#and the ability to HIDE a hand sliding between your thighs . . .

[wri0thesley]

all of my favs are good at fingering because i have a bias and think that's one of the sexiest of carnal acts btw

[txt-trash]

⋅˚₊‧ secretly dating TXT ‧₊˚ ⋅

3.2k words. headcannon. boyfriend!txt x fem!reader, nondescriptive smut scenes. light jealousy. friends to lovers. mentions of phone sex, mutual masturbation, oral sex, riding

ᯓ★ YEONJUN

He’s real cheeky about it, always has a little smirk on his face when you step into the room and he’s so sure no one knows what’s going on but he’s also so obvious about it. Even if they don’t think you’re dating, they definitely think there’s feelings there.

Yeonjun is always the type to try and impress you too, has to show off how good he is at things and makes sure you’re watching when he does.

Anytime you go out with them, he’s going to make sure you’re by him or if you split off into groups he’s going to be with you. Every now and then he tries to hold your hand and has to remind himself to chill out until he sees Beomgyu or someone take your attention then suddenly he’s snatching you away with some excuse.

“We’re gonna go get drinks,” Yeonjun says as he practically drags you away from Kai who had been trying to take a selfie with you, “Who wants something?”

“I’ll come wi—“

“We don’t need everyone, the line’s already long,” he argues, making sure to pull you behind him, “We’ll be quick.”

“Could you make it any more obvious?” You ask him once the two of you are far enough from the others. He smirked, interlacing your fingers together, “I can if you want me too.”

If it isn’t obvious yet, Yeonjun is not good at keeping it a secret. He is confident in his ability to keep it on the low until he gets in too good of a mood, then all he wants to do is put his hands on you.

Especially when you go out for drinks and you’re wearing one of his favorite outfits dancing to some song you like and swaying your hips with just the right amount of rhythm that he feels hypnotized.

Usually, he’ll have to distract himself talking with the others but after one too many drinks, he’ll make his way toward you and push away whoever you’re dancing with so you can focus on him and him alone, hands playfully tracing the curve of your hips, sliding under the hem of your shirt and smirking when you push his hand away.

By the time you call it a night, it’s hard to keep your boyfriend off you and you end up barely making it past the door of your apartment when he’s already pushing you up against the wall with his mouth on yours.

He likes taking his time with you, he swears, but something he gets a little too eager. It’s difficult ‘keeping it a secret’ and sometimes all he wants to do is get down on his knees and show you how much he appreciates you.

He has one of your legs thrown over his shoulders, teasing your inner thighs with soft bites that make your breath hitch.

“Don’t be a tease,” you tried to sound playful but it was hard when you felt breathless from the way he pinched your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you needed him the most.

“Oh, like how you weren’t being a tease in front of everyone?” He asked, kissing your clit softly, earning a light moan to fall from your lips.

“Not on purpose,” you sighed, head back against the wall as you closed your eyes to soak in the feeling of his tongue between your wet folds. Yeonjun knew exactly what to do with your body. Maybe it’s because you started off as friends, learned everything it was about each other that when it came to getting intimate, it didn’t take long for him to know what to do to make you moan his name.

And he loved the sound of your voice when you moaned for him so lovingly. His tongue does wonders between your legs and when paired with his long fingers, you can’t help but let yourself fall for him harder every time.

ᯓ★ SOOBIN

Nervous boyf to the core. We know he likes to joke around with TXT and technically speaking you are their friend but when you start dating Soobin…

Oh it’s like a schoolboy crush he’s got to hide. He used to be just as playful with you as before but now he’s scared to get too close because what if he kisses you? Oh my goodness, how would he hold himself back if he gets too close?

Sometimes when you’re around everyone he’ll sit down next to you and spread his legs a little further so that nobody else can squeeze in between you and he’ll make sure that his leg touches yours. If he’s feeling extra bold he might put his hand on your thigh, squeeze it a little and try to cover up his teasing by doing the same to Taehyun or Kai under pretense of joking around.

But let’s not forget about jealous boyfriend Soobin.

“No, Y/n, this is a serious question,” Yeonjun reached for your hand and gave it a tight squeeze, “Who do you think is hotter? Me or Soobin.”

You made the mistake of jokingly saying, ‘You’ thinking Soobin would obviously know you’re only saying it to make Yeonjun feel better but boy were you wrong.

He was upset, visibly upset to the point that when you looked over at him, he would give you a side eye and look away. Everyone noticed it too and found it damn near comical that he was so bothered by it but of course they didn’t know why. He didn’t even talk to you about it till later that night.

“I was joking, Binnie,” you clung to him from behind, “Of course I think you’re so much better looking than anyone but if I said you, everyone would think somethings up. They already think I favorite yo—“

“As you should! I’m your boyfriend, you should favorite me,” He would argue with a cute pout.

He's never an angry type of jealous, usually he gets pouty and thinks about it for days which in turn leaves you wanting to prove to him how much you prefer him over anyone else.

“Jagi,” Soobin had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep his voice down but it was getting hard—well, he was, “Everyone is w-waiting for us.”

“So?” You asked, kissing down his chest as you pushed his shirt up and without being told to, he held it up with the hem between his teeth. He even lifted his hips to help you pull his jeans down, “I’ve missed you.”

Your hand teased his growing bulge, palming his erection over his briefs as you got more comfortable in the backseat of his car. The parking garage was dark and almost empty but he still looked out the windows nervously.

You were supposed to be meeting your friends for a game night and he had told them all he was going to pick you up since you were ‘on the way’ to the dorms, but in reality he needed a little more time with you alone. He just didn’t think that meant you’d ask him to meet you in the backseat so you could show him how much you missed him with your lips around his cock.

And what was he supposed to do when they texted him asking where you were? Was he supposed to tell them that he was moaning your name while hiding down in the parking garage? His hands in your hair, head thrown back with pleasure and abs tightening every time he took a deep breath.

“So good,” he sighed blissfully, eyes threatening to fall shut when your tongue traced the vein that traveled down his length, “Don’t wanna go see them anymore.”

“We have to,” you released him from your mouth, stroking him teasingly, “Or else they’ll get suspicious.”

And by the time you made it upstairs, Soobin couldn’t bother to care about the complaints from everyone about your tardiness. Not when it was taking everything in him not to just pull you into his lap and kiss you for everyone to see.

ᯓ★ BEOMGYU

He’s probably the only member who’s actually good at hiding the fact that he’s dating you.

He jokes with you the same way he jokes with everyone else so no one would ever know that when he touches you under the table, he likes to tease too.

They don’t know that when he says he’s going to play an arcade and sneaks away from the dorm, he’s actually going over to your place when no one’s around and hanging out with you.

In all honesty, he’s probably the best ‘friends to lovers’ of them all. You’re his best friend and have been for a while so when the two of you started dating, it just became like an added perk.

Not only does he get to game with you and crack jokes but now he gets to kiss you and make you feel good too.

It’s great, seriously, and the only downside to it is how serious he comes off to you. Sometimes you struggle to remember he's more than just a friend and sometimes he forgets to remember he doesn’t like it when the others get too close to you.

It’s only okay when he gets close to you, not Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun or even Kai. He’s made it clear he’s your ‘best friend’ so yes, he does feel like he has a right to get jealous sometimes.

“What does it matter, Gyu? You got up so I took your seat,” Kai laughed, making himself comfortable next to you on the couch, “The movies about to start just sit next to Jun.”

“But I was sitting there first,” Beomgyu practically stomped his foot in a tantrum, “I went to make Y/n and I popcorn, how are we supposed to share if you took my seat?”

Meaning: how am I supposed to cuddle with Y/n under the blanket if you’re in the way?

“Kai, don’t be mean, he was sitting there first,” you laughed, glancing over at Beomgyu who was pouting now, “Maybe you guys should ‘Paper, Rock, Scissors’ this and the winner gets to sit next to me.”

You gave them both a cheeky smile which made Kai roll his eyes and cringe, “Ew, I don’t want to sit next to you anymore.”

“Then move,” Beomgyu said, already forcing himself down next to you and pushing Kai out the way.

Even when the two of you are all alone and you get too touchy, it’s always playful. There’s always giggles here and there and jokes that make you both stop and laugh.

And after a while he gets lazy with his excuses. He stays out later and when he doesn’t make it home some nights, everyone knows by this time that he’s probably just hanging out with you.

“I’m going to the arcade.”

“With Y/n?”

“No, by myself.”

“Right, I thought you’d be with your best friend tonight.”

It’s only when neither of you answer the phone that the rumors start circulating.

“Oh my god, just ignore it,” Beomgyu groaned as your phone rang for the third time. Soobin and Kai were blowing up your phone after you promised to play them online tonight. Meanwhile you’re naked in bed with your boyfriend who just looks so pretty under you.

He even knew you were supposed to be gaming and that’s why he came over to keep your attention from drifting to anyone but him.

“So greedy, all the time,” you moaned softly, raising your hips against his member and sinking back down to feel the way he stretched your walls for you, “Always want my attention. I thought you wanted to keep it a secret.”

“I do,” he nearly whimpered, fingers digging into your thighs with pleasure, “But it’s hard.”

ᯓ★ TAEHYUN

He’s even worse at hiding it than Yeonjun. He’s just too clingy and he can’t really hide that even around the other members. He’s already touchy with the others but when it comes to his girlfriend? Boy, oh boy.

He likes to touch your thigh under the table or trace your spine whenever you stand in front of him and no one’s looking. When you run your fingers through his hair while watching a movie, he tends to get a little lost in the feeling and starts to doze off with his head practically on your lap.

The others ignore it for the most part but every now and then Kai will try to make a comment about his touchiness toward you and suddenly Taehyun has to act out.

One time the two of you almost got caught getting a little too close while at the bar and he literally pushed you off him before Yeonjun could see you try and kiss him. He ended up paying for that in the end.

“Jagi, just one kiss,” Taehyun begged later that night when you rejected his second attempt since you got back to your place. You weren’t actually mad at him but he liked messing with you so what was wrong with it’s you doing it back?

“Well I tried to give you a kiss earlier and you pushed me away, remember?” You asked, hiding your smirk and turning your back to him. Taehyun didn’t like that at all, and practically pounced on your bed to hold you.

“But I want it now.”

Hes a jealous guy too, a quiet, introverted jealous guy. He won’t say anything but there’ll be signs. He’ll keep his eyes on you and whoever you’re with and have no shame about it.

One time you asked Soobin to help you reach something instead of Taehyun and he couldn’t hide how annoyed he was by it. He even went as far as mocking you for it later that night.

Whenever you’re more distracted by your phone than him, he’s always gotta try and get your attention back on him.

Usually, if you’re alone, it’s with little touches here and there.

He likes playfully pulling at your shirt to bring you closer to him, smile on his face when you whine at being exposed.

You’ll try and escape his affection but you always end up giving in and you end up making out on your couch when you’re finally alone.

He’s handsy too, he loves the way you feel under his fingertips especially when your skirts rolled up and he’s gotten your panties off.

“So soft,” he always reminds you when he traces a finger along your clit, massaging into it with some of your slick. He’s always gentle when he touches you, always kisses down your sides and aims to please you first.

“Mhm,” you moan lightly, hand brushing his soft hair back so you could see his big boba eyes look up at you while he kisses your navel. They distract you from his hand until you feel his middle finger tease your entrance.

“It’s so hard to keep my hands off you,” he always makes sure to remind you when he’s making you feel good with those hands. He’s never shy when it comes to touching you either, always knows just when to curl his fingers or rub your clit while he does it. When he can tell you’re close, he likes to kiss you, swallow your moans and feel your tighten around his fingers.

ᯓ★ KAI

He thought it would be easy at first but he quickly realized how wrong he was.

In the beginning, he did his best to treat you like a friend and nothing else. He would talk to you like he talks to the other members and he wouldn’t make a scene whenever you talked too long to someone else.

He would only get nervous when you would look at him for too long, or wink at him, talk about how he’s your favorite or sit close to him.

And you loved to get him riled up when no one’s looking.

You’re the one to usually initiate something, like when you casually trace your fingers through his hair.

How is he supposed to act unbothered by it?

When you’re out with them all and someone tries hitting on you, and you have to quietly explain that you’re kind of seeing someone which leads the others to ask who, how is Kai not supposed to shout out that it’s him?

How’s he supposed to just join in with the interrogation and act like he doesn’t know anything either?

“Wait, have we met him?” Yeonjun asks you and none of them seem to notice how you look over at Kai and smile so innocently while he’s sweating billets.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” you always say, half laughing at how annoyed they all look and Kai has to pretend to be just as annoyed when in reality he wants to smile too.

“I don’t think we’ll ever know,” he’ll try and pipe in, trying not to smirk and when they’re not looking at him, he winks at you and enjoys the little secret you share.

To be honest, you’re the one who fell for him first.

For some reason his cringey jokes and over the top laugh really pulled you in and when you made the move on him, he hadn’t known what to think.

For the longest he thought of you as a friend so the night you were on video call playing a game together and you were laying on your bed, barely covered by the blanket… he kept getting distracted.

