#all grit with a pinch of sugar

[addaxus]

“In his left hand he holds the iron, in his right falls the sugar. One blink the iron fires the silver and the sugar falls into the puddle of red pooling at his feet. Twice blinked and the sugar turns to sand. There is no more.”

El Ojos Diablos

[cuubism]

I've written something very silly. Dating apps, texting fic, crack, smut. desire messing with dream. onlyfans creator hob. trans dream. Enjoy.

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U up?

The notification from an unfamiliar app stared up at Dream from his locked phone screen. He frowned, perplexed. Nobody texted him. Certainly not with such vernacular.

Dream opened the notification. It pulled up the messaging page of a dating app, one he himself had certainly not installed—

Desire. He grit his teeth. Unfortunately, they weren’t nearby to receive his ire.

Dream looked again at U up? on the message interface. He clicked on the profile of the man who’d sent it, a “Kyle” who would not have looked out of place shotgunning a beer at a rager. Of course, Desire had not only gone to great lengths to establish him on this insipid app, but had also spent time matching him with the exact opposite of his type, presumably to cause him never-ending grief and annoyance. As usual.

Dream should probably have just deleted the app. Instead he responded, For?

What he received in response, a few minutes later, was a poorly-lit photograph of Kyle’s penis. Dream pinched his nose between thumb and forefinger with a sigh. He should have known.

I have seen better, he replied, and closed out of the app.

He had been back at his writing for ten minutes or so when his phone buzzed again. He checked the notification.

Brad: you could be MY good boy, kitty cat 😽

Dream gagged, but opened the man’s profile out of perilous, morbid curiosity.

Brad, 28, Hedge Fund Manager, “Looking for something casual on the DL”, likes golf and cryptocurrency— oh, dear. Somehow, Dream doubted this Brad truly wanted Dream to become a part of his life. Nor did Dream want to be his ‘kitty cat’.

He was going to have words with Desire.

You strike me as a man who brings choking into the bedroom without knowing what a safe word is, he wrote. Am I accurate?

I can choke you if you want, baby 😜, wrote Brad. Which may as well have been a yes.

Dream did not think that Brad was the person he wanted that from. Not to mention that his utter lack of kink safety knowledge would probably land Dream in hospital, and there were more interesting ways for that to happen than mediocre sex in a finance associate’s penthouse.

I would prefer to keep my brain cells, he wrote, and closed the app.

Over the next few days, Dream fielded many strange, annoying, and obscene messages from people on this app. He certainly had not “swiped right” on anybody himself, so he could only assumed Desire had done so on his behalf and had now left him to suffer the consequences of “matching.” By all rights, he should have just deleted the app off his phone. But Dream rarely communicated with anyone, certainly not strangers, and there was something a little bit entertaining about seeing what kind of drivel was being thrown his way. Was this how people attempted to court over the internet? Or perhaps Desire had merely “matched” him with the dregs of humanity.

By the end of the week, Dream had received seven “dick pics”, four offers to share one or more of his body parts in exchange for cash, and a request to become a seventy-five year-old man’s “sugar baby.” He was uncertain precisely what that entailed, but he was fairly certain he would not like it.

He had also received a text from Desire that read, enjoying yourself? ;) to which he did not respond.

His meager entertainment expended, Dream was on the verge of finally deleting the app when he received a different message:

Hob: Do you think it’s possible to cheat death by force of will, or are you too busy craving its sweet release to consider it?

Dream frowned, perplexed by the specificity of the message. Finally it occurred to him to actually look at the profile Desire had made. He swiped over to said screen, and sighed in aggravation.

Desire had, at least, chosen flattering photos of him. He supposed if the goal was to have Dream sexually harassed over the internet, this would have been a requirement. The photos definitely suggested something other than “serious, committed relationship”, but they weren’t terrible, at least.

As for the text—well, Dream finally understood where some of the more unhinged messages he had received had come from. He read through the given prompts, and Desire’s answers to them:

Dating me is like: You found a stray cat and brought it home and fed it and you were going to take it to the animal shelter but now it won't leave. It’s pretty cute if a bit mangy but it won’t stop biting your hand and mewing pathetically. The sex is pretty good tho.

“Pretty good.” Desire had written all this and couldn’t even manage to make Dream sound like a satisfying hookup. Typical.

He read on:

I’ll fall for you if: You tell me I’m a good boy 😳

Things were falling into place in Dream’s mind now.

Hob’s strange message seemed to arise from the main part of Dream’s profile, where Desire had listed his “religion” as “worshipping l’appel du vide.” An interesting element for this “Hob” to focus on. Dream did not think it was typical for messages on these apps to open with a discussion of death.

He switched back over to the messaging page of the app, and replied: I consider death often. As to your query, it depends: are you thinking of death as an entity one could escape, or a force like gravity? Or perhaps a place one must go?

Hmm, Hob responded, good question. I think it’s like a state. But a state of nothingness. See, if I thought it was a *place*, might be willing to go, see something new and all. But what’s the point of nothingness?

Nothingness is its own satisfaction, wrote Dream. It seemed peaceful, to him. Quiet. The lack of need for satisfaction in the first place.

But you won’t be there, so you won’t get to experience it, said Hob.

Precisely.

Huh. The void really is calling to you. You don’t like experience, then?

Is that innuendo? Dream asked.

Could be. If it is, do I get to be part of the toxic codependent relationship that ends horribly for everyone?

Another reference to Desire’s profile choices. What Dream was apparently “looking for in a relationship.”

That depends on the quality of your experience, he wrote.

I’ve received good reviews, said Hob.

You’ve yet to call me “kitten,” so I suppose I must concur on that front, replied Dream.

You started that one, little stray cat, said Hob.

Technically Desire had started it, but Dream had to grudgingly admit that his profile did invite such comments.

Having a smashing time in your dm’s, then? Hob continued.

I have received several unsolicited pictures of genitalia, wrote Dream.

Oh yeah? said Hob. Anything good?

Random strangers’ genitals did not interest Dream. There was a reason he did not watch porn. Mediocre at best, Dream said.

There was a long pause, and Dream hastily added, Do not send me a picture of your dick as comparison.

My dick is already all over the internet, you don’t need to get it here 😛, said Hob.

Dream blinked several times at his phone screen, as if to clear away a fog before a message that might make more sense.

What, he wrote.

Before Hob could reply, it occurred to Dream that perhaps he should actually look at Hob’s own profile. He had gotten too caught up in the strange conversation to remember to do so.

He opened it and— froze.

Dream had already deduced that Desire had intentionally matched him with whoever they thought Dream would be least interested in. He could see why they had thought the same of Hob, primarily because he was very different from Dream. In the past, Dream had tended to have flings with people who were rather like him, in some respects. “Tortured artists,” Death would say.

This was not Hob. For one, unlike Dream’s pouty and morose profile photo, Hob was actually smiling in the first picture on his page. And what a smile.

He was handsome, too. At least, Dream thought so. Handsome in a homey, comfortable way, the type of handsome that suggested really good hugs, and coffee in the mornings, and someone to come home to. Dream scrolled through more photos, and caught the spark of mischief in his eyes that belied his easy nature. This best matched the way Hob spoke in his messages, he thought.

It was not so much that Hob was his usual type, and more that Desire had unintentionally uncovered a type Dream had not known he had. He swallowed hard. Scrolled back up to read the details of Hob’s bio, in search of answers to the strangeness of Hob’s response.

Ah. His profession was listed as “OnlyFans creator.” That would explain it. He supposed he could track down Hob’s profile on said app. Dream was historically not very interested in porn, however. But he was finding himself interested in Hob.

He moved back to the messaging page, and wrote, before Hob could question why Dream was confused about information that was clearly stated in his profile, Ah. I see. I’m afraid I don’t watch porn.

That a moral stance? Bcuz I get enough of that already, trust me.

Personal taste, said Dream.

Prefer to get it in person, eh? said Hob.

Yes.

You’d do numbers on OnlyFans just fyi, Hob wrote. If u ever wanted more cash. Or does Poetry & Malaise pay better than I thought?

Dream’s “career,” according to Desire.

He supposed Hob's comment was flattering, in a way. Is that your own bias, Hob? Or your considered opinion as a professional?

Both ;), said Hob.

If that is your situation, then why are you on this app, dare I ask? Most people I have encountered seem to just be interested in sex but I doubt you are suffering from a dearth of it.

What, porn stars can’t want to get married? :(

Dream could imagine his pout. It was surprisingly endearing.

THAT is why you are here?

Sure, be judgmental about it, mister “I want to get consumed.” Or was that about vore and I misread it as metaphorical?

Dream spluttered, though Hob was not physically present to see it. Indeed, Desire had written that Dream wanted “someone he could consume and be consumed by in turn,” which was surprisingly accurate considering its intention had been to mess with him.

It is not VORE, he wrote. Then followed it up with, I have frequently been accused of being intense, possessive, and overbearing.

Well then we have that in common, Hob replied. By the way, sex for work is not the same as sex with someone you really care about. Or would you feel emotionally fulfilled after fucking your colleagues?

I don’t have colleagues, said Dream.

Right, right. Poetry and malaise.

And have you achieved much emotionally fulfilling sex from this app?

No :(, said Hob.

You are too handsome for that to be the case, wrote Dream, and realized what he had said a moment after he’d hit send.

He panicked internally until Hob replied, And here I thought I was just annoying you 🥰.

I might be having a crisis over your photos myself, Hob added, but let’s not discuss it or I’ll embarrass myself.

We could discuss it in a different venue, Dream wrote, heart in his throat. I am interested also in hearing your plans to thwart death. Perhaps over drinks?

Thought you’d never ask :)

So they set a time.

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Drinks turned quickly into tumbling into Hob’s flat turned quickly into Hob pushing Dream up against the door and kissing him senseless turned quickly into falling into Hob’s bed. Dream was feeling quite happy about his decision to go on a date with this weird, death-obsessed OnlyFans creator. He had been right about Hob giving good hugs, he had learned that when Hob had greeted him at the bar. He had also learned that Hob really knew how to use his tongue.

“Fuck, Dream,” Hob said, looking up at him, lips wet. He had his hands wrapped around Dream’s thighs and his face between Dream’s legs, and yes, Dream was feeling very satisfied with his decision, indeed. He might even have to send Desire a gift basket. “You taste so good.”

“Your mouth is ungodly,” said Dream, tipping his head back against the pillow with a groan as Hob continued teasing him with that mouth, swiping his tongue through Dream’s folds and sucking on his clit.

“Converted you to a new religion? You’re done with the void, then?”

Dream twisted his hands in Hob’s hair, holding on tight, thighs trembling, heartbeat racing in his throat. “Perhaps.”

“Is Dream your real name, by the way?” Hob asked, pushing one finger into Dream, and then quickly two, as Dream moaned and clenched down on him. “I kind of thought it was fake.”

“No,” said Dream, though it came out as another moan. “It is real.”

“Fascinating.” And he went back to torturing Dream with his mouth, fucking him deep on his fingers, until Dream was squirming and writhing under him, trying to get away from Hob’s relentlessness even as he wanted to throw himself into its fire. He felt hot, feverish, taut all over, Hob’s hands were so good, and his mouth—

“Hob,” he whined, “please.”

Hob paused, looked up at him, lips and nose wet with Dream’s fluids. Then grinned cheekily. “Yes, kitten?”

And why did something that had sounded so revolting coming from anonymous strangers only make Dream laugh when Hob said it? He laughed, a horrible, choking laugh, and Hob laughed too, incredulously. Dream could not remember ever laughing during sex, it had always been a torrid and serious affair. But Hob was so charming and handsome and Dream wanted to kiss him.

“Come,” he commanded, drawing Hob up towards him by his hair, and Hob went, and Dream brought their lips together. Hob’s mouth was slick and tasted of Dream. It was heady.

Dream wrapped a leg around his waist and pulled him closer until their bodies were pressed together, and Hob ground his cock between Dream’s legs, between his folds and against his clit. He didn’t try to actually fuck Dream, though, which Dream figured was Hob’s professional good sense considering they hadn’t discussed birth control or anything in that vein in their haste. He imagined what might have happened if he had instead gone home with Brad of the un-negotiated choking kink, and laughed despite himself.

“What are you laughing at?” asked Hob, lifting his head to look at him. He really was so appealing, with his dark eyes, hair falling long over his forehead, his voice that was much more honey-warm than Dream could have imagined over text.

“I was thinking of the catastrophe that would have resulted had I slept with one of the questionable individuals I’ve encountered on that app, and my good fortune in finding you instead.”

Hob smiled, and kissed him, a proper first date type kiss, sweet and kind. Then he said, dragging his hand through Dream’s hair, tugging on it, “Don’t think about anyone else.” He kissed Dream’s jaw, then down his neck, nipping at his skin.

Dream dug his nails into Hob’s back, into his strong shoulders as Hob ground against him. He wished Hob was fucking him. His cock felt so good even just moving between Dream’s legs, and the weight of his body over Dream’s was so grounding. Next time, maybe.

He shivered as Hob moved faster over him, claimed his mouth with a hard kiss. “Come on me,” Dream urged, pulling Hob in tighter again with his leg wrapped around his waist. He reached between them and got his hand around Hob, and Hob groaned.

“Dream—”

Dream pulled him off in time with Hob’s own thrusts, and soon felt Hob’s hips stuttering, his grip tightening in Dream’s hair. He came over Dream’s hand and stomach, breathing hard against Dream’s throat. But he didn’t pause very long to recover himself, instead slipping three fingers back into Dream, making Dream arch against him with a shout.

“Hob!”

Hob worked him mercilessly until Dream was clenching around him with a gasp, body shaking as his orgasm ramped back up and hit him, fast and hard. Hob grinned against his throat as Dream panted, then gently pulled his fingers free and raised his head to look Dream in the eye as he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean of Dream’s spend. Fucking. Hell. And this man couldn’t find someone to marry him?

Hob kissed him again, and again it was sweet, and firm, like his hugs. Dream kissed him back, petting Hob’s hair. Pleased with the position he’d found himself in. Pleased with Hob.

“Good?” Hob asked, stroking a hand up and down his side.

“Very,” Dream sighed.

“Good,” said Hob. “For me, too.”

He kissed Dream’s cheek, and then went and got a soft wet cloth to clean them both up, and even brought Dream a glass of water. Truly Dream’s good fortune was unparalleled on this day.

Hob slipped back into bed beside him, and Dream laid on his side, head pillowed on his arm, gazing at him. Tucked an errant strand of Hob’s hair behind his ear. Ran his fingers over the stubble on Hob’s cheek. He really was quite handsome, especially mussed from sex, in the low bedroom light. Perhaps Dream was going to have to find his OnlyFans. Just so he could… take this home with him.

“You really are even prettier in person,” Hob murmured, studying him. “Although I don’t think the rest of your profile was really doing you justice.”

“That is because my sibling initially created it to annoy me,” Dream admitted. “However, I think I am the one who’s come out on top in the end.”

“That does explain some things,” Hob said with a chuckle. He took Dream’s hand and kissed his fingertips, met his eyes again. “I promise I won’t break your heart. If you stay.”

My BFF’s take on why you should date me, Desire’s profile fills had read: With luck you can be the next person to break his heart <3

Once again, it had not been entirely inaccurate. But perhaps it would be this time.

“I think I am inclined to,” he said quietly, and Hob smiled, that warm, endearing smile.

So Dream did stay that night, cuddled up in Hob’s arms. Feeling all warm inside, even when Hob had fallen asleep, and Dream was still awake, lying beside him. He often had a hard time sleeping, but he didn’t mind so much, right now. Hob was pleasant to cuddle up to, even if Dream couldn’t sleep. Hob was pleasant all around, in fact. Dream tended to fall fast and hard and he could already feel it hovering over him like a cresting wave. Fortunately, Hob didn’t seem inclined to be any more casual about him than Dream was feeling about him.

Dream thought he could get used to this.

With Hob’s arm still wrapped around his waist, Dream swiped his phone off the nightstand and opened his text thread with Desire, which still had enjoying yourself? ;) as the last message, as yet not responded to.

Having made Desire wait for several days already, Dream wrote, with a little smile, I think I am going to get married, and turned off his phone.

