#I don’t want to force myself to eat and drink and all this shit

[eroticnoices]

CAN YOU DO MORE DOM!COLBY SMUTTTTT PLEASE I NEEEEEED ITTTTT

best friends?

paring: colby brock x afab!reader

synopsis: sneaking around with best!friend colby; not wanting to let anything out yet— and other reasons too.

warnings: unprotected SEX 18+, cheating, manipulative colby, drinking, pet names: babe, my pretty girl, baby and sweetheart. degrading kink, light ass slapping, dacryphilia, cream pie, cum eating, slight choking, back shots, fingering, semi public sex.

a/n: just a reminder i don’t condone cheating, i just had this idea— and wanted it shared!

his diamond eyes pierced through mine as we stood on opposite sides of the house party we were at.

i brought my cup up to my mouth and bit the rim forcing my eyes away from his when my friend—

my boyfriend; Jake hand slid to my lower back. he leaned down and kissed my cheek. “you okay, babe?” i smiled up at him, pushing the morally wrong thought of colby out of my head. “yeah. i just have to use the bathroom, real quick. i think i got my period.” i say frowning slightly.

Jake nodded rubbing my lower back gently, before kissing my ear. “alright, i’ll be out back with johnnie.”

i nodded kissing his lips quickly before turning; when i turn around my eyes lock with colby’s again. i mentally kick myself for looking at him again, and keep my eyes forward and make a b-line for the bathroom.

i sigh heavily, leaning forward on the sink. i look at myself in the mirror and give myself a mental pep talk on how to avoid my best friend.

my mind flashes to when the group all gathered around at sam and colby’s house to watch their new conjuring movie they had finally released—

his lips were on mine; hungrily. his tongue twisted with mine skillfully. he gripped my hips as he pushed me against his bedroom door. i pulled away for air. “we can’t.”

“shh.. everyone is drunk.. jake won’t even know..” colby lowered himself to his knees. i gasp when he slid his hands to my thighs and threw them over his shoulders; holding me up against the door with no problem. his breath right against my clothed, soaking wet pussy.

“we won’t get caught. don’t you trust me, pretty girl?” his words making my body shudder. colby’s eyes scanned my face, and right when i open my mouth to protest, colby pushes my thong to the side and plunges his fingers into me.

a loud knock on the door shook my from my thoughts. “shit— one sec!” i say turning on the water and washing my hands really quick. i wipe my hands on the towel and open the door.

“sorr-“ my words are silent when colby pushes me into the bathroom door.

“fuck, you’ve been looking so pretty all night.. you don’t know what you do to me..” he rutted his hard dick against my fishnet covered thighs; his face inches from mine.

“colby!” i gasped pushing him off me. “i left last time cause this is wrong!.” i motioned to the two of us. “i can’t keep cheating on jake..he’s too sweet for this.” i say crossing my arms looking down at the tile floor; feeling the regret flood through me.

colby smiles and steps forward. he leans forward— “shh.. it’s okay, y/n. listen to yourself right now, sweetheart..” he cooed, as he kisses the top of my head.

he brings his hand up, grabbing my jaw tightly. “im your best friend. i know what’s right for you, don’t you think?” he looked at me with squinted eyes and a slightly clinched jaw.

i shifted in my spot, feeling nervous. “i can take care of you..better than he can” he let go of my jaw and gently rubbed his thumb against my cheek.

“hm?” colby noticed how you wouldn’t let up so he softened his look letting his grip relax slightly.

“come onnn, pretty girl.. just one more time? i’ll make us feel so fucking good..” he leaned in nudging my neck with his nose. i bit my lip trying to choke back any noises.

“o-one more time..” i whispered, feeling colby smirk against my neck. he left a trail of sloppy kisses down my neck and stopped right before my boobs.

“been so hard all night, baby..” colby whispered as he flipped me around and gently pushed my chest down against the cold sink countertop.

his hands slid over my spine and down my hips to the hem of my dress. he bunched it up at my waist, and tugged down my fishnets.

colby groaned at the sight of my black lacy thong.“shit.. this for me? or for jake?” he growled snapping the wet fabric against my pussy. i yelped, pulling away from his grip; feeling the sting of pleasure hit my clit. “y-you!”

he laughed at my pathetic response. “yeah? does he know that?” he looked up at me in the mirror with a devilish smirk on his face. i frowned feeling tears well up in my eyes so i dropped my head.

he looked back down as he slowly slid my panties down my legs, letting it bunch up with my fishnets at my ankles. i gasped at the cold air surrounding my warm cunt; colby’s eyes never left my pussy.

he stepped back, bringing his hand to grip the flesh of my ass before giving it a light tap; just enough for a sting.

“god i fucking love this pussy of yours.” he smiled then spat letting a glob of his spit land on my pussy before rubbing it in with harsh circles to my clit, making me moan loudly.

“s-hit!” colby stopped his movements, standing back behind me before, unbuckling his shining black belt; too pent up to finish ripping it off before unbuttoning his pants and shoving his boxers down with his pants.

“can’t wait to fill my perfect pussy.” i whimpered feeling his tip tease my entrance. “colby..” i reached my arm around for him, but he grabbed my wrist and pushed it against my back making me whine.

“alright. alright—take my dick, baby.” he pushed in with one thrust making my hips hit the sink. his long veiny cock entered me making my mouth hang wide open, with my cheek against the counter.

“fuck..my dirty fucking slut..” colby groaned letting go of my wrist, to keep a steady harsh and even thrust.

he kept his bruising pace on my cunt. he let one hand go of my hip to slide over to my clit, rubbing it with a vigor pace. “colby!” i whimpered feeling myself closer to the edge. “yeah? y’like that? gonna cum for me, like the dirty girl you are? hm?” he felt his ego swelling, speeding up his thrusts.

the sound of my gushing wetness and the skin slapping made colby bite his lip, his eyes locked with our bodies connecting. “shit.. m’close too.. gotta cum in this pussy.”

my eyes rolled back, feeling ecstasy flood my body, my thighs shake so hard i would’ve fallen if colby wasn’t gripping my hips so hard.

he grunts feeling my pussy clinch around him causing him to cum after one long thrust; keeping still when he finally cums.

i whimper when he pulls out. “shh, it’s okay..” colby leans forward to kiss the top of my head. “come here..” he lifts my body up to sit me on the counter facing him. i lean back against the mirror with my eyes closed as i catch my breath.

colby laughs at me while he buckles his pants and belt back up before crouching eye level with my cum filled pussy that was leaking down my thigh.

he smirked proudly and dove his tongue into my sensitive hole making me jolt up and grip his hair. “oh god..” i gasped grinding my hips against his face.

colby sucked and slurped every last drop of his cum and yours happily before pulling away after seeing tears fall. “aww.. t’s okay..” he kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth to taste myself and him. “that just means you feel really good.” he pulled away kissing my tear stained cheek.

i nodded, sniffing when he stepped back. “you should get dressed now, gotta make sure jake doesn’t notice.” he smirked tapping my inner thigh.

[bunnyscrypt]

fight fire with fire.

when i said you don’t take any of rafe’s shit i meant it

pairing: dark!crybaby!rafe cameron x reader

synopsis: your boyfriend accuses you of flirting with someone at a party causing an argument to ensue. what happens when he snaps and you snap back..

warnings: slight domestic violence (reader hits his ass back), swearing, dark!reader (kinda? sorta?) dark!crybaby!rafe but lets be real……thats just rafe lmao

a/n: the synopsis isn’t the best i’m sorry, my brain malfunctioned. this idea has been eating at me and i’ve changed the scenario like 3 times. the ending wasn’t what i planned originally but i hope you enjoy! pls comment, reblog, like! feedback is always appreciated <33

“bet you won’t disrespect me like that again, hmm?”

you held your breath, hand pressed against your cheek. the stinging in your face and the throbbing in your throat from his where his grip had been confirming what you already knew. brain going a mile a minute as your kept your gaze on the ground and that infuriated rafe even more.

grabbing both sides of your face to force your attention back to him. 

“hmm?! don’t- dont you ever raise you voice at me like that again. don’t you ever fix your lips to fucking swear at me like that.” he sneered, shaking you violently causing you to squeeze your eyes shut. “do i make myself clear?” 

“look at me when i’m talking to you!” you snap them open— wide eyes staring into his. “now i asked you a question. do i make myself clear?” 

he removes his hands from your face when you let out a yes. nodding his head, stepping back to run a hand across his mouth with a huff. 

all this because someone had flirted with you at a house party. rafe didn’t like how another guy, a pogue at that, had the nerve to walk up and talk to you. he especially didn’t like that you “entertained” him. you weren’t, you were making nice, friendly conversation while you got a drink. but rafe didn’t see that, he saw you smiling at another dude that wasn’t him and already planted the idea in his head that you wanted that "dirty pogues" attention instead of his. 

so he charged over to you and dragged you to his truck, no words spoken. ignoring all your concerned questions. 

when you got home is when he snapped. chastising you for flirting with someone else. pacing back and forth, voice getting loud. “the fuck is wrong with you? flirting with that pogue. humiliating me like that.” confused and hurt is all you felt as he accused you of wanting someone else so you defended yourself. he wasn’t hearing any of it tho. so your voice raised a bit, wanting to get it thru to him but to rafe it was af it you screamed at him. saying how this is ridiculous and “you’re being a fucking asshole.” 

that was the last thing you got out before his hand was on your throat and your head whipped violently to the side. 

you let out a shaky breath as you stare at him with wrath that was hidden by faux fear. 

he looks back at you, letting out a long sigh. “look baby..” voice now calm, and quiet as he walked back into your space. “listen i- i know i shouldn’t take my anger out on you like that, okay. but… you- you can’t talk back to me like that, a’ight. i know you can be a good girl, you just need a little discipline s’all.” he eyed you, focusing at your cheek. “cause cussing at me like? tsk, you’ll have bigger problems than a little sl-“ 

he wasn’t able to get out the rest of his words before you delivered a swift slap to his face. catching him off guard causing his head to whip to the side. he recovers quickly, looking back at you with a look that would make anyone else cower in a corner and tremble but before he can retaliate you strike him again. your nails scratching him in the mix making him step back with a hiss— pressing a hand to his cheek he pulls it back it to see his fingers stained crimson. three cuts adorning his face. eyes filled with tears.

your quick to walk up to him, grabbing his jaw tight. nails pressing into his skin— digging deeper when he grabs your wrist. 

“don’t…” you start, licking your lips. “don’t you ever…. lay your hands on me like that again.” you spoke lowly, bringing his face closer to yours. eyes locked on his tear filled ones. “i will fucking bury you, you understand me?” you shake his head bit, making him wince from your nails going deeper. "let g-" you squeeze his lips together. “don’t think that just because i love you i won’t throw back what you give me times 10.” you other hand wipes a tear that falls from his eye. “my love, i’d do anything for you but..” your eyes narrow. “hit me again and you’ll have bigger problems than a couple of claw marks. do i make myself clear?” you mock and don’t let go until he croaks out “okay” releasing his face with a little shove. blood seeping through the indents from your grip. you ignore the whimper he lets out and head towards the bathroom. “sit on the couch” not checking to make sure he does. you know he will. 

coming back with the first aid kit, you sit on his lap and begin cleaning his cuts in silence. thumb softly rubbing against his cheek when he lets out a hiss from the alcohol. placing a bandage on the cuts, you place a kiss on top. 

“baby look at me”

he lifts his eyes to meet yours— red from irritation making you frown, leaning forward to press a kiss to his eyelids. he sighs softly, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. you comb your fingers through his hair, feeling his grip tighten. “we okay?” he bites his bottom lip, hand reaching up to caress the cheek he made contact with. you close your eyes with a soft sigh. feeling his lips press to your skin, he mutters against it, “yeah. we’re okay”. it's quiet for a while before he breaks it. "i- i'm gonna get my shit together, ya know. 'm gonna do better. be a better man for you. i promise. i j... you- don't leave me a'ight." his eyes start to well up with tears again. "please- you can't- just don't leave, okay. you.. you gotta see." repeatedly pointing to his chest as his voice cracks. "gonna show you how 'm a be someone you deserve. you just gotta stick with me baby. i promise. i promise you."

you grab his hand, pressing kisses to his knuckles to quiet his babbles. "hey. hey." his body jolted from your voice snapping a bit but he still uttered on causing you to sigh and grab his throat. tight. forcing his head up to pay attention to you. he sniffed loudly, wide eyes staring back in to yours. “i love you, you know that, yeah?” he nodded his head. “okay.” you circled your thumb softly over his skin, a show of affection. “show me then”

you leaned your forehead against his. "and don’t try that shit again."

[madamechrissy]

✨️Geto x Reader✨️

MDNI- For some reason I just really believe Suguru Geto loves eating pussy? K.

"You’ve soaked these. Let’s get 'em off.” Suguru Geto slides the panties that are embarrassingly sticking to you off, and presses your legs open, his breath hot against your skin as he kisses down your thighs. “Smell so fucking good.”

“Fuck… Suguru…” You’re whining practically, as he kisses closer and closer to where you’re slippery now, kissing so close but not . You can feel the ache, the need, building inside of you, as he nips your inner thigh.

His tongue slides down, and he starts to lick at your entrance, then he’s spreading your lips wide, and pushing inside of you, exploring every inch of your pussy with his talented fucking tongue. He’s moaning, grabbing your thighs and yanking you even closer, burying his face and drinking every inch of you. Your thighs threaten to close as you get closer, closer.

Suguru pulls back, pushing your legs up so high, thighs against your breasts, leaving you wide open, you gasp at the pressure, at being so open to him. His eyes are feasting on you, and then he looks to you, desire heavy in his lidded gaze, leaning forwards and pressing them more, the air hitting your aching pussy makes it fucking sting.

Suddenly he is spitting on your cunt, hearing your gasp. “I really wanted to see this spit dripping down these fucking lips.”

“Oh fuck…” It’s all you manage, as he hungrily watches his spit slide over your pretty pussy, then he’s gripping your thighs hard as he spits again, it drips down between your lips, he starts spreading it, then he slides two fingers in at once, you cry out at the stretch.

“Can’t wait to bury myself in this perfect little cunt.” He’s talking so fucking dirty, it’s making everything wetter, and you’ve got tears in your eyes when he starts scissoring his fingers in your cunt, so fast you can’t fathom a thought in your fucking head, just his fingers have you stupid, wriggling.

“Sugu…I …cumming!” You whimper, and he leans on you, holding your legs open, angling his fingers even deeper, so deep, you feel yourself start to gush around him, soaking him down to his arm.

“That’s it, Princess, fucking cum all over my fingers.” He urges you on, and your hands are gripping the blankets under you, as your eyes roll back, feeling that tightening in your lower tummy.

You do exactly as he says, how could you not?

You’re cumming so hard you nearly black out, from the pressure of the angle, from how he’s pressing your thighs against your breasts, from that spot he just seems to keep hitting. It hits your entire body, and you scream out, so loud it’s embarrassing, and your wetness is pouring, nearly pushing his fingers out with the force of it. He moans as he watches you.

“Good girl, you did so well.” He cooes those sexy fucking words, as you’re twitching, unable to stop your hips from jerking. He rubs up and down your slit, hitting your clit then, and you’re crying from it, from how goddamn good it feels, how sensitive you are. “You like me calling you that, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes I do.” He laughs again, he seems so calm, in his fucking element, and you’re like, some puddle? Shit. “Sensitive!”

“Good, that’s how I like you.” He rolls his thumb around your clit, slowly, achingly slow, easing your legs down, pushing them even wider. “Can you cum again for me, Princess?”

“Y-yes. Yes.” You manage to squeak out, and he’s leaned back between your thighs again, flicking his tongue on your clit, you feel yourself throbbing, your entire body on fire as he plays you. Your hands are sliding through his perfect, silky hair, hair that falls all over your thighs, pulling him even closer.

“Greedy little princess, so desperate?” He whispers, hot against your puffy little clit, you just moan, starting to lift your hips for more, lost in every sensation. “Oh yes, fuck my face, baby.”

You cum again, so hard your head feels fuzzy, your body has never had this much pleasure, it overwhelms you, until you’re just crying, but it’s pleasure, so fucking much. The sounds of him drinking you, inhaling you, urge you on, as does his moans.

“Yes baby, soak my face.” He’s looking up at you, and it’s too much, and just when you think you can’t take anymore, he slides his fingers in, curling them to hit that spot that makes you see stars. “That’s it, Princess.”

My Geto/reader fic 💗

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[strniohoeee]

because matt is so tough lately can you write something about reader trying to show him her love with cutesy thing but hes just tough and even snaps at her for lil things and one time reader starts crying and tell him how she feels and matt feels bad and apologize and then some fluff

Can’t You See?

