#but ooooh sometimes I was grinding my teeth let's just say

[daisydisciple]

ok so I'm the new choir director in my ysa ward and we sang today and it turned out really good and a bunch of people came up to me (both in the choir and not) and thanked me for putting it together and the bishop texted me and thanked me and ✨💕✨🌸🎵✨ anyway it's just nice to be appreciated bc I did put in a lot of effort and it didn't feel so much like pulling teeth getting people to come like last time I was choir director in my last ward and like. yeah just doing my calling I'm happy to do it but everyone was being so nice to me :)

[minisugakoobies]

Sunny, can I send this in with paradise!jk and oc? 👀

How do you expect me to “keep it down” when you’re out here telling me about the various ways you fuck yourself with the toys you’ve bought?

Ooooh, yes you can, Jess!! Thank you for asking for some Paradise!JK. Let's say this is an outtake from Chapter 12 - set during the week sometime after their movie night but before their day at the dog park 👀

Sorry this is so long. I, uh, couldn't stop. 💕

Title: Can I Watch? Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Paradise!AU, neighbors to lovers, smut Rating: M(18+) Warnings: dirty texts, sex toys, talking about masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation (f + m), cumshot, i'm covering my face in shame over this one

It's nearly 2 am when you hear his door open.

You hadn't meant to stay up so late, but you'd been unable to unwind all evening, keyed up from work. Again. Finally, desperate for some sleep, you'd turned to your newest toy for some help.

Since that night with Jungkook, when he'd helped you find release with Lil' Jackson Wang, your favorite vibrator, you'd found yourself adding to your collection during a few late night shopping binges. You told yourself that it had nothing to do with your neighbor; you just wanted to give yourself a little more variety.

It's funny how you lie to yourself sometimes.

Thanks to the incredibly thin walls between you, you can hear when Jungkook's bed squeaks under his weight. He's probably exhausted, if he's climbing directly into bed. But that doesn't stop you from texting.

You: How was work?

Kookie 🦌: exhausting but good

Kookie 🦌: what are you doing up jagi?

You: Can't sleep

Kookie 🦌: poor baby

Kookie 🦌: need me to help you again?

You grin, stretching. Remembering the crazy intense orgasm you'd had with his help. The one you just had a few minutes ago was nice, but… thinking back to that night, you can't help but want more.

You: Actually, I just had some help

You: From one of my new little friends that I just got

Kookie 🦌: oh yeah? you got some new friends?

Kookie 🦌: you trying to make me jealous?

You: Maybe. Is it working?

Kookie 🦌: yes

You laugh.

Kookie 🦌: so which friend did you play with tonight?

Quickly, you snap a photo of the little pink pad that's still resting on your bed.

Kookie 🦌: huh. what's that guy do?

You: It's a vibrating pad

You: I ride it

There's a slight pause, and then you hear a low "fuck" groaned through the wall.

You: I heard that

Kookie 🦌: can't help it

Kookie 🦌: so you just grind on that thing?

You: Uh-huh. I rub myself on it til I cum

You: Feels really good when I roll my hips just right

"Shit!" This time, it's not a groan, it's a loud whimper.

You: Shhh, keep it down! You'll wake the rest of the floor

Kookie 🦌: how do you expect me to “keep it down” when you’re out here telling me about the various ways you fuck yourself with the toys you’ve bought?

You start and erase a few times, then finally get a swell of courage and finish your thought.

You: I didn't even tell you the best part

Kookie 🦌: fuck, what??

You: I pretend it's your thigh I'm riding

"Jagi." His voice is broken, the wall between you doing nothing to disguise his desire.

Kookie 🦌: baby

Kookie 🦌: can i watch?

You: Now?

"Please."

You sit up, heart pounding. As soon as your thumbs hit the screen, you jump out of bed, hurrying to unlock your front door.

When he comes in, you're already on the pad. You're topless, but you'd put on your favorite silky panties, partly for the sensation of the satin against your sensitive skin, but also to give him a good show.

Jungkook is shirtless, tattooed arm already gripping himself through his boxers as he stares at you with hooded eyes. Bottom lip caught between his teeth, he pulls his cock free, stroking firmly while you grind.

Part of you wants to stop, get up, yank him onto the bed. Mount him instead of the toy. But you feel so alive under his heated gaze, electrified by his panting breaths, his shameless moans, that you don't. You keep going, rolling your cunt faster and faster, and he speeds up as well, never once looking away.

Your climax hits fast, your body shuddering suddenly, and you collapse forward, digging your fingers into your sheets as you literally ride it out.

"K-kookie," you choke out, the only word you've said since he walked in, and he groans, hips jerking as he fucks his fist harder.

"Jagi, fuck, you're gonna make me cum."

Lost in your lustful daze, you open your mouth. Jungkook groans again, and before you can blink, his release is splattered over your cheeks and lips, dripping down your throat.

"Shit," he sighs, slumping against your wall. Your high abates, and you realize you're sitting there with cum sliding down your face. And so does Jungkook. "Oh shit, jagi, hold on."

He grabs a washcloth from your bathroom and gently wipes your face as you giggle, feeling oddly shy. He laughs too, and tosses the cloth on your nightstand before pulling you into his arms, rolling the two of you so you're lying with your head on his chest. You're wondering how to ask him if he'll stay with you when he speaks up.

"So… what other new friends did you get?"

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[emmies-archives]

Emmieee 👀 I’m Bum’s ♥️ nonnie~ Can I be your ♥️ nonnie too? 🤔 I reaaally want to suck, nibble, lick and play with the big tiddies boys committees’... Tits. 👁👁 I know Iwa would be embarrassed when you called his meaty pecs that but he won’t be thinking about it anymore cuz you’re going to make him lose his mind...

So, can I please (🥺🥺🥺) have hcs of nipple play with Iwa, USHI (nddhjd), Bokuto? 😩 I wanna know if we can make them cum by only that dhsbsn. You can add another one of your choosing but hhhh those three men... I wanna make them wear cow lingerie —♥️

Hello!! Sorry for the late response, I sometimes forget I have an inbox... brain works on zero most of the time BUT! Of course you can be my ❤️ nonnie, honey! 

Some of the brain rot you and bummie do has me just 🤤😩- sooo that brings me to this heheheee. I’ve never written for Iwa before n he’s my wifeys husband so I will try n write for him respectfully 😌 but the rest ooooh boy I have some thots. hhhh bokuto is so beefy pls n ushi i just wanna bury my face into them while edging them-

Iwaizumi:

-I think there are only a few certain things that would drive him wild, and I see him more as dom leaning, it would take a lot of convincing for him to sub, or if he was really tired and just wanted to be taken care of. 

-He would be definitely embarrassed at first with your full attention was on him and his meaty pecs hehe. You’d be on top of him, which is the perfect position to see everything, even the bright blush that he’s trying to hide as your hands trail higher up his torso, he wasn’t expecting to be so flustered. But when you softly, ever so gently pinch his nipples and his breath hitches, eyes growing wider. 

-Focusing your fingers on one, wrap your lips around the other. Tongue circling the sensitive bud just like your thumb on the other, your movements growing rougher and less soft when the low groans he was letting out grow louder. His hips would press up into yours, trying to grind against your as you continue to keep your attention just where it should be.

-It would most likely come to a surprise to him as well when you tugged the nipple between your teeth, pinching the other at the same time, the intense new pleasure that was coming just from this pushed him over the edge, turning his face away from yours as he creamed his pants, he’d be so embarrassed, but that just gives you a chance to coddle him like he needs right?

