basically ignore me all day and now you wanna leave me here?” you shout, spinning to face him.

“because to me, it looks like you’re picking and choosing when i matter.”

he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. you know he hates this side of you, the part that lashes out when things don’t go your way, but right now, you don’t care.

“im saying no because it’s not safe. you don’t see the bigger picture.” he says, his voice hardening slightly.

“don’t give me that fucking bullshit!” you scoff, crossing your arms.

“you think i don’t know what you’re wrapped up in? you think i don’t know how you make all this happen?” you gesture around, the designer bags, the jewelry, the life he’s built for you.

his silence speaks volumes, and it only fuels your rage.

“yn. im being polite with you. please don’t start this shit. and watch your fucking mouth, mama. im being calm.” his eyes growing more irritated and narrow. laughing in his face, you turn on your heels, walking back to the bedroom. disappearing down the lengthy hallway. you could hear the slow pads of connie’s feet following after you.

“fine! fuck you! didn’t wanna fucking go anyways.” you huff under your breath, slamming the tall room door behind you.

the man immediately flings the door back open, pointing to the bed.

“sit down. im not fucking asking you.” his jaw clenched tight.

finding yourself crawling onto the white king sized bed, sitting on your knees. the lacey black lingerie set underneath the red fur peeking through.

“what in the hell is wrong with you today, princess?” his voice is growing agitated and upset.

avoiding his gaze, you can only play with the hem of your clothing, ignoring him fully.

“yea we not about to do this shit.”

before you had a chance to react, he was on the bed, pushing your body backwards, and hovering above you.

“why you actin like this, baby, hm?” you couldn’t help but to melt looking at his eyes. everything about how close he is to you is just turning you on. ignoring him again, he’s starting to get fed up.

“im gonna ask you one more time and after, i don’t wanna hear about it.” his right hand held both your hands in front of you and his left was on the outside of your thigh. you could feel his warmth.

“just want attention, daddy.” you mumble, face whipping to the side. his hand shoots up to fix your chin back his direction.

“uhn uhn, speak up.” gently shaking your head side to side, he’s looking at you gently still.

“i want attention. why are you being such a fucking bitch con?”

immediately regretting your choice of words, the man rears up off your body, fixing his shirt and pants. you rush to sit upright, closing the robe, watching as the man put his shoes on.

“baby, you know i didn’t me-“ you start. he just laughs, walking through the open door. chasing behind him, anxiety creeping up your neck.

“baby, im sorry.” your voice barely above a whisper, watching as he grabs his cars keys, then he’s out the door.

“just calm down, im sure he’s fine.” mikasa chats on the other end of the phone call. you’re using your other phone to repeatedly dial connie’s number, all chances failing.

“what if he’s not though? he wont even answer!” the salivas getting caught in your throat to think he’s upset with you but who else to blame?

“drink a glass of wine and relax! i just talked to him, he’s fine.” you hear onyankopon on the other side of the line.

“what? how? what did he say?” you couldn’t help but to shove all the questions down his throat.

“chill chill. he’s fine, he said he’s heading back home now. go relax, ♡︎.” the man said on the other end of the line.

“okay thank you, i’ll see you guys later.” the phone beeps off.

making your way to the kitchen, you grab a wine glass. hand skimming over the wall collection you and connie built over the years, you pull out a red wine from italy you got last summer. pouring a generous amount, you decide to just bring the bottle to the living room. waiting for the man to walk through your doors.

cuddled underneath a large white blanket, halfway through a movie, you make it more than halfway through the bottle, unfortunately still slightly sober from anxiety.

until the sound of keys being turned broke you from staring off into space.

he slides in, immediately kicking his shoes off and placing them on the rack. he removes his jacket, hand wiping off some lint from the inside off his shirt. your body jerks into a standing position, blanket laying at your feet.

“baby-“ you start.

“room. now.” he doesn’t even look up at you, he just begins to walk down the hallway. shuffling confused and worried behind him, he turns on a single lamp on his side of the bed.

“lay down.”

crossing your arms, standing firmly.

“not until you tell me where you went and why i couldn’t go!” your lips pull into a line and your eyebrows furrowed.

“lay the hell down. if i have to say it again i swear to god you’ll hate me afterwards.”

still standing firm, you’re unmoved and unwilling. fed up, he walks over to you, his height towers you, throwing you over his shoulder. he tosses you onto the bed, yanking off your robe in the process.

“you want attention? strip.” he begins “and if i have to repeat myself this time, ♡︎, you won’t leave this bed tomorrow.” his jaw gripped tight, words spoken through gritted teeth, he was 100% serious.

without hesitation, you pull the set off with ease. he smiles before digging in his nightstand. pulling out two pairs of fuzzy pink handcuffs and your sleep mask. plopping everything down beside you, you feel his strong hands pick up up from under your arms, pressing your back against the cold bedframe. he reaches behind him, grabbing the supplies. cuffing both your arms to the posts, he gives you a small kiss before covering your eyes.

“connie why are you doing this?” voice unable to hold water, you were a mix of turned on and scared. you knew how he could treat you when he was this angry.

his hand goes back into the nightstand, all you can hear is him place it down beside you. the rattling from his belt being undone causes a reflex in your lower region, clamping your legs closed to gain some kind of traction. you can hear the laugh come from your fiance.

“don’t worry baby, you’re about to get all the attention you wanted.” the sound of his belt buckle hitting the ground followed by the sound of him removing his pants.

before you could try to listen for anything else, all you feel is his lips pressed against your pussy and his hands keeping your knees spread. his tongue licks long strides up and down, from your entrance to the throbbing, swollen bud. his lips pucker around your clit, giving it a few gentle tugs and licks. his hands move close to your core, squeezing every inch of your thighs, humming into your warmth.

“oh- shit con.” moaning, you start to feel a little vibration start to happen. “what’s that-“

he put the vibrator flush against your clit, using his tongue to pump slowly in and out of your clenching hole. flailing against the restraints, you can’t help but to cry out for him.

“please- please daddy, fuck me. im sorry i swear, please.” you feel him pinch the inside of your thigh, causing you to flinch a little.

“don’t tell me what the fuck to do. im gone take you how i want you.” he goes back to abusing your pussy, face covered in your slick and his spit. he’s always been obsessed with eating you. removing one of his hands from your leg, he begins to use his long slender fingers inside while he took turns sucking your clit and then replacing it with the vibrator.

you can’t see anything but little stars floating across the darkness of your eye covering. the intense feeling in your abdomen building up. his fingers slide in and out agonizingly slow, tongue writing love spells on your swollen bud.

“shit connie im gonna- oh fuck!” your body begins to shake as you release. that doesn’t stop him. he continues, his mouth attached to you, unable to pull away.

“that’s my girl. give me some more of that shit, come on baby. this what you wanted right?” his mouth forms an o-shape, licking at the swollen bud while humming. you try to force your knees together, only for him to pin you down into a middle spilt. every inch of you was being sucked, licked, and bitten.

he pulls the vibrator back out, hooking his fingers into you, teasing your g-spot while his other hand switched modes on the wand.

“pretty ass pussy baby. she so wet for me, didn’ even have to do much. yeah, i feel it. make a mess, cum all over my fingers baby.”

the mix of the vibrations, connie’s fingers slowly fucking your hole, and the way he talked to you, you came undone. again. body shriveling up in overstimulation, you can only feel him turn the vibrations off, hoping to be done with this whole thing. you’re already fucked out and a mess.

“fuck baby, youre so filthy for me. but i don’t think im satisfied, ma.” you shake your head a little, knowing that you fucked up. repositioning a pillow under your butt, the man reattaches his lips, going slower than he ever had. mouth frozen in an o shape, you couldn’t help but to cry out.

“it’s too much daddy, be nice!” you cry, eyes brimming with tears, feeling as his warm, wet tongue slowly circles your swollen clit.

“mm- mm.” he offers in a hum, extending his arms up to play with your nipples, tugging gently at them. it seemed like his tongue never stopped moving, sometimes slipping into your clenching hole to collect more of your wetness. the burn in your stomach was intense. you could barely breathe, only pushing out large exhales of air, moans strangled in there alone the string of ‘please’s and ‘fuck’s.

he was eating you like it was a competition and he wanted that fucking gold.

“again, again, connie oh- fuuck.” you’re now full blown crying. the orgasm shaking your body beyond control. the man gently pulls away, softly running his hands around your body. his hands remove your blindfold, wiping some of the fallen tears. the readjustment to light wasn’t too bad but once you saw his face, he just gives you a look.

“im- fine.” you choke out, tears still rolling. he laughs a little, wiping your face before standing and using his should to wipe his.

“im giving you two minutes.”

you swore those two minutes went by quicker than a hellcat in atlanta traffic.

he was now pinning your knees to your ears, dropping his throbbing cock inside you slowly, bottoming out. you let you a cry, in pure bliss. he pulls out quickly, slamming back into you. the sound of sex filled the room.

“pussy so fucking good. taking that shit so good.” he throws his head back, mercilessly pounding into you. he pulls out of you slowly, before pushing back into you. your hands grip at the chains of the handcuffs, bracing yourself for the man’s abuse on your hole. the veins of his cock rubbing the inside of your gummy walls. without warning , you’re squirting all over his dick, making a mess of the bed in the process.

“daddy! i’m sorry!”

“it’s too late for that shit now. let me take these off you.” he reaches up, undoing the cuffs swiftly before tossing them to the side. thinking youre free, you try to roll off the bed, only to be caught by him.

he tosses you over onto all fours, grabbing your arms from your side so your face down into the mattress.

“you know i love you right?” he asks, gripping both your wrists firmly behind your back.

“yes baby i know.” you say, head tilted to the side.

“good cause im about to treat you like i dont.”

slamming into you, he’s relentless. the tip of his cock abusing your poor cervix, digging completely into you. large hands grab hold of your breast, chest stuck in a heavy breathing pattern.

pounding into you, not letting up, you know he’s pissed. trying your hardest to pull away to give yourself so slack, he yanks you back into his length by the wrist.

“nah whatchu’ running for? this what you wanted right? you wanted me to fuck you like this, huh? you gone take this dick.”

he could feel you clenching around him, the slick dripping from your abused hole to to your ass. he could feel how close you were.

“ooo shit, let that shit go baby. imma fucking cum.”

your hands dig into his arms instinctively, eyes rolled to the back of your head, saliva spilling from the sides of your mouth in euphoria. it was so much yet you never wanted it to end. babbling nonsense and hitting connie with the palms of your hand, you release over him, again.

he delivers a few more thrusts, violating your cunt, sopping up every second of being inside you until he’s filling you up.

pulling away from his position, your body lay unmoving.

“was that enough attention for you?” climbing to your side, his large arms pulls you on-top of him. placing gentle kisses to your head, he rubs his hand along your back, giving you a small massage.

“im sorry.”

“shh, it’s all fine now baby.”

connie cleaned the both of you up, tossed the sheets in the wash, replaced them with new sheets he bought while out, and even prepared a small dinner. sitting on the couch, both heads in a silk bonnet, watching love island.