Then you would say something flirty while shifting around and showing the little shorts you wore to sleep and how they barely covered anything, along with your tank top. He would remind himself that you’re just a friend and he’s probably reading too into it

So everything was on the low to begin with. None of the others knew how the two of you would spend almost every night on the phone together and Kai could tell them but why would he? So that they could think they could call you too and take your attention away?

Plus, did he really want them to know about how you looked fresh out the shower on the phone with him? Or how you sounded when you whispered softly with your hand down your panties asking if he’s touching himself too?

And it was known Kai had such a nice voice that you couldn’t help but encourage him to let you hear it when he stroked his stiff member in his bedroom late at night.

“I can’t hear you,” you would remind him, hand touching down your body and showing the camera what he can’t see in person.

“They’re going to hear me,” he whispers, letting out a small moan when you pull down your top and tease him with a view of your bare chest.

“Everyone’s asleep,” you say, “Please? It’s not fair, I don’t ever get to see you alone.”

Your words always got to him, and he would stroke himself just a little faster and whisper, “I want to see you too.”

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I’ve been gone for months and I needed something kind of quick and easy to write so hope you guys liked it 😭should I do more of these?

[nadvs]

watch and learn (part three)

pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug and alcohol use

summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.

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You’ve never had someone call you out the way Rafe does. It’s kind of jarring.

You listen to his instructions, peeling your clothes off in his backseat while he watches.

“Sit on my lap,” he tells you.

You instinctually cover your body while you throw your clothes into a pile, then straddle him fully naked.

“What’d I tell you last night?” Rafe asks lowly, his eyes on your lips.

“A lot of things,” you breathe a laugh. You tug at his soft shirt, pulling it off to see all of him.

“I said you’re hot,” he says once he’s shirtless. “Why’d you take your clothes off like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you need to hide your body.”

“Did I?” You did. You know you did.

“You need my help more than I thought,” he teases.

You can’t stifle your laugh, gently slapping his chest.

“I’m getting hard already,” he says, looking down at himself. “And I just came. That’s how hot you are.”

You think of his words from last night. When a guy gives you a compliment, take it.

“Thank you,” you say, dipping your head to kiss him. His soft lips capture yours as you feel his hand drag over your thigh. After rubbing your leg for a few moments, he touches you where you need him most.

Rafe exhales in awe and pleasure under the kiss. You’re so soft, so drenched.

“Sucking dick gets you so wet,” he teases, shifting to kiss your neck. Warmth runs through you at the feeling of his mouth on your skin.

Rafe realizes just how nice you smell as his nose brushes against your neck. He slowly strokes your pussy, his fingertips dipping between your folds.

“That feels good,” you tell him. You realize once his hands are on you, you get lost in the pleasure, making it easier to talk to him. “Go side to side, too.”

Rafe twists his wrist to rub you how you tell him to, enjoying your pretty moans.

Your breath is hot against his cheek as he fondles you, the feeling and sounds of your wetness making him grow fully hard already.

He shuffles to slide the condom out of his pocket. He leans back to open it and slides it down his length.

Rafe loves that you perch up on your knees and guide him between your legs immediately, like you can’t wait another second to have him inside you.

You sink down onto him, the angle hitting you perfectly, your breath coming out shaky.

“Damn,” he groans, the pressure around his cock squeezing him. “You’re tight as fuck.”

You smile and start to rock, full of him, slowly adjusting to his big size, your cheek against his.

“You should…” you breathe. “You should touch my clit.”

His thumb finds your clit, pressing down and rubbing.

“How’s that?” Rafe’s voice is thick.

“Good,” you say, arching your back and continuing to rock, feeling him slide in and out of you at your pace. “Most girls need to be touched there to cum, even with penetration.”

He nods, taking in your words. He puts his mouth on your shoulder, sucking and kissing as you ride him, feeling like hot velvet around his cock.

He continues to fondle you, one hand over your pussy and the other at your waist, letting you ride him at the pace you want. You roll your hips over him, tingling all over.

The car gently rocks with your movement and when you put your hand up on the plush ceiling, pressing yourself down against him every time you reach his base, you both moan.

Your orgasm inches closer, the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Okay, I’m almost… fuck.”

A loud moan spills out of you and when Rafe feels your walls spasm around his cock, he doesn’t want to feel anything else in the fucking world. This is all he needs, this pure bliss.

“Keep bouncing on it,” Rafe orders. His hands grip your hips to control the pace, digging his fingers into you hard and guiding you up and down.

His cock starts to twitch, his entire body tensing. Rafe throbs through his orgasm inside of you, spent and sticky with sweat.

Once you both tumble down from the high, you sit up off of him, his cock bobbing when it slides out of you.

“You’re… really good at riding dick,” Rafe huffs.

“Really?” You feel a bit bold now, shrugging as you say your next words. “That guy you heard me talking about wanted me to try reverse cowgirl. I wasn’t sure if I’d do a good job.”

“Shit, we were supposed to try that,” he says.

“We have time,” you laugh, sliding your panties on. “We’ll do a lot more.”

“Yeah?” Rafe’s tone is excited.

“I need more practice,” you say. Sex with him is too much fun to end this anytime soon. “And you guys call me the fun police. Ridiculous. I’m so fun.”

Rafe pinches his brows together, quickly getting dressed.

“Blake calls you that,” he says. “He asked about you. He’s… uh, a good guy.” He almost cringes at himself talking like this, but he figures he owes his frat brother the good word.

You tilt your head in thought. Blake’s cute. Tall. Nice. He actually felt bad for being so loud the other night, unlike Rafe, who still doesn’t seem to care.

“Did you tell your friends we’re hooking up?” you ask.

“Yeah, but they know it’s just sex. And Blake doesn’t get a lot of ass, so you don’t have to be all nervous if you let him hit.” Rafe’s voice has an edge to it as you put your shorts back on.

“So he doesn’t mess around?” you ask. “He’s like… a relationship kind of guy?”

Rafe immediately regrets saying anything, his mood dropping.

“I don’t fucking know,” he snaps. “Ask him yourself.”

Seeing that you actually seem interested is irritating. This could disrupt your arrangement. You’re not gonna keep fucking him if you’re dating his friend.

God. Dating. Committing to someone in college is idiotic to him. This is a time for fun.

Your shirt isn’t even fully on when Rafe opens the car door, the drop to the ground merely inches to him. He knows he should probably help you get out, but all he can feel is a twisted combination of anger and irritation and disappointment and it’s your fault. Blake’s, too.

He checks his phone while you climb out of the backseat.

“What a gentleman,” you chide, walking past him. “I know you’re not a touchy feely guy, but the average girl will feel pretty cheap if you act like such a douchebag after sex.”

“Cool,” he replies coldly. You turn to glare at him.

“You know what? I think I got all the practice I need,” you mutter.

Rafe’s eyes widen. Shit.

“What?” he asks, shutting the car door and catching up with you.

“Haven’t you heard of aftercare?” you say, avoiding eye contact with him as you continue to walk back towards the beach.

“No?” he says.

“Even when it’s just sex, like with us,” you explain, gesturing between you two, “you can’t act like that. Like a girl is just a piece of ass that you throw away when you’re done.”

Rafe never really thought about that. And honestly, he hates that he made you feel that way, no matter how much you irritated him.

“If I need to put it in a way so you give a shit,” you say, “a girl probably won’t fuck you again if you’re mean after sex. I’m not saying you need to hug me and call me the love of your life, but can’t you at least pretend to care enough to hold a conversation longer than, like ten seconds? Be a bit nicer? Maybe help me out of the car?”

Silence falls between you continue to pace, shoes padding over the concrete spanning the parking lot.

Rafe swallows the lump in his throat as your words settle into his mind. He doesn’t want to lose this.

“Sorry,” he finally says. “This is why we’re doing this, right? To learn? I’ll remember that next time.”

You look up at him.

“So you are capable of apologizing,” you say. You know it’s only because he wants to keep hooking up, but fuck it, so do you. “It’s fine. You’re… picking things up quickly.”

“Yeah?” His smile is cocky. The Rafe you know is back. “You were screaming.”

“I was not screaming,” you say, the ice between you melting.

You make your way back to the beach, legs still weak after what you just did. You find Liv and spend the rest of the night chatting with her, your eyes drifting between Blake, who seems like a sweet guy who knows how to respect a girl, and Rafe, who’s great in bed, but can be painfully rude and has zero emotional depth to him.

When you make it back to your dorm, the showers are full. You lie in bed, waiting it out, but end up falling asleep. When you wake up, it’s past two in the morning and you’re desperate to wash your hair.

Your shower is quick and hot. When you make it back to your door, however, your key won’t twist in the lock.

This happened a few days ago. You know if you keep trying, it’ll work. So, you try. And try. And try again.

Loud rattling pulls Rafe out of his slumber. He tries to fall back asleep, but it’s relentless. He angrily sighs and pulls his covers back, ready to tell whoever’s being so loud to shut the fuck up.

He opens his door to see you in front of yours. You’re sopping wet, wrapped in a towel.

“My door won’t open,” you say weakly.

Despite his grogginess, he can’t help but laugh. He’s in his boxers and his boxers only, the sight of his lean body stirring something inside of you.

“I’ll go wake up the R.A.,” you say, more to yourself than him. “They can call maintenance. And then I’ll call Liv to crash at her place. But my phone’s in my room... Ugh, whatever. I’ll figure it out.”

You nod and turn, but he stops you.

“Wait,” Rafe says. The thought of you running around in a towel and trying to reach people in the middle of the night makes his chest pinch in pain. “Just sleep in my room.”

“Really?” you ask, smile bright and relieved.

“Come on,” he orders impatiently. You rush past him into his dark room and he shuts the door behind you, turning on the light.

Your eyes travel over his room. Glossy textbooks that don’t look like they’ve been opened are scattered across his desk. His walls are bare except for one poster celebrating a football team by the window. There aren’t any family photos, but you figure that’s just a guy thing.

“Your room is so bro-y,” you mumble.

“That’s how you thank me?” Rafe grumbles, passing you to go to his dresser. You laugh at the comically large tub of protein powder sitting on his desk over his laptop.

“That one thing of protein powder is taking up, like the whole shelf.” You look at his back, his muscles big and taut. “I think it works, though.”

Rafe smirks and opens a drawer, taking out a pair of boxers and a shirt.

“Here,” he says, handing them to you. You take the soft clothes in your hands as he lies back down in his bed, shifting his big body to rest on his side. “I’ll sleep by the wall.”

You smile. Maybe Rafe isn’t as cold as you thought. Maybe he’s actually kind of… sweet.

“Just don’t try to cuddle me,” he warns. “None of that couple shit.”

Nevermind. This man is the epitome of emotional unavailability.

“Couple shit?” you scoff, hanging your towel over the back of his chair. “Yeah, no thanks. You’d be the worst boyfriend ever.”

“Can you hurry up?” Rafe urges tiredly. You pull his boxers over your body. You meet his gaze as you put his shirt on, realizing it has the Greek lettered name of his fraternity.

“You gave me this shirt on purpose,” you say, pinching the fabric.

“Maybe,” Rafe says with a lazy smile, recalling your little I hate frat boys comment the night you met.

“At least I look really hot in it,” you joke, leaning to turn the light off.

He knows you’re kidding around, but he kind of likes hearing you say something positive about your appearance, and thinking it’s because of the lessons he’s been giving you.

You lie down beside Rafe, your back to him, his pillow smelling like him.

“Sorry I woke you up,” you whisper into the dark. “And thanks for letting me crash. I don’t know why my key-”

“Shh,” he says, exhausted and placing a hand on your hip to shut you up.

“Sorry,” you laugh. “Night.”

He nuzzles into the pillow and keeps his hand where it is.

(part four)

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[havensins]

Peter's bf having symbiote like abilities and using the tentacles to hold peter as you fuck him and using a tentacle to help dp hom

peter parker x symbiote!m!reader

cw. sub!peter, dom!reader, does this count as tentacle fucking?, masturbation, peter is extremely needy, double penetration.

note. i did notttt mean to turn this into a full fic 😭. not proofread!

peter finds it incredibly hot that you even have those abilities and as you show him just how much you could really do with your own symbiote, he found it hard to keep his thoughts neutral.

he’d find himself zoning out and thinking about of it would feel for you to hold him down with the extra appendages. he thought about how it would feel, maybe for one of your tendrils to slide down to his hole as you’re fucking him… maybe even push in alongside your cock..

peter believed he had never been so horny in his life. the pressure and buildup was beginning to become too much, and he pursued the only option he felt like he had.

he lay in bed, pants and underwear pushed sloppily to his thighs. his legs were perched up a little for easier access to his hole. he was quick and disorganized in his movements, popping the cap on a bottle of lube and drizzling the contents over his fingers.

he held his shirt up with his teeth as he reached down and pressed past his tight ring of muscle. his mouth parts as a whine escapes; his fingers were no where near as fulfilling as yours but he’d just have to make due.

he fists his cock with vigor, fingers pumping in and out and making a wet squelch sound around the room. he hadn’t a care in the world as he moaned out freely, whining and trembling.

“peter…” you tsked, and his eyes blinked open. making your way towards him, he only slows the movement of his hands. he doesn’t have the control to stop completely. “cant.. haah- cant cum,” he whines, hips twitching as the fingers in his rear attempt to find his prostate.