Bokuto:

-Now I know Bokuto plays with his own nipples, I just know it. If you don’t touch them fast enough sure enough his hands would slip over his broad chest, teasing them exactly how he likes. 

-It would be such an easy way to tease him, keeping your touches soft and just barely there when your finally push his hands away, taking over. Licking a slow strip between his pecs, fingers ghosting everywhere but where he wants to feel them the most. He’d beg pretty early, just wanting you to take care of him, ohhh he would sound so pretty if he asked you nicely to touch him, to suck on his nipples. How could you say no?

-His hands would be buried tightly in your hair as you press your tongue flat against his nipple, slowly circling it before taking it in your mouth. He wouldn’t force you there, just needs something to ground him as pleasure shoots through him just from your tongue on his nipples, they’d be pretty sensitive and it would be easy to drive him crazy with it. 

-Especially as you straddle one of his legs, pressing your own knee forward and he starts grinding his hips into you, that’s your sign to lessen your attention on his nipples. Make him beg even more, not that he did anything wrong, he would just be so so pretty if he cried a little before coming untouched.

Ushijima:

-I feel like he’d be another who didn’t really know that he’d like his nipples played with, or sucked or anything like that. He probably wouldn’t even have thought that you could do it to him. So, you’d have to show him. 

-Slow at first, poor baby I feel like he would be so sensitive, even the slightest brushes against his nipples would turn his breath shaky. His big hands gripping your hips as you smile down at him, a ‘told you so’ grin on your face. 

-When you slide your tongue over one of them after just rolling them between your pointer finger and thumb, his grip would tighten. Quiet “more’s” and “don’t stop’s” slipping from his parted lips, just under his breath but you heard him, he would sound so pretty just like Bokuto, but his begging would be quiet, low groans and shaky breaths rather than whines and whimpers. 

-He’d cum untouched quickly, cheeks dusting with a dark blush when you give him a knowing smile, he wouldn’t be as embarrassed as Iwaizumi, simply just asking if you’d play with his nipples another time, telling you that he liked it. 

[kilesplaysthings]

guess who's made another ikemen playlist~

This time we doin ikevamp boys with classic (love) songs! :3

Napoleon: You're the Inspiration by Chicago (cheesy, i know, but Napo's kinda cheesy ngl lolololol)

You're the meaning in my life You're the inspiration You bring feeling to my life You're the inspiration Want to have you near me I want to have you hear me saying no one needs you more than I need you

Arthur: Fooled Around and Fell in Love by Elvin Bishop

I must've been through about a million girls I'd love 'em and I'd leave 'em alone I didn't care how much they cried, no sir Their tears left me cold as a stone

But then I fooled around and fell in love I fooled around and fell in love

Mozart: Go All the Way by Raspberries

I never knew how complete love could be 'Till she kissed me and said, baby Please, go all the way It feels so right (Feels so right) Being with you here tonight Please, go all the way Just hold me close Don't ever let me go

Leonardo: Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce

If I could save time in a bottle The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save everyday 'til eternity passes away Just to spend it with you

And if I could make days last forever And if words could make wishes come true I'd save everyday like a treasure and then Again and again I'd spend them with you

Vincent: I Want to Know What Love Is by Foreigner

In my life, there's been heartache and pain I don't know if I can face it again Can't stop now, I've traveled so far To change this lonely life

I wanna know what love is I want you to show me I wanna feel what love is I know you can show me

Theo: I'm Not in Love by 10cc

I'm not in love, so don't forget it It's just a silly phase I'm going through And just because I call you up Don't get me wrong Don't think you've got it made I'm not in love, I'm not in love

Isaac: Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon

I can't fight this feeling any longer And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow What started out as friendship has grown stronger I only wish I had the strength to let it show

I tell myself that I can't hold out forever I said there is no reason for my fear 'Cause I feel so secure when we're together You give my life direction, you make everything so clear

And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might

Jean: In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel

Love, I get so lost sometimes Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart When I want to run away I drive off in my car But whichever way I go I come back to the place you are

All my instincts, they return The grand façade, so soon will burn Without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the inside

In your eyes; the light, the heat I am complete (in your eyes) I see the doorway To a thousand churches (in your eyes) The resolution Of all the fruitless searches

Dazai: The Chain by Fleetwood Mac (Dazai's route seems a bit dark and dramatic, so I feel like this song will fit the potential heartbreak his route could have)

Listen to the wind blow, down comes the night Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies Break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light

And if you don't love me now You will never love me again I can still hear you saying You would never break the chain

Sebastian: Stand By Me by Ben E. King

When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No, I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand Stand by me

Comte St. Germain: Nights in White Satin by The Moody Blues (ooooh how I love this song!! I had to use this for him. it's so passionate like I feel his route will be~)

Nights in white satin Never reaching the end Letters I've written Never meaning to send Beauty I'd always missed With these eyes before Just what the truth is I can't say anymore 'Cause I love you Yes I love you Oh, how I love you

Shakespeare: Every Breath You Take by The Police (I mean..are you even surprised by this?? lol)

Every breath you take Every move you make Every bond you break Every step you take I'll be watching you

Every single day Every word you say Every game you play Every night you stay I'll be watching you

Charles: Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen (idk if this is fitting or not, but I just felt this for him. Don't really know the three newer guys yet so we'll see!)

I've been meaning to tell you I've got this feelin' that won't subside I look at you and I fantasize You're mine tonight

Now, I've got you in my sights

With these hungry eyes One look at you and I can't disguise I've got hungry eyes I feel the magic between you and I

Faust: Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer (I really can't get a grasp on Faust yet, but this song is quite obsessive which seems fitting???)

Your lights are on, but you're not home Your will is not your own You're heart sweats and teeth grind Another kiss and you'll be mine

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

Vlad: Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult (Fun Fact: I came up with this playlist specifically to make this song for him!!)

All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain We can be like they are

Come on, baby (don't fear the reaper) Baby, take my hand (don't fear the reaper) We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper) Baby, I'm your man

[iamcayc]

Sounds of Gojo | Chapter 15: Playful

A/N: Ooooh my lord, I'm sorry for the delay in posting!

Here's some sweet smut for you all <3

🚨 TW 🚨 This chapter starts with some flashbacks to Kaya's personal trauma, so references of sexual assault, death, neglect ahead

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Cigarettes and rum. The pungent smells of both stick your nostrils while you fingers race across the ivory keys.

You can’t hear anything, not even your own heartbeat.

Your parents watch in the distance, haughty smiles taunting you as you struggle to keep up with a metronome waving frantically from its perch on the grand piano. The living room is drenched in harsh, white light, cleaning all the color out of the room except for the ruby puddle surrounding Alexander’s limp body on the floor.

You want to scream, but a palm I’m all too familiar with covers you mouth with its pair gropes my breast.

Tears stream down your cheeks and your breath comes in sobs.

“That’s it, sweetheart, stay focused on the music.” His voice is raspy and thick with intent as he palms your breast hard.

“Good girl, Kaya…”

Your heart thunders in your chest as his hand goes lower, pulling the hem of your uniform skirt up your thighs. Every ounce of you begs your body to fight back, to scream, to do anything but freeze and let this all happen again.

“… Kaya.”

Your breaths come in faster, shorter. Alexander starts to decay in front of your eyes while your parents turn their backs to you. His hand cups your mound and a strangled sob finally breaks past your lips.