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nekonaps0 · 8 days ago

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Not sure if you would want to write this or not but first years turned into animals? Platonic if possible. Please and thank you. I understand if you don’t want to write this. I understand it’s weird.

Who’s the good boy?

✦characters: first years

✦gn!reader

✦(So chaotic so weird! Love it! Don’t worry sweetheart that’s a safe space to be weird ✨)

Ace Trappola

You found him lounging on your bed, sprawled on his back with one paw over his face like some dramatic prince.

“Ace?”

 “Meoww.”

 “...Of course you’re a cat.”

He was an orange tabby, smug and lazy… but his eyes gave him away. That mischievous glint, the twitch of his tail whenever you scolded him. It was so him.

Ace kept knocking things off your desk. Pencils? Gone. Teacup? Smashed. Your dignity? Barely hanging on.

But whenever you left the room, he'd follow you, brushing against your legs, purring like a motorboat. You even caught him curling up on your pillow when you weren’t looking.

“You're lucky you’re cute,” you muttered one night, wrapping a blanket around his small frame.

 “Meoww.” (Translation: Duh.)

The morning he turned back, he was still curled up on your bed, now fully human and using your pillow.

“...Did you miss me, or what?” he grinning.

 “You licked my cheek to wake me up... and your breath smelled like tuna…”

 “No proof!”

Deuce Spade

You were halfway to class when a blue eyed puppy barreled into your legs and nearly knocked you over. It whined and pawed at your shoes until you picked it up and realized from the awkward, sheepish look that it was definitely Deuce.

He tried to act like a tough guard dog at first, barking at anyone who got too close to you. But his little tail wagged every time you praised him, and when you gave him belly rubs? He rolled over immediately and made little happy snorts.

You even caught him trying to “guard” your dorm by sitting on your windowsill and growling at all the squirrels.

“You're supposed to be a delinquent, not a lapdog,” you teased as he licked your cheek.

When he finally turned back, he sat there on the floor with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“Thanks for taking care of me. I-It wasn’t weird, right? I wasn’t... uh... weird stuff too much, was I?”

You just laughed and handed him a dog biscuit.

“Old habits die hard.”

Jack Howl

You weren’t too surprised when Jack became a majestic white furred wolf. Tall, proud, and very, very awkward and he clearly can’t turn back.

He refused to step foot in your dorm at first, choosing to sit guard outside like a silent protector. But when the cold night rolled in and you coaxed him inside with warmth and quiet words, he slowly curled up on the rug near your bed.

You fed him meat, brushed his thick fur (which he tolerated with dignity), and even made him a makeshift collar with his name on it and when you put that on him… you get a pretty annoyed glare.

Jack followed you everywhere, always just behind you, always watching. And when you stumbled on the stairs one day, he immediately caught you with his body.

“Even as a wolf, you’re still the most dependable guy I know,” you chuckled.

When he transformed back, kneeling beside your bed with hair tousled and eyes wide, he murmured

“...Thanks for trusting me. And sorry for chewing on your bed leg…”

“YOU CHEWED WHAT?!”

Epel Felmier

He was so fluffy. And so mad.

“Epel...? You’re a bunny?”

 “Squeak!” (Translation: This is humiliatin’.)

Tiny puffball of white fur, with lavender eyes full of rage. You made the mistake of cooing at him, and he thumped his back foot in protest. But you could tell—he appreciated the soft bedding, the constant attention, and the carrot sticks (even if he pretended to refuse them).

You caught him staring longingly at your TV remote and realized he was trying to leap up to watch some movie. You lifted him to the couch and sat with him through the whole thing.

“You’re kinda cute like this, you know.”

 “Squeak-squeak!” (Translation: Ah swear I will bite you.)

When he turned back, you found a flushed, grumpy Epel clutching the carrot plush you bought him.

“If you tell Vil I sat in yer lap, I’ll deny it till I die.”

 “Don’t worry. I have pictures.”

 “Y/N!!.”

Sebek Zigvolt

You’d barely opened the door when a high pitched bark exploded in your face. A tiny green furred pup stood there yapping at you with ferocious energy, tail wagging like mad. You blinked.

“Sebek?”

He barked again clearly offended and kept jumping in place, trying to assert dominance despite being the size of your shoe.

You tried to pick him up, and he squirmed. But when you scolded him and told him to behave, he whimpered and sat down obediently.

You wrapped him in a towel, gave him water, and listened to his little yaps whenever anyone came near you. He somehow managed to lecture other animals while being a third their size.

You caught him standing guard on your desk at night, making little huffing sounds as if he were guarding royalty.

“You’re really trying to protect me… even now,” you whispered, brushing a hand through his fur.

When the magic faded, he transformed back mid-bark—and froze, blushing hard.

“H-Human! I demand you erase the memory of me sitting in your lap and everything at once!”

You just smirked. “Not a chance, Sebek. But don’t worry—you were adorable.”

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iceunhie · 11 months ago

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— phaethetically in love !

premise. belle thinks her brother is the most oblivious person in sixth street. the reason? one: because his (super obvious) crush on you is practically the worst kept secret in new eridu, and two: because he can't even see that said crush is reciprocated! good thing he has one (1) amazing, wonderful, nosy sister to help him out, yeah?

or, belle thinks the two of you are a prime example of an s tier romance movie; and she really wants to skip to the final arc already.

pairing. wise x gn!reader.

warnings: kinda ooc wise (i just started the game), wise is a loser (lovingly), belle is an instigator (proudly), comedy, facepalm moments.

a/n: for @vxnuslogy and @milksnake-tea bc yes wise kissers yes

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“you're in love with [name], aren't you?”

like all siblings in the world—or what's left of it, belle schemes.

(against wise, of course. obviously.)

her brother bursts into a mess immediately, nearly spilling his cup ramen all over his new shirt, chopsticks sticking out. laughing nervously. general chop would not be proud. “who told you that? i mean— haha, who said that, belle?”

his sister rolls her eyes. “me, myself. i.” she emphasizes, leaning her elbows against the table and putting her palms together; the grin she wears right now is so serene, but not in the angelic, nice way. belle smiles and wise finally thinks, oh. my sister may need to book herself to the closest self-help guru in new eridu.

“i have reason to believe that you, my dearest brother, are in love with [name].”

her voice goes up an octave at the last bit, leading wise to stuff her mouth with potato chips. already, heads have turned. “mff.”

“keep your voice down! and stop broadcasting it to everyone here-”

“what, i am right, aren't i? they clearly like you back, so why haven't you confessed yet?”

“keep. your. voice. down.” wise says, and belle's shit eating grin only widens as she sees her brother's ears tinged with pink. “and... how did you even know that?” he asks, mortified.

“well, one: because it's obvious—like, have you seen how obvious you are?” belle huffs, taking a bite of the potato chip with force (personal grudges are involved). “and two, because they like you back, dummy!”

because when belle sees the two of you together, it's like wise focuses on no one else. you are the center of his world—and he is just being pulled to bask in your light. his eyes soften like they melt only for you, and wise looks like all he is is, all he wants to be, is to belong with you.

(and, wise likes to stare at you for ungodly amounts of time. belle even caught him staring when you were petting a cat by the street and decided to name the stray ‘wise’; courtesy of him, apparently. the cat literally just had grey fur.

“wise.”

“hm?”

“you're practically spawning heart eyes now.”)

it's sickening. (in a oh my god my brother is in love kind of way, mind you.)

“so!” belle says, a devilish sparkle in her eyes. “allow your dearest sister to help you out, 'kay?”

wise nearly coughs up blood.

“what?!”

so at present, belle compiles her (hastily written) list of romantic moments you and wise have shared. she's not surprised—the number can be counted on one hand. diabolical, disappointing, world-ending! she resists the urge to cough up blood.

first, a coff cafe date with tin man's help: a fail. tin man's wingman capabilities were very superb, but she never heard the end of it when wise was lecturing her about how tin man kept sending over heart shaped desserts and little fortune cookies. the fortune cookies in question which said ‘you can do it!’ and a latte with art of caricature tin man making a heart. (you were very confused). belle thought it was motivating. wise thought it was mortifying.

next, even instilling help from fairy to calculate statistics about what event would you two be likely to be together. fairy said, and belle quotes: “probably never. that kind of pining's for the long run, with the other master's current experience. give it a year or six, master.”

so, she's currently face-palming.

did her brother really have zero game? why were the two of you just dancing around each other?! she's tried everything—from letting you two spend more time with each other in commissions, her inviting you over more to leave you to chat with her brother, and even the entirety of sixth street has lent their aid! how were you two not dating yet?!

“didn't they go on an arcade date at random play yesterday?” belle mutters. “that should've increased your progress by a long mile, bro! even general chop said you two were really, really close in the noodle shop....”

just what was she going to do now? at this rate, her brother would be relationshipless in no time! in fairy's words again, it would be phaethetic. and that would be a phaethal blow on her pride.

“...master, i said no such thing.”

“well, now you did.”

“The Ethereal Reckoning,” there's a pep in your step, the boxes full of movie DVDs in your arms as you walk back to the movie store. it was heavy, but at least you got to walk with the grey-haired proxy beside you. “That movie was great! Thanks for recommending it to me.”

Sporting a dopey, lovesick grin in response, wise nods at that, content to listen to your voice. it was actually belle's idea to let you lend movies you like over so the two of you could talk about it back and forth. wise would need to (begrudgingly) treat her to a bowl of ramen later on.... she saved him—he probably wouldn't even be talking to you for this long at this point, let alone hang out with you without her. for someone so nosy, he guesses his sister was a pretty good wingwoman.

“the main character was pretty similar to billy, you know?” you ramble on as wise listens. “i mean, because they were an android too, and...”

he finds that he's content to listen to anything you say, really. (right now he doesn't really know what you're saying, something about a horror ethereal movie, but you could just tell him anything and he would listen).

“i feel like the heroine's death was unnecessary, though.” you sigh, “too much tension just for it to end like that? how anticlimactic.”

your voice was so nice, so warm and easy to listen to, and wise can't even say anything to retort, simply staring with a growing (lovesick) smile on his face. talking to people was hard work, and talking to you? it might just make him combust.

“...ise? wise?”

“ah, huh?” he snaps out of his trance, only to find you mere inches away from his face, the only thing keeping you apart the boxes full of movies he's carrying. “...!”

“are you listening?” you furrow, and someone really might be out to get him right now because in that moment, wise flinches from the proximity, bumping into you.

then, because the universe thinks his life couldn't get more dramatic than it already was—you stagger, about to fall forward.

he moves before he thinks. “watch out!”

and wise.... practically astral-projects to another plane when he feels you fall into his arms, his hands on your waist. he can feel the warmth of your skin on his, the flustered look on your face. (he feels like he's going to die).

the two of you lock eyes for a moment, and wise feels like he's about to so something very stupid and his hands are still on your waist—

“....”

“.....”

someone save him.

“ah...”