[privitivium]

I have a thing for aphrodisiacs...mind writing that with johnny joestar...? 😖

i dont mind at all, pal. idiot loser buys foreign candy. ahemhrm.

brattish subbot johnny joestar x soft domtop m

cw/c ;; unknowingly consuming drugs,,, brief overstim,,. disabled johnny - can still feel his genitals, frotting :p sorry for any mistakes

“come on johnny, what's the harm?!” you tease him, pinched fingers holding a piece of hard candy to the blondie's blue lipstick covered lips that you fancied yourself having a taste; arm slung around his shoulder in the comfort of your shared fancy hotel room you bought after making it to the checkpointㅡ

“my harm is that you bought that shit from a sketchy looking guy who had girls’ underwear stapled to his chest!” johnny complained, tossing you a glare from his side of the bed, partially shoving you away with a huff, “no one in their right mind would consume anything from a guy as suspicious as that. you're an idiot.” he mutters plainly, scrounging around in his bag to distract himself from the heat of your body next to his, leaning on himㅡ"well, i guess i am an idiot!” you huff, promptly crunching on the candy just to irritate him further.

“yes, i already know that..” johnny grits, rolling his shoulder back to shove your arm off him,. “you're probably gonna be poisoned. and then we're gonna leave you to be buried here, we don't wanna drag around dead weight.” he snickers at his own attempt at a joke, grinning.. “yeah, yeah.. i know how much you'd like that.” you stand abruptly, meandering toward the other side of the bed. a barrier of pillows placed by johnny, provided by the hotel, splitting the bed into two sides. you fiddle around with the nightstand, sucking on another smaller piece, before standing and making your way toward the windowㅡjohnny tensing at the sound of shuffling, trying to resist the urge to look at you in case you were already staring at him - the thought makes his heart palpitate a little harderㅡscribbling something in a miscellaneous notebook that wasn't for logging, thinking that he actually pissed you off,,,

now standing at the window of the shared room, overlooking the town as you suck dutifully on the candy - you didnt think it was sketch, the guy with panties stapled to his chest had a total assortment in his trenchcoat, and you saw a few other people buying off him before you!! he even had his own sign and a stall saying what he sells! you don't think its that bad.. an orange hard candy, rolling over your tongue.. tangy, sweet. yummy - before johnny joins you, rolling over and peeking out the window to see what was so fascinating to keep your gaze.. nothing too spectacular.. he side-eyes your tensed form, glancing down at the window sill and spotting a couple of tiny crumpled wrappers along the wood.. he figured you would have eaten them all already, but you seem to be pacing yourself... he hums faintly, curiosity piqued, seeing as they didn't seem to be taking effect if they were poisoned?? you were quite stupid in his eyes, taking candy from a stranger..

johnny purses his baby blue lips, hands in his lap before he was looking up at you;; “can I have one?” johnny held out his hand, eyes narrowed as he looked up at you, asking rather politely.. “jeez, alright, fine..” you huff as if it were the most tedious thing,,, a smile gracing your lips as you drop the paper wrapped candies into his awaiting palm, excited to share your treat with a man that expressed dislike for you..,,

“maybe it takes a while for the effects to kick in..” johnny snarks, yet pinches his fingers and tosses one of the hard candies in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the hard sugar, not allowing himself to hum in delight at the taste… not allowing you the satisfaction of being right that it does taste good. “then we die together.”

you bit your tongue, refraining yourself from asking about his dreams, goals, and gyro;; settling on.. “ew.. how disgustingly romantic.” you hiss in distaste, face burning with bashfulness, trying to play it off as a warm feeling begins spreading along your loins… a-ah.. hrnn.. “i'm tired.” you complain, ignoring the growing problem in your pants, turning away from johnny and company ( window ), “wh-what?” he stutters, eyes widening in surprise as you shuffle away from him - did he do something? REALLY!? did he piss you off,,, watching in slight surprise as you put away the candy and yourself away.. johnny huffs softly, before rolling himself back over to his side… shoving the blankets out of the way and helping himself onto the bed. he had no other choice but to do as you were, feeling a little awkward to do anything else.. you, squirming around on the other side of the barrier - turning on your side so that it wouldn't be that prominent,,,, jesus, your body was on fire. sweaty. it was a few minutes after you suddenly jumped into bed,,, squirming around with a dick aching to be touched,,, body dripping in sweat. you shuffle around in the dim light, not trying to awaken johnny as you presume he's already fallen asleep,,, struggling to unbutton your shirt and face the ceiling - a slight tent visible, the bulkiness of the blanket not helping,,

johnny interrupts your writhing with an utter of your name with a slight grit, breathlessness to his voice - he was laying on his back, mimicking your position. not that you could see anyhow, you jolt, surprised to hear his voice - you could feel the itchiness of the pre-cum lathering your tip and fabric of your underwear,,, “quit your moving.. i can't sleep with you moving around like that.” he complains softly - your thighs rub together, before completely stilling.

“yes, sorry johnny.” you quip back mutely, whispering. another minute passes, and you were growing increasingly restless and annoyed. should you jerk off in the bathroom? that is obviously the best option right now, but you can't help yourself, laying on your back, hands fidgeting at your sides. the warmth, an ache in your cock to be touched… you trail your hands over your abdomen, trailing lower underneath the blanket while staring straight up at the ceilingㅡ“f/n.” johnny's voice breaks you of your stupor, calling out your name so faintly you'd think you hallucinated itㅡreminding you of how close you were on the bed, pillows as a barrier or notㅡ

“yes, johnny?” your voice cracks as you reply meekly, a stark contrast to how you were acting just before, hands stationed at your sides - thinking that you were caught trying to touch yourself. the blanket shifts over you and rubs against your tent... you- you couldn't handle it.. the warmth spreading to your face, overtaking your abdomen, almost as if you were downing a bottle of liquor of some kindㅡ

"i.. i need help.”

you sit upward, looking over the pillow barrier worriedly - ignoring your boner for the sake of pleasing johnny and to help with whatever he possibly needs and turning on the lightㅡcome to find out he was dealing with a problem himself, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling with a face flushed red in the dim light, breathing relatively heavily before he sits himself up, the blanket falling off of his chest to his lap where… yes you can obviously see a bit of a tent there…

“help?” you murmur meekly, staring at him - reaching out and touching on his arm without even meaning to do so - your erection throbs with a heartbeat. ew. “help with what?” you continue worriedly, hand grazing upwards toward his neck.

“you know what, you idiot..” he couldn't help but hiss affectionately, having a liking for insulting you, letting himself lean over the barrier of pillows, partially against you. “you're such a moron, how could you let yourself be subjected to your stupid candy-eating habits? now look where it got us.” johnny.. as smart as ever. totally. obviously, if you both feel the same way, it must have been.. of course, a sketchy ass guy would sell you.. that kind of weird things. he would continue to berate you - but he needed to feel you, now. now, as in.. inside him, or you.. his hand grazing over his bulge shamelessly, which your eyes follow dutifully - squeezing your thighs together.

“yeah.. yeah sure.. uh .. uh huh..” in a messy haze, you tore yourself away, body on autopilot as you yank the blankets and sheets away - tossing the pillows to the side. johnny,,, laid out in the middle, hair splayed out on the pillows to support his head,,, lazily rubbing in between his legs..,,, you didn't have it in you to speak, as you were in a rush to be bare as a cloudless sunny sky, rushing to help johnny as he so begged you in his own way, having sit up and began trying to lift them off before you gently move his hands away - tugging them off completely, pushing him back and climbing atop him - noting how pretty his dick was, flushed an angry red and pre-cum pearling.. you shudder, tensing.. before taking him in your arms, holding him in, chest to chest and rutting your slick bare cock against his, grunting in his neck and nibbling on his neck - before he was squirming to push you off before he came so easily - unable to voice his pleasure as he was breathless in such a short amount of time, “s-s’ enough..” he grunts, drool slipping down his chin which you eagerly lean inward and lap up, smearing blue lipstick along your face and his - “need y’.. you.. in.” he squirms, trying to push you away, trying to get you to go downward - which you excitedly follow - after nearly cumming on top of johnny's dick from merely rubbing yourselves togetherㅡ

before you found your oil lubed up fingers pumping into his writhing, whining form - one of his legs hiked up just so you could see your fingers disappearing inside him,,, so lewd. before you began complaining, that he needs to feel you inside him - not your fingers. yo-you're cock, which he's been obviously eyeing up with the way it's been positively fucking sobbing with cum,, you slide up behind him, spooning him from behind and shifting your arm underneath him, under his arm just to shove your digits in his mouth while you spread him open;; eager to direct yourself into him; eager to be inside - eager to feel something warm and fleshy squeezing on your cock, yet you take your time with your hand palming on the fat of his thigh - unable to take your eyes off of his lower back side like the hungry admiring pervert you are,,, “hurry up.” johnny hisses - embarrassed at his neediness as he fidgets with his fingers - before yours were shoved in his mouth. the urge to completely chomp your fingers off waiving, as he laps up the sweat accumulated,, before you slowly push upwards, hand keeping his leg upward for you to enter,,, tip pushing passed his previously stretched ring of muscle, nearly cumming after you bottom out inside him, his squeezing gummy walls tensing around your cock - whimpering into the nape of his neck, before willing yourself to fuck into him sloppily,,,

“y-you.. feel so good, johnny…” you murmur, your usually chipper voice broken down to a mere whisper. his heart fluttering at your raspy voice, breathless as you tell him how good he feels,,, biting on your fingers and lapping up hisㅡyour fluids that coated your digits,, pumping ever so softly into his mouth, barely noticeable..

“,, i love youu,,” you bumped your head against his, nuzzling your nose into his cheek while nestled deep inside him;; bodies dripping in sweat so disgustingly in the comfort of a soft, cozy bed with the blankets strewn about on the floor.. johnny was sure that your confession was only because of your idiocy and dumb brain overloaded with lust,,, but still,, he involuntarily echoes it to you in a gentle, fond manner... blaming it all on your stupid candy and idiocy,,,..

[hoshigray]

Back at it with pt. ii of the assassin duo! Toji x reader (finally!!): where the reader avoids Toji after the one-night stand, and it goes well for the most part. But can the same be said for Toji? How long can this quiet game go before someone snaps?

A/n: Am I writing this because I'm spitful of getting a community label on my sugar daddy! Toji x sugar baby! reader fic? Yes. Yes, I am. 🙃 Sighhh. But ya know what, it's all good because you lovelies gave it so much love, so tysm for 3k notes!!! And thank you so much for the 300+ followers!! Y'all are too kind~~~ Since I have no idea how to celebrate, I guess another poll will suffice so pick whichever prompt you'd like to see for next Thursday (as well as a bonus art from me hehe)!!!

Also, for context's sake, this is pt. ii of this drabble that I have written, so please give it a read if you ever feel confused. This fic was long overdue and is WAY longer than I EVER intended for it to be, so I apologize for this hefty piece of work. I do hope you like it tho!!

Also, also: @absoluteindulgence here ya go!! just as I promised ccc:

Cw: dom! Toji x fem! reader - fingering (fem! receiving) - Toji gets a bit possessive/jealous - sex in a public place (workplace) - biting - clitoral play (pinches 2x) - Toji is his coky self but reader doesn't back down - implied overstimulation (fem! receiving) - pet names (angel, angel face, baby, darlin', good girl, honey, sweetie, sweetheart, sweet thing) - third party interruptions (they don't walk in on you two doing the deed tho) - kissing session - edging (fem! receiving) - Toji steals your panties bc he's a cheeky asshat - ayoo Toji and reader catching feelings.

Wc: 5.1k (omfg I'm so sorry y'all lmao)

The last time you ran into Toji was the "I'll treat you for dinner with nothing attached" mishap you got yourself into. How can you not ridicule yourself for getting caught in such a moment? The man you hate with every fiber in your being practically had you folded like a pretzel, chuckling and teasing you in your most vulnerable state as he used your body in his way fit.

The most unpleasant thing about it was you reminiscing about those intimate moments you had with him that night. When his hot groans made you squeeze tighter on his dick. His thick fingers in your mouth play with your tongue as he kisses the nape of your neck from the back. When you hold him for support while he pounds into your wet folds, the naughty sounds make you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

Or worse: as Toji had his way with you, he called you the sweetest names as if he truly meant them, like he wouldn't mind calling you by them for the rest of his days.

Images of that night continue to haunt you, especially within the confines of your own home, in your own bed. How many nights has it been since you've fought the urge to touch yourself and failed? Losing count says quite a lot.

"Hnngh, shit shit shit...Fuck, y/n, you don't know what you're doing to me, baby." His voice is present in your mind as your fingers rub your clit. You shut your eyes close once you enter a digit inside your opening. "Awwh, are you embarrassed, angel? Don't wanna look me in the eye? No? Heh, then what are you grippin' 'round me for..." Another digit enters between your folds, and you grip your bedsheets while the memories still play in your head. "Damn, sweetie, lookin' so beautiful fr' me, ya know that?" Faster and faster your fingers go, your sensitivity inching higher and higher. "My beautiful darlin'."

And then you release. Cum slides down your inner thighs as your legs shake, your dignity and shame staining the dry sheets.

Damn you, Toji Fushiguro. Through gritted teeth and tears swelling up, you swear to not get mixed with that man from here on out.

And you do just that. Anytime you saw him within the same corridor or room, you would ghost him as if his familiar tall, solid build could never catch your eye. You'd go on about your business, onto the next task, onto the next client.

You didn't even take his missions anymore, nor did he for yours. Everything was going back to where it was before this incident of yours. As if you two never acknowledged each other in the first place.

It was for the best, at least that's what you told yourself. You had to get back to who you were previously, whether that meant being the top assassin or not. Whichever came first, as long as you were nowhere near him.

As for Toji, he could tell what game you were playing the moment your eyes no longer gave him the time of day. And Toji wasn't mad at it either; he preferred the "no feelings attached" approach. So he did his part to not get mixed into whatever you were doing, missions and all.

But as much Toji tries not to, he can't stop thinking about you. The way your hips sway when you walk past him, your voice soft yet stern when conversing with your handler, and when you check your small hands to see if you adequately cleaned off the blood from the mission prior.

His mind can only think of your wrists trapped under his single hand while he stuffs his fingers into your mouth with the other. Your legs and ass tremble as you ride him. Doing your best not to be too loud, but oh, Toji wants you loud. He wants you to let him know he's making you mewl and shriek, not giving a damn if the whole world knows as well. "Haaah—Ahhh!! T-Toji, please...I'm gonna cum, if you keep—Ohhh!"

Hearing you, kissing you, holding you, all of it. All of you. If he could have you close to him, he'd be as swift as a blink of an eye.

But again, he preferred this way. Less trouble, more work.

And it was going pretty alright.

Well, until you start going on missions with other hitmen.

Although your diligent work ethic and astute experience led you to the top, you've also gained respect and admiration from your colleagues, especially your junior subordinates.

And now that you seemed to stop associating yourself with Toji, some of the other guys tried to use this to their advantage to get closer to you and request your aid for some of their tasks.

And who are you to say no to helping others who wish to improve? There's no wrong in doing so.

Except there is a wrong. Its name is Toji Fushiguro, and the last straw was when he saw one of the juniors try to take you out to dinner (to which you declined, of course). He needed to stop this before some poor rookie's head decorated some walls.

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Another day goes by, and you go down the hallway from a meeting with your handler, only to see Toji leaning on a wall. You've done this dance several times now. Just keep walking. You walk past him like nothing, easy peasy. Now onto the next task and go see-

"Y/n."

You stop in your tracks when someone calls out to you. No, you know who it was that said your name. It's been a while since you've heard his husky voice. You sigh and continue walking.

Toji's brows furrow. Unless you were seeing things he wasn't, you two were obviously the only people in this hall. Stopping at the sound of his voice is evidence that you're aware of his existence. Yet you move right along.

That's strike one.

He gets up from the wall and follows behind you. Toji stares at your figure, and he knows you can sense him. He huffs, cursing you that you got him following you like some lovestruck schoolboy.

"Y/n." He tries it again.

You didn't stop this time, your face in the direction you were heading.

That's strike two.

Toji sucks his teeth. Now this is getting annoying. He takes five giant steps and places his hand on your shoulder, gripping it so you can stop at that spot. "Yo!!" He doesn't bother hiding his irritation.

"Hey!"

You free your shoulder from his hand in a swift motion, smacking his arm away. It was a small action, but it gave you enough leeway to hop a few extra meters away from him.

However, Toji was way quicker than that.

He grabs and pins you onto the wall of the hallway corner. You wince as the pain is slight, yet nothing too life-threatening. But that can't be said for the look Toji was giving you. Black brows are pulled down, and his forest-green eyes affirm that he's livid.