“what has you so worked up love? poor thing, you can’t even make yourself cum,” you murmured. he chews on his lip, head falling back so he wouldn’t have to look you in the eyes.

“wan’ you and- and your symbiote.” he mumbles after s beat of silence. “hold me down and make me take y-you.. both of you,” he admits and you fight to hide the surprise on your face.

he finally stops touching himself, making an unintelligible noise in discomfort. breathing heavily, he feels a tendril gather his wrists and hold them above his head.

“if that’s what you want, then who am i to deny my pretty spider a request?” you question, and he looks towards you with glossy eyes. settling between his thighs on the bed, you pull his pants and underwear all the way off, and do the same with your own clothing.

you were already hard within the confines of your pants, practically aching at the sight of peter. he’s begging under you, looking like the most sinful angel you’d ever seen; all exposed and in all of his glory.

you push into him, the copious amounts of lube he’d used made the slide easy. peter moans out in pure pleasure when you bottom out, thighs trembling at your sides.

you knew it wouldn’t take long for him to cum, with how long he’d been working on himself before you even found him all needy.

after a couple beats of allowing nothing but peter’s moans to fill your ears, he speaks up; voice raspy and broken. “pleasee, wan’ you both, i can- i can take it.” he wails. you grinned, breathing heavily and deciding to fill his last request.

another tendril comes, teasing his taut and tensed body before circling his cock and moving further down where your own cock was pressing in and out of him.

you slowed down, allowing the tendril to push in a little before coming back out. the movement repeated a few times before it was able to slide in alongside your cock with no issue.

“look at you, angel. stuffed fuckin’ full with all of me. you can barely even take it, can you?” and peter has no response.

his mouth opens wide; he’s never taken this much before. his body goes tense, and then immediately limp afterwards. he cums with a cry, practically sobbing at feeling so full.

you’re cumming nearly right after him. you’re pressing into him at the hilt and he keens at the feeling. letting your tendrils release him and flow back into you, peter is blissed out of his mind. you pull out, and he jolts a little and whines at the feeling of your cum dripping down the cleft of his ass.

“come on pretty, we gotta get you cleaned up,” you coo, maneuvering peter so that he was cradled to your chest. “stay for a minute.” he whispers lowly, voice and brittle cracked with use. you hum into his hair and plant a kiss on his for head. “just for a little then, angel.”

[captainfern]

Okay! But going off of your reblog of that younger gif of John (which made me go absolutely feral), I feel like he’d be so confident in himself in general, appearances, personality, and especially his ability to please a women. Obviously it mellowed out after he got older, but he definitely still falls back into those habits every now and then, so! with that being said do you think you could do a small post about younger John being all cocky while he’s absolutely making you go dumb for him, and even though you wanna retort and say he’s wrong- you know he isn’t?? (Sorry but writing this literally made me scream like- this man is so 😩😩😩)

younger/lieutenant john price x fem!reader, 18+

p0rn starts straight under the cut btw

lieutenant price fucked you in front of a mirror, his strong hands gripping your hips and pulling you back onto him, your arse against his pelvis, as he fucked into you from behind

his thrusts were hard and rough, warm palms shifting to knead the flesh of your arsecheeks as his cock drilled into you. the fat head slammed repeatedly against your sweet spot, punching the air from your lungs

your body trembled against the mattress, your eyes glazed over, watching yourself— and watching price and the way he fucked you. he was watching as well; his eyes flickering from the sight of you in the mirror, to the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your wet heat

you moaned outwardly, the sounds of skin-on-skin echoing through your bedroom. price grunted in response, his calloused hands squeezing your hips, fucking into you at a faster pace, the mattress squeaking

“price—!” you moaned, eyes rolling in your head as his cock nudged up against the base of your cervix, making your thighs quake where you were bent over on all fours. “price, sir, please don’t stop—!” you sobbed, his cock hitting just the right places inside you to have your cunt squeeze him tight

he groaned. “‘m not gonna stop, baby. ‘m not gonna fuckin’ stop. not gonna stop fuckin’ this pretty— wet— cunt—” he punctured his sentence with grunts as he thrusted in time with his words. “—‘til you’re milkin’ my cock”

you wanted to scream— his cock filled you up so nice, but you weren’t going to admit that to him. it’d go to his head. after all, you and your lieutenant— your fellow lieutenant and comrade— already knew how he made you feel

price grunted behind you, folding his upper body over your back, sweat sticking between the two of you. he continued to rut against you, cock dragging along the silky, wet walls of your cunt. he placed kisses down your spine. “tell me how good i’m makin’ you feel”

cocky son of a bitch. he already knew you felt good, but he wanted to hear you say it

but you could only whimper and whine as he fucked you, pleasure crowding your mind as your orgasm loomed over you, your body growing hot. your pussy fluttered around his cock, dribbles of arousal dripping down your inner thighs

price chuckled behind you, slamming into you harder. “aw, can’t even speak? poor baby. have i made you go all dumb on my cock, hm?”

you mewled, head flopping forward to hide your face in the covers. but price didn’t let you— he grabbed a the back of your neck and pulled you up roughly, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror as he continued to fuck you. hard

“look at yourself while you’re getting fucked— while i’m fuckin’ you, yeah?” price uttered, fingers gentle but firm, holding you in place so he could continue fucking his fat, leaking cock into the wet heat of your cunt. he moaned at the sight of you. “yeah, fucked you so good that you can’t even speak properly, isn’t that right, my pretty girl? i told you that i’d make you go all dumb on my cock, didn’t i?”

you whimpered, trying to chase an ounce of authority in your head. “m’not going d—”

“don’t— fuckin’— lie—” price growled between thrusts. “my cock’s that good that you’ve gone all dumb, haven’t you? fuckin’ admit it, baby. admit that this cock makes you feel so fuckin’ good that you forget everything”

you whined. “price—!”

“tell me,” he whispered in your air, the tip of his cock pressing flushed against your g-spot, grinding against it as he moved his hips against your soft arse. “tell me how much you love my cock an’ i’ll let you come all over it”

you moaned, eyes threatening to close as he fucked you hard. your legs shook, sweat covering your bare body. you moaned again, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as his thrusts increased

“fuck, fuck— m’kay, i love your cock, sir! i— fucking hell— i fucking love your cock and how it— oh my god— makes me feel. makes me— makes me go dumb— can’t fucking think right with your cock inside me—” you rattled off, moaning loudly, desperate. your orgasm was about to hit you

you could almost hear price’s smile behind you. “good girl,” he chided, cocky. “that’s a good girl. that’s what i wanted. now you can come ‘round my cock”

you came, wet cunt squeezing him tightly, fluttering as your toes curled and eyes rolled. your orgasm was powerful and, if it wasn’t for the grip he had on the back of your neck and on your hip, you would’ve collapsed forward. you moaned his name, and whispered it again over and over as you came down from your high

he was grunting and groaning behind you, his head on your back now, rutting into your cunt like a man starved. he groaned loudly, mouthing at your warm skin. then, he moaned your name and came inside you, cock twitching as he spurt hot cum deep into your pussy. you whined at the sensation

“price…” you muttered as he fell down beside you, pulling you into his chest with his cock still buried deep inside you

he hummed. “s’alright, my pretty girl. just lay here with my cock in that wet fuckin’ pussy, an’ i’ll be fine to go again in a few minutes”

[izvmimi]

cw: senku accidentally makes an aphrodisiac and fem!reader helps him out... minors dni! smut but no penetration. american colony au.

Senku rarely makes mistakes, ever, but as Gen has so often pointed out, luck is very often not on the young man’s side - in fact, luck seems to avoid him as though punishing him for refusing to leave his life up to fate. 

Minutes after he’s taken the potion that had been designated by the village doctor as an analgesic, he realizes quickly he’s made a grave one. Sweat beads on his forehead as he breathes in, the very action of drawing in a breath serving to increase the deafening drumbeat in his ears. Thump, thump, thump. The heat clouding his mind right now as he tries to remember where exactly he went wrong, what could have possibly happened to have him in fetal position, tensed up everywhere but especially in the space in between his legs.

Top shelf, to the right. A small vial stopped up with a cork.

Cork. It shouldn’t be a cork, he remembers suddenly. She had said the bottle might be hard to twist open. He must have taken something else. What else could explain the fact that all the blood coursing through his body seems to have collected to one place only, giving him the hardest erection he’s ever had in his life?

The scientist can’t claim to never have thought about sex. After all, he’s young and healthy and as curious about his body as anyone else, even if he’s not so easily persuaded by the prospect of soft round breasts or plush thighs as others, and he prides himself in knowing the basic workings of everything including that particular type of recreation. 

Now it’s all he can think about as he shivers and flushes, blood gorged cock throbbing and desperate to be touched in any way, shape or form.

He’s initially thankful that he was struck by this affliction while hiding away in the lookout tower  in the middle of the night because of its privacy and the ability to rub one or ten out and hopefully turn into a logical human once again, but once he can hear the familiar soft pad of your footsteps approaching up the stairs, he’s repetitively cursing his rotten luck under his strangled breath. 

Scrambling from his position sat in the corner, back against the wall, he quickly finds his way onto a chair, but stumbles, and when your eyes fall onto him, he’s practically face down. 

“Senku?” 

Your voice is soft as usual, not completely sure it’s him in the dim light. Moonlight illuminates part of the wide room, and when he finally rolls over to a cross-legged position, doing his best to hide the embarrassing bump in his clothes, you look at him quizzically.

“Fancy meeting you here!” Senku exclaims. There’s an uncharacteristic upturn to his voice that is a cause for concern.

“You mean, in the tower you supposedly made for me?” you ask. Senku pales, but you’re already sliding down to sit cross-legged next to him. 

“Are you doing okay?” you ask. Leaning over to press a hand to his forehead, you frown at the dampness, while a shudder passes through Senku’s entire body the moment the back of your hand grazes him.

“I’m fine,” he says, coughing to cover up the strain in his voice. His body language is slightly turned away, and so is his face, because he can’t look at you, not like this. Desire pools in his chest heavily, so thick he can barely breathe, and your sweet voice is like water dripping onto an already overfilled cup.

“You don’t sound fine,” you muse. You think of yourself just weeks ago insisting on being left alone despite a raging pneumonia, and move in closer, a move that has him retreat like a trapped mouse. “Did you take the medicine for your headache like you were supposed to?”

Senku would roll his eyes if it weren’t for the fact that an accidental brush of your hand against his could make them roll into the back of his head.

“Your friend might be a quack,” he says, but then quickly adds in fairness, “...the truth is I think I might have picked up something I wasn’t supposed to.”

He laughs, and then feels his cock jump and scrambles to his feet to stand further away. You’re troubled by his anxiety and his refusal to look you in the eye and after a few more questions about his mental and physical state, you decide you’re tired of his dodging questions.

“Senku, what the hell is going on?”

“Nothing,” he lies. He’s thinking of a way to escape without you noticing, but you’ve moved now, and are standing right in front of him, far too close, and your upset look is simply too pretty, and he looks at you almost fearfully.

“I need to go,” he says, and tries to move past you, but you immediately block his path. 

“Senku.”

It only takes one look at the knit in your eyebrows to realize he’s not going to make out of this without the truth. He’s still flushing intermittently, and can feel the tip of his dick more exquisitely than any other part of his body. It takes him a moment to decide, but eventually he realizes he can approach this embarrassing predicament in the best way he can think of.

Logically.

“Whatever I took… I think might be having aphrodisiacal effects on me.”

You blink, bright eyes wide with every bat of your lashes, and he feels the genuine pull of yearning in his loins.

“Oh.”

Senku blushes, the warmth spreading throughout his whole body this time as you finally look down then quickly avert your gaze. In a flash, he wonders for the first time how much you know about sex. Are you a virgin? When was your first time? With who? Would you do it again? With him?

The last thought he immediately banishes from his mind, telling himself that it’s likely the effects of whatever potent concoction is clouding his rationale. Not now. If ever, not this way.

“I… I can help, you know,” you offer. Your voice is quiet, gentle and steady, the same way you speak when you talk to the animals when they misbehave, when you want to reassure without controlling. “Platonically, of course,” you quickly add.

Platonically. Of course. It’s just an urge, and you understand those animalistic urges pretty well, given your breadth of experience in the natural sciences. Just a want. It wouldn’t be a crime if…

You move in close, your hand hovering over his crotch but not touching him. You then look at him, asking with your pupils, and he can swear he can feel his dilate. He nods, and you let your fingers slip beneath the layers of fabric until they reach the slightly coarse grain of his pubes. Your lips part slightly as you move slowly; he’s holding his breath but the moment your finger grazes the skin of his firm shaft, he lets out a moan, covering his mouth immediately to shut himself up.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him. He’s embarrassed, suppressing pants, but you press forward, letting your fingers close around his shaft, one by one. Grip still awkward, Senku shifts, pulling down his pants further, and you pull your lower lip before your teeth briefly before you tug smoothly for the first time. He gasps, and you press your thumb on the tip, right at the orifice of his urethra.

“Have you ever done this before?” you ask, wondering if you should have asked earlier. The small talk is meant to make it more casual, less intimate, but he’s quick to shake his head and say no, breathily.

“Not by anyone who mattered.”

Your heart flutters and you move just a bit faster. Senku moans, throwing his head back, and you keep your pace.