“sorry!” you recover first, hurriedly letting yourself pull away from him (much to his disappointment). “i wasn't looking, and i- are you okay, wise?”

“no, no, it's fine.... i-i'm fine....” he hopes his voice isn't as small as it is, he couldn't be smooth to save his life; and wise helps you gather your bearings, his hands brushing against yours, blood rushing to his ears. sheepishly rubbing at his nape. “sorry, i was distracted.”

perhaps in the mood to lift the atmosphere, you sputter out, “no worries! it's fine! besides, you listened to me all this time.... i really enjoyed the movie, really.”

“of course i'll listen.” and before wise can think to stop his traitor of a mouth, the words spill out of his lips like it always wanted to be.

“you're worth paying attention to.”

it's automatic—your face heats up, warming like the sun on a hot day in new eridu, and god, he is such an idiot-

“you think so?” wise gulps. you looked bashful, and were way too adorable right now, and his face felt like it was on fire.... wait, that's not the point! he has to answer you, at least. this is a chance to make progress!

“y-yeah. definitely. i enjoyed... watching the movie with you.” he says. did his voice just crack just now? “we can hang out more often too, even without belle.”

he feels bad for throwing his sister under the bus like that, but—wait, did he just ask you out on a date? (accidentally)

well, it didn't matter because wise feels like he won the lottery right now, because you brighten up immediately. “really?”

then you cough and compose yourself. “i mean, sure! i'm sure it'll be fun, haha...”

awkward silence ensues. uh oh, did he say something wrong? was he too forward? he wants to say something, but something is lodged in his throat, and wise can't bring up a response. (his heart was beating like crazy right now, though).

“uh...”

“....”

then, something soft brushes against the side of his cheek. as fast as it was felt, wise felt the sensation leave just as easily. did you just-?

you just kissed him. on the cheek.

“thanks for hanging out with me, wise.”

“you're welcome- wha- huh?!” he nearly drops the stack of dvd's he was holding. you pull away, an enigmatic smile on your face. face flushed.

before he can even respond, the two of you finally arrive at the movie store. damn it, gods of the world. why did his luck run out now?

“i guess this is your stop.” he blinks, your voice coming back to him. “and, wise?”

“ah, uh, yeah?”

“it's a date, then?” your eyes sparkle and shine a light through his heart. super effective!

is this really happening? is he really going on a date with you—oh, he's so thrilled he could actually burst into song and kick his feet, but belle would tease him ruthlessly after. nosy sisters were so much work....

“yes!” he almost yells it out, but because he didn't want to look uncool in front of you, wise composes himself. play it cool, play it cool. don't mess up this chance! “yes, definitely. it's... it's a date.”

you put down the other stack of dvd's down the table, flashing him a dizzying, lovely smile smile. wise swears he falls even harder for you.

“then it's a date.”

BONUS.

“seriously?! you're going on a date with them?!” belle shouts, so unceremoniously that wise slaps a hand on her mouth.

“not so loud! but, yeah.” he says, face heating up. “your plan worked, sis.”

“yes! yes! finally!” his sister practically cheers, “i can finally be free of your sickening heart eyes... and finally, our street's most anticipated couple is here!”

wise can't help but sigh in fond exasperation. he guesses he'll let her have this one today.

“also, belle?”

“what?”

“you didn't tell anyone about this, did you?”

...

“uhh....”

(on the day of the date, wise receives an abnormal amount of good luck posters. he also gets a disturbing amount of thumbs up from the neighbors.

the last straw? tin man, giving him a baked cake with the words ‘rooting for you!’ covered in pink heart sprinkles.

he facepalms. belle...!)

a/n: d d do you guys get it..... phaethetically...... phaethon..... wise is phaethon and he's awkward in love lol hahahahaha (💀)

@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.

#mhie's spirals #—stellaronhvnters #zzz x reader #zenless zone zero x reader #wise x reader #zenless zone zero wise x reader #zzz wise x reader #zenless zone zero #zzzero #zzz #self insert #x yn #copied illu's tags for this i love u user milksnake-tea (milk 😼)

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ducksido · 3 months ago

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Hai! Could u possibly make a Idia x reader fic where reader gets accidentally turned into a cat during a potion fuck up (ahem ahem ace) and ran to Idia since they’re like dating and then Idia is like wow! The kitty is very cute and nice and like fluffy

Ysyyayasyyayayaya

Cat-tastrophe in Ignihyde

(OOH BOY! *read in mickey mouse voice* This was a long one! But i love it 😺💕)

You were having an okay day. That is, until Ace happened. During a demonstration Crewel was doing to the class on how to make an awakening potion, Ace was messing around while Deuce and you tried stopping him, he added random things he found, then Deuce grabs his arm to stop him but Ace jerks and accidently knocks the cauldron. Right onto you. (ouch)

“Oops.”

"Oops? ACE, WHAT DO YOU MEAN—" Your words cut off as a dizzy spell overtook you, your limbs suddenly feeling way too small. The world around you spun and grew impossibly large, the potions classroom stretching into a towering labyrinth of desks and cauldrons.

When the dizziness faded, you tried to speak again, but instead of words, a small, indignant mew left your mouth.

Oh. Oh no.

Ace blinked at you, then burst into laughter. "Oh, man, this is so not my fault!"

You swiped a paw at his ankle, hissing. Of course this was his fault. You should’ve known better than to let him mess with potions unsupervised.

“Okay, okay! We just—uh—need to fix this! Before Crewel finds out and skins me alive!”

But you weren’t sticking around for that. Nope. Absolutely not. You were not going to be some test subject while Ace scrambled to fix his mistake. So, you did the first thing that came to mind: you bolted.

You darted between legs, leapt over bags, and made it out of the classroom before Ace could even think about catching you. Your paws pattered against the stone halls of Night Raven College as you sped towards the one place you knew you’d be safe—Idia’s room.

Idia was having a normal day—well, as normal as it could get for a shut-in gaming enthusiast with crippling social anxiety. He was curled up in his chair, controller in hand, deep into an online raid when he heard it.

A small, insistent scratching at his door.

He frowned, pushing his headset down. "Huh?" He wasn't expecting anyone. Ortho always just floated in. No one else ever came to his room.

Another scratch.

Slowly, he rolled his chair over and cracked the door open, only for something small and fluffy to dart inside, weaving between his legs.

"What the—?" He turned just in time to see a cat—no, the cutest cat he had ever seen—flop onto his rug like it owned the place. Its fur was soft-looking, its ears twitching slightly as it blinked up at him with the biggest, most familiar eyes.

“Wait, wh—?” Idia felt his brain short-circuit. Where did this adorable little guy come from? His heart pounded as the cat rolled over and stretched, letting out a small, contented mrrp.

He was weak. He was so weak.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, slowly sinking to the floor. “You’re so cute.”

The cat gave him a smug look.

Idia hesitated for a second before tentatively reaching out. When the cat didn’t bolt, he gently scratched behind its ears. The purr that rumbled from its chest was instant.

"This is fine," he mumbled, cheeks dusting pink. "This is totally fine. New best friend acquired. I didn't even have to leave my room. Achievement unlocked."

The cat—you—sighed, clearly exasperated, and then, in a moment of absentmindedness, batted at his controller with a very familiar level of irritation.

Idia froze.

The way you huffed. The way you swatted his stuff when you were annoyed. The look in your eyes.

His brain ran through the possibilities. There was no way this was a coincidence.

“…Y/N?” His voice was quiet, but the way your ears perked told him everything.

You gave him an exasperated look, as if saying, About time, idiot.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, staring at you in horror. "Y/N, what the hell happened to you?!"

You flicked your tail and gave a pointed glare, trying to communicate the words: Ace. Potion. Fix it.

Idia groaned, running a hand down his face. "Of course it was Ace. I should've known."

Still, he couldn't deny—while this was an absolute disaster—you were an incredibly cute cat.

He coughed, ears turning red. "W-Well, uh... at least you’re cute?"

You smacked his knee with your paw.

"Ow! Okay, okay, I'll help fix this!" He quickly grabbed his tablet, typing away. "I'll find a cure, I swear. Just—just don't tell anyone I was calling you cute, okay?!"

You gave him a slow blink—the cat equivalent of a smug grin. Oh, he was never living this down.

Idia was still reeling from the realization that his adorable new feline companion was actually you, his partner, when you decided to make yourself even more comfortable.

You stretched lazily, then strutted across his room, tail flicking as you inspected your surroundings. Idia watched, wide-eyed, as you jumped onto his bed with an effortless grace that made him momentarily forget that this was you and not just a random cat.

"Y/N," he muttered, half-exasperated, half-in-awe, "you’re really leaning into this whole ‘cat’ thing, huh?"

You ignored him, settling down in the middle of his pillow.

Idia gawked. "My pillow?! Bro, I—? That’s where I sleep! Wait, do cats even have hygiene—never mind, I don’t wanna know."

You rolled onto your back, stretching luxuriously before flicking your tail in a way that told him you were absolutely staying right there.

Idia groaned, burying his face in his hands. “This is some kind of cosmic punishment. I must've triggered a bad RNG roll.”

A moment later, he peeked through his fingers and saw you happily kneading his blanket. His heart nearly exploded on the spot.

"You're so cute, I—" He clutched his chest like he was taking critical damage. "I might actually die."

You purred, clearly pleased with yourself.

About ten minutes later, after typing frantically on his tablet to find a solution (Why are there no ‘how to turn your s/o back from a cat’ guides? People turn into cats way too often at this school), Idia hesitated. His golden eyes darted to his desk. More specifically, to a small, unopened pouch sitting next to a pile of gaming snacks.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across his face.

"...I wonder," he murmured to himself.

He picked up the bag, inspecting it. It was a souvenir Ortho had given him after a visit to a pet shop—an impulse purchase "just in case" Idia ever decided to befriend an animal.

Catnip.

His fingers twitched. Would it work on you? Would it just make you relaxed, or would you go full-on feral? There was only one way to find out.

He opened the pouch.

The second the scent hit your nose, you froze. Your ears twitched. Your tail went stiff for a moment, then swayed.

Idia watched in rapt fascination as you slowly turned your head toward him, eyes locked onto the pouch like it contained the secrets of the universe.

"Oh. Oh my god." He grinned, shaking the bag slightly. “Do you want it, Y/N~?”

You stood up so fast that it was honestly alarming.

Idia let out a choked laugh. “No way. No way this actually—”

You pounced.

"GAH!" Idia barely had time to yelp as you launched yourself at his hand, batting at the pouch with wild enthusiasm. He scrambled back, cackling. “W-Wait, hold on, I thought you’d just sniff it! I didn’t think you’d go feral!”

But you were too far gone. You rolled on the floor, rubbing against the tiny bit of catnip that had fallen out, wriggling and pawing at it like an absolute menace.

Idia wiped a fake tear from his eye, biting back laughter. “This… this is the greatest day of my life.”

About fifteen minutes later, your wild catnip-fueled rampage slowed to a crawl. Your tail flicked weakly, your body sprawled lazily across Idia’s lap. The effect had definitely worn off, and now you just felt so tired.

