#and only occasionally came out from the back room to fuck up some more orders and then look at me (!?!?!?!?) for help to fix them

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

White Shirt

requested?: no pairing(s): bang chan x afab!reader genre: smut/fluff warning(s): smut, unprotected sex (stay safe pls my babies), blonde curly haired chan (yes, that is a warning), reader cant come from penetrative sex (made it real, some girls cant. chan does make her come on his dick tho), oral (f recieving), chan being a horny fuck, hair pulling, mentions of breeding, squirting fingering (small mention), praise summary: 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦-𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 word count: 2.6k a/n: so sorry this took ages, i had to get back into the rhythm of writing smut again lol. i am almost done the twisted series aswell! i may take matters into my own hands and write about them on here because i have only found one post of alex and one post of christian. rhys and josh deserve some love yk. made this one realistic because a lot of girls cant come from penetrative sex, so yk. make sure to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah!

bang chan was a really good boyfriend. sometimes.

now, that’s not to say that chan was a bad person, but sometimes he was just very busy, with him being an idol and all. but tonight, you had just gotten home from work, and it was extremely busy. but, when you got home, you were hit with the smell of your favourite food.

you walked into the kitchen and saw chan, at the stove, with a kiss the chef apron on. you came up behind him, which must have scared him because he dropped the spoon in the pan. nonetheless, you kissed chan’s cheek with a smile.

“you’re just in time” he says happily. “i was just about to dish up”

so he did. he dished up, and you both sat at your dining room table and ate, talking about how your days went.

after you had both finished your dinner, chan insisted he would wash the dishes as you had been stressed out lately, but you told him you would. and with around five minutes of back and forth bickering, you eventually won and went towards the kitchen to clean the dishes.

after a while, you were washing the pots and pans. there was a pan full of water in the sink, and you were washing the spoon. the scene was similar to when you had scared chan, apart from he was cooking and you were cleaning. just then, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a pair of lips attack the side of your neck, making you drop the spoon in the water below, causing the water to splash up your whole front.

see, this would have been fine, had you not be wearing a thin white shirt. the white, and now wet, fabric clung to your body, going slightly see through, so you could see your bra and tits.

“jesus! you scared me chan” you exclaim, placing a hand to your chest to basically emphasise how much you got scared.

“m sorry baby, you just looked so good. couldn’t help myself” he murmurs into the crevice of your neck. you move your neck to the side in order for him to have more access.

chan slowly kissed your neck, obviously not trying to start something, but it was just a sweet gesture to say thank you for cleaning up after he had cooked. you continued cleaning, until you felt the kisses stop and chan’s chin leave your shoulder.

“what’s up?” you say, not looking at chan. his arms still remained wrapped tightly around your waist, but you could just feel that something inside of him had switched. it was in the air.

when you received no answer, you turned your head to look at chan over your shoulder. his head was facing downwards, staring at your chest where the, now practically clear, fabric clung to your chest, outlining your tits perfectly.

you felt something grow hard against your ass, as chan pressed his hips into you, effectively caging you to the counter.

“you’re so fucking sexy, y’know that?” he murmurs, reclaiming his spot in your neck, this time leaving nibbles and the occasional harsh nip on your neck, which would be sure to mark by the morning, but none of you would really care.

you grab the spoon and continue cleaning it, aswell as cleaning the pan. chan bit your neck a lot harshly, causing you to move it a lot more to the side. you felt chan smirk against your neck, his hand travelling down your waist to the waistband of your pants.

you tried to swat his hand away, but he just grabbed your wrists with his free hand, spun you around and effectively pinned you to the counter with his body, your smaller wrists held in his bigger hand.

“chan, the dishes” you try to push him away, but it was a lot harder when you had your wrists pinned together. he brought his face out of your neck and looked at you with lidded eyes.

“do you want to finish doing the dishes, or do you want to help me out and let you feel good?” he asks, even though it was more of a rhetorical question as he already knew the answer. he pressed his knee against your thighs, prying them apart. you instinctively grinded down onto it, trying to get the slightest bit of friction from him.

“yeah” you say, almost bashfully as chan’s smirk widened. again, he moved his face back to your neck, sucking and biting.

as fast as you knew what was going on, chan hoisted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist before setting you down on the dining table. your fingers had found their way into chan’s blonde curly hair and tugging harshly, effectively pulling his head back. you leaned up from your spot on the table and kissed him. chan quickly swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you gladly granted him. he swiftly slipped his tongue into your mouth, which then found yours.

his tongue pressed against yours, fighting for dominance, which he obviously won. he always did. you instinctively widened your legs around his waist, his body perfectly fitting against yours as if it was a missing puzzle piece. chan swallowed all the moans you made against his mouth, his not leaving yours for a second. it was as if he thought that if he let you slip from his grip even a tiny bit, you would leave. you knew that he knew you wouldn’t, thought.

as you both started to run out of breath, chan pulled away. instead of reattaching your lips in another steamy kiss, he attached his lips to your neck, his tongue softly running over the bites that had already started to form. your hands tugged on chan’s hair again, but, instead of leaving the sanctuary of your neck, he slowly kissed down your body.

as he reached the wet spot on your white shirt, he smirked, looking up at you, tugging at the hem of the shirt. your eyes said everything he needed to know as he removed your shirt and threw it somewhere in the dining room. you would find it later, you thought. chan smirked at the sight. you had no bra on, which you normally didn’t have at this time of night as it started to get uncomfortable and nip at your ribs.

chan took this chance to latch his lips onto your right tit, the pebbled bud instantly getting the stimulation it needed. you whimpered as chan massaged your other tit, twisting the hardened nipple in his thumb and index finger. soon, he changed over, letting your nipple go with a soft pop before moving it to the other tit and giving it just as much attention as he did the right. he followed the same process with your right tit and rolled the hardened bud in his fingers.  

when chan eventually moved away from your tits, he left a small peck on each of the nipples, resuming his pathway down your body towards the waistband of your shorts. he slowly undid the bow tightening the waistband and tapped your hips, signalling for you to lift them.

“lift these for me, pretty” he says softly, looking up at you from his knees. you did what he said, lifting your hips up, planting your palms on the table below you for leverage. chan shimmied your shorts down your legs and hooked a finger into your panties.

he smirked almost triumphantly as he saw the wet spot that had formed on your panties, before pulling your panties down your legs. you didn’t see him throw them though, so you assumed he had just placed them on the floor somewhere.

“so wet and all i have done is suck on your sweet little tits baby” he smirked, talking in a teasing manner, you only whimpered in response.

it was so sudden, one second chan was looking up at you with that smirk you oh-so hated (loved) on his face from his knees, but the next he dove face first into your wet cunt, pulling your thighs over his shoulders and licking a long stripe up your folds. you moaned out, leaving one palm on the table and tangling your other in chan’s blonde curls. as he dove his tongue into your folds, he instantly found your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over the poor sensitive nub.

as chan delivered a particularly harsh suck, you threw your head back and tugged harshly as his hair, but chan didn’t let out and instead kept going. you felt him smirk against your poor cunt as he flicked his tongue backwards and forwards over your clit, creating the best stimulation. but as soon as it started, he stopped, sticking his tongue out and pushing it as far as it would go into your hole, his nose bumping against your clit.

chan fucked his tongue into you, making you moan with the stimulation of his nose hitting your clit. he soon pulled his tongue back out of your hole, replacing it with his fingers. he pumped his middle finger in and out a few times before adding his ring finger, making you whimper at the slight stretch. he curled them upwards, hitting that spot inside you that made you weak in the knees. his mouth was soon back to your clit again, sucking and flicking as he fucked his fingers inside of you, making your eyes roll back as well as your head.

“g-gonna come channie” you whimpered out, chan didn’t let out, but instead went harder.

he delivered harsher sucks to your clit, making you moan out and begin to close your thighs around his ears. with his free hand, chan pushed your thighs back open and continued his assault on your poor bundle of nerves. you were beginning to get a lot more sensitive, the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten as you neared your peak. chan kept going, he didn’t stop for one second, not when it came to pleasuring his girl. you didn’t know he had removed his fingers until you felt both of his hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

you gripped the edge of the table, knuckles turning white as you moan loudly. you threw your head back, your eyes rolling back as pleasure took complete hold of you and made you see white. you didn’t know what had hit you until you came back to your senses. you felt chan lapping at your cunt, making sure he got every last drop of your juices and pecking your clit softly, making you you’re your hips softly at the overstimulation, before standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

you panted out as you took in chan’s appearance. his hair was messy, his eyes filled with lust and love, his lips swollen and puffed up.

“made so much mess baby, was it that good that you squirted all over my face hm? made you feel so good you just had to let your juices get everywhere” chan teased. your face flushed red and you tried to hide it, to no avail. chan grabbed your face and pulled it back towards him, making you look at him. “don’t hide from me, i think its hot baby” he murmurs.

you stared at him for a few minutes before he grabbed your hips, standing you up and turning you around. he bent you over the table, and before you knew what was going on, you heard chan’s belt being undone and clothes hitting the floor. you heard another piece of clothing hit the floor, which you just assumed was his shirt.

then you felt it, chan’s cock prodding against your hole. he slid it through your folds to gather your juices before he pushed himself into your hole, filling you up to the brim. tears pricked at your eyes from the stretch.

chan knew you couldn’t come from just his cock, and it wasn’t his fault (from the countless conversations you’ve both had before, which ended in you comforting him by sucking his cock, and telling him it wasn’t his fault and a lot of girls couldn’t). you both managed to find a way that would make you come on his cock, which was him rubbing his clit. so in that way, it was pleasurable for you both.

chan travelled his hand upwards to your clit, pinching it harshly, eliciting a mewl from you. after a few seconds, you rolled your hips into chan, signalling that he could move. he did. he pulled out until only the tip remained before slamming back into you with so much force that the table beneath you moved an inch.

you mewled out again as chan pinched your clit, rolling it slightly but then circling it, making your hips buck from the overstimulation. chan kept thrusting as he did so, the sound of skin slapping against skin, along with your whimpers and chan’s soft grunts the only thing that was filling the room, followed by the squelch of your pussy that was taking chan’s cock oh-so well.

“taking my cock so fucking well baby, your pussy was made for me” he mumbled, messily drawing circles on your clit as his thrusts sped up, his hips pistoling into yours with so much force it kept moving the table bit by bit. “such a good fuckin’ girl for me yeah? fuck, you’re swallowing my cock so well baby”

it didn’t take much more before you felt the coil in your stomach start to tighten as you mewled and moaned in response, trying to grasp at chan. with his free hand, he intertwined his fingers in yours so his palm was against the back of your hand, pushing it down onto the table and thrusting a lot more harshly than before, before they started to become sloppy. chan’s fingers worked well on your clit, making you clench around his cock and spill your juices around him.

“god, i’m gonna breed you so well baby, give you all of my babies yeah?” chan groaned.

“m gonna come again channie” you whimpered out.

“yeah? then come for me baby, see if i can make you squirt again” he grunted out.

his words sent you over the edge, your pussy clamping down around chan’s cock, your juices squirting out around him. that must’ve sent chan over the edge as you felt him squeeze your hand and let out a long groan. chan kept thrusting and circling your clit, making sure you could ride out both your highs.

chan then pulled out of you, replacing his cock with his fingers as he pushed his come back inside of you. he then pulled you up so you were standing with your back to him. he left feather-light kisses to your neck, your legs trembling as he kept you up.

“did so good baby” he muttered into your neck, “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” he asked rhetorically, although you nodded in response.

chan picked you up bridal style and took you upstairs to the bath. he ran it and lay you in it, against his chest which was behind you.

“what about the dishes?” you murmured tiredly.

“i’ll do them later baby, don’t worry yourself about them” he said, cupping water into his hands and letting it fall onto your body.

“are you sure?” you asked, moving your head so you were looking up at him.

“m sure baby” he murmured, looking at you with complete adoration, leaning down to peck your lips. in response, you nodded and smiled. “we could always go for another round before i do though” he said not-so jokingly.

“christopher bang!” you exclaimed, hitting his chest playfully. he laughed in response.

[nastyaromatherapy]

ok but what about ethan landry stalking the reader as ghost face for a while and him finally sneaking in to her house one night cause he can’t hold back. y/n she knew that ghost face was stalking her and she also knew that it was ethan so she puts a pretty lacy nightgown on and waits for him. he finds out that she knows because when he walks into her room she gets up from her bed and he pins her to a wall and she says something like ‘i want you so bad ethan’ so he fucks her till she can’t think or speak.

(maybe some praises like good girl and pretty girl but you definitely don’t need to write those in if those aren’t your thing)

ALSO i just love your writing so much like omg i even read some of your other fanfics for different characters even though i don’t want them cause i just love the way you write 😭

Ghostface's Good Girl (18+)

Your stalker, Ethan, couldn't hold back one night and went inside your house to take what was his.

pairing - stalker!ethan landry x reader

one shot length, 3.0k+ word fic

warnings: PIV, dom ethan, creampie, praising, minor slapping and choking, finger sucking, BJ, slight corruption, teensy size kink, ghostface ethan, whore reader, name calling, orgasm control

Ethan Landry loved you. However, it was all parasocial. You barely knew him. The only thing you knew was that he was Chad's roommate. You saw him occasionally when you were over at Chad's place.

“Hey, y/n,” he would wave to you at a weak attempt at getting closer to you. It was awkward, especially since at the time, he didn't know you and Chad were fuck buddies. He had always liked you and thought you were really hot.

You on the other hand, had never even thought about it. He looked so innocent, so sweet, and Chad was like his older brother. It'd be weird to screw with your fuck buddy's younger brother.

For Ethan, hearing the two of you fuck at night was both a blessing and a curse. He reveled in hearing your moans and begs, biting his lip to keep quiet as he touched himself to your sounds. He hated how it was Chad fucking you, hated more how you were whoring around, knowing Chad wasn't the only guy you were messing with at the time.

He knew that if you were his, he'd put you in your place. You wouldn't be caught with other guys because he'd be the only guy you'd ever need. And once you and Chad broke things off, that's when he started to stalk you.

I mean, before then, he would keep some of your belongings you left at his place as keepsakes and souvenirs, but only now would he begin what he'd label as stalking.

He started visiting the coffee shop you worked at more, too afraid to order anything or say hi; he'd just sit in a corner on his phone, scrolling through your instagram. When your shift would finish, at seven pm, he'd rush over to your place, arriving way before you did.

Straight after work you'd get into the shower, which pissed him off. As sick as he was, he knew he couldn't enter your house. There were no windows in your shower, obviously, and you'd keep your curtains closed.

Oh, when you finished, though, he'd watch through your bedroom window in ghostface attire as you dried and lotioned your legs, so badly wanting to feel your soft skin against his.

Everything about you was so delicate. You were so softspoken, even your whines which he heard through thin walls were pretty and angelic. He needed to know how it'd feel to corrupt you, and keep you as his pretty doll.

And he'd do this for nights, the same routine. Every night he'd watch you get out of the shower and get ready for bed, and it took everything in him to not just break in and take what was his.

Ethan Landry's secret was no secret though, which you found adorable. Did he really think you wouldn't notice him sneaking looks at the cafe? Did he really think you wouldn't notice his car parked in a confused neighbors driveway, every night you came home? Both you and him expected you to be scared, concerned, and disturbed. But in reality, you loved the idea of Ethan obsessing over you, and following you around like a puppy. You found it cute how he couldn't muster up the courage to just talk to you, and ended up resorting to stalking.

You tried amping him up, often discarding worn panties in the bin at night. Was the shuffling and tipped over trash raccoons? No, it was Ethan. At first. you just found it cute, like when a little boy likes an older girl that's way out of his league. It was only after a month that you started to question what being with Ethan would actually entail.

Would he by kind, sweet, and gentle, massaging your feet? Or would he be jealous, and violent? The thoughts kept you up at night. Oh, and the day you almost “caught” him, and he dashed so quickly he left his dainty Nancy Loomis mask, you'd say you were in love too. Your stalker, Ethan Landry, was ghostface. That only made things more exciting.

Day after day, it got harder and harder for him to not just go inside. After time, you decided to leave your door unlocked. He noticed, and it confused him. You'd never changed your routine before. Then he started to ponder, did you know?

One night, you changed your routine drastically. You oiled your legs, discarding the lotion you used to use. You dressed into a lacy lingerie slip, unusual since you usually wore a victoria pajama set.

He was already growing hard in his pants, his mask concealing his needy eyes. He was desperate to feel you, and needed to take a step inside. The stairs creaked as he walked up them onto your porch, and he hesitated before laying a hand on your doorknob. He sharply inhaled before twisting it, making his way inside.

You noticed his steps on the ground, due to his huge boots, and waited anxiously for him to enter your room. He slowly scurried his way through your house, finally opening up the door to your room.

He entered with the iconic ghostface head tilt, and your breath hitched. You slowly stood up, trying to hold back your blush for the masked killer who stood inches higher above you. Like lightning he pinned you against your poster covered wall by your throat, his hand easily wrapping around it. You left your mouth agape and choked a little, staring deeply into the dark puddles where the mask covered his eyes.

He noticed how you easily and willingly complied and softened his grip, letting you quickly let out short breaths. “I know it's you, Ethan,” you whispered breathily, and his face contorted- although you couldn't see, into a writhe of concern. “I want you so bad,” you whined, and your hands made way to under his mask, lifting it up to expose his face, curls frizzy since the mask wasn't lined with satin.

He suspected you knew, but he never actually thought his suspicions would be correct. He digressed, however, and continued his concentrated activities. “And you can have me,” he spoke, his voice low and seductive. “But know that your compliance labels you as mine. Do I make myself clear?” You swallowed and nodded, leading him to lean into your ear, his steady breaths making the hairs on your neck stand up.

“Do I make, myself clear?” He repeated through gritted teeth, squeezing your neck tighter as he spoke, before slowly diluting while awaiting a response. “Yes, sir,” you choked out almost inaudibly, but he caught it.

“Good girl,” he cooed as he got even closer and toyed with the straps of your dress. When he towered above you, your head was tilted upwards to meet his eyes; his lanky yet broad figure was just as frightening as alluring.

“You're usually so talkative in class,” he whispered cunningly, dragging his gloved finger along your jawline. “Why so silent now?” He asked, alluding to your sudden meek behavior.

You didn't answer, but when you saw him continue to stare like a deer in headlights, you whispered, “I just want to be good for you.” He clicked his tongue and journeyed his hand up, from your jaw to your cheek, stroking it lightly with his thumb. With your mouth slightly agape, his thumb slowly shifted closer and closer to your lips, before finally making contact. You inhaled through your mouth slightly, mimicking a silent gasp.

