#but then i realized that they were bitch slapping each other so it couldn’t be them

[backwzzds]

what about a sequel to the plug!zoro cheating on you w/ his girl? he broke up with her. some time goes by and zoro & y/n are at a kick back, getting a little frisky with each other and boom she just shows up.

no because you two would be at some barbecue held in franky’s massive backyard. of course the party animal had to have a pool, so you and the girls were dressed in small fitting bikinis. franky of course couldn’t keep his eyes off robin in her violet colored two piece, and nami sported an orange bikini top that was entirely too small for her tits with small shorts. yours was an olive green color working so well with your undertones, you didn’t even realized that it was damn near similar to zoro’s hair color till people pointed it out.

zoro was sitting against a beach chair with his back to the seat as he smoked on a backwood with you perched into his lap. he proudly took turns betweeen taking a pull of his weed and kissing you on the lips, the two of you sharing the routine for the last few hours.

“zoro get in the pool! it’s nice, haha!” luffy giggled excitedly. “we’re playing tag!”

zoro couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his childish best friend. “i’m good, thanks.” he gestured to his lit wood. with a look up to you, he saw you scrolling through your phone as you rested your side against his body. “y’wanna go in the pool mama?”

you shake your head. “got wet for the day already,” you reply, but do a double take when you see zoro smirk at you.

with a large hand gripping the flesh of your fatty ass, he teased, “yeah? when?”

you kissed your teeth and slapped his chest. “stop bein’ nasty you perv. ‘m finna call the cops.” zoro laughs at your threat before taking another pull of his wood.

“yeah, whatever you say, baby.”

you two end up spending the next few minutes making out, without a care in the world. zoro and your entire friend group didn’t bat an eyelash at the fact that you two were together. zoro had finally broken up with his girlfriend, but he was sure that it wasn’t the case on her end. she was delusional, worse than you.

you spend time in the boy’s arms, getting a whiff of his day old cologne and masculine musk as you two watch videos on your phone. the giggles and laughterspread amongst your friends had stopped and was replaced by numerous yells.

your own friends had joined the party just hours ago, your closest friend armani somewhere in the corner making out with nami. but when you heard armani’s familar loud voice from across the pool, that was when you grew concerned.

suddenly, a familiar figure storms their way over to your direction. “hey, you’re like trespassing on private property bro!” franky yelled as he tried to chase after the girl. within thirty seconds, zoro’s girlfriend—or as he says, ex— is in front of you.

she gives you one look before letting out a laugh. “of course. i knew you’d be fucking with her.”

zoro furrowed his eyebrows. “the fuck did you find me?”

the red girl points to her phone angrily. i fucking tracked your car and phone here!”

“ooh, damn,” you hear usopp turn and pretend to mind his business. but from his side eye and the corner of his long nose, you could tell he was still being nosy. by now, the entire party was.

“you fucking tracked me? are you insane?” zoro delicately lifts you up to place you next to him on the seat so he could properly sit up. “we’re not fucking together no more!”

“that’s not fair, zoro!” his ex cried. “you did that shit out of nowhere, i think i deserve some sort of explanation!”

standing up, you try to mediate the situation. “girl, i think y’all should step inside so no one hears—“

“i don’t owe you a fuckin’ explanation!” zoro exclaims from behind you.

“fuck you, you whore!” the girl points at you. “you’ve been fucking my boyfriend from the start, you dirty bitch!”

now you grow angry. “i’ve been fucking ‘your boyfriend’ since we were sixteen,” is all you say, knowing that would get under her skin. it was true though, zoro’s always wanted you, even before he started selling. you just never cared to give his ass the time of day mostly. “and you met him when, two years ago? please lil girl.”

zoro’s ex scoffs. “yeah okay, home wrecking whore—“

“you sure? i coulda sworn it was a section 8 apartment with the way you’re always up on niggas that’s not him!”

you wouldn’t even call your relationship with zoro homewrecking, not when you had him first and have been on and off with him since you both were teenagers. you just never anticipated that the little fling he had with the girl woulf have turned into something at the very least semi-serious. besides, you’d never fucked zoro when he was in a committed relationship with his then girlfriend at the time. out of simple respect for her, you had stepped back from him and whatever he had going on with her until he assured you that he was done with her and only wanted you.

“don’t get me started bitch before i hurt your feelings,” you threatened, giving the shorter girl a hard look.

zoro’s ex rolls her eyes. “yeah? you think he wants you when he’s coming home to me every other night?”

now you were on ten. “you gotta get a refund on that tracker baby cuz it aint telling the truth. not when the nigga live at my house. you check behind his ear lately? who name on that shit?”

color drains from the girl’s face as she watches zoro look at her with blank eyes. low and behold was your name in a beautiful script font, right behind his ear. his favorite spot he loved for you to kiss.

“you’re insane as fuck. you tried to track this nigga, trap this nigga, thinking a baby gon make him stay. he doesn’t fucking want you!” you scream. you were never this mean. but she was testing your nerves, and you had to show her you didn’t even play like that. “now you just got embarrassed. right after i told you to go inside with him on that bullshit.”

zoro’s ex makes a move to plunge towards you, but zoro successfully catches her in his strong grasp. “let me go!” the girl screams, attemtpinf to lunge at you. you mirror her actions, only to be held back by franky’s own strong grip.

“zee, take your bitch outside before i beat her ass bro!” you heathe, glaring at the girl who was matching your expression. even he couldn’t contain your anger at the moment. it was good franky was holding you back. zoro does as told and practically hauls his ex out the backyard on his shoulder. from a distance, you can see her calm down and melt into his embrace.

“that was some crazy shit,” usopp breathed out.

as if on cue, luffu exits the house with a big BBQ chicken leg in his hand, food stuffed in his mouth. “what the hell happened?”

[stvolanis]

i loveeeeee ur writing ah!!!!! just read ur most recent farleigh one and i was foaming at the mouth <3 idk if ur reqs are open but i cant stop thinking about being in a situationship with farleigh and finally getting sick of it, u break up with him and hes like ‘?? whatever’ thinking that u will come back but when u dont after a few days/weeks he starts lowkey panicking and basically begging u to take him back… just need him crying begging and being pathetic <3 rlly making him beg for it and purposely making him jealous with other guys just to make him suffer :p then when u finally decide to forgive him he fucks u crazy good and RAW 💕

Thank you so much! Also, sorry if this isn’t like EXACTLY what you wanted D:

Love & War

PAIRINGS: Farleigh Start! X Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: foul language, situationship, toxic! Farleigh, mentions of drugs & alcohol, angst, possessiveness, jealousy, crying

NSFW WARNINGS: Switch! Farleigh, Switch! Reader, choking, spitting, tummy bulge, face sitting, breath play, slight size kink, slapping, degradation, praise, dumbification

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Farleigh Start was a cunning, asshole of a man. You’d know, because you’ve been in love with him since you’re late highschool days.