Idia, still grinning, scratched behind your ears absentmindedly. “So… how’s it feel to get wrecked by a tiny green plant?”

You weakly swiped at his arm.

“Pfft, yeah, yeah, I deserve that.” He hummed, looking down at you, still curled up in his lap. "Y'know, this might actually be a little too dangerous. If you stay a cat too long, I might get too used to this. Having a little Y/N cat sleeping in my room all the time? Kinda OP."

You gave him a tired glare.

Idia smirked, brushing a finger under your chin. "No take-backs. You did this to yourself."

You grumbled, but the warmth of his lap, the gentle scratching, and the lingering effects of the catnip had you too exhausted to fight back. You closed your eyes, purring lightly.

Idia's face burned red. “Oh my god. I’m so keeping a picture of this.”

He quickly snapped a photo before setting his tablet aside and leaning back in his chair.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fix this,” he murmured, resting his hand on your back. “But, uh… maybe stay like this for a little longer? Just for a bit?”

You flicked your tail in response.

You'd let him have this one—for now.

Idia was in absolute heaven.

You, his s/o, his beloved, his partner-in-crime (and now, thanks to Ace, his temporary pet), were curled up in his lap, fast asleep. Your tiny, fluffy form rose and fell with each slow breath, and the softest little purrs rumbled against his legs.

He was paralyzed. Not out of fear, but because if he moved even a millimeter, you might wake up—and there was no way he was risking that.

His hands hovered above you, twitching, unsure if he should keep petting you or just admire the sheer cuteness of you passed out in his lap.

"This is the best day of my life," he whispered to himself.

And then, the door slammed open.

“Idia Shroud.”

The sharp, commanding voice of Professor Crewel cut through the room like a dagger. Idia yelped, nearly jumping out of his chair. You stirred slightly in his lap but remained asleep, only flicking an ear at the noise.

Crewel strode inside, exuding his usual presence of strict authority, a vial of glowing liquid in hand. His sharp eyes locked onto Idia, then to the cat curled up on his legs. He raised an eyebrow.

“So it’s true,” Crewel said, crossing his arms. “You were harboring them.”

“Wha—?!” Idia flailed, trying to cover your tiny form with his hands protectively. “I wasn’t harboring them, I was—! I mean, they came to me—! Look, can we just not right now? They’re sleeping.”

Crewel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, it’s time to fix this nonsense. I have the cure.” He lifted the vial. “Give them this, and they’ll return to normal immediately.”

Idia hesitated, glancing down at you. You were still out cold, your little paws twitching in your sleep, your head resting against his stomach like you were the most comfortable thing in the world.

His fingers clenched. His inner gremlin was fighting a war with his rational side.

On one hand, this was your body. You’d probably be mad if he delayed the cure.

On the other hand…

You were so tiny. So fluffy. So perfectly curled up in his lap, and he would never get this chance again.

He swallowed hard before looking up at Crewel, eyes pleading.

“…Can I just have five more minutes?”

Crewel blinked.

“…No.”

“Please?” Idia practically begged, gripping his hoodie like a desperate NPC pleading for an extra side quest reward. “Just five more minutes. Please, Professor, I—I have social anxiety! This is the first time someone has ever willingly sat in my lap, and it might never happen again! Let me just have this!!”

Crewel stared at him, completely unimpressed. “You do realize they’re not a real cat, right?”

“Obviously, but look at them!” Idia gestured wildly at your tiny form. “They trust me. They fell asleep on me. I—I think this is what peace feels like, Professor. Let me have this moment before I return to my life of social avoidance and gaming-induced back pain.”

Crewel sighed heavily, rubbing his temple. “…Three minutes.”

Idia gasped. “R-Really?!”

“Three.” Crewel’s glare sharpened. “No more.”

Idia immediately shut his mouth, nodding rapidly. “Yessir. Three minutes. Got it.”

Crewel watched with mild exasperation as Idia gingerly leaned back in his chair, gently stroking your fur, his expression one of pure, unfiltered bliss. He muttered something about this being the ultimate SSR-tier event, and Crewel decided to ignore it.

Exactly three minutes later, Crewel handed over the vial, and Idia—very, very reluctantly—administered the cure.

A few seconds passed, and then—POOF.

The next thing you knew, you were human again, sprawled across Idia’s lap in a very compromising position, your face just inches from his.

You blinked. “...Huh?”

Idia’s entire face turned beet red.

Crewel cleared his throat. “Get a room.”

“TH-THIS IS MY ROOM—!!” Idia sputtered.

You groaned, sitting up. “Ugh… my head…” You looked down at yourself, finally registering that you were back. “Oh, thank the Great Seven—I'm human again!”

Idia, still bright red, stared at you, looking oddly conflicted.

“…You good?” you asked.

He pouted. “I… I kinda miss the cat version of you.”

You blinked at him. Then smirked. “Oh? You liked me being a cat, huh?”

“You were cute, okay?!” Idia blurted, pulling his hood over his face. “Like, dangerously cute. I—I almost asked Ortho if I could keep you forever!”

You burst into laughter. “Wow, I leave for five minutes, and you’re already trying to domesticate me.”

Crewel sighed, already heading for the door. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear any of that.”

As he left, you turned back to Idia with a teasing grin. “Y’know, if you really miss it, maybe next time I’ll just act like a cat for a day.”

Idia choked. “D-Don’t joke about that!!”

You flicked his nose. “No promises, gamer boy.”

And with that, Idia buried his face in his hands, fully prepared to die from sheer embarrassment.

Idia was not okay.

His brain was still buffering from the absolute whiplash of events—one moment, he was cradling the cutest cat he had ever seen, and the next, you were back in human form, sitting on his lap, teasing him about his undeniable weakness for you in cat form.

And now?

Now you were staring at him with that mischievous glint in your eyes—the one that told him you were about to destroy him.

His face was already burning from embarrassment, but when you suddenly leaned in, his entire body went into panic mode.

“W-W-Wait—!”

Too late.

Your lips pressed softly against his flaming cheek, a quick but deliberate little kiss right on the pinkest part of his face.

Critical hit. Super effective. Idia is now completely incapacitated.

His entire system shut down. His eyes widened, his body went completely rigid, and for a moment, it looked like he forgot how to breathe. Then—

POOF.

His fire head completely went pink as he fully malfunctioned.

You giggled. “Wow. I didn’t know a person could actually be a heat generator.”

Idia let out a high-pitched, unintelligible noise, his hands slamming over his face as he curled inward like a dying spider. “W-Why—why would you—what kind of ultra-rare death event is this?!”

You grinned. “What? You’re telling me you can handle cat-me sleeping on you, but you can’t handle one little kiss?”

“That was different!” Idia wailed, rocking slightly as he tried to process what just happened. “C-Cat-you didn’t—! You weren’t—! GAHHH, my stats weren’t ready!!”

You laughed, leaning against his shoulder. “Too bad. No do-overs.”

Idia groaned dramatically, completely melting under the weight of his own embarrassment. “I-I need to log out of real life. I need a restart. Ortho, bring me my emergency blanket—I need to respawn!!”

You just smiled, resting your head against his shoulder. “Nope. You’re stuck with me.”

Idia let out a pathetic little whimper, completely powerless against your affection.

Honestly? He didn’t even mind.

#twst x reader #twst #twst wonderland #twst yuu #idia x yuu #twst idia #idia shroud #twisted wonderland idia #idia x reader #idia twst #idia twisted wonderland #idia x you #twst ace #twisted wonderland deuce #twst crewel

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theesirenteller · 10 days ago

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We Live Like Savages.🔞

Modern day! Stack & Smoke x OC!Kamari.

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ sᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ sᴍᴏᴋᴇ ʜɪʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇs.

“Everything checks out. Both of them have no domestic violence charges or sexual assault. But as always, watch yourself because the amount of charges against both of them for battery, murder, and robbery is astounding.” Jerrall informed Kamari through the webcam screen.

Jerrall Wright was a hacker from Nigeria but made his fortune in America helping various politicians and Ceos. Being around those types of men made it easy for Kamari to cross paths with Jerrall and build her own connection with him. Her clientele had changed drastically since working with Jerrall. He also provided her with a sense of safety and security that had made her more confident walking into sessions with new clients. As a result her profits tripled.

"I will, thank you Jerrall. I'll talk to you soon." Kamari replied before she ended the call. She had been no stranger to clients with violent pasts. From boxers to men in the mafia…they all had something involving violence. And a lot of things got overlooked when it came to collecting as much money as possible.

Three days. Three days it had taken for 'Stack' to secure the appointment and Kamari to prepare for it.Tonight was thee night and there was no backing out. It'd been at least four years since Kamari had taken on two clients at once and the woman couldn't deny the jitters within her stomach. And despite one of her golden rules of not drinking before the job, she broke it in order to calm her nerves. Three dirty Martinis later, Kamari brushed her hands along her rosé oiled body. She wore a velvet bustier in black with a matching high waisted thong. The set was simple but alluring. It gave her pear-shaped figure an appetizing flare due to the way the fabric hugged her curves. Her hair was slicked back into a bun with a crisp middle part down the middle, which she perfected further as she eyed herself in the mirror. In times of getting filthy between the sheets, Kamari kept her appearance for arrival simple and clean.

Her route to travel to Downtown atlanta was a blur due to how mundane it had been. A town car was sent for her so the travel hadn't been anything of interest. She ended up in front of The William hotel nearly an hour later. The brisk winter weather kissed her chubby cheeks and sent chills piercing down her neck; which had caused her stuff her hands into the pockets of her polar-bear fur coat. Kamari strutted into the establishment with her head held high and a nonchalant expression across her face. SHe bypassed the sea of people that crowded the lobby and went straight to the elevators. P6. The sixth penthouse suite. When she had arrived, she was met with a singular hallway and two large black-double doors. The scent of bitterly sweet sativa swept past her nostrils as she grew closer to the door. The deep voice of Stack rapping along with drill beats vibrated off of the door, no doubt coming from a set of speakers. Kamari raised her hand and began firmly knocking on the door.

After a few continuous knocks, the door opened. There stood Stack dressed in a pair of Dior black joggers with the waistband of his crimson-red boxers sticking out. A black durag tied across his head and a fat blunt between his lips. Behind Kamari's shades, she looked him up and down. His bulky lightly-tatted frame was beyond alluring to her. She couldn't wait to lick him up and down. "Hi." she greeted as she slowly removed her shades, her eyes trailing along his body up to his lips as she had done so.

"Wassup." Stack replied as he held eye-contact. His eyes never looked away from hers. And Kamari couldn't help but stare back as she walked inside. Now that they were both standing instead of sitting like the night prior at the club Kamari could see that Stack was a foot and some change taller than her. He had to have been 6 '4 at best."Lemme take ya coat." As Stack got behind her once the door closed Kamari caught a whiff of his rich Christian Louboutin cologne. It was warm, the scent of amber was inviting. The musky undertones of powdery spice and sweet vanilla made her clit throb. The tip of his nose brushed along the side of her neck sending cold chills across her back as he slipped off her coat.