His finger grazed your soft lips, lightly tapping it for you to open even wider, requesting entry. “Open,” he ordered when you didn't get the message. Once you furtherly gaped your mouth, he gave a nod of approval before sliding his thumb inside. Not needing to be told twice, you didn't hesitate to clamp around his finger, sucking it lightly.

“That's it,” he whispered as you hollowed your cheeks around his thumb. “Just like that.” You moaned slightly around his finger, leading him to groan in response. The interaction made you so desperate and painfully wet, and you squirmed uncomfortably, your thighs awkwardly trying to gain friction on their own.

He noticed this and smirked, finding it cute how impatient you were being. With his hand still on your cheek, he stroked it gently, the skin so silky and the peach fuzz so soft. He was about to ask a question, so he removed his thumb from your mouth since he expected an answer. “Are you gonna be my good girl tonight?” He asked huskily, making sure you knew what you were getting yourself into, once more.

You nodded, which wasn't enough for Ethan, who wasn't reluctant to strike your cheek when you didn't answer, leaving a bright red mark. You cried in the form of a moan as his rough hand made contact with your dainty skin, finally realizing which Ethan you'd been fantasizing about you'd get tonight. A masked, violent, short-tempered killer. “Yes, sir,” you spoke.

He didn't feel you were ready for praise, yet, and he tossed you onto your bed, face forward. Your legs dangled off the edge, showcasing your tulle-trimmed socks. When you attempted to turn onto your back he laid his hand on it, keeping you in place. “Stay still,” he huffed, making you quickly do as told. He kneeled below your lowish platformed bed, flipping your dress up to expose you ass.

He leaned in, and you whined as you felt his hot breath against your almost exposed cunt. Your pretty white panties were still covering your pussy, although they were almost see through since they were so sopping. “God you're a slut, so fucking wet,” we muttered to himself as he hooked the gusset in his fingers, revealing your dripping sex.

He removed his gloves before sliding his fingers up and down your slippery folds, making you whine. “Ethan,” you whimpered, wretchedly grinding against his hand. He spit on your cunt, before licking a stripe down it, latching onto your clit. He groaned as he was living his dream of tasting you, hands spreading your cheeks apart for easier access.

“F-fuck,” you moaned as his tongue fucked your hole, kicking your legs a bit so you didn't get too overwhelmed. He chuckled when he noticed, making your lips flutter, slightly humiliated. Soft “ah's” left your lips, and they gradually grew louder and louder the closer you got.

You felt the warmth build up in your stomach as you grew more sensitive to each movement of his tongue as you neared the edge. “Ethan,” you sobbed. “’Gonna, cum,” you whimpered, and he responded by abruptly pulling away, edging you. You whined in disapproval at his absent tongue that was taken away without warning, wanting to cum so badly.

He laughed softly and stood, quick to pull you up with him by your hips. “I control when you cum,” he taught, making you nod before quickly remembering he disliked that. “Yes sir,” you whispered sweetly, your eyes large and doe. He smugly smirked at your response, “Good girl.” You loved the affection you seemed to gain from him.

“Now get on your knees,” he ordered as he removed his cloak, discarding it in a corner of your room. You kneeled below him, and he started to undo the buttons on his black slacks, pulling them down and kicking them off his ankles. He was left in his boxers, and your eyes couldn't pull away from his erection.

You started to venture your hands closer to his waistband, but for safe measure, you watched his eyes to see if he was okay with that. His eyes said nothing. That was extremely unhelpful. What you’d learned so far was that Ethan was often vague and not very talkative about what he wanted.

Noticing how he didn’t say anything and how he didn’t seem angry, you gripped his boxers, pulling them down to his ankles in a swift motion, revealing his erect cock. He gave a soft sigh as his dick was released and no longer confined.

He chuckled when he saw you contemplating whether or not to touch it, afraid of upsetting him. “This is the hardest you’ve ever gotten me,” he whispered perversely, smiling a little as he enjoyed this a lot. “Better than staring through windows, huh?” You asked, fighting your urge to just grab it and stroke him. He nodded and reached for his cock, stroking it gently.

“Open your mouth,” he spoke to you as he tapped the tip against your lips. You opened your mouth nice and wide to accommodate his girth, and he spoke words of approval, “That’s my pretty girl,” before sliding himself in.

Your mouth flooded with the smell and taste of him, making your eyes water a bit as it hit you so intensely. You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed up and down the head, using your hand to stroke the base. He groaned, pushing into you a little further. “Fuckk.”

His curls covered his eyes as he looked down, watching you suck on his length, still wearing the cute nightie. When strands of hair covered your face, which made it harder for you to see him, you’d push them behind your ear, being loyal and giving your undivided attention to him. He loved when you moaned around his length, showing how much you enjoyed it.

Your mouth was warm and hot, and his cock relished in the higher temperatures that you engulfed him in. He threw his head back, absentmindedly thrusting forward ever so slightly, making you gag from time to time.

Your eyes were red as they burned with unshed tears, his scrotum feeling fuller and heavier the deeper in your mouth you took him. “God,” he moaned in a strained voice, feeling himself grow close. He didn’t want to cum yet, though, so he pulled out of your mouth.

You gasped for air as saliva dripped down your chin, feeling empty without his cock in your mouth. He smirked as he looked down at you and ordered, “Get on the bed.” You quickly hopped off your knees and crawled onto your mattress, and he was right behind you with a hand on your waist to help position you.

He clawed at your nightie before taking it off, pulling it up over your head. You were flipped onto your back, and he pulled your legs up so your feet were leveled with his shoulders. He pulled your panties off, leaving you completely bare underneath him.

“Please, Ethan,” you whined as he rubbed his cock up and down your wet slit, your cunt gaping, awaiting entry. He tilted his head at you, “Please what?” You swallowed and looked away, not answering him.

“Answer, bitch,” he fumed, placing his hand on your neck, squeezing your pipe ever so slightly. You lightly choked before attempting to speak, “P-please fuck me, Ethan.” He removed his hand from your neck and cockily smirked.

“Yeah? Does my slutty little princess need to be fucked by my cock?” He taunted, and you vigorously nodded in response.

Your breath hitched as he lined himself up with your entrance, and he threw his head back and inhaled before sliding in. “Fuck!” You yelped as he stretched you out so beautifully. Your legs trembled under him as he slowly started to thrust into you, his movements rhythmic.

“That’s it, take my cock,” he groaned, his hands moving to grip your soft hips. As he started to speed up, you couldn’t help but get louder. You turned your head around to try and hide your face, but he caught on.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice stern and demanding. You slowly turned your head back around, trying your best to suppress the faces he was fucking into you. He chuckled at the way your features contorted, especially when he went deeper.

Once he saw that your cunt was perfectly stretched around him, he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder to get a new angle. You were lifted off the mattress ever so slightly, as your leg didn’t reach that high naturally.

He started to fuck you roughly, his cock pistoning in and out of your starving cunt. “Ethan!” You screamed, which only made him needier. You could no longer suppress your moans now, as your heart was racing and your breathing was erratic. His hands clawed into your hips painfully, but you could only focus on the pleasure he was giving you.

“Do I do it better than Chad? I don’t even know why you wasted time on his lame ass; he didn't deserve someone as gorgeous as you. My pretty girl,” he groaned, each word getting whinier and whinier. “Yes, Ethan,” you cried, your toes curling. “You fuck me so much better than Chad; don’t stop, please.”

He gripped your hips so harshly that your ass was completely lifted off the bed. Seeing this, he picked you up entirely, slamming into you as you tried to hold on tight to him. “Fuck! Ethan!” You moaned as he took every inch of you.

“You’re mine,” he huskily whispered into your ear as he fucked the lights out of you. You nodded. “Yes, Ethan. I’m yours,” you moaned as you shut your eyes tightly, completely overwhelmed from the stimulation. “Can I cum?” You asked, and Ethan didn’t answer. His hands that were gripping your ass gave it a light smack, making you jump a little.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, going deeper, getting closer. “Please Ethan!” You repeated. “Please let me cum!” You whimpered as he tore your pussy apart. He couldn’t hold back anymore; your whines turned him on so much, and he buried himself in your cunt as he shot his load inside you. “Cum,” he whispered into your ear, and you wasted no time to release.

You screamed, and your legs vibrated as you came all over his cock, just as his warm cum filled your pussy. “Take all my cum, good girl.” After he calmed down, he put you back on the bed and joined you.

He laid on the bed and placed you on top of him, his hand reaching down to rub your sensitive clit. You moaned as he touched you, and then you moaned into his mouth as he leaned in to kiss you. His lips pressed against your pillowy ones, and from the way you whimpered into the kiss, he felt himself getting hard again.

“I want you to ride me, okay?” He asked, although it was meant as an order, not a question. “Yes, sir,” you obeyed. He ran his hand through your soft, untangled hair, giving you a peck. What you didn’t know right now was that you were now Ethan’s. You didn’t know before, but all this time he’d been training you to be his, to be his perfect fuckdoll. “Good girl.”

[sugar-coat-it]

Body piercer! Matty part 2

Part 1 , Part 3

WE ARE SO BACKKK!! and, as promised, with filth

Fem! reader

Contains: Meet cute date, ADHD brain dork Matty, Matty being a boob guy, piercing play, praise, Matty’s pierced tongue <3, possessiveness, oral sex (f receiving), touch of spit play, titty fucking, cum play?, finger sucking

Word count: 5,092

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PART TWO- You've been set up on a blind date with the gorgeous man who pierced your nipples. Surprise!

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You’re not entirely sure whether to call this a cruel joke or a goddamn blessing, it may be too soon to tell as the both of you just stare at each other. In order to identify him, you were informed that your date would be wearing some metal band t-shirt. To ensure you weren’t being delusional, you glanced down to see that that was exactly what he had on, along with that same chain he’d worn the day you met. Matty looks like he’s doing the exact same thing, trying to figure out if this is some odd coincidence, or if you’d really been set up on a date together. There’s no question that when your eyes meet a second time, you both know it’s the latter. He approaches the table slowly, a charming smile of disbelief on his lips, like he’d run into an old friend. You’re pretty sure your expression is more one of shock and denial that you’re face to face with the man who’s already seen your tits and watched you cry when he pierced them. Together, those practically add up to third base. 

“Now, this is a surprise. I remember you, you came into the shop a few weeks back, yeah?” he says before cocking his head towards the empty seat in front of you, “May I?”

You’re silent for a couple of seconds like your mouth hasn’t caught up with your brain. Mentally kicking yourself, you shake your head quickly to get out of the haze. You motion for him to sit down, sputtering out a “Hi, yes, of course!”, likely sounding all too eager. He shoots an amused glance at you before settling in across from you, his eyes darting across the room for a few moments as a testament to his overactive mind. You feel an unexplainable rush when those gentle brown eyes finally settle on you, stifling any effort your brain was making to try and come up with something to say. Silence. Dry-mouthed, you land on: 

“... is this too awkward of a situation?”

“I dunno. It’s only awkward if you make it awkward,” he shrugs, but he seems equally unsure about how to navigate this, “I don’t think it’s awkward.”

Awkward is starting to no longer feel like a real word the more it’s said. 

“Right…” you trail off, your eyes starting to drift to the floor. 

Suddenly, Matty snaps his fingers, his eyes widening like he’s just gotten the best idea ever, making your gaze flick back to him with surprise.

“Okay, how’s this: we pretend we’ve never met and I’ve never seen your… erm, you get the idea. Right, ready?” he explains rapidly, now holding his hand out to you enthusiastically, “Hello, I’m Matty, it’s lovely to meet you, you look very nice.” 

You laugh with disbelief at his sudden burst of energy, tentatively reaching to hold his hand in return, giving it a firm shake. Maybe this won’t be so uncomfortable after all. 

“Hi Matty,” you smile, offering your name in return before letting go of his hand, feeling some of the tension melt away from your rigid posture. 

“Good, now that’s out of the way. I’d really like to know more about you if that’s okay, pretty stranger I’ve never met before,” he grins, leaning his head against his hand like he’s preparing to pay full attention to whatever you tell him. 

You do just that, and he nods along, interjecting occasionally with his own anecdotes. You learn a lot of things about Matty too over the course of the date. One of them is that when he really gets going about something, he stammers because he talks so fast. Little details that only make you find him more charming. It’s funny how quickly he turned from what felt like a figment of your imagination to something tangible. He’s no longer just the face of your fantasy, the depth of his personality is immense, you can tell just from the short time you’ve spent together. You find yourself more curious about him than anyone you’ve ever met. You want to tear him open. 

Conversations flow freely, there’s nothing strained about the date, you can tell he feels the same, his pretty brown eyes shining with mirth, crinkled at the corners when he laughs. The drinks you’d ordered are long finished and paid for (by him, at his insistence) by the time the lively chatting starts winding down into a comfortable quiet. 

“Y’know, I did kinda hope I’d see you again,” he says softly, almost shyly as he breaks the silence between you.

“Yeah, I did too. I’ve thought about it a little too much, probably,” you chuckle, your cheeks warming at his sentimental admission.

“Are we done pretending we’re strangers now?” he smiles, a toothy, boyish smile. 

“I think we are, yeah. If so, can I ask why you didn’t ask me out that day?” you ask, getting right to the heart of the matter. 

Matty looks up at the ceiling for a moment, his lips pressing together into a thin line as he tries to conjure an excuse but comes up blank, fidgeting with the silver chain around his neck. 

“I don’t really know. Well, I think part of it was that I was supposed to be takin’ care of you, in a way? Like, you were in my hands, I didn’t want to weird you out, be the creep that pierces your tits then asks you on a date. Especially cause you didn’t want a bloke piercing you in the first place, d’you know what I mean?” he rambles, making many big motions with his hands, “and… I dunno, you’re very pretty.” 

His voice lowers with a shrug on the last part like it’s a secret just between you and him, looking a little hesitant like he believes he’s just bared too much of himself to you. God, he’s fucking lovely.

“I get it, Matty,” you nod, reaching for one of his hands that’s resting on the table. 

Matty nods back at you slowly, seeming to be processing the way you’re not put off by his talkative tendencies. He turns his hand over to properly hold yours, giving it a squeeze to show his appreciation. He doesn’t say anything, but you can tell it means a lot to him that you listen to him. 

“Well,” he starts, clearing his throat, “I still ended up on a date with you anyway. Pretty fucking mint.” 

“Yeah, pretty fucking mint,” you repeat with a snort. 

Matty glances around the cafe, noticing the bustling of the staff cleaning tables and starting to put away the baked goods. Have you really been there that long? 

“I suppose they’re starting to close up…” he notes, sounding a little deflated that your date is coming to an end. 

“Looks like it,” you hum, fidgeting with your empty cup. 

“Can I walk you home, maybe?” he offers, a bit of hope sparking in his sleepy eyes. 

Your heart skips a beat at his proposition. It’s not much, but it’s certainly something that could lead to more. The chemistry between you is palpable, neither of you wants this to end; it’s a recipe for the best kind of trouble.

You leave the cafe together with Matty at your side, his hands shoved in his pockets as you lead the way. The walk is quiet, but you can tell his mind is racing with just a glance, he’s fidgeting with something in his pockets with slightly furrowed eyebrows. He’s so cool, but you’d never imagined him to be so hyperactive, it’s a wonder that he keeps his hands so steady when he works. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think it was endearing, finding yourself wondering what was going on in that head of his. Before you can even open your mouth to ask, he starts to tell you a story about his job, prattling on while including a bunch of technical piercing terms that you know nothing about. You just gaze up at him, infatuated as you reach to cling to his arm the whole way back. You need this man (and his rambling) terribly. 

“This is me,” you say when you stop in front of your home, motioning to the quaint apartment building. 

Your voice is almost hesitant, like you wish you lived a little further so you could keep chatting. You’re already internally debating inviting him up, remembering that your roommate should still be out for the day. How are you supposed to ask him that? You’re feeling a little out of practice with being smooth. 

“Right… well, this was really nice,” he nods, trying to keep his cool, but he’s smiling at you with such sweetness that he’s blowing his own cover. 

“Yeah, it was,” you agree, his smile so infectious that you can’t help but return it. 

There are a few moments of quiet, the sense that something else could happen lingers in the air as Matty toes at the pavement with his boot. You shatter the silence with a question you don’t really know how to phrase other than just spitting it out.

“Would you want to come up?” 

He blinks at you a few times before smiling, scratching the back of his neck as he tries not to appear too elated. 

“Yeah, I would.”

The moment you’re both inside your apartment, he’s reaching to cup your cheeks, backing you up against the door, getting so close that you can feel his warm breaths against your lips. Your eyes are lidded as you stare at his mouth, your cheeks prickling with heat at just the feeling of him holding your face. You feel like your skin is buzzing with anticipation as Matty swallows thickly, want is plastered all over his face.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks softly, always the gentleman. 

You nod quickly, your hands snaking up his chest to rest at the back of his neck, the tip of his mohawk tickling your fingers. Without another moment to spare, he leans in and presses his lips to yours, both of your eyes fluttering shut as the tension between you bursts, fizzling under your skin. The kiss starts slow as he slots his lips against yours, his thumb tentatively running over your cheek as he draws in deep breaths of you. Your lips begin to lock more eagerly within moments, you’re no longer looking to taste but to devour. The tip of Matty’s tongue drags along your bottom lip sensually and you allow him to lick into your mouth, swallowing up your gasp as need festers within you. Messily, you start shedding jackets and shoes while being unable to keep your hands off of each other. Rushed kisses are exchanged as Matty stumbles, leaning down to unlace his boots while his other hand grasps your waist. His shoes land on the floor with a clunk as he stands back up to his full height, pulling you flush against his body by your ass. The whole thing is awfully reminiscent of two horny teenagers dying to explore each other for the first time, the thought has you giddily smiling into the kiss. Matty doesn’t even know what you’re smiling about, but he’s doing it right back, giving your backside a playful squeeze just to hear you squeak against his mouth. 

You lead him by the hand to your room, it's dizzying how quickly making out has turned to you underneath him on your bed, the both of you topless with roaming hands. He makes quick work of snaking his hands around your back, unclasping your bra, and sliding it down your shoulders. 

“Fuck… there she is. Y’know, these are some of my best work, I’d say,” Matty muses proudly, reaching out to cup your breasts in his hands. 

It’s completely unlike when he’d touched you in the shop. He puts his whole bare hands on you keenly instead of only touching you when necessary, avoiding even brushing you with his knuckles. You sigh with relief, arching into his palms as your daydreams play out in real-time, it’s all so much better than you’d imagined. Matty stares down at your tits with a pleased smile, clearly happy to see your chest again. He massages them with his hands for a few moments before taking them off of you to get a good look at the piercings. Oh so gently, he splays his fingers out at your sides, settling his thumb over one of your nipples. You expect him to start to tweak and pull at it, but instead, he gently rolls the pad of his thumb against the bud, letting out a hum of satisfaction as you suck in a sharp breath. It’s so much yet so little at the same time.