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N can’t understand why Matt is being such an ass to her. She’s going through her own stuff, and tries her best to be the best for Matt, but it just not good enough🩶 I also combined it with this request reader starts getting depressed but matt is an idiot and doesn’t notice and even makes it worse by being angry always than nick and chris talk to him and then he makes it up with fluffy ending

Warnings⚠️: Matt is an asshole in this which is not at all how Id think he’d actually be, but I had to do it🤭 Hope yall enjoy🫶🏽

Song for the imagine: Mark My Words- Justin Bieber

So you heard it all before

Falling in and out of trust

Trying to rekindle us

Only to lose yourself

But I won’t let me lose you

And I won’t let us just fade away

These past few weeks I have been at an all time low mentally. It’s been getting harder and harder to pull myself out of bed and get stuff done. I hated this feeling because it destroyed my life outside of my head.

At first Matt was understanding and even tried to help me, but this wasn’t something he could help me with. This was my own battle. I had to try and fix myself. I hated to put this on him and his brothers because I didn’t want them to stop what they were doing for me.

I often removed myself from them, focusing on myself when I got like this. They always checked up on me, but I made it clear I was okay on my own.

Most days I would wake up and shower and just sit in bed for hours staring at a wall or scrolling on my phone. Often forgetting to eat or drink water. At first they tried to help me, but then they went on with their lives doing what they needed to do, and I didn’t mind. That was until Matt started getting upset

I was once again sitting in Matt’s bed today in complete darkness curled up in a ball looking at the wall just thinking. It’s crazy how fast time goes when you’re not paying attention. Suddenly the door opened the lights flickered on causing me to squint

“Have you gotten up at all today?” Matt asked bluntly

“I have” I said in a whisper

“Are you just going to sit in bed everyday and mope around?” He asked opening his closet to change his outfit

“I’m not moping matt” I said not even looking over at him

“Yes you are, I’m trying to get you to get up and go out, see some light, and all you can do is lay around and stare at the wall” he said scoffing at me

“You’re being a dick” I said to him

“I’m not I’m being honest, and you clearly don’t like honesty” he said looking through his closet

“I’m going through something right now, and I’m really struggling to feel better, so you coming in here and barking at me isn’t helping” I said to him

“So get up, like force yourself up and let’s go do something. We can go for a ride or to the boardwalk or even to eat….just something” he said

“I don’t want to get up okay, you don’t get it” I said back

“I do get it. Do you know how many days I wake up and I want to roll over and stay in my room, but I can’t because I actually have a job to do and content to create” he replied back

I turned over completely appalled at his words

“Actually have a job? We both have the same fucking job you fucking asshole” I said looking at him

“Well look who’s putting in the work and who isn’t” he said looking over at me

“You’re such a fucking piece of shit when you want to be” I said rolling my eyes

“I tried to be there for you, but this has been going on for so long, and it’s exhausting trying to help you” he replied slipping his shirt on

“No one fucking asked you to help me I said I got it on my own. I’m so fucking sorry my depression is taking such a toll on you” I said getting up from the bed

“It’s upsetting to just see you lay here and waste your days away” he said looking over at me

“Can’t you see?…..YOU JUST DONT GET IT” I yelled the last part at him

Opening his door and walking out slamming the door behind me. I was fuming and I needed to get out of the house immediately.

I grabbed my purse and my car keys from the table

“Hey you okay?” Nick asked me as I walked into the living room

“Yeah I’m fine your brothers being a dick” I said

“Classic Matt” Chris responded

“Where are you going?” Matt suddenly asked from the kitchen

“I’m leaving” I said with my back to him

“This is what it took for you to get up? Was an argument? It’s shocking how upset you get over small things” he responded

“Matt shut the fuck up” Chris said to him

“I’m not mad I’m disappointed that you of all people are acting this way towards me” I said finally looking over at him

“I was just trying to help you” he said

“Whatever I’m going” I said turning to walk down the stairs

“Where?” Matt asked

“Away from you. I need space from you” I said

With that I walked down the stairs and hopped into my car deciding to drive back to my apartment. Once I got home I decided to shower and listen to music while I cooked something for myself

I loved Matt but his communication skills were horrible. It’s crazy that this small argument put some drive into me to start doing stuff. I was filled with so much anger and hurt from Matt. This was not who he was, and I wasn’t sure if he was going through something himself, or if I was genuinely making him upset.

I allowed myself to hurt and cry in the comfort of my own home. Scared that this would cause our relationship to end, but also scared that it could be something I wanted too.

I slept it off that day, and hadn’t spoken to Matt in three days. I would text Nick and Chris letting them know I was okay, and that I wasn’t too sure what I wanted to do as far as our relationship.

Another three days went by, and it was a good week now since I last saw Matt. Around the fifth day he started to call me, but I ignored his calls, truly needing this time to think.

On the eighth day I felt better, and I really missed Matt. I wanted to make things up to him and make things right. I decided to go on a small shopping spree for him and write him a cute letter attached to a new stuffed animal I got him.

After shopping I decided to head over to the triplets house letting Nick know I’d be over shortly. He left the door unlocked for me. I made my way to their front door letting myself in.

“Hi guys” I said walking up the stairs

“Heyyy you’re back” Chris said

“I am” I said giggling

“Are you feeling any better?” Nick asked me

“I feel much better. I think I just really needed those last days to think about everything and figure out what I wanted to do” I responded

“Are you breaking up with his bitch ass?” Chris asked laughing

“No I came to apologize to him” I said

“Apologize to him? You didn’t do anything wrong” Nick said

“I feel like I shut him out and I lacked communication with him, and that’s why I want to say sorry” I told him

“Aww okay” Nick said

“He’s in his room” Chris said

I nodded and walked over to Matt’s room, opening the door to see him lying on his bed scrolling through his phone.

“Matt” I said shutting the door behind me

“Baby” he said getting off the bed and coming over to kiss and hug me

“I missed you” I said kissing him again

“I missed you too” he said looking down at me

“I brought you gifts to say I’m sorry” I said smiling at him

“Oh yeah?” He said nodding at me

I gave him the stuffed animal and the bags of stuff. He walked over to his bed placing the stuffed animal on his bed and sitting down to look in the bags

He pulled out shirts and beanies and a new necklace

“Why’d you get me this?” He said his mood suddenly changing

“Well to say I’m sorry for not talking to you” I said

“You sit around moping and then suddenly you feel better to go shopping? This is all so expensive, why'd you waste your money?” He said looking at me

“What? I’m confused right now” I said shaking my head

“You don’t talk to me, but you think buying me expensive stuff is going to fix us?” He said

“Matt, are you joking? I came here to apologize to you for not opening up to you and taking your advice. I wanted to spoil you with my hard earned money, and this is how you treat me?” I said scoffing

“I just wanted you to talk to me not do this shit” he said putting the stuff back in his bag

“I don’t know what happened to you Matt, and I’m sorry if you’re going through your own issues right now, but this is not you” I said shaking my head

“I’m fine” he said sternly

“You’re clearly not you’re snapping at me for no reason” I said

“I’m not snapping” he said

“You know what Matt. If you don’t want to be with me just say that, okay? I’m over this! I’m leaving” I said walking out of his room

I walked to the living room and Nick stopped me

“What’s going on?” He said reading my demeanor

“I don’t know what’s going on with your brother but that’s not the guy I fell in love with” I said clenching my jaw

“What’s wrong with this kid?” Chris suddenly said

“I don’t know, but I’m over it. I’m leaving” I said huffing out a breath

I left their house and headed back to my place. Even more angry than our first initial fight. Why was he being such a fucking dick?

Nicks POV

“Matt what the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked him

“Nothings wrong” Matt said scoffing

“You’re being a complete fucking dick to Y/N, and she didn’t do anything to you” I responded back

“She just makes me upset sometimes with how she does thing” he said back

“So then like an adult you use your words. You don’t just lash out like a child” I told him

“I didn’t lash out like a child” he said getting upset

“Yes you did, and you get upset easily. You need to figure your shit out, or she’s going to leave you, and I wouldn’t be shocked if she did” I told him

“You know what fuck you” he said and stomped to his room

Matt had sat on his bed running his hands through his hair looking down at the bags of clothes Y/N had got him. He let out a sigh and leaned back, suddenly landing on a stuffed animal and hearing a crunch of paper

He furrowed his brows and reached behind him, he pulled the stuffed animal out, and saw a note attached to the front. It read Matt with a heart next to his name.

Matt opened the envelope and pulled the letter out. He began to read and his facial features softened

To my beautiful boy,

I’m sorry if I’ve done anything to upset you, that's not what I intended. I’ve been struggling with my own depression, and it’s not something I want to put on you or your brothers because I know you go through so much daily. I appreciate you being there for me, and being my shoulder to cry on. I love you. I’m sorry if you’re going through anything yourself, and I haven’t given you the comfortability or time to express yourself. You haven’t been the same these past few weeks, and I hope it’s not something I’ve done. I care for you and I worry for you, and even though your words hurt me the other day I can not hold it against you. Deep down I know you’re fighting your own demons, but I just want you to talk to me. Our communication has been awful lately, and I’m not sure why. Please know that I’m always here for you no matter what. Rain or shine I’ll be there for you my love. I just want us to be how we used to be happy and in love. I love you with my whole heart Matthew!

Sincerely,

Your biggest fan

Matt immediately shot up, his heart falling to his stomach. Immediately he felt the guilt and disgust wash over him. How could he be so mean and awful to you? You have been there for him through thick and thin. You were his rock and he was treating you horribly

Matt jumped up immediately grabbing his keys, and running out to head over to you. In a hurry he walked down the stairs shouting to his brothers he’d be back home soon.

He got in the car and immediately started his way over to you. How could he hurt his baby? His number one in life. He was so hurt he couldn’t even focus on anything else. About 20 minutes later he arrived to your apartment complex, walking up to your floor and knocking on your door

You opened the door with saddened eyes, and a confused look on your face.

“You’re my everything. I have never wanted anything more in life than you. I have been the worst boyfriend to you during a time where you needed my support the most. You didn’t deserve to be spoken to the way you were. And for that I can not forgive myself for. I was a piece of shit and you tried to be understanding. If you no longer see a future with me because of how I acted I completely understand that” Matt said looking me in the eyes

“Matt? I….” I couldn’t even form a sentence I was shocked

“I love you, and if you don’t want to see me right now I get that. I will give you space and I will leave” he said turning on his heels to walk away

“Matt wait” I called out to him which caused him to turn back around

“You were a piece of shit and the things you said were awful, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you. I know deep down you're struggling with your own issues, and if you don’t want to talk about them that’s fine, but just know communication is key, and it goes both ways” I said looking at him

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry” he said letting his head hang

“It’s okay Matt, come in” I said pulling him in to my apartment

“It’s not okay. I was horrible to you and I don’t deserve you” he said sitting down

“Don’t speak like that. We deserve each other, you just have a hard time communicating, and I understand that” I said walking over to him

“It’s just seeing you so hurt and depressed made me so angry because I couldnt bare to see my baby struggling and not feeling like you were able to come and talk to me. It hurt me, and instead of talking to you about it I let that hurt turn into anger” he said

“I’m sorry for completely shutting you out of my life for those past few weeks. It wasn’t right, and that was a time I needed you the most and I just pushed you so far away” I told him

“I promise to communicate with you about how I feel so we can work everything out, I don’t want to fight with you” he said pulling me into him

“And I don’t want to fight with you either Matthew. I love you” I said smiling at him

“I love you too” he said letting a tear fall from his eye

“Don’t cry my love it’s okay” I said pulling him into me

Matt completely broke down in my arms

“It’s not okay I hurt you and I can’t live with the fact that I said such awful things to you” he said in sobs

“This will make us stronger as a couple okay, we now know how to go about our issues without it boiling over” I said petting the back of his head

“I’m sorry….im so fucking sorry” he said pulling away and looking at me

“It’s okay, I love you okay” I said wiping his eyes and looking at him

“I love you too” he responded

I pulled Matt in and kissed him. It was a deep passionate kiss. A kiss that we so badly needed.

Matt laid in my arms the whole night as we spoke to each other. Talking about our feelings and how we wanted to change. He listened to every word I said carefully and I did the same

Matt was my ride or die, and I could not live without him.

The End

Alright guys I hope both people who requested this imagine enjoyed it! I loved writing this one! And I hope yall enjoyed it 🤭🤭🖤🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[sorastage]

i’m not yours!

rejecting randoms that hit on you. lucifer / mammon.

leviathan / satan

lucifer ☆

while on an outing with him, you get separated for a bit. you’ve gone off to a cotton candy stand and you’re counting all the cash you have.

you realise you don’t have enough spare change…

“fuck… i don’t have enough.” you say to the vendor, but as you’re about to walk away, a random demon slams some cash down and pays for your food.

“it’s okay my dearest! i’m here to help the cutest human ever out.” he proclaims, as he flings his arm around your neck while forcing the cotton candy cloud into your hands.

“who the fuck are you? i don’t need you paying for my shit.”

“don’t get snappy with me. i could rip your heart out in a second.” he snarls, practically spitting onto your face.

“are you insane? if i called lucifer right fucking now you would die. immediately.” you spit right back at him.

his eyes look above your head and he suddenly starts sprinting in the other direction.

“what..? i’m not that scary!” you turn around, and notice that lucifer is standing right behind you.

“so, you’re using my name to scare off demons. you’re lucky i was here before anything really bad happened.” lucifer smiles while looking at your shocked face.

“i was handling it fine by myself! i didn’t need your help!” you start to protest.

“yeah. sure. whatever.” he grabs your free hand and starts to pull you away from the stand, where a crowd of demons have gathered.

“you should hold my hand so you don’t get hurt. and eat your cotton candy before it melts.”

mammon $

after him relentlessly bothering you to come and spend time with him at the casino, he ignores you to play infinite a few rounds of blackjack.

bored of watching him go on a losing streak, you take off to the bar.

as you state your order, someone suddenly puts their arm around you and says, “it’s okay babe, don’t get your purse out, it’s all on me.”

you turn round and see a demon waving his card around while grinning at you.

“no, that’s fine. i’m here with my boyfriend, i don’t want to give you any ideas…” you try to reject him nicely, as he doesn’t seem like that bad of a demon.

“well my darling, your boyfriend doesn’t have to know…”

what?

“do you know who my boyfriend is?” you ask, trying to save this man the embarrassment.

“probably no one worth worrying about. definitely broke too. just take the drink and come with me sexy.”

ughhh, what a disgusting creep!

“this is your last chance. i’m being nice. go home.” you warn him. whatever happens next, is not your problem.

the demon’s face twists into one of rage. he grabs your arm and tries to drag you out of the casino.

you lean forward and bite his arm as hard as you fucking can.

“get off me!” you shriek.

he screams in pain and yells obscenities at you.

he lurches towards you and there’s a loud bang.

“mc?? are you okay? i heard you screaming and- i saw this guy- i’m so sorry for leaving you alone-” mammon starts to freak out as he checks your body for injuries.

“i’m fine. just a bit shaken up… he tried to get me to cheat on you with him! he’s crazy!”

hearing this nearly drives mammon off the edge of the world, but he tries to stay calm in front of you.

“yeah. he’s fucking insane if he thinks you would ever leave me for him. you know what? let’s take his cards and get out of here? how about that swanky restaurant that opened near here?” mammon shakes the beaten demon down for his cards.

he kneels down and asks the near-unconscious demon, “what’s your pin?”

he takes the credit cards with the highest limit then announces,

“this guy’s pin is 8463!”

as a flock of demons start to crowd the man, mammon takes your hand.

“just stay close to me next time. i don’t want this happening again, you hear me?”

“wait. i have to do something very important.”

you take the drink the freak bought you off the counter and dump it onto him.

yes. maturity at its finest.

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idk, maybe i’ll do this for the others too.

i hope i’ll see you again ღ

thanks for reading ☆

[tubbybunnysblog]

✨Cream filled✨

Androgynous feedee and feeder Cw: force-feeding, stuffing, teasing, weight loss mention, pig play, spanking, mention oh, crotch touching

I whimpered softly as I feel the warm sun light shine against my tubby face. I open my eyes and go red as I see the mess around me. Grease covered paper bags, burger wrappers, soda cans, Styrofoam cups once filled with milkshakes the room with a mess. I slowly push my body up, feeling my gut slosh “oof…” I reach my chubby hand towards my phone and pick it up “shit.” as I look at the time I realize it was Sunday afternoon. Every day since Thursday morning I have been stuffing myself silly since my partner wasn’t home. They had been gone for a work trip, and had the house all to myself. The only problem was I told them I was going to start losing weight cutting back. My heart starts to pound in my chest as they text me “I’ll be home in an hour sweetheart <3”

“Oh god” I begin to rock myself back-and-forth trying to ignore the dull sense of fullness in my belly. I had to clean up I didn’t want them to know I went back on my word. I slowly start to waddle around, looking for things to easily pick up. I couldn’t bend down with my heavy gut in the way which just make things difficult. As I clean I notice some thing in the corner of my eye, it was an entire gallon of butter cream frosting. My eyes light up as I start to drool a little my partner made the best frosting It was always so creamy and delicious. My belly was begging for it, but I shouldn’t. I try to ignore it, but after 20 minutes of attempted cleaning the temptation got to me.