"Can i get you a drink?" The subdued tone of his voice kissing into her ear brought on a jolt of nervousness, excitement.

"Wine, if you have it. Thank you." Kamari turned on her heel with a light-sultry smile across her lips.

" I got you." His bottom lip curled inwards as his dark brown eyes skimmed across her thick frame. 'Thick as hell…got damn' Stack thought himself along with sinister thoughts of breaking her down in various positions.

"Where can I change into something more comfortable?" She asked, ready to undress and reveal herself.

"Bathroom inside the bedroom, Smoke chillin in the living room." Stack replied.

"See you there." Kamari smiled before turning around and stuttering in that direction. She could feel his eyes on her with every step she took. Passing what could be described as either a sitting room or living room; which was both luxurious and generic at the same time. The beige colored sofas and glass tables were a carbon copy of every other penthouse she had ever been to. Even down to the breath-taking view of the city. But, it was still nice.

The bedroom was surprisingly another story. A vibrant shade of red with a Japanese comfort Inn vibe to it due to the double-queen sized bed and golden accented sheets. The bed faced the view of the city. Directly placed in front of the tall windows. Kamari hadn't realized how long she stood there lingering because a warm hand had touched her arm. She looked to her left and her eyes veered up to Smoke. He stood before with glowy bronzed, smooth cocoa butter adorned skin. Dressed in a pair of crimson black silk boxers and a matching black Saint Laurent robe. He smelt of rich kush and cedar-Stacked musk cologne. A hint of mango was there as well from what she could smell. A blunt adorned his heart-shaped lips.

"Hi Smoke." She greeted softly as she looked into his warm brown eyes. Her cheeks started to burn from how hard she blushed when the back of his hand caressed the side of her face. His touch as smooth as butter, His thumb brushed along her bottom lip as a slight smirk curled in the corner of his lips.

"Excuse me for a moment." A mixture of his intense stare and soft touch made her heart race quickly. And just before she made her way into the bathroom, his hand wrapped around her wrist to stop her. His lips pressed against the side of her hand. The two exchanged lingering desire filled looks before she fully went into the restroom.

Kamari discharged her outside clothes and folded them neatly into her LV weekender bag. As she stood in her lingerie set and high YSL heels, she applied a second coat of lipstick. Followed by rolling on perfume oil on the back of her kneecaps, underneath her breasts, the back of her shoulder blades, and the creases of her inner thighs.

'The Zone' by the weeknd ft drake beat through the speakers as Kamari exited the bathroom. Stack and Smoke were seated on the bed passing a freshly rolled blunt between the two of them. A curvy woman shaped bong was placed on the floor between their large feet. The music was loud but Kamari could see Smoke's lips moving as if he were conversing with Stack.

"Come to find out dat bitch Netta tried to rob a nigga.Netta and dat nigga Rory laying six feet deep in piss right now." Stack explained as he sat closely beside Smoke.

"Mo probably behind that shit." Smoke replied in a low tone.

Monica wasn't the type of woman a man should make his main or his woman in general. She was far too thirsty for fame, money, and street cred off the backs of niggas she fucked. He wasn't one to shit-talk someone else's game but it was the acting genuine to get into Stack's heart for her own benefit was what he couldn't fuck with. They all played games but never had feelings involved. That was stated upfront. A slut like Monica trying to go deeper than surface level was what put her in the red zone with Smoke. His attention stayed on her with watch dog eyes. and her friend Symone was no different. Except, she was like a sheep following the wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Oh shit, look at chu' ' Stack whistled as Kamari strutted towards them, his eyes skimming along her figure that looked heavenly underneath the city lights and shining of the moon. Smoke blew a kiss her way followed with a thick cloud of smoke behind his lips. His left hand extended out as he offered her the glass of wine.

"I'd say the same about you but…"Her eyes slithered like snakes along his body before settling onto his eyes, "You're overdressed." she then took a sip from her glass before taking a seat upon both of their laps.

"Come undress me then." Stack challenged. The joint was passed over to him and he proceeded to place it between his lips.

The softness of her cheeks felt like a pillow against their toned, firm thighs. Her attention smoothly transitioned over to Smoke, "You too." she teased with her shoulder nudging against his. A mischievous smirk swept across his lips as his hand grasped at her jaw, nudging her closer as he drew in closer. The moment their lips met, Kamari felt semi-rough finger pads rubbed along her ass followed by firm palming along the thickness of her cheeks. The kiss shared between her and Smoke gave her this fuzzy feeling inside. A hot rumbling sensation within her stomach and chest. His lips were smooth, warm, and soft. Slightly parted against her own with the edge of his tongue tasting the plumpness of her bottom lip, tracing every inch of it. She couldn't help but run her own tongue along his lips. He tasted like aged bourbon; smokey with a strong, intense overtone of vanilla and the dried pineapple due to the joint that once sat between his lips. The way his tongue licked along hers made Kamari release an inaudible moan.

She felt a tight grip to the base of her bun causing her head to tilt back as her hair was tugged. Plumper, fuller lips pressed against her own. Stack's meaty tongue slipped into her mouth as he gripped at the back of her neck. Smoke's eyes flickered down to her ample breasts that her bustier hugged tightly. Soft and inviting. He peeled off the fitted fabric and engulfed her pebbled nipples into his mouth, placing open mouthed kisses against both of her breasts. Sloppily, he sucked against her rose scented skin. Her right hand and fingers ran along his shoulder blades as she and Stack engaged in a messily wet lip lock.

Their tongues plunged as deep as they could get into each other's mouths. Stack's kiss was the complete opposite of Smoke. He was sloppy and rough. Even with Kamari's tongue in his mouth, he overlapped hers. His lips captured her top lip, sucking and biting against it. It made her body grow hot as Smoke's warm tongue against her nipples and breast made her feel as though she was being attacked by both fire and ice at once. It made her clit throb rapidly like a racing heart beat. Kamari had been strung off high new found emotions that when Stack pulled away due to the bluetooth speaker stopping the music because of an incoming call, she whimpered.

"Yo, open shordy up for me." Stack placed a kiss to the side of Kamari's jaw before he stood up, "See you soon gorgeous." and with that made his way out the room.

Nothing stopped his money. And in a way, Stack was like a quarterback, he liked the ball brought to him so that he could come in and make the goal. Smoke was by no means a 'fluffer' but the two carried this mutual respect and had their own unspoken flow. Whichever one of them picked out their target, got to go in for the kill first. Or, in this case get the party started. This time it was Smoke. His arms engulfed her into a firm hold as he flipped Kamari onto her back on the bed.

She arched up on elbows, capturing his lip between hers with a soft bite. "Still overdressed," she mumbled as she released his lip with a tug. Her fingers gripped the edges of his robe and tugged it down. Her soft palms brushed along ebony skin, caressing at his muscles. Kamari trailed open mouthed along the side of his neck while smoke looped his fingers around the edges of her high-waisted thong. The moment he tugged it down her thick thighs with little hassle; was the moment that he wrapped his arms around her thighs and tugged her on top of him. Smoke manhandled the plump woman like a rag doll, tugging and holsting her over his face. Right where he wanted her. The thickness of her thighs warmed the sides of his face like a tight hug.

Smoke nuzzled his face against her smooth, hairless, wet pussy. His tongue slicked down her slit. His gold diamond-ring covered fingers gripped at her ass as he nudged her down closer. Kamari let out low moans as he ravenously sucked on her clit. The tip of his tongue outlined the inner corners of her slit before plunging deep into the center of her wetness. The moment that Smoke sneakily stuck two of his fingers into her pussy from between her cheeks, caused Kamari's hips to jolt forward as she squealed 'oooh' The rarity of Kamari being on the receiving end of oral sex had made her plump punani high-strung off of every miniscule feeling. Every flicker of his tongue made her warm center grow warmer like the August sun. Each time one of his long fingers caressed the edges of her inner walls, her moans grew louder. Her crystal clear nectar began to pour down and fall onto his chin with a splash as Smoke circled his tongue into her pussy. His fingers curled up deeply, scissoring into her wet cunt with a loud 'squish'.

Smoke's lengthy cock pulsated like a second heartbeat and grew larger in size due to the delicate taste of her pussy. The woman above him had an exquisite taste to her that could only be described as; fresh with an undertone of spearmint that could be assumed was from her feminine wash, with her clit having a smooth melt-in-your-mouth texture that poured a sweet-ish nectar. The Downtown Atlanta native ate her out ravenously like a starved man being fed for the first time in a long time. Darting his tongue upwards with his head tilted back, he licked her quickly with circling motioning as his fingers worked in and out lightly and slowly. Curling up his knuckles just enough to ghostly brush against her g spot. He grew almost addicted to the way the feeling of her thighs shaking felt like a head massage to him.

Smoke held onto Kamari so tightly that she couldn't move or rush backward from the pleasure. She was meant to service him. Perhaps perform a bit of 69 yet she couldn't. She could only grasp onto her trembling breasts for support as Smoke caused a fiery pleasure to ignite within her. "Smokee," she moaned out like a lullaby as her vision blurred and the sight of stars took over when she had cum. Reaching her first and second peak in the span of three minutes, back to back had Kamari trembling from head to toe.

When he had loosened his firm hold to her thighs and waist, Kamari slouched backwards and laid between his legs. She could feel his erection poking at her back as she breathed out deeply. Despite the lightheaded feeling she felt, curiosity and lust restored her energy. Kamari straddled Smoke as he rested his hand at the back of her neck and pulled her closer. The moment that their lips met she could taste herself on his mouth. Lips to lips and tongue to tongue, she proceeded to suck her cum off his tongue.The groan released from the depths of his throat caused her clit to pulsate. His large slightly-calloused hands ran along the sides of her body down to her thighs. His fingertips sank into the thickness of her skin as he sat up. Tracing and admiring every curve, every mark of stretched skin and dimple. Smoke found her body to be inviting and held a sense of serenity. His tongue sensually massaged the back of her throat as they kissed sensually. Smoke had Kamari in such a trance with their lip lock that she hadn't noticed that he had removed his last article of clothing. Smoke removed one of his hands from her body and proceeded to reach over to the nightstand to grab a condom.

"Allow me." Kamari whispered an inch away from his lips as she laid her hand on top of his. The challenging smirk on Smoke's lips felt like an invitation. He laid back against the silk sheets with his arms behind his head. His muscles flexed and his brown skin looked heavenly as it illuminated underneath the moonlight.

While Kamari peeled open the condom wrapper with her teeth, she got a chance to admire his naked body. Mainly his dick, which was a sight for sore eyes. It was a rich umber-brown complexion, ten inches in length that was circumcised, cleanly shaven with a six inch girth, and upward hook-like thickly veined tip.

He'd clearly been blessed below and Kamari would've been lying if she didn't admit that she was intimidated by it. It was a clear difference from her fifty and up clientele who passed no longer than four inches in length.