“Is that enough? Are you feeling good?” You slip. You mean better. You’re not trying to pleasure him, you’re trying to help him. 

“Fuck, can you… more… can you-” he stops, then bites his lip. He’s breathing heavier now, the expansion of his chest much more noticeable. He glances at you for a moment, then quickly looks away. If he were to do what he wants to do, ask you for more, press his lips onto yours, would it be using you? Is he allowed to ask that of you? Is it just this… or something else?

Your hand has stopped but he’s whining now, bucking his hips into the base of your fist almost subconsciously. You grip tighter, then slide up and down his shaft again, pressing against the darkened tip more, now slippery with treacherous precum. It occurs to you for a moment that maybe, maybe just a bit more friction would help, and you take the initiative of spitting on your hand, then resuming and he moans, fingers pressed to the floor beside him tensing and tightening as he accepts your onslaught.

Straggled groans escaping his throat, his eyes close, and you watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows spit and desire. He’s thirsty, needy, unsure if this is making it better or worse.

And just at that moment, you ask, “Are you feeling better, Senku?”

Oh, the way you say his name, he practically spills into your hand. 

“D-don’t talk…” he begs, and your face flinches with hurt, but you remember that you are only helping.

“Mm.”

Your hand keeps moving, and you watch his cock throb and twitch in its grasp. It’s a pretty thing, you let yourself consider for a moment, pretty like the rest of him, eager, greedy… it has been a while, you think, since you’ve been so intimate with someone.

Not intimate. That’s not what this is. You’re helping a friend.

Senku grits his teeth as you spit on your hand again and your moistened palm swirls around his cock. 

There’s no reason for you to be so good at touching him like this. He exhales.

“I’d be a real piece of shit if I asked you for more, wouldn’t I right now?” he finally asks. He’s looking at the ceiling now, trying to contain himself, but how can he when you’re touching him like this and he feels better than he’s ever felt in his life. He’s only mildly coherent at this point, perhaps he should count backwards, perhaps…

“Tell me what you want, Senku, I’ll do my best.”

He turns, and you look at him in just that moment, but you don’t let go of him. 

His hand goes to the back of your neck, pulling you closer and he stops quickly, inches apart. 

You’ve closed your eyes, and you’ve puckered your lips just so. Senku swallows hard, wondering how he could have ever stopped but he knows why.

“It’s not the drugs,” he’s able to eke out. Your eyes open, gentle as they look into his, your lips still parted. Your hand shifts, palm rested on the edge of his warm length. 

“It’s not the drugs,” you repeat.

“I’d feel like this anyway, in this moment,” Senku says. A moment passes. Your tongues passes over your dry lips.

“Do you mean it?” 

Senku doesn’t hesitate, before saying yes.

You press your lips to his first, letting him press his way in and explore, letting him bite your lip and suck, and pass his tongue against your teeth, letting him tip your neck backwards and deepen the kiss. You kiss, and you move your hands and your lips part, and you dip lower, to make him feel pleasure like he’s never seen.

[luveline]

JADE I love Hotch sm I’ve been waiting for you to mention him again! If you wanted could you do something about reader having been through a rough relationship and just being so happy about how domestic and gentlemanly hotch is (when he’s home)? Tysm I love everything you do, constantly cheering for you babe!! ❤️

hi! i think i made reader more confused than happy but i hope this is still okay, ty for your request lovely! tw for bad/unhappy previous relationship, fem!reader

You didn’t know men could be so kind when you’re in a relationship. It’s not as though you’ve never met a sweet guy before, you met Aaron through Spencer, and Spencer’s nice. It had been his interference that eventually led to Aaron asking you out, and his assurance that made you confident enough to say yes. 

But being friends with Spencer hadn’t really erased any of your boyfriend-related assumptions. They’re boys. They don’t want to be suffocated by you and your need for affection. What Aaron wants, if the past is any indication, is a relaxing weekend with space and time alone. 

He’s lying on his couch. He woke before you, and you don’t understand why he hadn’t woken you up too. To get some time away from me, your brain supplies cruelly. It isn’t a fair assumption. Aaron wouldn’t have invited you to spend the night with him if he didn’t want to see you. He wouldn’t have asked you to go steady with a bouquet and a shiny tennis bracelet you’ve yet to take off a month later. 

Right?

“Come in here,” he calls. 

You put down your cup of coffee and walk into his living room. Aaron holds out his arm, touching you as soon as you’re in reach. He sits up and it’s so odd, why would he bother? It’s only you. 

“What, you don’t want to sit with me?” he jokes. 

“I didn’t know you wanted me to,” you say, a little too fast, a little too strung-out. 

He’s kind about your unsure moments. Likely because he knows exactly what you’re thinking —considering his job, and his ability to analyse even the criminally insane with brutal accuracy, Aaron must know why you act the way that you do. What you can’t understand is his patience. 

“Well, for future reference,” he begins, collecting your hands in his and giving them a squeeze, “I always want you to sit with me. As long as that’s what you want.”

"Oh, good, “ you say, taking back control of one of your hands, pressing your palm to his broad shoulder. 

Aaron smiles sweetly, like his lips are glued with sticky taffy. You take it as an invitation to stand between his legs, and slowly, so slowly, wrap your arms around his head and neck, your cheek pressed to his hair. He grasps your waist with a mirrored fondness. He smells so nice. He always smells clean and warm, sandalwood and something earthier in his aftershave.

It doesn’t take him much manoeuvring to sit you in his lap, or rather sit you in the corner of the couch with your thighs over his. You laugh as you settle, your hands falling down his chest. 

"I'm really glad you could come over. I know I've been busy with work. You never complain," Aaron says. 

"Why would I complain?" you ask, wanting to put your head on his shoulder. 

He looks at you long and steady. 

"You can do it," he says. "You can lean on me." 

"How do you know?" you mumble ruefully, doing as he allows, your face hiding in his warm arm. 

"I'm very good at reading people. And I like you more than I like most people, so I'm even better." He drags a lazy hand up and down your leg. "I know you like affection more than you like air…  and I know you don't like asking for it. I know you think it bothers me when you do ask." 

His hand slides between your thighs. "But it doesn't," he says warmly. "Whatever you've been told, it won't bother me." 

"Are you sure?" you ask. 

Aaron leans down to kiss you. You have to sit back to make room for it, and you feel strangely like crying as he presses his lips to yours. It's chaste. His hand squeezes your thigh. 

"I want you here," he says. 

Oh, you think. "I knew that," you murmur. 

"Good. I don't want you to doubt it. Things were hard for you before, and it was difficult for you to believe me when I said I–" He presses his lips to your cheek. "Had feelings for you," he says against your skin. "I'm sorry people haven't been kind to you." 

"Why would you be sorry for that?" 

"Because I care about you, and the things that happened to you." 

"It wasn't your fault. I was the idiot. I'm the one who stayed." 

"I would love," he says, gently, slowly, so you're sure it isn't a scolding, "if you could be as kind to yourself as you are to everyone else. Please don't blame yourself for how you've been treated. It's not fair." 

"I just don't get why you're so nice to me," you confess, sitting back again. You're surprised he can hear you, you talk so quietly. 

"Because that's how this works. That's how love is supposed to work," he grins, like he's aware of how close he is to sounding corny. "I'm nice to you because you mean everything to me. There isn't a single part of me that wants to be mean to you." 

"He wasn't mean," you say. You bite your tongue hard. After a moment, you continue, "He just didn't like me the way that you do." 

"He," Aaron says, pulling your legs into his chest, "should have. I don't want to keep on at you, I'm too used to telling people what to do, I'm sorry. I just want you to know that it wasn't… normal. Alright?" 

"This is normal?" you ask, smiling, feeling better for his reassurance but wanting to move on before the day becomes all about you. 

"No, this isn't normal. This is perfect." 

You laugh, delighted by him even if it is corny, and turn in his grasp to hug him. He laughs too, a rare sound. It's strange —he doesn't hug tightly, but you get an overwhelming feeling of security regardless. For the first time in a long time you indulge in affection without thinking that the person you're cuddled up with wants to be somewhere else. Aaron wants to be here, and nowhere else, and he wants to be with you. 

[coldfanbou]

If Only You Knew

Welcome one and all to day 21. Where we see what Minju does as a "job" We have a few guest appearances in this one, too.

Length 2.9K

Minju x Mreader

It was expected that Minju would be a full-time actress, that she would film multiple things and debut quickly. That wasn’t how things were turning out for her currently. You found it funny that people called her jobless online. Minju wasn’t jobless, but she did have a very different job from acting. 

Special arrangements had been made between you, her, and her company. She would be a pivotal piece to your business now that you struggled to get the job done on your own. You first discovered your ability about two years ago when you had sex with the superstar Kim Taeyeon. To finish you off, she had you down her throat. The tip of your cock pressed against it, and you came down her throat. Taeyeon drank it all without complaint, even going as far as giving the tip of your cock a kiss before leaving to perform. When she returned to the green room, she mentioned feeling better than usual while performing; she was more energetic, and her voice didn’t feel as strained. You felt like she jumped to conclusions when she said it was your cum that did it. After all, it sounded absolutely ridiculous. Still, she was sure, and to prove it, she got the rest of Girl's Generation involved. Each member was given a free sample, and each returned after their performance to claim the same thing. News spread quickly in the industry, and companies would do anything to get better performances out of their female idols, so they came calling.

Unfortunately, things were not quite as cracked up as you thought they’d be. Initially, you guessed it meant being able to have sex with all the idols that were allowed to get some, but the companies were strict with a no-sexual-contact rule. They didn’t even let you get close to the idols; soon enough, using a Fleshlight became difficult for you. You could hardly bring yourself to cum after using one for so long. Even if the idols wanted to break the rules and help you, they couldn’t because they were getting their hair or makeup done. That’s where Minju came into play; her company offered to loan her to you in exchange for something. You agreed to the terms, and Minju was now yours to use. Every part of her beautiful body was now meant to stimulate you. She was meant to milk you of every drop of cum.

She was doing her job well so far. Tonight was meant to be a special performance that had a few performers. A deal was worked out for the two of them to be able to share your cum for the night. There was no curtain to hide behind, so that meant Minju would be exposed to them, people she knew well. You undress her quickly, marbling at her fantastic body. You loved it; she had good tits, a toned stomach and great legs.  You run your hands over her body, feeling up her breasts and squeezing her thighs before moving to her slit. You spread her lips apart, noticing that she was already getting wet. You smirk; her body is getting used to your touch and learning. Minju closes her eyes; if she didn’t look at the others in the room, they didn’t exist. You slide your finger along her slit, moving it back and forth until your finger is coated in her sweet nectar, and you push in. Minju’s walls press against your finger as it moves inside her. She can’t help but let out a light, breathy moan. It attracts the attention of one of the performers, her former member Eunbi.

Getting her make-up done, Eunbi can’t look at Minju directed by side-eyes her as best she can. Having had enough teasing, you grab your cock with your left hand, and with your right, your lift one of Minju’s legs. You slide your cock along her slit to coat it in her juices before you drive it into her. You’re excited to get started. Minju’s tight cunt felt amazing, and you loved being inside her. You press the head of your cock against Minju’s cunt and push in. You revel in the feeling; her walls immediately press against your head as you push in. The further you go, the more pleasure you both receive. Minju's moans become louder, attracting everyone else's attention in the room. They watch as you begin to thrust, Minju’s breasts bounce as you slam your cock into her. Her moans are a constant stream, especially now that you’re groping her breasts. Her modest chest was perfect for you; her tits fit perfectly in the palm of your hands. Minju rests her head on your shoulder; she was unused to an experienced partner and was going to cum very soon. “Ah, Minju, you’d be such a good mommy. What if I bred you? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I just felt your pussy get a little tighter.” You teased Minju in this way; it humiliated her that she got off on the idea, too. The idea of breeding Minju turned you on, you wanted to, but you needed to feed all the idols in the room and couldn’t afford to cum in her tonight. Minju’s tightened cunt clamps down on your cock, massaging every part as she struggles to hold on. “If you want me to breed you, cum right now.” Minju’s body reacts on its own, and she cums; her moans fill the room. Minju’s nectar runs down her legs as her hungry cunt tries to milk you. 

You near your orgasm and tell the others as such. They hurry to your side. With the crowd of idols blocking the line of sight of the make-up artists and managers, Eunbi kneels before you, plopping her breasts out of her top. Jihyo joins her, pulling down her top to reveal her tanned tits. The other members of Twice act like a shield blocking anyone from seeing. You had intended on stroking yourself until completion, but they offer you their tits in replacement. They press their big tits together. Pulling out of Minju and letting her go, she drops to the ground. Your cock smacks against Jihyo and Eunbi’s tits. They hold them apart, letting your cock slide between them before they start pumping your shaft. Their rub against your cock, one pair along your shaft while they use the other to tease the head of your cock. The softness of their tits makes you moan loudly; the pleasure you get from them is unimaginable. Considering the condition, you thought you’d never get any action from the idols, so this was just the cherry on top. They pump your shaft, each woman trying to hold their moans as they feel your hot cock rub their mounds. “I’m cumming, get ready.” You moan. 