I waddle over to the container and peel open the lid “just taste” I lift one of the piping bags to my lips and start to suck moaning at the taste “fuck-“ I lean against the counter, pushing the thick cream into my mouth it tasted like a little bit of heaven I didn’t even care how many calories were probably in it. I was so distracted by the heavy decadent cream, I didn’t hear my partner pull into the driveway. They enter the house and instantly notice the mess still left in the living room. “Jesus-“ they chuckled themselves and walk through the living room into the kitchen. Their eyes grew dark with lust and frustration as they saw me practically drinking through their supply. They finally speak up leaning against the kitchen counter. “Now what do we have here?” I freeze when I hear their voice from behind me. I quickly put the piping bag down and turn to them burping loudly from my sudden movements “babe! Hi!” my face looked like a tomato is the stalk towards me staring down at my gut. “don’t stop on my account.” They said roughly turning me back around. “I didn’t- I just wanted a taste I-“ “Save it. Pick it back up and keep eating.” I shiver as they push me over the counter, smacking my ass, which was barely contained by my shorts “b-but” they roughly, grab my chin and turn my face to theirs “did I stutter keep eating. You wanted to be a pig, then do so.” I whined as they picked up the piping bag, pushing it back to my plump lips.

I begin sucking down the mixture as they run their hands over my fat hips “you know I wasn’t sure how long it would take you.” I look up at the tears filling my eyes as I felt their nails run along my sensitive stretch marks “I mean I wasn’t sure how long it would take you to realize that you weren’t ever going to lose weight” They laugh softly as they pull down my tight sleep shorts. “Ever since you started this little journey of yours, your clothes have become even tighter, isn’t this is my shirt used to cover everything now it’s barely a crop top” I wheeze as they pull the first piping bag out of my mouth, replacing it with a second. “I’m just surprised it took you so long to find these I know they’re your favorite that’s why I left them for you.” I buck my fattened ass into their crotch as they reach their hand up to my jiggly chest “I knew you could never resist stuffing your face until you can stand, so I left them so maybe my overfed pig could realize that they like being filled with cream, filled with lard and sugar~” they slowly trail, their hand under my gut which was starting to hang and begin playing with me as they replaced the second with the third. “You were trying so hard to deny you like to be in overfilled like it was heavy donuts your stuff done stuff down your gullet. But you don’t have to.” I whimpered trying to move my face away. My belly pushes painfully into the counter, the top becoming a red from how many calories are packed inside of it. I moan against the metal tip of the piping bag. “please no more.” I look into their eyes and noticed something new. A look so predatory so lustful, I knew it wasn’t going to stop. I knew I wasn’t ever going to lose weight again. I knew that pretty soon it would only be your cream filled pig and part of me, most of me loved it.

[b00kdiary]

Wildest Dreams (III)

ACOTAR The Batboys x Plus size reader

Where the reader finds herself gaining the attention of the most notorious males in Prythian and it seems that even her wildest dreams couldn't prepare her for the night they would share.

Notes: This has Rhys, Cassian and Azriel with a plus-size reader since I literally couldn't decide who it should be and thought that the best fantasy in the world would be all three :) Here's to all my thick, fat, plus-size girlies who want some bat-boy love too xo

Warning: mature themes (18 +) swearing, body-image issues, smut and the bat boys being utterly infatuated with their thick, beautiful lady

Part I Part II Part IV

“This is where you live?” I muttered, my eyes scouring my surroundings in disbelief.

I lifted my eyes to the right, meeting Rhysand’s gaze, my brain forcing me to not focus on his hand trailing aimlessly at the nape of my back. He smiled, shrugging modestly as he nodded as if this wasn’t the most extravagant yet cosy home I’d ever seen.

“It’s beautiful,” I said softly, turning back to the ornate red-carpet and wood-panelled walls. The males remained silent behind me, allowing me to take in the room and I glanced back, trying not to overwhelm myself as realisation set in.

The realisation that I was here alone with these three males.

Rhysand had winnowed us all here after I had accepted their invitations, using his Daemati skills to tell Sadie where I was going- I could still see the shit-eating grin she gave me from across the floor as we left.

I had felt exhilarated after saying yes, exhilarated and needy as my words seemed to ignite a fire within them too, as if they envisioned the night ahead we’d share. And yet, now that I stood here, alone, unprepared, uncertain with them before me, that confidence dwindled into ashes.

They seemed to notice it too, their body language easy and unthreatening as they stood before me.

Rhysand stood tall, hands tucked into the pockets of his pants, eyes soft and patient upon me. My gaze travelled to Cassian who sat on the arm of the sofa, a warm smile playing on his lips at my stare. And then finally my eyes moved to the left, where Azriel stood, arms folded, back leaned against the wall, watching me as keenly as I watched them.

I tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ears as the silence lingered on and I couldn’t help the way my fingers fiddled and pulled, knowing that this was not the kind of interaction they were used to.

We all stood too far away and wore way too much clothing.

Rhysand huffed a breathy laugh and my eyes drew from their haze as I looked at him, my cheeks heating at the knowing smile he wore, amusement and interest dancing in the shine of his purple eyes.

“Would you like a drink?” Azriel suddenly asked, his voice quiet. I paused, not expecting the question but I nodded slowly, smiling timidly in acknowledgement of my nerves.

“Yes, I would, if it’s not an issue,” I said, trying to even out the shaking in my voice as I spoke. Azriel nodded, pushing off the wall and began moving towards me, to the room in the back.

“Why don’t we all go? I could do with a drink and getting to know Y/N darling better” Rhysand spoke, and I felt a rush of relief flow over me at the words. My eyes met his, and from the small nod and quirked smile, I knew he was doing this for my benefit.

“My Lady” Cassian smirked, walking toward me and hooking out an elbow for me to take. I giggled, slipping my arm through the loop, and nestling myself up against the hard, strong muscles and warm skin.

“Well, thank you, Lord Cassian” I winked and he chuckled, his head throwing back, momentarily revealing the strong column of his throat. I tried to not make my stare obvious as he began leading me through the adjoining doors into a room with a large oak table.

Azriel had brought out a bottle of red wine and began setting down four glasses, filling them all up swiftly. I observed him as he moved, so graceful with his shadows dancing around him, and he somehow managed to look beautiful even while doing a task as menial as pouring drinks.

Noticing our entrance, he smiled and began to walk over, his feet ever silent as he stopped, handing me a glass. I took it, whispering a thank you and as my fingers passed him I felt the scars and roughness brush against my own.

I paused, brows furrowing as I looked down at his hand, still outstretched.

I had heard rumours of the Shadowsinger’s burns and yet from the severe scarring it seemed that whatever he had endured was far more horrific than any gossip had detailed.

Azriel didn’t move as I stared at his hands and I didn’t allow myself to appear disgusted or pitiful or anything of the sort. Instead, I reached out my shaky hand and traced a soft line of my fingers over the back of his hand and down his fingers, following the jagged and red scarring.

He shivered, so small it was almost imperceptible but I felt it, and as I raised my eyes and locked them with his I felt a small whoosh of air escape his lungs as if he had been holding it in this entire time.

There was little to be said, nothing that could ease that wound so I smiled, a smile that was genuine enough that I knew he could see the words unspoken in it, see it in my eyes as I watched him. He didn’t reply, merely nodding his head, a small tint now staining his structured cheeks and a smile tilting at the corner of his mouth.

We pulled away from one another, and as Azriel turned back towards the table, I noticed that Cassian and Rhysand had already taken their seats. Rhysand sat at the head of the table, his body leaned back and thighs outstretched with Cassian before him on his right and Azriel taking a seat on the left.

I inhaled deeply, gripping the glass tightly in my hand, conscious not to shatter it from the butterflies swarming in my stomach. I walked silently, intending to sit at the chair beside either Cassian or Azriel but as I moved past Rhysand, his hand gripped mine, his fingers curling gently around my wrist.

I turned, surprised and I chuckled lightly at the smirk that lined his lips.

“Yes, Rhysand?” I asked, quirking my brow up at him and he smirked fiendishly, tugging my hand to pull me toward him.

“I fear I cannot bear to part with you darling” He muttered, purple eyes shining with mischief and teasing as he dragged me over to him.

I rolled my eyes, as I got closer to him, my thighs brushing his “I’m sure you’ll manage-“

I gasped out in shock as he pulled me onto him, his hands swiftly snaking around my hips to settle me on his thigh. I gawked as my hand instinctively flew to his shoulder and it was a miracle that my wine didn’t go flying over him.

“Much better,” He said simply, grinning as I stared at him in bewilderment before taking a casual sip of the wine in his hand.

I heard the amused snickers of both Cassian and Azriel and as my eyes moved to them they flashed wolfish smiles at me, eyes raking over how I sat on Rhysand’s right thigh, my arms clutching onto him for support and my thighs clamped shut.

I was as rigid as a board and I’m sure I looked ridiculous.

I glanced down nervously at Rhysand’s thigh, my body tense against the powerful, thick muscles contorted under me. He didn’t appear to be struggling under my weight and barely seemed to acknowledge me at all.

Rhysand merely sat there, smirking, sipping from the glass in his left hand while the right was wrapped around my waist, his long fingers drawing faint circles against the material just under my breast.

I shivered at the touch, so casual and smooth and yet, it ignited a fire and need within me.

“Are you-“ I breathed, turning my head to fully look at Rhysand, who raised a brow at me “Are you sure I’m not hurting you?”

I started snapping my head back at Cassian laughing, loud and bellowing and my heart plummeted into my stomach like a stone in the sea. I grimaced, my face burning with embarrassment and suddenly I wanted the ground to swallow me up and spit me out somewhere that wasn’t there.

“I’m sorry” Cassian snickered, clutching his chest and I tried to hide the burning in my eyes “Rhys may be smaller than me, but even I can tell that he’s held swords heavier than you.” I paused at his words, my breath stalling as confusion filled me and I looked up quickly at the general.

“Honestly angel,” Cassian said, his face softening “Surely, you don’t think that Rhysand’s that weak?”

The words were quipped jokingly and I felt Rhys shake under me, laughing lightly, Azriel’s lips shifting too. I almost did laugh, but I shook my head, solemn as I looked down at the glass in my hands suddenly finding the liquor more interesting.

“The males I’ve been with…” I paused, a small bitter scoff escaping me and I knew I didn’t need to continue. There was a silence after my words, a silence strong enough that I could hear my heartbeat in my chest.

Why did I say that?

I heard a glass clink against the table, and then a hand was at my chin gently tilting my head up to meet with a familiar sky of purple. I saw the sincerity and resolve in Rhysand’s face as he watched me, that hand now caressing against my cheek soothingly.

“Those males were assholes” He started simply, and my brows rose at how gravelled his tone was. “For any man to see you, to have the honour of being with you and not treating you with the respect and reverence you deserve, he is no real male.”

My breath stuttered as I stared, so captivated by his words, by his eyes and I could not stop how my body seemed to melt against him, seemed to fall into his comfort and warmth.

“Y/N you are many things, intelligent, funny, loyal, kind,” He said, listing off all the things that he had gathered in the last few hours since we had met, and those words lit my heart. “But you’re also utterly beautiful, and perhaps few have said it, perhaps they’ve said otherwise.”

His eyes sparked, dark and dangerous as he saw my expression drop, and saw exactly what males had said to me before. I would have felt embarrassed, and humiliated by that truth if not for how adamantly his eyes sparked in denial.

“But I can speak for myself, and my brothers when I say that we appreciate every inch of you, we desire every inch of you and even if you cannot understand it, it doesn’t cease to be true.” His words became almost as soft as a whisper, and when his eyes lowered to my lips, lowered and flashed with want, I knew exactly what I wanted too.

And I would not hesitate to take it.

I moved with surety, simply placing the glass of wine on the table before turning, my head shifting forward and to the side as I brushed a sweet and needy kiss against Rhysand’s lips. He sighed, a content exhale as his hand cupped my cheek and his lips moved against mine with more resolve.

It was gentle yet consuming, the kind of kiss that made my head spin and my body utterly numb. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of his lips against mine, his tongue sweeping teasingly and his hands caressing me, holding me like a lifeline.

I could faintly taste the sweetness of the wine on his tongue and I moaned quietly, my body shivering at the deep groan that reverberated in Rhysand’s chest in response. My fingers grip the fabric of his shirt tighter as his tongue fans over mine, and his hand digs possessively into my waist, trapping me against his chest.

My brain was beginning to fog over, and my body igniting with need and pleasure as Rhysand slowly pulled away, his teeth dragging across my bottom lip as he did so, eliciting a gasping mewl from my lips.

I fluttered my eyes open, flustered and breathless as I met Rhysand’s gaze and I felt a deep unrelenting shiver rush over me at the thrill I saw in his eyes.

I bit my lip, the realisation that Cassian and Azriel watched us drawing me back to reality and I felt guilt riddle me that I wasn’t being fair with my attention. I drew back slightly, shifting to maybe move to Cassian or Azriel but Rhysand’s arm tightened like an iron grip around me.

“Your brothers are going to think you’re being greedy, High Lord” I purred as I looked back over my shoulder and Rhysand’s deep, low laugh in reply made me feel dizzy.

“I don’t know, they seem like they’re enjoying themselves” Rhysand shrugged and instinctively my head turned forward, eyes shifting to the two silent, immovable males before me. They sat, eyes dark, smirks feral and I could smell the arousal and desire in the air as they kept their gazes locked upon me.

“In fact” Rhysand continued and I could hear the smile in his voice, “I think they might even have some pointers.”

I blinked, my brows furrowing in confusion but I slowly understand what he meant as I felt Rhysand begin kissing against my neck, wet and sucking against the skin there. I huffed a breath, my eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he closed his lips and flattened his tongue against a soft spot.

“Keep your eyes on us sweetheart” Azriel muttered, his voice clouded and the authority behind it made me quickly bat them open again, a blush tinting my cheeks at the approving smirk he gave in response.

Rhysand continued kissing his way down the curve of my neck and as he settled my back against his chest I sighed, my chest rising and falling heavily at the feeling of his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

His hands began to wander, playful, careless glides of his finger over my sides, up and down my thigh kneading the flesh there, between and under my breasts, everywhere but the places I needed him.

“Rhysand” I groaned, sneering in annoyance as yet against his fingers trailed over my breast skimming the sensitive and pebbled nipple, but he didn’t stay there for long.

He laughed, kissing my collarbone and my back arched as his hands trailed high up to the apex of my thighs.

And stopped.

I groaned, growling low in my throat as my annoyed scowl flickered to the smirking, arrogant High Lord under me. He blinked, raising his brow in a challenge and I couldn’t help how my thighs clenched in response.

“Rhysand’s being very mean,” Cassian tsked, chuckling and as my eyes flicked to his he grinned, licking his lips as he leaned forward to rest his arms on his knees. “Give our angel what she wants.”

“And what’s that?” Rhysand asked, his voice dripping with faux innocence, his nose brushing the length of my throat. I bit my lip, holding back my gasp even as my cheeks began to heat with embarrassment.

“She wants you to touch her,” Azriel said quietly, hypnotically “She wants you to really touch her.”

My breaths began to stutter as Rhysand’s right hand grazed under my breast and he began tracing one long-ringed finger over my breast and across my nipple, visible through my dress.

I exhaled harshly, watching as he traced circles around the sensitive bud, his touch going from barely there to firmer. The room was silent as his hand moved up and he cupped my breast in his large hand, his fingers pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

A moan slipped from my lips as he tugged, a content smile gracing his face as my body began to shiver slightly under the ministrations of his hands at my breast.

“Is that better, angel?” Cassian cooed, his hand coming up to rub at his face, his eyes unable to leave the hand that cupped me. I breathed out as Rhysand’s fingers played with my other nipple, rolling the bud in deft circles.

“No,” Azriel said, a knowing glint in his eyes as he cocked his head “It’s not enough, is it sweetheart?”

I swallowed once, my eyes captivated by his gaze and despite how hot my face felt, I shook my head in agreement, revelling in the smirk Azriel gave me.

“No?” Rhysand asked, his voice whispered against my ear.

I bit my lip in anticipation as his hand left my chest and slowly, so tauntingly slow, began descending my stomach. He drew casual and lazy circles against the flesh of my stomach as he glided lower, and I wasn’t sure if I was more breathless at the fact he was touching my stomach or that he was getting closer to where I needed him most.