Strike three it is.

"I fucking dare you to try and get yourself out of this one," His rough hands are now on your shoulders, but they're keeping you in one place this time. "Try it."

A displeased frown paints your face. "Oh? Are you challenging me? I thought you'd have half the brain to know that's not a good idea."

He sneers at your attempt at sounding threatening. It always worked with others, but never with him. He found you adorable for always trying. "Hmph, your sassy mouth loves to spit out venom," Toji leans his face in, his nose almost touching yours. "Thought I fucked that attitude right out of ya."

You bring a knee to his groin, but again, Toji is one step ahead. Grabbing your leg and pulling it up with one hand while he uses the other to hold your wrists above your head.

Your eyes widen. This position, the memories, it's all coming back to you.

Pull yourself together, damn it!

"Tch, what is this about now, you reckless bear?" You glare at the man, trying to stay calm in this predicament.

"I'm fine playing the avoiding game—"

"You don't seem fine about it now." You cut him off.

"I wonder who's to blame for that."

"What the hell did I do? I carried on with my work and left you alone. Everything was going back to how it used to—"

"I don't think you avoiding me and going on other missions with other guys used to happen."

How you fought the urge to roll your eyes amazed you. "What are you, an elementary schooler? Why does it matter to you what I do with my time?"

"Shut up. You know I've been in this field longer than you have, and when you came into the picture, you always chose to be alone."

"Again," your patience wears thin by the second. "Why does it matter to you?"

Silence. He just stares at you as anger dwindles out bit by bit, but he's in his thoughts as his eyes hone in on yours.

"Well?" You press on while he's stumped. "Why?"

No answer, averting his eyes to the side like he'd find the answer there. Then, they come back to your face. Or rather, your lips.

Your breath hitches. "Fushiguro?"

His emerald eyes return to yours, yet his irritation is clouded in a softer tone. Those eyes now express the hooded look from that night. Toji places your leg onto his shoulder and leans closer to you.

"Fushigu—"

"Shhh," His deep voice sounded more demanding when hushed. "Let me have this. Have you."

His lips press onto yours before you deny him. Toji finally frees your hands to cup your face, and his tongue runs through your teeth, waiting for permission to enter. You should be fighting this. You have to fight it. But your mouth opens for him, and your hands grab his shoulders for stability.

You moan sweetly when he slides his tongue into yours, your balance starting to fail you. "I'm still on one leg, you asshole." You manage to say in-between kisses.

Toji laughs a bit before changing your position, pressing your back against the wall with your legs wrapped around him. Once you're comfortable, he's back on attacking your lips. It gets rougher and more passionate, teeth clashing and biting your bottom lip.

He groans when a hand pulls on his hair, his hands grope on your ass lovingly. He breaks up the kiss, you two catching your breath. He gazes at you, "You too, huh?"

Your lips quiver when you turn away from him and nod. He snickers. "Look at you being all shy. You were talking with a lot of sass not too long ago, and now you can barely look at me." He draws his face closer to your neck, giving it sweet kisses and tiny bites that cause you to gasp. And Toji was enjoying your reactions. "Knowing that I'm the one that can make you like this — Mmmph, makes me want to fuck you here and now."

And that's what you want. You won't admit it, but he already knows that. The cooperation with him at this very moment proves it. You want him just as much as he does you.

"Y/n! Where are you?"

The two of you freeze when another voice comes from the other side of the hall. Then you remember a rookie who needed help with a mission today, and you were headed to see him right after your meeting. And now you're pressed between a wall and Toji fucking Fushiguro with your legs wrapped around his waist.

If he sees me like this with Fushiguro, I'm finished!

"T-Toji," your whisper grabs the older man's attention. "You have to put me down. They're waiting for me."

Toji squints at you and then a look of realization. The grin that creeps on his face alerts something in your brain, and you don't know if you like it or not. There's little time for you to come to a proper answer because Toji moves away from the wall and brings you along for the ride. Your arms hold around his neck so you don't fall off as he enters a room and locks the door.

You're now in a tiny conference room with the lights off, only the sunlight peeking through the blinds of the sole window in front of the round table.

"What are you doing, Fushigur—Ack!" Toji throws you onto the table. The pain from your head distracts you from the fact that he's pulling your pants off in immediate haste.

His chuckles sound dangerously low. "So you thought I'd just let you go on some mission when I already have you right where I want you?" Toji spreads your legs for your undergarments to be displayed, whistling at the lewd image of a damp spot on the piece of clothing. "Oh, sweetheart, not with these cute lil' panties of yours."

You were about to get up and grab for his neck, but a finger pushed into your pussy through the cloth. A squeal slips out, and you're quick to cover your mouth.

"Careful, princess," his big hands pull your panties off you, and they meet the cold floor. His middle and forefinger slide up and down between slick-coated cunt has you biting your lip, and Toji likes the determination. "Don't want whoever lookin' for you to walk in on us. This pussy is for my eyes to see only."

"Haaaah...You're such a bastard, Fushiguro—Ooohh!!" Toji pushes his finger into your clothed opening, his free hand coming in the clutch to cover your voice.

Toji leans close to your face with the vibrations of your mewls rippling through his palm while his thick digit plays with your slit. "I mean it, kid. Don't play with me." You nod meekly, and he kisses your forehead for your obedience.

"Hmm, I wonder where y/n went. Hopefully, they didn't forget..." You can hear the voice of your subordinate on the other side of the door as if he's directly in front of it.

Another finger is added into the mix, and tears start to form as you wince through the pain of your nether lips being stretched. You try calling out to Toji, yet it's no use with his big warm hand dwarfing your sobs.

He does remove it, though, using it to maneuver your head so he can lay kisses on your neck. Your choked hiccups sound like sweet notes to his ears. "So good fr' me, sweetie. You smell so fuckin' good. Who're you trying to pull?"

"No-No one...Ahhhh..." You answer in gasps while his digits scrape your inner walls, your mind turning to mush. "I'm not trying anything— Oh fuck..."

"Bullshit." Toji groans and bites your collarbone, and a sharp gasp leaves you. "All this attention, all these rookies gawkin' at you like you're their prize."

"Why? You jealous, Fushiguro?" It wasn't meant to be a snarky comment, yet there was some spice. The glare he gives you sends a chill down your spine. One is sent back to show that you're standing your ground despite the humiliation you're going through.

You're about to say some more; however, you hear the doorknob jolt, and the clench of your velvety walls around Toji's fingers doesn't go past him.

"Huh? Why's the door locked?"

The shock on your face lights a lightbulb for Toji as a big grin takes over him. "Yeah? This space is occupied." He calls out to the person behind the door, the petrified look on your face only fueling his mischievous fire.

"Oh shit, Mr. Fushiguro!?" He snickers at the other's response. "S-Sorry! I didn't mean to disrupt you! I was just looking for someone."

A brow is raised when Toji turns his head to the door. "Who?"

You send your knife-piercing eyes his way, but he still doesn't face you. This motherfucker...

"Y/n," the rookie replies sheepishly. "They said they'd help me and a partner of mine with a mission. But I haven't seen them for a while..."

Please don't ask where I am. Just go somewhere else—Oh God!!

Toji's fingers fasten the pace, and you quickly cover your mouth before the person, oblivious to your absence, gets any inclination of where you are. And it gets worse when Toji's thumb flicks your clit prompting a choked cry. Oh, he's such a cruel man.

Toji hums with a sly smile as he peers at your writhing figure. "Oh, really? Didn't know that."

"By any chance, do you know where they went?"

You can't vocally tell him anything, so you rely on your eyes to convey your anxious pleas, orbs begging him through streamed tears and hooded with shame.

But Toji won't let you off that easily because the fun has just started. He whispers, "Say my name, baby." You blink with scrunched brows. "Say my name like you did that night."

This is too fucking much for me! Your mind is going through waves of turbulence. Of all people to be in this situation with, it has to be the fucker getting a kick out of this!!

Before you think up another sentence, a stinging sensation jolts your body upwards to him. Toji sneers playfully as his fingers leave your soaked folds and pinch your clitoris, your reaction too adorable for him to not stop tormenting you. "C'mon, sweetheart, say my name with your cute ass voice."

Your mind is clouded in this euphoric atmosphere that you can feel the climax inching closer and closer. Your lips are now swollen from having to bite them constantly. Another pinch has you screaming in silence, and you're pushed to accept your fate and give him what he wants: your submission.

"Hic-T-Toji, please," eyes hooded in a fuzzy haze, you reach out for his face. He obliges as you caress his cheeks. "Too much, 's too —hic... too much..."

His jade orbs focus on your dazed expression. A smile pushes his scar up for his teeth to peek through. "There she is. That's my good girl." He draws in to kiss you, his body weight pushing you down on the cold table surface. However, a knock from the door behind him halts him from moving any further. Toji clicks his teeth. Fuckin' brat.

And he removes himself from you, especially his fingers that were warm inside your cunt. The sudden subtraction of them have you exclaiming in soft whimpers. The orgasm you were so close to achieving is ignored and slowly depletes. You feel as though you could cry through the sensitive.

Toji whispers a quick apology and licks his digits marinated with your fluid. Then he marches to the door and opens it enough for half of his body to be visible. The rookie jumps at the tall man looking at the other with the most terrifying scowl. "What?" His gruff voice carries authority, and your pussy throbs as you watch him handle the younger hitman.

"S-Sorry, sir! I asked if you've seen—"

"No, I haven't seen them. Why not ask their handler since they just had a meeting together."

"Oh, okay...Well, excuse me!" Your junior quickly bows at the intimidating senior and scampers out of the scene.

A heavy sigh leaves Toji as he closes and locks the door, "Fuckin' finally." The exasperated tone of his tone falters when he turns to you, replaced with the returning lust. "Now, where were we..." His hands undo the knot around his pants and loosen the hold around his hips.

When his dick is set free, you can't help but gawk at such a thing. Seeing it for the second time is just as — if not more — menacing as the first. The girth and size alone has your mind in a whirlwind, questioning how that even fit inside you in the first place.

Nevertheless, it's no use thinking about such matters because Toji aligns his cock around your folds. When he feels you tense at his veiny organ, he rubs your thighs tenderly to coax you. "Relax fr' me, angel." Hesitation is shown as you nod, but you even your breathing and prepare for him.

Toji pushes his length into you with every breath you take, and it's difficult to adjust to the foreign organ intruding into your poor hole. You grimace every time the tip is shoved against you. Tears finally fall down your face which are wiped by Toji's calloused fingers. "I know, honey, I know."

It feels like forever just having the tip of Toji's dick enter you, and when it does, oh, it does. A loud gasp exits your lips from the intrusion, and inaudible babbles fly out as he pushes his length, stretching your vulva as it ventures deep within you.

Toji, on the other hand, shivers as your inner walls clamp around his cock. "Jesus...This pussy is still so fuckin' tight." He hisses through gnashed teeth. Once the base of his member reaches your opening, you two take a moment to recollect yourselves.

"Hmmm, damn, I missed this." He grinds his hips into you, his hands posted on your hips to savor the clenching feeling of your pussy. "Heh, bet that brat of a subordinate wouldn't know how to handle you like I do."

Even with your mind foggy and senses at an all-time high, you give the older man a look of annoyance. You make your cunt squeeze hard on him, the unexpected action catching him by surprise as he lowers himself to you, using all his willpower not to cum so early.

Before he can curse you out for the unforeseen kegel, you cup his face to have him look at you. "For God's sake, can you not mention him while you're fucking me, Toji?" Your voice hushed for him to pay close attention, but your beautiful dazed expression distracts him. "I'm not thinking about anyone besides you."

You don't even give him a chance to his answer because you pull him into a kiss and moan sweetly into his mouth. He groans and slowly rocks his hips into a stable rhythm.

His thrusts gradually get faster and faster, rearranging your legs around his waist so you don't go sliding on the table surface. Your pants get sporadic, and your cries are a little louder than earlier. But not too loud for the whole building to hear, only for him.

The slap of his balls hitting your ass is so vulgar to the ears that you hide your face. "Cut that out, sweetheart," Toji wastes no time removing your hands and holds them down with his. A feeling of deja vu blossoms in the air. "Don't try hidin' away from me, baby. I want to see all of you."

A sudden burst of confidence fuels your sentence. "Then fuck me like you deserve all of me."

A fire is ignited in Toji, and a sudden deep thrust is thrown at you out of nowhere. Your sobs only propel him to continue piston his length into the deepest parts of your gummy walls.

The conference room is filled with nothing but the sound of your sexes smacking together, skin slapping against each other, and groans and moans in heavy puffs and pants.

"Haahh! Haaaaah!! Tojiii, Tojiiii," you whimper as his pumps go erratically fast, shivering beneath him as your legs cage him.

"Oh fuckin' shit," Toji curses with eyes shut, removing one hand from yours and snaking it down to your clit, using his fingers to press down on the sensitive bud.

Your orgasm climbs back up, and you want to claim it this time. "Toji, 'm gonna, gonna c—Ohhh!!"

"Yeah? Gonna cum for me, sweet thing? Gonna cum on my dick like the good girl you are?" You nod lazily. Toji doesn't buy it. "Use your words, baby. Is that what you want?"

"Yes, Toji, yes!! Please, I want it!!"

And he gives it to you as the pads of his fingers swipe on your bud rapidly. Your release comes crashing down on you when your cunt spasms around the girthy length. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your body jolts with every wave of pleasure.

Toji isn't far from his peak, so he doesn't stop pounding into you for a few seconds. The hilt of his cock slams into your slick-covered opening, and you cry from the impact on your aching chasm. He fills you up with his own come and rests his body on you. His heaving figure feels pleasant on top of you.

The two of you begin to calm down as you finish each other's climax. Toji breathes on the crook of your neck and leaves a trail of kisses. "Fuck, pussy felt way too fuckin' good —kiss— Don't think I'd like the idea of sharin' you with the rest."

You shake your head and chuckle at him, placing your hands behind his neck and playing with his hair. "Whatever you say, you possessive loser."

Toji lifts his head and kisses your forehead before your lips, the two of you indulging in this tender moment as if nothing outside this space matters to you.

That is, until another knock on the door alerts you both, and Toji has to resist the urge to break the table you're lying on. Withdrawing from your embrace, he shouts at the person ruining his time with you. "Look here, brat! I told you this space is occupied!"

"I'm aware. That's why I came to get you." The different voice has Toji realize it wasn't the junior from before but his handler. Shiu Kong? "I was told by some rookie that you were in this room."

Toji groans as he puts his pants back on. For your sake, you keep your mouth shut and let the two men converse through the door between them. "What's up?"

"I just got you into a big operation. The client wants to meet with you to discuss plans and all that fun jazz. So meet with me outside the building whenever you're ready." And with that, Shiu's footsteps falter away from the room.

You finally get up from the table and grab your panties. Or, at least, look in the direction of where your panties should be. Looking to the left? Nope. To the right? Nada. Where did they go?

You hear the click of the door opening, and you run behind an office chair to hide your bare lower body. The culprit was Toji leaving to meet his handler, but what caught your eye was the familiar piece of clothing swirling around his finger. His childish smirk was plastered on his face. "Mind I borrow these for the rest of the day?"

Your face goes hot with unease. "Quit it, Fushiguro! I can feel your cum going down my legs, so hand it over!"

But he doesn't, stuffing the undergarments in his pocket, to your immediate horror. "Nah, I think I'll need 'em, ya know. A lil' motivation for me while I'm gone."

His dumb laugh fills his ego, but it stops when he sees you pick the chair up and throw it at him. He barely escapes as the furniture loudly bangs on the closed door, running away from the scene to meet up with Shiu.

"FUSHIGURO, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!"

It's the first time you lose your cool with Toji, and all you can think about in this room of shame and humiliation is why did you get yourself tangled up with the older man again!?

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"I'm sorry for the sudden disappearance. Something came up on my end, and I had to take care of it immediately."

You found that subordinate later that day and apologized for your abrupt disappearance. They were accepted by the other, who nervously chuckled at your politeness.

"Oh, it's fine, y/n," he scratches his neck and looks to the ground. "I was just worried something happened with you, but I'm sure that wasn't the case since you're so good at what you do!"

You offer a small smile for his compliments, maintaining a calm composure so he doesn't see through the tiny nervous part of yourself. Oh, you don't even know the half of it, junior.

Your smile makes the younger hitman blush, but something catches his eye from behind you. "Huh? Oh, Mr. Fushiguro is back from his mission!"