Nonetheless, Kamari was no quitter and slithered the condom on his dick with ease. His length felt heavy within her hands. Her grip was firm as she stroked his thick meat with her palms and fingers, her lips pressed against his curved tip. Where she proceeded to leave smooth & sweet open mouthed kisses, tasting the saltiness of his precum. Her tongue swirled underneath the base before she sucked him into her mouth with a deep inhale. A melodic hiss escaped Smoke's mouth. Her lips pressed up against the sides of his shaft closely as she began to sloppily slurped up and down his thick length. Hollowing her cheeks each time the curve head of his dick would hit the back of her throat.

Smoke being engulfed in the warm heat of her mouth made his hips buckle causing a loud gag to escape Kamari's lips. Her face grew hot as his cock stretched her mouth open with each plunging thrust into her mouth. His hands held a firm grip onto the back of her head, guiding her as low rasped groans escaped his lips. Smoke's locs fell over his eyes as the muscles in his thighs tensed. His length swelled and hardened within her the depths of her throat as she coated his dick in her saliva.

As Stack made his way into the bedroom, his eyes instantly fixed on Kamari's ass that glistened under the moon due to being coated with her wetness. The way she sat on her knees with her plump ass in the air looked nothing less than inviting to him. 'Stacko' he whistled as he approached the bed. His large palm smacked against her ass. Entranced by the way the thickness of her ass jiggled like jelly. Her muffled, choked out whines built the intensity of arousal in the air.

"Damn she real pretty." Stack murmured admiring her pussy as he spread her cheeks apart for a better view. His thumb glided down her slit as he dipped his middle finger inside. The way her warm and wet center sucked him in made his dick harder than it was originally. Arching in his finger, he coated it in her nectar before placing it in his mouth, "Sweet like peaches." he boosted with a deep rasp as he dabbed up Smoke.

Kamari whimpers vibrated against Smoke's cock as she slurped on it. The room suddenly felt hot as arousal was thick in the air. The two men shared menacing smirks as Stack said "I think she ready."

Smoke released his grip from her hair as he grew closer to his release. His hand grasped at the back of her neck before he tugged her up. His thumb swept across her bottom lip, wiping the drool off of it as Kamari fully straddled on top of him. Whilst Stack had focused on slipping the condom onto his own length along with a generous amount of lube.Her legs laid on either side of his thighs as she hovered over his body on all fours. Her breasts brushed against his chest as his hands swept along the sides of her curves. Smoke's right hand swept between them, aligning his fatty tip at her entrance; brushing against her clit teasingly.

As Smoke repeatedly teased her clit by smacking his tip against it, Stack plunged two lube covered fingers into her puckered hole, edging the tight spot open in a scissoring motion.

'a-aaaghh' Kamari let out a yelped whine of pleasure as the two men edged her on. Both of her holes being toyed with at once had caused her toes to begin to curl and her inner thighs to shake.

Stack pressed his hand firmly on her lower back causing Kamari to deeply arch her back and raise her ass higher up against him. Her thighs had spread apart further and as if on cue, both men had thrusted into her at once. Stack's hands gripping firmly at her ass and Smoke's hands on her hips.

"Ooh!...fucck!" Kamari moaned out loudly. A mixture of pain and pleasure fueled within her body.

Smoke stroked his dick deeply into her pussy, his hips rolling up against hers as he plunged in at a sensual pace. The thickness of his length massaged every inch of her walls. His grip on her sides tightening as her soaked center gripped onto him tightly. Her lips pursed and pressed against her right nipple that he tugged between his lips.

Stack's was length thicker than Smokes. He rutted into her at a relentless pace with ball's deep plunging strokes that worked her tight hole open wider. His low redden eyes were fixated on watching how her ass swallowed him whole. Her plump cheeks effortlessly shook, bouncing off his solid muscular abdomen like waves crashing against the rocky shore.

The mixture of sensual and ravenous had Kamari's body trembling. Her body is feverishly hot with overstimulation. She couldn't bounce back nor forward. They'd dominated her body and numbed her mind. Folded and split her for their own pleasure and in return she was being rewarded with her own pleasure. Their growls and grunts blended with her high volume whines and moans like adlibs. Her curvaceous body rocked forward against Smoke's body and back against Stack. Her body had been bent into a downward dog position. One of Smoke's hands grabbing at her right breast and his other hand had a firm hold on her throat to steady her. Three of his fingers plunging into her mouth. 'Fuck' Kamari moaned out as her eyes rolled back. Her hips naturally swayed backwards due to the increased pace of Smoke's rhythmic thrusts.

His fingers pinched at her pebbled nipple, caressing the center of it with the pad of his thumb. His teeth dug into her earlobe nibbling at it as he dug into the depths of her walls. Goosebumps formed across his skin as blood rushed to his lower abdomen making his dick pulsate rapidly inside her drenched center like a second heartbeat. The way her warm walls continued to flutter around his dick and squeeze at his length tightly made Smoke hiss out 'fuck, yo' in her ear. Both of his hands switched over to her breasts, squeezing them tightly.

Kamari's ears began to ring as her nails dug into the sides of Smoke's waist, her face burying into the side of his pillow as she cried and screamed out. 'i'm cummin'-aah!' A mixture of her tears and saliva coating the pillow as her hot cum was squirted across their dicks and painted their balls white. The feeling of pleasure and pain became overwhelming, orgasm ripped out of her one after the other as the loud slaps and claps of their cocks plunging in and out of her wet pussy and ass grew louder.

"Come here sweetness." Stack murmured raspily as he tugged her back by her hair. A firm grip of her now messy bun, he used to roughly pull her back as his climax was near. His right hand began aggressively smacking at her right asscheek as he rammed up into her. Her blushed throbbing hole sucking him in made his thrusts grow more relentlessly.

"What's my name?" he growled into her hair as he tugged at her hair. His hips snapping as his balls slapped against the back of her inner thighs.

"Stack!" Kamari cried out as her g-spot was hit from behind. She felt as though that her back would break due to how aggressive his strokes had gotten. Should feel him poking at the depths of her spin.

Smoke had raised his pelvis causing his cum covered abdomen to flex; Jack hammering his dick into her pussy with his tip firmly hitting her sensitive cluster of nerves. Spilling his seed into the condom shortly after as he continued to chase his climax by thrusting balls deep into her continuously.

'fuck!' Kamari cried at the top of her lungs. Smoke rotated her into Stack's arms as he spilled out of her; who had wrapped his burley arms around her thighs and pressed her to his chest. Smoke had shifted off of the bed and segwayed to the bathroom. She barely had time to recover before she was pinned over the right side of the bed with her ass up. Stack had now been kneeling on the bed with the full length of his shaft plunging into her pussy. With his pelvis bent forward and a tight grip to her soft love-handles, he penetrated her with broad, belly-pit deep strokes that knocked against her g-spot.

"w-wait i–it's too mmmuch!" Kamari stuttered out through her cries as he hit her tender spot over & over again. Her body shook as her hands grasped tightly to the edge of the bed frame. The loose hairs that escaped her bun now clung to the side of her face and forehead.

"Sssh, you doin good mama," Stack teased as he smacked her clit with his palm. A sinister smirk swept over his lips as he watched her back arch and her thighs spread when she came undone messily on his dick. His last three thrusts were vicious, plunging in balls deep as he jackhammered into her. His fingertips left marks in her caramel skin as Stack abruptly pulled out and tugged the condom off with a swift motion, painting her ass white with his cum.

Throughout that night until the early hours of the morning the two boxes of condoms that the men had brought were emptied. Kamari had blacked out a few times in the midst of one on ones with Smoke then Stack then both and water breaks in between. At times she begged for a timeout and other times she'd beg for more. The repeated acts of overstimulation had Kamari knocked out cold until the day turned to night. The sun had begun to set when she had awoken.

Her jaw was sore, her body was sorer, and her head hurt. Rubbing the tiredness from her eyes with the back of her hand, She slowly began to sit up in the bed. The sheets clung to her sweaty body as she sat up straight. "Got damn it." she huffed to herself as a sharp pain shot up her butt to her lower back. Peeling the discomfort away to the back of her mind, Kamari looked around. Both the bed and room were empty. To her left on the glass table lay stacked freshly stacked racks of money alongside a bouquet box of white roses. Her feet pressed against the carpet once she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She then got up and slowly made her way to the table.

'80k as promised, take care beautiful' - S & S had been written on a card that was laid on top of the money. A smile swept across Kamari's lips as she read over the note. She proceeded to grab her overnight bag at the end of the room and pull her clothes out. She focused on stuffing the bag with the money before carrying it with her to the bathroom where she got herself together with a hot shower.

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stervrucht · 1 year ago

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“Just a second,” Eddie calls from halfway beneath his bed.

Steve taps his foot as he looks around Eddie’s room. It’s messy and there’s a lot of stuff. His eyes drift around, taking it in. There is a poster with ‘Corroded Coffin’ on it in scrawled graffiti and from what Steve can see, Eddie has at least two guitars.

On Eddie’s desk, he spots a skull — some sort of animal, but Steve has no idea what.

Steve hears Eddie groan as he tries to move back from under the bed.

“You need any help there, Munson?”

“Nah, I got it.” Eddie turns with some difficulty and then he’s out from under the bed, sprawled halfway across the floor. He sticks up his hand and holds out a book to Steve.

“There you go.”

“Eh, thanks.” Steve flips the book over in his hand and it’s just stupid D&D stuff. “Dustin better be grateful.”

“Is he ever?” Eddie responds while he works himself in a sitting position. There is dust in his hair and his shirt is risen to expose half his chest.

“You got a point there.” Steve lets out an unamused laugh.

When Eddie finally stands, he readjusts his shirt and quickly combs his hair. Dust still clings to his dark curls.

Steve’s eyes fall on the skull again and from his periphery he sees Eddie follow his gaze.

“You looking at the skull?”

Steve hums in response.

“It’s a fox. Pretty sick, huh? I found it myself.” Eddie’s eyes find his and he looks oddly proud.

“Pretty cool,” Steve echoes. “How do you know it’s a fox anyway?”

“Oh, just you wait.” Eddie leans over, reaching for the skull and holding it up to Steve.

“Skull size, teeth, and see these babies—” Eddie points at the eyesockets. “They’re huge.”

“Aren’t fox heads larger?”

“All muscle and fur.”

Muscles and fur.

Suddenly Steve comes to the horrifying existential realization that humans are also just bone and muscle and skin. He looks over at Eddie, studies his face, and suddenly it’s like he has never seen him before.

The way skin pulls over muscle, the lines around his mouth as he smiles. And how smiling pulls Eddie’s jaw taut, appearing more angular than when it’s relaxed.

“You okay, Harrington? Guess skulls are a bit morbid, huh? I sometimes forget how normal people think.” Eddie laughs sheepishly and puts the skull away again.

When Eddie looks back, Steve is still staring.

The skin over collarbones is thin with little muscle.