Well—you didn’t know him personally till you both started attending Oxford. You admired him from a distance, as did many other people. You were never popular enough to bask in his limelight. You only ever dreamed of being with someone as amazing as him.

You thought Farleigh had no idea who you were, and truth be told, he didn’t. But he knew of you. He seen you everywhere, always somehow where he was. You were pretty, probably the most prettiest girl he’d ever seen; you were just so quiet. He knew that the people he hung around would eat you alive. You wouldn’t survive in his world.

So, he never dragged you into it. He watched you from afar for years, both of you unknowingly having feelings for each other. Deep down inside, Farleigh knew his friends weren’t the only reason he couldn’t be with you. He, himself had many issues of his own. One of the worst ones being his fear of rejection, and the second runner up; his pride. Always held so high, never coming down for anyone. It would get him hurt one day, but he’d have to realize that on his own.

When you began attending Oxford, you became friends with Oliver, who had become friends with Felix. He was your ticket into the “in crowd”, as you liked to call it.

You attended parties, stuck around for drinks and quickly grew popularity of your own. This didn’t go unnoticed by Farleigh, who you finally, after years of silence, began to talk to.

It was everything you imagined. He was nice, funny, a bit of a bitch in just the right way. Even when you were in a group of people, your eyes somehow always found his. The two of you would sneak away together, talk about nothing aimlessly for hours on end. Counting stars as you rambled about your favorite constellation.

At night, you’d meet at the bridge, sit on the edge in complete silence just to be in each others presence. Your hands would meet, and electricity sparked through your body. He made you feel like you were walking on clouds, and there was never a dim day when you were with him.

He was charismatic, confident, charming—everything you wanted to be. You were complete opposites of each other, but in just the right way to balance each other out. He noted every little thing about you, so much so that he began to do some of the things you did.

He’d use the dorky slang you used subconsciously when talking to other people, or start playing with the pretty rings on his finger like you told him you did when you got nervous. He listened to the music you recommend him, and connected the dots as to why you liked those songs. It all made sense, they explained you perfectly.

Everything was going great, till it wasn’t.

You didn’t know how it happened, or why, or maybe even what you could’ve done that changed him—but suddenly, he started acting different around you. The time you spent together was shortening and as were his touched and glances.

And the worst part about it? You weren’t in a relationship. You never where, but everyone just kinda knew that you were Farleighs’, and Farleigh was yours. No one ever questioned it, not even you, till now.

As you sat across Farleigh at the pub, playing with the flimsy black straw in your cocktail. You were so tired of him and his hot and cold actions and words. First moment he wanted you, and the next, he acts like he doesn’t even know you. It hurts, and you were sick of it.

Farleigh was talking to Felix about their home in Saltburn and stupid stories of how they used to throw these ‘amazingly grand’ parties during the summer and breaks they had. You huffed, standing up before harshly pushing in your chair. Why did you have to sit here and deal with this fuckary if you didn’t have to? You deserved better than the half-assed shit he was barely even offering.

As you walked away from the table full of people, a certain pair of eyes followed you, but you’d rather have died than look back. You heard footsteps follow hastily behind you as you exited the pub, the cold air welcoming you as you shivered.

“What’s your problem?” He shouted from behind you. You laughed dryly, spinning around to face him on your heel. “Oh you must be fucking kidding.” You laughed out. “My problem? No, what the fuck is your problem?” You yelled back at him.

“You’re the one who stormed off like a damn toddler! So enlighten me.” He fired back at you with furrowed brows. You felt your eyes water. God, you didn’t want to cry in front of him, but it hurt so badly. “Farleigh…why are you being like this?” You muttered.

He groaned as he ran a hand down is face. “Jesus, what are you on about?” He yelled out. “You keep leading me on!! I don’t understand it. You want me one second and the next you don’t!” You yelled back, pausing for a moment.

“You act like you love me and leave me the next second and it hurts, Farleigh. You hurt me!” You sobbed out, wiping your tears from your cheeks with your sleeve. He was taken aback for a moment, his mouth opening and closing. Almost as it he was at a loss for words. “That’s not—no, I didn’t—“ he started, but you cut him off as he reached to grab you.

“No. We’re done. Whatever we had is done. It’s over.” You said as you back away from him. Something inside of him snapped, and you could see it in the way his jaw clenched and eyes hardened. “Fine. Go on then. See if I give a fuck.” He chuckled out, shrugging his shoulders.

You couldn’t believe him. You couldn’t believe the words that were coming out his mouth. After everything you’ve said and done together, he has the audacity to act like he’s the superior one in this situation? It was the icing on the cake for you.

Tears ran down your face, and as they hit the ground, Farleigh felt his heart clench. Never did he wanna hurt you, but it’s what he had to do, or so he thought. He was gonna have to leave to go back to Saltburn with Felix in a month, and he couldn’t bring himself to take you.

Yes, he had fun times at Saltburn—but his family was crazy, rich, narcissistic assholes and he didn’t want you around them. More over, he didn’t want someone like Venetia to corrupt you in that way. He didn’t want you to become like her.

He knew he was being a dick, distancing himself from you. And he planned to keep it that way, but god, you made it nearly impossible to stay away. You were so inviting, how could he not succumb to his urges when it comes to you? He knew better, but he felt on top of the world when he was with you and he didn’t wanna let that go.

Watching you walk away from him right now made tears form in his own eyes, but all he could do is watch as you slipped further and further away from him. And he knew it was all his fault. All because he couldn’t communicate to you what the problem with himself was. He felt like such a coward, but he refused to hurt you more than he already had.

It had only been two weeks since you and Farleigh fell off. It was hard for you, and it was the hardest thing you’d ever done, but it was needed. You knew that.

When you stopped talking to him, you continued being friends with Felix and Oliver, but it was a nuisance. You were trying your hardest to forget about the tall, curly haired man and move on with your life, but they nearly made it impossible.

When you would all hang out, other friends included, Farleigh would show up and say act as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you. Felix and Oliver weren’t dumb, Farleigh was the one who came crying to them about what had happened. They seen right through Farleighs facade, acting as if he’s okay.

They were doing this kind of stuff on purpose, casually. Asking you about Farleigh, or bringing him up in conversation. They wanted you to give Farleigh another shot, but you gave him one too many chances to redeem himself, and you weren’t having it.

Felix invited you to one of his little frat parties, and I say little very lightly, because everyone knows the entire campus attends his parties.