“You’re teasing,” you accuse softly, your breath catching in your throat at just how much more sensitive to the touch your piercings have made you.

“Teasing? I’m just making sure they’re properly healed, don’t want it to hurt, sweetheart,” he reassures, an unmistakable glint of mischief in his eyes as he slowly runs his thumb in little feather-light swirls over the peak of your breast.

Finally, when he’s decided you’ve gone through enough torture by his hand, Matty begins to tweak the piercing, flicking the barbell with his thumb just to watch you squirm underneath him. Warmth flushes through your body like a thunderous wave, your toes curling reflexively. You gasp at the unfamiliarly strong sensation, your fingers curling to grasp his arms tighter as he toys with you.

“How’s that feeling?” he asks, his voice low, gravelly. 

“It’s good…” you mumble, your chest heaving slightly as you feel a harsh pang of need resounding through your body, between your legs.

“Good. And this?” he continues before suddenly pinching your nipple meanly between his thumb and forefinger. 

You jolt as he pulls a sharp moan from you, your back arching at the new rush of hot, tingly pain. You’ve never in your life felt a sensation so powerful, so mind-numbing from only your breasts, and it’s fucking incredible. You’re staring at Matty with wonderment like he’s some kind of deity, begging him to show you more of the potential of your own body. He’s guiding you through the storm, soothing the ache with two gentle fingers circling the hardened bud. Matty clicks his tongue, his darkened eyes burning into you.

“Asked you a question. Did you like that?” he chides, pinching your pierced nipple between his calloused fingers a second time. 

“Fuck! Yes, yes, I liked it!” you cry, your body writhing beneath his weight. 

“Atta girl… keep using your words for me, okay? Much better that way.”

It seems his silver tongue that day at the parlor wasn’t just a one-off, he’s talented with words and you’re dying to hear more. He leans in, pressing his lips to the valley between your breasts, trailing up until his lips are settled over your other, neglected nipple. Matty sticks his tongue out, tracing the peak of your breast with his tongue, flashing his tongue piercing to you in the process. Fucking obscene. 

“Was fuckin’ dreaming of doing this,” he mumbles before delving into you, licking a drawn-out stripe across your flesh. 

Your eyes widen as you feel the metal stud of his tongue piercing pass over your nipple, letting out a breathy moan as he maintains unwavering eye contact with you while doing it. He groans as if your skin is the best thing he’s ever tasted, continuing to tweak your other nipple while taking this one between his lips, sucking gently while flicking his pierced tongue against you. Your hips rock forward automatically, finding a slow, rolling pace in search of anything that will relieve the throbbing between your thighs. Matty smirks against your skin as you start to grind into him, allowing himself to meet your rhythm. His growing erection is pressing into your thigh now, the friction between you just made the room feel much hotter.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathe, not daring to break his gaze.

You thread your fingers into his fluffy mohawk, keeping a hold on his head as he continues to ravish you, his breath hot and fanning across your skin. His tongue piercing clashes against the barbell through your nipple, tugging at it amidst the wet warmth of his mouth. A harshness overcomes his features as he pulls away, dragging his tongue up the expanse of your chest to the column of your neck, his mouth right by the shell of your ear.

“You know, when you walked out of there, the only thing I could think was some fuckin’ dickhead who wouldn’t know how to treat you would get to touch these and not me. Drove me fucking mental,” he rasps lowly, his teeth baring as his upper lip twitches with irritation at the mere thought of it. 

He tugs at one of your piercings roughly, making your hips buck forward as you let out a sharp cry. Matty just smiles cockily, leaning down to kiss it better, pressing his lips to your breast apologetically.

“I don’t want anyone else to touch them,” you murmur, tightening your fingers in his hair, earning a little groan from him. 

“No? Just me?” he coos, reaching to grasp your jaw possessively, “you’re right, baby, I should be the only one who gets to appreciate my handiwork, don’t you think?”

You just nod obediently, feeling a strong pulse between your thighs as the heat continues to pool inside you. Your heart is beating out of your chest at the way he so easily weakens your resolve to nothing. You turn your cheek towards his thumb resting at your jaw, pressing a kiss to the digit while blinking up at him with your best “fuck me”-eyes. 

“You’re so damn pretty,” he sighs, running his thumb over your pliant bottom lip, “can I make you feel good, sweetheart?” 

“Yes, please touch me, Matty,” you whisper while he pulls at your bottom lip with his thumb. 

“God,” Matty groans, “this is going to be very fun if you keep talking like that.” 

He begins kissing his way down your body, mapping you out with his skilled lips and hands. His fingers settle at your hips, hooking under your legs so he has a better angle to get between them. Your breath hitches as you realize what he’s doing, something that most men only reluctantly offer. 

“You don’t have to-” you start to say, cut off by your breath hitching when he bites at your inner thigh. 

“No, I don’t have to,” he interjects, now licking over where he’d marked you with his teeth, “but I really, really want to.” 

With no protests from you, he leans down, pressing a kiss to your panties, right over where you’d soaked a damp spot into them. You squirm slightly as he drags his lips up to your clothed clit, making a show of looking up at you while he does so. You’re aching for him, there’s no doubt that he can feel the pulses between your legs against his mouth. Matty slowly hooks one of his fingers into the ruined fabric of your panties, pulling them to the side.

“Oh, baby…” he moans approvingly, his eyes lidded with lust. 

 You catch the way Matty grinds his hips down into the mattress at the sight of you, but just once, just enough to take the edge off with some friction against the straining in his pants. You can’t help but feel flattered at his eagerness, pride swelling in your chest. Wasting no time, Matty delves between your thighs, parting your honeyed folds with his tongue until he finds your clit. Immediately, he latches onto it with his lips, sucking and swirling the tip of his tongue around the swollen bud. You cry out, your hips arching off of the bed just for him to push them back down firmly. His tongue stud feels even better nudging against your clit than it did your nipples, that little silver ball stealing your breath from your lungs. Matty moans against your cunt, his eyes rolling back slightly as he eagerly laps between your legs, he’s eating you like he wants to drown in you. 

“Tastes fucking divine…” he murmurs, making your head spin with the languid circles of his tongue. 

You curse under your breath, clutching at his shoulder for dear life as your hips start to wantonly roll forward against his mouth. You’re hurtling towards release almost shamefully quickly, your thighs clamping around his head, and he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. It’s all gathering and tightening inside you quickly, compounding with every swipe of his practiced tongue. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, the flames lit and fanned by the man buried between your thighs.

“Matty- Matty, I’m close,” you warn, your nails digging into his shoulders with widened eyes. 

Matty rears back for a moment and shushes your whimpers of protest as he stares up at you, gathering saliva on his tongue before spitting on your pussy, then rubbing it into your clit with his thumb. You can’t help but moan at how filthy his little move was, watching in shock as he immediately goes back to ruining you with his mouth.

“Good fucking girl, c’mon, give it to me,” Matty rasps against you, his eyes lighting up with intensity as he watches you near the edge.

Your body writhes, you’re gasping for air amidst the sheer euphoria building to a high. Your orgasm rips through you like sparks exploding under your skin. Your hips lift from the mattress, stuttering and bucking while your mouth opens with a broken cry, his name like a mantra on your lips. Your cunt flutters and throbs, sensations emanating through you in electric waves. Matty watches you like it’s a damn privilege to watch you fall apart, his eyes trained on your every reaction as he eases you through your climax. He continues his ministrations until you whine, pushing his head away from between your trembling thighs. He smirks up at you with a glistening chin and lips, looking very happy with himself. 

“H-holy shit,” you gape, dazed as you chase your breath with a heaving chest, loosening your vice grip on him. 

“Mm, could do that all fuckin’ night with a cunt like that,” he sighs, wiping his face with the back of his hand. 

You shudder at his words, clambering to pull him back up and smash your lips to his, tasting your arousal that’s heavy on his lips and tongue. The high from your orgasm lingers, clouding your head pleasantly as Matty hums contently into the kiss, pushing damp, stray strands of hair behind your ear, his lips moving with equal fervency. You haven’t forgotten about his pleasure, not in the least, and how could you when he’s rock hard against your thigh? You’d like nothing more than to return the favor, and you have just the thing in mind. 

“Matty,” you whisper, pulling away from the kiss to cup his pretty face in your hands, “I know how much you like my tits. Do you think you’d like to… use them?” 

“Are you asking me to fuck your tits, sweetheart?” he grins breathlessly, his eyebrows shooting upwards with surprise.

You nod, chewing at your lip as you get flustered by your own suggestion. Matty groans lowly, his cock twitching in his baggy pants at your confirmation. He leans in, peppering little kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, and nose. 

“Shit, I think I’d love nothing more, actually. Can I really?” he asks between thankfully pressing his lips to your face.

“Yeah, please, want you to,” you smile, giggling at his pure excitement, wrapping your arms around his neck to toy with his hair. 

Giddily, he places one last kiss on the tip of your nose before getting up to undo his pants, fumbling with the zipper with how damn thrilled he is to get his hands on you. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears as anticipation blooms when he finally succeeds. Matty pushes them down his legs and flings them to the side, leaving him in just his briefs that leave nothing to the imagination. You swallow hard at the sight, the outline of his aching cock is clear beneath the dark fabric, damp spots of precum soaked into them near his tip. Clearly, he really enjoyed eating you out, and he’s not ashamed of it in the slightest. Slowly, he eases his thumbs under the elastic waistband, your eyes following the expanse of his V line, decorated with a colorful rose tattoo. Matty pulls his underwear the rest of the way down, knowing damn well that you’re going to like what you see. Heat rushes to your face, your thighs pressing together at how gorgeous he is, your reaction only heightening as he reaches to lazily stroke himself, hissing as he runs his thumb against the weeping tip to slick the surface of his shaft. He winks at you slyly, his ego sufficiently fluffed by the time he lets go of his cock to crawl over to you. He guides you down to your knees at the edge of the bed, him sitting before you with spread legs. Once he’s sure you’re comfortable, Matty flashes a little smile down at you, reaching to cup your cheek encouragingly. Your own smile wobbles with adoration as you lean in, letting his length rest between your tits before pushing them together, enveloping his cock. 

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it. Keep ‘em just like that, that’s my girl,” he praises, tossing his head back with how good your plush, full breasts feel around him.

He begins to buck his hips upward slowly, sighing out as you keep your tits pressed tightly between your hands, creating the perfect little space for him. Matty groans, watching as the tip of his cock drives between your perfect breasts, his precum spreading against your skin. He has to clench his fist hard into the sheets to prevent himself from bursting within the first fifteen seconds of glory, he’s going to make this last as long as he possibly can withstand. 

“How’s it feel that I’ve marked you for forever, hm? Hickeys fade, but these…” he pants, reaching to grab at one of your piercings, “these aren’t going anywhere, isn’t that right?” 

You whine as he pinches at the barbell, nodding at him dumbly while he talks.

“Mine,” he says pointedly, a wolfish grin spreading across his lips.

 The revelation of how he’s laid claim to you in a way no other lover ever can has your mind reeling as you begin to move in time with his thrusts, your tits bouncing with your combined efforts to get him off. Matty lets out a shuddering moan, running his thumb over your cheek as he goes faster now, snapping his hips up again and again, relentlessly chasing his high. 

“Dirty girl, lettin’ me use you like this, so good to me,” he murmurs through gritted teeth. 

He keeps going till he gets to the point where he can no longer stave off his orgasm, the view in front of him is simply too pornographic, he’s dying for relief. The bed creaks with Matty’s movements, his hips stuttering as he begins to lose his frankly impressive rhythm. He hisses out a string of curses, nearing his edge as he rakes his hand through his mohawk to keep it out of his eyes. The silver chain around his neck bounces against his chest with his body's rhythm.

“Getting close. You want me to finish all on your tits, angel? Paint those pretty piercings with my cum?” he asks, but he already knows the answer. 

You nod quickly, eyes wide and expectant. That’s all he needs to pull his dick out from between your breasts, hurriedly pumping himself with his lower lip caught between his teeth, moaning and shuddering as he fists his cock. Matty lets out one final, guttural sound as he spills across your chest, hot spurts of his milky cum adorning your skin. You gasp at how lewd it all is, feeling yourself getting soaked all over again as you take his release, all while he cups your face with juxtaposing sweetness.

“Fuuuuck, that was hot,” he drawls, letting go of his length to bend down and press a kiss to the top of your head, his nose buried in your hair as he breathes deeply.

When he sits back up, Matty reaches to gather some of the pearly ropes splayed across your chest on his fingers, holding them to your mouth. Obediently, you open, allowing his digits to press past your lips for you to clean. You swirl your tongue around his thick fingers with a whimper, sucking till every trace of his cum is down your throat. He hums, satisfied at your compliance as he withdraws them from your mouth, wiping your spit on his inner thigh. Then, Matty crooks his finger at you, motioning for you to get up off of your knees and come to him. You move without hesitation, standing to wrap your arms around him as he helps you straddle his waist. Both of your faces are flushed with a sheen of sweat, making you almost glow under the low light of your bedroom. Neither of you can remember the last time you felt so satisfied. He glances down at your breasts again, smirking like he’s admiring his masterpiece. 

“Now that’s a sight, innit?” he notes smugly. 

You just shove his shoulder playfully, which makes his bright laughter ring throughout the room, wrapping his arms around you for a tight embrace. He ruffles your hair gently, the both of you sharing a blissful come-down from the high. 

“You were so perfect,” he whispers, sounding a little in awe of you. 

“So were you,” you smile into his neck, running your fingers down his back, feeling each bone of his spine beneath his warm skin. 

You stay just like that for a bit longer, breathing each other in. Something about the intimacy of this moment tells you that this wasn’t just a one-time thing. Not with the way he holds you like he doesn’t want you to slip through his fingers. He runs his hands up your arms tenderly, leaning back to look you in the face before he speaks, making you ponder how long those sleepy-looking eyes might stay in your life. 

“Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?” 

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Tried to make the date lore accurate, bro loves to talk

While I don’t think there's more to the story, I could be convinced otherwise, perhaps! Either way, I'm sure there will be blurbs about him

Thank you so much for all the support with this fic, it was so so fun to write <3 <3 <3

[ericshoney]

Hate~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: Being a sister of famous YouTubers can be hard, especially with the hate that follows

Warnings: usual swearing, online hate, angst, mean comments/words, name calling,

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Bitch.

Slut.

Clout chaser.

Fake.

Fat.

Many more comments flooded your latest Instagram post. You saw a good few sweet comments, but they were quickly shadowed by the horrible hate. You knew having famous brothers would cause jealous fans to swarm you, but not to this extent.

Nick, Matt and Chris talked about the hate with you. How there would be horrible people out there who were jealous and rude, who wouldn't show their faces because they were just idiots. You tried really hard to ignore it, only posting on your public socials occasionally.

You were visiting your brothers in LA, having a break from school before your final year. You sat on the sofa, when Chris came running in.

"Hey kid, get your shoes on!" He exclaimed.

"Why?" You asked, already slipping your shoes on.

"We're going to get ice cream." He answered.

You nodded as Matt and Nick appeared from their rooms. You all then left, your focus on your comment section of your phone still.

"What are you looking at, sweetheart?" Nick asked as he sat next to you in the car.

"Just some comments." You answered simply, closing your phone.

"Don't focus on them, kid." Chris called from the front.

You nodded, but silently kept thinking. They had started to get worse, more rude and hateful comments seemed to flood your comment section and DMs. You tried to ignore them like your brothers said.

After the drive, you all arrived at the ice cream place. It wasn't too busy which made you feel better. You started to look at the different flavours across the menu. When it was your turn to order, you told Nick what you wanted, not feeling up to talking to the worker.

You then looked around the place, seeing some seats around. What you also saw were three teenage girls looking at you. They made it obvious they were looking back at you, whispering and pointing your way. You turned away, feeling uncomfortable, only for them to approach you.

"Here you go, petal." Matt said, passing you your ice cream, which you thanked him for.

"Hi, your the Sturniolo triplets, right." One of the girls called.

"Yeah that's us." Nick replied.

"Can we get a picture please?" A second asked.

The guys looked at you as you nodded, not wanting to stop them interacting with their fans. You stood to the side as they took some pictures with the three girls.

"Maybe lay off the ice cream." The third girl whispered to you.

"I'm sorry?" You called.

"I mean it's not doing your figure any good." She responded.

"You calling me fat?" You asked with a scoff.

"Yeah, what are you going to do about it?" She replied.

"Her, nothing. Us, something." Matt said.

He then took the phones from all three girls and deleted the pictures they took. You looked at him in shock as he gave the phones back.

"Next time, think about what you say. Our sister is perfect as she is, it doesn't help her with rude people like you getting involved and putting her down. If you got nothing good to say to people in person or online, don't fucking bother." Matt said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading you out the shop, Nick and Chris closely behind.

You all returned to the car, you were very quiet as you finished your ice cream. The guys finished theirs too as you sat in the car quietly.

"How long?" Matt asked.

"How long what?" You replied.

"How long as this been going on?" He replied.

"Oh...Maybe a month. It wasn't too bad at the start, just got worse the past month. I tried hard to ignore it, I swear." You admitted.

"Can I see your phone, kid?" Chris asked.

You nodded, knowing there was no point to hide anything. You passed your phone over, watching as Chris went onto your Insta, seeing all the rude, hateful and disrespectful comments on your posts and in your DMs. He sighed seeing them all.

"I'm sorry, I just tried to ignore it. I don't respond honestly. It's just not fun reading them all." You said.

"We're not mad at you, sweetheart." Matt said softly.

"Someone start a live on Instagram." Nick instructed.

Matt nodded and pulled out his phone, starting a live. You were confused slightly on why Nick suddenly wanted to do one now. You saw the fans flood in and the comments soon follow.

"Hey everyone, I know this is sudden but we have a very important subject to discuss. Chris show them the comments." Nick said.

Chris held up your phone, showing the comments the best he could. You then realised what it was about.

"This is our sister's Instagram comments. As you can see, most of them are sweet, but there are a good few that aren't. More of those hateful comments are rolling in and we're not fucking having it." Nick continued.

"If any of you out there think it's funny to leave a hate comment or DM, then one, your not a real fan and two, your just a horrible person. A lot of these comments come from an account that doesn't have anything on. Be a real person and grow the fuck up." He finished.