He looks down at Eddie’s hands which have grown nervous under Steve’s eyes.

Silver rings, skin, muscle, bone.

Without thinking, Steve reaches out. He holds Eddie’s hand, runs his fingers over Eddie’s.

Soft warm skin.

“Eh…Steve?”

Steve looks up and the urge to touch is overwhelming. He raises his hands and touches Eddie’s cheeks with curious fingers.

The skin is more coarse here — marked by a five-o-clock shadow — but it’s also warmer.

“What are you—”

Eddie stops talking when Steve runs a finger over his lips, pulling them open, just a little.

They’re different from regular skin; warmer and wetter.

And then Steve has no idea what he’s doing, but he moves forward and brushes his own lips over Eddie’s. Under his fingers, Steve can feel the muscles in Eddie’s jaw grow taut.

That piques his interest.

He slides his hand from Eddie’s jaw to his nape. From there he can feel the muscles in the jaw, thin over bone; those in his neck, thick and strong.

He runs his tongue across Eddie’s lower lip and he feels Eddie’s lips part, his body growing soft under his actions. Eddie’s lips are moving, tentative and testing against Steve’s.

There is no bone there.

He licks into Eddie’s mouth, feels the smooth skin under his tongue; runs his tongue over Eddie’s teeth and takes in the contrast.

Steve pulls back, his hand growing slack against Eddie’s neck as he realises he just let himself go.

Eddie stares at him with dazed eyes.

“I didn’t know skulls did it for you, Harrington.”

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slytherin-pen · 10 days ago

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Rained Out

pairing: Eris x Reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: smut, mdi, 18+

tags: one bed trope

a/n: for the 500 follower bingo! this request was sent in via comment by @lomahdu . i actually panicked for a second when i was going through my inbox and couldn’t find it like did i make this up?? but thankfully i took screenshots of the comments i received lmao

You should have known the storm was coming. The birds had gone silent and the woodsy critters vanished as if they sensed what you didn’t. But you had been focused on the task at hand—stalking game alongside the Heir of Autumn, your bow strung, footsteps silent and careful.

Eris Vanserra walks ahead of you, red hair dampening from the rain, shoulders broad and tense beneath the layered furs of his hunting cloak. You’d been assigned to assist him today and perhaps the little “he requested you specifically” murmured by your colleague before you left had something to do with how distracted you were.

You have feelings for Eris, but who wouldn’t? He is the prince of your court. Handsome and charming as he is lethal. But you are just a huntswoman working out of a small cabin on the edge of the capital village, trailing behind hunters all day and skinning animals by night. You are nothing like the pretty courtier females he sees every day. Your clothes are dirty with blood stains you gave up on removing and you don’t even want to imagine what you smell like.

The sky cracks open with a strike of lightning. Rain pours in heavy sheets, turning the earth beneath your boots to slick mud.

“We need cover,” Eris calls over the rain.

You don’t argue.

He knows this forest like the back of his hand, and without hesitation, turns left through the thickest part of the glade. You follow in his wake, heart hammering harder with each icy drop that soaks into your clothes.

Between an opening in the trees you can barely see it, nothing more than a darkened shape in the distance, but it’s a cabin Eris is leading you to. He ushers you through the door without a word.

Inside, it’s cold and dark. The living room, bedroom, and kitchen are all squished into one large room, and Eris snaps his finger to light a fire in the hearth before peeling off his soaked cloak and hanging it on the hook by the door.

You do the same, peeling damp gloves off numb fingers. You’re dripping wet, hair sticking to your face, and water trickling down your spine.

Eris glances over his shoulder. “There are towels in the closet,” he says pointing to the door behind the couch.

You grab one, toweling your arms and neck before sitting in front of the hearth. You sigh at the warmth, relishing in the way your hands grow hot, but you’re still shivering.

Eris crouches beside you, face half-lit by firelight, eyes scanning you. “You’re freezing.”

“I’m fine,” you lie.

“You’re practically turning blue.”

You scowl. “I wasn’t prepared to get soaking wet today, or else I would have worn thicker clothes.”

He huffs a laugh. “You should start carrying a bag with you. Stuff a coat in it for the next time this happens.”

He stands again, shedding his jacket and revealing a white, low v-neck tunic. You try not to stare at the pale, freckled skin peeking out, the way you can see the indent of his muscular pectorals.

“There’s only one bed,” he says eventually.

You look over. There is, in fact, only one. The couch is threadbare and barely big enough for a hound, let alone either of you.

“I’ll take the floor,” you offer.

“No, you won’t.” His tone is sharp. “We’ll share.”

Your throat dries, but you nod and take your boots off, then hover near the bed, wringing your hands.

He goes to the chest at the foot of the bed and pulls out a red tunic and black pants. “Here,” he calls, tossing the tunic at you. “You can change in the bathroom. You’re not getting my bed wet with those clothes.

You nod mutely and walk to the bathroom, locking the door behind you before you begin to remove your clothes. Eris’s tunic comes down to your knees, nearly the length of your usual night gown, modest enough that you don’t feel too exposed. When you emerge, Eris has already changed into the pants and…is wearing nothing else.

You gulp, your eyes roaming over his freckled and scarred abs before snapping your eyes back up. “I—uh—I just left my clothes hanging on the tub, if that’s okay.”

Eris dips his chin. “It’s fine.”

You both crawl into the bed, Eris using his magic to dim the fire without putting it out. The bed is too small for the both of you to keep a reasonable amount of space between an employee and an employer. You try to keep your distance, curling near the edge, but the chill seeps into your bones. You may have changed clothes, but your hair is still dripping. You can’t help the trembling. The only sound in the cabin is your chattering teeth.

“Come here,” Eris murmurs.

You freeze.

“I can warm you,” he says. “And I can’t sleep with that incessant noise.”

You hesitate only a moment before turning.

He’s already watching you.

Carefully, you scoot closer. His arm opens, inviting, and you press against his chest. One of his arms curls around you. You bury your face against him, breathing in cinnamon and wood smoke. The warmth is blissful. But then you feel it. The brush of his fingers against your spine. The way his chest rises, tense. The steady drum of his heartbeat just below your ear.

And something else.

A coil of need tightening low in your belly. You should move. You should ignore it. But you don’t. Instead, your hand slides up his chest, slow and curious. His skin is hot to the touch. His breath catches, and you feel it the moment he notices. The scent of your arousal hits the air, subtle and sweet—but not subtle enough.

Eris growls. It’s low, guttural. His arm tightens around you, and when he speaks, his voice is barely audible. “You smell delicious. Is that for me?”

You swallow hard but don't deny it.

His nose brushes your jaw. “You’ve been tempting me all damn day.”

“I haven’t done anything,” you protest.

“You exist,” he snaps quietly. “You breathe and I want to burn the world for a taste of you.”

His fingers tilt your chin up. His eyes blaze like twin embers. “I can’t pretend anymore,” he says, voice low and sharp. “Can you?”

“No,” you whisper.

His mouth is on yours before the word has fully left your lips. You don’t even try to stop it. His kiss is all heat and hunger, devouring and desperate. His hand tangles in your hair as he presses you down into the mattress, mouth never leaving yours. You arch into him, every inch of your body aching for contact.

You don’t even notice him take his pants off or pull your panties to the side. You only care that his skin is searing against yours, that his hands know exactly how to touch you. When he finally pushes inside you, it’s slow. Deep. Like he’s trying to memorize how you feel around him.

“Fuck,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours. “You feel divine.”

You can barely breathe. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he swears, voice cracked. “I could live inside you.”

His rhythm starts steady, building heat between your hips, your thighs wrapped tight around his waist. You claw at his back, chasing the fire building inside. He thrusts deeper, harder, until you’re gasping, incoherent. He murmurs praises against your throat—beautiful, perfect, mine. Each word sinks deeper than his cock, and it undoes you.

Pleasure shatters through your spine like lightning.

You cry out his name, and he follows with a strangled sound, spilling into you as he holds you through it, shaking with the force of restraint broken.

The storm outside howls.

Inside, there is only your breathing, tangled limbs, the scent of sex and sweat, and something more dangerous blooming in your chest.

Love.

He presses a kiss to your temple, lips softer now. Reverent. “You’ve always been mine,” he whispers.

You turn your face into his neck, warm and full and content.

“I know,” you murmur, tracing your fingers over the flame-marked skin of his back. “I was just waiting for you to realize it.”

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lotusloong · 2 months ago

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My Monkey, My Circus

Shopping Trip - NGNR Reader

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You could feel his presence behind you, hovering over your shoulder. Without looking you knew what it was he had.

“Put it back baby.” You held up the two different brands of butter, seriously considering switching. You had never tried this other brand but it was cheaper…

“Peachy girl, please.” You looked over your shoulder at Wukong, the eyes of his mask flipped to hearts as he held a box of peach flavored candies before you.

“You, mister, already have an entire box of these at home, unopened. Eat those first.” You gave him a pointed look before turning back to your butter crisis. It certainly looked like decent quality…

Wukong spun around to your other side, caressing the juncture of your neck and shoulder with a leather wrapped hand. You hummed in pleasure, leaning into his touch even as you thought.

“But peachy, the second I take that box out of hiding, you know what's gonna happen. Those vultures will swarm and I’ll only get to eat a couple before I’m completely out! This is a backup pack!” He pushed his mask closer to your face, pushing his chest against your back and surrounding you with his warmth. He had forgone his usual pink suit and was wearing a more casual fitted, but still brightly colored teal one. The smell of his cologne was heavenly. You couldn’t resist taking a deep inhale, sighing in bliss.

“...Alright, alright. Put it in the basket.” You relented. Wukong gave a happy chirp, lifting his mask just enough to press a loving kiss against your cheek as he threw the candies in with your stash of other groceries.

“This one stinks, not a good brand.” He poked rapidly at the new brand of butter you had been contemplating. You looked between the two sticks and nodded, putting the brand you had been thinking of back. If Wukong said it smelled funny, you trusted his nose.

The two of you moved your haul of food and supplies away from the dairy section, turning to head towards the checkout of the store. You saw a familiar hooded figure standing at the entrance of an aisle, leaning casually against the shelves. Seeing you and your monkey, they straightened, leaning down to pick up the few boxes of various sodas at their feet.

Only when they got closer to join you at the self checkout did their features become clearer.

A white heart shape on his nose, cherry red fur peeking from underneath the edges of his borrowed hoodie met your gaze.

“Did you get 'em all Ruby?” Your Wukong asked, immediately snatching stuff out of the cart to scan for you. You settled for helping by passing things along to him, glancing at the red Wukong to your side. He didn’t seem to mind holding the boxes of soda while waiting to scan them. Made sense, he seemed as physically strong as the other versions of himself, even if he didn’t have quite the same powers.

“I think so? These drinks have weird names, and this place is big for a human store. Still not used to it.” He muttered. He began to sway side to side, dancing to a tune in his head as you opened your arms up to take a soda box from him. He let you take them one by one, handing them to your Wukong to scan.