A second later, your cum splatters all over their tits, coating them in a thick layer of your seed. A commotion outside gets the staff's attention, and the Twice members help themselves to your cum, licking Jihyo and Eunbi’s tits clean before sharing amongst themselves. Jihyo and Eunbi check themselves before pulling up their tops and thanking you. You return the thanks, saying you appreciate the help. You look over at Minju, kneeling on her side, catching her breath, and having watched all the cum she worked so hard for disappear before her eyes.

Sometime later, it was time to feed some more idols. Minju was in for some more awkwardness as Wonyoung and Yujin would be there to see you fuck her. You had taken a different position with Minju, and when it came time to cum, things were a little different again. Typically idols waited for you to jerk yourself off and spurt your cum into their mouths, but Wonyoung appeared to want to do things differently. She kneeled before you and grabbed your cock, apparently not caring for the rules. She placed the head into her mouth and gently suckled on it, her tongue moving, swirling around the head all the while. You grow weak at the knees. Wonyoung’s innocent face clashed with her lewd action. You desperately wanted to push her head down your cock and press her pretty face against your crotch, but you restrained yourself. She suckles your cock until you cum; she drinks it at first before then letting her mouth fill up. Her cheeks are puffed out as she walks over to Yujin and kisses her; the two share your cum. However, it would be more appropriate to say that Wonyoung gave it all to Yujin, who then went to Yuna to do the same. Yuna held the kiss a bit longer; she got a sense of satisfaction feeling the cum drain into her mouth. The sight made you hard, and you would take it out on Minju once the others had left. 

Your next job was going to be a big one. It was to be one of the year-end award shows. There would be multiple idols, and you needed to consider how to handle them. You rest beside Minju, who is sleeping on the couch, tired after going a few rounds. As you look her body up and down, you get an idea. You get up and place her hand on your cock and shiver at the small amount of pleasure you get from her soft hand. Your idea could work; you just needed one thing. You’d have to request it from her company.

The day had come, and you needed to get down to business. Minju was ready for you; she stood with her arm covering her breasts and the hand covering her crotch. You felt no shame in being naked and grabbed her arms, pulling them away from her body. You place her on the table you had her company set up. It was a small, lazy Susan table set at the center of the room; all of the female idols would be able to glance at Minju in whatever state she happened to be in. The table spun around and would make delivery easier. You spread Minju’s legs and placed your cock between her lips. She was getting wet being watched by so many people. You want to be ready before some idol needs your cum and get straight to business. You impale Minju with your cock. Her walls squeeze you tightly, almost shaping themselves to you. It’s a great feeling you can’t enjoy just yet. You start thrusting quickly; Minju’s moans fill the room and bring the attention of many idols to you two. Some of your previous customers, like Eunbi and the Twice members, smile before returning to their conversations, while others become enamored by the sound and sight and step closer to you.

You lean over Minju and pull on her nipple. She whines, the pleasure and pain of it making her mind melt. Minju’s wall tightens around you, and she babbles about cumming soon. You ignore her for the moment and continue pounding away at her body, the sounds of your flesh smacking hers filling the room. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Minju shouts; she grabs your wrist and squeezes them tightly as she cums. Her pussy clamping down on your cock would make your job easier. “I’m going to breed you tonight, Minju. I’m going to fill you tonight.” You whisper into her ear. Minju wraps her legs around you, excited at the prospect; her body, over time, became yours to control. 

You slam your hips into the small woman a few more times before burying your cock and filling her womb with your seed. You keep thrusting, trying to pump everything into her pussy. Minju’s back rises off the table with her head tilting back as she climaxes. She looks beautiful in that position, her face of pure bliss as she gets her first creampie. Her eyes are shut, and her lips form an O as her low guttural moan fills the room. Her stomach bulges slightly from your cum. That wouldn’t last too long, however. “We need your cum now!” You hear shouted from the other side of the table. It was the Itzy girls. You get Minju’s legs off you and spin the table, delivering her cum filled cunt to them. You move Minu back until her head hangs off the table and place your cock inside her mouth. Her tongue swirls around your shaft while you watch Yeji be the first to get her serving. She crouches down and leans in, pushing her tongue inside Minju’s cunt and scooping it out. Minju’s legs stiffened and forced Yeji to hold them while she ate your cum. Minju’s moans are muffled by your cock but add another layer to the pleasure as you feel the vibrations in her throat. 

You thrust slowly, making sure you stayed hard while staying away from cumming. Once Yeji felt satisfied, Ryujin went next; not wanting to use the same method, she took two fingers and pushed them into Minju before curling them to drag your cum out of her. She fills her mouth and shares with Chaeryeong and Lia. Yuna combined the methods. She crouched down and lapped at Minju’s cunt while teasing her clit. Minju’s moans came more often and louder as the pleasure got to her; she cums on Yuna’s tongue. Gifting Yuna a free drink in addition to your cum. Idols come and go, taking drinks from Minju’s honeypot when it was their time to perform.

When Minju began running low, you got back between her legs, ramming your cock into her womb and filling her again. When the idols returned, some would feel a little more willing to break the rules. It happened to be timed perfectly. There would be a small intermission in the award show; Minju was empty and needed to go to the bathroom. Twice’s Chaeyoung and Ive’s Rei offered to help you. They kneeled before you each woman kissed your cock, the lips never leaving it as they moved along your shaft. You stayed hard, thanks to them. Their dick-sucking lips worked wonders, and they went beyond your cock.  Rei cupped your balls before kissing and lapping at them. You felt like you were going to burst at that moment and called for the next performers.

Somi came over quickly. Rei and Chaeyoung moved to the side to allow Somi to take over. She kneeled in front of you and bobbed her head quickly, her lips tightly wrapped around your cock as she pushed it down her throat. You came a moment later, flooding her throat. Somi drank it all quickly; she continued to bob her head after, staining your cock with her lipstick. Only when someone said her performance was in less than a minute did she stop and go over, wiping her mouth as she did.

The night continued like that, with idols offering you part of their body when Minju wasn’t around Chaeryeong offered to let you grope her ass, while Jihyo and Eunbi let your play with their tits. The chaos in the room gave them the freedom to let these acts happen without a chance of management finding out. When Minju was around, you used her body well, filling her cunt with cum and covering the rest of her body. Once the show was over, everyone started to leave, some taking an extra helping of cum. Sana and Somi are the primary culprits. Then, it came down to you and Minju. You don’t know how many times she or you came, but it seems to have broken her.

She was on the table spreading her lips for you, muttering,” We have to feed everyone. I need more cum.” She was a mess with saliva and cum marking her entire body; her face was painted with it too. Still, she begged for more; her legs were spread, bent at the knee as she offered herself up. You couldn’t resist her, your cock got hard, and you positioned yourself. Minju wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you in, driving your cock back inside. Your cum acted as a lubricant, allowing you to slide deep into her without trouble. You crossed Minju’s arms and pulled on them; it caused her tits to be pushed together. This position kept her from moving as you gave her powerful thrusts. Minju’s tongue hung out of her mouth as she moaned and begged for your cum. “Breed me, Breed me!” She yelled with a face filled with ecstasy. 

Her walls were tight around your cock as she came again, “Give it to me!” She moaned while grinding against your body. A few more thrusts would do it; you slam your cock against her womb. When you were about to burst, you buried your cock inside Minju, pumping your seed into her womb. Minju came right after, her legs tightened around you, and her toes curled as she felt the warmth of your cum fill her. You felt her pussy milk you, clenched tightly around your shaft. Minju’s legs grow weak after and release you, hanging off the side of the table. 

Minju’s actress debut would take a little longer; she would need to learn how to control her urges before she could go out again. That and she would have a little one she needed to hide.

[granddaughterogg]

Ghost and you having a lil' one night stand in the club

You weaved your wanting fingers into the longer part of his fade, sliding the mask further up.

He stilled your wrists. 

"Hey. Hey", he whispered cautiously into the bridge of your nose. "Don't even think about it."

"So...the mask stays on?... Like, all the way?" You inquired breathlessly between nipping at his mouth.

"Yes."

You looked this peculiar man in the eyes, now gleaming with fun, but dark and puzzling nonetheless. What was he hiding? Scars? Being a plain ol' butterface? Facial deformity of some kind?

You examined this thought thoroughly and found out that you don't care.

"All right", you said. "But tell me one thing. Are you Deadpool?"

He snorted softly. "I'm just Ghost."

"Ghost?.."

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me."

And kiss you he did.

Holy fuck, he was so good at this. Even when he let himself loose, abandoning all fuckboy moves in favour of feral lust. 

And maybe especially then.

Your tongues entwined in a blind dance, devoid of any rhythm. It was as un-romantic as humanly possible and you liked it that way. That frenzied, rushed approach of his told you that the man was truly starving, losing himself already in this newly acquired flavour, in your feminine warmth. His desperation set your blood ablaze. 

Because you were hungry too.

Ghost finally broke contact, but before leaning away he glided his tongue over your half-opened mouth. It was as if he just couldn't part with the taste.

"Hold on...fuck, you're something else." He sighed and put both of your hands around his wide neck.

"Hold tight, love", he cautioned as if you two were boarding a ride. 

When you did as told, he grabbed at your ass.

You yelped when his hands pressed into the soft flesh under the thin velvet of your dress. He effortlessly pulled you off the ground and lifted you up. 

"Wrap your legs around me", he asked.

You were not a dainty lady. When other guys attempted such stunts, you usually started to fear for their backs. But not for Ghost. This guy was born for heavy-duty activities. You recently watched him sweep the floor with a grown man.

He could take you.

You suspected that he'd carry you out of a battlefield as well.

You wrapped your thighs around his thick waist, crossing your booted legs over the small of his back. You felt his firm core underneath you, covered with a healthy layer of soft flesh. That width of his didn't come just from muscles, and the discovery excited you. You liked your men strong, but not starving.

"That's right..." Ghost slid his large hands under your thighs, tearing another yelp out of you, followed by a stifled moan as he pressed your ass against the nearest wall. 

"What are you doing?" you breathed, holding on for dear life.

"Keepin' a promise." That low gritty voice reverberated in your bones.

Right, he had said this earlier.  I could pin you to a wall if you ask nicely.

The next moment all thoughts - the very ability to think - drifted away from you, for he glided his tongue across that space behind your ear. You moaned, your head falling back as if electricity had just pierced you. He chuckled into your collarbone and was already going lower, kissing, licking and sucking the sensitive skin of your throat. His tongue felt like a flame.

"Jesus Christ...", you breathed. "You're gonna fuck me like this?"

"If that's what you want".

"I dunno. It's kinda – aah! - uncomfortable..."

You tried really hard to rein your thoughts, but they fell apart while this impossible man held you against a wall.

It felt like being sandwiched between cold wood and a living furnace.

As if trying to make the thought process even harder, Ghost dug his fingers deeper into your buttcheeks, bunching up the fabric. It slid up your thighs, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from you.

"This fuckin' skirt is in the way", he murmured. After some more finagling, he got away with the velvet and stroked at the sheer pantyhose underneath. His long fingers nudged the lacy elastic keeping your stay-ups in place.

"Stockings?" He asked, as if unable to believe his luck.

"Yep", you grinned at him.

" Fuckin' hell."

That came out low and guttural. You felt a sharp tingle within as if someone tugged at a string attached to your core.

That narrow strip of lace awakened something in him. He stepped away from the wall and threw you onto the nearest futon. You landed on your back with legs splayed out, but you didn't have time to collect yourself because he was already on top of you, pressing you to the ground with that huge torso, obscuring the dim light, filling up your whole world. He put his arms over your head and pressed them against the soft surface.

Then he leaned over you and dragged his mouth across your cleavage, biting on the skin on your throat, eliciting another moan, and then he let go. You moaned again, protesting this abandonment.

"I know, love", he murmured into your mouth. "But we need to get rid of your knickers."

This is an excerpt from my ongoing Ghost x reader fic which you shall find HERE :3

[another-lost-mc]

library games

solomon likes to tease his apprentice, but things are bound to change the day he takes it a little too far.

solomon x gn!reader

1.7k words | nsfw | resolved sexual tension

cw: possessive behaviour, suggestive but not explicit sexual content.

a/n: this scenario takes place after the events of overture but can be read as a one-shot.

dark serenade series: part one: overture part two (you are here)

The first thing you notice when you step into Solomon’s library for today’s lesson is the sorcerer himself, his coat hanging off the back of his chair and shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He’s leaning back in his seat with an open book in his lap and he doesn't look up when you enter the room.

You know the moment he’s aware of your presence because his eyes stop scanning the page and there’s a deliberate pause before he closes his book and glances at you expectantly. He smirks and crooks his finger, urging you forward from where you’ve paused in the doorway.

You’re carrying the tomes he assigned as yesterday’s homework and set them on the desk - yellowed, dusty texts filled with magical theory and spells that seem far above your current ability. You’re ready to take your seat, but you realize that Solomon is sitting in the only chair. There should be extras in a room nearby, but he sighs loudly when you turn around to fetch one.

“Can I ask where you’re going?” he asks with a hint of impatience.

“I’m going to get another chair, but I’ll be right back,” you explain quickly, waiting by the door for his approval.

He seems disappointed and you don’t understand why at first, but then he pushes his chair back and pats his thigh invitingly. “If you need a place to sit, my lap is always an option, my darling apprentice.” 