"This goes for in person too. We just met these three girls who wanted pictures but one was so fucking rude to Y/n that I deleted them. None of us are taking you saying shit that isn't true about our sister." Matt then said.

The live continued, the guys speaking about the topic and how they weren't going to accept anymore hate towards you or any of their other family or friends. You spoke up a bit, but let them have their talk.

When they wrapped up the live, Chris gave you your phone back, letting you see a lot of the comments gone. You smiled at the three of them.

"Thank you." You said.

"Anytime kid." Nick said, ruffling your hair.

[no-saints-around-here]

Quiet Afternoon

Yandere BFF Bonten Rindo & Bimbo!Reader

Masterlist

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a little nsfw spinoff from my BFF Rindo series, starting here, masterlist here! not necessary to read but it'll provide some context imo

tw: yandere, smut, dubcon, sexual assault, double pen, afab reader, dead dove do not eat

The muffled clap of skin meeting skin echoed through the opulently decorated bedroom, though calling the enormous space a bedroom was generously stretching the term to its limit. Tastefully decked out in dark-toned hardwoods and the occasional flourish of gold and silver, the priceless masterpieces that decorated the walls and corner of the room as if spoils of wars were barely visible in the dim light, polished frames and shined metal unable to shimmer in the dull ambient glow of the intricate chandelier that hung above the bed. Yet despite all the glitters and glamor that shared the space, it was only the four-poster bed that received any ounce of the spotlight - or more so you, ever so elegantly posed naked on your fours above less sparsely-dressed yet obviously fuming Rindo.

“What the fuck-” The words were hissed through gritted teeth as he harshly thursted himself upwards. “Did I say about talking to the others? Huh?!” You only huffed, unable to even catch your breath as strong arms simultaneously forced you backwards and onto him, his hips meeting the flesh of your buttocks with a wet slap as the Bonten executive plunged his entire length into you.

You, however, barely seemed to notice your self-proclaimed best friend’s foul mood as he pounded himself into you, the pleasure overwhelming any coherent thought that might have been left in that empty head of yours. Angelic voice that once could transfix and mesmerize crowds now reduced to mere huffing and wheezing, your doe-like eyes rolled backwards as he grinded his cock harshly against that one soft, spongy spot of your inner wall. Rindo was sure that the only thing keeping you up was his strength; the same strength that had kept you safe from the big bad world since you wore him down into friendship in childhood. But it was precisely this fact that had the well-feared mobster pissed off enough to tip his hand and break the sole unspoken rule he had held himself to for all these years to punish you.

Even after so long and what could be considered a forcibly short but successful stint as an idol, you still had barely a brain cell to share between both halves of your head, still couldn’t even follow a single simple instruction that he was sure he had drilled into you countless times. 

It was just a routine job, no more than a few hours to be spent apart from you. His orders were easy and direct as they always were when it came to you: forbidding you from leaving the room until he was back, to keep the door locked at all times, and to not breathe a word to any of the other Bonten members except in an absolute emergency. Straightforward enough, yet where did he find you upon his return from his exhausting mission? Not in your shared room, no; he found you instead mesmerized by Koko, that slick, stingy motherfucker trying to brainwash you into selling nudes. Convincing you that he, Rindo, your best friend in the entire world, wouldn’t mind in the slightest since there was money to be made, and that Koko had buyers - dedicated, obsessed and very, very wealthy fans still reeling from your sudden retirement from the industry - lined up that would shell out a bomb for just a mere teasing shot in your panties. 

Lies. You should know better than to think those honeyed words were nothing but lies. Because you were his and only his, and as your friend and sole protector, he would happily kill every last person who dared to lay such vulgar eyes on you.

“Why were you with Koko? What else did he say?” The younger of the Haitanis demanded, gloved grip tightening ever so slightly around your hips.

Despite the strong air-conditioning going at full blast and having done so for the past couple of hours, the prominent beads of sweat that clung to your forehead gleamed softly as if crystals clung to your skin as you panted, gasping to catch your next breath. A complete opposite from his own state. Rindo didn’t feel the slightest bit winded from this post-work workout despite being mostly clad in his combat outfit: the bulletproof vest paired with a simple black shirt and tie only missing a similarly colored pair of pants, with said clothing having long been stripped off and hurriedly discarded. Though more irritating was having to watch the dirt and grime and filthy blood of the outside world being rubbed off onto your bare skin - he’ll have to make sure that you got an extra thorough bath later. God only knows what kind of sickness you could catch.

You, however, remained unresponsive to Rindo’s demands except the occasional whuff and sharp exhale, lost in the pleasure rippling through your body from the valley between your legs. 

Finally pulling himself out from his spiraling thoughts, the Bonten executive paused in his movements, sharp violet eyes narrowing at your failure to respond as he left himself half submerged in your folds. “Are you even listening?” He snarled, accompanied with another strong thrust that earned him a throaty gasp from you before stopping once more.

Rindo’s only answer was your struggle against his hold in a vain attempt to regain the sudden loss of friction. “Ah-ahh Rin-rin,” you whined, pleaded, as you desperately tried to regain the momentum that sparked pleasure in your abdomen, though your attempt to grind against him was in vain. "I really tr-ied!"

He already did so much for you - the tattoo on the front of his neck that branded him as Bonten was all for you. Who better to protect you from rabid world who would tear you apart without hesitation than the largest criminal organization in Japan? All those tortured souls, those eyes that he stared straight into before ending their life, all the blood that stained his hands. Rindo did it to keep you safe, to keep you by his side. And this was how you repaid your best friend? “You didn’t try hard enough.”

Countless men he had killed who had tried to take you away, who had tried to steal away your heart, who had tried to get you to notice them. And countless more he will kill - strangers, Bonten employees, former fans. He would kill them all for you. But even now, Rindo couldn’t quite muster himself to get genuinely angry at you. Even after you betrayed his trust, it was pretty much what Rindo had expected - you had always been quite the airhead, which was why you depended on him, why he, your best friend, had to care for you and look after you.

He’ll punish you for this transgression all right, but not too much; the thought of you fearing him, leaving him, sent shivers down his spine. Just a little bit wouldn’t hurt to keep you in line.

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Sure, Ran might have been strolling down Executive Row with the precise intention of poking his nose into his younger brother’s business, especially after the juicy rumors swirling as to what went down a couple of hours earlier with Koko. Now clean and dressed in a fresh set of shirt and shorts, this part of Bonten HQ was predictably void of souls - no servant would dare be caught loitering where the bosses lived. But being able to hear your harmonious voice whining from the corridor for all to hear? Even he didn’t expect something so bold from Rindo, not when the latter had a custom-made soundproof bedroom door installed the day he moved in. And sure enough, the thick, heavy padded steel door was slightly ajar, an oddity in the otherwise lifeless hallway neatly lined with an alternating pattern of invaluable treasures and rightly shut doors - Rindo must have been in a mighty hurry if he failed to do something so routine.

The rare and untimely creak of the usually well-oiled door fortunately failed to draw any attention, Ran noted, and the full view of your naked backside mooning him from the entrance quickly made it clear what his dear brother was occupied with. He remembered you well not only from your shared childhood in the Haitani household, but more recently from your time on the stage, those captivating melodies that you belted out without a second thought roaring up to the front of his mind once more. No doubt he still hears them from time to time on the air, but having had the opportunity to listen to you in person once, it was clear why you had rocketed to stardom. But ah Rindo - he kept you close to his side all this time. Negotiating with Mikey just to let him have you, he was always so obsessed with you, baring his teeth at any of the other executives that dared to even glance your way, let alone allowing you anywhere close to rabid fans eager for a piece of you. He even hides his fucking gun from you. No wonder he forced you to retire from stardom.

For a moment, Ran stood watching the two of you from the doorway. Rindo was frustrated at whatever sin it was that you had committed, and this was his idea of a “punishment”, yet that baby boy nestled amidst the luxurious fabrics was still so obviously, painfully gentle. The way he was edging you so carefully, glancing up at your face every other second just to make sure you weren’t actually hurting, still giving you the occasional pump so that you weren’t left completely high and dry; what else was there to say? Ran was nowhere this kind even to his favorite private whores. The smell of sex filled every breath he took as the cool air leaked out from the bedroom and into the otherwise empty passage, before the man finally turned to gently close the door behind him, locking it shut. A smell he was no stranger to, and while he was sure Rindo would maybe be okay if it was just him, but he would definitely be pissed if any of the others ever saw you in your current state. Pissed enough to end them with a clean gunshot to the head probably, and Ran shuddered at the possibility of having to bail Rindo out from Mikey’s wrath.

A soft chime ringing out from an unseen clock was like the starting bell of a fight, and it was a smirk that pulled at Ran’s lips as he padded over to the centerpiece of the room. Time to make this little session a proper punishment - he did have a heart after all, and if it did help Rindo keep you more in line, then fantastic

Your self-proclaimed best friend only took note of the unwelcome intruder when the nightstand drawer was pulled open, and in an instance, that look of mock anger (Ran was certain it was all just a bluff) fell away into horror as their eyes met. “What the fuck-“ Rindo stammered, the gears in his head seemingly coming to a grinding halt. You at least had enough awareness left in you to let out an eep at the sudden introduction of another voice, though you quickly settled back down as Rindo’s arms tightened protectively around you; maybe you assumed that all this was Rindo’s idea? Ran wouldn’t be surprised - your airhead already relied so heavily on the other to guide you through life.

“You left the door open. So I invited myself in.” The older of the two helpfully supplemented, signature lazy grin plastered all over his face as he rummaged for a little before pulling out a small tube.

“Get out!”

“Aww Rin-Rin, why’re you being so mean?” Ran teased as he slid onto the plush bed, comfy blankets that usually swaddled you and your delicate skin puffing up under his bony self as the man made his way across the enormous mattress. “I’m just here to help.”

“Don’t you dare touch her,” swore Rindo, the previous anger that had melted away from his face just minutes ago flaring up once more, cheeks reddening as he glared down Ran. “I’ll fucking kill you, I swear.”

But the fighting words barely bothered the older Haitani, more than used to his brother’s all bark and no bite when it came to actually making a move in front of you. “You want to punish her, don’t ya?” Drawled Ran, as he finally reached you. You jumped when cold hands touched your cheeks, spreading them apart with a critical eye as if appreciating a feast. “Doesn’t seem like it with what you’re doing.” 

Ignoring the continuously growing threats that Rindo was growling at him from the bed, Ran instead busied himself making a show of squeezing out what was revealed to be lube from the small tube and generously coating his fingers. The shiny liquid seemingly glimmered under the light of the chandelier against the backdrop of your equally glittery skin, his anticipation of what was to come shortly quickly leading to a tent in his shorts. After all, desire for something was directly proportional to how off-limits it was, and you had been off-limits to him since Rindo first brought you home. He couldn’t wait. Casually pushed two slicked digits into your tight pucker, giving it a few lazy pumps in what seemed like an attempt to loosen and oil your bottom up for him, his impatience got the better of him, and the Bonten executive gave up all pretense. Hurriedly pushing down the band of his shirts and pulling out his already hard dick, you weren’t given a warning other than the light touch of his length as Ran lined himself up. 

Your eyes popped open the same time that his head was forced past your ring of muscles, and your nose scrunched, an unmistakable sign of the flaring pain from between your legs. And the struggles started right after as you made a valiant attempt to free yourself from Rindo’s arms, the beads of sweat that clung to your hair holding on for dear life as you tried to wriggle away. “Ri-Rin, it hurts…”

But Ran was already lost to the warm heaven he, like an explorer stumbling upon the entrance to nirvana, had discovered within your wriggling body.  “Oh- oh f-fuck,” was all the man could moan as his length sank in slowly and surely, the feeling of your newly opened bottom clutching and squeezing around his dick pure ecstasy, his mind almost liquid mush. Was this heaven what Rindo had been hiding from him all these years? Probably not, the executive floatingly mused to himself, as he pushed himself further inwards, given how deep in denial his younger brother was when it came to his relationship with you. 

Your backdoor was miles better than any whore he had taken, in a league of your own, and that was putting it lightly - the warmth of your insides around him, combined with your muffled pained whines almost enough for the older Haitani to cum instantly if he had an ounce lesser of self-control. Sex might not have been Rindo’s top priority for keeping you out of the public’s eye and away from the rest of the Bonten executives, but god it should be - Ran would have been happy to pay an unimaginable number of zeros just for access to you..

Even Rindo let out a deep throated groan at the additional friction, before he caught himself and bit it back. Yet it was clear that you were stretched beyond your limit, the double penetration visibly causing strain between your legs, your thighs spasming with effort as you bit down hard on your lips, tears welling in those doe eyes of yours.

Slender fingers reaching down to gingerly touch at where you and Rindo were joined, the light exploratory brushes of his fingertips only serve to intensify your discomfort, as judged from the whimper that escaped your lips. Ran whistled - if that was enough to hurt…. That too failed to stop the smugly grinning executive, the older Haitani never ceasing as he continued to force his way past muscles that failed to keep him out, until he finally bottomed out in you, his balls slapping with enough force to let out an audible squelch. A pause, a temporary mercy to let you adjust to his size alongside Rindo’s, but more for Ran to admire the new expression that tore at your face.

An agonized grimace, a bleed of blood that adorned your plush lips, the idol that captured hearts was lost in the sea of pain he was putting you through. There was something beautiful about it, Ran admitted, as he ran one hand through your sweat-drenched hair, teasingly tracing light patterns into your back - he doubt there were many people who had ever seen this side of you, and it was a privilege he would treasure. The lust came flooding back as your tears fell, and Ran couldn’t resist leaning over to press a kiss to the back of your head before straightening.

“Move Rindo,” Ran grunted, as he started to grind his cock against your walls, pulling out slightly before slamming himself back in. “Move, dammit.”

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“Fucking hell Ran, you’re hurting her!” In a bid to dislodge the other from you, the younger of the two had attempted to roll you over and under him, but the slightest nudge had you crying out at the extra stretch, and Rindo stopped. He wasn’t going to lie that he wasn’t enjoying the extra friction - he had never experienced anything close before - but you were and always will be his first priority. You crying was the last thing he wanted, and the guilt was welling at the base of his gut. What fresh new hell was he putting you through? 

Yet for all the nasty names his brain was yelling at him for not calling off this entire session, for not reaching under his pillow for his gun, Rindo couldn’t bring himself to pull out just yet. Against him knowing better than to continue, his hips began to thrust once more, and said gangster could only shove down the protesting best friend inside him.

He couldn’t tell when him and Ran had synced up, their thrusts falling into a pattern of one in, one out. The sheer friction generated was godly - the divine feeling of his cock rubbing up against another felt through the thin wall that separated your pussy from your ass as they were forced past each other. And as the seconds  - minutes, hours? Rindo had long lost track of time - your own cries of pain died down, you letting out tired whines and grunts as you laid spent on Rindo’s chest, the two brothers too busy hammering their hips against yours in a chase of pleasure to notice. All three of you toppled over that edge at the same time, Rindo letting out a strangled ‘fuck’ before like a tension coil finally allowed to release, his hot cum spurted deep into you as he shuddered against you. And nestled as far as he could push in your ass, Ran’s cock pulsed and shuddered as he too released his load into you. 

Around them, the sudden warmth seemed to trigger a response from you, your walls tightening around them as you came, though you barely twitched, your eyes already half-closed as you laid cuddled against Rindo, exhausted. Letting out a satisfied grunt, Ran finally pulled out of you, falling backwards to sit on the plush bed in a daze, the last dribble of cum drooling from the head of his softening dick. “That was- '' Said mafioso swallowed hard, unable to describe the feeling, though jumbled mind quickly latched on to the white cum starting to seep from both your holes. “Trying to get her pregnant?” 

Post-nut clarity hit Rindo like a truck, and the bliss plastered across his face evaporated, giving way to a dark, angry look. Reaching under his pillow, it was that telltale click as a familiar pistol was pulled from underneath the white covers. “That was you overstaying your welcome,” snarled Rindo, as he leveled the barrel straight at Ran. “Fuck. Off.”

Ran beat a hasty retreat, barely able to push his dick back into his shorts before he disappeared behind the heavy steel bedroom door, said door groaning as it was locked shut with a soft thud. 

Alone once more, the background whirl of the air-conditioning suddenly seemed so loud, the air blowing through unseen grates whistling as it drifted down from the high ceiling. The made-man turned his attention to you, violet eyes softening as he took in your fatigued form and your flushed cheeks. Stripping off his gloves, your best friend carefully rubbing his thumb over where hot tears had torn their way down your delicate skin, before chancing a glance between your legs. Ravaged would have been light - Rindo grimacing at the sight of your still panting pucker, red and inflamed from where it had been forced open. 

Sighing, the man bundled your naked form ever so gently into his arms, shifting his way off the bed and standing with a crack of his knees. You stirred, looking up at him with swollen eyes. “Rin rin?”

He hummed as he crossed the room towards your built-in bathroom. “What is it?” His voice was uncharacteristically gentle as it always was when it came to you, a 180 from the feared Bonten gunman who took lives with nay a blink.

“...” You yawned, snuggling into his chest, your eyes fluttering close once more. “Nothing.”

“Hey, no sleeping yet.” He nudged you. “Pee, shower, then doctor.”

“Doctor?”

Just to make sure you were alright down there, Rindo admitted to himself, the guilt that he had suppressed previously now back to eat away at his heart, but he said nothing more to you. He’ll make it up to you, he swore to himself. Somehow, someway. With a click, the yellow lights flicked on, illuminating the marble-floored spotless bathroom.

You piped up again as you caught your reflection in the mirror. “Koko said - Koko said if I made enough money,” you paused, interrupted by another yawn. “You could stop working.”

“I don’t need your fucking money, stupid.” Placing you down on the toilet, the purple-haired man flicked your forehead, rolling his eyes. And that was the truth. It didn’t matter - it had never mattered - what he had to do. All this was for you. All he needed was you.

[mncxbe]

can i request dazai x reader where the two end up getting side tracked on a mission and end up kissing and stuff the entire time . and reader is nervous because they know kunikida will KILL them if he found out but dazais just chill

oh my I absolutely loved writing this. Also I imagined dazai in that pretty suit he wore at the end of season 3. I hope it's what you were looking for♡ Enjoy

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𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ passionate kisses?

It was usual for Dazai to skip work or do the bare minimum. He's good at reading people and he can solve any case in only a few minutes so why bother putting in some extra effort when he can spend time with you instead?

That being said, when the time came for you two to go on a mission, he was more than prepared to slack off.

"Don't worry darling" he said in a playful tone "Let's just enjoy ourselves. After all we finally have privacy"

You were currently sitting at a table at the far end of the dim lit room. The beautifully ornated lampshades were casting dark shadows on the walls; the smell of tobacco filling the room. The restaurant was chic, quite elegant but secluded, exactly the place criminals choose to meet to discuss business.