“Kaya!”

You start to shake, your body trembling.

“Kaya!”

Satoru’s beautiful blue eyes are wide and dark with worry as he looms over you, his thumbs swiping tears from your wet cheeks. You inhale a slow, shaky breath that still sounds like a sob as the nightmare recedes back into the hole it’s claimed in your memory. He mutters a curse before lying back down, pulling you against his chest tightly, his face pressed against your hair as his hands rub your back slowly… soothingly.

“It was just a bad dream, kitten,” he murmurs.

Rationally, you know this. Especially since this particular nightmare pops up every so often just to remind you that you’ve lived though something extraordinarily traumatic.

But that doesn’t stop you from suffering the panic attack aftershocks for a few days.

The rational part of your brain knows that what happened to Alexander wasn’t your fault.

Just like the rational part of your brain knows that your abuser can’t hurt you anymore.

It’s just that the irrational, shattered, fucked up part of your brain seems to be in the driver’s seat right now and you can’t figure out how to say any of this without sounding like a complete fucking lunatic—

Large hands with familiar callouses cup your cheeks and force you to look in his aquamarine eyes.

“Breathe with me, Kaya.” He inhales slowly before holding the breath for a few seconds. You make a lame attempt to do the same, except it comes in like a sharp gasp and your chest wants to burst from having to hold it in while managing your racing heart.

Satoru exhales slowly, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones with the gentlest touch. You mimic him, the exhale going a little more smoothly than the inhale.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs before repeating the exercise.

You mind calms as you breath with him, focusing on the feel of his skin against yours and the lessening pressure in your chest as the panic seeps back into the night. How many years have you spent lying in bed, smothered in your emotions until they decided to give up on you? Too many, honestly.

And now, knowing how utterly safe you feel with a man who has yet to reject you and your baggage, you’re at a loss.

Once your heart slows and the sobs turn into hiccups, you pry yourself free of his hands and slip out of the bed to wash your face. You don’t dwell on the fact that Satoru just witnessed a solid ugly cry, complete with snot. Instead, you splash some cool water on your flushed skin and pad back to the bed after blowing your nose for good measure.

You almost turn on your side to hide, but the giant in your bed snakes his arms around your middle and pulls you over to face him again.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” you mumble after a moment. Satoru frowns and gently flicks the tip of your nose.

“Nothing to be sorry about. Want to talk about it?”

He’s asking you honestly, which is refreshing. Most just badger you until you tell them, but there’s a stronger foundation of trust with Satoru, more so than you had even felt with Zeyan.

“It’s a variation of the same dream I have every year on my birthday.” You start picking at invisible lint on the linens. “Sometimes it’s just a flashback, but foggy, more distant. Sometimes, it’s all the worst parts of my trauma smashed together until I’m lost in it. Tonight, it was the latter.”

He keeps quiet, his fingers trailing along the edges of your body gently. The smell of his sleepy fragrance continues to ground you in the moment, rather than getting lost in the memories.

“I kept feeling his hands on me.” Satoru’s fingers pause on your hip. “My parents just watched me struggle to play while he kept touching me. Alexander was on the floor bleeding out—decomposing as my parents ignored me. I couldn’t get any part of my body to move, I couldn’t stop him, again.”

You suck in a shuddering breath and snuggle up closer to his body, startling him. He recovers quickly, snaking his arm around your waist and working his thigh between your legs to close up any gaps between the two of you. Your body responds automatically to the pure intimacy of the position sending heat through your core, your nerves alert and lust yawning despite the early-morning hour.

“But you woke me up before it got any worse,” you murmur against his chest. His fingers sketch nonsense against the skin beneath your tank top, every stroke feeding a sense of need you didn’t expect after such an intense dream. “So, thank you for that.”

Shifting your hips, you ply a bit of friction to your clit against his thigh. A lick of pleasure flares in your belly at the contact, a flare that kindles something stronger when Satoru’s hips flex into your stomach, his cock hard and needy. He releases a shaky breath as his hands become more insistent: the left pulls you in for a hungry kiss while the right guides your hips into a slow, steady, sultry grind against his thigh. You pull at his lower lip with your teeth, instincts taking over as you melt into the pure pleasure coursing through you. Your mind stops considering the dream and your birthday; instead, you lose yourself in the building frenzy between the two of you.

Your hands come into play, weaving your fingers into his hair and nudging his body on top of your, the feel of his weight as comforting as it is intoxicating. Satoru moans into your mouth as your grip tightens in his hair, pulling at the strands just enough to lace the pleasure he feels while grinding his cock against your mound with a sting of pain. Still, you can sense his hesitation in his languid motions.

As his tongue laves against your neck, you arch up against his chest, reaching down to grip his shaft with a firm hand. His lips separate from your skin with a gasp.

“Stop holding back with me,” you pant, stroking his cock slowly. He rises up on his palms, his head hanging to watch you work his throbbing, leaking manhood. After a second, his hips start to match your pace, pumping to meet your hand as he chases the sensation.

“I don’t—fuck… I don’t want to trigger you.” Your hand tightens. He groans and pumps against your hand harder. “Goddamn, you feel so fucking good.”

Leaning forward, you nip at his earlobe and rub the weeping head of head of his cock against your drenched cunt. He hisses a breath as you work the slick along his shaft.

“I need you, Toru.” His pace quickens but you let go of his cock to get his attention. Aqua eyes with pupils blown with lust find yours. “All I ever want is for you to fuck me and make me yours, over and over again. Please.”

He practically snarls at you as he hooks one of your legs over his arm, his large palm gripping your ass cheek and spreading your pussy wide open as he sheathes himself in you. You both cry out at the feeling, his balls slapping against your ass and the wet, indecent sounds of him thrusting into you filling the night. You will never get enough of feeling him inside of you, against you, on top of you. Sweat-slick skin gliding against each other as you buck your hips to meet his—you just fucking need to feel him deeper, harder.

Fuck. The way his cock stretches your tight pussy sends you higher than any drug or spirit could.

Your lips claim his. Calloused hands spread your legs even wider. Your bodies do everything they fucking can to just meld into one being. Rational thoughts are so far out the window they might as well be in space. All that’s left is the feeling of you milking his cock and his lips nipping—sucking marks all over your skin.

The keening cry you make as your vision bursts into white and incinerating desire floods your body is met with a drawn out groan that pitches higher as he cums with you, pumping his sticky mess into you in an erratic but hard rhythm.

Pure, primal satisfaction settles into your body as you run your hands through Satoru’s damp hair, wiping beads of sweat from his brow. He makes no moves to shift his position, even as he shudders from the hypersensitivity of his cock as you adjust your hips to avoid that gods-awful cramp that tries to separate your pelvic bones from the rest of your body. His gaze locks with yours as you stare up at him with half-lidded eyes.

“What do you want to do today?” he asks, still breathless. His fingers brush limp curls from your face.

“This.” You feel no hesitation as you answer. His mouth quirks into a smile.

“You want to spend your birthday with my soft cock plugging our cum inside you?”

Wrinkling your nose, you flick him mercilessly between the eyes. “No! Jesus, why are you like this? I meant, I want to just be with you today!”

Annoyed by the ruined moment, you jab his side as extra punishment. He squawks, as per usual, and rolls off of you to avoid the next attack. You glance at the clock as you scuttle towards the bathroom; it’s just after 4 AM. A disgusting hour to be awake.