You perk up at what your peer said, looking in the same direction he was. Shiu Kong was walking up with Toji tailing behind him. You greet Shiu with a brief bow, and he mirrors the action in return.

Once your eyes land on Toji, he's already grinning like a child with a hand rustling in a pocket, and you know what's inside it. "Hey, y/n." His patronizing tone doesn't go overlooked, causing your cheeks to heat up.

Your gaze averts from his cocky demeanor, yet you greet him. "Welcome back, Toji."

The look on the younger hitman across from you displays nothing but perplexity. Even Shiu Kong's brows shoot up with what you said. The junior is the first to say something. "Y/n, y-you just called Mr. Fushiguro by his first name!"

"Yeah, that's a first." Shiu agrees as the cigarette between his lips bounces at every word. "You only refer to him by his last name."

You blink once. You blink twice. And then it finally hits you. Oh shit.

The heat in your cheeks spreads across your face, and your lips lightly tremble as you try to explain yourself. But Toji beats you to the punch as he snakes an arm on your shoulder and brings you close to his chest, resulting in a squeak that your lips fail to suppress. He sneers at the younger man staring at the interaction.

"That's right, y/n and I have gotten pretty close, as you can tell." The grin on his face has a harmless glow, but those sharp emerald eyes of his are shadowed with a dangerous connotation. "After all, she is my special girl." Your subordinate gulps.

Toji snickers, satisfied with the younger hitman taking the hint. He then turns to you, and you do the same. "And as for you, darlin'," He leans in to whisper something in your ear. Something only for you to make your eyes wide and your breath still.

"Next time I see you with this brat, don't think I won't fuck the shit out of you with him watchin'. Show him just how special and good you are fr' me."

[queenshelby]

Daddy Issues (Part Three)

Pairing: Dominant!Cillian Murphy & Shy!Reader (& Jamie Dornan)

Warning: Smut, BDSM, Daddy Kink, 4-Somes, 3-Somes, Sugar Baby Arrangements

Summary: Through your best friend, you meet actor Cillian Murphy and come to some kind of arrangement involving intimacy in exchange for being spoiled financially.

Written with: my beautiful wife @darkshelbyfiction

Within minutes, and after leaving your clothes behind in the living room, Cillian pulled you into the guestroom without any hesitation whatsoever. 

"I can't believe that you are hard again already," you marveled, tracing your hands along his chest  as he guided you onto the queen size bed.

He laughed lightheartedly, taking your neck into his hands, pulling you closer to him. "Well, what can I say...watching you and Em swallow my cum turned me on all over again," he answered playfully, lowering his mouth to yours once more for a passionate kiss.

 As his tongue danced with yours, his hands roamed your body, exploring your curves, eliciting gasps and moans from both of you.

"Do you want more?" Cillian then asked seductively. "Because I can fuck you all night long if you like," he murmured against your ear, nipping your lobe playfully while using his fingers to tease your wet entrance.

"I do, although guess I will be sore tomorrow then," you joked, smirking as he slid his finger into your wet hole teasingly.

"You will be sore, yes," he agreed playfully, moving his fingers around within you, creating a rhythmic pattern. "But your raw pussy will only serve as a reminder of tonight's wild adventures, which makes it worthwhile, doesn't it?" 

"It certainly adds to the experience," you agreed, a slight flush creeping across your cheeks as you reflected upon your newfound courage.

"Alright then, let's try something different this time," he suggested before saying "I want you to ride me, bare. I want you to show me just how much you want it."

"Bare?" you echoed, surprised at first but becoming increasingly aroused as you contemplated the idea.

"Don't worry, I won't cum inside you unless you want me to" he reassured you, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap.

Feeling empowered by his trust in you, you began to guide his rigid member towards your tight entrance. As he watched, fascination evident in his gaze, you closed your eyes and concentrated on accepting him fully, allowing yourself to embrace the discomfort that came with being stretched so tightly.

It was undeniably pleasurable pain. As you moved above him, gradually adjusting to the fullness of his length, he held you steady with strong arms wrapped firmly around your waist. This position provided easy access to your breasts, which he grabbed possessively, pinching your nipples roughly between thumb and index finger, eliciting small whimpers of delight from deep within your core. At this point, neither of you needed further stimulation; instead, you surrendered to pure primal instinct and focused solely on giving and receiving pleasure.

"That's it, good girl, prove to me how much you need my cock inside of you," he growled suggestively, driving home his point with a sharp thrust, causing your breath to hitch slightly. With each passing minute, his pace quickened, turning fervent as the air thickened with anticipation.

In response, you arched your back seductively, grasping his shoulders with determination as you braced yourself for impact. Every plunge into your depths sent a wave of ecstasy shooting through your entire being, intensifying your craving for release.

Feeling him bare inside you felt incredible as, this way, you felt the heat radiate from him deep inside you. The friction created by your movements combined with his relentless pace soon became too much for either of you to bear. His face darkened with ardor, a mixture of lust and desire consuming him completely. Closing his eyes, he gritted his teeth as he drove harder into you, his muscles flexing beneath your touch. Gasping for air, he struggled to maintain control. But he knew he couldn’t hold back forever, not without losing complete composure.

"I want you to cum inside me," you whispered hoarsely.

Desire flashed in his eyes at your bold confession.

"Fuck, tell me again. Where do you want my cum?" Cillian rasped, his voice husky with need.

"In my pussy! I want your cum in my pussy!" you repeated assertively, your conviction apparent in your tone. Unable to resist anymore, Cillian groaned deeply and gave in to your desires. As his hips bucked violently, he unleashed his pent-up desire inside you, filling you with warmth and power. Feeling his cum pour into you ignited a fierce fire within you, heightening your senses and making you lose track of everything else.

You came with him, riding the waves of pleasure crashing over you until finally subsiding, spent and exhilarated. 

Feeling the stickiness of his semen throughout your body filled you with pride and satisfaction. You had achieved a milestone in your sexual journey with someone who understood exactly what you desired. 

"Now bring your pussy up here and sit on my face," he commanded, his voice demanding submission but laced with tenderness. 

"But you just came inside me!" you protested, giggling nervously, but ultimately complying.

"Exactly, and I can't wait to see your pussy close up, dripping with my cum," Cillian groaned as you lifted yourself up from where you were still connected before crawling onto his face slowly.

"Jesus, look at this pretty gaping hole, leaking all that cum," he exclaimed, licking the juices running down your thigh before ordering you to turn around so that you could suck his cock at the same time.

Feeling a surge of shame mixed with excitement, you looked away briefly, letting the moment sink in before, finally, you savored the sweet taste of him lingering on his skin.

"Good girl, clean it all up," he groaned playfully, pushing your head gently towards his throbbing cock which you gladly accepted. 

Your mouth enveloped him greedily, loving the feel of his thick veiny length pressed against your soft lips. Your hands reached out to stroke his erection, enjoying the weight of it in your palms. You took great care to ensure that every drop of his precious seed was meticulously lapped up, wanting nothing left unsatisfied.

Meanwhile, Cillian ate you out expertly with his practiced tongue, alternating between gentle nibbles on your clitoris and vigorous licks along its surface, ensuring to drive you mad with pleasure. You moaned loudly, almost unable to handle the dual stimulation. And when you could take no more, your orgasm hit you suddenly, your body tensing underneath his ministrations. Tears welled up in your eyes from the intensity of the climax, but you found comfort in Cillian's tender words and attentiveness.

"That's it. Cum for me babe, let it all go..." Cillian encouraged you.

"Oh God, I am going to cum," you cried out, feeling your walls contract rapidly, drawing ever closer to release. Suddenly, with one final push, you let loose, screaming his name. Your body shook with powerful spasms, sending shockwaves through Cillian as he continued to feast upon your delicious cunt. He drank every last drop, reveling in the sight of your body trembling in the wake of such intense pleasure.

"Fucking hell, baby," he muttered admiringly, wiping your essence off his chin before placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

As the aftershocks subsided, the two of you lay there together, intertwined and satisfied, cherishing the intimacy you shared.

There was something uniquely gratifying about the knowledge that you had pleased him so immensely. Despite initial reservations, you discovered a strength within yourself that allowed you to conquer any doubts or fears – an awakening that would shape your life from now on. 

Even though your physical bodies calmed down, you remained entangled in one another, lost in each other's presence. For once, you didn't feel anxious about engaging in conversation right away—there was enough unspoken understanding between you two.

After some moments of quiet contemplation, you both broke eye contact briefly, giving yourselves a chance to regain composure which is when Cillian finally spoke up. 

"You have never done this kind of thing before, have you?" he asked, half in jest, pulling you even closer to him.

"No...this is my first time experiencing anything like this," you admitted quietly, blushing lightly as you did so.

He smiled affectionately, stroking your hair with tender affection.

"Did you enjoy it though? Because, if you did, we don't have to stop here. I am in London every second week," Cillian offered casually, caressing your shoulder gently.

"Really?" you asked, raising your eyebrows with surprise.

He nodded seriously. "Yes, I usually come here to visit friends, attend events and work. If you had fun tonight, we can do this again and I am not talking about all of us. Just you and me," he explained, his hand cupping your cheek protectively.

"If you are suggesting an arrangement like the one Jamie and Emma have in place, then I am not sure. I am not that kind of person," you replied hesitantly, trying to process his offer mentally.

"Okay, maybe it wasn't clear. What I meant was that, if our encounter today was enjoyable for you, perhaps we should continue building on that foundation and catch up again some time. No strings attached," Cillian tried to clarify carefully.

"So, you mean that we might sleep together again? Just very casually, whenever it suits us both?" you questioned tentatively, trying to understand his intent better.

"Exactly. Casual catch-ups, no commitment, no expectations beyond having a damn good time," he clarified patiently, smiling reassuringly. This seemed intriguing yet daunting for you, since it presented an opportunity to explore your newfound desires outside the safe haven of college and without the risk of ruining your professional image. After careful consideration, you decided to give his proposition serious thought, knowing full well that accepting it may open doors leading to a world unknown.

"I will think about it, alright?" you responded hesitantly, biting your lip anxiously. Your heart raced wildly as you mulled over his suggestion. It was thrilling yet terrifying at the same time. However, you also realized that taking this step forward might be instrumental in your personal growth. Furthermore, getting involved with him could potentially provide endless opportunities to satisfy your appetite for adventurous experiences without compromising your studies or career goals.

"I am sure you will," Cillian grinned, knowing very well that you couldn't resist him.

"You are very cocky, aren't you?" you said, challenging him playfully.

"Let's just say, I have a certain level of confidence when it comes to those kinds of situations," Cillian said and, with that, he pulled you closer, pressing his body firmly against yours - a silent invitation that caused an unexpected stir deep within you just before he pulled away.

"I need to head back to my hotel now, but why don't we exchange numbers?" he suggested nonchalantly, extending his arm towards you to hold out his phone screen. The sudden urgency for a way to reach him again made you eagerly grab his device without missing a beat. "Here's mine," you told him, showing him your number quickly, scribbled hastily on the notepad function on his phone. He inputted your digits swiftly too.

As he finished keying them in, he gave you a meaningful stare that penetrated your soul. The depth behind his gaze hinted at possibilities that both excited and frightened you simultaneously. His mere presence invoked a longing within you that felt impossible to suppress. 

"It was nice to meet you, Y/N." He whispered into your ear seductively, nipping gently at your lobe. His breath brushed tantalizingly across your neck, causing a sensation unlike any you'd encountered before. There was a magnetic force drawing you towards him, one you couldn't quite comprehend nor deny.

"Thank you, Cillian," you managed to utter, barely audible due to your racing pulse. Unable to contain the heat radiating within you, you shifted uneasily, seeking relief from the sweltering blankets wrapped tightly around you.

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[nariism]

i don’t dance!

pair. pro-player!ushijima x PR manager!reader

content: fluff, reader is his VERY TIRED PR manager who really deserves a raise, weak attempts at humour, no pronouns used for reader

synopsis. you need to teach ushijima how to waltz

wc: 2.2k

a/n: i eat the “teach me how to dance” trope up for breakfast, lunch and dinner. (also yes i absolutely did use a high school musical song as the title who’s gonna stop me)

ushijima wakatoshi is what people typically refer to as emotionally unavailable.

he just doesn’t have the time to worry about trivial things like romance or feelings or anything of the sort. not while he’s trying to keep up with his rigorous training schedule on top of countless interviews and photo shoots that you, his wonderful PR manager, generously offer to help him prepare for.

it’s no surprise that this man - 6 feet and almost 4 inches of pure heart throb material - has yet to find a partner worth keeping around. not that he hadn’t had one night stands, per say, but being emotionally available for a committed relationship isn’t something he has on his mind right now.

although he isn’t exactly the type to be nitpicky about this kind of stuff, he does come off as cold if you don’t know him well enough (unintentionally, of course). people who he welcomes into his life simply find him too busy or too severe in his mannerisms to form proper relationships. thus, his friend group is kept tight, extending almost exclusively to members of the japanese national team.

ushijima keeps to himself and minds his own business. he doesn’t speak until spoken to, unless he has some opinion about other volleyball players you have to thwart. he doesn’t make a fuss about insignificant things. he respects his elders and works hard in every aspect of his life that involves his career. words are kept short and to the point, never sugar coated and he certainly never lies.

he specifically remembers one scenario in which an adoring fan had come up to him after a game while you were distracted with the press, and they had confessed their undying love to him much to his horror.

“could you leave me alone?” he had told them bluntly when they asked if he could please dm them on twitter, and you nearly died on the spot when the cameras all turned to the pair behind you. it was a horribly busy week for you, playing the role of damage control all while ushijima remained completely indifferent to the storm that was brewing on social media around his name and how he was trending for two whole days after the fact.

thankfully, the fan had gratefully accepted a bouquet of flowers ‘courtesy of ushijima’ (which he also almost vehemently denied online before you smacked him upside the head), and all was forgiven. it even made him trend for a couple days longer, but this time with everyone singing his praises. he should give you more credit where it’s due, because being a PR manager for someone so terrible at smiling for the camera is like hell on earth.

you had told him once that it was important to keep a good rapport with his fans, even if they were more forward with their advances than he was used to back in high school. he looked at you funny until you continued: “i’m not saying you should go off and date anyone who confesses to you, but could you at least be a little nicer?!” sounding extremely exasperated.

he didn’t even end up agreeing with you, too distracted by the way your lips moved while you scolded him to pay you his full attention.

“tonight’s the gala. everyone will be there.”

“i know.”

“so why,” you hiss out the words through grit teeth, jaw tense as you pinch the bridge of your nose, “are you standing outside my house when you should be getting ready?”

he’s silent for a moment. you glance up to make sure he’s actually still standing there being stupidly handsome and that you’re not just dreaming he is. ushijima averts his gaze awkwardly, hands in his pockets as he contemplates whether or not he should say what’s on his mind and risk having you slam the door in his face in frustration.

(it’s happened before; once, when he told you he was the top reply on a post for asking what “smash” means and why everyone was commenting it under all his instagram photos. you slammed the door in his face then, too, but he could still hear you erupt into laughter from the other side much to his confusion.)

you’re looking at him expectantly, with a brow raised and your lips pursed as you wait for an explanation.

“it’s a gala.”

you close your eyes and take a deep breath, patience wearing thin. “i know, wakatoshi. i just said that.”

“it’s a gala, so...” he huffs, “i have to dance, don’t i?”

you look up again at his words, confusion written all over your face. you’re in the middle of getting ready yourself, dressed to the nines. not as his date, of course, though he’d asked you.

(“what did you just say?”

“why can’t you just come with me? it would save you the trouble of getting the extra ticket. it’s not like i’m taking anyone else.”

“i can’t- that’s-... it’s unprofessional.”

“oh. i see.”)

you take the opportunity to scrutinize his outfit, as your eyes always end up doing. you’re always observing him closely, hoping and praying he doesn’t do or say something that will get him cancelled. in his defense, he’s gotten better at keeping his mouth shut when he knows you’re sitting there stressed to all hell about what you’ll need to apologize for on his behalf that week.

not that he would ever admit it out loud, but he likes the attention a little bit. enjoys being fussed over, since he spends most of his time isolated save for the members of his team. and it’s not like you’re very secretive about your judgment of him. it’s your job, for one, but there’s an undeniable and genuine worry in your eyes every time he says something he shouldn’t. he thinks it’s fine that he indulges in your presence just a bit, especially since people have found him intimidating his whole life. it’s nice to talk to someone who isn’t afraid to stand up to him once in a while.

you sigh quietly. “yes, you’ll have to dance. why?” you open the door wider for him, a gesture he’s familiar with equating to come in. “you’re not planning on bailing ‘cause of that, are you?”

he watches as you retreat further into your house, probably to fix your hair one last time before you head out early. you always arrive to these sorts of events earlier than he does, and always in a separate car. you were insistent that he arrive either alone or with his own date, since it would reduce the risk of scandals questioning your seemingly close relationship with each other.

close is not the word either you nor ushijima would use to describe your feelings toward one another. sure, you were the one helping to manage his schedule even though the job description did not at all entail that, and you’re the one keeping him in line with the media. he even has you over sometimes for dinner after an especially long day. but no, you’re not close. work acquaintances at best.