You should be immune to his flirtatious banter by now, but the invitation is so surprising that it makes you sputter and rush away to find a chair that is most definitely not his lap. He chuckles quietly behind you, but by the time you drag another chair into the library, the lighthearted moment between you has passed.

He can be mischievous at times, but you know not to test his patience when his mood turns serious. 

With a flick of his wrist, one of the books with yesterday’s homework slides across the table towards him and you hurriedly take a seat at his side.

“Let’s see how much you’ve learned, shall we?”

After nearly an hour, you’re overwhelmed by the whiplash of his brutal criticism and genuine encouragement. He is relentless as a teacher, correcting you with a firm tone when you can’t recite incantations or complex rituals perfectly from memory. The warm praise he offers when you do answer his questions correctly soothes your rattled nerves like a balm.

You lean back with a sigh and glance at Solomon who’s grown silent next to you. There’s a strange intensity in his gaze that makes you want to hide from his scrutiny. The tense moment passes and he says you’re advancing ahead of schedule. You can’t help how your cheeks grow warm at his appraisal and the pleased twinkle in his eye.

You had fair warning at the beginning of your apprenticeship that he wouldn’t tolerate laziness, disappointment, or failure from you; knowing that you’re exceeding his expectations makes you unspeakably happy. He’s more than a teacher to you, and above all else, you know he considers you a friend - and that’s not a word a man like Solomon uses lightly.

Lately, he seems even more daring as he teases along the boundary that separates friendship and something more romantic. From the early days of your acquaintance, his wisdom and strength gave you comfort and stability. You can’t help but feel uncertain now that he’s becoming noticeably more affectionate.

When it comes to Solomon, you know nothing is ever what it seems. You deflect his flirting and dodge his wandering hands with shaky resolve while you try to piece together the truth behind his intentions. It would be so easy to give into the temptation, to let him guide you down another new path in your relationship, but you don’t want to risk heartache later if your assumptions about his feelings for you are incorrect.

Solomon pushes his chair away from the table abruptly and it shakes you from your thoughts. He collects some of the books into his arms and he heads towards the towering wall of shelves behind you.

“I’ll put these away so you can take a short break before we begin today’s lesson,” he offers. He must be in a good mood because he’s humming cheerfully while he returns his books to their proper places.

You’re about to escape to the kitchen to make tea for both of you when he makes a questioning noise. As though he senses your curious gaze on his back, he says without turning around, “I left one of the books on the table. Would you be a dear and hand it to me?”

It’s the smallest book you were given to read after yesterday’s lesson, pushed out of the way early on once he was satisfied you had absorbed its contents. You reach for it but it seems to slide out from under your fingers and further away across the table. You frown and lean forward with your hand stretched out as far as you can manage. Your palm smacks against bare wood as the book slides away yet again.

In one last-ditch effort, you’re on the tips of your toes and nearly flat against the table; you grin triumphantly when you finally have the cover trapped under your fingertips. Your victory is short-lived when an unexpected weight brushes against your back. It causes you to jerk suddenly and the book slips from under your tentative hold. You groan in frustration when it falls over the other side of the table and flops onto the floor.

“I’ve wanted to bend you over my desk like this for days,” a low voice whispers into your ear. 

You’re stunned when you realize Solomon is standing behind you, leaning over you and resting his palms on the table so his arms cage your body in place. You can feel the heat of his body against your back, but he’s not quite touching you. It doesn't matter if he's touching you or not - you're still trapped beneath him.

“You were moving the book on purpose,” you mumble in embarrassment. Your mouth is dry and your cheeks burn when you realize the suggestive position you’re both in. You can’t turn to look at him without bumping against his chest so you hang your head in defeat instead.

It’s not the first time you’ve fallen for one of his tricks and it won't be the last.

One of Solomon’s hands strokes your hip and you try not to squirm. “It was an amusing game at first,” he admits and you know from his tone that he’s smiling. You feel his chest press against your back when he moves closer. His nose is in your hair, and you hear him breathe in deeply. His exhale is a sigh that tickles your ear. “But now that I have you like this, I’m not willing to let you go so easily.”

You try to ignore the hand that’s slowly making its way under your shirt. “Maybe we should talk about this first,” you suggest, but your voice is shaking and your protest sounds weak.

Solomon tuts disapprovingly like your suggestion is barely worth responding to. His fingers make their way across your waist and follow the slope of your belly, squeezing the soft folds of skin with the tiniest bit of pressure that sets your nerves ablaze.

Every time you start to doubt why he’s attracted to you, he distracts you - with murmured desires in your ear, his fingers searching for the places on your body that are most sensitive - and you know he’s doing it on purpose to prove his point.

He continues exploring your chest, rubbing over the pact marks etched into your skin like his touch can erase them. He doesn’t care that his body is littered with the evidence of his own pacts, but jealousy makes his blood boil when he thinks about others having a claim over you. Mine, he thinks when he gives into the temptation to grind against you, letting you feel your effect on him, the way his feelings for you rob him of nearly all self-control.

“Solomon, please—” you plead desperately; whether you want him to keep going or to stop is impossible to say at this point. You’re drowning in the heat of his body so close to yours, the frustration you can feel radiating from him in waves, the possessive hold he has on you.

“You’re mine,” he seethes between gritted teeth, crushing your body to his as he continues to move against you. His hands are exploring freely now, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise, kneading your soft flesh in apology after. He nips at your throat and drags his teeth against your shoulder. He bites down harder than he intends when he hears the first soft, breathy whimper escape you.

When you finally start to move, pushing your hips back against his, it rips a guttural moan from him and snaps the last tethers of his restraint. There’s a hand fisted in your hair and he pulls your mouth towards his. It’s less of a kiss and more of a heated exchange of needy, panting breaths as your quiet moans echo his own desperate sounds. He manages to draw your bottom lip into something resembling a kiss - the first kiss between you - and it gives you a moment of clarity.

“Not here,” you plead against his lips with the last bit of coherency you can muster. You’ve imagined what it might be like to finally give in to him, but you don’t want your first time together to be on an old, uncomfortable desk in his library. 

He seems to understand exactly what it is you want - like he always does -  because his body stutters to a halt and he presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. He moves back enough to turn you around in his arms, and the lustful haze that darkens your eyes makes him powerless to resist you. He pulls you against him and he feels your hands clench in the back of his shirt like you’re afraid he’ll disappear. He brushes his lips against yours, a silent promise that he’s never going to let you go.

“Next time,” he teases with a wicked grin before teleporting you both to his bedroom with an audible pop.

read more: solomon masterlist | obey me masterlist

[nishikiace]

second half of the sub!strawhats hcs 😩 no chopper for obvious reasons, brook is written for his living body

sub! strawhats

[grand line crew, spoilers up to ch.1051]

Warnings: dom!reader, gn!reader, allusions to amab anatomy (can be read as strap)

[p1] p2

[masterlist]

♀️

Vivi

(inexperience, intimacy, dirty talk)

being as driven by emotion and morality as her, its unlikely she has experienced herself, especially given the expectations placed on her as a princess

start slow because she wouldn't be able to handle much yet. she wants to understand what she needs at her own pace

lay between her thighs! she will moan with every inexperienced convulsion of her hips - you don't have to move, just press her down, because she just can't control how her body is wanting to feel more. let her grind against you

lean down and whisper dirty talk into her ear when she's under you like this. tell her how deep you'll fuck her and the noises you'll force her to make, only for you. the closeness of your bodies lets you feel her nipples stiffen against you and her cunt heat up and soak through her clothes

please just completely consume her and make her feel safe. she wants to be enveloped by you, pressed down deep into a mattress with your arms and legs locking her own. naked, clothed, it doesn't matter when you can feel every moan and scream she makes as you push deep inside

she can never hide her reactions - she's too open about herself, too vocal to hide from you

Robin

(seduction, shower sex, edging, guided masturbation)

this woman knows what she's doing to you, and she knows what to do with herself. she did not climb ranks by being naive, and she's learned a lot about her tastes along the way

robin loves flirting with you and setting the stage. she's all about delayed gratification and spends her time using her devil fruit to brush against you with a secretive smile, and let your eyes follow the smooth curve of her hips pressing against yours

tempting you gets her impossibly hot and dripping all day because she knows the payoff will be twice as messy

her favourite time of the day is when she showers with you, with one leg over you and arms around your neck. grip the skin of her wet, shining hip and slick inner thigh, real tight - and pull her spread pussy onto your sex. she makes the prettiest moans in your ear when you don't let her close your legs and rub into her in firm circles, under the shower spray

if i mentioned all the uses she finds for her devil fruit, it would be a thesis

but robin especially enjoys when she's exposed and spread out in front of you while you command her to edge herself. masturbation becomes much more intense for her when you guide her to pinch at her own clit and fingerfuck herself with the angle your hand would reach, by her own ability

control when she gets to cum with your voice and words alone. she loves the sound of her own pussy reacting to that dominance

♂️

Franky

(toys, transhumanism, blowjobs)

he's an inventor and he often creates untested toys. the testing is when you volunteer to help him out and use him as the experiment

somehow he's always so surprised when his creations make him cry when they're held tight to his reddened cock. but maybe thats because you're the one who applies the pressure

to the surprise of absolutely no one, this man is incredibly loud, and something about the touch of your skin against him makes him shaky at every thrust. the thought of him, a man built by his own design, reduced to so animalistic and human always makes him whine and flush to dizziness

don't get it wrong though - he's confident in the body he has created, and not inexperienced either. franky can prove that by taking you impossibly deep in his mouth and looking up at you through those teary long lashes

slide your hands into his speedos in a not-so-private place and he combusts. he's built for this, though. literally

Brook

(manhandling, flexibility, exhibitionism)

when still alive in his prime, brook definitely got fucked like he was paid for it - he was a skinny twink with a guitar and a sense of humor

and when you get your hands on him, please manhandle him into any position you want. push those thin limbs in contortions that leave him unable to clamp shut at your staring and touching

brook loves having this weakness for you, and getting taken advantage of in a way that leaves him used, sore and shaking. the way you bend his body in half just to hit deeper inside makes him want to cry

he knows he'll feel every stretch the next morning

he's definitely a showman and loves the attention he gets, in every way. he would really enjoy sexual pda with you and feeling your hands explore every crease between his thighs and ass and he isn't embarassed to show that love with his voice in your ear

did he wear panties when he was alive?

Jinbei

(handjobs, fishman anatomy, intimacy)

a seasoned man who has lived through a lot, jinbei is still very traditional. he's all about honour and respectability in his personal moral code, which definitely bends a little when he's ambushed by you

he has a very big heart and would not be cut out for something casual. he seeks out loyalty in his life so only then will he allow any intimacy to blossom

which is somewhat funny in retrospect, when you listen to his gasps and grunts and watch his thick build shake as you jerk off both of his hard cocks at different speeds. he is traditional - new to the contrasting madness you introduce his body to

he's so pretty too. purple blush high on his cheeks and completely soft in your hands. he loves when you take it slow and passionate and gives out the most gorgeous vocal gasps when he's about to cum

trad wife jinbei

Yamato

(praise kink, anal, hairpulling)

yamato is still discovering a lot about himself in canon, and around you. like zoro, he is too focused on his goals and self aspirations to indulge in the things that make him feel so... heated, when he's near you

you have to praise him like a little puppy between every kiss because he's out of his depth with how good this feels, and can only confess so many times before he needs to hear you acknowledge his efforts and validate him

he'll grind on your lap and move things too fast and try pulling on your clothes, but you don't have to take it slow with him - teach him

one thing yamato definitely learns, you find, is the sensitivity of his rim. his trembling moans and babbling only increase with your fingers teasing his hole and he arches his back so beautifully, fat ass raised like an animal when he wants to push your fingers deeper

he loves when you pull at his hair and fuck into him from behind. he wails and rolls back his eyes if you grab him by the horns and fuck his body at a punishing pace, hips loudly slapping into his red ass

he's addicted to the feeling of his own slick dripping down to his stretched hole, and he thanks you for it in dazed mutters and weak whines

[h4sanz]

ichor.

pairings: nikolai gogol x f!reader

warnings: smut, roleplay, hints of primal prey, intense knife and blood play, dumbification, degredation, name calling, brat taming, impact play, dacryphilia, manhandling, bondage, major consensual non-consent, hints of dub con

word count: 1.4k

a/n: started writing this late 2022 and finally finished LOL. deleted and rewrote this SO many times, but finally got a result i liked ;)

your heart is pounding in your chest as you hear footsteps approaching. they still for a moment while you try to breathe as quietly as possible so he doesn’t hear.

you almost let out a sigh of relief when you hear those light footsteps again as they fade away. holding your chest with your hand, you use the other to quietly push the door open.

“there you are.” you freeze. but he walked away… is all you can think as he slowly steps towards you. you whimper when you feel the cold steel touch your lips. “you think you can hide from me? hm, you really are stupid.”