Satoru joins you after a moment, both of you cleaning up quietly before he playfully ushers you back into the bed, curling up around you before you can try and put on a new pair of panties or even a shirt.

“I’m all yours,” he murmurs against your shoulder before kissing it gently. “For as long as you want me to be, kitten.”

Your stomach jolts, warmth blooming in your chest as butterflies take flight in your gut. You lace your fingers with his, nestling into his embrace further instead of responding verbally. You know he didn’t mean within the limitations of today; he meant for the long-haul—the conversation you two dance around like idiots and never really hash out the details.

His slow, even breaths lull you back to a dreamless sleep before your brain can run away with this new information.

-

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re like a cat?” Satoru asks as you yawn for the tenth time on the train. You’re thankful that the route to Shimokitazawa is fairly direct from Yoyogi, though you continue to wish Natsumi opened one of her cafés closer to your apartment so you didn’t have to haul your ass so far when you want some of her famous French toast.

He pulls you closer to his chest, your back all but sealed against him on the crowded train. You know he’s being sweet to cover up the territorial nonsense kicking up against the wandering eyes around you, but in a weird way, you find it flattering.

“All the time.” You glance up at him, catching a glimmer of blue beneath the retro sunglasses from the first time you met. “Kento points it out all the time, to the point that nearly all the gifts he gives me are cat-themed. And it’s no surprise that Yaga made Apollo a cat, either. I’d get some serious side-eye for yawning all the time or asking to take breaks to nap during our training sessions when I was younger.”

A sky-blue eye winks at you from beneath the sunglasses and it pairs up with the Grin. “But you’re my sleepy lil’ pussy, aren’t you?”

“Seriously?”

The Grin widens and the arm curled around your waist shifts, his fingers slipping under the boxy sweater to make contact with the bare skin of your stomach. It’s an innocuous touch, but your body instantly responds with a flare of want and a rush of pleasure at his attention.

It’s annoying how quickly he can get you going.

“I bet I can get you purring right now, too.” His fingers trail along your stomach lightly, the lack of pressure but obvious intent doing exactly what he wants them to: make you wet. “Maybe I ought to give it a try, seeing as you’ve got every guy’s attention right now.”

He’s not wrong. Most of the men on the train have been eyeing you since you stepped on, even though you had Satoru hot on your ass—not to mention most of the men are with their partners or far too old for the attention to be anything but creepy. But, the quiet, wild side of you can’t help but bask in the attention. It’s not like you’re an exhibitionist. No, you’re just petty enough to want to make all the women staring daggers at you insanely jealous for stealing the attention of all the men on the train and call the hottest one of them all yours.

You cock your head to the side, exposing the side of your neck—and the vicious hickie he left there this morning. You can’t see his eyes, but his fingers dare to slip lower on your abdomen, skirting the waistband of your leggings. His cock presses against your lower back with pride as he brings his lips over the bruised skin with a sultry smile.

“Now, that’s not fair, kitten.” He chuckles against your neck just as his fingers slip beneath your leggings, tugging playfully at the band of your thong so the friction taunts your clit just right. “You know I’m weak against seeing all my marks on your gorgeous body, especially your neck.”

“What are you going to do about it?” you taunt, your eyes glancing at the station announcement. A smirk pulls at your lips as you press back against him, earning a rumbling growl and a nip to your neck.

“I have half a mind to warp us out of here and show you exactly what I plan to do about it,” he retorts with a low voice. Fluttering your eyelashes, you snatch his sunglasses, slip them on and dart out of the train just as the doors open to your stop.

You laugh at his yelp of surprise as you dodge and weave through the busy station towards the exit. This playfulness—your instinct says to brush it off as a fluke, a spur of the moment kind of thing, but you know that isn’t really true. You’ve always been playful, even as a kid.

It just got buried beneath the bullshit somewhere along the way.

Not just because of Alexander; though, yeah, he was a big dump of emotional shit.

Just life.

College.

Work.

And, of course, avoiding anything that threatens the tiny semblance of peace you’ve found after stitching yourself back together.

You know you’re at the disadvantage, what with Satoru’s height giving him a bird’s-eye view of your moves, making it easier for him to warp to you. But you still run off, dodging the tourists and locals alike as you rush towards the café. You can feel his aura blur and solidify as he warps tiny steps to close the gap, but you can see the Sleepy Sheep Café sign getting closer and the training you pushed through with Maki and Kento pays off with a final sprint towards the door.

“Got ya!” he shouts as he reappears in front of you so your only choice is to run into his arms.

A peal of laughter bubbles out of you as he spins the two of you away from the door, somehow avoiding the curious on-lookers. He starts laughing with you as he finally sets you down, stealing his sunglasses back before kissing you soundly.

“When did you get so fast?” He pulls out your inhaler from your bag, priming it for you as you catch your breath.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you huff, mostly because your lungs are on fire. “I’ve always been fast.”

He gives you a look that you ignore as you suck in the medication, holding your breath while holding his stare. After a second, he shakes his head and starts to usher you inside the café; the scent of fresh baked goods hits you like a delightful ton of bricks. You release a slow, steady breath and steel yourself to deal with the ogling girls at the hostess station.

“Welcome in, sir!” the faux-blonde chirps, promptly ignoring you. Unruffled, you look around the café for the head of curls you know is here somewhere while Satoru asks politely for a table for two. It’s only when you’re being led to a table near the kitchen that you hear Natsumi giving directions in the back, her no-nonsense tone making you smile.

“Here is your seat, miss,” the hostess says crisply, indicating the chair right next to the kitchen’s doors—one of the worst seats in the house. A weary sigh escapes as you pull out the chair, making a mental note to start looking for restaurants with male hosts.

“I thought I heard your laugh earlier.”

Natsumi appears from the kitchen, her expressive face set in a deep frown as she takes in the table, especially your seat. Her sharp eyes pin down the hostess, who stares at her, wide-eyed.

“I’d love to know why you sat my best friend and her boyfriend at the worst table in the café on her birthday, of all days.” Satoru watches the exchange with keen interest, chin resting on the heel of his palm as the hostess’s eyes dart between you, him, and Natsumi. You almost feel bad, except that your pity won’t save her from Natsumi’s wrath.

“I-I didn’t realize… I didn’t k-know she…” the girl stammers, eyes landing on Satoru as if he’s going to swoop in and save her from her own petty grave.

“Yeah, I gathered you weren’t using your brain so much as your eyes,” Natsumi drawls. She takes the menus and your hand, pulling you along as she leads you back up to the front. “I’ll be taking care of them. Get back up front and let the others know that Kaya Nissen is a VIP from here on out, you hear me? Pull this petty shit again and you’ll be fired on the spot.”

Your new table is at the very front, by the main windows. Natsumi places the menus on the same side of the four-top, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table with a sigh.

“Sorry about that. If I’d have known your sorcerer is such a chick-magnet, I’d have warned the girls ahead of time.” She pulls her hair up into a messy bun before fixing her eyes on Satoru, assessing him in that intimidating, quiet manner that tends to make men squirm.

You wave her apology away. “I’m used to it when going out with him. Besides, you had no idea I’d show up today, of all days.”

Her eyes land back on you, brow raised. “True. I can’t say I’m not stunned to see you out and about today, let alone hear you actually laugh like that.” She glances at Satoru. “Kaya’s laugh is most-recognized part of her. Ken and I could find her in a crowded mall instantly growing up.”