“It looks like you did! At least, mostly. I don’t know if this is the right brand of plum cherry or peach that Mihou and Sunshine wanted but…I think the brand they like only exists in their dimension.” You bit your bottom lip as you spoke, brow furrowed. You felt bad you couldn't offer them the comfort of their home but…you couldn’t change the rules of your dimension to theirs.

“At least their version of you isn’t picky. Still a good girl.” Wukong teased, his fingers pinching the meat of your hip before dancing away from your swatting, giggling to himself. Ruby was smiling as well, his green eyes vibrant even in the shadow of his hoodie. You rolled your eyes at their shenanigans as they grabbed all the bags, turning to the checkout screen. You quickly paid, grabbing the last two bags the two monkeys couldn’t manage to loop their arms through, making your way to the exit.

“Uhg, I really wish I could let my tail out and use it. How the hell do you stand it for so long?” Ruby groaned. You watched as the fabric of his sweatpants wiggled, his tail curling and uncurling where it was hidden around his leg. Your Wukong snickered.

“Better get used to it! Your world will reach a modern day at some point and you’ll need to hide it or use a glamor like me.” Ruby Wukong let out another groan at his words, throwing his head back dramatically. You giggled at their exchange, getting the keys for your car out and unlocking said vehicle.

“Oh, peachy! I wanted to ask…” Your Wukong slid closer to you as you opened the door, letting you set your bags down before following suit. Ruby let his tail peak out only long enough to pull the door handle, looking around the parking lot to make sure no wandering eyes caught him in the act. His tail immediately went back into hiding as he started loading the groceries away.

“Yeah sweetie?”

“Wanna go for a ride later? I think we’re both due for some quality time together, hmm?” With a quick flick the eyes of his mask were in a smiling position, clasping his hands together to mimic a schoolkid asking their crush out on a date. You snorted, charmed.

“Oh I’d love that! But…” You glance at Ruby, the simian raising an eyebrow at you. “What about all of you? Will you guys be okay for a night? Our home is pretty big, sure, but…” Ruby Wukong smirks, cocking his hips to the side and leaning on the car.

“I think we can manage without a babysitter for one night. I was planning to take my peaches up to the roof of your tower for some privacy myself.” Your Wukong reaches a hand out, and without missing a beat, Ruby highfives him.

“Hell yeah. Great minds and all that.” Wukong snarks, and Ruby barks out a laugh. You reach up and pet at the white mane of fur your lover has, his body going practically boneless as he chirped in bliss under your touch. He leaned against you, mask pressing against your cheek in the closest recreation of a kiss he could give you.

“Hmmm, well if you all promise to behave I guess we could go…have some fun~” You purred at your mate, gently tugging his white hair in a way you know drives him crazy. Without missing a beat he shudders and an adorable whimper leaves him. Ruby’s eyes widen as he looks away, using a hand to block his view of you both.

“Alright, I think I’m good without the show, thanks.” You laugh, letting your Wukong go so he can stand and straighten himself out. He gives himself a vigorous shake, jewelry clinking at the motion. You make your way to the driver seat, letting the other two slide inside the opposite doors. You heard Ruby muttering to himself under his breath.

“Do I look like that when peaches-…?” The slamming of the doors cuts him off, and you grin to yourself. No matter the universe, your monkey was still his same silly self.

~~~~~~~

When you pull the car into the barren concrete pathways of your water tower home you’re greeted by the sight of multiple versions of yourself, albeit with small differences between outfits, hair, and the like. They all sit side by side on one of the upper metal railways with their legs hanging over the edge, chatting to each other. Ruby rushes forward from the back seat, bouncing in place at the sight of his ‘you’ laughing with the others. Not wanting to torture the poor guy, you roll the car into a park, letting him jump out and rush to her side.

“Goldie! We’re back!” He cries, and she has just enough time to open her arms and catch him before he tackles her. She falls backwards with him smothering her face in kisses, her own laughter echoing around you all. Another version of you, still uncomfortable with modern day clothes and wearing her regal hanfu, gives you and Wukong a happy wave.

“There you are! We-, or I, was starting to get worried! My love was wondering if he would need to go on a rescue mission!” She laughed into the sleeve of her hanfu, some stray locks of hair coming undone from her pinned updo.

“Oh, don’t worry Queen!” You called up to her from the window of your car. Wukong had unrolled his window as well, sitting on the door itself to pop his head out and over the roof to see everyone. “No yaoguais are gonna attack us here!” You chuckled. She seemed reassured by your words, even if she still didn’t trust this futuristic place she and her own Wukong had found themselves in.

“What are you lovely ladies doing sitting out here anyways?” Your Wukong spoke, gesturing at the empty space. Goldie was still being smothered by Ruby’s kisses.

“Watching the show of course!” Another version of yourself answered. You raised an eyebrow and opened your mouth to ask, only to be cut off by the sound of metal ringing thunderously above you. You poked your head out further to look up and up, curious despite your seatbelt tugging against your collarbone.

High in the cloud layer you could make out two figures, locked in combat. A red cape was billowing in the wind, the other had golden armor glinting in the afternoon sunlight. You squinted, trying to see if you could make out any more details.

“Who’s up there?” You eventually caved, looking at the other versions of yourself. Ruby had finally settled down, sitting with his legs dangling over the edge next to your alternates, Goldie held firmly in his lap. The princess seemed more than happy with this arrangement, if the kisses she was still peppering on his face were anything to go by.

“Dasheng and Stone. Lotus says Stone wants to spar with every version of himself at least once for comparison and practice. Have to admire his dedication.” Sweetie spoke up with a shrug of her shoulders. You nodded in response, looking over the hood of the car at your own Wukong. His mask was aimed at the fight and you could see his fingers twitching.

“Oh no you don't mister-” You started, giving him a stern look. “Someone needs to help me with all this food. You can join in later.” He waved you off with a scoff, sliding back into the passenger seat of the car.

“I wouldn’t do that to you peaches, what kind of mate would that make me?” He chirps. You give him one last suspicious look before settling back into your seat, letting the car veer off towards the bottom of the water tower. The lower entrance to your home is already open, the heavy metal door propped with a brick.

You park the car and try to grab as many bags as possible in your arms, Wukong doing the same and giving you a cheeky head wiggle at the fact that he’s able to carry more than you. You give a mock offended gasp, bumping your hip against his in punishment. He doesn’t even stumble, simply shaking his glamor off and letting his tail go free to wrap around your waist and hold you close.

You giggle as you walk and the sound of music echoes around the metal foyer of your home. It’s not the music your Wukong likes to play on his gramophone however. It’s coming from an electronic speaker planted right in the middle of the coffee table, an artist you don’t recognize blaring from the small device. Spinning round and round in circles is Sunshine and Blossom, the two giggling and holding each other tight as they dance. They don’t seem to notice you, but you can see the way Sunshine’s ears flick at the sound of your footsteps, even as he holds his version of you close and presses their foreheads together.

Grumpy lounges on the couch, looking bored and annoyed without any effort. When he sees the two of you step inside the water tower, he jumps to his feet and eagerly starts circling your Wukong. Wukong pulls the grocery bags he’s holding up and around, trying to keep Grumpy from peeking inside and snatching anything that catches his eye.

“No-! Let us put them away first!” Wukong hisses, shoving his masked face into Grumpy’s, trying to block his view. The other monkey isn’t deterred, simply giving his own hiss and trying to reach his hand into a bag. Before things can escalate, you step in.

“Do I need to drag Sweetie in here to keep you in control?” You threaten. Grumpy freezes, his expressive eyes going wide and darting towards the door leading outside. He relents, rolling his eyes with a huff and crossing his arms. He stalks after you as you and your mate make your way to the kitchen, the heavy steel doors normally closed off with a lever are already open. You can hear the sounds of metal and sizzling from inside and walk in to find King at the stove, various pans and pots strewn about the kitchen and filled with food at various stages of prep.

“Wow. Someone's been busy, huh?” You teased with a raised eyebrow. King didn't seem pleased, sneering as he ran between various pots and pans.

“Need dinner on the table but no one wants to help old monkey make it! Everyone complains about empty stomachs but suddenly need to spar instead of cook!” An uncooked dumpling fell and splattered on the floor. King gave a rabid snarl that had Grumpy quickly edging back out of the kitchen, his interest in groceries outweighed by the fury of his alternate self. You gave the stressed monkey a pitying look as you placed your bags down on a free counter, your Wukong following suit.

“Not even the other versions of me offered? I can help-” King let out an offended gasp, suddenly in your personal space and pushing you out the door.

“No! No, no! My sweet peach, and any version of her to exist, deserves to rest and relax. It's a mate’s job to provide and care, and that's exactly what I'm doing!” You opened your mouth, to say what exactly you weren't sure, but he kept going. “It's shameful other versions of me don't hold the same standard!” King snarled at the other Wukongs in the tower.

Grumpy gave him a side eye that would make lesser yaoguais run in fear, and Sunshine gave an offended gasp, freezing mid twirl with Blossom in his arms.

“Hey! I take great care of my peaches! I provide all sorts of things for her-!” Sunshine argued, only for Blossom to giggle into her hands. “What!? Do you agree with him-!?”

“W-well-” She tried to speak through her giggling, “it's true you haven't made me dinner in awhile.” Sunshine looked like Buddha himself had just appeared and declared his undying love for him, staring at his lover in shock. You couldn't help laughing along with your alternate at his expression.

“Ahah! You see! What did I say!?” King cried, glaring at the alternate versions of himself. Sunshine huffed and put his hands on his hips, pouting hard before he turned and marched towards the kitchen where you were still being pushed out the door.

“Fine! I'll help out, I'll make the best fucking dinner you ever tasted-!” He maneuvered around you, immediately turning his attention to one of the many unattended pans on the stove. Speaking of…

“Is something…burning?” You asked. King sniffed the air and cried out, rushing back to the oven and frantically trying to undo the damage of overcooked food. Wukong came up behind you, rubbing his mask against your cheek as he spoke.

“Why don't you head outside and relax sweet peach? I'll keep an eye on these two and get the groceries away. Then we can head out on our ride~” He purred in your ear. A shiver raced down your spine at the heady tone his voice took on. You gave a dazed nod as he pulled back, turning on his heel and waltzing over towards the abandoned groceries, necklaces clinking against one another as he did so. You caught Blossom's eye as you shook yourself out of your stupor, and she gave you an impressive eyebrow wiggle.

“Looking to have some fun tonight, huh?” She teased. An embarrassed chuckle made its way out your throat as you tried to wave her off. Not that you could fool her, she was you after all.

“Come on, let's go join the others already-!” You tried to distract her, gesturing vaguely towards the opening of the water tower. Your alternate shrugged her shoulders and wandered away as you turned to where Grumpy was still lounging on a metal pipe high up top.

“Gonna join us? I'm sure Sweetie would want to see you~” You teased, just to see the fiery blush that spread across his cheeks. It was a fascinating contrast to the black skin of his eyes.

He scoffed and stood, jumping down to join the two of you as you walked outside.

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