“k–kolya.. wh..” you’re cut off by the white-haired man shushing you, a finger against the grin on his lips. tsk, tsk, tsk. you never seem to learn, he thinks, jotting down a mental note to go over his rules again, later.

anxiety courses throughout your entire body, leaving you paralyzed. you knew better than to try to fight back, the man’s ability rendering any sort of attack from you useless; and that’s just how he wanted it. a monster: what every person who’s had some sort of encounter with him seems to think about him. the silence is tense, dragging out the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach whilst nikolai… enjoyed it? the disdain on your face amuses him; and that thought makes you sick, knowing he is getting off on your terror.

a loud cackle makes you shiver in fear, your eyes snapping towards his humored face as he throws his head back. “ah, even if you’re stupid, you’re still the most adorable human i have ever come across,” nikolai comments as he takes notice of the way your thighs just ever-so-slightly squeeze together. the knife glides across your lip, scraping towards the apple of your cheek. the glimmer of the steel shines in your eyes, the reflection of yellow irises barring into you.

wincing, your face scrunches up in pain at the sharp sting on your face, a trail of blood beginning to fall as you hold in a cry. a burning sensation then takes over, the feeling of wetness sliding along the bright red mark on your portrait. “who knew blood could taste so good..” he remarks, now dragging his finger over the wound, gathering the blood on his fingertip before rubbing it against his thumb.

nikolai begins writing on the other side of your face, the letters messy and almost unintelligible due to the messy ink. ‘mine.’

fingers are shoved into your mouth, a metallic taste clashing with your tastebuds. a moan slips out of your throat and through his digits, just barely loud enough to make him throb between his legs.

when he pulls his fingers from your wet cavern, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder before making his way towards the room. you thrash against him, kicking your legs and banging on his back while sobbing out soft pleads for mercy. “kolya! pl–ease.. don’t, i promise i’ll be good!” you beg once he reaches the entrance to the room he’d gotten made specially just for you. “baby, i promise i won’t do it again. please don— ah!” a cry shatters out of you as you hit the ground with a deep thud.

you quickly scramble to sit on your butt, your arms holding you up whilst staring at him with tears in your eyes. “i don’t remember saying you could talk, let alone tell me what to do.” he lifts his shoe to rest on your crotch before deeply pressing down. a shiver crawls up your spine when the metallic blade suddenly appears against your throat, pressing into the skin, but not hard enough to pierce it. “the more you act like this, the more difficult it’ll be for you.”

“m’ sorry, kolya.”

he laughs at the whimper that falls from your lips as you apologize, crouching down to forcefully make you face him. “i know, darling. but you still need to be dealt with accordingly.” you’re once again being hoisted up onto his shoulder, hanging lifelessly in defeat.

it feels like hours before you’re dropped onto the leather doctor’s office-like chair. you beg nikolai with your eyes one last time, causing him to shoot you a dirty look as if to say ‘don’t you dare’.

you don’t even notice you’re fully strapped down until you reach to feel the cut on your skin, hands and ankles bound to leather cuffs. “no use trying to get them off. there’s no where to run.” he clearly finds pleasure in being condescending, always making sure to assert his dominance and position of superiority over you.

the tip of the weapon trails along your abdomen, inching closer and closer to your to your core, stopping right below your navel.

the steel spins, the tip digging into your skin ever-so-slightly just before it trails even lower, aiming for your thigh. it digs down, causing a prick of blood to bubble up, then gliding it across the expanse of your upper leg, leaving a thick trail of your ichor. you scream out in a pained cry, your whole body tensing. this cut is much deeper and larger than the previous one on your cheek, the pain almost unbearable.

“oh, what a wonderful view. however, i bet the sight of you coming because of our mixed blood would be absolutely delightful, my kryhitko.” suddenly, the knife scrapes across his fourarm, the delicious blood dripping directly onto your cut.

fingers then trace the fresh wound of yours, smearing the fluid around the perimeter. the now drenched appendages make their way towards your pulsing core, slowly beginning to draw up and down your folds. you hate how wet you are—how turned on you are because of the heiness acts the white haired clown is committing.

“you seem to be enjoying this almost as much as i am,” he smirks at you before slowly inserting his fingers. they softly graze the walls of your core, the slightest amount of pressure making you twitch. gliding in and out of you, they curl ever-so-slightly, reaching towards your g-spot. nikolai begins to rub slow circles on your clit, in a massage-like pattern. he’s mesmerized; the color of your blood and slick combining look so delicious on his fingers; the way you flutter when he applies pressure on your most sensitive spot; the lustful look in your eyes as he works wonders on your body–all of it. he’s absolutely enthralled with you. and the way you so gracefully murmur his name helps not one bit.

the sound of your cunt fills his ears–one of the greatest sounds he’s ever heard, to tell the truth; everything about you drives him wild. the closer you get to release, the louder your pants and whines get. when you start to buck your hips up towards him, he slows his pace but continues to go even deeper inside of you.

you’re getting close to your release when he stops, removing all hands from you.

when he sees the pout in your eyes, he looks at you mockingly, “aw, so close, weren’t you?—well you know the rules. no coming until i say so, dove.” a sigh falls from you, almost like a groan, but your face stays still, knowing if you look at him a certain way, things will get ten times worse for you.

once your breathing has calmed, pleasure begins to start building up once again, harsher than before.

and then—

it’s gone: again.

his torture continues for what feels like hours to you: bringing you to the brink of release, then removing all contact from you. you can’t even remember how many times he’s done this, already, but it’s got to be at least more than five.

your impending orgasm begins to build up, urging you so, so close until it storms over you like a tsunami. your eyes are blurry, scrunched up in fixation whilst your whole body convulses due to the pleasure. words spill from your mouth, like ‘sorry’ and ‘please’. however, your mind is still just barely conscious enough to realize your fate; your fate that is in the hands of a clown, a man who loves tormenting more than anything. and for a moment, his smile quivers in ire.

“oh, my sweet dove,” he coos softly into your ear, feigning sympathy; although irritation discernible in his voice.

the apologies coming from you slip right past him. you think you deserve forgiveness? absolutely not. and he’ll be sure to help you understand that.

sorry abt the shitty ending (◞‸◟) but if you made it here , thx sm for reading !! tis my first (fully completed) one shot ;> so feedback more than welcome! feel free to dm with any tips :]

© h4sanz 2024

[stnexus]

smile for me daddy!

18+, NSFW, Minors DNI

spider-man noir x slightly dom!reader

summary: peter lets you take the lead.

word count: 760+

edging, teasing, fem bodied reader, use of ‘daddy’, unprotected sex

peter parker always seemed on top of things. he is always on top of things. a level headed hero to his beloved universe — heroism seemed to seep from his pores. and that level of determination and leadership crossed over into his everyday life, leaving little room for rest and the ability to let go.

but with you, all thoughts of the outside washed away. his brain drifted into a land of bliss with each waking moment spent by your side. his only focus was being a gentleman at all times with you, something he had been taught to live up to his whole life.

which he always managed well. well except for in the bedroom. whether he was in the dominant or submissive position his words could become riddled with swears and absolute fucking filth.

Just like the situation at hand at this very moment.

“(Y/N), let me cum for fucks sake, you little fucking tease,”

see he had gotten himself into a comprising situation. letting you tie his arms to the bed, his legs moving randomly at times in order to touch you in some way, peter felt helpless. it had been hours spent like this — three hours to be exact, but it felt like a lifetime to him. your lips wrapped around his cock in the most enticing way.

“you know the rules,” you smiled sweetly, “i’ll let you cum when I feel like it.”

he looked like a beautiful mess. peter’s hair was a jostled, his circle framed glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as sweat began to form. every time his moans veered off into whining you would pull away from him, a lewd pop sounding from your lips as you’d smirk. his orgasm being ripped away at every attempt. he wished he could wipe that smirk off your face, switch the roles for just a moment.

“(Y/N) i swear, when I get out of these ties- shiiit,” his threats were cut short by your lips wrapping around his cock once more. your hand stroking at whatever you couldn’t take. your free hand reached down to play at your aching clit through your underwear that clung to the wetness between your legs.

looking up at peter with watery eyes, you slightly groaned and rolled your eyes in feigned annoyance. he had began attempting to silence his whimpering by biting at his bottom lip, eyes never leaving your own almost in a way of silently pleading. but as the swollen mushroom head of his cock left your mouth for the nth time you swore you heard him let out a sob.

“come on daddy, you can take it,” you coo’d teasingly as you got on top of him. your legs on either side of his thighs. leaning your head down to place a kiss on his lips, you snaked your hand between the two of you and pulled your underwear aside.

Never breaking the kiss, you’re hand went down to grab at his cock. Simply stroking him for a few seconds — his tip grazing against your needy bundle of nerves a few times as you hovered over him. Until you lined him up with your entrance and began to lower yourself slowly.

his lips stuttered against your own as a series of whines fell from his mouth. no doubt from the sensitivity that comes with edging. his entrance was nothing to giggle about either, it seemed like your cunt dragged along every vein possible as he stretched you out and his tip nestled itself right against your most sensitive spot as you reached the hilt. even if you tried you wouldn’t have been able to hide the drawn out moan you let out as you pulled your lips away from his.

“fuuck, peter you feel so good,” it was your turn to let out an almost embarrassing whine as you left little to no time in between bouncing on his cock. but it sure didn’t seem embarrassing with the way he looked at you like you had just hung the moon and stars. the moans that left his lips were like a profoundly written love song.

“(Y/N)…baby I’m…” his words could barely leave his lips but you already understood. In his messy state you grabbed at his chin, your nails slightly digging into his skin as you tilted his head towards you.

the words that left your mouth soon after was like being freed from a curse.

“come on, show me that pretty smile when you cum for me daddy,” you coaxed as your cunt repeatedly took him in. in his fucked out stated he bared his teeth, glasses repositioning themselves on his face as they fogged slightly.

and just like that — you could feel his ropes of cum released into your warmth, peter’s eyes rolling as he let go. his face alone leading you into your own release. you swore you could see stars as you clung to him, your arms wrapped around him in a hug as he kissed anywhere he could reach. alternating between your neck and chest as you calmed down.

[tachimichishrine]

Please I am begging, I can’t get over just how perfect Tachihara would be with the whole ghost face trend. Please please please

<what. what if I told you I wholeheartedly agree. throws my headcanons and love at you>

"scream for me"

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tachihara michizou x fem! reader {ghostface trend} hcs

warnings: nsfw ; kitchen sex ; knife play ; intended lowercase ; cursing; unedited so unedited i wrote this half asleep thinking abt being pussy drunk on tachi pls forgive me

manz is a SPY. he's done undercover work and wears a disguise 24/7 (his disguise is a goddamn bandaid but he's hot so we let it slide) he adores getting dressed up

I think he'd be really bad at taking it serious though

100% he gets very childish about things like birthdays, holidays, halloween bc he didn't get that kind of experience with his family when he was younger (womp womp :/)

the hunting dogs obviously don't have anything to do with halloween so imagine his surprise when he caught the port mafia hq covered in spider webs and blood.

the blood was likely real

elise was the one who insisted on it, and if she insists, everyone is wearing cat ears and fake vampire fangs.

chuuya was a vampire the dude definitely had practice

he was definitely in the spooky scary spirit when he had his head on your lap, one hand sliding under and up between your thighs like a pillow and watching scream

i KNOW he felt just the teeny tiniest insecurity when you started calling certain scenes really hot but he tried, really hard, to ignore it.

got a little too comfortable and sleepy when you starting running your fingers through his hair and found himself letting out a yelp at the stupidest jumpscares

you teased him for it all night

"do you think I'd survive in one of those horror movies?" you asked later that night, curled up in bed.

"your dumbass would probably trip and kill yourself on a kitchen knife while making breakfast."

"well, fuck you."

"only if you insist" said with his trademark grin.

you got him back by playing into his jumpiness and hiding around every corner, even when you're on missions

you sprung out with a dramatic ghost-like scream (holding back laughter) on one important mission and the man almost shot you

like he pulled the trigger and everything and had to use his ability to keep the bullet from drilling a hole in your stupid skull.

you toned down the pranks after that.

however, it did give him an idea.

he started using his ability to set up the mood for payback by making metal doors creak or scraping chair legs on the ground slowly

a chill physically ran up your spine when you were walking hand in hand and the front door of an empty "for sale" store slammed open, then shut.

maybe he liked it a little how you squeezed his hand when he did that

maybe he liked it a little when you punched him on the shoulder as you realized it was just his antics

but he sure as hell liked it when you roughly smacked his naked ass and shoved his face into the sheets later that night to teach him a lesson

you liked his screams more like that anyways

tachihara was nowhere to be found after you disappeared into the shower trying to wash off all the smeared cum he'd left on your body. you already thought it was strange that he didn't join you even when you offered, but it was even weirder when you came out in nothing but a towel, and the bed was empty.