He looks at you, tucking a stubborn curl behind your ear to expose the blush creeping up your cheeks. “Today is only the second time I’ve heard it.”

“You’re definitely hotter than Man-Bun,” Natsumi notes, completely redirecting the conversation. You and Satoru turn to her, blinking in surprise. You had completely forgotten about that weird run-in at the bar. “What was his name again?”

“Geto.” Satoru goes still for the smallest second before relaxing back into the chair again, draping his arm casually along the back of your chair. You put your hand on his thigh, feeling the hidden tension in the muscle there. “Sorry, I forgot to mention this last night. We went out with Kento a few nights ago and this Geto guy started making a pass—”

“A very lame, chauvinistic pass,” Natsumi interrupts.

You roll your eyes and push on. “Yes, yes, a very blatant pass at me. Ken stepped in but he made a comment about you, so I got a bit defensive.”

“What she really means is she got pissed and put him in his place in the greatest way.” Natsumi snickers as she remembers the night, which surprises you considering how many shots of tequila she’d had that night. “Took his shot of Jameson like a fucking champ and told him that you’d ruined her for all other men.”

Satoru grins at that, his brow arching with smug interest. You sigh, silently cursing Natsumi for giving him something to hold over you for the foreseeable future.

“Right, and then I compelled him to forget me.” He rubs his chin thoughtfully as he listens, probably thinking about how likely it was that your compulsion actually worked. “But Ken wouldn’t explain how he knew him, or how Geto knows you.”

He shrugs, running his other hand through his white locks idly. “We were close back when we were in high school, you could say we were best friends. Then, we grew up and started down different paths. He’s a teacher at Kyoto Jujutsu Tech, their principal’s right hand goon, really. I’m surprised he was in Tokyo at all, though.”

“I didn’t see anyone else with him that night,” you recall, leaning back against Satoru’s arm as you try to remember that night. You certainly remember puking your guts up when you got back home thanks to the Jameson.

“Hmm. All the same, try to avoid being alone with him, yeah?” He looks down at you, his smile bright but tense at the corners. “If he finds out that we’re together, his interest in you will only get more problematic.”

“Sounds like a dick,” Natsumi points out, crossing her arms. Satoru chuckles as he nods in agreement.

“More or less.” He leans forward, his smile a little brighter, a little less forced. “Now, I heard you have the best French toast in Tokyo.”

You watch the pair of them discuss the best toppings for French toast with a soft smile, the kernel of concern you’d felt when talking about Geto forgotten as you fall back into the blissful bubble that’s become your birthday. Even when Sumi grills Satoru about his salary, apartment, and all the standard points a best friend hits to make sure their other half is well-taken care of, you can’t help but feel like you’re in a dream; when was the last time you laughed this freely, this often?

He dips his head to steal a kiss when Natsumi leaves to prepare the food. You feel his smile against your lips as you automatically let the kiss linger on, the hand you’ve kept on his thigh slipping higher along his inseam.

“I’ve ruined you for all other men, huh?” he teases. His breath warms your cheeks as he nuzzles your neck, no fucks given about the other people in the café watching you two with interest. The hand draped across the back of your chair moves up into your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp expertly and doing some ridiculous things to your nerve endings.

“I knew you’d latch onto that,” you reply, a little too breathlessly than you’d have liked. You palm the growing bulge in his pants once before leaning away and poking him in the chest to keep him at bay. “Behave. We need food and then we can pick this back up later, deal?”

His blue eyes simmer as he looks at you over the rims of his glasses. “Deal.”

-

Being warped to his apartment the moment you step into the empty alley by the café doesn’t surprise you in the least.

Getting stripped naked and pressed up against the floor to ceiling window of his apartment while he eats you out from behind surprises the fuck out of you.

The noises he makes as his tongue works your clit makes your knees buckle. Your palms flatten against the glass, everything about the situation fogging your head with lust. The idea of being seen—your desire to be seen in such a lewd, exposed position short-circuiting your reason. He works a finger into your hole, the invasion pulling a low moan from you as your legs widen for him instantly at the pressure.

“I love the way you respond to me,” he chuckles as he kisses the small of your back, just above your ass. Another finger slips into you, his pace steady and slow. “My sweet, needy kitten.”

“Toru, please. Please don’t stop,” you whine as you flex your hips back to meet his fingers.

He rises to his feet, his fingers never stopping while his other hand smacks the rounded cheek of your ass sharply. “I have no intention of stopping, sweetheart. This is what you deserve after teasing me all day with that sweet ass in those leggings. Not to mention getting me worked up on the train, or while your best friend interrogated me over brunch.”

He spanks you again, making you whimper and clench at his fingers. “Besides, it’s my kitten’s birthday and she wants to spend it with me. That means spoiling her rotten so she can’t think about anything but how much I’ve ruined her for other men, right?”

You’re never going to live that one down.

Your retort dies in your throat as he pushes a third finger into you, sharp words melting in a drawn out moan. Three sharp thrusts push you harder against the window before his fingers are replaced with his tongue—fuck. You love the way his tongue dives into your dripping cunt, laving at your interior walls with a hunger you hope never leaves him.

“O-oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!” His tongue drags over your tight asshole as his finger slip back into you. “Toru, Toru, Toru!”

The sensation of his tongue prodding your puckered hole combined with the pads of his callouses massaging your fucking G-spot has you seeing stars, the edge of your climax right there. Fuck. Oh, fuck.

I need more.

“That’s it, kitten. Cum all over my fingers.” He bites the swell of your ass. “Cum for me, babygirl. Do that, and I’ll give your pussy exactly what it wants.”

His voice is your undoing. The low gravel tones pushing you over the edge, your walls clenching wildly at his fingers as your words become a slur of his name and—fuckfuckfuck.

Chest heaving, you ride out your orgasm on his fingers and acknowledge the relentless need still churning in your core. You look at him from over your shoulder, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown. He’s still fully dressed and it’s a problem.

“Toru, fuck me, please,” you beg breathlessly.

His lips tip up into a grin as he starts shedding his clothes faster than you’d ever seen to date before he crowds you up against the window again, your ass smearing your slick all over his cock as he kisses you hungrily. Fingers pull your hair back, giving him better access to your mouth as the broad head of his cock pushes into you, the stretch blissful. He groans into your mouth as you reflexively squeeze his cock with your pussy, his hips rolling steadily into yours to get as deep as he possibly can.

“You feel fucking perfect,” he moans, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder as his hips thrust into you at a steady, deep pace. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I constantly want you. I’m fucking addicted to you, the way you feel, the sound of that fucking gorgeous laugh.”

His teeth nip at your neck, making you whimper and arch your back, getting his cock even deeper. His hands work your tits, pinching at your dusky nipples in time with his thrusts. You’re a live wire; nothing but sensory overload registers in your brain as he fucks you better than you’ve ever been fucked in your life. The wet sounds of your bodies joining together echo in your ears, mingling with his grunts and moans as he plays your body like an instrument, pulling whimpers and gasps and cries from you in a raw and wild symphony.

“You’re fucking mine, and I want everyone to see you come apart on my cock.” His pace shifts into a steady pounding as he pushes your torso against the cold glass. The change in temperature on your skin makes your pussy clench his cock. “That’s my babygirl. Cum on this throbbing cock.”

You were close before but as his fingers slip between your swollen cleft to rub your juices over your clit, a strangled scream leaves your throat as you tumble head-first into another orgasm, your body spasming against the cold window and his sweat-covered chest. Praise drips from his lips like honey as he grips your hips with his large hands and pulls you back to meet his cock faster and faster. He ruts into you mercilessly, the pressure of another climax building in your core.