You had no interest, but Oliver had insisted on you coming. Making it his mission to drag you out of the comfort of your bed. “You need this.” He insisted as he dug through your clothes. He pulled out an ed-hardy, strapless dress and some red platformed boots. “Oh this is fuckin’ perfect, love.” He smiled as he held it up to you.

“I dunno, Ollie. I don’t think I should go..” you muttered as you sat down on the edge of your bed, bringing your knees to your chest. Oliver sighed. “Cmon, just let loose tonight. You’ve been moping around for like ever!” He huffed out, yet a smile returning to his face as he held up some jewelry. “These’ll go good with it.” He urged.

You groaned and got up, snatching the clothes and jewelry out of his hands. “Out.” You grumbled. Oliver clapped his hands excitedly as he stepped out so you could get dressed.

The ed-hardy dress he chose for you hugged your curves in all the right places, your tits pushed together with the small padding built into the dress. You let Oliver back in and his jaw dropped. “You look fucking edible! Maybe you’ll get laid tonight.” He said, bumping your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes, yet a smile danced on your lips. Oliver always knew how to make the best out of a bad situation, and you loved him for that. “Let’s go before I change my mind.” You laughed, he nodded his head.

When you arrived to the party, the lights were flashing different colors. Red, blue, green, etc. it reflected off of Felixs’ shirt as he approached you, Farleigh following next to him. You clicked your tongue and looked around for an exit.

A boy caught your eye. You’d seen him around the campus, he was friends with Felix a while ago but Farleigh didn’t like him, which ended with Felix ending their friendship. Nathan, was his name, you thought as you approached him.

His eyes trailed up and down your body, stopping at your breasts that were spilling out of the thin top part of your dress. “Hey.” You purred, batting your lashes up at him. He smiled. He was handsome, you had to admit—but no where near as handsome as Farleigh.

You shook your head from the thought, directing your attention back to the mediocre boy in front of you. “Hey, baby.” He whistled out. You giggled, obviously fake, but he couldn’t tell; most likely strung out on cocaine and alcohol.

His hands snaked around your waist and he pulled you to him. He was disgustingly sweaty and reeked of cheap cologne, almost as if he poured the whole bottle on himself. Sickeningly too strong, making you gag. You forced yourself to ignore it, instead focusing on the way his hands cupped your ass in your dress.

You turned around, your back pressed to his front, only to be met with Farleighs eyes from across the body-filled room. He was staring at you, then down to the hands around your waist, and his jaw clenched. Anger, betrayal and hurt was all Farleigh felt as he watched some stranger feel you up.

But he couldn’t do anything about it. He brought this upon himself, and he knew that. But he also knew he’d do anything for your forgiveness, so he marched his way over to where you stood. You knew you should have ran away, but you didn’t.

You let him rip you away from the stranger holding you. You let him drag you all the way back to your dorm silently, a painfully tight grip on your upper arm the whole way there. You knew this was wrong, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care anymore.

Once you reached your dorm, he slammed you against the door that was now shut. “What the fuck was that, hm?” He muttered. But something was different. His voice, still hard, wavered and you noticed tears in his eyes threatening to spill over. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You muttered.

All the sudden, he broke down. The tall boy, usually filled with confidence and pride fell to his knees before you with a small, barely noticeable sob. You stood there, unknowing of what to do, or what to say. This was new territory for you.

“M’sorry, baby. Please—“ he said through his tears. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry. Know I was I piece of shit, I’m sorry.” He repeated the words you longed to hear over and over again. “I’m sorry.” He said. Those two words weren’t ever said enough from him, and you basked in every moment he said it. It made you feel a sense of power over him.

You turned his arrogant, cocky ass into a whiney little boy begging for your forgiveness at your feet and, nasty enough, you fucking loved it. You loved that only you were able to bring him to his knees like this.

“Oh, You’re sorry? Hm?” You cooed down at him, running your fingers through his curly hair. He sniffled as he looked up at you, his pretty lashes wet with tears. “So fuckin’ sorry. Promise I’ll be better.” He muttered out, hugging your stomach.

“Prove it.” You told him. He rubbed his eyes with one of his hands as he looked up at you again. “What?” He muttered. You smiled. “Get on the bed.” was all you said.

He nodded before climbing onto the bed, laying on his back. “What—“ he started, but you didn’t let him finish. “Eat my pussy good, make me cum with your mouth and then I’ll forgive you.” You said. He sat up on his elbows and watched you undress through hooded eyes, till you were wearing absolutely nothing.

Your nipples grew hard under the cold air, and the wetness between your thighs he could see from where he lied on your bed; it glistened in the dim light of your bedroom. Your lips were glossy and plump as your tongue glided over them, and he felt his cock harden in his pants.

You climbed on top of him, hovering your pussy over his face. His mouth watered at the sight, and he gripped his cock through his pants. Your lowered yourself onto him till your full weight rested on his face.

He began lapping at your cunt with everything he had. Licking and slurping at your juices that ran down his chin. You tasted like heaven on his tongue, and he couldn’t get enough. You were the drug in him, and he was going fucking wild.

He was a starved man, and it had been too long since he had you like this. He whined when you lifted off of his face, pushing his head back down when he tries to extend his neck to connect his mouth to your pussy again desperately.

You click your tongue. “So desperate, hm?” You mocked with a laugh. Farleigh played nice long enough, you were holding up his meal, and he didn’t like it. “M’not fuckin done.” He growled out. You let out a gasp as his arms wrapped around your thighs, slamming you back down onto his mouth.

You moaned out as his tongue swirled around your bundle of nerves. “Farleigh!” You yelped. He groaned into your messy cunt, sending vibrations through it that had your head falling back. “Perfect little cunt.” He said, Voice muffled by your pussy.

His laps at your cunt more erratic as your moans became more high pitched, signaling that you were on the verge of your orgasm. Your hips moved against his face, your hands entangling themselves in his hair as you glided your cunt across his tongue.

“M’gonna cum, oh my god—“ you moaned out as you squeezed your breast. Farleigh moaned. “Cum on my fuckin’ tongue. Good girl” He grumbled against you as you felt a wave of pleasure roll off of you. The little pinch in your stomach finally releasing into that delicious orgasm you were so desperately chasing.

Farleigh was drowning in your juices, slurping and licking, taking everything you had to offer. He let you ride out your orgasm, your little clit bumping his nose in just the right way, your moans growing lower as you came down from your high breathlessly.

“M not done with you. Actin like a fuckin slut, letting that motherfucker touch you.” He said through clenched teeth as flipped you around onto your back, hoisting your legs over his shoulders.