"michi, I know you're tryin' to be cute or whatever and scare me, but you're not very subtle about it," you giggled, ditching the underwear to just put on some shorts and one of his shirts. your body bounced onto the mattress that was still warm from your bodies, still smelling like sex and gunpowder. the covers were thrown over you and snuggled into and you waited patiently.

it was amusing, at first.

it was annoying after 10 minutes.

you'd gone on your phone, scrolling listlessly to pass the time while you waited for him to finish up whatever stupid prank he was planning so you could get back to sleep, but a whole half hour had passed and it was beginning to feel a little wrong. you weren't worried (he kicked your ass in training too many times for you not to know how strong he was), but sure as hell curious as to what was going on. it was the spooky season, after all, and there was no harm in indulging a little bit; you dialed his number and heard it ring from somewhere in the apartment.

he was really trying to set it up for you, huh? cute. you figured you'd play along.

the phone was vibrating from the kitchen counter, and you picked it cautiously, glancing around you to find out from where your boyfriend was inevitably going to try to jump at you. you heard a chair move, and your eyes darted to look over in that direction out of instinct.

of course a hand clasped around your mouth and another pulled your waist backwards. you bit his gloved hand playfully to get him to let you go and just giggled, shoving your hips back onto him teasingly and trying to flip around to get a look at him.

your entire body got slammed onto the kitchen counter, hair pulled back in one harsh movement

oh fuck.

you didn't think you'd be bent over so fast, his hips already grinding into your ass while the thin, cheap plastic of his mask rubbed against your cheek, his husky voice laying out every lewd thing you both knew you were thinking. from the way his body was leaning onto you, you guessed that he was shirtless and wearing just about the tightest, low-cut pants known to man being held up by a belt (there was definitely a thick belt; you felt the buckle poke into your lower back every time he'd grind too hard)

"michzou..." you didn't have any problems with what he was doing, but loose fingers were touching your body all over and the thin shorts you'd thrown on previously without a second thought were soaking with every word he'd rasp out. "michi, stop playin' around, I-"

it seems your simple ask got you manhandled again, and both gloved hands were now on your thighs, lifting you up to sit you down on the counter so he could rub against you from the front. it was hard to take it seriously and you let out a giggle when you watched him loom over you with the ghostface mask on, trying to be serious. your fingers went to dig into his shoulders as your hips rolled, back arched trying to feel him better.

he sighed, groaning and trying to slip off the mask when he realized it wasn't having the effect he wanted, but you flicked it back on.

"just because I'm laughing doesn't mean I don't think this is fuckin' hot," you reassured him, ironically chuckling again, and this spurred him to grab your hands and pin them above your head on the cabinets above.

"can't believe you liked gettin' fucked by a masked man this much." his voice was deeper than it usually was but god did it get you throbbing. your legs wrapped around his hips, trying to regain control without your hands.

you quipped back with a sly grin. "would be better if you actually fucked me."

shit, you knew just what to say to get him riled up. he let your hands go to pull off your useless shorts which already had splotches of your arousal, and you seized the opportunity to unbuckle his belt, slide your fist into his pants and pull him out.

getting fucked senseless by your masked boyfriend on the kitchen counter at 3 in the morning was not on your schedule for halloween.

"you know," you mused, your pace slowing once the build up had passed but still rocking yourself on him, "usually the victims try to fight back."

"the fuck does that me-"

the cold metal of a knife poked and teased the exposed skin on his neck, and you felt a little irritated you couldn't see his shock through the mask. "c'mon, you've had your fun, baby, it's my turn."

he wanted to play the part, he really did, but before he could try to resist you had him gently sliced into streaks of red, teeth marks coating his body and his tongue gagging on blood-stained fingers from under the mask. your legs were still secured around his hips, fucking into him slowly and deeply, and every guttural groan that echoed out in the hollow apartment was good enough to keep you going while his body tensed up with rigid muscles and heavy breaths.

he couldn't take it anymore once the searing sting of you smearing his blood on his skin mixed in with the pleasure of dragging against your tightly clenched walls, and he murmured a curse before discarding the mask, messily kissing you with groaning lips buried into your neck once he finally got enough air to pant your name.

ah, the dumbass. he really tried to get you to play along but it was hard when you had him under your thumb. maybe next year, he'd try again.

[tyler-lawson]

The Steam Tunnels - Part 2 - March!

Scott slowly turned back to face me, his chains jingling, the leg irons scraping on the concrete floor. He hunched his shoulders and pulled his arms in close, doing his best to shield his naked chest. As best he could, he started to cross his arms across his stomach, sort of hugging himself in a self-soothing position.

"Well, Scott. You already know them, but, I still need to read you your rights. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can not afford one, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?"

"Yes, sir." He said, submissively, hanging his head and continuing to wrap his arms around himself as much as the short chain between his wrists allowed.

"How much trouble am I in, sir?"

"A lot. I don't know what all is going to happen to you, but, for now, I am going to have to take you back to the station."

I grab his arm, and start to pull him away from the door.

"Ow, ow, ow. This ankle cuff is really cutting into my heel." Scott whines, and he bends over trying to adjust the cuff on his ankle.

"You can adjust it as much as you want, but I am not loosening it.”

He fiddles with his ankle for a while, as I slide the heavy door out of the way. When he bent down, he forgot that his hands were the only thing holding his large jeans up, and when he stood back up, his jeans slid down so they were completely below his boxer briefs. He caught them as they passed his thighs before they otherwise would have called all the way to his ankles.

He grabbed the waistband of his jeans, and held them as best he could. They had called so low that he could not pull them back up, as they were now bound by friction against the back of his legs.

"Can you help me adjust my jeans?" He asked, looking up at me with pleading eyes.

"Nope, you are just going to have to march across campus like that." I said, grabbing his arm and leading him into the steam tunnels, turning out the light in the storage room and closing the heavy metal door behind us.

"Please!" He begged. "Can you just stop for a second?"

"Nope." I responded, tugging him along down the tunnel. I spotted his torn shirt and belt, and retrieved them off of the bolts, before continuing on. I pulled him down the hallway, him slightly hunched desperately clinging on to his jeans hanging precariously around his thighs, tripping as his jeans and leg irons each restricted his movement.

When we got to the intersection of the main tunnel with the small offshoot headed to the math department, I noticed the hoodie he had borrowed from the department on the ground and picked it up, adding to my collection of his clothes hanging over my arm.

"Can I at least get my hoodie? Please? It is going to be so cold out there. You can just slide it over my arms."

"This is not _your_ hoodie." I retorted, "It belongs to the department, for use by department members. You are not a member in good standing anymore." I continued, tugging harder on his arm and making him slide and shuffle.

I unlock the metal-barred door, and walk him past it and lead him up the stairs. They are hard for him to navigate, as I pull him by his arm up the stairs, his shackles stymie his ability to quickly progress. The chain of his leg irons clatters loudly against each step, shattering the otherwise quiet of the building.

By the time he has managed to climb to the top of the stairs, the racket appears to have attracted the attention of some of the students working late at night in one of the labs, and several guys have now gathered in the hallway, watching me drag my prisoner through the building. They all pull out their phones and start taking pictures and videos of my half-naked captive sagging dangerously close to completely losing his pants.

Scott tries in vain to hide his face as he sees his fellow students documenting his humiliating arrest, knowing that within the hour his face and body are going to be plastered all over the campus messaging groups. He is unable to duck his face too much, as his hunched stance holding his pants up requires that he keep his back somewhat straight or his pants with hang down around his knees.

Scott's humiliation continues when we walk out of the building, and the small number of students walking around this late at night all stop to take notice. He shivers both from embarrassment and the night chill as he is walked shirtless and barely holding onto his pants across campus.

When we finally get to the police station, a small house that has been converted into a police station, I unlock the front door and walk him inside. We walk into the waiting room, with two plush chairs flanking the doorway. Ahead of us is the reception desk, currently unoccupied. Behind the desk, in full view of the waiting area is a small barred cage, 6ft in length and 4 feet wide. It has a metal bench with a bare mattress.

I walk Scott behind the reception desk, pull out my keys and start unlocking the door to the cage.

"What is going to happen to me now?" He asks, seemingly resigned to his fate. I maneuver him into the cage, and shut the door behind him, turning the key so that the heavy deadbolt snaps into place.

"Well, I can't do much until the chief gets in. So, you are going to at least be spending the night here."

"I am already caged up, can I get the shackles off?" He asks, holding his hands out expectantly towards me.

"Not right now. I will see when Sarge Gets in what his thoughts on the procedure should be. For now, just relax and get some sleep."

He sullenly accepts his fate, laying down on the mattress.

"Can I get some blankets or something?"

"I will go see what I can find."

Scott seems to have resigned himself to barely keeping his pants on, and just curls up in a ball facing the wall, his boxer brief covered butt sticking out.

***

A few hours go by, as I finish up the paperwork for this arrest and the rest of the night squad come in to finish their shift. Two officers come back, Sargeant Dan Owens and Officer Kevin Lo.

"What exactly was going through your mind, Scott." Sarg bellows in his practiced drill sargent tone.

Scott rouses from the nap he had fallen into with a start, quickly remembering that he is still shackled as he tries to bring his hands up to cover his core, the chains stretching to their max length and stopping with a snap. Scott turns over sitting on the bench, swinging his legs down to the floor.

"Stand up at attention!" Sarg continues.

Scott stands, completely forgetting that his pants are way too big for him. As he stands, letting his hands dangle in front of him, submissively, head hung slightly. His pants flop down around his ankles, leaving Scott standing barely clothed in just his boxer briefs. His hands hang just in front of his junk, shielding him slightly. Scott resignedly continues to stand, knowing that he would be reprimanded if he did anything but stand at attention.

"You were trusted with so much access responsibility. You let down me, you let down Officer Lawson, you let down your fellow students, and most of all, you let down yourself."

"Yes, sir." Scott mumbles. "I am sorry, sir."

"You darn well better be. And you had better learn a huge lesson from his. Because I don't want to ever see you back in here, shackled like this." SargE continues, in a complex form of controlled rage.

"Good work, Officer Lawson. This was a coup for your form of community policing. I am looking forward to what else you can do in this space."

"Thank you, Sargeant." I say, snapping to attention.

"Now, Chief and I have been talking. And we have a plan, if you, Officer, are interested in taking this operation further."

"Sir, yes, sir." I snap back, excited to hear what Sarge is thinking.

"And you, Scott." Sarge says, turning back to Scott, still standing at attention, hands covering his boxer brief-clad crotch. "If you help us out with his, you might just be able to redeem yourself."

Scott looks up, somewhat confused, but hope starting to cross his face.

"If you are both in, here is how it is going to go down."

(Continued thanks to @saggerjordancuffed for the pictures and inspiration for this story. I have a few other stories in the backlog that I am working on that I will post next. The next chapter in this story will be posted on Halloween.)

(I have a backlog of other stories I am working on, but, I intend to publish the next chapter of his story on Halloween.)

[kscriba]

"That video had seven million likes, Tyrone," Harriet whispers, already detecting glances in their direction.

"That means seven million people know that I've asked them to stay out of my business," he whispers back, even as the host trips over the carpet while looking over his shoulder to ogle them as he leads them to their seats.

By the time they order drinks and appetisers, paparazzi have already shown up. Harriet waves over the owner, who decided to wait on them personally. "I was just telling Tyrone about how terribly upsetting these observers are for a private moment. It makes the food taste sour, you know. I'd hate for the news of that to travel back to my dad."

The corners of the owner's lips lift, but his forehead shines under the candlelight. "Your father?"

Ty hides a smile behind a glance of wine. "Jayce Wade? Your dad wouldn't say anything bad about this place, surely. You know what they say, his pen can make or break a restaurant."

The owner smacks his lips together, nodding vigorously. He snaps his fingers and three servers come over. "Get the paparazzi out. In fact, clear out all the customers. These two have requested private dining."

"But—"

"Do it!"

Harriet watches the commotion with a smile. "I don't usually like to use my parents' names as leverage, but it's very satisfying when I do. I feel bad for the other customers, though."

"They'll figure out a way to make up for it," Ty says, as the doors lock. "I don't know if Harper's video was clear enough, but I'm leaving no room for misinterpretation, Harriet. I want to be with you. Now. If you still want me, that is."

Harriet glances around wildly. "Right here? I guess the restaurant is empty—"

"No, that's not what I meant!"

Harriet snorts, enjoying the faint colour rising to Ty's face. "I'm joking, Tyrone. Just exercising the ol' acting bone. This is all I've wanted. To go to dinner with you—you know, other than shovelling back leftovers at the restaurant after a long shift."

"Harper is planning on taking a break from social media. She's offered to pay for the four of us to go to Mount Komorebi and enjoy a vacation. Spend some time together before you head back to school. Would you like that?"

"Absolutely." A violinist and pianist begin a duet on the restaurant's small stage, and she holds out her hand. "Let's dance."

"I guess we'll have to ask Jayce to give this place a five star review," Ty laughs, pulling her into his arms.

"He wouldn't. He's the picture of honesty. But maybe I can convince him to be extra favourable in his review."

She sinks into his arms, the pair barely moving around the dance floor, until she pulls his face down for a kiss. "I can do this all I want now, right?"

He kisses her back, hard.

"And this?" She nibbles at his ear, her lips working down his neck, hand sliding up his thigh.

"I will not play a part in you losing your virginity on a restaurant floor. You know how dirty those get."

"Then should I ask the manager—hey! How do you know I'm a virgin?"

"Harper. You know, you were pretty much the only topic of conversation between Harper and I this past year. I know she's terrible at showing it, but she really loves you." 

Harriet sighs. "I was hoping you'd say you have a sixth sense for virgins."

"That too. You only gain it after impregnating one-hundred women."

"I guess you also gain the ability to kill the mood in five seconds flat."