He paused at the slit at the side of my dress, revealing the skin at my thigh and if moved, the underwear I wore beneath.

“Here?” He breathed, biting the lobe of my ear gently when I didn’t respond. I watched his hand, watched with desperation as it stroked near the seam of that slit and rested there.

“More” I pleaded, not caring how desperate I sounded.

“Tsk” Azriel shook his head, enjoying my pleas “Such a needy girl.”

“She is a needy girl” Rhysand agreed, his fingers slipping under the dress for a second before stroking back out again. I sighed, screwing my eyes shut in a mixture of pleasure and frustration, my body wound so tight, I could barely think.

“Come on, look at her” Cassian sighed, impatience lining his handsome face. “Give her what she wants… what she needs Rhys.”

Rhysand cocked his head and I glanced at him, nearly pouting at the taunting smirk he threw at me. But my body settled, melting as his hand slipped completely under the dress and cupped right against my clothed cunt.

“Fuck” He growled, slipping into an uncontained sort of provocation as the palm of his hand pressed against me. I moaned quietly, and his body trembled under me “So fucking wet.”

I didn’t hesitate to shift my position as Rhysand’s other hand guided me to spread my thighs, so that one lay sprawled over his thigh, exposing my simple black thong to Cassian and Azriel. Nerves bubbled in my stomach at the vulnerability but as they stared, infatuated and as Rhysand ran his fingers over the slit, my mind went blissfully blank.

It seemed that no one had the patience for mocking anymore, not as Rhysand’s hand lifted and traced over the band of my underwear.

“May I?” He asked quietly, nuzzling into the curve of my neck affectionately.

“Please” I whispered.

He groaned low in his throat as he slipped those deft fingers passed the material and into my thong.

I inhaled as he ran a finger over me, the rough callouses of his battle-trained hands rubbing against my most sensitive part eliciting breathy moans from my lips. Rhys exhaled deeply, his eyes blazing as he ran two fingers down, collecting the wetness there.

“Rhys” I sighed and I felt pure male satisfaction from him as he messily rubbed my wetness up against my aching clit.

“Fuck” I heard Cassian groan, his voice husky with appreciation and I blinked my heavy eyes open, my body lighting as the two males intently watched me, their eyes glued to the spot between my legs and Rhysand’s hand slowly circling within.

“Faster” Azriel commanded, his face hard and eyes unmoving I arched my back and screwed my eyes as Rhysand followed his words, two fingers rubbing swift circles against my clit.

I writhed, unable to keep my eyes open as pleasure rocked through me, my hips grinding back and forth as I ride Rhysand’s fingers, his lips at my neck encouraging and indulgent. His pace is firm and steady, rubbing against a spot that has my thighs clenching from how good it feels.

“Cauldron, Rhys I can’t-“ I whimper, my head now back against his shoulder, one hand gripping the material of my dress while the other dug my nails into Rhysand’s forearm.

“That’s it” He praised gruffly, his other hand coming up tugging at my sensitive nipples.

“I think she’s close Rhysand” Cassian mused and I could hear the pleased grin on his lips.

“Are you darling?” He asked, his fingers never stopping, his body pressing me unbelievably close to him as he muttered hoarsely against my ear. “Are you close?”

My legs began to tremble as that familiar chord within me tightened and my breathing began stuttering out as I shook my head, my lips parting to say yes but my brain was too fogged over for any words to leave my mouth.

My lips gaped open again and I felt that chord within me snap as Rhysand’s fingers shifted a little to the left. I gasped, moaning and writhing, my hips bucking as pleasure and release coursed through me like a tidal wave. Rhys hummed in approval, his fingers continuing their punishing pace against me.

“Look at how good she looks, moaning while she comes all over your hand brother,” Azriel said, and the dirty words had my back arching and hands fisting as I rode through the pleasure sparking through me.

I exhaled and inhaled sharply, my chest rising and falling as Rhysand’s fingers slowed, guiding me through my high before eventually stopping. I tried to even out my breathing, focusing on the smooth feel of Rhysand’s wet fingers now on the skin of my thigh and I slowly blinked my eyes open, lifting my groggy head from his shoulder as I did so.

My face was flushed and my body still trembled from the aftermath of Rhysand’s touch as my eyes locked with a grinning Cassian, a more subdued but satisfied Azriel and then back to Rhysand, who lifted his lips in a gratified lazy smirk.

“You look pretty worn out darling” Rhysand noted, smug and smirking and I rolled my eyes at his male satisfaction, even if he was in fact right.

“Sure you can handle two more Illyrian males tonight?” He cocked his head and images appeared inside my mind again.

Cassian, his hands gripping my waist as he wrapped his lips around my nipples, teeth tugging against the hard flesh. And then of Azriel, on his knees before me, head between my thighs, scarred hands holding down my flailing hips.

I shivered as the promised images dissolved and reality came flooding back, Rhysand’s filthy and seductive grin rippling over me like electricity.

I smiled softly, turning my gaze to Cassian and Azriel, both of whom looked on the edge of their seats, bursting with restraint and appetite.

“It’ll take more than that to burn me out,” I shrugged, raising my brow at them in a challenge.

And I felt my toes curl in anticipation as both their eyes lit with fire and they smirked.

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daddy’s little girl

summary: chris is always there to help his girlfriend y/n when she needs especially when it comes to her family issues

warnings: family issues, no smut (SORRY) MAJOR FLUFF, crying, underage drinking, alcoholic dad, established relationship, abusive dad

growing up i’ve always been a daddy’s girl, my mom was always jealous. i think it stemmed from her childhood and her dad not being around much, my dad was my best friend but after my mom cheated on him he grew distant and started drinking. he didn’t leave cause apart of him will always love me like he did but he became an alcoholic, that’s when the abuse started. soon my mom left cause she could have an out but she left me with him and i resented her for that. i was in 7th grade when all this happned i didn’t know how to cope, so i stole my fathers drinks, he didn’t notice cause he thought he was just to drink to remember drinking them but i knew. then i went to high school, that’s when i met the triplets they are a year older than but we became best friends, now im 19 there going to be 20 i couldn’t move out right away when i turned 18 i had no money, so i got a job it doesn’t pay well so i’ve been saving i almost have enough to get an apartment, the triplets tried to help especially my boyfriend Chris but i wouldn’t allow it, Chris is the best thing that’s happened to me, we’ve been dating for 2 years now. i was coming home from a morning shift it was around 1:30 pm and i was in my room taking my hair out of my pony tail

“y/n! get your ass down here now!!” my dad yells. he’s drunk i could go down there but it wouldn’t end well, i could stay in here but he’ll probably come looking for me so i force myself down stairs

“hey dad what’s up!” i say not to happy not to mean or sad

“where the fuck have you been!” he yells

“i was at work dad” i have to be careful he’ll think im talking back

“DONT LIE TO ME!” he yells, i flinch “YOU ARE YOU FLINCHING YOU THINK IM GONNA HURT YOU HUH??”

“no i was just surprised by the yelling that’s all” i resisted him, stay calm

“YOU THINK IM GONNA HURT YOU?? OKAY LET ME SHOW YOU HURT” he grabs one of the empty beer cans on the coffee table that’s in the living room and chucks it at me before i can react it hits me in the face

“DAD STOP PLEASE” i beg my face hurts

“NO YOU WANT NE TO HURT YOU SO HURT” he’s marching over to me

“dad no please” i beg, he pushes me and i stumble to the ground

“you’re just a little bitch like you’re mother, A WORTHLESS PEICE OF SHIT AND A FUCKING LIAR” he kicks me in my stomach

“FUCK!” i yell “dad please it’s me you’re little girl!! i’m you’re best friend!!”

he throws his half full beer can at me and it shatters all over me

“clean this fucking mess up” he says before he walks away

i don’t cry not now that will only make things worse, i clean up the glass shards and make sure there’s no beer any where, then i go to the bathroom and clean myself up. i grab a change of clothes and change.

“where the fuck is it!!” i whisper yell to myself, then i find it. my pink Whitney, i start to drink it and it’s about half way full, i set it down and grab my backpack full of things i need for the night already since this happens often and i leave.

as i’m walking down the street with my drink in hand i’m slowly getting drunk. i have no clue where im going just walking, and drinking.

i’ve been walking for what feels like 2 hours but it wasn’t, i check the time and it’s now 3:02 i check my surroundings and i’m near a gas station i go in and grab some more alcohol and some snacks, i finish my Whitney and open the new drink of vodka, i sit in the side of the road with my drink and snacks i eat a small bag of Dorito’s and put the rest of the snacks in my backpack.

“where should i go??” i ask myself checking to see if there’s any hotels near by, there’s one it’s kinda sketchy but it will do. i start walking there and i’m stumbling now, i’m way to drunk to even check in

“fuck what am i gonna do” i slur and laugh at myself “i’m just like my dad”

i sit on the side of the road again and think about the shitty things. i see cars drive by but one of them looks like the triplets car but i convince myself its not. i’m proved wrong when the car comes back and stops, im to drunk to do anything and in still drinking away at my vodka i see a worried chris jump out the car.

“y/n!” he yells i flinch

“stop!” i jump up “stay there” im scared i don’t know why, cause it’s chris i love chris.

“y/n baby please let me help you” he says calmly but worried

“chris..” i start tears are ready to spill out, he slowly makes his way towards me

“i know baby, i know” he wraps his arms around me and starts the rub my back.

“chris why can’t he just love me” im balling into his shoulder

“shhh it’s okay ma let it out” he’s still rubbing my back

“why can’t he just be my dad again” im shaking now with the how bad im crying

“come on let’s go to my house” he says leading me to the car “nick will you get in front”

“yeah” he jumps out and happily gets the car this makes me laugh

“nicks in heaven right now” i tell chris

“yea definitely” he laughs with me

we get into the back and i’m in Chris’s arms again and he’s rubbing my back, we make it to the triplets house in about 10 minutes and chris takes me to his room

“let’s get you cleaned up” he says softly, i nod

“thank you chris” i smile weakly at him

“anything for you baby” he smiles back at me “so tell me what happened”

“i had just gotten home from work and changed i was taking my hair out of my pony tail” i pause

“yea you had a morning shift, and i know how you get headaches when having you’re hair up to long” he adds

“mhm, he tells me for me to get downstairs and u knew it would’ve been worse if i didn’t go so i did.” i’m about to cry again “i shouldn’t have i should’ve hid” some tears spill out

“it’s not you’re fault, it never is” chris rubs my cheek

“then he starts asking me where i was, i told him the truth and he didn’t like that he thought i was lying so..” i pause

“shh take you’re time”

“so.” i pause and sniffle “he throws a beer bottle at my head” i cry

“my poor baby” he wraps his arms around my shoulders

“then he pushes me down and kicks me in my stomach. and lastly he threw another beer bottle at me but that one was half way full” i sob again

“next time don’t drink call me please” he asks me

“yes i will promise” i pull away ana smile at him “can we take a nap?”

“how about first you hop into the shower i’ll get you some clothes then we can nap” he asks

“yea i thinks a shower would be good” i go to start the shower and he gets me clean clothes.

“i got you my blue lyrical lemonade hoodie cause i know that’s you’re favorite, and some basketball shorts cause i know you can’t sleep in pants” he sets it on the counter

“i would be able to sleep in pants on you were a human heater” i laugh

“you know you love me” he kisses me “might wanna brush your teeth to” he laughs

“hey!” i swat his arm and laugh to

i strip my clothes and get into the shower, i have to use chris’s products which sucks but i try to get him good stuff so he’s not using 3 in 1. it was a quick shower because i was exhausted. i dry myself off and change into the clothes.

“babe can you scratch my back” i ask

“yea i guess” he jokes

“yay thank you” i get into bed and wrap my arms around chris so he’ll be able to scratch my back while we cuddle “thank you for everything chris it means a lot i love you” i tell him

“anything for you y/n i love you so much” he starts to scratch my back

“i love you to” i drift off to sleep

sorry this lowkey sucks i was rushing but lmk if u wanna be added to my tags list, hope you enjoyed, sorry i did fluff there’s just like no fluff images and i HATE the ones if wattpad so im trying in here but i have a smut in the makings its gonna be rlly good, better than this at least.

[demvalhaken]

I will eat your house

HOLY SHIT I HAVENT POSTED IN LIKE 4 DAYS, SORYY GUYS IVE BEEN FOCUSED ON SCHOOL, I HAVE TO GET A VIOLIN PLAYING VIDEO IN BY FRIDAY AND I CANT EVEN PLAY THAT WELL DUDES!!! PRAY FOR ME GUYS, I CANT EVEN GET MY HOMEWORK DONE, I NEED TO STOP PROCRASTINATING!!!

Anyways Queen Bloodlust is a very large black widow cus her immortality causes her to never stop aging/growing… She used to be Divine’s height

Oh yeah if you didn’t read the older post about Bloodlust which is also buried in the termite post. Divine (Guy at the bottom right) is her great-great-great-fucking too many great grandson, he’s king of the spiders, they do not care if its a king or a queen, they are desperate

I’m like the hugest nerd ever, I watched an in depth video about cannibalism and then I proceeded to eat all of that information so I can babble to my friends that don’t even listen to me… I wish I could talk to people rather than somehow ruining my relationship with everyone, it’s giving Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives. There’s also like 100 Tyler, The Creator songs in my playlist, there’s a 50% chance after every song that it’s Tyler. It’s crazy how good I am at being lonely, like bro, why can’t I keep friends with me without doing something wrong… at least my teachers are nice to me :D

Wtf am I on, please don’t give me coffee, It brings the locked up depression out of my brain. I actually don’t think the depression left from Covid… I think it’s just been dormant… GUYS THIS MIGHT BE A HUNCH BUT I THINK IM NOT OKAY!!! Sorry if I go off track in literally every single post, my brain wanders too much. MY HANDS ARE SO FUCKING DRY, THEY BURN, THEY HURT, AND THEY ARE BLEEDING :( I’m still gonna wash my hands 40 times a day, no one can stop me

STOP YAPPING BRO THATS TWO PARAGRAPHS GET TO THE LORE

Queen Bloodlust misses her home because after a battle/war, they had to move, this was during the reign of Bloodlust’s mother, her mom died in the fight… poor Bloodlust, forced to live eternally and watch everyone around her perish slowly

All lore previously stated is subject to change as I’m always rethinking lore but it does stay fairly consistent and rarely changed unless its boring and bothering me

Okay love you guys, sorry for yapping, also be a menace to society, just don’t eat uranium

Edit:

Hehe reference, this was during the drawing, I got bored

Edit 2: Why are my parents always mad at me for washing myself constantly, like bitch what? You can’t just say “stop” and expect that one word to work, I’m just trying to keep some goddamn cleanliness! It’s like they want me to be covered in grime, dirt, spilled drinks, and grossness! Then they get to be homophobic and racist without any consequences when that’s literally worse than being clean 24/7 and tired. At least I actually like black people, we literally all have the same insides, stfu parents… ALSO THEY SAY THAT OFFENSIVE WORD, LIKE BRO WE ARE VAMPIRES YOU CANT BE SAYING THAT

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shes the one pt. lll

part ll part lll (bonus)

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pairing; obsessive!ellie williams x f!reader

c/w; language, obsessive behavior,

part l

part ll

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Why the fuck was she so touchy-feely with Jesse? Why is he so close to her? Doesn’t he know that she’s already my girl? What’s wrong with him? What’s wrong with her? He was with Dina, after all. So why go after my prized posession?

The urge to charge over there and pull the two apart so unbearable. But for the sake of embarrassing myself and losing the love of my life, I refrained.

It had been maybe four days since Maria had given me the ok to work just not on my own. Thankfully, I wasn’t set up for anything important and could attend the little get together Maria had set up. Just wished Jesse wasn’t with her.

She danced so happily with him it made me sick to my stomach. Her gorgeous smile seen by Jesse, his hands on her hips, her eyes taking him in and not me. What kind of bullshit?

Fortunately, the song had finally come to an end, her and Jesse walking over to me. On the other hand, an unwanted figure entered my peripheral. Shit.

“Ellie!”

Fuck. Please, don’t talk to me, don’t ask me to dance. Just fuck off. I’ve someone else to give myself to.

“Hello? Earth to Ellie.”

Fuck off, Dina.

“What?” I’m fucking busy.

“Everything okay?” Dina questioned, seeming worried about me. But I could obviously give less of a fuck.

“Ellie! My angel! Hi, gorgeous!” that beautiful, soft girl was now a bit of a wreck, walking over to me, using Jesse for support.

Perfect timing. Thank you.

“Jesse?” I questioned, keeping this slight mess that attached herself me to on her feet.

“She only had like two drinks, Ellie. She’s just tipsy.” Jesse chuckled, “also a little dizzy but she’s good.”

“Ellie. Take me home. I’m tired,” her little pout brought a smile to my face, my hands meeting her waist as hers met my hips, “You’ll carry me right, babe?”