He lined his cock to your entrance, clenching around nothing. He smeared his pre-cum around your folds before slowly, almost teasingly, sinking into you. You felt him fill you so full of him, almost painfully. The sting was so agonizingly good, and you wanted more.

When he bottomed out in you, his bottom lip was between his teeth, biting down so hard he nearly drew blood. You yelped when he lifted his hips before harshly slamming himself back into you, over and over again.

His pace began to pick up, his balls slapping against the flesh of your ass loudly. You gripped around him firmly, so much so that he could barely pull out of you. It made him wince, but he wanted this more than anything. He’s been craving this since you left him; he jacked himself off at night to the thought of being in your warmth.

His hand found it’s way to your throat, gripping tightly. “Take this cock, baby. Know this slutty pussy can take it.” He muttered as pried your mouth open with his thumb. He spit into your mouth, lightly slapping the side of your face, signaling for you to swallow, to which you did.

You felt so small beneath him as he pounded relentlessly into you, the grip on your throat never wavering. His groans were like music to your ear, and the sudden flip in him turned you on to no extent. It was fucking perfect how he could be so needy in two different ways. First, begging for anything you’ll give him, and the next, taking what he wanted from you desperately.

“You with me, honey?” He moaned out against your ear. You mumbled incoherently, your words slurring together. You couldn’t focus enough to form a sentence with the way he was fucking you, your mind going blank. “Fucked you dumb. My stupid little whore.” He mocked as his hips stuttered against yours.

You knew he was close by the way he throbbed and swelled inside you, squeezing down onto him more as he hit that bundle of nerves inside of you with each thrust. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you gripped onto Farleighs wrist that held your neck, heels digging into his back.

His breathing was uneven and both of your bodies were sweaty messes together, but what really had you in a chokehold was the way that even when he was dominating you, his whimpers never stopped. Still so needy for your cunt as you let him take what he needed from you helplessly.

He came deep inside of you, painting your gummy walls white with his seed. His hips stilled against you, making sure to stuff you full of his cum, not wanting any of it to go to waste. When he finally released your neck, you looked down to where you were connected but your eyes froze on the sight before you.

His tamed mound of hair above his cock was soaked with your juices, but what really got you, was the evident bulge showing through your stomach. He grabbed your hand, holding it onto your stomach where the bulge of his cock was. “Feel that? Remember, only I can fuck you this good.” He spat out as he pressed down, and you released a moan at the sensation.

His free hand traveled down to your clit, rubbing harshly and fast. “Gonna cum, please, can I cum?” You whimpered out as you clenched the sheets beneath you. Farleigh nodded feverishly. “Cum for me, be a good girl.” He muttered as he slowly fucked his cock into you at just the right pace.

The way he dragged along your walls, paired with the stimulation on your swollen clit, deprived clit had you reaching for the moon as you came for a second time tonight. Your mouth hung agape, not a word slipping out as a breathless moan slid past your plump lips. You needed this. You’d been craving this, and you finally got it.

Farleigh nestled himself in you, leaning his head down till his forehead was pressed against yours. Your hair was matted to your forehead from sweat, as was Farleighs, but you didn’t care. It was the least of your concerns. All you wanted was him, and you finally had him again, and this time it actually felt right.

But the words he spoke was what sealed the deal for you.

“I love you, y/n. From the moment I seen you sitting alone at lunch when we we’re sophomores back in Highschool, I’ve loved you. I loved you when you were small, shy and quiet, barely knowing anyone; and I love you now when you’re the socialist butterfly I know. I love you when you laugh, when you smile, when you speak, and even when you cry.” He said, tears running down your face.

“I will always love you.” He finished, kissing the tears that fell onto your rosy cheeks.

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An Inch Away From More Than Just Friends

Paige Bueckers x reader

Your ex-boyfriend is quite literally the smallest man who ever lived, and Paige is there to pick up the pieces

Themes: Heavy smut, angst, happy ending <3, friends to lovers

Word count: 3k

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“And you deserve prison, BUT. YOU. WON’T. GET. TIME!” you scream-sing, each word punctuated with a hand slapping the table loudly. Tears fall down your face and you let out a ragged breath, attempting to quell your rage and anguish.

Your stupid ass, idiot of a boyfriend, Connor, had cheated on you with some tramp from Florida, of all places. And he had subsequently dumped you over text, attaching a picture of the girl sucking his cock.

You wanted to murder him. Slowly. With a knife. 

Here you sat, though, after the shock of that text message wore off, sobbing at your kitchen table to Taylor Swift. Your life felt like a terrible sitcom. 

He was your first boyfriend. You didn't really date much in high school. The boys were immature and gross, and the girls were too intimidating to approach in a flirty way. You just wanted to feel wanted, sick of constantly being the third wheel with your friends.

Despite getting broken up with out of the blue, you knew why Connor had done it. It was the reason for your countless arguments you had suffered through the last year.

Paige Bueckers.

Paige was your best friend, and Connor had absolutely loathed her from the moment you had introduced the two blondes. 

Your boyfriend had always been slightly possessive; it was one of the things that had initially attracted you to him. You had always craved an intense and all consuming love, and at first, you had thought you'd gotten that. But fate was tempted as you and Paige grew closer.

As the song you’ve had on repeat restarts for the hundredth time, you recall your last argument. It wasn’t difficult considering it happened just a few days ago. 

You and Paige were hanging out in your apartment like you did frequently. Laying side by side on your bed, a movie played on the TV, sending flickering lights through the dark room. You were both exhausted from the week, but each other’s presence produced a calm energy that washed over all of the stress you had been feeling.

Your legs are tangled up with Paige’s, and your head is nestled in the crook of her neck. The movie is long forgotten, as you relish in the presence of your best friend. She hums in content at your closeness, enjoying your company just as much as you.

You can actually feel your heart cry, realizing that you couldn’t get any closer to the blonde girl. 

You had been having several realizations the last few months: Your fondness for UConn’s favorite star was more than just friendly. Unfortunately, you were pretty sure that Connor had also picked up on this. And if this helpless little crush of yours continued, you’d be in deep shit. 

Contemplating your situation, Paige nudges into you, catching your attention. 

“I can literally hear the wheels in your head turning. Whatcha thinkin’ about, baby?” Paige teases softly.

Baby. 

Your heart flutters, as it always did when she called you little pet names.

You shrug, the movement slightly jostling Paige.

“Just dealing with some stuff,” you mumble, a feeble attempt to minimize what you were feeling. It's not like you could tell her anyway.

Before Paige can goad you into revealing more, the door to your bedroom is ripped open, hitting the wall with a slam and reverberating through the apartment. 