A few days ago Kunikida received a tip from one of his informants: two underground organizations were planning to join forces in order to rob a bank and they would meet at that certain restaurant to discuss the details. Naturally, your job was to eavesdrop on their conversation and report everything back to Kunikida. Your superior even made a reservation for the table next to their and allowed you to buy a bottle of expensive wine to set the scene.

That said wine was now being poured in your glass by your boyfriend. "I really can't believe that Kunikida was this generous" he chuckled

"Well, it would be suspicious if we just stood here and did nothing"

"Good point darling"

The two of you clinked glasses just as your targets entered the room.

"Osamu, they're here" you spoke lowly. Your boyfriend nonchalantly looked over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the two men through the wooden shade that separated your tables.

"And now the party starts" He took another sip of his drink, resting his arm over your shoulders.

The targets ordered something and immediately began discussing their plan, not minding the fact that there were people around them; so it was quite easy for you to hear what they were saying. However, only a few minutes later, Dazai's fingers started ghosting over your thigh.

"Tell me, dear. Are you enjoying the wine?"

"Sshhh" you snapped at him "I'm trying to listen"

Your sudden outburst amused him, a sly smile making its way to his lips. "Why so serious, hon? Just relax a bit." He leaned in, cold lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your neck.

You tried to protest again but he wouldn't buy it. He could tell by the way your pulse incresed that you were as eager as him. You slowly batted your lashes as he tilted your chin to the side, exposing your neck even further. Dazai's lips were warm and wet against your skin, his occasional needy moans driving you crazy. You snapped out of it when his hand slid up your thigh. Your fingers instinctively wrapped around his wrist, pushing his hand away.

"Dazai, can we please focus? Kunikida is going to kill us if we mess this up and~"

He suddenly pressed his lips against yours, earning a muffled moan from you. His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, teeth nibbling at your lower lip. You felt your body get hotter with each second that passed; the taste of red wine on his lips shutting down your senses. Dazai's kisses always had this effect on you. As soon as his lips pressed against yours, all sounds became distorted, as if you were underwater and all you could do was melt into his embrace.

You kissed for a good number of minutes until you heard the men behind you yell.

"Oi, you two. Get a room for fuck's sake" they cursed. You suddenly became aware of the position you were in, your cheeks taking on a red tint.

"We're so sorry, sirs I~"

"Just shut it, woman" they spoke again before returning to their conversation.

"Assholes" you mumbled under your breath as you turned to face your boyfriend, who was grinning at you.

"See now, bella. Maybe you should be more quiet next time." You didn't find his remark amusing in the slightest, but all you did was pout as you tried to focus on what the targets were saying.

Unfortunately, the two men asked the waitress for the bill, threw a stack of money on the table and left. A sudden wave of despair took over you and you started panicking.

"Shit I didn't catch the time and place. I'm done, I'm so done. I'm gonna get fired"

"Bella, it's alright" Dazai said in a soothing voice, placing a hand on your shoulder "You're lucky you have such an amazing partner, you know? I have all the information we need here" he continued, gently patting his head with a finger.

You exhaled deeply and allowed yourself to rest in his comforting embrace. "Thanks, Osamu. You're amazing. But please, next time don't distract me like that"

"How about you don't let yourself be distracted, pretty girl?"

A scoff left your lips as you rolled your eyes. Your boyfriend chuckled and downed the last sips of wine. "And what now? The mission is done and we still have half a bottle left. It'd be a shame if it went to waste." His slender fingers caressed your thigh again, making you shiver in anticipation "How about we finish the rest at home?"

"Sounds wonderful, dear" you replied in a honeyed voice "But we have to write the report first"

He kissed you one more time, a soft peck that melted your heart "I believe that can wait 'till tomorrow morning, darling"

[isaacswhy]

dating bigt and nick hc? pretty please with s cherry on top

dating tanner & nick hcs :)

the silly and the (pretending to be) serious

as the pic may suggest, gym dates are something you are constantly invited to

although tanner does frequently just spend most of it fucking around and nick is just trying to get you guys to take it serious

they love taking you to new restaurants. if you came with them to japan you were going EVERYWHERE and eating everything

nick likes to ask you if his outfits are good while you sometimes have to make sure tanner doesn't go out dressed like a toddler

tanner does the dumbest shit and is like "omg babe babe take a picture of this" to you and nick is just shaking his head. like what is he doing

nick likes more serious photoshoots but tanner gets so excited and gush-y if you take a really good photo of him

you have so many of their clothes. sometimes they go to your room to take some back and end up wearing each other's hoodies

the vlogs go crazy. since you got together there's just been so many vlogs where it's nick, tanner, and you

if you're not really comfortable being on camera you become nick's cameraman, and it's just you filming nick and tanner's shenanigans

tanner made you his phone wallpaper day 1 and got SO upset when he noticed nick hadn't changed his yet

nick made his just a photo of you that he loved but now it's a photo of the three of you and your heart just melts

because the thing is. nick and tanner really do get along. they don't really get jealous of each other and the communication is great

like of course they squabble. you've seen nick throw a fit because tanner took the one gsupps shaker cup he wanted to use that day. but they get along really well

tanner is the most physically affectionate and clingy member of the group, while nick is one of the least. so expect many cuddles from tanner and many gifts from nick

both love quality time. although nick will just chill silently in your room while tanner just yaps the whole time

you better try to stay up to date on their anime because all conversations devolve into discussions and debates on it

both of them love to send you gym progress pics. random mirror photos and only sometimes with shirts on. enjoy

they both also love tattoos and would 100% get matching ones with you if you wanted to. also tanner shows you ones he wants and you have to keep him from putting crazy shit on himself

when they're out doing things/on a trip they always send you random videos doing the weirdest shit. there is no guessing what you will see

it's mostly tanner being either paid to do smth or going "should i do it??" while nick enables this/pays him

they're always trying to get you on the podcast as a guest

you are chat's only hope to get either of them to stream at a consistent rate. good luck soldier

so many late night cuddles with tanner in his bed. his room is so cozy with his lighting and everything

nick is much more into quiet time spent in bed together on your phones and then cuddling up when you decide it's time to sleep

tanner is much more verbally expressive of his love, he loves very loudly and everybody will know he loves you

but nick is much quieter and sweeter about it. cuddles up behind you at night and wraps his arms around your waist, mumbling 'i love you' into the back of your neck

tanner sometimes comes up with the goofiest pet names. very much a babe/baby/pookie bear guy.

nick likes babe. he will call you by your name most times. occasionally says baby. will cringe at tanner's pet names

the group chat between you 3 is interesting. many strange videos and pictures of them. occasional loving memes

they're too nervous to post the workout/progress pics in the gc so they send them to you privately

nick likes to send pics of the food he eats at cool restaurants and then tanner sends back his doordash fast food order

it's a lovely little dynamic

[pedropascalsx]

Kinktober - Day One: Mutual Masturbation.

Dave York x F! Reader.

Summary: Dave catches you.

Word Count: 569 (lol)

A/N: Kicking of Kinktober with some Dave York! Are we surprised? No. I hope you like this one. I’m hoping kinktober pulls me out of my writing rut. ❤️

Thank you to @absurdthirst for your amazing prompt list and for looking over this one for me and offering the best advice💙

His tongue dipped out, quickly wetting his lips as his eyes stayed focusing on you. Watching the way your fingers drew perfect little circles on your clit, and occasionally letting his eyes flicker up to focus on the way your tits moved up and down as your moans became breathier and you moved closer and closer to that delicious high.

Dave had caught you in the act moments before, not bothering to knock before he swiped the keycard he had made for your room. A smirk formed across his face, as you let his name slip from your lips, before realizing he was in the room.

“Filthy,” Dave mocked as he ripped you from your fantasy, the fantasy in which he had those extremely capable hands wrapped around your neck as he took exactly what he needed from a very enthusiastic you.

“Shit, Dave, I’m so sor—,” you began to splutter as you attempted to cover yourself with one of the pillows next to you.

“For what?” He asked, with a tut. “For thinking about me while playing with that pretty little pussy? Or for stopping just as it was getting… interesting.”

The mock pout he plastered across his face made you shiver, as he stood hands on his hips and the bottom of your bed.

“Move the goddamn pillow and finish what you started,” Dave ordered through clenched teeth, “Now.”

Silently you pushed away the pillow, staring at his face intently before spreading your legs and pressing two fingers to your clit that was pulsating with need.

“Slowly,” he hissed, as he pushed his jacket off his shoulders and loosened his tie. His hand came up to your knee and pushed your legs apart a little more before he reached down and freed his cock.

He met the gasp that fell from your lips with a chuckle as you took in the sight of your boss’ thick cock. Just looking at it alone made your pussy clench with need. Your teeth burrowed into your lip as he took himself in hand and started making languid strokes, every expert flick of his wrist making you more and more desperate to feel this man touch you. Anywhere.

“Move your hand away, let me see how wet you are,” he growled, as he kneeled down onto the bed, still stroking his cock as he moved closer to you. “Fuck. You’re ficking filthy, aren’t you?”

His name was the only thing you could say, as you moved your fingers back down and increased your pace. Watching the way his hand moved up and down his shaft as he filled your ears with filth that rolled off his tongue with ease.

“You’re going to cum, my filthy little girl,” he said, as he stroked himself a little faster, “Fuck. Do it.”

Your deft fingers circled with clit as fast as they could as you chanted his name like an oath, one word somehow filled with endless promises, and with a final whimper of his name, everything went black. Pleasure started pumping throughout your veins and your body twisted and convulsed in pleasure. The sound of his voice talking you through it, muffled but never stopping.

His spare hand was squeezing your thigh as you came down from your high, the other still furiously pumping his cock. He licked his lips once again before smirking and announcing, “We’re just getting started, my sweet girl.”

[pinkblosmx]

Cersei Having A Hopeless Romantic Secret Lover S/O Headcanons

A/N: I have watched all of GoT and it’s so clear that Cersei does not get the love she deserves (like actual unconditional love). Btw most of this is me projecting and just general headcanons really. Readers gender is not mentioned but reader is hinted at being Cersei’s handmaiden (if you squint). Also mentions of sex but not in detail.

Loving her for all that she is, you’re no idiot. You know Cersei is a terrible person yet you know that there is more to her than that.

You get Cersei a bouquet of flowers at least once a week (cause I don’t believe Cersei has been given a bouquet of flowers in her entire life). Most of the time it’s red roses but occasionally it’s lavenders or tulips. If Cersei has had a rougher week than usual you’ll get her a bouquet of all three. She won’t say it but it warms her heart even more so when you tell her the meaning behind the flowers you so carefully chose for her.

Cersei at first expecting you to take advantage of her but slowly realising that you would never betray her or hurt her in any way

When someone tries to dismiss you from the room Cersei orders you to stay and promptly tells the person not to order her servant (handmaiden) around (if it was anyone else she wouldn’t care but your presence for her is a secret comfort). The only exception to this is when Joffrey is king and dismisses you from his mother’s presence

Speaking of being away from Cersei, you’re sad when you have to leave her side to do your other duties and when you’re doing them you’re thinking about her the whole time.

Planning cute little tea/picnic dates. These tend to happen in the daytime not only to get Cersei away from the daily stresses she faces but also to allow you both to have quality time together away from prying eyes.

Always writing love letters or little notes to her and leaving them on a table or under her pillow after you clean her room. At first she didn’t keep them but now she keeps them in a box that she hides.

Candlelight dinners. These either take place in your chambers or Cersei’s private chambers (you’re friendly with quite a few knights and servants in the castle so you get a pass to sneak into her private chambers to surprise her). When she comes back into her room the room is lit with only candles, you’re sitting at the table, all dressed up, food prepared and most importantly you’ve already poured her a glass of wine. She of course takes the glass of wine first before giving you a kiss on the corner of your mouth with a smile on her lips, very pleased with how the rest of her evening is going to be.

You tend to kiss the back of her hand sometimes when you see her during the day after that you always compliment her even if you were the one to help her do her hair and pick out the dress she’s wearing that day. The best thing about it for Cersei is that you don’t care where or when you do it, you could do it during dinner, a dance or when it’s just the two of you, you’re not afraid to show your love for her even though it’s only subtly. It’s one of things she loves the most about you.

When you’re at dinner and sat next to her (which is always cause Cersei wants you near her for some comfort, fuck what everyone thinks) you hold her hand gently under the table. The only time you let go is when you or she has to actually eat (this excludes when it’s only you two having dinner together, when it’s just the two of you she’s relaxed mostly cause you’re alone and you don’t have to shy away from being affectionate towards her)

Laying together in Cersei’s bed with the doors closed, sometimes you just have peace being in each other’s arms in the silence of her room. This came about when you went to her chambers one night (like every other night to sex with her) but you could see that she was not in the mood that night and stopped her as she tried to take your clothes off, she questioned you about why you stopped and you replied that you only wanted to sleep with her if that is what she wanted which in that moment was not, that was the first surprise for her.

Nobody in a long time has put the way she feels first, people expect things from her without actually considering her or her feelings. The second surprise came when she went and sat on her bed fully expecting you to leave now that there was no promise of sex but instead you sat next to her and held her hand, telling her that if she wants you to stay you’d be more than happy just to lie next to her in bed or cuddle her.

It’s the first time you see disbelief in her eyes as she looks at you unsure if you actually mean it or are just saying that to try and seduce her later on, would you really stay with no promise of sex? She does want you to stay that she admits to herself. She takes a chance, one she hopes she won’t regret and tells you to lay with her. You can’t help but smile as you both get in bed and lay next to each other, you wish her a goodnight and go to sleep.

In the morning when Cersei woke you were nearly in the same position as you were last night, in your sleep you seemed to have moved closer to Cersei, snuggling into her. She already knew that you had kept your word and at that moment she knew she had to keep you.

Knowing the truth about her relationship with Jaime and coming to terms with it because of how much you love her (you don’t agree with it at all but the thought of losing Cersei hurts your heart)

Telling her you love her at random moments albeit in whispers when you’re not alone together

When there is a big event happening like a wedding you two barely get to be alone together this means hardly or no kissing throughout the day at all. So when Cersei excuses herself and orders you to follow her to a quiet and secluded spot where there’s only the two of you. You beg in a hushed tone for a kiss, you’ve been starved of her touch all day and are just desperate to just kiss her at this point, Cersei finds it cutely amusing that you’re begging just for a kiss.

Gently kissing her body and in between kisses telling her what you love about her when you’re making love to her. Honestly it’s the only time you can absolutely worship her and you treasure it.

Cuddling after sex and talking about getting married, you both know it’s not realistic but Cersei is allowed to indulge in one fantasy one where she knows she would be happy

Always reassuring her that you only want her as you know she’s possessive and gets jealous easily (she was not happy when Margaery first invited you to tea and you accepted but you reasoned with Cersei that you only did it not to appear rude and that you would rather be taking tea with her and will be thinking about her the whole time, that did calm her down)

Calling her your lioness and your queen

Giving her good morning and night kisses when you can (if you can’t you either give her two in the morning or two at night depending on when you couldn’t)

You’ve seen her when she is genuinely smiling and happy and because of that you’re the only one to call Cersei cute (and to her face too. Seriously you’re the only person to call Cersei Lannister cute, you’re the only one allowed to really)

Hugging Cersei from behind and gently kissing her shoulders when you’re alone. It’s a soft gentle act of affection that makes her smile and one nobody but you has done before. She has gladly admitted to you that she likes it when you do it and wears dresses that show her shoulders just for that purpose.

Being the one Cersei goes to for comfort or a shoulder to cry on, you know she does not show vulnerability easily but shows it to you because she trusts you completely. One of those times was when Tywin told her that he was marrying her off to Loras, she came to you soon after the meeting to tell you what happened, you listened and cuddled her.

Calling her your queen even after Margaery marries Tommen because she will always be your queen and honestly it feels wrong and doesn’t sound right to call her lady Cersei to you. Cersei appreciates it and a small smile graces her lips when you do so.

Sometimes when you’re asleep in her arms or next to her she looks at you and wonders not only why you fell in love with her in the first place but how did she get so lucky to have you come into her life and keep you after all the terrible shit she’s done. She’s never been one to love (except for her children) but you actually make her feel loved, in the way she always wanted and heard about when she was a naive child, honestly it kinda scares her because she feels love for you and if anyone knew they could use you against her and hurt you, that is what scares her, someone taking you away from her. Your love for her is pure and she doesn’t quite think she deserves it sometimes.

You and Cersei both knowing that you love her more than Jaime does but never saying it out loud.

[svtminji]

secret milan meetings

pairing. jeonghan x oc

word count. 874

date set. late-september 2023

warnings. foul language, pda 🤢, room service #i hate ordering it, fluff, alcholism #no graphic detail, do they smash..? #sexual undertones #late night talking more like late night pillow talking am i right guys..?

an. babe wake up new jeongmi drabble from svtminji on tumblr just dropped. what do you mean it’s been posted? i swear they just posted it

follow up instagram post. 9/27/23

headlines were all important when you’re in the entertainment industry, especially when you’re in a male-dominated group. mizuki always knew that and she had always managed to appear strong in the times she had to do solo activities. in a country without her members and her fiancé, not understanding or knowing the language spoken, and with fans everywhere, she could barely leave the country with a stable piece of mind.

having to leave her home country for a fashion week was pretty difficult as well, though having her members a few countries away, or hours, was easy enough to handle. mizuki would never admit it but she had some serious attachment issues with her members. she headed to her first place of comfort, her hotel room. the walk to her hotel room wasn’t far from the market place and she had her manager with her at all times, so it wasn’t much of a hassle. with the occasional fan-greeting and stopping by stores, her days were filled with fun. upon arriving at the hotel, she couldn’t help but look around the hotel stores placed inside of it.

“ah mizuki, we should start heading to the hotel room. it’s getting quite late and crowded, so it’s best for us to head back to safety.” her manager pulled her aside from the store, motioning towards the path.

“hm? oh right, we should start heading up. did you manage to get the hotel room key? i think i left it there since we were in a rush; though i should check my bag,” mizuki replied and scanned through her bag, “nope, didn’t pack it. i swear i did.”

the manager took one look at her conflicted state and smiled, “i have it, don’t worry. it’s been a heavy week so i took at chance on obtaining the key today.” the manager took it out of her pockets and used a swiping motion towards the female idol.

the female idol sighed. what would she really do without her manager? “thank you unnie~~ i’ll make sure to repay you with room service~~” mizuki said as she expressed her regards. though soon stopped with the sudden laughter of her manager. mizuki, not wanting to look like drunks, quickly rushed her and her manager into the elevator.