“no, i’m not bailing,” he tells you as he trails behind, following you to the mirror in the hallway - the one hung up above a high table littered with trinkets from past events and some photos of you and your friends and family. you look at him with a quizzical expression through the mirror.

“then?”

he stands rigidly behind you. the thought that it feels strangely domestic with you getting ready in front of him like this crosses his mind, and makes him grossly warm and fuzzy inside.

“i don’t know how to dance.”

you pause in your ministrations, hair that you meant to pin up falling back over your eyes as you stare at him with bewilderment. “you what?”

“i don’t know how to dance,” he repeats, though you heard him perfectly fine the first time.

“you... don’t know how to... dance...” you sound out the sentence slowly, hoping that you possibly misheard him. to your horror, he only nods in confirmation.

in your one year, three months and twenty-two days of working with ushijima, how could it have never once dawned on you that this 6 foot monster of a volleyball player doesn’t know how to do something as elegant as a waltz?

it’d never been a problem before. most events don’t include anything of the sort, and all the events you do attend with ushijima are to give out awards or give esteemed recognition to MVPs. but for a christmas gala, there will definitely be booze and partying and absolutely dancing involved.

for a second, he thinks you’ll keel over and place your head into your hands on the table like you usually do in these situations, or that you’ll start muttering curse words to yourself, or maybe you’ll scold him some more for never learning. but much to his (pleasant) surprise, you just laugh. and laugh. and keep laughing, until there are tears in your eyes. his poor heart can’t take it.

“what?” he asks, almost sounding offended. but his expression is still stone cold as you look back up at him, turning to face him this time. his breath hitches when the action causes a whiff of your expensive body spray to waft in his direction.

“i just wasn’t expecting you to say that,” you muse. he knows what you really mean is that you’re surprised he isn’t here causing trouble for you before this event like he always does, complaining like a child that he doesn’t see the point of attending. “why didn’t you just say so? it’s easy. i’ll show you.”

he stares at you momentarily while you stand there, hand outstretched as an offer to take it. he half expects you to yank it back and laugh in his face, more cruelly this time, but you just smile at him with the slightest tilt of your head. you sound so genuine that any hesitation left in his body melts away, and he awkwardly accepts your hand and waits for your guidance.

he’s stiff as a board as you pull his hands where they need to go, one resting on your hip and the other hanging in the air for you to take. “i’ll teach you how to lead first, okay?” he can only nod in response. you step forward once with your left, urging him to step back with your timing. then you’re shuffling over, gliding along the floor with ushijima trying his damndest to follow along, and then your feet meet again in a different spot.

he grunts quietly in concentration, watching your movements carefully and clumsily trying to catch up. it’s a simple enough motion, but he’s too big and it feels clunky to do this for the first time. you seem deeply amused by his confusion, and he glares at you quickly before his eyes are back on the floor.

“now you try. we can go slow,” your voice is soft. encouraging. so unlike your usual stern demeanor with him. “step forward.”

ushijima does so obediently, sliding his left forward to the best of his memory.

“good. now your right goes to the side and the left follows.”

he listens to you again, but his gait is much larger than you anticipated, and your back hits the table behind you with a gentle thud. he mutters something along the lines of an apology, but he seems too focused to realize the compromising position he’s put you in. you smile at him anyways, rotating around 90 degrees to give you more space to move.

“now again in the opposite direction.”

“this is too complicated.”

“this is the easiest motion...”

“i don’t like it.”

“you gonna keep complaining or are you going to dance with me?”

he stops in his tracks, boring into you with intensity in his eyes. you watch his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows. “...what’s wrong?”

ushijima just shakes his head, and then his feet are moving again as he tugs you along clumsily. “nothing. but maybe you should be my dance partner for the rest of tonight.” you raise a brow at him in question, even though you can feel the heat rising in your face and all the way to the tips of your ears. he clears his throat, looking away. “wouldn’t want any bad press about my terrible dancing,” he quickly adds.

this gets a laugh out of you. “as your PR manager, i don’t think that’s the kind of negative press i’m supposed to be getting you out of.”

“and as a friend?”

another laugh, a little breathless. “yeah, yeah. fine. as your friend i’ll make sure no one knows how awful you are at this.”

he blinks down at you, unsure if he’s ever seen you so relaxed before. you’re always so high-strung about work and keeping his name clear. there’s a softness gracing your face right now and he doesn’t know how to handle himself or his racing heart.

okay, yeah. maybe he can try and be a little nicer to his fans to see you like this more often.

EXTRA:

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[beoneofus]

“ c’mon, baby, you can do it.. ” paul cooed, raising a single hand to your sweet, dripping lips with a smirk; using his thumb to slowly swipe away the strawberry juice that coated your lower lip. “ just try n’ guess, gorgeous. ain't that hard. ”

but it was indeed hard.

you see, it wasn't too long ago the boys revealed they each had powers. not just david. It sure was news to you, cause as far as you could remember, it was only david who ever showed a smidge of the tricks he had up his sleeve. the other three sure were sneaky, deceiving and overall secretive, but you didn't think they'd keep something like having powers, hidden.

when dwayne confessed to it, you grew curious. this is what led to the situation you were in now.

In a chair, hands bound behind your back and eyes covered by a blind fold. paul had the great idea to show you just how fun these said powers, could be, which is why as soon as you were left helpless, he deceived you of all your senses. well - almost all of them. your touch and hearing was still very much in tact, that's why the itchiness of the rope was making you frustrated and so were they.

but, also the fact that you couldn't identify the fruits they fed you. you knew the texture of the one you recently took a bite of was familiar, but putting your finger on it was rather difficult. this is why you shouldn't fake advantage of your eye sight, is what you noted to yourself.

“ dwayne, ” you whimpered, lips trembling while you arched your back off the chair; desperately trying to rid the irritating scratch of the thread from your wrists. “ please make him stop, I don't wanna get punished. ”

that was the deal. you get three freebies, but if you fail to recognize the forth fruit, you were to get punished. and so forth.

“ no can do, honey. ” his voice was right next to your ear, quite low. It made you jump, because you didn't even feel the brunettes presence next to you. this caused him to chuckle, all while he tucked a lose piece of hair behind your ear; the brush of his fingers electric, and addicting. you almost leaned into his touch, but stopped yourself since you realized he denied your wishes.

“ fine, ” you gritted your teeth, pinching your brows together angrily; the ‘fold shifting ever so slightly against your face. “ have it that way. I'm not kissing either of you ever. again. ”

there was a small silence that fell over you three after you said that. it was... stiff, to say the least - and the atmosphere fell into one of glacial tones. it was uncomfortable, nearly scary.

you then heard a low chuckle come from your right, and you could only guess it was the blonde you tended to favorite. “ oh, sweetheart... ” he mocked, voice sickly sweet; a single knuckle caressing from your upper cheekbone, down to the corner of you'd mouth. “ you really should learn to keep your mouth shut, sugarplum. ”

“ it could help you in the long run.. ” dwayne mumbled from behind you, his chin now resting easily on your shoulder. lips hovering just over the skin, on the side of your neck; damn near on a certain vein.

“ nooow, though - ” you felt a presence linger above you, before.. SLAM!

“ we, ” paul had harshly placed his hands on either of the chairs arms, caging you in, taller frame dominantly closed in to hover over your own. you seemed to be... stiff; swallowing. he took note of that with a smirk. “ - aren't goin’ so gentle on you, baby. so buckle up, sugar. ” he smacked a kiss to your cheek, before bursting into laughter.

“ the funs just beginning! ”

[hitomisuzuya]

wanderer and y/n who argue a lot around friends but behind doors they lovingly fuck <33 fem reader pls

Wanderer x Fem!reader who argue a lot in front of friends, but lovingly fuck when alone.

Smut.

Thank you requesting this. Writing it made my evening a bit better. I hope you enjoy it.

Wanderer had only agreed to go back to the cooking interest group he had been forcefully dragged to once for two reasons. The first being that Nahida has told him it would be good for him. And the second was because said you wanted to go with him next time.

And he couldn't possibly say no to you, but boy did he make it known, loudly that he didn't want to be there. During the meetings (classes?), it was commonplace for you two to fight at least twice.

"Tch," you twitched when you heard Wanderer scoff. Gritting your teeth, you looked over at him to see him with his arms crossed, glaring at the sugar and butter in your hands. "Why on you putting sugar and butter on rice?"

You sighed. "It was something my grandmother always did. It was like her own little personal touch of love," you smiled fondly down at the bowl of rice and ingredients when you thought of your grandmother.

You know what a record sounds like when you take the needle off it suddenly? That's the noise you heard inside your head when you heard him speak again.

Wanderer blinked slowly at you. "Your grandma had no taste," he said flatly.

"Ugh, you are such a jerk!" You seethed, your e/c eyes flashing with anger in a manner that took his breath away. You whipped the spoon full of sugar at him, which he batted away with his hand. Biting your lower lip, you turned away from him, your cheeks flushed with anger. "Fine! I'll just cook this, and anything else I cook from now on for Nahida."

"Guys, guys," one of your friends meekly tried to calm things down a bit. The glare in which he received from both of you made him raise his hands up in defeat, stepping away. He couldn't decide which one of you had been scarier.

"And furthermore," you continued, cutting your glare back to him, making several responses die on his lips, "I'll sleep in Nahida's room for awhile. We can stay up all night telling stories. Ones about bratty cats that get sprayed with water when they are bad."

"Fine, see if I care," Wanderer retorted. He'd swear up and down right now that he didn't care. But he did. He really did. You didn't dignify him with a response, choosing to walk away without a word.

When you got back to the room you shared with him, you fully intended to pack a few things and head to Nahida's room. At least that's what you told yourself anyways.

You felt Wanderer's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. "You know it drives me insane," his breath was warm against your ear, making goosebumps prickle against your skin as he murmured huskily in your ear, "when you bite your lip while you are angry."

"Yeah well, you insulted my grandmother," you replied stubbornly. Wanderer hummed, muffled against your neck, pressing kisses that quickly turned to nips and bites. He smirked when he felt you beginning to melt and relax against him.

"I am mad at you.." you trailed off, a moan betraying you as his hand dipped up your shirt and into your bra, fondling your breast. He stroked the tips of his fingers around the areola.

It was getting harder and harder for you to hold to your demeanor with how sensitive your aerola is. When he pinched your nipple, slowly rolling it between his thumb and index finger, you grinded back against him, your cheeks flushing, your panties starting to dampen from the stimulation.

Wanderer inhaled sharply, holding you in place against him, rubbing his erection against your ass. He unbuttoned your pants, pushing your panties aside, giving your other nipple attention as he slowly grazed his fingers over your clit.

Every pinch and roll of your nipple was sending sharp, pleasurable jolt to your clit. You grinded against his fingers, gripping his arm, feebly giving up on choking back your moans while he worked his fingers against your pussy until his fingers were coated in your slick.

"I thought you were mad at me," Wanderer chuckled huskily in your ear, "for someone who said they were mad at me, you really want my fingers inside you, don't you?" He taunted you, knowing he could play your body like a fiddle.

"Mmm--ah," was all you could manage before he thrust two fingers inside of you, moans that sounded almost pornographic accompanying every thrust.

When he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, Wanderer abruptly stopped, making you mewl softly. When he began to hastily remove his clothes, you followed suit.

Turning you around, Wanderer kissed you deeply, his tongue pushing into your mouth, curling around your's as he lowered you onto the bed. He grunted, moaning against your mouth as you spread your legs, welcoming his hard cock between your dripping folds.

"I'm sorry," he said softly in your ear, his tone indicating that he intended to make you feel good with his cock as recompense. You locked your legs around his waist, urging him to bury his cock deeper inside of you as he bottomed out.

At first his thrusts were long and slow, making extra sure you felt him kiss the spongy part of your cunt as he stretched your gummy walls apart.

Wanderer growled when you tightened your thigh muscles, making his cock twitch and throb, his thrusts speeding up in urgency. "I'm sorry," he mumbled a few more times before sucking on one of your nipples. His head began to feel hazy with his approaching climax. He wasn't going to last long with the way your pussy was sucking him in.

You clung to him, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you cried out his name. When he started rubbing your clit, your orgasm washed over you, making you babble and moan.

Wanderer fucked you through your orgasm, his teeth grazing your nipple as he spilled his cum into you. You stroked the hair on his back on his neck when he collapsed on top of you, panting. He nuzzled your neck when you softly reassured him that you weren't angry at him anymore.

[chrisdrysdale]

Mr. Grinch.

a/n: yes i know it’s not christmas time anymore, but this is for @late-to-the-party-81 for @tuiccim Merry (very late) christmas!!

+18s only!

Warnings: smut, spanking, fingering, p in v, fluff

You woke up early in the morning, still wrapped in Bucky’s arm. You lifted your head and looked out the window, smiling softly at the snow falling and coating the ground. You looked up from his chest and smiled at Bucky, snoring softly. You giggled at his noises as Alpine jumped on the bed and crawled between you and Bucky before flopping on his back and sticking his tummy up. You laughed softly and scratched his belly as he purred.

Too concentrated on Alpines fluffy belly, you didn’t even notice Bucky wake up beside you. He kissed your head, making you jump a little and smile up at him. “Mornin’ baby” he smiled down at you and kissed your head again. “Morning buckbuck”. You curled in closer to him and kissed his cheek. “Well baby.. It’s Christmas eve, what do you want to do?” You smiled and looked back down, scratching Alpines head. “Oh! Can we make cookies?” He beamed down at you and smiled. “Of course we can”.

You sat up and kissed him passionately, wrapping your arms around his neck, he held you close, running his calloused hands over your bare back as you swiped your hands up into his hair and tugged gently, making emit a soft growl. “Baby..” he teased, before you smirked and stood up. “C’mon! We gotta make cookies!” He let out a horny groan, watching you throw on his henley and a pair of panties. You smirked at him and winked before leaving the room, giggling as he let out a groan, standing up. Bucky threw on a pair of checked pyjama bottoms and a white shirt, following you down the stairs.

When you got to the kitchen, you began taking out everything needed. Flour, sugar, baking soda, eggs, milk, vanilla extract, chocolate chips and a little bit of salt. As you bent down to grab the baking tray, Bucky grasped onto your hips and pulled you close against him. You giggled and hummed “baby.. C’mon, you said we could make cookies!!”. He groaned and kissed along your neck softly.

You turned your head and kissed his cheek back before dipping your hand in the flour and pulling out a little pinch of flour and throwing it at him. He froze and his jaw dropped and you burst laughing looking at his flour covered face and beard. “Doll..” he warned you, grasping at your hips tighter as you laughed. You laughed hard and held your hips. “Wow.. Didn’t know the Grinch was a real person”. As the words left your mouth you laughed harder, Bucky trying his best not to laugh and kept a serious face. “Doll.. let’s make these cookies”.