Babe? What? Was this her talking or was this her ‘tipsy’ side talking? Whatever it was, I was eating it up and ready to demand so many more servings.

“Jesse, can’t you take her home? I was just gonna ask Ellie to-.”

“Not anymore! Ellie’s mine now,” a small smirk stretched her face as she happily cut Dina off, eyes glued to mine, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, and her delicate hands taking their place on either side of my face, forcing me to keep eye contact with her.

Fuck, I want you so bad. But I’m not gonna take advantage of you while you’re like this. I’ll have more chances, I can feel it.

“Uhh, yeah. It’s not far. I don’t want you walkimg yourself home either.”

“Thank you, Ellie,” she face planted into my chest, giggling and running her hands down my body, “goodnight, Jesse. Bye, Dina. Mmm, tell Joel I love him and I’m off to bed.”

“Alright, get going, Ellie. She’s gonna need to sleep this off,” Jesse laughed, pushing us to the exit doors.

On the way over, she seemed to truly be a little more than just tipsy. She waved and tried to leave my side to either speak to some other friends or pet the dogs or cats around. She did not only have two drinks.

Sooner or later, we made it to her home. The first thing on my list was to get her upstairs and get her some water but she wandered off to the living room couch. I followed kneeling in front of her as she covered her face from me.

“Ellie,” she hummed, sounding as though she was crying, “Ellie, I’m tired. I don’t feel good. Stay with me. Please? I need you. Just for tonight.”

Anything. Anything for you, I mean it, “Of course. But do me a favor and keep it all down until we get upstairs. Can we do that?”

“Okay,” she sobbed, holding onto me like her life depended on it, “I’m sorry, Ellie. And Jesse lied. I thought I could handle more than two drinks. I had five. They were so good.”

“It’s okay, baby. Just hang in there,” I soothed her, carefully throwing her arm around my shoulder so she could put all her weight on me, helping her to the staircase.

She was an emotional drunk. As well as a lightweight. Good and bad to know.

Wait, I called her baby. Fuck! Fuck, shit, fuck! Maybe she won’t remember it. Right? Right!? She’s too far gone to even function anyways. I’m safe. I had to be.

From there, I managed to get her upstairs and to the bathroom in impeccable timing. Thereafter, she begged for me to help her into some pj’s and into bed where she continued to cry for me to stay with her for the night. She didn’t even have to. I was more than ready to hop in with her.

“Ellie? Can I tell you something?”

“What’s that, princess?”

Her body was pressed to mine, face hidden in my neck. I calmly wrapped my arms around her, kissing her head as she had groaned softly.

“I wish you weren’t with Dina.”

I’m sorry. What the fuck did she just say? “What?”

“Yeah. Her and Jesse broke up a week ago and I’ve noticed she’s been real close with you since then. I’ve always liked you. I’d never tell you that though. You always made me so happy.”

Fucking what? Did she just confess her feelings for me in her drunken state? She admitted she’d never tell me this. But she clearly meant while sober. Would she remember in the morning? This had to be a game. This was all a prank. A joke. But if it wasnt then this benefited me. Gave me a much more confidence than-

“You don’t feel the same way. Do you?”

Shit, I left her hanging. I needed to have this conversation with her when she was in the right place, “Let’s talk about this in the morning. If you remember.”

“If I don’t will you still bring it up?”

“Of course, beautiful.”

“Promise?” her voice was so fragile and sweet. How could I say no to her? My sweet, babygirl.

“I swear to you.”

“Cool.”

Fuck. I had some thinking to do. Lots of thinking. But, fuck, was I ready for this.

“Ellie, I gotta puke again.”

“Okay, c’mon.”

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a/n; idk if i should keep this going but im kinda willing to do so… help 😭

a/n; pssst theres a pt 3 bonus available rn

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Devil's Heat

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--- ❥ 6.2k words --- ❥ original work, not a fanfic --- ❥ TW; rape, manipulation, kidnapping, abuse, petplay, unhealthy relationships, religious themes, **none of this is okay irl and i do not condone any of this irl, it is a work of fiction**

{ Elizabeth, or Liza, is a nice girl who moved to a big city after high school. She frequents the bookstore, and one day a simple trip there goes horribly wrong.

Silas knows what he's doing is wrong, and he doesn't care. He knew he needed Liza the moment he saw her. }

(also posted to Ao3!)

this is unfinished <//3 I just wanted to post a little bit to see if its any good!!

Kidnapping. It's such a foreign concept to most people, and I mean, it was to me too. Until yesterday. I didn’t really think that I would get kidnapped on account of well, I usually don't consider that stuff.

I woke up yesterday, June 9th, 2024. I got dressed for a simple trip to the bookstore. I didn’t feel like doing much makeup so I all but skipped it, putting on only mascara to accentuate my green eyes, and a small bit of lip gloss. I put my short, blue hair into low pigtails and I looked in the mirror before I left. 

I hadn’t realized there was a car tailing behind me the whole way there, I was too busy focused on the road. Driving made me nervous after the accident with my mom when I was 12.

When I got to the store, everything was still normal. I sat in my car for a second and fixed my hair, reapplied my lip gloss, and made sure I looked decent. This was the first day in a while I hadn't felt paranoid, I'd been feeling weird lately. Almost like someone was watching me.

I chuckle at the memory, wishing I would have known better.

As soon as I stepped out of the car, shit hit the fan. I felt someone grab my wrist, and turned around to see a grown man. Albeit, an attractive one, but a grown man nonetheless. He was tall, easily a foot taller than me. He had pale skin, black hair that was long and most likely professionally taken care of based on how healthy it was. His eyes were bright red, and stared deep into my soul. He was wearing a mask covering his mouth and nose, a black button up, and black pants. I was so taken aback that I didn't even think to run.

“What are you-” He pulled me closer to his large figure, covering my mouth as my back hit his chest. I could feel his abs as he pressed his body to mine. Fight or flight began to set in, and I tried to run. I tried throwing all my force into fighting, kicking and throwing myself around as much as I could, but he had me pretty much immobilized. 

“Don’t panic, princess. I’ll take good care of you.” His voice traveled into my ears, and made my head spin. 

I felt a cloth go over my mouth; and my vision blacked out. I woke up later in this fucking room. 

I hate this fucking room.

It’s dark, and it's cold. My only sense of warmth is curling into myself on the small mattress in the corner of the room. My ankle has a heavy chain and padlock around it, connecting me to the wall. Above where the chain connects to the wall. It’s not big; and not very good quality. It’s made out of plywood and has no lid. The room is roughly 40 feet by 40 feet, if I had to guess. It’s a perfect square. All I get to eat and drink out of are two dog bowls. There's a toilet; I can't reach it while I'm chained to the wall though. 

My head snaps up at the door across the room when I hear the handle jiggle, turn, and the door slowly creak open. I curl into a ball and shove myself as far into the corner as I possibly can.

“There’s my pretty puppy.” The tall man walks towards me.

“Please don’t hurt me-” I begin to speak, but he interrupts me.

“Do not speak unless spoken to. You are no longer a person, you are my pet.” he walks closer to me slowly as he is speaking. 

“Training will be absolutely miserable for both of us. However, if you stay obedient and learn quickly, you can be spoiled like you deserve. Understood?” I stare blankly at him, my mouth drying out. He’s at the end of the mattress. 

He looks down at me, his red eyes piercing through me once again, making me fold immediately. I’m scared of him. 

“Understood.” My voice comes out shaky and uncertain. He shakes his head, crouching down to look at me closer.

“You may call me sir.” He stands back up. 

“Yes sir,” I murmur and feel my head spin once again. I crawl to the edge of the mattress and watch him as he moves around the room, inspecting the small amount of items that are present. Only now do I realize the clothing I am wearing is not the same thing I came here in. All I’m wearing is an oversized shirt and my underwear. 

“Are you hungry princess?” He asks, after what feels like an eternity of silence. He looks at me, and I slowly nod my head. He walks over to the door and exits. I make a face, quickly correcting it when I remember my situation. I cannot disrespect this man, it might cost me my life. 

He returns with a bag filled with something, and a large jug of water. He walks over to my ‘dining area’, and begins to unroll the top of the bag. 

Please don’t be actual dog food. Please do not be actual dog food.

I’m almost happy when I see him scoop out dry cereal. 

“This one is your favorite, so you have no excuse not to eat it.” I almost smile at that, finding it somewhat attractive. Then I realize how creepy it is that he knows what my favorite cereal is.

He fills the other bowl with water. He then walks back to the door. 

“I will be back tomorrow. I’m going to attempt to make this room more… bearable.” He turns and leaves the room once again. I let out a breath I did not realize I had been holding in. I feel panic rising in me, and I know I need to calm myself down so I don’t have a panic attack. Drinking some water would probably be helpful.

I try and pick up the bowl of water to drink out of it, only to find it has been welded to the floor. 

“Deadset on this dog thing huh?” I wonder aloud, not expecting a response. 

“You are cuter than any real dog could be, but yes.” I jump when I hear a reply, looking around the room. I hear a chuckle emerge from the darkness again. 

“Calm down, pup.” The name he calls me makes my head spin.

“I have an intercom system, and microphones on the camera in this room. I forgot to mention this earlier, but as you start to get adjusted to your new life, rules will be introduced and enforced. One of them is prayer.” I roll my eyes as I hear this. 

“Oh great, who am I praying to?” I lay on the sarcasm as thick as possible in this sentence, making it abundantly clear I'm not entertained by the idea of enforced prayer.

“You’ll be praying to me, your new God.” There's a deep chill in his voice, making it abundantly clear he is not joking. I suck in a deep breath when he says this. I can't help but ask myself if this guy is really that delusional. Something deep inside me ignites, though. Maybe a curiosity, but I decided to leave it alone. For the moment, at least.

I lean down, lightly drinking water from the bowl on the floor in front of me. I figure if I can just go to sleep, I can escape this for a little bit. I shakily crawl over to the mattress, and decide to speak up on one of my needs; he seems to somewhat care about them.

“You should pray before bed, princess. Get used to it, if you ever choose not to I assure you, you will regret it.” I feel the expression of disbelief wash across my face. 

“I get I’m only supposed to speak when spoken to, but you mentioned making it more bearable in this room. A stuffed animal might help with that.” As I spoke I curled up on the dirty mattress, sucking my arms and legs into the T-shirt that smelled of a man's cologne. 

I realized as I drifted off to sleep it was probably his. 

I wake up to the sound of the heavy metal door creaking on its hinges. My heart races with fear immediately. I spring up from my sleeping position, snapping my eyes around the room to attempt to ground myself through my anxiety. 

“Good morning pup.” I hear a familiar gruff voice from the corner of the room; and I squint my eyes to try and see him. I don’t respond soon enough for him apparently, because before I know it he’s standing over me, and pulling me up by my hair. 

Searing pain runs through my scalp as it supports my body weight. He pulls my face closer to him, I can smell the same scent on him that I do on the shirt I’m wearing. 

“You will speak when spoken to, understood?” I feel tears welling in my eyes. Fear and anxiety bubbles in my gut, making my legs wobble. 

“Yes, Sir, sorry Sir” My words come out in gasping breaths through the pain as tears fall from my eyes.

He drops me onto the mattress and goes back to his work in the corner. I rub the back of my head, a dull throbbing pain emerging from it. My eyes snap shut and I wince from pain. As I reopen my eyes, the room is illuminated by soft pink lighting. A small smile sneaks onto my lips; pink is one of my favorite colors. I hear a chuckle from my captor. 

“I take it you like the lights, doggy?” My stomach churns at the nickname, I find myself both disgusted by it and… delighted? 

“Yes sir, I do. They’re very pretty, thank you.” I attempt to keep my manners in peak shape, hoping he won’t hurt me again. 

I take in how he has altered the room around me. It honestly does look like a childs room; but it’s comforting. The once barren floors are now lined with soft pink carpet. My bowls stay in the same spot, refilled with new water and cereal. ‘Will I only be allowed to eat cereal?’ As silly as the fear seems, the thing I’m most scared about is losing my figure. I continue observing the room. I mentioned one thing about stuffed animals, and now there's a large pile of them just within reach of how far I can go with my chain. There's also a collection of books, once again within reach. I pick one up and realize all of these are all my books, seemingly taken from my house. He has also put all of the books I was planning on reading in here for me. I’m not sure why I’m surprised at this point, it’s obvious he was stalking me.

I’m unsure of how to get my captors attention without angering him, so I raise my hand. His eyes snap to me after I wave it around a slight bit. 

“Yes, princess?” He responds simply. I swallow, picking at the skin on my arms with my fingernails. “I need uh, I need to use the toilet.” I shift around, desperately trying to hold it in. He walks over to me slowly. He gestures to my ankle. 

“I’m going to take off your chains. If you try to run, I will break your legs.” His voice once again becomes extremely serious, losing its gentle edge that he has applied when speaking to me so far. Fear runs through my veins, and my eyes widen, rounding at the corners. My head bobs up and down in agreement, fear laced through my actions. He crouches down, gently grabbing my ankle. His hand is warm, but his fingers are calloused. He slides the key into the lock, carefully opening the shackle around my ankle. 

“I will turn around, however, I am not leaving. Be fast please.” He stands up and turns around. I weakly move up to my feet, and rush to the toilet. I don’t have time to be embarrassed, I’m more concerned with getting my business done. I finish up and return to the mattress. 

“I’m done.” He turns around and repeats his previous actions with the same softness as before. My obedient actions have an undertone of fear, not love. Both he and I can see that. He stares at me for a moment, staying at eye level with me. I stare into his eyes and feel heat rise to my face, realizing how exposed I truly feel in this moment. I take the time to observe his face. He has a square, sharp jawline. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail. His eyes are truly one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. What am I thinking? I blink, breaking the eye contact we had been holding. He stands up again swiftly. 

“I have a new mattress for you. I apologize for the state of the last one, my love. This room was used previously for those I didn’t care for so much.” He gestures to a mattress which I somehow haven’t noticed until now. It’s significantly bigger than the one I’m currently on. It has what look like light pink sheets on it, only a fitted sheet. It seems I still haven’t earned the privilege of blankets. 

“Please stand up.” He has me stand off to the side as he takes the dirty old mattress and tosses it near the door, moving the new one into place. He steps back and moves his head towards the mattress, silently telling me to lay down on it. I timidly walk over and flop down, my tired body relaxing as the soft foam morphed to my shape. He leaned down over me. I felt his hand move slowly over my thigh. Despite what I’m telling myself, I whimper. 

“Please stop..” I whine out, but my body betrays me and my hips buck up into his hand as soon as I feel it against my pulsing cunt. I turn away my face in embarrassment.

“Do you really want me to stop, pup? Or do you want me to keep going, to make you feel good like no other boy has?” My chest rises and falls harshly as he rubs me through the thin fabric of my panties. I feel him pull my panties aside, and before I can offer up a protest he slides a thick finger into me. I gasp out in both surprise and pleasure. 

“Want me to make you feel like a bitch in heat?” He begins to move his finger slowly as his voice comes out in a sickly sweet tone. I look at him with half lidded eyes, nodding faster than my brain can even process.

“Okay then princess, here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna let me touch your little body, and I’ll let you feel good.” I continue to nod at him while he speeds up the pace and my hips begin to move once again. 

“On the condition that you obey me,” He begins talking as he inserts another finger, soliciting a lewd moan from me as the corners of my eyes round. I start nodding and whimpering, feeling myself get closer to the edge. 

“Completely.” He pulls his fingers out at the end of his sentence. My head spins processing what he just told me. 

“You want me to.. What?” The fog clears from my mind. He grins at me. He removes his hands from in between my legs. My heart begins to race again, from both fear and arousal. He was my stalker, of course he figured out what got me going. 

“I’m the one in control here. You no longer have human rights. You’re a dog. The faster you learn that, the easier it is for both of us, puppy.” He kisses my forehead. I sit up and realize what I just let him do to me. I look down at my hands and they feel foreign. I don’t recognize myself. I realize he’s walking out of the room. I’m freezing cold, so I work up the courage to speak.

“Can I have a blanket?” The words come out just barely above a whisper, but he stops and turns around. I force myself to meet his eyes, and immediately regret having spoken. His eyes are filled with anger; and he’s over by me in a couple quick steps. He grabs me by my neck and pulls me up from the mattress. 

“Use your manners, dog. You’ll get a blanket when you fucking earn it.” Tears well in my eyes as I begin to thrash around from a lack of air. He drops me on the mattress and I begin to gasp for air. I try to get words out but my throat hurts too much. He walks to the door. 

“Be grateful for what you have, mutt. This could be much, much worse.” He opens and closes the door quickly. I figure that I should try to do something that will calm my ragged breath. I realize tears are streaming down my face. I picked up one of the books I was reading, I had started it the day before he took me. I look at the cover and something inside my stomach churns. It feels wrong reading dark romance now that it so heavily applies to me.