“B-baby, please… fuck, oh god.” Putting words together isn’t working. “I’m… fuck! Toru, I’m going to—”

His shallow pants match yours as he works your clit with his fingers again. You scream just as your knees finally give out, but you don’t hit the floor. Instead, you collapse onto his bed thanks to a perfectly timed warp, his hips never stopping their rhythm as he overstimulates the fuck out of you. Like animals in heat, the two of you are a pile of grunts and whimpers, his cock urging you on to gush all over him. Just the thought of it—good fucking gods, you need to give him that. You know that’s what he’s after, why he isn’t stopping.

Another scream rips from your throat as all the stimulation finally breaks you. Tremors shake your body as he half-groans, half-yells your name like a holy litany, pumping his own release into you before you both collapse into a still-connected heap.

It feels like it’s taking years for basic communication to come back to you. Your thundering pulse all you can hear as it matches Satoru’s, his heartbeat pounding against your shoulder blade from where he still lies, catching his breath.

“Well,” he pants, “that confirms it.”

It’s ridiculous, how much effort it takes you to reply, “Confirms what?”

“You’ve ruined me for all other women.”

You know your heart would leap if you had the energy to let it. Instead, you let out a weak laugh and lace your fingers with his, the sentiment acknowledged with his hand squeezing yours.

“Another thing.” He rolls off of you, pushing you over gently onto your back while he remains propped up on his elbow. Aquamarine eyes shine brightly as he presses a sweet, slow kiss to your lips. If time stopped—hell, if the world fucking ended right now, you would die happier than you’ve felt in over a decade. That truth settles deep into your bones as you memorize his face in this moment, a moment you know both his walls and yours a nothing but a memory of a past life. When they finally crumbled, it’s hard to pinpoint; all you know is that this is the clearest you’ve ever seen Satoru Gojo and it’s the clearest he’s ever seen you.

“What?” He smiles and lets his lips barely brush against yours.

“Happy birthday.”

[romanianwilkinson]

MORE DISCORD SERVER SENTENCE STARTERS

A collection of quotes from my Discord server with friends. Feel free to change pronouns/wording as desired. CONTENT WARNING(S) FOR: Suggestive, crude, gore, absolutely cursed. [ PART 1 ]

“ Can your father send us child support? Same answer. ”

“ NO GENDER, ONLY LEGION. ”

* Bed rocking, aggressive bike horn noises *

“ [NAME], you are a fucking blight upon my sanity. ”

“ Is being super gay an advanced war tactic? ”

“ Look you have to tell me if this slapping will bring about the eldritch truth, or it's enslapment. ”

“ Fucking, this is still on the most mundane side of your fetishes. ”

“ New law of science. If an autopsy turns into an orgy you did something wrong. ”

“ I AM NEMISIS, DESTROYER OF THE JACK-O-LANTERN. ”

“ If we have a quiz tomorrow, the questions will be: 1) how to burst a mosquito, 2) how to tear your gut, and 3) what will the aliens look like. ”

“ I'm cat girl adjacent. ”

“ Make sure to vaccinate your computer, [NAME]! ”

“ SNOW IS JUST WATER YOU CAN BEAT UP AND BULLY. ”

“ A zombie goth. A zoth. ”

“ Slaughter’s good. I like slaughter. ”

“ They know your sins. ”

“ Why so many loose beans? ”

“ I want him to try it, SPECIFICALLY for the cyberbullying. ”

“ Today I leave y’all an Immensely Cursed Artefact. ”

“ Not the knowledge I was expecting tonight, but glad to have learned it anyhow. ”

“ It’s, unfortunately, not the worst thing that’s been turned into smut fic. ”

“ Poor organless [NAME]. ”

“ Help, I'm only seeing glowing weakpoints on you... This isn’t sexy at all! ”

“ Whelp, time to make everyone MILFs and DILFs then! ”

“ Ok, nothing is getting ‘ misted ’ in horny jail. ”

“ YES, FEED THE TOAST TO [NAME]! ”

“ The only bones I have are teeth. I’m like a snail in that regard. ”

“ This is just SCP Containment Breach: Horny Edition. ”

“ And what's at the bottom of the stairs? Another baby gate. ”

“ That’s what I’m banking on. The arrogance. ”

“ How much XP fucking a demon gives you is important adventuring stuff? ”

“ This is honestly the weirdest form of lust I've ever felt from someone. ”

“ I am holding your face metaphorically when I say this for emphasis. ”

“ My rage runs cold. ” “ Yeah, so does your liver, and it fucking sucks. ”

“ We have many flavors. They are all red. ”

“ I still lose my shit over those gushers like... What kind of psychological warfare was that? ”

“ ... So you WON'T tell me a bedtime story? ”

“ Look, I'll just be my own MILF. ”

“ Listen, she's not stereotypically pretty, but she's pretty in a way where she balances elegance and grotesqueness and that is like top tier pretty. ”

“ So THAT'S where the stick went. ”

“ Ooooh how I wish it would rain down... gays on me ♫ ”

“ FUCK, I CAN FAIL AT THINGS NOW? THIS IS BULLSHIT! ”

“ I wanna put the war god in the jar! For no reason! Just pranks! ”

“ I don't... think monsters come in straight? ”

“ Thankfully, I have enough titty to compensate for everyone else's lack of titty. ”

“ WE DESCENDED INTO BITING EACH OTHER ONCE AGAIN. As it is the standard state of existence for us. ”

“ What is execution, if not legal murder? ”

“ I almost forgot that most drugs are illegal. ”

“ [NAME] could bust into my room right now and say ‘ Hey, I'm drafting you into my demon army ’ and I'd simply hop into her arms. ”

“ For you, you know I would do much more than grind you into a paste and spread you far and wide! ”

“ ... We have graduated from Feral Anger to De-escalation Mode. The fridge may not be knocked over, after all. ”

“ THE TEXT ITSELF IS GAY, NO UNDERLYING TONE IS NECESSARY. ”

“ I know you’re small. You got that scrambling energy. ”

“ No shirts, no shoes, only gays? ”

“[NAME], I'm booked to terrorize you with visions of Christmas Future tonight. Just giving you a heads-up. ”

“ It's not a callout post, if you're just stating facts. ”

“ Therapy is a motion-based predator. ”

“ Please think of me but in a sexy way. ”

“ There is a sexy way to think of you? ”

“ YOU WHAT OUTTA HER MOUTH??? ”

“ Sometimes, it's okay to eat your friends when they insult you. ”

“ The twink has breached containment. ”

“ YOUR JUDGEMENT CANNOT STOP MY NOCTURNAL LIFESTYLE. ”

“ [NAME] is surprisingly malicious. ”

“ ... I am convinced [NAME] is on mind control shrooms. ”

“ You fool, he’s echolocating. ”

“ Snap him over my knee like a fuckin Slim Jim. ”

“ Hank Hill Ass Havin Twink. ”

“ Pff- as if I don't know how to handle a cursed sword. I'm a professional here! ”

“ OH NO. THE SMILIE OF SUFFERING. ”

“It’s Twink Hunting Season and [NAME] is a goddamn trophy buck.”