You did the wet ingredients and Bucky did the dry ones, before you mixed them all together and rolled out the dough, using a little christmas cookie cutter kit to make shapes. You opened the oven door and slid the tray in, setting the timer and turning around. “Now Jamie.. You have 18 minutes” He smirked softly and grabbed your arms and pulling them behind your back and bending you over the counter. “Mhmm.. look who’s being a good girl now”. You whined softly and pushed your hips back, shaking your ass gently causing Bucky to spank you. “Be. Good” he gritted out through his teeth. He pulled your panties aside and his fingers through your wet folds. “So wet for me baby..” He purred, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, before pushing his middle finger into you making you moan. “Oh yes Bucky”. You moaned softly pressing your face onto the cool, flour covered countertop. He thrusted his finger in and out slowly, teasing you slowly before curling it into you. You cried a moan as he began to pick up the pace, thrusting harder and faster before adding another finger. “Yes baby.. Good girl” he moaned as you clenched around his fingers as your orgasm crept up on you. Just before you came, Bucky ripped his finger out of your weeping cunt, causing your legs to tremble.”Buckyyyyy” you whined as Bucky dropped his bottoms to the floor, them pooling around his ankles. He gave his cock a quick stroke before lining up with you and plummeting into you, pressing his pelvis against your ass. “Yes Jamie!!!” You cried, squeezing your eyes shut as he began to thrust into you hard, skin slapping against each other as you moaned. He leaned down and kissed your shoulder as he slid his hand over your hip and down your stomach, before going over your mound as teasing your clit. As the pads of his fingers touch you, you clenched hard around him making him groan and spank you softly as you began to bounce yourself back on his cock. “That’s a good girl.. So fucking slutty..” he muttered spanking you again. You picked up the pace and cried. “Can i c-cum Jamie?” you moaned, looking back at him. Bucky chuckled softly and groaned. “Cum for me baby.. Cum all over my cock”. You clenched and came hard, squirting a little bit, making Bucky moan and take control again, grasping onto your hips and pulling you back and forth on his cock. “Gonna fill you up baby, gonna make you stuffed full of me”. You panted and squeezed your eyes tight shut, moaning loudly into the kitchen as the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix. As Bucky’s high approached, he wrapped his hand around your hair and pulled you up, pressing you against his chest. “Fuck angel.. Gonna cum.. Fuckkkkk” he groaned loudly as thick white rope coated your insides.

As both your highs slowly faded, Bucky loosened his grip on your hair but kept you close to his chest, pulling out slowly before sliding down to the floor, with you in his arms. He kissed your head softly and smiled down at you. “I love you baby..”

[sunbaby01]

Firecracker

JJ Maybank x reader

Inspired by the prompt ‘you have no idea how much I want you right now’

So much for JJ’s ‘deny, deny, deny’ way of thinking, all she’d had to do was bat her eyelashes and kiss that one spot on his neck a few times to make him blab all about what Pope had done to Rafe’s boat. Trying to be reasonable, she’d told him revenge and violence weren’t the answer…until she saw Popes face as they went to watch the OBX movie series. She’d felt the anger fill her body and winced at the unfamiliar feeling.

“Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote ‘tell your boy we know what he did’” Kiara dropped into her seat staring down the two boys and Noa, all of them avoiding her gaze, the former two jumping into their own scattered conversation.

“Noa…” Kiara tried.

“Guys maybe we should just tell her-“ Noa tried to involve herself.

“You told her?” Pope rolled his eyes, “so much for deny, deny, deny. You’re soft as fuck for her” he glanced at Noa who adorned a guilty smile and back at JJ who shrugged as if to say ‘so what’

“What if Rafe talking about?” Kaira gritted her teeth, tired of being left in the dark.

“Kie…it might go down tonight” JJ started.

“J!” Noa facepalmed.

“Might go down tonight? What did y’all do?” Kie pinched the bridge of her nose mumbling “fucking idiots” when she got no response.

Noa often trusted her gut, after all it brought her to the friends she now called family and brought her JJ, the love of her life. Which is why when she started to feel off she spoke up.

“J I don’t feel too good, I feel like somethings gonna happen” she whispered in his ear, him basking in the way her breath tickled his neck.

“M’sure it’s nothing baby, it’s probably all the sugar” he nodded to the empty sweet packets lay at her feet and turned his head to press a kiss against her temple. It’s probably the sugar, she tried to tell herself he was right and focus on the movie.

“JJ” Pope whispered over the gunshots in the movie, JJ just nodded his head in response eyes on the screen.

“Gotta take a piss” Pope wanted to groan at how stupid he sounded wanting his friend to come with him.

“Hold it” JJ absentmindedly responded.

“I can’t hold it…I drank too much soda” any other time Pope would’ve laughed at the situation but when Kiara came back with those Pepsis and he drank one after the other, going to the bathroom was not on his mind.

“Just go with him, J” Noa said the other side of him, turning round smiling apologetically at those who could hear their talking whilst looking for Rafe and his goons, “they’re blocking the bathroom just go behind the tree there”

JJ and Pope looked at one another before nodding weakly. “Where y’all going?” Kie asked confused when both boys stood, “bathroom…gotta ring it out” JJ replied as if it was obvious.

“Are they gonna hold it for each other?” Kie looked at Noa with a sarcastic glint in her eye causing the girl to let out a quiet laugh both at the words spoken and the way the boys ducked down to try avoid getting in people’s way.

Sitting there without JJ by her side the feeling got worse, especially when they were taking too long for her liking to come back.

“Hey,” she leant over their chairs to talk to Kie, “I’ve got cramp…just gonna stretch my legs” she stood and did the awkward crouch too heading in the direction of the tree before Kiara even got to respond.

Although she felt a little weird when she realised they were indeed still pissing, she bit back a laugh hearing Popes groan of pleasure “this feels better than a blowjob”

JJ snorted, “like you know how that feels”

“Okay, this feel better than what I imagine a blowjob to feel like.“ Pope paused for a moment, “does it?”

JJ let out a quiet whistle, “nah man, nothing compares to that feeling. Well almost nothing…Noa does this thing with her tongue-“ he lowered his voice and she heard both boys jump when she made her presence known after hearing their flies zip

“What thing, honey” she spoke, giggling at the speed both of them turned around and the way JJ’s cheeks gained a pink tinge at being caught.

“Nothing” he smiled innocently watching his girl look back around the tree to check on Kie whispering a quick “tell you later” to Pope who nodded eagerly.

“Uh…guys” Noa cleared her throat as Rafe headed towards them.

“What’s up Pogues…pretty girl” he acknowledged them all watching in amusement as the shorter girl took two steps back as to not crane her neck.

“What’s up Rafe” she took control. ‘Always the pacifist’ Pope and JJ thought unaware to the rage that was filling her body once again.

JJ pulled her back as the three of them headed behind the movie screen.

“I just wanna talk” Rafe claimed.

“Bullshit” Noa huffed almost to herself, falsely clearing her throat when Rafe looked at her unamused.

“That was some nice work you did on my boat” Topper walked forward slightly.

“I don’t know what you mean” deny, deny, deny

“Not so burly without a gun, now are you” Rafe baited JJ over Noa’s shoudler, JJ pushing her behind him “take one more step I’ll blow your prepubescent face off” he squared up.

Too focused on trying to calm JJ down she didn’t even notice Pope had bit the bait until he head butted Topper square in his face instantly regretting it holding his own nose. JJ let out a “that’s my boy” and slipped out of Noa’s grasp punching Kelce in the face over and over until Rafe jumped on him too. She stood there pleading for them to stop ignoring her own rage building again until Kelce held JJ while Rafe delivered punch after punch to his body.

This was the moment that Noa realised, sometimes violence is the answer.

Giving into the rage she stepped forward feeling adrenaline pump through her veins, she grabbed Rafe’s shoulder with all her strength turning him around and punched him straight in his nose relishing in the cracking noise it made as she did. Everyone paused for just a second mouths gaping open as the girl breathed before Kiara jumped on Toppers back and JJ began fighting back harder. Rafe stood up angrier than before pulling Kie off Topper’s back with a warning to stay out of it before heading straight to Noa and shoving her off from where she was trying to hurt Kelce, enough to get him off JJ and shoving her down “stupid bitch” he spat, nose dripping with blood.

“Don’t you fucking touch her” JJ struggled watching Rafe stand over the girl he loved. Noa saw her opportunity and she took it kicking her leg up and hitting Rafe between his legs making him hunch over just as fire lit up the movie screen causing all of them to separate at the attention that would soon be on them if they didn’t move quick.

“Let’s get out of here” Rafe wiped his bloody nose still not stood fully straight, Kelce released a gasping JJ whilst Pope also tried to catch his breath, “I’d watch your back” he pointed his stare at Noa hating the way the fierce look in her eyes didn’t disappear at his threat.

“Look at you and then look at me. I think you should be the one watching yours” she bit back smirking when Topper and Kelce had to pull him away leaving the four Pogues alone each helping the other stand up.

JJ headed straight to Noa whilst Kie and Pope looked each other over. He quickly checked Noa for injuries he may have missed feeling satisfied when the only blood on her was her split knuckles.

“So much for violence isn’t the answer, my little peacemakers a firecracker” he managed to grin through his split lip with wicked glint in his eye.

“Okay maybe I was wrong…sometimes it’s the answer. What? Don’t look at me like that, I wasn’t gonna stand there and watch them do that to you” she felt the adrenaline wear off as the pain in her hand kicked in.

“I’m not looking at you like anything” he reached up and brushed his thumb on her jaw and slightly onto her neck.

“JJ” she gave him the look.

“Okay okay…I know now’s probably not the right time but you have no idea how much I want you right now” he looked straight in the eye fighting another painful grin.

“Seriously J?!” She breathed a laugh.

“What? You expect to see my sweet girl breaking Rafe Cameron’s nose for me and to not get turned on? C’mon firecracker you hold my hand sometimes and that’s enough”

“JJ…” she groaned and put her forehead on his chest quickly moving it when he let out a wince.

“C’mon Romeo, let’s get you fixed up” she reached and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips avoiding the cut toes tingling when his grip on her tightened slightly.

“Oooo playing nurse…kinky”

[spacedoutman]

if you do requests, could write a one shot where Gene or Velvet put's a tired ridden and stressed out Paul to bed by either cleaning up the place, talking to him plus doing the things he didn't or putting him to bed by making love to him eventually soothing and destress him causing him to fall asleep in there arms, please?

You have no idea how excited I was to get this~~<3

I hope you enjoy the fanfiction as much as I did writing it! Thank you so much for making a request!

⚜Kiss X Never too young to die ֶָ֢ ♥ Velvet von ragnar x Paul Stanley ֶָ֢ No warnings for this fic⚜

“How come I never see you without makeup?”

It took a lifetime of strength to choke the words from his throat. She turned around like it was a dance. A wide grin spread across her hot pink lips.. oh how bright they were. The darkness around them died. Paul took a long, deep breath. He clutched his elbow. Her piercing gaze sent his to the floor.

“Dear.” Velvet sauntered over, her blood red corset shining like silver in the moonlight. “No need to ask such questions.”

Her light, sugar-coated voice sent chills spiraling down his spine. He grasped his spinning head and smiled brightly. Her fingers slithered around his face. She lifted his chin. Her touch shot fireworks through his veins. His heart sparked. His eyes shot down and away quickly.

“Velvet-”

“It isn’t Velvet, sweetheart.” She said in a playfully mocking voice. Like he was a baby. Paul frowned. “It’s mistress.”

His lips pinched. How could she say that? Even her voice grated him a bit. “.. Why aren’t you around more often?” He backed up.

“We all have to work-”

“But you could at least give me a call.” He forced firmness into his voice. “.. Please?”

A wide grin curled across her lips. Her dull eyes stuck to his like a magnet. “Why, sure. Sweetie. I’ll give you a call.” She pat his shoulder. Her feathery jet coat swung behind her as she pranced into the darkness. Paul sat down. He hugged himself tightly.

“What are you doing?”

Click! Clack—”Paul.. where would you want this?” He couldn’t help but smile. His name. It finally rolled off her sweet tongue like the world’s most expensive champagne. He got up, rushing over.

“What?” He held her arm.

“Could you go switch on the light?”

Paul scurried over.

Click.

Paul grit his teeth. Knick-knacks, cords, open books and everything under the sun hung crammed in boxes. Open boxes. Stacked, open boxes. Paul sighed. The boulders on his shoulders doubled. He slouched.

It was better than leaving it out when she came—right?

“I’m sorry. Work.. it’s really been messing with my head-”

“Why would you need to apologize?” She asked, her eyebrows shooting up in a hint of surprise. “No problem.--No problem at all, dear.”

She wrapped her fingers delicately around.. something. “Is it alright?”

“Alright?” Paul blinked twice. “Pardon?”

“Alright if I clean up a bit?”

“.. Sure?”

Velvet sat down. Shuffling crowded Paul’s ears as he sat on the bed, throwing up his legs and taking a deep breath. His gaze hit the roof. Those weird spots in it.. the dark spots, blurred. He closed his eyes. Just having her around, just knowing she was there comforted him like a warm bed. Speaking of a bed—his eyes widened—this was the first time he’d seen her actually sitting somewhere else.

(He’d also seen her sit on chairs, of course.)

“What’s on your mind, darling?”

Paul’s eyes shot over. He drained the air from his lungs like letting loose a bird in a cage. He pieced his fingers together on his chest. “I just wish we could be a real couple.”

“A real couple? Oh.. like in the movies?”

Paul looked down at his feet. Everything behind was smothered by an ugly blur.

“Yeah.” He smiled halfheartedly, shrugging a little.

Velvet stood up. She chuckled her usual devious laugh. She made her way over. It was like the air even bowed in her presence. She sat daintily on the bed—Paul would be lying if he said his heart wasn’t thumping. She leaned close, cupping his face. He closed his eyes. His breaths quickened. His head lightened like he was skydiving.

“You’re perfect.” Her warm breaths tickled his ear lobe. “Absolutely perfect.”

She giggled. Her lips brushed against his cheek before they connected with his. It was like fitting the perfect puzzle pieces together, the last two in the set. He frowned at how quickly she pulled away.

“You want to be like a movie couple, don’t you?”

Paul’s eyes jolted open. He nodded, smiling.

“Then why don’t you crawl into my arms?”

Paul did what he was told quicker than a rabbit jumped. Cool silk hugged him as he cuddled into her chest. Her arms snaked around him. One hand caressed his jaw. He melted into her like butter, gently closing his eyes. Every worry he had soothed.

“You know, no matter what, I genuinely do love you.” Her tone was flamboyant as ever. Did she really mean it? Paul dusted the thought under the carpet.

“I love you.” The words jumped from his heart. “God.. I love you so much.--You’re perfect, we’re”

“Calm down. Shh..”

Paul’s heart slowed. His body loosened. Her chest rising and falling rocked him like a baby as she hummed softly. Paul couldn’t cuddle any more. A little smile ran across his lips. He swore she bent down at least once or twice, leaving little kisses on his head. Thank god his hair was black. His head spun at the thought of lipstick stains in his hair. (If that could even happen)

Whatever. That wasn’t for Paul to worry about.

Velvet knew the exact second Paul dozed off completely. Her grin melted. She knew it was dread. She held him a little tighter. Why did things have to go downhill so fast? Her vision smeared.

But they wouldn’t… as long as she could get to that dam tomorrow, right?

Oh well. Maybe he could do her makeup tomorrow.

[squidwen]

💖Make it Pink, Make it Blue💙

(Ft: Platonic Lilia Vanrouge (and briefly Malleus, Sebek, and Silver.) )

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Inspired by this Vine at 3:39

Summary: After your sleep-deprived bad attitude seems to offend the legendary Lilia Vanrouge, you are challenged to the classic fae game of ‘Make it Pink, Make it Blue’.

The only condition is that Lilia cannot use his fae powers to gain an advantage. With the playing field levelled, what are the chances you’ll actually vanquish the ex-warrior?

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The cafeteria was a soup of sounds and smells as you heaped sugar onto your cereal in a bid to wake yourself up. Grim had tossed and turned all night long, kicking you so many times from his spot on the mattress that you only got about four hours of proper rest…and it showed.

Fatigue throbbed from behind your eyes. Suddenly, a cascade of breadcrumbs fell onto your tray. You thought you were hallucinating until a dollop of jam landed in your coffee cup. Sighing, you craned your neck up.

“Fufufu~” mused Lilia, scarfing his last bite of toast. His oversized coat draped about his head as he dangled upside down, forming a funnel where only his sharp red eyes, and mischievous smile, were visible. Eyes, and teeth, and darkness. You briefly wondered if those were the last things his old enemies saw…

“With respect, Lilia…do you mind?” That coffee had been your only hope for a decent morning. Now strawberry jam – with what looked like pieces of chilli peppers and olives – was marinading in it.

“Sorry about that, dear. But you can still drink it. I made the jam myself and – not to sing my own praises – it’s probably my best batch yet.”

A slow blink was all you could muster.

Sensing something was amiss, Lilia unhooked his legs from the ceiling beam and free-fell towards you, flipping himself upright before landing elegantly. His heels clacked against the graffitied dining table in punctuation.

“You look like my Silver with a face like that,” he said, leaning down to pinch your cheek through his massive coat cuff. You winced and shirked him away. “But at least he’s mastered the art of sleeping when he needs to. What time did you go to bed?”