“I fucking knew it!” Connor shouted, pointing at you and Paige. His face was screwed up into an ugly expression of contempt.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Paige yells back, as you simultaneously shout, “Connor you can't just barge in here. That’s so fucking rude.”

“Stay away from my girlfriend, you nasty, little bitch,” Connor sneers meanly. Paige’s eyebrows furrow at this, standing in front of him to look him in the eye.

You try to stifle a laugh as Paige gets in your boyfriend’s face; she was two inches taller than him, and she never let him forget it. 

“I don’t know about ‘little,’” she retorts with a smug expression on her face.

Enraged, Connor spins around, stomping out of the room, kicking your couch on his childish rampage out.

Your breathing is irregular as you try to slow your heart rate. Sobs are already bubbling up inside your chest, threatening to seep through the cracks that Connor had left once more. 

Paige pulls you into her lap, cradling you against her chest in a desperate attempt to comfort you. Little did she know, her touch was all you really needed. 

You are pulled back into the present, feeling empty without Paige. Tears roll down your cheeks and your bottom lip wobbles. You felt like you were never really present anymore; walking through life in a daydream. Pictures of Paige constantly filled your brain, and you knew the unrequited feelings would be much more painful than the harsh termination of your and Connor’s relationship. 

Fuck. You were down bad. 

You take to your couch with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. Those were two guys you knew would never fail you. You allow yourself to rot the day away. Episode after episode plays, but you are barely paying attention. You feel like screaming, the feeling of desperation wrestling with your typical sense of composure. 

Your vision slides over to the top of your fridge, where an impressive amount of alcohol sits.

‘Perfect. I can't pine when I’m black out drunk,’ you think miserably. 

You were so, so wrong. 

An hour later you were dancing around in nothing but one of Paige’s shirts and your underwear, using a large bottle of tequila as a microphone. You were usually a quiet roommate, but the empty apartment was the perfect excuse to let out all the emotions you had been holding in for months. 

You were so engrossed in your performance, you miss Paige walking in. When you finally turn to face her in a dramatic spin, hair flying everywhere, you gasp in shock. 

Paige is grinning. “Havin’ fun, babe?” she questions, clearly amused by your drunken antics.

You were too inebriated to feel embarrassed, and you nod with a bright smile. You thrust the bottle towards the blonde, encouraging her to join in your fun. 

“Oh, what the hell,” Paige concedes, taking the bottle and lifting it up to her mouth in a way that had you suddenly feeling sticky. 

She was sinful when she was drunk. It was not your fault that you wanted the clingy Paige that accompanied large amounts of alcohol. 

You spend the next hour taking turns sipping from the bottle, enjoying the feverish burning in your belly that follows each swallow. It doesn’t take much time for Paige to catch up to you, and you know she’s tipsy once she pulls you into her lap and starts drawing shapes onto your thighs. A quiet moan escapes from your lips at her touch; her fingers were fucking magic. 

You turn to face Paige, straddling her on your couch. The tequila in your system was making you bolder than the blonde was accustomed to you being, but she welcomed it. Now face to face, with nothing but your flimsy panties in between Paige’s muscular leg and your slick center, you gaze at her with heavy lidded eyes.

She was so pretty, and her eye contact made you bashful. Breaking away from the heat of those blue eyes, you wrap your arms around her neck in a huge hug, causing Paige to let out a small chuckle at your affection.

You were nothing if not candor whilst drunk, so Paige is hardly surprised when you slur, “Connor hated how I look at you. That’s why he broke up with me.”

Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Paige murmurs, “How do you look at me?”

“Like you hung the fuckin’ moon,” you sigh dreamily, the tequila making you feel warm and fuzzy.

“Oh, really, baby?” Paige questions, her voice growing deeper as you tilt your hips against her thigh once more in an attempt to feel some relief. Her presence was overwhelming your senses, and there was fire deep in your abdomen that was raging.

 You forget to respond to her, too distracted from the way her leg felt so damn good against your clothed pussy. Attempting to lessen some of the desire building up inside you, you experimentally roll your hips, letting out a lustful whine as you realize how good it feels. 

Paige is momentarily stunned at your boldness before she grabs your chin, tilting it up to meet her eyes that were full of want. Your pupils are blown, the irises just a small ring at this point, and she questions if you really want to do this. 

Well obviously.

You nod your head, unsure if you had any words in you to describe just how badly you wanted Paige to fuck you.

“Baby, use your words,” Paige drawls. The huskiness of the term of endearment has you panting, and you struggle to moan out a “Yes, please just fuck me, P.”

That was all Paige needed. She places her hands underneath your ass, and lifts you up, carrying you towards your bedroom. You wrap your legs around her toned figure and meet her lips in a searing kiss. 

In a second, it feels like all the shittiness has evaporated away, leaving you feeling reborn and renewed. Paige was a fucking drug to you, and you needed another hit. 

Setting you down on your bed, Paige wastes no time stripping you of your oversized t-shirt, leaving you in your cotton panties that were now completely soaked. She swirls two fingers across the drenched fabric, smirking to herself that she was able to have such an effect on you. You whine at her deliberate actions and pout like a child who wasn’t getting their way. Paige laughs at your desperation and kisses the pout right off of your lips, licking into your mouth with fervor. 

You tug at her shirt, wanting her to be as bare as you were, and she quickly slips it over her head, throwing it onto the floor. There was still an imbalance of clothing between the two of you, and you finger the waistband of Paige’s sweatpants, wanting to see every bit of her. 

Shaking her head fondly at your blatant lack of shame, she gets off of the bed and shimmies out of her pants, leaving her in just a sports bra and those boxers you loved a little too much. From where you were still sitting on the bed, you shamelessly let your eyes rake over her toned figure. She was stunning, and you felt pride well up inside you, knowing you were finally going to have sex with the tall blonde.

It almost made the years of pining worth it. 

“This better?” Paige asks, gesturing towards her body, and you giggle in response. 

She climbs back onto the bed, a knee placed between your parted thighs and presses it against your soaked heat. You let out another loud moan at the contact, and your back arches off the bed from the pleasure. 

There are no thoughts in your tipsy, drunk-in-love brain, and it shows. You’re mumbling in tangents, now, pleading with Paige to do more. 

She finally concedes and goes to take off your panties. She’s being a little tease, slowly dragging them down your legs, while keeping intense eye contact with you. You are pretty sure the act makes your pussy drip even more. 

Placing a leg over her shoulder, Paige opens you up and takes a second to admire the gleaming wet folds that were hers and only hers. You tremble under her stare, feeling deliciously vulnerable in a way that makes you want to submit to her every whim. 