“sorry,” her manager muttered, “i just realized there’s a present for you at your hotel room. it was delivered by room service i believe.”

mizuki stared at the elevator numbers going up, what was the present? could it be something from prada or could it be food that her manager could have ordered before arriving? her thinking was cut short due to a small push. the female idol turned to her manager, who motioned to the open elevator door. the pair made their way towards mizuki’s hotel room in the dim-lighted hallway.

“they could have recorded the stanley hotel here.. it’s so fucking scary.”

“they could’ve if ‘stanley’ wasn’t in the name of the movie.”

room 407. they were here and mizuki placed her key card inside the hatch. the door beeped and the room was dark. she turned to her manager, “did you want to come in or are you not wanting that offer of room service?”

“oh don’t worry, i appreciate the offer but i think you’ll like this room service better.” her manager pointed to the empty room and turned on the lights.

in the room standing still was jeonghan. no sentences or thoughts were said or processed, only the word “jeonghan” came out of mizuki’s lips. like any cliché romantic movie, she ran up into his arms and hugged him tightly, to which he greatly accepted it.

“woah there, didn’t think you missed me that much, huh? bet you couldn’t live without me.” jeonghan told her as he brushed the messy hair from her face. the questions were answered with a slight pout from her face as she pulled away.

“of course i missed you. did you seriously think i wouldn’t miss my favorite person in the world? do you even take me seriously? actually, i think you do because why else would you want to book a flight to it-” mizuki replied to his questions with more questions but was soon cut short.

jeonghan knew if he stayed quiet for another ten seconds it would lead to nothingness and he did the best thing in that situation, a kiss. the kiss was short but it did manage to stop the rambling coming from mizuki. she sighed and muttered, “i really did miss you and i hope you know that.”

“i know, how about i make it up to you? we could order ro-”

the sudden cut-off from mizuki was another kiss. he was stuck in place and began to pout. “so now you decide to kiss me at the wrong time. i was actually thinking of ordering some italian cuisine.”

“ay amore mio, we know that we won’t order room service. let’s drink some vintage wine and have some late night talking.”

“wouldn’t we still have to order room service for the wine?”

“i bought some at some winery. i did some wine tasting and this was the best one.”

“well, i’m fine with any you like, mon amor.”

you guys are getting FED with the jeongmi content. this is actually just a jeongmi fan account. can you tell i want a jeonghan in my life.. this is actually jeongmi btw

svtminji est. 2023

[pells-beautiful-wife]

INNOCENT GAMES -zosan

NOT MY GIF!!!

Warnings: NSFW, smut, anal sex, blow job, spanking kink, semi public sex, Dom sanji, sub Zoro, begging?,

"OOH I got one!" Called luffy. "Zoro, kiss kill marry, nami ussop and..." luffy scanned the table for his last victim.

"Luffy if you say you've got one you need to give me all three at onc-"

"SANJI!" He called triumphantly.

Zoro spilt his sake everywhere.

"Idiot it's supposed to be hard, obviously he's going to kill me kiss ussop and marry nami!" Sanji tutted.

"Oh yeah," luffy deadpanned.

They remained in silence for a few moments before everyone looked to zoro.

"Right zoro?" Sanji frowned.

"Ah yeah, yeah I'd um," he blushed eyes focused on the ground.

"If you wouldn't do that then don't agree," Robin said.

"I'd uh, kill Ussop-"

"I think im catching the 'if one more person picks me to die im gonna actually die desease'!" Ussop deadpanned.

"OH NO!" cried chopper.

"SHUT UP!" the others whacked both their heads.

"Zoro, you were saying?" Nami encourages him.

"Oh, right, I'd um kill ussop, kiss- uh," he blushed again sweat dripping down his forehead. "Kiss N- you know what actually sanji was right I'd do what he said!" Zoro blew it off with an awkward laugh.

"Then why didnt you say that?" Luffy, ussop and chopper all said in unison.

"Cause," zoro shrugged.

"Luffy give me one!" Nami huffed.

"Hmmmmm, kiss marry kill, uuuuh," again he scanned the room for his next target. "Sanji, Robin aaaaannd Zoro."

Nami thought to herself for a second.

"Kiss, zoro, marry Robin and kill sanji," she smirked.

"You wound me my love," sanji clutched over his heart.

"Tch, I'm getting more sake," zoro tutted and headed up to the kitchen knowing he'd left a few bottles on the table.

"Perhaps I can change your mind with a snack?" Sanji winked at nami, at least it looked like a wink but after all you can only see one of sanjis eyes.

"Make me something sweet," nami ordered before waving him off.

"Anyhing for you Nami-san."

Once zoro reached the kitchen he sorted through the sake bottles. Some were empty others unopened.

He put aside the full ones as he continued sorting through them. Suddenly he felt hands ghost his hips.

He froze.

"Be honest, you were going to kiss nami marry me, right?" Came sanjis voice in his ear.

"I, uh, what? No I wasn't sh- shitty brows," zoro spluttered very aware of sanjis hands tracing the hem of his pants.

"Don't lie to me!" Sanjis hand left zoros waist to cup his chin brushing his thumb across zoros jaw line.

"Wasn't lying!" Zoro rolled his eyes, not that sanji could see.

"Oh yeah? What's this then?" Sanjis hand ghosted over the growing buldge in zoros pants.

Zoro mumbled something but it wasn't loud enough for sanji to hear.

"What was that?" Sanji said pulling zoro back against him.

"I said, fuck me, curly!" Zoro said loudly.

"Well if you say so!" Sanji grinned pushing zoro down onto the table and pinning his arms to his back with his left hand.

Sanji pulled zoros pants and boxers down letting them drop around zoros ankles, exposing his ass. Moaning at how exposed zoro was like this, blushing and flustered.

"You want it rough?'" Sanji stuck two of his fingers in zoros mouth making him suck them.

"Please!" Zoro moaned around sanjis fingers.

Removing his finger from zoros mouth sanji eased them into zoros ass. Zoro let out a small gasp at the sudden intrusion.

"Better prepare you all good then," sanji smirked leaving open mouthed kisses on zoros ass cheeks, slowly going further down until he licked a ring around zoros hole, making zoro clench and moan.

Zoro bit his lip trying to contain his pleasurable sounds whilst sanjis fingers scissored inside of him, his tongue slicking in and out occasionally.

Zoro clenched his thighs tight together, pleasure shooting through him.

Sanji lay his full weight on zoros back letting go of his arms he traced patterns on zoros thigh but it only made him clenched them harder.

"Come on don't be like that," sanji cooed. "Need to give me the whole package," he smiled mischievously pushing his knee between zoros legs and rubbing it along zoros cock making him moan loudly.

"Cook- ah I'm gonna- hnngh gonna cum!" Zoro panted.

"Then cum for me beautiful," sanji smirked.

And zoro did just that bitting his lip so he didn't cry out.

Sanji pulled his fingers out of zoros hole, running his thumb over the sensitive area.

"You think you can take my cock now?" He lined the tip up with zoros entrance.

"Please," zoro moaned in response.

Sanji kissed zoros neck briefly before slamming in to him, right to the hilt.

Zoro cried out and sanji muffled it with his mouth.

Zoro was amazed he could even take sanji, he was so big. He split zoro open almost painfully, but zoro like the pain sanji was giving him.

"You sound so good I could cum from just your voice," sanji said beginning to thrust into zoro.

Zoro moaned his hips rutting against the table his, already hard again, cock getting friction from it.

Sanjis thrusts were quick but they were deep. His cock brushed against that spot inside zoro that made him go crazy.

They were being so loud it was a wonder the crew hadn't heard them.

Zoro bit back another loud moan.

"Aw what happened to those delicious moans marimo do I not make you feel good? Do you want it harder?" Sanji whispered his lips touching zoros ear.

"Feels so- Aah- good but I- ungh- want it harder," zoro moaned.

"Beg!" Sanji instructed and zoro did.

"Please, cook please, fuck me till I can't think straight, I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow please give it to me give it all to me!' Zoro babbled.

"Good marimo!" He purred.

Sanji held zoros hips with both hands and brought them back to meet his hard thrusts.

Sanjis right hand crept across zoros stomach going lower, running slowly over his dick before resting on his balls, playing with them like a toy.

Zoro whimpered up at sanji tears creeping into his eyes.

Sanji lost the little self control he had.

Gripping zoros hips hard enough to bruise he slammed into him ferociously. Zoro cried out but neither of them cared. The pleasure consumed them.

The table creaked and rocked back and forth alarmingly with every thrust of sanjis hips.

Lewd wet noises joined the cacophony as more precum dribbled out into zoros hole.

"Ah- gonna cum!" Sanji panted. "Gonna fill you up so good!"

Zoro just moaned in response, his brain to focused on sanjis dick pumping in and out of his ass.

"f-UH-ck," sanji cried as he came in zoros ass. His eyes forced closed. Continuing to sloppily thrust in and out.

As sanji came down from his high the first thing he saw once his eyes opened was zoros fucked out body lying across the table, looking all delicious for him.

Panting sanji started thrusting harder.

His erection quickly returning, for the wet sounds filling the room.

Zoro groaned at the feeling of sanjis cum inside him, he himself on the brink of cumming a second time.

"You been so good for me," sanji said inbetween gasps for air. "Now keep that up and cum for me."

Zoro could feel himself closing but there was something missing he couldn't put his finger on, until he could.

"Co- AH- cook! Spank m- me! PLEASE!" He said through cries of pleasure.

"Anything for my slutty little marimo!" Sanjis hand was on zoros ass before he was finished talking.

Testing the waters he lightly slapped zoros cheek, not quite hard enough to hurt.

"Harder! Please!" This time sanji really spanked him, the sound echoing through the room, bouncing of the walls. "M- more!"

"Oh come now, where have your table manners gone? I might have to fuck them into you!"

"More p- please!" Zoro spluttered out.

"That's more like it!" Sanji kissed the spot behind zoros ear before bringing his hand across zoros ass again.

This time zoro cried out, a nasty red mark across his backside. Sanji carefully messaged the area, reveling in how zoros ass jiggled with every thrust of sanjis hips, it was almost enough to make him cum. Almost.

"Fuck, cook! Again!" Sanji was going to correct his manners until he saw the desperate look in zoros eyes.

So instead he thrust even harder into him and brought his hand down one last time. Zoro cried out, screaming in pleasure as he came.

As zoro came down from his euphoria sanji gently massaged the red raw area.

Once zoros breathing returned to normal sanji gently pulled out of zoros abused hole. But before zoro could utter a word, sanji spun him around picked him up and lay him flat on the table.

"Cook, I dont- I don't think I can take anymore!" Zoro moaned.

"Aw giving up so quickly? You'll never be world's greatest swordsman if you quit so soon," sanji smirked devilishly. "Just one more round?"

"I can't say no to you!" Zoro deadpanned lifting his shirt over his head, giving sanji free access to him.

Pulling zoros pants off completely sanji stepped foreward, spreading zoros legs wider to give him more room.

Sanji ran his hands up and down zoros chest pulling at his nipples, before his mouth connected with zoros flushed chest.

He sucked marks onto the other man, licking and biting his way to zoros right nipple.

Grinning wickedly sanji licked across zoros nipple before taking it between his lips and sucking gently, with teeth nipping at it.

Zoro was utterly taken aback at how this effected him, he moaned and whimpered, squirming and grinding beneath sanji. He was a mess below the chef as sanjis tongue swirled and teeth bit him.

Firm hands grasped zoros wiggling thighs stopping there movement temporarily, before guiding his legs around sanjis waist.

Zoro pulled sanji closer with his legs, both there hips rutting and grinding against eachother.

Sanji popped his mouth off of zoros sensitive nipple, his desire to taste him now immeasurable he trailed hot open mouthed kisses up zoros chest and neck. Finally connecting with zoros mouth.

They both moaned into the kiss their mouths working whilst their tongues danced.

Their hands roamed each others bodies freely as their tongues explored there mouths.

Sanji carefully lined his cock back up with zoros hole, shoving his tip inside.

Zoro gasped but it turned to a whimper as the cook slowly rolled his hips.

"You like that, don't you marimo," it was less of a question than a statement, but zoro still answered.

"Yeah."

"You'll like this more," sanji licked his lips before pulling out and taking a step back.

"No I don't like this more!" Zoro pouted. "Put it back in shitty brows!" Zoro reached out for him.

"Trust me," sanji said resting his head against zoros thigh. "This whole time, I've been ignoring you, let me fix that!"

Zoro frowned deeply, sanji dipped his head down and licked a stripe up the underside if zoros painful erection. Zoros head flew back and hit the table as his own moans vibrated through him. His hands scrabbling to grasp sanjis hair.

"See I told-" zoro bucked his hips upwards into sanjis open mouth.

"Less talking cook!" He panted and sanji obliged stretching his lips around zoros length. Taking him all the way, making him gag.

Zoro moaned the sound ricocheting off the walls.

Sanji swirled his tongue around zoros cock, his hands griping the base, zoros dick being too big for sanji to fit in his mouth.

Hollowing out his cheeks sanji slowly bumped his head up and down.

Zoros grip on his hair tightening as sanji swirled his tongue.

Whimpers escaped zoros mouth and sanji groaned, the sound reverberating through zoro.

"fuck, ah," Zoro gasped.

rutting his hips upwards making sanji gag.

this only encouraged sanji making him take Zoro deeper.

"cook I'm gonna cum, fuck!" Zoro panted as he thrust upwards into sanjis mouth.

sanji just moaned sending a vibration through zoros cock.

"fuck sanji I'm cumming fuck Ah!" Zoro came sending his cum down sanjis throat which he gagged on but still happily drunk.

Once zoros high had ended sanji pulled off of him with a pop.

"you just called me sanji."

"so- so what?" Zoro blushed and avoided sanjis eyes.

"you never call me that."

"well?" Zoro asked

"well what?

" well did you like it?"

There was a pause and Zoro couldn't tell if sanji was thinking or if he was stunned.

Sanji answered him by pulling him towards him and kissing him breathless.

"we should probably get cleaned up the others will miss us, Zoro."

[danddymaro]

A sweetheart | Leone Abbacchio x reader

idek. 

Based on the most mundane parts of The golden wind boy’s daily activates. 

No angst

Word Count: 2742

A sweetheart

The day has gone by normally, which didn’t bother you too much. 

Most of the gang was all gathered at Libeccio, the reserved table you sat in attended to with the utmost dedication as a form of gratitude offered by the owner, moreso to Bucciarati himself than anyone else.

Everyone is there, all aside from your leader who had informed you he had to take care of a matter before you left for your upcoming assignment. 

So you had time to sit down and enjoy the moment with your friends.

Narancia and Fugo are huddled close, going over a new handwritten assignment the blonde had taken the time to create.

 Mista sits to one of your sides. 

He occasionally listens, a bored look to his face as he calmly eats his favorite dish, though finding it lacking since it’s the same thing he orders every time he goes.

Abbacchio sits to your other side, his cheek pressed against his knuckles as he enjoys the personal concerto his headphones provide. 

- Nothing interesting happens until a pencil snaps.

It’s all tranquil until Fugo erupts, his voice obnoxiously loud as he glares down at Narancia who challenges him back, making you grimace. 

You can feel a cold sweat of embarrassment coat you, and you just hope no one has to come back and remind you that this is a respected establishment and not some dingy back ally.

The two men on your either side each have their own reactions. 

Reluctantly, Leone pulls the left side of his headphones back, listening while Mista seems just a bit more enthusiastic. 

After all, he’s getting dinner and a show, and he seems grateful for the entertainment.

“Dibs on Fugo,” Guido says quickly, nearly stumbling over his words, making Leone grumble, “ I guess I’ll take Narancia,” He says, having no other option.

“What are you betting on this time,” you tiredly ask, your expression lightly soured. 

Mista keeps his eyes on the two across while he speaks, “ We’re betting on who’s gonna lose their cool first and swing,” he says. 

“You’re kidding right?” you ask with wonder. “ Once Fugo snaps, he’s defiantly striking first,” you say, looking at Abbacchio. 

“- And you think Narancia is the one to go with?” you say with a raised brow, making Leone huff. 

“Only other option was taken,” he says annoyed. 

Meanwhile, the other two continue to bicker.  

Fugo stands first, looking down at Narancia with a violent gaze that unexpectantly melts. 

As quickly as it heated, it suddenly turned cold, just as his voice, 

“I don’t even know why I bother with you,” he then said, surprising everyone with how collected he seems. 

“-You Idiot,” he huffs “You’re a lost cause-” and Narancia has nothing to say. 

Instead, he stays quiet, looking up at Fugo with wide eyes that soon dash away, which is yet another surprise to all of you.

“Whatever...” he says back, not knowing anything else better to say.

The blonde then shakes his head, stalking away and leaving the room filled with a thick tension that felt suffocating.

“That was new....” Mista said while releasing a low whistle, scratching his cheek.

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.

"What a fucking idiot," Leone grumbled, the insult making Narancia's shoulders sink, the snapped pencil in his hand held tightly after he took hold of it again, and as you suspected he was left sensitive over the argument.

It takes a lot to quiet him down, that’s for sure, and when he did it was serious.

"Abbacchio," you started, disappointment in your tone as you eyed him. 

You were ready to stand and go to Narancia to comfort him when Leone stood from his seat instead, his hands in his pockets as he released a low, tired sigh that made it seem like it took everything out of him to rise.

As he came to Narancia's side he spoke, " Not him, I mean Fugo." he clarified, surprising both Narancia and you. 

"Of course, he knows what he's doing," There was no question about it. 

"He's a genius...so The way he's explaining it to you makes sense to him, but not you right?" The long-haired male asked as he loomed over Narancia.

At that, Narancia nodded, "yeah..I swear Abbacchio, I'm really trying this time," he says while craning his head back to look at the other male.

 Granted he messed around, but not then.

He’d managed to learn his multiplication tables, and had advanced quite a bit, moving on to a bit of the harder parts where new formulas were involved.

"But I don't think Fugo believes that," he added, dejected.

"Well, That's what happens when you fuck around so much," Leone responded his words tarty, understanding how the other man could get so frustrated.

"Still..." he then added because he didn’t entirely with the way fugo chose to express it.

"Make sure to take notes this time, And if you're lost ask because I'm only giving you this one chance," he warned as he started, his finger skimming over the first question. 

His voice was firm, clear, yet somehow... soft as he verbalized a walkthrough of the steps needed.

You listened as Abbacchio went through the material with Narancia, and if you were being honest, there was something endearing about it.  

- maybe even sexy.

'he's a good tutor...' you mused, your eyes drawn to him, the entire time forgetting about your food.