Looking around the room aimlessly, I decide going to bed is probably for the best. As I lay down, in my sleeping position that is becoming all too familiar, I hear the distinct sound of his voice. 

“Don’t forget to pray, princess. We wouldn’t want to give you a punishment now would we?” My eyes snap open, fear coursing through my veins once again. I move quickly, assuming the position that I’ve seen people take before praying. I’ve only ever seen this in movies, of course, but I still try my best. I clasp my hands together above my head, and look at the ground before closing my eyes. I mumble out a quick prayer, trying to stall so it seems that I’m saying more than I actually am. 

Once I’m done I crawl back into bed. I suddenly remember the pile of stuffed animals that is in my reach, and I opt to grab one that looks eerily similar to my favorite one from home. Upon further inspections, I realize she is the one from home. I don’t even question how he got it. In my sleepy haze, I find this overall more comforting than disturbing and I drift off to sleep. 

I wake up from a lovely dream of being at home, in my bed, with a blanket and pillows, to being in this hellhole again. I sit up and groggily rub my eyes. I groan. I glance over at the cereal and water, which I didn't eat or drink all day yesterday. Then again, I have absolutely no sense of time, or what day it is. It could still be yesterday. Whatever, it doesn’t really matter right now. I pull my hair back and lightly sip at the water. I’m still getting used to drinking out of a bowl. This place is odd. I feel so loved and cared for, yet so trapped and scared. I wonder if dogs feel like this. I don’t exactly know how to feel. I’m mostly scared and angry. I didn’t fucking ask for this. I didn’t ask to be taken hostage by some creep and forced to play his sick demented little game. 

I pull my face back from the bowl of water, setting my weight on the balls of my feet.

At the same time, I can’t help but wonder if this was fated to happen. All the books I read are exactly like this. I literally fantasized about this stuff. I never expected it to actually happen to me though. I sigh and plop down on the mattress. As much as I like the pink lighting, it’s starting to get a little old. 

“What’s your name?” The sound of my voice cuts through the silence, and all I can hope is that he’s in whatever room he has set up to monitor me so he can hear me. I sit and glance around, waiting calmly for a response.

“My name? Why do you ask, princess?" I struggle to find a response, blurting out whatever comes to mind.

“Well I mean, you know everything about me. If I’m supposed to fall in love with you, I need to know a little bit about you.” I can hear the uncertainty in my own voice. I’m not entirely lying; I can’t fall in love with someone without knowing them first. The only thing is I have absolutely no intentions of falling in love with this guy. At the moment, I’m utterly disgusted both with him for forcing himself upon me, and with myself for allowing it to happen.

“Well I suppose I could let my prey know who is going to devour her mind.” I shudder at the insinuation that he's going to devour me.

“My name is Silas." My curiosity is piqued by this. It’s an irregular name, that’s for sure. 

"Silas Nocturne. The few friends I was capable of making call me Sigh on account of my intimidating demeanor. However, neither of those names may leave your pretty lips. Also, don’t roll your eyes, little dog.” 

A small part of me feels fuzzy at the nickname, and I immediately push it down. He is not your friend or owner, I remind myself in my head, He kidnapped you. I fall onto my back.

“Thank you for telling me. Sorry for uh, rolling my eyes.” Even I can hear the disdain in my own voice as I apologize. My gut instinct tells me to obey him in order to please him, but I won’t let myself. I will not lose myself in this, I can’t. I bring my hands up to my face, palms together, and I begin to pray. 

“Please god fucking get me out of this place.” I mutter it under my breath, over and over again, hoping to please the demands of having to pray to him. Silas doesn’t need to know that I’m not praying to him. I bring my hands back down to my sides, and stare at the ceiling. With nothing to do I find myself drifting into sleep once again. 

Waking up here is dreadful. I either wake up to being alone, or I wake up to this crazy fuck who thinks he’s a god. Every time he opens the door, I desperately try to hope for an escape. I don’t think I’m getting out of here any time soon. Silas has started coming in here every day when he sees that I’m awake. Sometimes, he’s in the room before I’m even awake. He just sits there and watches me sleep, it’s extremely disturbing. 

I groan, trying not to make my discontent too obvious or he will be down here immediately. I manage to drag myself into a sitting position, my posture resembling that of a hunchback. I slowly move to check the box on the wall. I have no idea how often it’ll be filled up. I peer over the edge, my curiosity peaking as I see something sparkle inside of it. 

I scoot closer to the box, wanting to know what’s inside yet being scared at the same time. I take a deep breath before reaching my hand into the box fully. I feel around for a second before my hand hits something soft. I feel my heart drop as I pull it out of the box and realize I’m holding a dog collar.

What the fuck? I stare at the collar, unsure of what to think. It’s a fuzzy pink fabric, with a light pink clip resting on either end, and a metal D-ring sewn into it. The D-ring has a small tag hanging from it, it’s heart shaped. 

I read the tag, almost being distracted by the rhinestones on the edges. ‘Silas’s puppy’ I turn my nose away with disgust. Why is he so insistent on me being his dog? I am a human, not an animal. My focus on the collar is broken when Silas walks in, carrying what seems to be a large, light pink dog crate. It takes all my concentration to not let my jaw drop. 

“Good morning pup.” He smiles at me in a manner that would usually be loving, but due to the situation it sends chills down my spine. I stare at him with horror, unable to find a response. He lets the door slam behind him, and he begins to set up the dog crate. I focus back on the collar. I will never put this on, I swear it on my life. I don’t notice his gaze on me again until he speaks to me.

“Ah, I see you’ve discovered your present.” My face contorts at his misuse of words. Present? This is all one giant punishment. I can’t bring myself to speak, my stomach twisting in a mixture of fear and rage. He crouches in front of my figure, pulling my chin up to look at him.

“Let me explain, puppy.” I pull my face back from his hand, not wanting him to touch me whatsoever. He sighs, walking back over to the dog crate, which was now fully set up. There's also a blanket draped over the top, making the prospect of going inside of it all the more horrifying for some odd reason. Aside from it being pastel pink, I hate it.

“Since you're my dog, I need to train you. Usually, I wouldn’t crate train an animal, but you’re a special case, princess.” My eyes are fixed on the crate. A plethora of thoughts race through my mind. The most pressing question I have comes out of my mouth before I can think to hold it back.

“Are you going to put me in there?” I vomit the words out with such urgency that he’s unable to decipher what I’m saying. He stares at me and smiles.

“Why, princess? Is that what you’re scared of?” He stalks over to me and places a hand on my head. I flinch at first, but relax into the touch as it stays gentle.

“Is that what you don’t want me to do?” He questions me, suddenly closing his fist around my hair. I gasp and lean into his touch, hoping to lessen his hold, but he just pulls with more force. He drags me off of the bed, pulling me to the crate by my hair. Fear and panic start to set in as I thrash and kick my legs but remain unable to escape his grasp. He throws me into the crate, kicking at my legs a bit to make sure I go in fully.

He closes the door, locking it not just with the metal hinges on the crate, but padlocks too. I stare in dismay as I start to cry. I assume he hears my sobbing, because he crouches down to look at me.

“Wondering why I did this, princess?” His tone is mocking, making it very clear the question was rhetorical. I’m too petrified to speak so I just nod in response. 

“I did this because you’re ungrateful. You don’t appreciate how well I treat you. Every single night, I see what other, more cruel people would do to a pretty young girl like you if they found you. That’s why I saved you. That’s why I need to protect you.” He talks to me like he's making any sense, as if this isn’t the most absurd thing I’ve ever been told. As far as I’m aware, he works at a fucking gas station.

“You don’t understand how good you have it here. So you’ll learn to appreciate it. It’ll be good to put the fear of your God into you.” He stands up as he finishes his statement, pulling the blanket fully over the crate, engulfing me in darkness. I feel my breathing speed up at an alarming rate. I hate the dark. My eyes dart around the small space, waiting for a lingering danger to leap out and hurt me. My labored breaths speed up until I can feel myself becoming dizzy. I weakly suck in a deep, harsh breath, before my vision goes dark and I collapse.

I wake up still in the crate, my own personal hell. I have no idea how long it's been. I try to sit up, and I end up hitting my head on the metal bars that make up the top of the crate. I have to stay in a small and uncomfortable position, my knees tucked under me while I basically fold in on myself. I hear his voice break through the thick silence.

“Scared yet?” I logically know it’s coming from the intercom system he told me about before. Right now though, my brain couldn’t care less about logic. I find myself returning to my unhealthy habit of picking at my skin. Dark purple bumps already litter my appendages as a result of my awful coping mechanism. I feel my nails dig into my skin, and the warm blood that follows after. The pain keeps me grounded. At some point after doing this for what seems like hours, I fall asleep again.

I don’t know how many days I’ve been in this crate. It’s had to be at least two, and Silas hasn’t come to see me even once. In a strange way, I miss him. It’s dark, I’m deprived of my senses. I’ve managed to find a somewhat comfortable position to lay in while I'm here. 

I can’t even muster up enough energy to look his way when I hear the door open. There’s no point anyways, I can’t see him because of this damn blanket. I just start praying that he doesn’t hurt me anymore. He circles around my crate, watching me, making me feel like prey being sized up by its predator. 

Which isn’t too far off from what this is. My eyes watch his feet, but I don’t move. He slowly begins to unlock the crate. I feel relief start to pool in my chest, until I look at his eyes. They’re dark, a sinister gaze falling into mine as I realize what’s going to happen to me. He stands up, opening the crate door as he does.

“Get out, mutt.” I slowly maneuver out of the crate, shaking with anxiety. His eyes slide from me to the spot at his feet. I begin to stand up to walk towards him.

“Stay on the fucking floor. Dogs don’t walk on two legs.” His sentence grinds out through clenched teeth. I drop to the floor as fast as possible, all I want is to avoid getting hurt. 

Though, I have a funny feeling that won’t be possible. 

I crawl on all fours to his feet; the act is so humiliating I feel my body try to reject it, but I swallow my nerves and force myself to move. I get to his feel and rest on my shins, letting my arms fall to my thighs.

“It’s been five days now. Learned your lesson yet, puppy?” The question has a condescending ring to it, which I don’t register fast enough. Five days? I try to cover up my shock; ultimately I fail.

“Yes, Si-” My sentence is cut off abruptly with the harsh feeling of a hand hitting my face. My vision is flung to the side as I process what just happened. I take in a deep breath, and look at him once again. He gives me a small smile and reaches to stroke the hair on my head, making me tense up. I watch him closely as he reaches on top of the crate, producing the pink fuzzy collar from before. I stare up at him with light confusion. As he begins to fiddle with it, I stop paying close attention. I observe him instead. His hands, though large, move carefully. Every twitch is planned, he’s coordinated, calculated. He sees me staring at him, and a small smile moves across his lips. My eyes stay trained on his face as his tongue dips out of his mouth and onto his bottom lip. It moves slowly yet confidently over the soft skin that makes up his mouth, then moving to rolling against the air all too seductively.

I feel a burning heat rise between my legs. He stops moving his tongue, seemingly done tweaking with the collar from before. He reaches down to clasp the collar around my neck, and it feels suffocating. Aside from the fuzzy feeling encasing my neck, there's the feeling of two cold, dull metal spikes poking into the right side of my neck. He notices as my hand raises up to feel them. 

“They’re electricity conductors. I’ve set them up to shock you at a high enough level to hurt you, but not to seriously injure or kill you.” He speaks nonchalantly, as if his words haven’t come straight from a horror movie. I tug at the collar, fear making me act on impulse. He chuckles at me.

“Silly dog, there’s no use. I superglued the clasp together. That collar isn’t coming off your neck until I say it does.” He coos at me. I see him pick up a small remote and I begin to tremble. I swear to everything and anything that might be Holy, if this fucking creep shocks me-

My thought process is cut off by searing white pain crashing through my whole body in waves. My vision goes black, and I feel my body fall onto the soft carpeting that lines the floor. I wake up panting and sweaty, and I look at him with more distrust held in my gaze than anyone could imagine. If he wants me to love him, why is he doing this?

I look up to see him standing over me, smiling. 

“That was the lowest setting. You didn’t do anything to deserve it that time, I just wanted to demonstrate what awaits you if you're disobedient.” He allows me time to crawl back onto my legs, slowly recovering from the sharp jolt.

“Have you realized your situation now, princess? You will fall in love with me, it’s only a matter of how much I have to break you first.” My brain barely processes what he’s saying, a throbbing pain emerging from it. I just need to go along with this, I will find a way out eventually. I swallow my pride before pawing at his leg with a closed fist and whining slightly.

“Aw, is the little puppy hurting?” His tone is belittling, making me feel like an idiot just for existing. I nod my head, slightly turning it away as a blush fills in across my cheeks. I’m not lying to him. My head is pounding. He hooks a leash onto my collar and leads me to the mattress.

When did he get a leash? I don’t think much of it due to the haze my brain is in from the pain. He sits down on the bed and pats his knee lightly. I shuffle over to his legs, my head throbbing with pain more and more with each movement. I position my body between his large legs, resting my head on his lower thigh. I feel my eyelids start to fall, but before they can completely close I hear a familiar but gruff voice speak to me.

“Here princess, take this, it’ll help the pain.” Before I have a chance to protest he’s forcing pills into my mouth followed by water, plugging my nose and making me swallow. I try to catch my breath after being force fed mystery medication. 

“What was.. What was that?” I feel my head begin to throb harder, the room spinning around me. He strokes the top of my head and shushes me. I don’t have the energy to protest, and opt into blinking over and over again in a desperate attempt to ground myself. On the last blink, I see Silas begin to unzip his pants.

I feel myself slip into sleep, even as I put all my effort into resisting it. 

I wake up, and I’m laying on the mattress. I rub my eyes and sit up groggily. I feel a weird, cold sensation between my legs, and reach down to feel what it is. As my hand touched my inner thigh, I feel a cold sticky substance on my leg. My stomach turns and ties in knots. I pull up my shirt in a panic, finding relief that my panties are still on, and his mess is just on the outside of them.

Fucking pervert. My face contorts with disgust. I feel myself start to get sick, and I run to the toilet. I vomit for what feels like hours. I have no idea what time it is, ever, and it’s driving me insane.

After I finish throwing up, I try to drink some water. I then slowly crawl up onto the mattress, realizing he took the blanket. I sigh and start crying, letting myself relax for the first time in what feels like forever. 

[makur0]

I am BEGGING for nsfw dom hiyori fic💔 my boy has no fics of him being dominant it's so sad HAHA. can you do dom!hiyori with a gn!reader? Like he gets whiny and pouty about the reader spending too much time with jun and so he, out of jealousy, starts giving off vaguely sexual hints to the reader that ends up in them getting into it once they get home. He ends up being a little mean and denies the reader an orgasm as a small punishment :((( can you include after care too<33? TYSM!

Pay attention to me!

synopsis — tired of being thrown in the dirt, he decides to give off sultry hints to you to rile you up. of course it works, but you need to learn a little lesson… [hiyori tomoe x gn! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. dom! hiyori, semi-exhibitionism? (public teasing), face riding, orgasm denial, begging + teasing, jealous sex (in a way), crackfic at beginning

author’s note — I ABSOLUTELY ADORE HIYORI YALL DONT UNDERSTAND IT- ahem. but thank you for the req, i had so much fun!!

word count — 1118

IT WAS NOT A GOOD HIYORI.

It really wasn’t.

“Jun, look at this!”

“Oh my gosh, Jun, watch!”

“Jun, Jun, Junnnn~”

Hiyori had graciously let you tag along on Jun and his’ weekly shopping spree because he wanted to spend time with you. But by the looks of it, and much to his irritation, you were attached to Jun’s hip for at least an hour now. 

Jun-kun was supposed to be the third wheel, not him. It wasn’t fair.

“Ne ne~ [name]-kun,” Hiyori jumped in between you two, his bright smile trying to hide his increasing attitude. “How about we go check out this new clothes shop I found? I bet there’s a lot of cute things for you and I!”

You brightened, opening your mouth to respond, but a loud growl interrupted you. 

Jun coughed loudly, mortified. “I- ahem, sorry.”

“Are you hungry?” You said, turning away from Hiyori as he gazed at you forlornly. “It is around lunchtime... how ‘bout this, let’s go get something to eat, and then we’ll continue shopping!”

Pay attention to me! Not him! Not Jun-kun!

“No no no,” Jun rushed, his eyes flitting to a quiet Hiyori. “I- I’ll get something myself, why don’t you and Oshii-san check out that store?”

“I’m hungry too!” You chirped, hooking his arm with yours and marching away. “Now off we go!”

Jun desperately glanced back at the other, his throat drying as his gaze looked dark and hurt, his lips in a pout. This really wasn’t going to end well, wasn’t it...