“Stupid O’clock.”

Lilia sprang back up and laughed. “Oh, come now. Human children your age should be able to handle that every now and again. You’re in your prime after all.”

You grit your teeth. “But we’re not blessed with eternal youth like some people.”

Lilia stopped giggling. Sly as a lynx, the old fae took a step towards you. His shoe knocked against your tray, making the crockery clatter like clashing swords. “We are cranky this morning, aren’t we.” You gulped. Around you, the breakfast hubbub drained away; colours and shapes lost their clarity as those piercing eyes dug into your skin, investigated your soul.

“When I was in my prime I spoke the same way to a commanding officer once. I still have the scars.”

“I’m sorry-“

“Oh, don’t be.” Lilia stooped, inches from your face. “We aren’t living in those times anymore, but such insolence cannot go unaddressed. So how about you atone by entertaining me with a game, and a wager?”

Alarm bells went off inside your head. A fae was offering to play a game with you? You knew from Magical History not to take him up on it. While not all fae were tricksy and cruel, they loved bargains and games and rarely played fair with each other, let alone with humans that were naïve and weaker.

“Have you ever played ‘Make it Pink, Make it Blue?’” Lilia pressed.

You shook your head.

Lilia’s delicate fingers slid inside his waistcoat pocket and drew out two felt-tip pens. “It’s a game inspired by the enchanted colour-changing dress of Princess Aurora. Each player has to mark their opponent as many times as they can throughout the day while saying ‘make it pink’ or ‘make it blue’ depending on what colour they’re using. The winner is the one with the least amount of marks at the end of the day.”

You stared at the pens, then raised your eyebrow at your upperclassman. “And as for the wager?”

“I usually breakfast in Diasomnia, but the ceiling beams are coated in so much dust at the moment. Not ideal for dangling in a black uniform, hmm?” You hummed back in agreement. “And judging by those bags under your eyes, you’ve got a lot of sleep debt to catch up on. So, if you win, I can procure you a potion that ensures you get ten hours of sleep per night for a month, no matter how noisy, cold, or uncomfortable the space around you is. But if you lose…”

“I…dust the Diasomnia ceiling beams.”

Lilia clapped his hands mockingly.

It was risky, but did you really want one of the most ruthless and wise fairies in the world holding a grudge against you? You could tough-out Sebek’s wrath, but Lilia was a whole different ball game - one that had no rules, and no victors except himself.

“On one condition,” you said, reaching for the pink pen.

“Name it.”

“You cannot use your superior fae abilities to win. No flying, glamour, super speed, super sense, or bat henchmen.”

Lilia uncapped the blue pen and stuck it behind his furred ear. “Agreed. The game starts at nine and ends at three. En guard, Prefect.”

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Your paranoia had you checking under every table and behind every door. You were predator and prey, hunter and hunted, instinctive and calculating. Adrenaline surged through you, fuelling you enough to keep you focused despite your lack of sleep.

Despite seeing Lilia a few times during the first hour, you hadn’t plucked up the courage to make a move. As you observed him, it was pleasing to see his feet always planted firmly on the ground – as per the terms of your agreement. You checked yourself over in windows and mirrors to see if he’d marked you without you noticing, but to your surprise you’d managed to stay clean as a whistle all morning.

It was only at lunch that you got your first opportunity…

The Diasomnias preferred to dine at the table closest to the fireplace in the cafeteria. You had gotten there early and squeezed yourself underneath, hugging your knees into your chest to make yourself as small as possible.

Before long you were sounded by a forest of pressed trouser legs. Lilia’s weren’t hard to distinguish with the shorter hems. Like a viper, you coiled back and struck. “Make it pink!” you cried. The students jerked back, their surprise a perfect cover for you to slip away.

Sebek screamed after you, but Lilia laughed so hard he almost fell off his chair. The thick strip of pink ink coating his ankle transfixed him. Malleus’s fork hovered just shy of his lips, piqued in an amused smirk. His Child of Man was so full of surprises.

Lilia pushed himself up off the bench and took off after you. His legs twitched with the urge to levitate, but a deal was a deal.

And now that you’d gotten the ball rolling your fate was sealed.

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Throughout the day, Lilia sprang out of lockers, jumped down from shelves, and even vaulted over people you were chatting with to land a blow. But he was slow, bordering on clumsy from never having trained in such a weakened state. With your pen already uncapped, you dodged and swiped, managing to nick his clothes and skin most of the time.

The corridors were alive with your cacophony – “Make it pink – Make it blue,” back and forth, back and forth.

Malleus chuckled at the spectacle. His fae senses were still in tune, so when he felt you coming he started talking to Lilia as a distraction. His help was cancelled out by Sebek constantly warning his vice dorm leader to your presence, but sometimes Malleus sent him off on an errand to lend you a hand.

Three o’clock came around faster than you’d expected. Passing Scarabia students said you looked like the Genie at the sight of your blue skin. Lilia only got more respectful treatment thanks to his status around school, but everyone thought he looked like a piglet.

It all ended where it began. You rendezvoused with the fae in the dining room, and the first thing he did once the hour struck was jump ten feet in the air, backflip, and land on one finger like he’d recovered from a long injury.

Show-off, you thought. Silver had tagged along to count your marks. He’d gotten the gist of what was going on from Sebek’s rants and looked ready to drop at any moment.

“I’ve counted and recounted,” he said sleepily.

“The marks or sheep?” you quipped.

Silver deadpanned. “And…(Y/N), you scored fifteen points, and father- Lilia, you scored…thirteen.”

A moment of stale silence passed.

Lilia dropped his pen, and his jaw. He turned. Slow. Painfully slow.

Your heart was in your throat as he stalked forward, dainty fingers suddenly tangling with yours and squeezing them tightly. You tensed. Was he going to be a sore loser and break your hand? Or enchant you like the legends warned? No. Lilia’s face was a masterpiece of elation, executed perfectly by his innocent features. You allowed yourself breath.

“For the first time in centuries…I am vanquished!”

Silver scooted off before he could get swept up in any of this. Lilia didn’t care that he hadn’t dismissed him. He only had eyes for you, his worthy adversary.

“You’re not upset?” you asked cautiously.

“Upset? My dear (Y/N) I never was!”

“But, this morning-“

“It takes more than a bit of cheek to rile me. No, you see, I had to find some excuse to test your mettle. Malleus has been spending so much time with you that I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. And history was made today! Never before has a human from another world played a fae child game, and never before has one beaten me at anything…if I didn’t let them.”

Relief bulldozed through your veins, expelling all your adrenaline. The tiredness came back. Heavier than before. Lilia’s face softened at your drooping eyelids and he clicked his fingers. A glass flask filled with a lavender liquid appeared in your free hand. “As promised.”

Part of you still couldn’t believe you’d won. Here it was, your reward!

“Bottom’s up. It should kick in when you fall asleep naturally tonight.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Popping the cork, you glugged the whole potion in one breath. It was sweet and spicy, like strawberry milk seasoned with peppercorns.

You were about to pass the flask back when your vision switched off and your legs turned to jelly.

Lilia’s restored reflexes made him catch you before you hit the flagstones. “Or…it’ll take effect immediately. I do apologise. I still get confused to this day with finer details of certain potions.”

You head lolled to the side, sending a few droplets of the potion dribbling down from the side of your mouth like milk. So much for the fae-vanquisher you’d been moments prior. You were no different to a baby now!

All the years spent raising Silver had taught Lilia to be silent in the presence of a sleeping human, but he couldn’t keep it in. The irony was too much! Cackles, and giggles, and tears of hysteria burst out of him as he teleported you back to your bedroom.

Peeling back the bed covers, Lilia slid your serene form into bed. But before he bid you adieu he had a wicked idea. The game may have been over, but fae will be fae and he couldn’t pass this opportunity up. Snapping his fingers, his pen reappeared in his pocket as he cupped your face, wondering if he should draw glasses or a moustache on it.

Or both.

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Author’s note:

This scenario has been on my mind for months. Dang it Thomas Sanders and your Disney Pranks! 😂😂😂

I hope you enjoyed the fic. As always, drop an ask if you have a specific scenario you want written, and comments, reblogs, and follows are always appreciated!

- Squidwen xx

[virtualcarrot]

[KKIR] Modern AU -Teaching Pains Pt2

Part 1

Prompt 2: Love Potion/TLC

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Konoha Middle-High School isn’t too shabby overall, but not enough that Kakashi doesn’t miss his office at Konoha University, which is cozy and remote and most of all private . Being a part-time presence at the school didn’t warrant assigning him a designated classroom, and he can’t help the unnerving feeling of being a sitting duck as he takes possession of a desk in a corner of the teachers’ lounge.

The feeling only intensifies when he hears the door open shortly after, followed by a sharp intake of breath.

He doesn’t need to look up to figure who it is. Nor can he keep pretending he didn't notice the presence when the newcomer comes to a stop by his desk, clearing his throat.

He greets the other man with his laziest, most heavy-lidded gaze. “Can I help you?”

Umino Iruka, for of course it’s him, wriggles in discomfort. To his credit, he also meets Kakashi’s single eye without faltering.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot last Friday,” Iruka says, holding out a takeout cup.

Kakashi eyes it briefly and doesn’t take it. He lifts an eyebrow, pointed and expectant.

Iruka’s quick to catch on.

“I got off on the wrong foot,” he utters through gritted teeth.

Kakashi greets the admission with a patronizing little nod that Iruka looks to be struggling with himself not to strangle him for. Notably though, he doesn’t retract the cup.

Kakashi decides to throw him a bone.

“And this is…?” he asks.

Apparently, that’s enough to fluster Iruka anew.

“Ah, uh, it’s for you. It’s… coffee. Just coffee,” Iruka replies.

Cute. And unnecessary.

“There’s a coffee maker right over there,” Kakashi notes, cocking his head towards the kitchenette on the other side of the room.

Somehow, his rudeness mollifies Iruka’s growing frown. The teacher bites his lip and winces, ending the whole sequence with an amused, albeit pained, smile.

“Yeah…” he says, drawing out the word. “You do not want to start your day with that sludge, trust me.”

“Trust you? Hmm, not a given.”

The annoyance flares right up. Iruka, it’d appear, is very skilled at scowling. Too bad for him that Kakashi doesn’t care nearly enough for it to affect him.

He props his chin in his hand and stares, as thankful as he often is that his customary surgical mask hides his features. It wouldn’t do to be seen smiling.

It doesn’t stop Iruka from narrowing his eyes.

“Listen here--Do you drink coffee?”

Kakashi rolls his head in a so-so moue. “Aaah. Sometimes.”

He’s very glad that he doesn’t startle when Iruka slams the cup down.

“Then take the damn coffee!” Iruka snaps, throwing a few sugar packets after it. His anger appears short-lived; when he speaks again, his voice is even once more, like he just needed to relieve the pressure to carry on. Interesting. “I didn’t know if you have any allergies, so it’s just plain black coffee.”

Kakashi glances at both packets before drawing his eye back to Iruka. He doesn’t say anything.

Iruka shuffles his feet irritably. “I’m trying to apologize here!”

“Are you?”

For a brief second, it’s like Kakashi’s witness to the swelling of a volcano. He could swear he feels the molten heat rising to the surface, the plumes of smoke and ash hissing as they gather in the air.

Then it all dies down and all that’s left is Iruka sheepishly rubbing the aged scar across his nose.

“Ah, no, you’re right,” he says with a self-conscious wince.

He marks a pause then folds into a bow, ponytail bouncing over his head. Frankly, it’s far more than Kakashi was expecting.

“I deeply apologize for my behavior last Friday, Kakashi-sensei,” Iruka declares all too formally.

And, well. Kakashi isn’t completely unreasonable. When Iruka straightens up, Kakashi meets his eyes and takes the cup for himself.

“It’s fine,” he admits with no little humor, “I’ve been told I can be… difficult.”

Iruka’s lips go pinched with the struggle not to pile onto the confession this early in their acquaintanceship.

He’s a funny one, this teacher.

Kakashi pops the lid off the cup and pulls down his mask, even though it reveals the lower end of his own scar and the half-sided smirk he’s been keeping to himself for most of this conversation.

The taste is a pleasant surprise.

He pulls back with a smile. “I’ll admit, this is good coffee.”

Iruka watches him a bit warily.

“So we’re good?” he asks.

“We’re good,” Kakashi says, and watches Iruka’s shoulders slump in relief.

“Good,” Iruka repeats, rubbing the back of his neck with a small smile. “I’ll leave you to it, then. Gotta get the classroom ready.”

And, just like that, the issue’s closed, no hint of lingering resentment anywhere.

“Sure,” Kakashi murmurs, somewhat bemusedly.

Taking a new sip of coffee, he watches Iruka stock his lunch in the communal fridge and pick a couple of pencils from the supply closet right by the entrance. After which he hesitates, does a quick count with his fingers. He notes down something on the ledger pinned by a magnet to the inside of the closet door and hefts a whole box for himself. Burdened as he is, he has to hip check the closet door to shut it, but doesn’t seem particularly bothered to be seen being quite so graceless.

It’s kind of refreshing.

“I don’t, by the way...” Kakashi calls out just as Iruka’s leaving.

Fumbling to adjust the box while holding up the door with his foot before it shuts on him, Iruka blinks back. “What?!”

“I don’t. Have any allergies,” Kakashi clarifies, raising the cup for emphasis from the safety of his isolated desk. “But unsweetened is fine. Just so you know. Next time you feel like blowing up, and then guilty over it.”

The storm is quick as ever to gather in Iruka’s eyes, and just as quick to abate with the light of understanding.

He pulls a face.

“You’re teasing,” he says at last, sounding resigned but also, dare Kakashi note, amused.

Kakashi grins at him.

“I think we’ll get along.”

-

Part 3

[sevikasleftpussyflap]

Hand over your sevika hc rn 😤🔫

SEVIKA HAS CUTE AGGRESSION

For those of you who don't know, cute aggression is when your brain is so overwhelmed with positive feelings that it might make you want to/act aggressively

It's why you want to squeeze cute tiny things. Can be shown by biting, pinching, squeezing, etc

You're just chilling, maybe reading a book while curled up on the couch and chewing your nails, completely oblivious to Sevika flustered in the doorway

I have a feeling the way she'd show cute aggression is either squeezing you to death, headlocks, or shoving you away

So when she passes you on the couch her hand will just shove your head until you nearly fall off

You just think she's being a dick, as usual, and scoff in affronted surprise at her

You're in her lap, and you decide to nuzzle into her chest or wiggle closer to her. Her hand will tighten around whatever she's holding, usually you, and she'll grit her teeth

"Um ow, Sevika, want to ease up on the hold there?" Her stare remains focused on her cards. The hold she has on you is smushing your face against her collarbone, your words coming out a bit garbled. Unfortunately for her, your puffy cheeks only add to the dreaded cuteness. "Don't distract me."

Her bear hugs will nearly kill you. She won't stop squeezing until you whine, and even then will hold for a few more seconds

If you're the annoying reader, I think that she'd honestly find some of your attempts amusing and cute. So her brain just goes "too adorable I need to kill it"

Half the time she wonders if Zaun issues restraining orders. Will somehow get her hands on one so that whenever you annoy her, she’ll pull out the paperwork and do it in front of you.

You'll lean over her shoulder as she does it and be like "You spelled that wrong"

You've gotten too close and now you're in a headlock

“Really? Spelled what wrong?” she says casually over your giggles and squeals while wrestling you into her lap

Also I can see random headlocks being a thing. Like a casual cuddle pose for you two? Y’all are just chilling on the couch and she has her thick arm around your throat. When you’re sitting on her lap at the Drop and she wants a kiss, her forearm will tighten around your neck until you’re pulled back far enough to give her some sugar

Okay but you have cute aggression too and it usually ends with you waking her grumpy ass up, no matter the time, to pepper her face in harsh kisses

Sevika calls you a creep if she catches you watching her sleep

You’ll straddle her and just admire her face because she looks so pretty and cute all disgruntled. It’ll make her smile and feel awkward so she’ll probably default to insulting you as a defense mechanism

She does it to you when you're naked so it's fair

You’re kissing Sevika's face, she’s just so adorable and your brain tells you you need to kiss absolutely every inch

You accidentally kiss her open eye one time

Eyelashes flutter against your lips in a desperate effort to close. You wince apologetically as Sevika flinches further into the mattress, face scrunched in discomfort. "OW what the fuck-" "I'm sorry I'm sorry you're just so cute-"

Another response to compliments would be physical aggression. She wouldn’t rock your shit but she’d be blushing and giggling (internally) and just push you so hard you fall down

[wordynerdygurl]

Tell Me

Author’s Note:  Oh, just a little drabble about Steve Harrington... you know, the other Indiana Sweet Boy that I can’t stop thinking about.  This is purely, 100% self indulgent and I make no apologies for that!   Also, from now on, all of my stories will be about Plus Size Reader- it will ALWAYS be implied, as it is in this story!  Representation matters, folks!! Gif not mine, but damn it’s foxy!  Tag lists are OPEN, minxes, so lemme know if you want to be added!