You were stuck in a trance, one that broke once you heard Narancia's elated voice break through the tranquil atmosphere. 

"No way!" he said as he looked down at his answer, his eye shining as he saw Abbacchio's pleased smile. 

"it makes sense!" he cheered.

"You did good," Leone then praised before he decided to move back, "If you get lost just look back at your notes," he recommended as he traveled back to his former seat beside you.

He brushes shoulders with Mista as the dark haired male stands before the dessert cart, eyeing it with a pout as he considers what would be a good dessert.

- He’d lost interest the second he heard math.

Throughout the move, you couldn't help but stare, perhaps too intensely.

‘Big meanie did something nice...’ you inwardly mused with a tiny, suppressed giggle.

"And just What are you laughing at?" Abbacchio grumbles while he takes his seat again, his stare narrowed as he challenges your gaze. 

It doesn't scare you in any way as the hint of bitterness is so obviously a mask to hide how flustered he is.

"Me?" you huff, trying not to smile any harder, especially as out of the corner of your eye you see Narancia continue to look down at the sheet before him, scribbling down his new answers.  

A triumphant look is worn in place of his usual, pensive one that more often than not morphs into exasperation.

At the sight, warmth fills your chest and it’s a wonderful feeling.

"-Nothing," you finally say while  the spongy sweet before you is delicately picked at with consideration to what will be your first bite. 

"nothing at all," you add as you finally find the right start, slowly dipping your fork into your little dessert. 

"I just thought it was cute..." you casually admitted while continuing to look down at your treat, missing the immediate flourish of color that filled his face. 

Before he can find something to say fugo returns, his expression softened from the previous agitated one he'd sported, "Hey....Narancia," he softly murmured as he walked in. 

He seemed sheepish, moreso regretful and you supposed a 40 minute break would do that to anyone.

"About what I said..." he added, "I'm...sorry," he said while taking a seat next to the older male. 

"I didn't mean it ; you actually have a lot of potential." he complimented, taking back his earlier comment. 

“especially for someone with such a limited amount of education... In fact, I have to admit you've improved in every other subject. " he insisted, and the praise had the dark-haired boy's entire demeanor perk.

“ It says a lot that we’re working on this now,” he further adds. 

"Y-You mean it Fugo?" Narancia asked, his voice touched with excitement that someone as smart as Pannacotta had praised his intellect - something that had never happened before. 

There was a reason why he hadn't been too concerned about dropping out of school in the first place. Amongst many other things, it frustrated him when he didn't understand much, and he had no trouble letting go of that headache.

"Of course I do, That's why I get so annoyed," the blonde spoke, "I know you can do it, and it seems like we’re both falling short of our capabilities,” he expressed. 

“ I'm just sorry it gets the best out of me," he said before looking down at the sheet Narancia had been working on. 

"Anyways, lets ke-" his words fell short as he picked up the practice work, then the notebook on its side where new notes had been added. 

New handwriting decorates the page, and it catches his eye. 

His violet eyes brightened as he skimmed over the pages, and even as they were directed back to his friend, "Narancia, you did this?" he said with an obvious swell of awe as he finds himself going over each new answer.

"I sure did," the teen said with a sure nod, briefly turning back to the eldest male that sat with them, " Abbacchio helped me with it. He broke it down for me just a bit more," he elaborated. 

“He gave me different examples too,”

"You're kidding..." Fugo breathed as he looked at Leone, his face melting into true gratefulness. 

" I didn't know mathematics was a strong suit for you," he said, amazed at the notes that showed a full comprehension. It was one thing to get the answers right, it was another to show such detailed work in more ways than one.

- enough to dumb it down so much.

 Abbacchio softly sighed, "- I was top of my class too..." he revealed.

It's not like he expected anyone to know since he's never mentioned it, but even then he always assumed everyone else would catch on that he wasn't just some  idiot.

 "An overachiever," he added with a bit of embarrassment, not mentioning how much of a dork he really had been.

"And every now and then I had to tutor some idiot after class," he recalled.  

"so...You could've been a teacher, or had gotten some other lame job, " Narancia pointed out, "- like at some boring bank," he snickered,  making Abbacchio chuckle. 

The number of times his mother had tried to talk him into working in finances had, had him weary.

"I could have..." Leone started, "But I wanted to do something else with my life," he admitted while looking down at nothing. 

"I thought I..." he couldn't finish, his lips pursing as he thought about how he'd messed up. 

He shook his head of the incoming thoughts before he leaned back on his seat, "Anyways, don't get used to it," he said while glaring at the two other males, his tone changing in just a second.

"I'm not here to babysit anyone, or hold anyone's hand," he grumbled, his tarty words flying over Fugo and Narancia's heads as they simply grinned, realizing that no matter what he said, at the end of the day, he'd helped out. 

"so you got the hang of it?" Pannacotta then asked Nararancia. 

"Yeah, yeah," he responded, waving him off and continuing with what was left of the worksheet.

Meanwhile, you stand, making your way toward the dessert cart. Instantly, you eye the vibrant red that sits over a coat of creamy frosting.

'perfect,' you think as you reach for it, beating Mista as he finally decides what to get. 

"Hey!" his complaint is ignored as you make your way over to your seat, but not without a stop.

As Abbacchio continues to listen to his music again, he has his eyes closed, drowning in the sound before he feels a tap on his shoulder. To accompany it is a familiar scent of perfume that gently tickles his nose, and instantly perks his chin up. 

A warm body brushes him, and without any other indication, he knows the presence, reacting to it with the most subtle hint of warmth. 

 Upon opening his eyes, he's greeted with the sight of a dessert being served, and as he turns slightly he sees you reaching over him from behind.

As you begin to retreat, he sees your smile and much more the darling twinkle in your eye that has him in awe.

The question in his gaze is too easy to read, and to give him some ease you linger close, your voice both coy and secretive, 

"That's for being a sweetheart," you say as you decide to pull back, walking passed your seat with the intention of leaving.

Perhaps you wouldn't have had the boldness if you weren't sure you were moments from leaving, already having someone waiting for you. 

You had noticed the new arrival just a minute before, letting you know it was time to go.

Bucciaratti stands at the doorway with his arms crossed, leaning against the arch, looking over with amusement as he watches your interaction with the other man. 

And while to everyone else at the table, you seemed to saunter away with all of the confidence of the world, Bruno could see the absolute fluster that consumed you, making him turn away with a little snicker. 

You seem almost dazed as you reach him, and he softly tuts.

 " I see you’re enjoying yourself," he comments, giving you space to walk out first, choosing the gentlemanly route of following behind. 

"Enjoying what," you say while battling a smile, trying to look cool and unaffected. 

"Teasing him so much," the dark-haired male says with a huff, briefly looking back to find Leone being shaken by mista as he takes the man's shoulders in his hands, moving him back and forth with an animated way of speaking. 

- and while Bruno can't really hear what he's saying, he just knows he's praising him. 

It all happens as Fugo and Narancia laugh, pointing at the elder male's face that blooms red.

You just know that the others are messing with him, and A flash of guilt hits you before it morphs into delight. 

"you don't know all of the things he does to me," you say while shaking your head. 

Abbacchio plays with subtle cruelty like he enjoys watching your stomach knot and your mouth dry in response to him. 

- Just recalling makes you feel less guilty.

,

,

Leone's face is practically glowing, the smile that stretches over his face unbelievably exaggerated as he continues to come closer. He's so distracted he doesn't notice that Bruno is on the opposite end of the hallway, forced to come to a halt before they bump into each other. 

"Well this is a surprise," Bruno mutters with a raised brow. " you're in a good mood," he teases while taking a step back to admire his friend's jovial mood. 

"If I'd have to guess, I'd say it has something to do with the message I just received," he remarks, going as far as to bring it out of his pocket. 

"Bucciarati, he's such a jerk," he reads your message out loud, briefly bringing his eyes back up to the man who continues to smile. 

"You,  I assume," he said with certainty, and it makes Leone smirk. 

"What can I say," he proceeds to say, the way his entire face is glowing proof that whatever just happened between the two of you had left the man with plenty to think of.

"- She looks so damn cute sometimes..." Abbacchio mutters moreso to himself, as though it's all the justification he needs.

Bruno can’t help but let his shoulders fall with a touch of disappointment. 

It’s not that he didn’t approve of their relationship, but he did find it a tad frustrating that the two chose to keep playing such mindless games with each other rather than just mature and admit their feelings.

"I think I have an idea, " Bruno replied, not feeling so bad for the other man after all,  considering all the times he’s gotten the best out of you. 

“Anyways...” he starts, moving forward and explaining to you your destination.

 You listen attentively, hoping you’ll come back sooner than expected.

[whumppmuhw]

Whumptober Day 15: Muzzle, transformation

tw: muzzle, forced servitude, conditioned whumpee, torture mention

... "I fucking hate you! I don't want to work for you anymore! Get off of me, you son of a bitch!" Whumpee yelled out as Whumper tackled him to the ground. Whumpee was kicking and flailing, and Whumper found it hard to hold him still, even for a second, especially one handed. Whumpee tried his best to fight his oppressor, but weeks of tiring labor and malnutrition on Whumpee's end gave Whumper the upper hand. Whumper used one hand to hold Whumpee's head to the ground, and with the other he put on the muzzle he had someone make for Whumpee. He used that hand to keep the muzzle on and keep Whumpee's head down, then picked up the other to reach into his pocket and pull out a small key. Whumper locked the muzzle around Whumpee's head, and the fight was over. Once Whumpee heard the click of the lock, he knew he was beat. His voice was his best weapon, and now he couldn't even open his mouth fully. He was a turtle laying on its shell with no one to tip him over; utterly defeated. Whumper sat up, panting. Once he caught his breath, he spoke. "That oughta keep you silent." Whumper stood up and dusted off his clothes. "Servants don't need to talk anyway. Maybe now you'll stop being so damn defiant." Whumpee was sick of doing Whumper's labor and playing his games. He would do anything to get out of this place, but there were no windows to tell him where he was and Whumper would always lock doors when they weren't being used; escape was not an option. Whumpee sat up, slouching, mood dampened by the newest development. He could breathe just fine, but without his snappy insults and clever comebacks, his fire was bottled up. All of his rage, all of his hurt, was now trapped with no outlet and Whumpee felt awful. ... (Two months later) Whumpee's fire was dying out. Two months with the muzzle, which only came off for a quick meal or drink of water. Now, Whumpee rarely used and could barely recognize his own voice; he only ever spoke in whispers, used to not speaking at all. The only voice Whumpee ever consistently heard now was Whumper's, and he was starting to hate it. The only exceptions being Whumpee's occasional whispers and Whumper's guests - Whumpee locked away in some other room forbidden to make noise as he strove to hear anything of the world outside Whumper's place - before the muzzle was back on or the short visits were over. Whumpee, now more restricted in his freedom of expression than ever, couldn't really resist Whumper's orders, so he had given in. Sure, escape sounded nice, but it wasn't going to happen; just a fantasy. Whumpee had grown used to the physical demands of the work, and Whumper had been a bit less harsh with Whumpee's newfound silent obedience. Whumper was loving it. He no longer had to put up with Whumpee's fiery words, and once that was gone, the rest of Whumpee followed. It had been a rather quick transformation from loud and defiant to silent and submissive, and the only thing Whumper loved more than a functional servant was seeing Whumpee defeated, day after day. Even when Whumpee had his muzzle off, he wouldn't say anything out of line. Whumper had made lots of progress with his conditioning and Whumpee didn't feel like trying to defy Whumper anymore. While punishments were few nowadays, Whumper still enjoyed torture, and while it felt like hell, Whumpee didn't struggle like he used to and had gotten use to the routine. Soon, this was Whumpee's life, his rebellious self as distant as him from the false hope as freedom. Whumpee had given up, a shell of who he used to be.

[idledreams4]

Unsweetened Lemonade- Chapter 1

Fandom: The Walking Dead (Tv Universe)

Relationship: Carl/Negan

Warning(s): Canon typical violence, swearing

Description: In order to save Alexandria, and convince Rick to stop his war against the Saviors: Carl decides to join them. He proposes the idea to Negan, believing the only way he can make his father stand down is if he's changed sides.

Word Count: 2.1k

Read it on Ao3 here

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 [tba]

Carl hadn't seen the approaching walkers as he climbed down to open the gate. He hadn't fully expected Negan to hear him out, but, since he had, Carl was only focused on getting out of Alexandria before Rick could get back. He had just barely gotten the gate open when he noticed the first walker, and pulled his knife out to brain it. Another came from the side and grabbed his arm. While he was trying to fight it off, Negan got the gates open enough to slip inside. There was a dark blur, Carl felt blood spray on his face, and he stumbled backwards as the grip on his arm loosened, causing him to trip and fall back

“You're welcome.” Negan grinned and offered Carl a hand to stand up, “come on kid, we've been through this before. Just take my damn hand.” The grin on Negan’s lips made Carl's stomach churn and it quickly became impossible for him to hold eye-contact. He dropped his gaze to the dirt, looking dejected as he took the leather-clad hand outstretched toward him. “Lighten up, if all goes well you just saved all your little friends.” Negan hesitated, looking at the burning buildings all around, the flames reaching up into the starless sky, and the thick black smoke starting to burn the lungs of anyone still above ground. “Look… I never did want this. You know that. You wouldn't have taken my hand if you didn't. I really hope your old man comes to his senses. For your sake if nothing else” 

“If this doesn't make him see reason, nothing will…” Carl sighed reluctantly “Let's just… let's go. Before I change my mind.” 

The drive back to the sanctuary was quiet, and tense. Negan stole the occasional glance at Carl, who was gazing out the passenger window, lost in his own head. Negan figured it best not to push him too hard. Not tonight. He had just walked away from his home, his family, his friends. Everything he'd come to know and love. Something Negan was all too familiar with. The kid was tough as shit, that was for damn sure. Not many 16 year olds could give up what Carl did for a slim chance at peace. Admittedly, Negan didn't have a whole lot of hope for this plan, but he kept his doubts to himself. If Carl really thought his old man would choose him over a vendetta, Negan was willing to give it a shot. It was definitely easier than executing more Alexandrians. He'd have to wipe the community out completely if things kept going down that road, which was far less than ideal. They were hard workers, at first at least, and if things had just continued that way they would have easily made a good, comfortable, life for themselves.

At last Negan pulled through the Sanctuary gates, a couple of saviors waiting to shut them behind the caravan. There was a heavy silence once Negan parked the truck he and Carl were occupying. He knew he would have to be the one to break it, but he let Carl have another moment before giving his shoulder a light squeeze to get his attention 

“Come on. Let's get you some food and then I'll show you to your room. And I don't want any complaints, alright? You've had a long, stressful day, and I'm sure you're gonna be homesick as fucking hell, but I'll be damned if I let you pull that fucking refusal to eat bullshit. Understand?” 

“Yeah. Fine, whatever” Carl wouldn't look at Negan as he took off his seatbelt and slipped out of the truck. 

“You came here of your own free will, in fact you came up with a whole plan that I am only entertaining because I like you. I know you've got shit on your mind, but it won't kill ya to at least act like you want to be here” Negan made sure to grab Lucille before leaving the truck himself and guiding Carl toward the nearest entrance to the sanctuary

“I don't want to be here. Not really. I just don't want to have to see anyone else die because of this stupid war” he shrugged Negan’s hand off his shoulder, walking a few steps ahead so that he couldn't grab it again. Unfortunately, Negan’s pity had its limits. He stuck his bat out in front of Carl, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Tough. Shit.” Negan pushes Carl against the wall, Lucille not-quite pressed against his chest, but hovering there as a threat. He wants the kid’s full attention, and since sympathy wasn’t getting that from him, he had to use force. “I’m going to remind you of this only once, so listen the fuck up. You’re a guest here. I didn’t have to bring you back here with me, fuck I could have let those corpses eat you for dinner. But I didn’t. Why? Because I don’t want to lose any more of my people to this goddamn war. I didn’t want a war in the first fucking place. If you really think you can make your dad see reason by joining me I am happy to take that fucking chance. But do not act like you are the only one who’s lost something. You wanna be fucking pissed at me, fine, but that means that this will not work and I will happily turn around right now and take you back to Alexandria if that’s how you wanna behave. But you know as well as I do that if you're there, nothing changes, so then Rick will still only listen to you about as well as he has so far, which helps nobody. I’m not telling you to smile, or sing me a song, or even take those bandages off. But I do expect some fucking respect, or I’m shutting this whole damn operation down. Do I make myself crystal fucking clear?”

“Yeah. I get it. Now would you put that thing away?” Carl glares up at Negan and pushes the bat off his chest. He knows better than to try and push Negan off himself again, but he wants the bat as far away as Negan will let it get.

“Still feisty I see” Negan backs off “good. Now, back to the matter at hand. You have a favorite food? Maybe something you didn’t usually get in Alexandria? Something you’ve been craving since the shit hit the fan? I can’t promise we have it, but we do have a hell of a lot more than what was in your sorry excuse for a pantry back home I can tell you that much”

“I’m not picky… but I guess something fresh would be nice.” Negan nodded “Alright. Fresh I can do. We’ve got all kinds of fruit and vegetables, none of it canned. Some fresh meat too, though I’m guessing you don’t have near enough of an appetite for a whole meal. You’re probably just waiting to sleep so you can wake up tomorrow thinking this was just a nasty nightmare. Unfortunately that last bit isn’t true. But come on, you don’t get to sleep until I know you’ve eaten something.” He motions for Carl to follow him deeper into the sanctuary. Carl already knows they’re headed back to the factory floor. 

Most of the people in the sanctuary are asleep at this point, leaving it eerily quiet. It was so incredibly different from the last time Carl was here. All the noise coming from the factory floor, and even some of the scattered rooms, had stopped. To break the silence Negan whistled a simple tune as they walked. When they reached the factory floor there was none of the theatrics Carl had witnessed previously, and to his surprise they didn’t even stop there. They walked right by. Negan led him past the factory floor and down another hallway, stopping a few doors in. He opened the door for Carl to look inside, it was clearly a storage room but with how sparse the shelves were Carl figured it was far from the only one. 

“Have a look around and take your pick. We’ve got apples, pears, nectarines even, some berries more towards the back there.” Negan watched as the boy looked over the various baskets along the shelves, eventually settling on a nectarine. “Good choice. Probably been a while since you had anything like that.” 

“Yeah I guess. Can we go now? I'm really tired Negan…” it wasn't entirely a lie. He was tired, but he was mostly just uncomfortable and wanted to be alone for a while. Negan could see right through it, but wasn't going to comment.