She inches closer to your pussy, pressing hot kisses all along your inner thighs. You revel in the buildup of it, trying to avoid being pushy. To no avail, your hips jut forward, slightly humping the air in an attempt to get some release. 

Coming back up to nip your earlobe playfully, Paige whispers sensually, “Gotta be a good girl for me.” 

You try to respond, but her use of the phrase ‘good girl’ makes the words catch in your throat. She resumes her kisses, trailing them down your throat to your chest, where she takes a detour in favor of showing your pretty, peaked nipples some attention. 

Another whine leaves your lips like a prayer, as Paige leaves love bites over your tits. That would look like a damn masterpiece in the morning, and you’re already planning to take a Polaroid picture of you topless, covered in Paige’s hickeys. 

Finally, she trails back down your stomach, fingers ghosting over your skin and leaving behind thousands of goosebumps in their wake. Your skin felt like it was on fire. 

“Please, Paigey. Need you, baby,” you whimper brokenly, begging for some respite from the torturous teasing. 

Paige gives in, dying to taste to you, and she licks a fat stripe on your pussy, starting at your dripping hole and ending in a tantalizing circle at your clit. Your hands fly to her head, trying not to pull at her hair too much. 

She inserts her middle finger into you, drawing another slutty moan from your lips as she pumps into you vigorously. 

There really is no way to describe just how good she is making you feel. The past six months of sex with Connor had been passionless and repetitive. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to go without this again. 

Paige inserts another finger in your pussy with a smirk and continues to pummel them against your g-spot. The pressure in the pit of your belly was already building, and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you exploded. Paige had taken a break from eating you out to kiss you once more, wanting you to taste your sweet wetness on her lips. It was possibly the hottest thing you had ever done, and the act pushes you closer to the finish line. 

“Gonna cum, Paigey,” you moan wantonly, your thighs twitching and your back arching once more. The tequila in your system causing you to act especially debauched. 

Paige loves it. 

“C’mon, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me,” she moans in response against your soaked pussy, and you fall apart instantaneously. 

High pitched whines and moans fill your bedroom as Paige continues thrusting her fingers in and out of you, slowing down as you ride out your high. If it wasn’t for the alcohol, you would be embarrassed with yourself, but there was no thought of that. 

You needed to taste Paige. 

Once Paige pulls out of you, licking her fingers off as if she was starved, you reattach your lips feverishly. You taste so good, but you are dying to know what she tastes like, and without warning, you strip the rest of her clothes off. 

She lays her head on your mountain of pillows, blonde hair fanning in all directions. You can see the heaving of her chest, already anticipating your touch. Her lips are swollen in a way that’s positively sinful, and you think you’ve never seen anyone look as beautiful as Paige does right now. 

Straddling her, you lean in to suck at the soft skin underneath her left ear, pulling out moan after moan that went right to your still-buzzing pussy. 

Trailing down to her tits, you knead one before attaching your hot mouth to the other, swirling your tongue around it and then nipping it experimentally. 

“Fuck, babe. Please. Can’t do more teasing,” Paige grits out, trying to maintain some semblance of control. 

Just as yours had, Paige’s hips squirm, and you grin up at her. You press kisses across her toned abdomen, mentally noting that her abs would be nice to ride another time, and finally settle at the opening of her legs. 

Spreading her open, you gaze upon her glistening wetness momentarily before diving in. You could not possibly wait another second to taste her. 

You two both moan at the contact, sending muffled vibrations against Paige’s pussy that brings forth a second, louder groan of pleasure. 

Wanting to make her feel so, so good, you plunge two fingers into her sopping wetness, while flicking the tip of your tongue across her clit repeatedly without ceasing. 

It had been awhile since you had eaten another girl out, but it came back to you immediately; it was like riding a bike. 

Paige’s moans fill the room, and you think you could die there happily. You’re unrelenting. The combination of three of your fingers and that lavicious tongue of yours soon has Paige panting out, “fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum.” 

She rides out her orgasm, switching between moaning your name and naughty words that have you immediately wanting to do a second round. 

You pull your fingers out of her wetness, making a show of licking them off in front of her before meeting her in an erotic kiss.

You lay back on your pillows, stifling your sighs and calming the beat of your heart from what you had just done with your best friend. You look over at her, hoping and praying that the sex you just had wouldn’t ruin your friendship. 

Paige bites her lip, in a not so great attempt at hiding a smile, and pecks you on the lips. “That was way better than that fuckhead, Connor, right?” She was smug as hell. But she was not wrong.

“Considering his dick was three inches, uh yeah,” you laugh. “But joking aside, you were amazing.”

“Just glad I could make my girl feel better,” she replies.

“I’m your girl?” you ask, cheeks ablaze in a fiery heat of desire.

“You are now,” Paige chuckles, interlocking your pinkies together in an earnest proclamation of affection. 

You were hers, and she was yours. 

[laylaplease]

WARNINGS — Anakin × Fem!Reader, Dom!Anakin × Sub!Reader, ovulation, masturbation, breeding kink, pet names (love, baby), verbal degradation, humiliation, swearing (fuck, slut, cockslut, bitch), oral sex (m), fingering (f), pain kink, impact play (face slapping), manhandling, brief dacryphilia, brief dub-con, drooling, mentions of cum, clit play, creampie.

WORDS — 2.3k

Imagining Anakin with your own fingers rubbing onto your clit was a nightmare. It was agonizing torture to experience pleasure that was nowhere close to the feeling of his nine-inch cock rubbing against your cervix. Especially now that the moon has shifted and your womb is pulsing with the need for his seed.

Anakin has quite literally ruined you and your body, molded it into its own personal plaything that couldn’t get satisfaction without him. His touch was a remedy for everything —fear, anger, sadness — but it was especially skilled at calming your need to be fucked dumb.

Haunted by the inability to get yourself off and get rid of ovulation cravings in the process, you make your way to Anakin’s home office, where he’s been studying some dull Jedi scrips you had no interest in. The room was dimly lit by a single torchiere, which left a soft cast of light on Anakin’s scrumptious body. Peeking through the partially opened door that he’s purposely left for you, watching the soft frown between his eyebrows and the way his exposed forearms tensed while flipping the papers, you didn’t even notice how your hand slipped past your panties again. The absurdity of the situation was what made your walls clench extra tightly around your amateur digit — so desperate, you had no other choice but to secretly watch your own boyfriend.

Your head partially pressed against the doorframe, one eye peaking and savoring Anakin while your finger messily maneuvered around your clit, you couldn’t believe Anakin was still oblivious to your deed. Especially when your wetness has long ago seeped past your underwear and is now making a pathetic sloshing sound, which only fuels your desire.