“ You put those cursed words back in your mouth or so help me. ”

“ Losing a thumb will do that to you. ”

“ GIVE ME DARKNESS. GIVE ME SNACKS. GIVE ME WIFI. ”

“ Got no clue, let me go ask the only one I know that hasn't tried to kill me. ”

“ This. This is why I drink when nobody's looking. ”

“ Hey... want to fly closer to the sun there, Icarus? ”

“ I'm burdened with just enough Naruto lore to be dangerous. ”

“ PUNCH! THAT! ASS! ”

“ That reminds me, I should Beanpost again. ”

“ I have no soul, only void. I feel NOTHING for tormenting friends. ”

“ That’s a lie, you are LYING. You love this and I know you love it. ”

“ We have subjugated the tiddy. ”

“ This is the carbon requirement for human transmutation. ”

“ I mean. Vampire fucker rights though. ”

“ At least take him on a date before you ask him to elope with you! ”

[sophiewolfheart-blog]

The Psychopathic King

Drew McIntyre x Rose

Writing Challenge by @writtingrose

Topic: Royalty- Smut

Word Count: 1217

Princess Rose sat in her carriage as it rolled along the road. She had traveled far from her home to this kingdom in Ayr, Scotland. She got a letter from the King of Scotland himself to come with a bunch of other princesses to his castle. Rose could only assume it was for him to pick a queen to rule by his side.

She was a bit nervous and for a good reason. The King is Scotland went by another name, The Psychopathic King. He was a warrior king, he went to fight with his men sometimes when the went to fight. And the times he did the enemies were nonexistent in the end.

Soon the castle came into veiw, it was the largest one in all of Scotland. She was escorted inside and there were 11 other young ladies. The king himself was seated on the throne as they were all brought in. Rose could not help but admire his chiseled form, as if the Greek gods decided to sculpt this man themselves.

The king watches each princess as they bow and introduce themselves. His dark eyes seemed to stalk Rose as she walked to his throne. Before she got a word out, he raises his hand. “You, I choose you.” The rest gasp and whisper, some saying “How can he pick a slob like her?”, “Her body is too fat, how can he pick her?”

The King growls as he looks over. “Leave at once, I have chosen my queen.” He turns to his head maid. “Make sure she is taken care of, cleaned up, and in my chambers by dusk.” The maid bows to her king with a nod. “Yes my lord!”

The maids escort Rose to the private baths and help her clean up. Rose looked at them as they washed her body with expensive scented oils. “What is he like? When he isn’t on the battle field?” The head maid smiles at her. “He is a kind man, he really is. He treats everyone as an equal and makes sure we are all safe.”

One maid smiles at Rose with a giggle. “One time he beat a few visiting Dutch men and they tried hurting some of the kids. He was not happy about that.” Rose tilted her head curiously, “he likes children?” “Oh yes dear! He makes sure every child within these walls has a good education and a bright future!” Rose smiles as she thinks things over as she was cleaned.

Soon she was cleaned, dried, and placed in a beautiful bedroom dress that was blood red. Her hair was up in a braid as she waited in the King's room. She was nervous and excited at the same time. She decided to calm herself by going to the balcony and lean on the railing, overlooking the village within castle walls.

As she watches the lights flicker into darkness within the homes, the citizens going to bed, she felt a presence behind her. Strong arms to wrap themselves around her waist as lips pressed to her soft neck. Then an aggressive growl leaves chest of the king. “Are you trying to show the world what belongs to me?” His hand slips up her stomach as he bites her shoulder.

Rose gasped and held back a moan as the King touched her curvy stomach. “N..no my king! I..I just wanted to enjoy the cool night air.” He chuckles as he pressed her against the railing. “Mmm do you know why I chose you? Hmm?” He grasps her left breast within his massive hand, the soft flesh was rubbed in gentle squeezes. Rose shook her head as she bites her lip. “Mmmm I can see the fire within your eyes. That same fire I desire in a wife. A woman who is not afraid to get her hands dirty.” He bites her ear lobe, “I have heard of you. Your even more beautiful than everyone says, Blood Rose Queen.”

Rose chuckles with a soft moan as he pulled her closer. “Mmm I suppose I earned that title after that battle for my throne. My step mother should have never killed my real mum.” She turns and now faces the king, both kiss roughly as their tongues fight for dominance. The king growls as he grips her closer as Rose reaches with her right hand and rubs his large bulge. “Mmm my king, I…” Drew smirks as he bites her lip. “No, you can call me Drew.”

Rose shudders as he held her bottom lip in his teeth. He then scoops her up after letting go. He took her inside and lays her in the bed. “Mmmm you and I will rule this kingdom. We will be the warrior king and queen.” Rose smirks at the name as he yanked her dress off. “Well Drew, I hope you are as good as the rumors say.” She gasps when two of his thick calloused fingers shove into her pussy. He roughly moves his fingers fast, causing his new queen to moan lustfully. “Ooooh Drew!” He licks his lips and growls, “Yes, moan my name! Moan it like the good slut you are!”

Rose moaned louder as she raised her hips. The harsh slapping wetness of his fingers shoving into her tight pussy. “Mmmm so wet and tight for your king.” His eyes were dark with lust, Rose moaned as he stretched her Virgin pussy. Soon he pulls his fingers out and pulls his pants down. His thick cock slapping against his chiseled stomach. “You want this Rose?” She nods as she spreads her legs. “Yes Drew, I want your thick cock!”

He chuckled as he grinds against her, watching her body quiver under his. “Your mine!” He slams himself into her pussy, causing her to cry out in pain and pleasure. He wasted no time in thrusting hard in and out. His thumb rubs her clit as he watches her expressions, her eyes changing from shock to pure bliss and lust. His hips smack against her ass as he shoves his entire cock deep within her wet folds.

“Fuck yes, your so tight love! Mmmm and son warm, your my perfect queen!” Rose moans his name louder as she lifts her hips. “Yes!! Ooh Drew, fuck! Fuck me harder, my king!” Drew captured her lips with his own. Both moaning and panting as their climax was reaching its end. “D..Drew!! I’m gonna Cum!” Drew smirks as he rubs her clit harder. “Then cum my slutty queen!” Rose cried out as Drew grunted and slammed into her, filling her with his hot seed. He bites down on her shoulder leaving his mark, while she clawed her nails down his back.

Both pant as they calmed down, he pulled out slowly and then laid beside her. Drew pulled her closer as he covered them with a blanket. “Now you are mine, and I am yours.” Rose smiles as she kisses his lips softly. “Mmm I like the sound of that.” Drew smiles as he cuddles his new queen closer, both sleeping soundly ready for the rest of their lives together. Ruling as King and Queen of Scotland.

[owlish-peacock36]

Two Sugars, Extra Cream

Hello, lovelies! 

I do not expect chapter 2 of Bid Ye Soft Farewell to be up until next week (My SO is in town and I haven’t seen him in a while). SO, I’ve created this silly little ficlet in the meantime. Kind of crazy, kind of out of character. But I had a hell of a good time writing it! Hope you enjoy!

Caramel-Nut Latte, extra hot. Okay, 2 pumps caramel, 3 pumps hazelnut. 2 shots of espresso. Steam milk for extra 20 seconds and a caramel drizzle on top…

Beautiful, Beauchamp. You’re a goddamn coffee wizard.

“Caramel-Nut Latte for Duncan!”