“Of course,” Negan motioned for him to follow, “once you told us you wanted to come back with us I told Dwight to prepare a room for you as soon as we got here, it should be done by now. As a precaution it is closer to mine than most of the Saviors’, but I'm sure you can understand. You're going to be a security risk for the first little bit until I know you've settled in. We can talk about moving you closer to the others in a few weeks, though you're probably going to want to stay closer to me than them.” 

“...because?” He tilted his head

“For the most part: the men and women I take in are genuinely good people. You don't have to take my word for that, you'll see it yourself in your time with us. But that doesn't mean I don't also take in a few unsavory characters. Usually they all follow the rules, and stay in line. But every now and then someone will step out of line, and you saw what happens to them last time you were here. Contrary to what I have a lot of these folks believing though, I don't have eyes everywhere. I know things slip through the cracks, usually small things, but given what I've had to punish men for… point is: you're going to want to keep your wits about you if I'm not on-sight and you don't have one of my lieutenants in your direct line of sight.” 

“Why take those people in at all? Doesn't it just make your job harder?”

“Who any of these people were before is none of my business, nothing from before matters. This is a whole new world, kid. The slate's been wiped clean. The old laws and rules don't apply now, a new order is needed. The way I see it: Anyone who's survived this long has just as much right to keep going as you or I. We've all done things we didn't like, maybe some we regret, it's why we're still breathing. But those unpleasant things don't have to happen when you're part of a community. Here there's safety, and certainty. Anyone who's willing to behave like a decent human being is more than welcome here.” Negan could see the look on Carl's face “Never thought of it that way, did you? I know you think I'm a monster, but I'm really hoping you come to see the Saviors, and myself, a little differently. I didn't call this place a sanctuary for no reason, and the Saviors earned their name, that wasn't just pretension”

They walked the rest of the way in a more comfortable silence, allowing Carl time to consider Negan’s words. When he thought Negan wasn't looking he also started on the nectarine he grabbed. It was a little underripe, but still sweet and juicy. 

“Alright kid, this is you. Now it's not quite as nice as my room, but I'm sure it's one hell of a step up from your place back in Alexandria.” he opened the door and indicated for Carl to follow, “you've got electricity, but I'm going to ask you to keep the light Off when you're not in the room. Bathroom is through that door on the right, the showers do have hot water but try not to use too much. I doubt you'll do much cooking, but the stove works if you want it. And there should be bottled water and a few cans of soda in the fridge. If D was feeling nice you might even have a chocolate bar or two in there. If you need anything… you remember where my room is? and how to get to the factory floor?”

“Uh.. yeah, your room is just down the hall and I can find the way back to the factory floor.” Negan nodded and flashed Carl a genuine smile

“Good. Now get some rest. Tomorrow we'll find you some other clothes and I'll introduce you to the rest of the team.” 

“Negan-” Carl stopped him just as he was about to leave and shut the door, causing him to pause “thank you…” 

Without responding, Negan shut the door, “Don't thank me yet, kid,” he muttered as he walked away, heading to his own room for a drink and some shut-eye.

[itscatchyouintherye]

You lose some, you win some [ReaderxGeneralHux]

Ren tries to humiliate Hux in front of you by revealing an embarrassing detail. It gives you an idea Ren did not intend and Hux did not dare to dream of.

The bridge is busy, lots of shouting, lots of rushing. You do your best to stay calm and somehow manage ten lines of communication at once. It feels like you’re barely blinking while you basically attack the screen in front of you with command after command. You don’t lift your head for most of the time and only acknowledge information shouted your way with a nod or occasionally a thumbs up if it came from across the room.

You’re second in command on the bridge, after General Hux. Well, if you count Snoke and Ren, maybe fourth? That also does not account for Phasma…First Order ranks are obscure. Practically, it means, either way, that when Hux isn’t here, you’re the one who oversees the bridge. You would also argue that you’re doing a lot more than overseeing. Other than the aloof General, you are actually hands on. Which is what earned you the respect of the other officers – sometimes to Hux’ annoyance, because even when he is on the bridge, officers tend to talk to you first anyway.

Ren, on the other hand, finds it amusing. He does not explicitly appreciate you, but he also never has thrown you against a wall…or questioned your standing. To put it differently: he values your commitment that has the welcome side effect of pissing Hux off by proxy.

It made it ever more puzzling to him when he realized that you were not disrespecting Hux but flirting with him. Well, what started at teasing, turned into flirting. Because your body’s reaction to Hux shooting you an exasperated look made you realize that you like nothing more than for him to be worked up because of you.

Hux realized that recently as well and plays into it, you are sure of it. For him, what started as being agitated turned into being aroused. At least that’s what his flushed cheeks and Ren’s eyerolls insinuated.

Even though it was something you are excited to achieve, you don’t really know how to handle it. Hux and you are now more or less openly flirting with each other, but don’t talk outside of work at all or ever were alone with each other.

Today, Ren gives you the final push when he obviously intended the absolute opposite to happen.

It happens when you finally look up from your screen after what surely has to be at least two hours. You do so, because Hux approaches to tell you: “They found the outpost.”

You turn to him: “Thank fuck.”

“Language.”

“My apologies, General.”

The corners of his mouth twitch.

Before either of you can say anything else, Ren comes storming in.

“Why wasn’t I informed?!”

Irritated, Hux looks at him: “Weren’t you chasing that sand rat?”

“Careful.” Ren walks right up to him. They stare each other down. You enjoy the tension for a long moment before you defuse it by telling him: “We just got the confirmation, Sir. Noone is to approach before you give the order or fly there yourself.”

Surprisingly, he barely seems to register your words.

Instead, he keeps his eyes on Hux. Then they dart to you for a second and back to the General whose face suddenly contorts in discomfort.

“Out…of my head, Ren!”

“What are you so desperately trying to hide? A little inappropriate dream or…oh my!” He starts to grin.

“Don’t you dare!” Hux points at him.

“Would you please tell me what’s going on?” You throw your hands up, irritated that they engage in this pissing contest instead of focusing on the mission.

“Gladly.” Ren smiles brightly and turns to you.

“Ren!” Hux’ warning has absolutely no effect on him, and he goes on: “The General hasn’t made any advances because…how do I put it?”

“Ren!” Hux shouts, now sounding actually desperate.

“He is seriously worried an encounter would end…prematurely.”

You mouth falls open.

Aghast, Hux stares at Ren. And then terrified at you.

The three of you stand in silence for a long, very long, moment. Ren clearly relishing it. Hux obviously loathing it. You, however, have a picture in your head so explicit and obscene that it makes you flinch.

Satisfied with the situation he created, Ren gives you a nod and then simply leaves for the hangar.

“I-, I-“ Hux looks at you, back on the floor, and back at you. “Please excuse me.” He says and basically sprints to the exit of the bridge.

You have to blink several times until the realization catches up to you, leaving you flabbergasted.

“Good gods.” You whisper shout at no one in particular.

Shaking your head, trying to get rid of the phantasy this information evoked, you turn back to your screen.

“Everything alright, Lieutenant?” An officer calls from the next workstation.

You honestly don’t know how to answer that and simply give him a tightlipped smile before telling him: “Make sure that Ren doesn’t go rogue but has some fighters accompanying him.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

You stare at the requests piling up on your virtual desk. Some of them, you would have to talk to Hux about. Well, you planned on asking him about as soon as he arrived on the bridge…

You cannot, you simply cannot shake the idea that popped into your head. Even after your shift, or rather especially then, you think about it. About Hux under you. About him desperately panting, trying his best to hold it off, really trying…but it’s just too much for him, and-

After pacing for exactly one minute, you grab your datapad and request Hux to come to your quarters. You considered showing up at his, but this way it leaves him the dignity of coming over on his own accord. He could ignore it. He could just delete the request and see you tomorrow on the bridge, put his stern face back on and pretend that nothing happened.

To your delight, however, he arrives at your quarters shortly thereafter.

You take a deep breath and let the door slide open. Visibly nervous, Hux stands right on the other side, having a hard time to look you in the eyes.

You gesture for him to come in and he walks past you. You notice how tightly he has his hands clutched behind his back.

After you locked the door, he speaks up: “Listen-“

“Is it true? What Ren said.” You interrupt.

Hux’ lets out a choked noise and averts eye contact once again.

Somewhat nervous yourself, you walk up to him. You give him another second to compose himself and maybe come up with a lie, but he doesn’t.

Not touching him, you lean in and murmur: “It is, isn’t it?”

Hux shivers. You smile to yourself and lean even closer. So close that he can feel your breath when you add: “Tell me. I’d like to know.”

“Why?” His voice is barely a whisper, and he has to clear his throat. “Why would you want to know that? To humiliate me? To have something to-“

You kiss the side of his neck. Your lips just barely ghosting over his skin. Hux gulps. Slowly, you trail kisses up to his jaw. When you’re close to his lips, you lean back to tell him: “Because it turns me on, that’s why.”

His eyes widen in disbelieve: “What?”

“I think you heard me just fine.”

“I…what?” He sounds like his brain just short-circuited.

You purse your lips, waiting for him to process what you told him. To actually react.

Hands suddenly clasping your face, he does. With a groan, he smashes his lips onto yours.

You breathe out a surprised oh! and then kiss him back.

Letting your hands wander all over Hux, you pry his mouth open to push your tongue into his mouth. He welcomes it with another groan and pulls you closer, flush against his body.

“Stars…fuck…” He mumbles between kisses, making you restless in his arms.

Panting, you tell him: “Bedroom is that way.” As you walk him in that direction. More than willingly, he follows your lead.

As soon as you have him sat on your bed, you start to open his jacket and urge him to strip. His uniform pants, however, you make him keep on by grabbing his hand when he goes for his belt.

Confused, he looks at you.

“Ever since…all I could think about the rest of the day is…” You bite your bottom lip and take off your top instead of finishing your sentence.

Hux drags his eyes over your chest, lingering on your bra.

Without further ado, you straddle him, immediately feeling his hard-on press against your crotch. He inhales sharply at the added pressure and claws into your hips. Grinding down on him, you put your hand on the side of his face and kiss him deeply. He bucks up into you, and you sigh at his dick rubbing against your clit through your pants.

You reach down and palm his dick as you bite his bottom lip. He moans and scratches down your back before grabbing your tits. You squeeze his dick, making him curse loudly.

“Language.” You whisper with a smirk.

“Fuck off.” Hux replies and kisses you greedily.

You open your mouth and let him take charge of the kiss, tilting your head the way he moves it gently by grabbing your chin.

When you find the tip of his dick pressing against the fabric and run your thumb over it, he inhales sharply. “I- do you actually want-“ He stammers, making sounds more delicious than you could have ever daydreamed.

“Yes.” You tell him, widely turned on and surely drenching wet.

“Good gods…” He breathes out and moves his hips to meet the strokes of your hand.

While he bites into the soft skin of your chest to muffle his moans, you go back to grinding down on him, dragging your clothed cunt over his twitching shaft. It offers you at least a little relief and you cannot help but let out one or two moans yourself.

“Shit…I-please…” He looks up at you. “I can’t, I have to, please…”

“Go on.” You murmur and move your hips faster as you snake your arms around him, resting one hand on the back of his neck to keep him close, devouring him with hungry kisses.

“Fuck…” Now he bites into your bottom lip, quite hard.

Then he tenses and grunts and stop thrusting up against you.

You roll your hips a few more times before you still and lean your cheek against his temple while he catches his breath.

Then you scoot back a bit so that you can look down and see the wet spot in his pants. It makes you clench around nothing, intoxicated by what just happened.

Leaning his forehead against your chest, Hux lets out a chuckle. You smile and run your fingers through his hair.

“This is certainly one way to be intimate for the first time.” He tells you.

After a pause, he leans back to be able to look at you. His eyes are glazed over and his pupils still wide. You smile at him and press another gentle kiss to his lips.

“I cannot wait for Ren to see this the next time he probes into my brain.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“I mean, no! Not like that! I just mean that now…”

You laugh and stroke his cheek: “It’s fine. But don’t let him see what we’ll do the rest of the night.”

“You want me to stay over?”

“You want to leave?”

“No! Of course not, I-“

“Armitage Hux…it is confusingly arousing when you’re stumbling over your words.”

“Really?” “Oh yeah.”

“I can certainly keep that up.” He kisses your neck and then adds: “I really need to take off my pants now though.”

“Speaking of. How do you plan on getting back to your quarters tomorrow? Walk the base with cum-stained pants?”

Hux grins: “Looks like I will have to stay forever.”

“How terrible!”

He pushes you over and lays down on top of you, his hand wandering towards your crotch.

“Truly an awful fate.”

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kyle ‘gaz’ garrick - lending a hand

a fevered daydream i had while on a particularly achey monthly dip into satans spawn pool and realized that my choco cookies were expired :( anyways, you can imagine for yourself whether reader and kyle are in a relationship or simply friends helping friends out :)

content includes: gender neutral to an extent, blood, the barest mention of period sex, maybe a typo or two

periods are always a pain. even on a good month, when your cramps don’t appear, levels of soreness are low and you’re freshly stocked with period snacks. and this month isn’t as bad as it could be but still a pain. you’re stuffed in a cozy fall sweater, fighting the cold air and the occasional hot flash. snuggled up in a throw blanket on your couch while kyle sits next to you.

your favorite cartoon on which kyle insisted you didn’t need to turn off on his account. you’re enjoying the re-run, laughing and rolling your eyes as if it’s your first time watching this episode. you’re in the middle of giggling when another cramp strikes, a sharp twist of discomfort low in your tummy.

you let out a breath, trying to get through the pain until it subsides. fist clutching your blanket in your spot. kyle looks over to you, eyes immediately filled with concern. he shifts closer to you, hand resting on yours.

“you alright there, love?” you can hear the concern pressed in his voice but don’t reply until the pain is finally gone. you let out another breath, first unclenching as you look over at him.

“‘m fine. just a cramp.” his concern look doesn’t drop as he moves his large hand up to move a few stray strands out of your face.

“you should’ve told me before i came over. i would’ve brought you some snacks and nelson.” nelson being the stuffed bear you won at a fair together some months ago. he flip flops between your apartments like a child of divorce, the poor bear. the thought makes you let out a pained groan.

“don’t say that, now i’m mad. i’ve been craving chocolate and these cramps fucking hurt. and don’t get me started on my damn hips and thighs and back. so damn sore.” you start grumbling, an annoyed look on your face. lips pouting as you think of the ice cream and crackers you could be eating right now.

“i can order some for delivery, we’ve got all day.”

you let out a sigh at his words, frustration growing a bit. “i mean you can but it won’t be here for a whole hour. and i’m legit seconds from crying for some ice cream. and chips. and- oh i’m just doing it to myself now.” he lets out a laugh at your turmoil, that pretty smile of his blooming on his face. you just glare over at him.

he pulls you close to place a peck on your forehead before pulling out his phone. your eyes shifting back to the television screen in time to monologue along with the characters on screen during a scene you love. only paying attention to him again when he wraps his arm around your tummy, applying gentle pressure and lifting the fat of it up to relieve some of the pressure. you let out a sigh at the action, feeling lighter.

he brings his phone up to show you the screen and you see he’s been adding your favorite snacks and drinks to a cart as well as some stuff for him. including a stuffed bear which makes you snort. you nod your head and thank him as he orders it. a few more minutes of idling watching your show until the episode ends.

“alright, pretty. up you get.” you groan at him and look up in confusion as he moves off the couch to stand in front of you. his toned arms stretched out to help you up which you take even if you’d rather be a couch potato right now. “what do you want, garrick?”

he places his hand over his heart with a bright smile on his face. “‘lemme lend you a hand, love. c’mon. to your bedroom.” you let him lead you to your bedroom and gently sit you on your bed. watch as he goes about your room, grabbing your candle lighter and your favorite oils. “lavender or rosehip?” he asks you.

and then he’s helping you out of your sweater. you don’t have it in you to be overly embarrassed, you’d seen each other in less before. namely that one trip up the coast with the rest of the gang to a cabin. you all going skinny dipping and laughing in the warm water under the moonlight.

with the candles lit he turns off the bedroom lights and sets to work. warming oil on his palms before starting on your shoulders. his large, slightly calloused hands adding a delicious pressure to your muscles. you can’t help the moans of approval that slip past your lips.

more spilling as those deft fingers and hands continue to massage over new aches in your body. you could fall asleep like this, with him kneading your skin like dough. and as his hands reach your lower back you find yourself cursing in how good it feels. “mmm kyle- you’re definitely giving me massages more often.” he just chuckles and replies, “only if you make these pretty noises for me, yeah?”

he asks you if you want him to continue, needing permission before he strips you from your sweats. he shushes and placates your worries by slipping a towel under you. you don’t say anything when his fingers graze your tits during the action. just enjoy the feeling of his hands finding your skin again. massaging your ankles, calfs, your thighs.

you have to ignore the pleasure that drums up. the wetness you’re sure is growing between your thighs. and kyle doesn’t seem to mind the possibility of blood, letting his hands work steadily higher and higher up your thighs. you bite your lip, turning your head so you can peer up at him.

his eyes moving from your ass to your face. and there’s that adorable, dimpled smile. it should be illegal for anyone, let alone a man, to look so fucking attractive when smiling. if his slicked up hands that we’re dangerously close to your core weren’t enough to get you wet, that smile definitely is. and he knows it, you can tell by the glint in his eye.

you shiver and turn your head back so you don’t have to see the smile. a shame but you’re trying to control your hormones running through you. that’s when another cramp hits and you let out a pained noise, fingers gripping your duvet. kyle helps lift your hips up and then he’s putting pressure again on your lower abdomen. it feels good, his slick fingers helping alleviate the cramps.

when it’s gone he keeps massaging it for a bit before going back to his previous task.

the massage lasts for some time. kyle taking his precious time to warm up the oil between big palms before moving on to another section of your body. you let out an indignant noise when the next spot happens to be your ass.

“i’m being thorough, you deserve the best massage, pretty. if you’re worried about the stains i can always slip these underwear of yours off.”

and fuck, why’d he have to act so nonchalant about it. his hand already slipping your underwear to one side, kneading the flesh between warm fingers. you relent and lift your hips to help him pull the fabric away. thankful for the towel even more now that you were bare on the bed.

he doesn’t waste anytime, going right into massaging your ass. and if his fingers accidentally graze your puffy cunt, well it was just an accident pretty, he’s sorry. never-mind that when you turn your head again you can clearly see the erection he’s got. your eyes drifting up to his and his hand slipping to graze your cunt again. you let out a sigh, closing your eyes and letting him finish his massage. letting him feel you up, not minding the blood, to his content.

already slipping back into a slumber like state again when he asks if you’ve ever gotten head on your cycle.

possibly, most likely a p2 w just smut and ending fluff