“Come here, love.” Anakin’s voice drags you out of your fantasies; he pats his thigh, calling you as if you were a dog. If your hand wasn’t glued to your pussy, you would definitely follow the command instantly.

Even with your brain dumbified by all the hormones, it was quite easy to realize that Anakin indeed had it all figured about your activities. His nonchalant behavior, however, was surprising and not decipherable for your little head.

“Come on, hands off yourself and come, I won’t ask again."

This time, you move. Wiping the remains of yourself on the back of your skirt, you follow the soft light inside the room and display yourself in front of Anakin with pouted lips and a suspicious gleam in your eyes.

Anakin slides the papers aside and turns his chair to face you. Familiar heavy stare of desire filling you with the feeling of inferiority, even if he’s the one sitting below your eye level. He remains mute as he reaches out to dig his fingers into the supple flesh of your thighs.

“Wanna tell me why you’ve been humping every corner of the house the whole fucking day?” He asks as he slides his warm hand across your skin, brushing the very bottom of your ass with his fingertips.

“I’m just—”

“A bitch in heat.” He cuts you off, grabbing your butt-cheek at the same time as the sharp words sting your dignity. “Say it.”

Before you can open your mouth again, his fingers slip past the crotch of your panties, hooking under it and pulling it aside, allowing two metal digits to slide past the brim of your wetness as his other hand is welcomed under your skirt.

“I’m a—AH!” Your knees buck when the cold edges scratch at your walls; not even your pooling arousal relieves the bittersweet tingle.

“What’s wrong?” He asks with a voice of mock pity. “Needy cunt shuts you up, mmm? Can’t speak unless I fuck my cum in you?” His fingers move at a slow but forceful pace, each powerful stroke making you trip over your words.

“A-A-Ani-i-i s-stop!” You grab at his wrist, trying to pause the movement, which only encourages him to create a more agonizing pace.

“What was that? Harder?” He slaps your hand off his, intensifying the pumping into your hole. Creamy juice drips down his wrist as he’s tearing at your insides with an insensitive, artificial touch. And all you’re capable of is whimpering and letting him satisfy his sadistic needs.

Your eyes are clouded with tears of pleasure, yet the limited sight allows you to see the tightness of his pants, covering his hardening shaft from your view. You can’t help but create a mental image, replacing the mechno-fingers with his nine-incher. That’s when your sore pussy finally starts clenching down around him, making the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

When Anakin frees his hand out of your grasp, there is no other response than whimpering at the loss of delight between your legs. He doesn’t acknowledge your desperation. Raising his hips up slightly, he frees himself off his pants, letting them sit midway his thighs. Following the hint, you try to make your way on top of him, climbing into his lap while pushing your skirt up — ready to receive the reward you’ve been craving since eight in the morning.

“What are you doing?” Anakin asks, looking at you with his eyebrows slightly up, an expression of mockery.

You bite your lip, surprised by the sudden change of events. Your eyes bore into his, looking for a sign to proceed before your pussy grows cold.

Anakin smiles at you, seemingly holding in a small chuckle. His hand reaches back for your cunt, but instead of entertaining it further, he gently pats you twice. “Get on your knees.”

Frustrated, you slide your knee off the chair, standing back up between his now spread legs. You give him a needy stare, speechlessly begging for mercy.

“I know that look, baby.” He finally speaks, his fist wrapping around his length to smear the precum over the sensitive skin. “Unfortunately, little sluts don’t get their wombs used, get down." He points to the floor. Hypnotized by the way his hand squeezed the swollen tip with each stroke, you lower yourself.

Wasting no time, Anakin’s hand grabs the back of your head, pulling you into his crotch. Your lips settle at the base under his cock, resting it across your face as you stare at him, glossy eyes blinking in a silent plea. He strokes your hair, admiring the view.

“You wanted it, didn’t you?” The grip tightens, making sure you are locked in a humiliating position.

Without receiving an answer, Anakin guides himself past your lips, sliding in slowly as your throat and walls pulse in unity, one at the stretch and the other at the lack of it. He lets out a satisfied groan as the warmth of your mouth surrounds his painfully swollen dick.

“Fuuuck, what a tight little hole—” He curses, eyes staring up as his eyebrows furrow slightly. If you hadn’t been so depraved of him fucking you properly, you would have enjoyed the sight of his pleasure.

He doesn’t bother to use his hips as his hand guides your head up and down his length, each stroke appearing to be impossibly deeper than the earlier. Suffocating from the tears and salty precum spilling all over you, there is no other choice but to claw at his thighs as you try not to pass out from the intense feeling of your throat being stretched out and adjusted to the size of him.

“You’re fine, take it.” He groans, not switching the pace. He glances down at you, chest rising and falling as he uses you to his heart’s content. The sight of you drooling all over his dick without having a say in it made him feel like a god. He owned you.

Feeling him twitching inside you, you sense the end of your torture is near. As you brace yourself to receive his load, Anakin suddenly slides all the way out.

While your body greedily gasps for air, he tugs on your hair, making your head bend backwards without any remorse for your fucked-out state. His hand reaches up to slap across your cheek, grounding you.

“Now let’s try again. What are you?” He speaks, the same harsh tone making it obvious that he’s not a bit disturbed by his ruined orgasm.

Sniffling the tears away, your lips struggle between his fingers. “I’m a b-bitch in heat—” Your stuttering earns you another slap, followed by the return of the harsh grip.

“Again.” He says, lips in thin line, as he waits for your obedience.

“A bitch in heat!” You repeat it more clearly, trying to satisfy him by fighting the need to cough. Another slap is delivered to the same cheek, this time making you twitch and hiss in pain.

“Yeah? That’s what you are, isn’t it?” Anakin takes more pleasure in abusing your cheek, each strike forcing you to gasp and sob as your head rested inches away from his still throbbing cock. “Stupid cockslut, each month the same thing, your needy cunt begging for cum, need to breed so bad, hm? Say it again.”

“I’m a bitch in heat!” You say loudly, trying to make him stop and finally give you what you actually need.

Anakin seems to be snapped out of his trance by how loud and desperate your voice was. His hands grip your wrists, pulling you up to your feet. He doesn’t speak as he turns you around, bending you over his desk. Rough hand at your neck, pushing your face into the long-forgotten documents, which will soon be stained by your drool and tears.

He yanks your skirt and underwear down with one tug, his own pants sliding a bit lower in the process, allowing him more freedom of movement. Not waiting for your whines, he stuffs your pussy full, thick length splitting you open, fitting perfectly between your soft heat. Anakin’s instantly covered in your arousal, juices wrapping around him, making it easier to slip back inside with each sharp thrust.