The male was dangerously quiet at the cafe, only speaking when spoken to. Jun was just waiting for him to explode, but on the other hand you didn’t seem to care, happily eating your lunch with Jun.

Unbeknownst to you, Hiyori was trying to find a way to regret ignoring him. Because how dare you don’t pay attention to him, one of the best and prettiest idols? How dare you make him feel insecure, unwanted? And how dare you hang out with Jun, right in front of him? For sure, he was going to make you pay.

“Oh and then one time...” You chuckled, grasping your drink. “There was- huh? Hiyori?”

He had gotten up and made his way over to you, lightly grinning. “Oh, don’t mind me, [name], I’m just going to be a good boyfriend and throw out your trash~”

Your breath hitched. He had leaned right over your shoulder, his lips grazing your ear as he grabbed your garbage from the table. Poor Jun, he almost choked on his drink watching this. Nope, not today-

Hiyori stood back up straight, throwing you a knowing smirk as he pranced away.

“Bro,” Jun said, his sandwich halfway to his mouth. “Not in front of my lunch.”

You forced out a laugh, but soon slouched over, your eyes wide. “I- there’s no way he did it on purpose, right?”

“You haven’t been hanging out with him all day,” He reasoned. “Of course Oshii-san gets jealous. You should know this by now.”

Shit. You should.

You had to cut the conversation as Hiyori came back, your face still flushed as he sat down next to you.

“Well!” He clapped his hands together. “Shall we get going?”

You were a complete mess. And he was relentless.

Subtle groping, breathing down your neck, even flashing you when he tried on clothes- you were reduced into a red, blushing mess. The more you grew quiet, the more vocal Hiyori was, even going as far as to ask you: “Oh, my dear [name], what’s the matter? Do you have a fever?”

The trio walked out of their last store for the day, the green-haired male looking triumphant, Jun looking done with life, and you contemplating your life choices.

Hiyori giggled. “Oops, sorry. I just saw something I liked in that lingerie store, so I had to check it out! Sorry, Jun-kun~”

“It’s fine,” the said idol grumbled, struggling with the bags. “Can we just- go home now?”

“Of course!” He chirped. “If you don’t mind, though, me and [name] are going to head back to their apartment. Can you-”

“Yep, yes, absolutely,” With renewed energy Jun grabbed all the bags, sending you a ‘good luck’ face before pacing away from the two of you.

Great. You turned to Hiyori with a knowing expression, him himself giving you a shit-eating grin. 

“Oh, my dear [name],” He purred, petting your hair. “You really fucked it up this time, haven’t you?”

You sighed shakily. “Yup.”

---

Eh, fucking up had its perks.

“Y-yes!” You moaned out, grabbing his hair and pushing your ass further into his face. “More, please-!”

Hiyori hummed loudly, his violet eyes staring straight at you as he devoured your sex. Perfect, it was absolutely perfect. As soon as you two stepped into your apartment you were all over him, begging for him to touch you. Your hair askew, your eyes unfocused, and your cheeks a strawberry red, how could he say no to such a cute thing like you?

Such a little slut, he thought, his eyes narrowing at your panting figure above him. Thinking that they can get away with this... they really think I’m helping them, heh.

A sharp gasp left you, your hips jerking as you grew close to your orgasm. “-yori, Hiyori, I’m-m close~!”

You shoved your ass closer to him, but much to your surprise he turned his head sideways, his hands pushing at your thighs as he ripped his mouth away from you. “Mm?!”

He spat into your thighs, looking back up at you. “You really thought that I would let you orgasm? Little whore~ thinking that you can take whatever you want...”

“Please!” You begged, frantically threading your fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry- sorry! I should have b-been paying more attention to you, I know! Just please, I wanna come, I wanna come!”

Hiyori stared at you with narrowed purple eyes, humming against your shaking leg. “...At least you admit your faults. Well then~”

He dove right back into you, sucking more harshly on you. Immediately you screamed out in pleasure, your back arching as you collapsed in a mind-numbing orgasm. Hiyori continued to ravish you, only stopping as you tugged on his hair a bit too roughly.

You let out a shaky breath, slouching over as he encased you in a tight hug.

“Oh, my precious little bean,” He drawled, pressing kisses against your now-drowsy face. “I’m sorry for that~ just make sure that I’m the most important to you in your eyes, alright?”

“Alright...” You mumbled, pressing your face against his chest. Hiyori chuckled, rubbing your back tenderly as both of you drifted off into sleep.

[alchemic-writings]

A Welcome Distraction Chapter 1

Modern AU Mhin/Reader. Updates will be posted sooner on ao3 @/panichoodie

Story will be 18+

Three months ago you broke up with your partner of five years and now have no idea what to do with your life. You wish someone else could make decisions for you in life. When your friends suggest finding a dom to find direction in life, you would have never expected to discover the hot dom you found online to be your distant coworker.

A deep sigh leaves my lips as I slam the shot glass down against the bar. The vodka burns but it’s good. That means I can still feel. “God, sparrow, you need to slow down a bit. We’re here to have fun, not to forget.” There’s Ais, somehow being the voice of reason after insisting we have shots the second we walked up to the bar. “C’mon Icy, getting blackout drunk is how you have fun!” And there’s the second devil on my shoulder, Vere. I let out a deep sigh as I lowered my head down onto the counter. 

We’ve been going out to this same shitty bar every week since I broke up with my ex, Quinn, three months ago. Even though I never regretted my decision, I’ve now realized how I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life. All my plans followed them. I had nothing for myself and I began feeling more like their shadow. 

Vere continued to list off his ideas of “fun” while I continued my depressing monologue. It wasn’t until they used my back to rest both of his elbows up and cup his own face did I tune into his words again, “And, we need to get you laid! When was your last hookup anyways?” A blush rose to my cheeks as I glared at him, “You two know exactly when my last hookup was.” Vere looked at me with wide eyes before leaning back to begin cackling hysterically. I used the lack of weight on my back to sit up again, I turned to my other side and saw Ais giving me a shit-eating grin, assholes. “HAHAHA oh my god! You’re telling me you haven’t slept with anyone since our shitty threesome three months ago?” 

I put my face in my hands and groaned. The first weekend after my breakup us three went out for drinks just like this. I got completely hammered and when Vere and Ais were getting ready to leave I begged them to stay with me. My apartment was so cold now without Quinn and I didn’t want to be alone. The sex was going as well as three people on a queen sized mattress could have until I started sobbing so hard I threw up. Ais helped clean me up and lay me down to sleep and I vowed to never sleep with those two again out of sheer embarrassment. Sadly the two have never let me live down said embarrassment by giving me the nickname Chunks. 

“Vere, they don’t have to fuck away the pain like you do. Maybe they just need time to let themselves breathe on their own. Don’t force yourself to sleep around if you don't want to, ok?…” I lift my head up to smile at Ais. He can be an ass but he can also be sweet, “… Chunks…”, nevermind. Assholes. Both of them. I slam my hands down on the counter and begin to sit up, “If you two are going to laugh at my sex life all night, I’ll be leaving.” 

Before I am able to stand, Vere wraps an arm around my shoulders to force me back down. “We’re only teasing, MC! You should be using this time to do things you could never do with your bore of an ex!” I hummed in contemplation. There were lots of things I had given up to match Quinn’s lifestyle. One of the few that I didn’t was taking pole dancing classes, which led me to meeting Vere and eventually Ais as well. The taller man spoke up as well at Vere’s suggestion, “Yeah, sparrow, wasn’t that the whole reason you broke up with them in the first place? Why aren’t you doing what you want?” 

I think back to my past three months. Despite breaking up with Quinn because I wanted to change who I became for them, the only thing that I’ve done differently was that almost threesome. I finally respond, “Well, I guess it’s because I have no fucking idea what I want to do now. I was always Quinn’s Partner. I just wish I could have someone else pick something for me sometimes.” There’s a spark in Vere’s eyes when I finish my sentence, “You know,” Vere purrs, “you could always look into finding a dom to make those decisions for you.” I blush at the suggestion. 

Vere and Ais are both active in bdsm. They actually introduced the concept of a dom/sub dynamic to me and I was very interested. But when I suggested it to Quinn it got shot down as soon as I asked. “We don’t need all that fancy stuff in the bedroom, babe. You’ve been enjoying our sex, right?”  Which I had been! But bdsm sounded like… a treat. Something you don’t have everyday but when you do you love it. 

But after the past three months of being lost while going through the motions at work and drinking on the weekends, Vere’s suggestion feels like a need. Having someone tell me what to do could help quiet my thoughts long enough to finally get over my breakup…

I let out a long breath as the idea of finding a dom becomes more and more desirable. “Even if I wanted to find one… How on earth would I do that? Just walk around with a sign that says ‘please dominate me’?” A grin grows on Vere’s face at my solution as he responds, “As much as I want to say yes to your suggestion, I feel sorry for you and will actually help you.” Ais speaks up behind us, “Wow, you’re being helpful, Vere? This must be serious.” Vere’s eyes flit to Ais, “You’ve seen how depressing they’ve been for the past three months. Getting them a dom will be helpful for all of us.” 

A chuckle leaves my lips as I look down at my hands. Despite how many walls these two put up and how annoying they can be, they truly care about me. My head turns back up to Vere, “So, how do I do this then?” “Well, this might be a little too high tech for you but there are these things called apps where you can find people who want the same thing as you online.” I roll my eyes, “I know what a social app is, fuckwad, tell me which one.” Ais gives a hum in contemplation as he pulls out his own phone. “There’s a pretty good amount out there, but the best one for a newbie like you would probably be ‘Collared’. Pretty user friendly.” He slides his phone across the counter towards me and I peer at the screen in front of me. It uses a distance radius to filter users into certain groups where you can start discussion threads and has a private messages feature as well. I hum in agreement and pull out my own phone to search for the app but I’m stopped when Vere steals my phone, “Ah ah ah, dear! I don’t trust you to make your own profile.” I reach out to try to grab my phone from his grip, “What do you mean you don’t trust me? I just have to put some information in and it’s done!” A tug on my shirt pulls me backwards as Ais speaks up, “I dunno, sparrow. You’ve been out of the social pool for a long time and you’ve never been with a dom before. At least let us help you get started.” 

My shoulders slump as I admit defeat. It’s true that I haven’t even winked at someone for the past five years, so making my own profile would probably result in scarring anyone in a 30 mile radius. Vere’s smirk grows as he pockets my phone and stands up, “Already playing the submissive role so well! Keep this up and we’ll find you a dom in no time.” He turns and begins walking towards the front of the bar, thus missing the daggers shooting from my eyes as Ais and I stand up to follow him outside. 

It isn’t until I take a deep breath of the cool night air does Vere turn back towards the two of us, “Let’s spend the night at my place tonight. We’ll be able to work on your profile and set up some cute pictures as well.” We all agreed to his plan, seeing as how Vere has the biggest apartment out of the three of us and the largest collection of… clothes… that would be fitting for an app like this. 

Once we enter Vere’s apartment he immediately goes towards his walk-in wardrobe and begins to assess the collection. Vere holds up items to my body before making a face of approval or disgust, and throws all the items approved on to Ais to hold. Once Vere is satisfied with the assortment of items, he takes me into the closet and instructs me on which items to put on first. As I’m changing into barely anything I can hear the two typing on a laptop and discussing to themselves. Every few minutes one of them yells out a question from the form for me to respond to, but my answers are quickly vetoed and they type something they deem as “sexier”. 

I step out once I’ve finished changing, and I receive a wolf whistle from Ais and a proud smirk from Vere in response. As I awkwardly shuffle from side to side a squeak is made by the rubbing of the latex underwear. Vere had given me an all black attire; a corset top, a pair of latex underwear, and a garter belt with thigh high stockings. Ais stands up and begins to circle me, “Hmm, you did a great job but I think they’re forgetting something.” Vere’s eyebrow twitches at his critique, “What could I have possibly missed? They look fucking hot.” Ais doesn’t respond and instead retreats into the closet himself before coming back holding a piece of leather, “a collar.” Ais stands behind me as his arms loop around my front to help secure the strip of leather around my neck. It’s a simple black piece of leather with an o-ring on the front and a buckle clap in the back, but having it secured against my neck sends a shiver down my spine. 

Ais’s hands rest on my shoulders as he leans his head against mine, “Doesn’t sparrow look like a present now waiting to be ripped open?” Vere slinks towards us and cups my cheek as he responds, “Hmm, I hate to admit it but you’re right. The collar was an excellent addition.” I awkwardly laugh as I step to the side, removing myself from the reach of the two men. “Thanks for hyping me up, guys, but aren’t we supposed to be setting up my profile?...” They both shared a look before laughing. Ais is the first one to speak up, “You are so easy to fluster, sparrow. You’re definitely gonna find a dom by the end of the night.” Vere pulls out his phone as gestures to the bed, “Get up there so I can take some pictures. Don’t worry about how to pose, I’ll tell you.” 

After thirty minutes of blushing while being told how to position my body, Vere seemed satisfied with the pictures taken and dropped them to his laptop so we could choose the best ones for my profile. After adding a few pictures to my gallery we finally settled on which one will be my profile picture. It's a picture of me sitting up on the bed with my legs bent in front of me and one finger looped around the ring of the collar. My head was cropped out of it “for your safety and to make you seem mysterious,” explained Ais. Vere was next as he shooed Ais away to take his place in front of the laptop and began a new thread on the forum. 

[DreadfulHands Started a New Thread]  [1:10 am]

Hiiii everyone! I’m a sub that’s new to bdsm after leaving my loser ex of 5 years! I’m local to Eridia and I’m looking for a dom that can really show me the ropes ;) 

Vere sat back crossing his arms with a pleased smile on his face. I stared at the screen in horror until I heard a snort to my left. Ais was biting his lip to keep the laughter down but his grin betrayed him. These assholes! I reach over to delete the paragraph before Vere catches my hand. We have a stare down before I attempt again with the other and this leads us to begin fighting for control of the other's hands. I’m almost able to reach the keyboard until I’m lifted in the air by Ais, whose arms are wrapped around my torso. In a state of panic I kick my legs out, and end up accidentally sending the laptop tumbling to the carpeted floor. “What the fuck Chunks!” Vere sits up to pick up his laptop and assess the damage. Anger boils in my veins, “What the fuck to me? You’re the one trying to make me sound like a sex bot!” Vere rolls his eyes as he responds, “It was just a joke, I wasn’t actually going to-” he stops himself as he stares at the screen. 

A heavy silence fills the room as we wait for Vere to continue. Ais slowly sets me down as he begins to walk towards Vere, “What did you do?”. As Ais now looks at the screen another pause fills the room. Anxiety fills me as I walk over to them and turn my head so I can see what’s wrong.

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Another silence falls as all three of us stare at the screen… “Technically you were the one that kicked my laptop so you posted it yourself…” I snap out of my shock and turn to Vere, “I don’t fucking care who posted it! Just delete it before too many people see it!” Ais lays a hand on my shoulder and shakes his head, “That’s the one drawback about Collared, you can’t delete threads unless you’re a mod.” I sink to the floor and put my face into my hands and sigh, “Maybe I’m not meant for this…” Vere sets the laptop to the side and sinks down with me, “Don’t be like that! Maybe someone will find your sex bot attitude sexy and want to still be with you! I know there are plenty of desperate losers on there that-” Vere is cut off by a notification sound, several to be exact. We turn back to the laptop and click on the notifications. 

[1:11 am] [LatexBookworm commented on your post: “Welcome to the community! :D”]

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Ais lets out a chuckle, “Well, maybe that post wasn’t so bad after all…” We all let out a chuckle before another notification popped up. 

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I let out a sigh of relief at the notification, “A mod! I can just ask them to delete that thread and we can redo a proper introduction.” I click on the notification to lead me to the private message board

[1:14 am] (MOD) StarRaven:

Are you stupid?

[weaselle]

Aliens

i did it. i finally did it. i invented an alien that’s NOTHING like earth life.

Do you know how HARD that is!? Do you know moray eels have an inner jaw like the xenomorphs from the Aliens movies? Did you know several types of fish live in groups with a single large female and when she dies the next largest male undergoes a sex change and becomes the new lady in charge? And some fungi have hundreds, or even thousands of genders? Did you know the jeweled wasp stings a cockroach sooooo precisely in the brain that it controls what it’s behavior will be (which is to stop eating or drinking and instead guard the larva that are slowly eating it alive). Did you know there’s a plant that changes its leaves to be shaped like the leaves of plants it’s growing near, and it will even copy a plastic plant, and it does it without touching it, and we basically have no idea how the fuck it knows what shape the leaves are.. did you know that shit?