In case you were wondering, here’s My Masterlist 

Pairing:  Steve Harrington x (Implied) Plus Size Female Reader Summary:  Steve needs you to use your words. Warnings:  SMUT, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Sexy Times

“Tell me, honey.”

Drunk on sensation, it takes you a minute to refocus on the words tumbling from lips which just finished kissing you dizzy, “Wha?  Tell you-”

“Tell me how good you are for me.  How good you are taking my cock.  I need, shit-” sucking in a breath, Steve growls through gritted teeth, “-Need to hear you say it.”

Tossing your head no, your eyes squeeze shut, as you whine, “No, please, I- I can’t.”

“Uh uh, pretty girl.  You gotta.  You gotta or I’m not gonna let you cum.”

It was mean, cruel even, to force words like that out of you, especially since he was ransoming your pleasure for his own amusement.  His next thrust was deep and true, snapping your back off of the sweat stained sheets, your neck overextending as you cry, “Shit!  Ok, ok… Don’t stop, Steve… ok…  Ok?”

“Then you know what to do, sugar.”

While you stay quiet a bruising rhythm begins, the unending stinging slap of his pelvis against the plush curve of your soft bottom burns since your legs are crossed at the ankle and resting over his right shoulder.  You were so unbelievably tight like this, pretzel knotted underneath him, your pussy pressing snuggly around his shattering length, that Steve has to clench his jaw to keep from losing all control.  

Again and again he spears into your soaking center, only satisfied when your fisted hands let go, your fucked out eyes staring into his own, “I’m-” you’re breathless and panting, chafing against the syllables, “-I’m so… so good for you.”

Whispered brokenly, your chest heaves at the effort as Steve smiles down at you in appreciation.  “Yes you are, baby.  You’re my good girl.  So sweet to me.”

Limp wristed, your hand flops over your face in embarrassment, hiding you from the truth in his knowing look so you can sob around the knuckle between your teeth, “I’m taking you-” his fingers dig into the skin of your calves anticipating the sound of your confession, bending you at the waist so he can deepen his strident thrusts, “-I’m taking you so well!”

Nodding your direction, licking over his bottom lip with a smirk, “Like you were- like you were made for me to fuck you, right?”

“Yes, god yes!”  Your eyes roll skyward, fingers seeking his solid shape and latching onto the straining muscles in his arms, “I was made for you.  To, uh… uh, to be fucked by you.”

Now he bites into his bottom lip, the plush pad pinched and turning purple from the exertion of not cumming at the intense pressure your pussy creates with every punishing press of his determined desire.  You’ve gone quiet again, eyes scrunched shut against a rising tide that you can’t beat back, denying him the noises that fuel his fire, and Steve can’t have that.  Oh no, he has to hear you.  

You may not know it, at least not consciously, but the shivering timbre of your voice as it breaks around words you think are filthy, disgusting, degrading does something to him.  It sparks a flame of want in him that burns so white hot that Steve just knows it’s leaving scars behind.  Secretly?  You love it too.

Lowering your legs so that he can spread you wide open, Steve leans his well muscles chest over you, grabbing for your chin, “Look at me.  Baby, you need to open your eyes.”

The effort required was monumental but you did it, huffy and cross when you met Steve’s heated stare.  He thought he knew what loving you meant; the easy way your broad body accepts all that he had to give, the graciousness you show everyone, including him, the pride he feels at being the man by your side.  Sure, those are all reasons he loved you, adored you, absolutely.  

But there was something about seeing you now, like this.  Frantic with need, frazzled from a want so strong that it made your carnal channel clench around him, your glazed eyes fluttering shut while Steve gazed down at you in wonder.  It dawns on him that this, right here, was his dreams made reality.  You, his sweet and sexy honey.

“So, are you my good girl?  Huh?  Well, are you?”

Knowing exactly what Steve wants to hear, you fight against it, tossing your tangled hair in defiance even as his throbbing cock is tense between your folds.  He isn’t demanding that you answer and he’s not yelling at you.  There’s no name calling and maybe that’s why it’s so much harder to say.  You were his; his little slut, his cock teasing whore, his plaything to be fucked dumb whenever Steve asked.  That was true and it was easy.

Being his good girl was harder. How could you admit to a thing like that?  Because a good girl wouldn’t brag about hugging the hard and long shaft of Steve’s steely length with her tight tunnel, each stroke bringing his dewy head closer to your cervix.  A sweetheart wouldn’t brag about their ability to swallow all of Steve’s sticky load after sucking him to completion, the rug burns staining your knees, your throat sore.  And a baby, honey, sugar, darling wouldn’t get so wet when telling her man about the deliciously sinful stretch he created by stuffing her full of his cock.  

Was that being good?  Mewling, you decide it is.  Just for him, only for him, always.

Warm and soft, Steve’s palm mirrors the curve of your cheek, his thumb barely brushing over your bottom lip as you nuzzle into the grounding touch he offers.  Going still, he presses a hot kiss to your mouth, both of his hands cradling your head.  Strong and firm, his tongue slides along your own, tasting of your sweet slick, cinnamon gum and some unnamable ingredient that was undeniably his own.  

Groaning as the kiss becomes more wanton, you roll your hips, daring to chase your promised release.  Snickering into your parted mouth, he pulls back with a grunt, “Oh, honey.  You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?  Wanna tell me what you want?”  A kiss to your temple, a kiss to your nose, a kiss to the corner of your mouth, before he bites into your earlobe with a hoarse hum, “‘Cause I’m all ears, sweetness.”

Sighing pathetically, you swallow thickly and look away from the soft brown eyes that peered into your soul.  You hate how much he likes to hear you talk, it makes your skin prickle uncomfortably even as it tightens the knot in your belly, something he can feel from the inside.  Holding your tongue, the silence between you grows as your brain battles against caving in to his command.

With a tilt of his head, he cocks an eyebrow skyward, content to watch you wilt beneath him.  Risking a reach, you stretch your neck a bit, praying for another kiss only to be denied, “No dice, babe.”

Slapping your hands flat against the mattress, defeated and desperate, you practically shout, “Fine!  Fine.  You- you win.”

“Yea?”  Pushing the flopping shock of wild hair off of his forehead, Steve’s face registers his triumph, his grip tightening on the flesh of your hips.  

Burning to ash, the wall around your pride burns brightly as you moan into the crook of Steve’s neck, “Yes.  Just, please, please Steve?  Please fuck me.  Fuck me like the good girl I am.”

Slipping his hands under the curve of your spine, he paws at your ass, holding you tight enough to grind his length into you without mercy.  Your hips, rocking mindlessly, shift in time with his movements, “You are so good sweetheart, so damn sweet.  And mine… all mine!”

“Your good girl, Stevie.  Just you, no one else.  I’m only good for you, baby.”

Steve’s possessive hold on you fortifies as he hikes one thick thigh over his hip, “Fuck yea, you are.  My good girl.  My sweet- uh, sweet fucking doll.  You gonna cum for me?  Good girls always do.”

If nothing else you are true to your word.  You are Steve’s good girl and when two of his clever fingers find their way to the puffy, quivering ball of nerves that is your clit, your entire being goes rigid.  Steve’s voice fades to static as your vision fills with silver snow and then you’re stuttering for breath, clinging to the man who edges you into euphoria.

“Holy shit!  Holy shit, doll.  You still with me?”  

The note of worry in Steve’s tone makes you giggle, a euphoric, wild sound.  Of course you were still there, clutching onto him as he chased his own release.  Nodding shyly, your arms curl around him, hugging him tightly.  He’s nose to nose with you, every raspy exhale fanning over your face as his forehead knocks into yours.  

You bite into his earlobe making him stutter, “Fu-fuck baby.  Do it again.”  So you do. 

—

It’s true- you may never see in yourself what Steve sees in you, but every time he challenges you like this, it gets easier to believe that you are his good girl.  His bad girl.  His good bad girl.  And that is enough.

---------------------------------  FIN --------------------------------------

[rreskk]

Idk if I asked this already but do you think you could do Trevor x chubby! reader smut (any gender is fine it’s up to you)

Take care sugar 🫶🏾

Of course! Sorry this took long! Much love! <3

Summary: You've been teasing him all morning and when he came back to finish business, he found you asleep... But he knows a way to return the torments of your divine body.

Pairings: Chubby fem!reader/Trevor Philips

Word count: 1548

TW: -Smut

Trevor stepped into his trailer with a rocky balance. He managed to work through his intoxication of meth and gathered enough stability to find his way to the bedroom (where he last remembered seeing you.)

It was around 3 in the morning… He left to retreat some business goods and promised to be back for some “alone time.” The silence of the trailer made him grit his teeth. It couldn’t be too late, right? He craved that body of yours, has been all week. His expertise that day was rushed because he couldn’t contain himself no more. All through his honest nights work of “Trevor Philips Industries”, he only got shit done so he could return sooner than later.

But the dimness of lights happened to suggest his lack of timing. You had fallen asleep on his bed, snuggling closely into the dirty sheets (that he barely uses). You were stripped in only your panties since the Sandy Shores weather swarmed his trailer like a bolt of fire. However, your nakedness only caught his attention more.

Trevor laid his hips against the doorway and tilted his head at your sleepy figure. The tainted lamp that flickered from his kitchen helped outline your frame. He stared at your bare back; finding himself licking his crinkled lips. You looked so divine… The small love bites from the other day remained visible on your shoulders. God… He was so turned on by your shape. He wanted to kiss every inch while fucking you senseless; He felt the need to worship your thighs, lick your neck, fondle your stomach, whisper utter dirtiness into your ear.

“Mhm…” Out of habit, he adjusted his growing bulge and held onto it, feeling it twitch as the pulse increased with every fantasy that riddled in that Godforsaken head of his. Trevor glanced down to his erection and belittled it with his thumb, trying to find a source of warmth as he returned his sights back to you. Your breathing was faint and timid. Imagining how flustered and breathless you get when he’s on top, the thought was enough to set him off right here… He pressed his thumb harder against his bulge, choaking out a unsubtle moan.  

Suddenly he shook his head, “No… No.” The man told himself. He loosened the grip on his boner. Trevor didn’t want to orgasm through masturbation… His raging boner wanted one thing; you. And what is he gonna do about it?

“urgh…”

He eruptively paused as that sweet noise escaped your desirable mouth. In the span of a minute, he had crawled over the bed so he was gently sat between your thighs. He had his hands caressing the tummy roles, each finger examining the soft skin, yearning for your closer affections. Trevor kept a close eye as he began trailing his fingers towards your breasts. It felt wrong… But so right. Maybe he did lack self-control? Maybe he was a maniac on the loose, yet you loved him for it. Trevor thrived through your support; through your praises, living off your hugs, depending on your kisses, hungry for your body… Fuelled with lust, unsuspected with desperation; there was no way he could wait… Trevor watched your face react to his fingers that teased the surface of your nipple. He hoped it would be enough to wake you up.

“Baby…” His voice huskily awoke you from the slumber. Your eyes flickered open, taking a few seconds to adjust the weight that was now heavily placed upon your stomach. Obviously the first thing you saw was his morbid smile. Trevor grinned from ear to ear at your awareness; “Ohh… Baby, I missed you…”

A small moan left your parted lips when Trevor’s fingers began pinching at your nipple. He nudged it between his fingers before leaning down, giving your left breast his improper loving. The wakeup call was unexpected but you couldn’t help grasping what’s left of his thin hair, trying to find the words, only to breathe out shaky gasps and groans. You did feel dazed from your sleep but Trevor’s tongue began abusing the roundness of your breasts, sending electricity down your spine and pathetically alarming your sex about the reoccurring attraction, and neediness.

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” Trevor worshipped when cupping your tits into the palm of his hands. You were sunken into the mattress at his merciless place of worship. You were the Church to his sinful hands. Every contact of skin made you both fall into a trance of turbulence and bitter sweet love. The fight was overbought, and you grabbed the collar of his white, greasy shirt, slamming your lips together while his hands maintained busy circulating the frame of your body.

“Mm… Shit, sugar-“ Trevor brought your hips towards his, “Baby, let me love you, please… I’m so fuckin’ horny. I need you, I wanna fuck you so hard, sugar… Yeah? You like that, don’tcha? Mhmm… God, you do some unspeakable things to me.” His whispers tormented pleasure into your ear. As you came familiar with the heaviness in his trousers, you whined into his mouth, words still being unavailable in your position. 

His mouth detached from yours. He allowed saliva to spill from the motion of your kiss, lowering down towards your tummy; slurping and gurgling his tongue across your temple, managing to achieve every possible nerve in your system, manifesting the jerk of your hips that occasionally crashed into his erection. Trevor winced whenever you’d abuse him any further… Firstly, you made him wait after a morning of tasteful banter, then you slept before he could even step foot into the trailer… And now you were flattering his struggles more. He could almost smirk at how much you were turning into his desperate girl, so needy of his cock…

“Trevor-” Alas! You momentarily spoke as your voice sounded like Heaven on Hell to Trevor. He continued complimenting your fine figure with his tongue before it grew overbearing. Trevor ripped off his belt, gaping up to face your red and breathless face… Oh, how he loved it.

“You ready, baby?” He grinned, zipping down his flies, “You look so pretty for me. Fuck…” His eyes scanned your body once more, “I fuckin’ love you.”

Holding out and reaching for an imaginary rope, you leaned your head back and prepared; “Yes, please, Trev…” 

The temptation submerged into reality. Trevor’s thumb grazed your clit through the fabrics of your underwear. He tested your warmth and smirked when he felt your pussy pulse and yearn for the cock that kept on twitching, threatening to cum already. He grabbed onto your jiggly hips and guided your entrance to face his penis. He wasn’t large; in a way, he was lower than average. However, his personality and confidence brings out the best of his talents of pleasuring you in general. His size never mattered, he still made you orgasm effortlessly despite the littleness of his cock.

 Trevor stroked your skin with his thumb before he pushed himself into you, gagging moans of joy and delight.

“Ohhh, YES!” Cried Trevor.

No matter how many times he had fucked you, every time felt like your first. Sweat trickled down your forehead as your mouth fell open. Your moans were pushed away since he began thrusting aggressively. Your whole body moved with him, his hands almost bruising your hips while he maintained eye contact; biting his lip, winking every time he pushed out. Trevor’s charismatic smile made you squeal as well as the overwhelming sensation of his cock rampaging to break your sex.

“Mmm, Trevor!”

He rocked faster and harder. He was panting and gagging, gripping your tits suddenly and toying with them while he grunts at how violently he was fucking. You quickly held onto his wrists and released heavy moans from your mouth. The nighttime felt so empty before you two filled the surrounding desert with your screams of pleasure. The bed was extremely unstable considering it slammed against the walls whenever he mounted back into your wetness.

“Oh, God… [y/n], I fuckin’-“ His hands groped harder as he began feeling vulnerable in his state, “Fuck, fuck!” You whined while biting your tongue, feeling the climax approaching. Trevor’s penis was nothing but torture to the man. He fell backwards in attempt to give you a final blow, and when he thrusted back into your pussy, the trigger was pulled.

“TREVOR!-“

You practically restrained him with your hands snatching his wrists still. Trevor, in time, pulled out and came all over your thighs and knees. His tongue fell open as he whimpered at the impact of his orgasm, animalistically staring up into space in his intoxicated manner. You came soon after, wetting the bedsheets underneath you. The moment of pure ecstasy felt like a glitch in the matrix. You grew light-headed since you experienced a rush of blood just after waking up, but it was all worth it.

“Ohhhh, fuck…” Trevor lilts when rubbing his foreskin, wiping away any pre-cum that stained the tip before he even penetrated you. He gazed over to find your face filled with satisfaction. The man felt proud of his efforts and lowered his head, kissing the corner of your drooly mouth. His lips vibrated softly; “I love you, baby.”