I had been working for Mrs. Fitz for nearly a year at this point while putting myself through school. Though I loved the work that I did at university, there was always something so comforting and homey about the café. Perhaps it was the mismatched green walls, the exposed brick. Perhaps it was the baubles thrown haphazardly on the shelves, or the odd paintings Mrs. Fitz liked to pick up at second-hand shops. (The one with the chimpanzee queen was my favorite). Perhaps it was just the constant smell of coffee that reminded me of my Uncle Lamb-- God rest his soul. It was an odd little place, but it was mine. I belonged here.

As if conjured by my own thoughts, I heard the tell-tale backfire of Mrs. Fitz’s ridiculously old car.  She really needed to upgrade.

“Ooooh, Claire, lass! Come help me with the milk! I heard we were runnin’ low, so I bought three crates full!!” Mrs. Fitz was terribly excited about that milk. I, however, did not share in that joy. I knew “helping” in this case meant “carry them all in for me.”

“Aye, aye, Captain Fitz,” I saluted her before going into the trenches. Or the trunk of her car. They looked similar at any rate.

She was making herself a latte when I walked back in with the third crate of milk.

“Mrs. Fitz! I’m utterly shocked that you would waste company products for your own use!” I placed my hand over my heart dramatically.

“Ach. I bought the stuff. I’ll do wi’ it what I please.” And with that she took a sip, smiling the whole time. Should I tell her she had foam on her lip? “Help yourself? I need to speak wi’ ye for a moment.” I waved her off.

“I’m all right. What’s going on?”

“My nephew is moving back into town, and he was needin’ a job. I told him he could work here. Could ye train him a bit? Show him how everything works?”

“Mrs. Fitz…” I was feeling extra dramatic today.

“Claire, dinna…”

“I am appalled that you would use your position as owner and operator of this establishment to hire those you are close to. Where is the democracy?”

“Tis no a democracy. Tis a dictatorship.” Mrs. Fitz was the great-auntie I never knew I wanted. I couldn’t help but laugh at her wit.

“Of, course I’ll help. When is he coming?”

“This Saturday, he’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here. Oh, and Mrs. Fitz?”

“Hmm?”

“You’ve got some foam on your lip.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Saturday mornings were slow mornings. No one had to be at work. Well, besides me, I suppose.

I was leaning against the counter when the overhead door bell jingled. Perk up, Beauchamp. Don’t look like a slacker.

“First customer of the day! Congrats! What can I get for you?” I looked up at the man. I mean, really up. Could a man really be that tall, or were two kids pulling a Little Rascals on me? He leaned down, elbows on the counter. Now, I could really see him. Red curls. Blue eyes. Freckled nose. Was he made out of marble? I had never seen features so sharp.

“Are ye Claire?” His voice was like the honey I put in my Darjeeling.

“Yes, I am. Who wants to know?”

“I do. I’m Jamie. Mrs. Fitz is my great-auntie. She said ye’d be helping me? Learn, I mean.”

“OH! Of course! I’m sorry. Come in, come in,” I said as I lifted the flip-counter. He ducked under my arm to get through. “Sorry, that was a bit awkward. You could have lifted it yourself.”

“Aye, it’s all right. I appreciate the chivalry, madam.” He drew out the word ‘madam’ as long as he could. I bowed in return. He chuckled. We were off to a good start, here.

“So, Jamie what to you know about coffee?” His cat-eyes went totally round at the question.

“Well, ye drink it.”

“Mmhmm. And have you ever made coffee before?” I was skeptical that he had even heard the word coffee before today.

“Aye! I make it every day in my Bunn coffeemaker.”

“Bunns are for shmucks. This is the big league. Can you handle it?” He faked a look of concern before turning his attention back on me.

“Aye, I think so.” He nodded as if trying to convince himself.

“Can you take the heat?!” I was starting to sound like a coach, and he, my star player.

“AYE!”

“All right! Let’s start with espresso, shall we?”

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“So, you’ve grinded the espresso beans. Now what?”

“I put it in the machine…”

“No, no! You’re missing a step!”

“I tamp it!”

“Yes!” Jamie was a quick learner, his brain absorbing the things I said and did. Like a big ole ginger sponge. “You’re really getting the hang of it, especially for someone who didn’t even know what a tamper was when he woke up this morning.”

“It looks a bit like a weapon.” He rolled the bell shaped instrument in his hands.

“Perhaps to people with violent tendencies,” I said, giving him a pointed look. He just rolled his eyes. “How about you try to make yourself a latte or cappuccino?”

“Nay. I dinna drink lattes,” he answered distractedly, still playing with the tamper.

“Have you ever tried one?”

“No. I’m a simple man. Dark roast. Two sugars. Extra cream. These other drinks, they’re much too fancy for me.”

“Oh, Jamie,” I whined. “Be adventurous. Live a little!”

“Aye! All right! If it’ll get ye to stop squealing like a wee hog!”

“Did you just call me a hog?” I should be offended shouldn’t I?

“No, I said ye were like a hog. Big difference.” Yeah, definitely offended.

“Oh, well. Of course. Huge difference.”

“Oh, come, Sassenach. I was only teasing ye.” Oh, no, Mr. Fraser. You would not get off that easily.

“I know,” I mustered to most dejected voice. “No, big deal, right?” Could I fake cry right now? That would be the icing on this revenge cake.

“Claire, lass. Truly. I dinna mean it. Ye’re no like a hog. Ye ken that right?” God, that sincerity was killing me. I’d have to put him out of his misery…

“Oh, I know,” I perked up with a huge smile on my face. I’m pretty sure I was showing top and bottom teeth. Realization cam over his face.

“You wee-“

“Gotcha!”

“Ye’ll pay for that. Make no mistake.”

“Bring it on, Fraser,” I crooked my fingers at him, and then quickly let them fall. “Later. We have a task to accomplish.”

“Which would be…?”

“You. Drinking some frilly, fancy coffee you wouldn’t have otherwise.”

“Fine.”

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               I decided to make Jamie my favorite specialty latte. 1 pump chocolate. 2 pumps almond. 2 pumps coconut. 3 shots of espresso. Extra hot. Whipped cream and chocolate drizzle. I handed it to him hesitantly.

“What did ye put in this potion?”

“Just drink it, Ron Weasley.”

He took a small sip, smacking his lips a bit and licking cream off his mouth. That motion was a bit distracting.

“So…?” He contemplated for a second, eyes studying the ceiling.

“Weel, tis a bit sweeter than I like…”

“But…”

“But, it’s no bad. Well done, Sassenach.” I blushed prettily and batted my lashes.

“They do say I make the best coffee in town.” This wasn’t a lie. Some people did say that.

“Do they now? Well, I’m glad I was adventurous and tried one of your frilly lattes.”

“Good.” We sat in silence for a few moments, as customers milled around. He was sipping coffee. I was day dreaming about that argument I had with a customer last month… What an arse.

“Claire.” Jamie broke me from my reverie.  

“Jamie,” I answered just as formally.

“Since I’m being daring, I’d like to ask ye a question.”

“Um, sure.” Weird, but okay. He took a deep breath.

“Would ye like to go to dinner wi’ me sometime?” That was definitely not the question I was expecting. I was thinking more along the lines of ‘Not to be rude, but why does your hair look like that?’ or ‘Can you help me bury a body?’

“I’m sorry?”

“Dinner. Wi’ me. Tonight, possibly?”

“I wasn’t expecting that, but yes. Jamie, I would love to have dinner with you.” I pleasant surprise, that was.

“Aye? Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Thank God. That could have been embarrassing. Is 7 okay?”

“7 sound perfect.” Jamie Fraser, prepare to get the pants charmed off of you.

Hopefully literally.