Do you understand how hard it is to imagine a form of life that isn’t composed of earth features? Like yeah, i can do the floaty tentacle thing but it’s basically an air octopus, or i could do like, “what if people were also alligators” or i can be like, great big eyes, scary ass mouth, six limbs and oh, wings too why not, and some striking colors and ah fuck i’ve just done a fat furry dragonfly haven’t i.

i mean yes its my own fault for insisting i design my aliens evolutionarily from the environment up. Like, does my alien navigate the incomprehensible storms and gravitational forces of a gas giant? Because having a human and one of those aliens in the same place at the same time is probably going to kill one of them. Putting them on earth would likely be like hauling a deep sea fish up to the surface where their cells all sort of turn inside out from the change in water pressure.

but if you evolve your aliens in an environment that any earth creatures can live in, they’re gonna like. They’re gonna have features that some earth creature has. Did you know that octopuses can edit their own genetic code during their lifetime? They can change who they are on a genetic level. 

Anyway, it’s super hard to get an alien that can share human environments but is so acutely alien in all ways that a human wouldn’t even comprehend what they were looking at. Right?

Not something you look at and go like, oh yeah, that’s just like if a crab lived in the trees and created strong electro magnetic fields to feel their way around (did you know bees do that? bees create like, an electro-static aura, and flowers also create them, and when a bee lands on a flower it temporarily flips it to reverse between negative and positive, so when a bee flies near a flower it feels a little magnetic pull toward a flower full of pollen, but feels a little push away from a flower that has recently been landed on by a bee and is mostly empty of pollen. Did you know that?)

i just, i want an alien that is SO alien, that you don’t understand what you are looking at when you see it. Like you don’t see common features, you don’t see a mouth, no eyes, it doesn’t appear to be breathing. It doesn’t have recognizable limbs but isn’t some kind of slug thing... is there a head? are none of those things heads? Are all of them?

and i can come up with THAT stuff all day long. But i can’t help myself, i always wind up being like, ok, but WHAT ARE they though, what are all those things that may or may not be heads, what are they being used for? I as the author feel i have to know, and that means i have to decide: what environmental pressures dictated evolution into that form?

anyway my standards are high for alien creation, but i think the results are going to be worth it.

i have a bunch of aliens i’ve come up with that are super cool aliens, and they meet many of my standards for perfect alien design

So far i have TWO. two alien species that meet every standard and still work. And are, I guarantee, NOTHING like any earth life form. They do, unfortunately, form a ven diagram of design between them, but nothing about them is of this earth. 

i can’t tell you yet, gotta figure out how to present them in story form

[thelesbianpoirot]

Hello, I am not getting any younger and I want to jump back into the bleak lesbian dating world. Should I act like a normie to get a wife? Or should I looksmaxx and stay true to my lesbian separatist beliefs?

On one end I betray myself but on the other I’d have to do an uncomfortable amount of work to become more good looking. I don’t think women will care about my beliefs if I’m jacked.

What do you think?

Babe this is so real, people like to pretend gay women don't care about appearance and that every lesbi woman wants a low effort fat butch, but that is a BIG lie. Even gay women have preferences informed by society, few vary. So looksmaxxing will probably get you more women. I did get more attention my dating app pages when I dressed femme, but I didn't want to do that anymore, so I just get a good haircut, nice looking clothes, put stuff on my face so I don't have awful acne and take pictures in great lighting. If you can do a bit more, like working out, and buying a cool outfit or two, do it, but don't do shit you can't maintain because she'll leave you if you can't keep it up. I met a girl when I was 125 pounds, shaved and with long hair to my ass, and she did not want me when I gained 50 pounds due to health issues and buzz it all off. I have lost some of that weight, but I am definitely not 130 anymore. And I left her because I realized she didn't want me anymore, and I was not staying with someone who didn't want me after I recovered from an eating disorder. But I also don't blame her because you can't force yourself to get turned on by someone you are not. BEING JACKED HELPS A LOT but if you hate exercise, just focus on getting fit, basic walking more, stretching, eating greens, drinking water. But date while you're working on your body, so you know what the dating landscape looks like, so when you post those updated pictures, and the interactions flood in, you aren't too out of your element. SUMMARY: LOOK GOOD IN AN EASILY MAINTAINED WAY - hygienic, well-dressed, good haircut etc. It does help with dating a lot. But being an impossible to maintain transformation will never last and whatever relationship you gained because of your transformation also won't last. I don't start off relationships with strong feminist conversations, I like to slowly introduce my beliefs. You don't want to be preachy and annoying, but don't go too much against your beliefs. You'll hate being stuck with a woman who is your ideological opposite, so if you're looking for more than sex, I'll so be true to yourself, but don't bulldoze her down in conversations if she says something un-feminist, everyone has space to learn. I personally cannot date a someone heavily into trans identity, I have tried that, and I just grew to hate that person, because they would constantly try defend TIMS against any criticism, kept implying I was a trans man, and they just talked about nothing but childish things and gender. It was so cringe, I had to get out of there. Don't do that to yourself. But there is nothing wrong with not bringing up the scum manifesto to your date. Just talking about other things you might have in common before you delve too deep into specifics - books, movies, hobbies, sports. I put feminist in my bio, because I think if that dissuades any woman, she isn't my type at all. I also put "interested in sexual relationships with adult women" for the same reason. But I don't put "radical feminist aligned" because radical feminism has been given such bad press, that despite a woman agreeing with everyone of my beliefs, she might have preconceived notions implanted by anti-feminists and trans activists. Separatism is niche, not well known, so a potential woman might google it, and find some dumb article by an anti-feminist and think you're some weirdo extremist or something. Even if every time I have explained separatism to a woman, she has agreed sounds incredible. Slowly share more and more of yourself with people, don't excitedly dump all at once. It's just rude otherwise. SUMMARY: Don't try to ideologically trample normal women, but don't date your ideological opposite, people are more accepting of your beliefs after they have known you for a while.

[sooniessoulmate]

𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝 ~ 𝚌𝚑.𝟺 ~ 𝚒𝚗𝚒 & 𝚓𝚘𝟷 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛: 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚡

𝚌𝚑.𝟹 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟻

Dinner is served to Ruki and you at his cousin’s restaurant. The food looks and smells absolutely heavenly. If only your appetite was fully intact, you are certain the food would taste just as good as it looks and smells. “Come on, you need to eat,” he insists, looking at you with eyes full of concern.

“I’m sorry Ruki,” you sigh. “I’m just not hungry and I’m afraid if I force myself to eat, it’s going to make me sick.”

“I know I don’t know the extent of everything you’ve been through today but maybe it would help if you talked about it,” he suggests.

You look away as tears begin to form in your eyes, “my father was murdered,” you say in a tone that is so low that it's barely audible.

He gasps expressing pure shock. “What do you mean murdered?”

“To be honest, I don’t really know the details,” you sigh. “I only know what my brother told me and he always leaves out the details when it comes to anything that involves him and father.”

“I’m sorry baby,” Ruki says, sympathetically with a slight frown on his face.

The waiter returns to the table with a bottle of red wine, “Mr. Shosei sent this over, sir,” he explains, pouring the burgundy colored liquid into two glasses and placing one in front of each of you. 

“Thank you,” Ruki sighs, analyzing your facial expressions for any sign of acceptance of the wine. He turns to look at the waiter who is still staring at him, “is that all?”

“Oh yes,” the waiter stumbles, “I’ll be taking my leave now,” he scurries away just as quickly as he originally appeared. 

Without thinking you reach for your glass of wine and drink the entire glass. “Mmmm, that’s really good wine.”

“I’m glad you like it, my dear,” Shosei purrs, walking over to the table. “It's our finest bottle of perfectly aged Chateau Lafite Rothschild Bordeaux Pauillac.”

“I have no idea what you just said but it still tastes good,” you smile.

“I'll tell you a little secret,” Shosei starts. “I have a lot of things that taste…”

“Alright Shosei,” Ruki quickly interrupts. “That’s enough of that.”

“I think the princess might actually enjoy the attention,” he smirks, staring at you, waiting for a response.

“Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Ruki growls. “Y/N is clearly uncomfortable.”

“I think she looks rather intrigued,” Shosei states.

“Why are you out here bothering us again?” Ruki quickly changes the subject, clearly annoyed.

“I need to borrow you, you’re needed in my office,” Shosei explains, his eyes never leaving you.

“Can’t you see I’m a little busy at the moment?” Ruki snaps.

“I’m not asking you to come to my office,” Shosei snarls, glaring at the younger one. “I’m telling you to come to my office.”

Your eyes widen when you hear and feel the change of atmosphere when the orders are barked out. The tension becomes so thick, it can be cut with a knife, which makes you want to crawl under the table and hide.

“I am busy right now,” Ruki retorts without hesitation. “I told you that I will stop in once we are finished with our dinner.”

“That is unacceptable,” Shosei growls.

“Ahhh shit the prince himself is here,” Ren snarls walking into the restaurant, followed closely behind by Takumi.

You watch as Ruki tenses up upon the entrance of the two men, surprised by the reaction. This is really the first time you’ve ever seen his body language change so drastically. Ruki always remains calm in every situation so the fact that he appears to be on edge, makes you aware that you should follow suit.

“Why are you guys here?” Ruki asks, standing up and moving to where he is in front of you, almost as if he was trying to shield you.

“Well well well,” Ren hums, walking over to the table after spotting you. “Who do we have here?”

You could feel his eyes burning a hole through you, practically undressing you with his eyes making both your skin crawl and hair stand up on the back of your neck. 

Ruki moves again, blocking the strange man from your line of vision. “Leave her alone, Ren,” he orders.

“I just want to properly introduce myself to this vision of pure beauty,” Ren announces, with a hint of confidence in his tone.

“Alright, that’s enough fucking around guys,” Shosei interrupts, with a more dominating demeanor than you’ve seen him have prior. 

Ren turns to face Shosei, laughing with a shit eating grin on his face, “I must say this is not a very intimidating look on you.”

You feel something in your hair, assuming a fly landed, after moving your hand up to swat the insect away, you jump after making contact with a hand. You look and the smaller man who was following Ren is now only inches from your face. The corner of his lips curl upwards into a spine chilling grin before he lets out a guttural, low growl, “woof woof woof.” You jump, staring with wide eyes, almost paralyzed by fear.  

“I like your eyes,” he continues. “I have the perfect box I could store them in.”

“Takumi,” Ruki snaps, “leave her the fuck alone.”

Takumi, grabs your throat with one hand while making eye contact, “till next time prince jacker.” and with that he runs over to stand between Ren and Ruki.

“Run along prince, dad needs you,” Ren smiles, “and don’t worry about this little ray of sunshine, daddy will take care of her.”

He sits down in the seat where Ruki was sitting across from you at your table. He places an elbow onto the table resting his face in the palm of his hand, “So tell me sunshine, what’s your name?”

“God damn it Ren,” Ruki growls. “Leave her the fuck alone.”

With a look of pure rage, Ren slides his hand into his sports coat, a man appears from the office and commands, “Shiroiwa, Kawanishi, Ohira…get in here NOW!”

“Awww look at that,” Ren smiles, a look of smugness on his face. “Looks like dad thinks I should be the babysitter.”

Ruki looks at you with apologetic eyes, “I’ll be right back, will you be ok?”

You want to tell him no, you want to beg him to stay and not to leave you with the crazed maniac who has been undressing you with his eyes the entire time he has walked into the building, but you know you can’t. Instead, you force a smile and nod. “I’ll be fine.”

You watch as the other men scurry away from the table and into the office. Ren is still focusing on you as though you are the only person in the entire room.

“I’m going to ask you again,” he growls in a low deep voice, sending shivers down to your core. “What’s your name, sunshine?”

“My name is Tajima Y/N.”

To look at Ren you wouldn’t be able to tell what he has hidden beneath the shiny exterior. He’s a gorgeous man, practically perfection but as they say, ‘you can’t judge a book by its cover’.

“Tajima Y/N,” he repeats. You can see the wheels spinning in his mind but you can’t bring yourself to ask him what he is thinking. “So tell me Miss Tajima Y/N, what are you doing with Prince charming?”

“What do you mean?” you wonder.

He laughs at your innocence, “it’s quite simple sunshine, are you just a good time girl or more?”

“Oh my god,” you gasp. “It’s nothing like that. Ruki and I are friends from university and he’s just helping me out right now.”

“Is that so?” Ren smirks, eyes moving down onto your figure, lingering there for a little longer than necessary.

The doors to the office open, Ruki and Takumi reenter the dining room. Ren moves over to sit next to you before anyone has the chance to steal his spot. He smells like a combination of expensive cologne and cigarettes, a smell that seems to tickle your senses without your consent.

Ruki sits on the opposite side of you. “Are you ok?” he whispers.

“Don’t worry prince charming,” Ren interjects, “I didn’t ruin your little trophy…yet that is.”

Ren pulls his phone out of his pocket, opening the camera and snaps a picture of himself sitting next to you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Ruki growls, slamming his hand down onto the table.

Takumi’s eyes get wide with excitement as he jumps onto the table “Shit’s gonna go the fuck down!!!!” he yells.

Ren forwards the picture he just captured, with the message, “oh my oh my look at the ray of sunshine I came across. I wonder how sweet she’s gonna taste.” He hits send, placing the phone back into his pocket, leaning back and waiting for the fun to begin.

Your phone instantly starts vibrating in your pocket…

Meanwhile~~~

Shogo drives his car to ‘Fengfan’s’, parking his car on the street in front. He gets out and walks inside, Masaya closely behind. Masaya walks over, slamming his beloved bat down on an empty table close to where the other men are sitting. He looks up with tears in his eyes, “I’m sorry Shogo,” he whimpers. “Even though Eleanor was on board, I just can’t do it. I can’t hurt Fengie…I love him too much.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Shogo growls, looking around at all the patrons watching on in shock. “Everyone out of here now, your meals are on the house. Now Go.”

All the guests get up and quickly scurry out of the restaurant, leaving Shogo and his boys alone.

“Please don’t hate Eleanor, Shogo,” Masaya begs. “She wanted to make you happy but I couldn’t. This is my fault, not hers.”

“I told you we’re not here to fucking hurt anyone,” Shogo growls.

Takeru stands up, walking over to Masaya. He grabs Eleanor, licking her while making eye contact with the crying lunatic, then throws his beloved bat across the room. “I just fucked your bitch ass licker,” he growls. 

The crying stops immediately and a look of rage overtakes Masaya’s face. He reaches down, grabbing Christine from her case secured on his belt loop, holding it against Takeru’s throat. Her blade is so sharp, that blood starts dripping down his neck.

“Now your precious Christine is fucking me too,” Takeru smirks. He reaches around his back pulling his black and yellow 9mm from his waistband jamming it into the side of Masaya’s head. “What do you say ole friend, you wanna leave this world together?”

“I can’t fucking deal with this bullshit today,” Shogo snaps, kicking a table causing it to flip making all the dishes break upon hitting the floor.

Fengfan stands up from the bar, without saying a word, he walks over and grabs Masaya and Takeru with both hands. He leans in close and whispers, “I will kill both of you right here and now if you don’t knock this shit off. And then I will butcher your bodies and serve you as tomorrow dinner specials. Understood?”

Masaya slowly lowers Christine, securing her back into her case on his belt loop as Takeru slowly shoves his 9mm into the front of his waistband. He grabs his neck seeing the blood on his hand. He smirks at Masaya not being able to control his urges, “since that was christine fucking me, is this her cum or mine?” he licks the blood of his hand, smiling evilly, “either way its fucking delicious.”

“I swear to fucking god, Takeru, get the fuck over here now and sit,” Jin growls, causing him to quickly do as he’s told. 

Masaya puts his head down and follows Fengfan back over to the bar, sitting down next to him. “I’m really sorry Fengie,” he whimpers, laying his head on his shoulder. “I didn’t want to hurt you, I really didn’t.”

“Get the hell off of me,” Fengfan snarls.

“But I love you,” Masaya announces.

“At least you know you can get ass from someone,” Jin laughs, winking at Fengfan. 

“I can’t fucking believe this shit,” Shogo states still pacing around the restaurant. 

“Yo, Shogo,” Jin starts. “Why don’t you fill us in on what’s going on.”

Shogo continues to pace without saying anything. He picks up a chair, throwing it through the glass window in the front of the restaurant. “God damn it!” he yells.

“Should I go give him a hug?” Masaya asks. 

“No, you stay,” Fengfan orders.

“Yea don’t risk losing your plan b,” Jin teases again.

Shogo walks over to the bar, grabbing a bottle of liquor and starts chugging. He slams it down onto the wood before looking at the others, “he’s gone boys, he’s gone.”

“Oh my god,” Fengfan gasped. “I’m sorry man.”

Before Shogo has time to respond his phone starts to vibrate, grabbing his attention. He pulls his phone out of his pocket to see a picture of you with Ren. “I’m gonna fucking kill him,” he growls then immediately dials your phone.

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