“'S what you wanted, huh?” His hands grab your hips, raising you so your legs dangle while he ravages your hole. “What do you say? Let’s shut this tight cunt up for the next nine months.”

Anakin’s words made you spasm rapidly around him. Your body, determined to get knocked up, didn’t even bother to consider what your non-hormonal brain thinks about it, so when he asked the question, you couldn’t help but cry multiple begs about how you need to be filled up. You’ll worry about it later.

“Yeah? Say it again: What was that you wanted me to do to you?” He pounds away his pent-up frustration as you gather enough strength to speak through the quivering of your whole body.

“Ani, please! Need you to— ah! Come inside—!”

Hearing your trembling voice begging to be fucked full, his hips slap against your butt-cheeks with greater force. You feel Anakin’s chest press against your back, the warmth of his skin easing the way your insides bruised in the shape of each vein on his shaft. His moans and grunts of pleasure go straight into your ear in a new-found position. The room is full of lewdness: a wooden floor stained with love juices and spit, desk scratching the wall with each pump of Anakin’s cock, your pussy sloshing around it, struggling to accommodate his size comfortably but taking every inch without a whimper of displeasure.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck— S’ like that, take it, fucking slut!” He swears, grunts mixing with whimpers. The more he curses, the messier and more out of order his thrust becomes, signaling his inevitable release.

His hands snake around you. One finds his way to your clit and instantly begins rubbing it messily, causing your whole body to shake violently. His other arm reaches all the way across your chest to grab on your shoulder from under you, making sure you’re pressed nice and tightly against him with no chance of slipping off his cock until he’s fucked you full of cum.

“Aaaani, don’t stop—!” You beg when the tingle at the very bottom of your tummy seems to be unknotting slowly. Your hands reach to hold onto the one that’s squeezing your shoulder.

“Gonna cum, fuck, fill this pussy up, yeah? Want my cum baby? Yeahhh— Gon’ breed you properly—”

With the last strength left in his body, he proceeds to piston short and hard strokes into you while his fingers work furiously over your clit to bring you to your own pleasure. Anakin’s fingers dig into your skin, forehead leans tightly against the back of your head, his deep groans are mixing with desperate whimpers as his pleasure is reaching its peak.

“C’mon baby, don’t stop squeezing me, that’s it— fUCK, yeah— Baby—!” 

With the last deep moan against your skin, you feel hot ropes of cum shooting all the way inside you, tainting your spongy walls with white. Your own orgasm follows when you feel his cock spasming with release. Curling your toes, your whole lower body trembles against him, unraveling the intense feeling of pleasure deep between your folds. Anakin’s fingers dedicatedly abuse your sweet bundle of nerves until your shaking subsides completely and you grow limp on top of the desk, your feet finally lowering to the ground.

Anakin lays on top of you, still holding you tightly against his chest to prevent your weakened body from sliding down to the floor. Still deep inside you, his entire weight squeezes you in a protective embrace while he’s slowly going soft, basking in the mix of your and his cum. When both of your heavy breathing seem to finally cease, his lips press against the back of your shoulder with a deep sigh.

“Think I fucked the slut out of your cunt for good?”

[sinning5sos]

No Shame | Luke

surprise, I'm alive bitches XOXO

Requested: YES! I took a few requests and put them into one

i was wondering if you could write about dom!luke fwb kind of situation where luke tells you about his thought process when writing no shame and admitting it’s like about the reader ? 

literally the sluttiest kinkiest shit you can write for luke

leaving hickeys all over luke, JUST IMAGINE SKSK

Word Count: ~3.1k

Luke: wyd?

You rolled your eyes at the text that just came through, and your eyes flickered up to the clock. 9:45 PM. This was the usual time he texted, but you couldn’t help the smile forming as you typed your response.

You: On my way to you?

Luke: Wow so eager for me. See you soon angel.

You loved the message and got off the couch to head to your car. Your engine started up and you turned the radio on as you started to drive to Luke's apartment. You couldn’t help but laugh as one of the band's songs started playing over the radio, a song from their second album. You had met Luke through a mutual friend at a party after they released their first album, but slowly became closer whenever they would be back in L.A. or if they flew you out. 

You made the first move, kissing him when you were slightly tipsy and the two of you realized you had a lot of chemistry. It was mainly physical, but there were a few moments where the two of you would go on dates but neither of you would call them dates. Just friends with benefits. It was too busy for either of you to date but you loved fucking him too much to let him move on, to let yourself move on.

The drive to his house was quick, that’s also part of the reason that the two of you continued hooking up with one another. You entered the code into the gate and pulled into the driveway next to his car, shifted into park and sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror one last time. You applied just a little bit more of the lipstick that he loves, and ensured your make up was fine. He loved the disheveled makeup look after he fucks you thoroughly, so you knew what you were doing. 

You climbed out of the car and walked up to the door, about to knock but he already opened the door by the time you got to the threshold. He’s just so attractive.

His curls were freshly washed, the smell of his body wash hitting you immediately - you were the one who bought it for him, one of your favorite scents. He had a basic white tee on but it fit him so well, as well as the gray sweats he had on. 

He pulled you in immediately, his lips meeting yours as you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you. There was no need for introductions, no need for any conversation. You both knew what you were there for.

“Now listen angel, there’s going to be a few things happening. I want you to go upstairs, strip down and get on your back. Next, I am going to put your ankles in the spreader bar and show you what I bought for you earlier today,” He murmured in your ear, his hands coming down to grip your ass.

“The first part of the toy goes right on your clit, and then the other part of the toy goes right inside that pretty little pussy of yours. Then, I’m going to fuck that sweet ass.” He muttered, his words echoing in your head as he slapped your ass. “Understood angel?” 

His nose nudged yours and you nodded your response, his lips moving to meet yours again.

“Go.” He whispered, and you eagerly went up to his bedroom and did exactly as he said. Your eyes landed on the toy, a bright pink vibrator that was sort of U shaped, on his bedside table beside a bottle of lube. You quickly stripped down and laid on the bed, your anticipation building as you heard Luke slowly come up the stairs. 

You shifted slightly as he opened the door, his normally bright blue eyes darker, lust evidenced on his face as you slowly opened your knees and his gaze fell directly onto your center.

“Ankles up,” He murmured, and you lifted your ankles up into the air as he slowly clasped the cuffs around each of your ankles, the bar separating your legs further and he pushed the bar up into the air.

“That cunt is so fucking beautiful. And it’s all mine to devour,” He muttered, his gaze snapping up to yours as he pulled his tee over his shoulders. He pushed down his sweats as well, his cock already hard and you smiled up at him, knowing that it was you who caused him to be like this.

“Devour?” You whispered, and he nodded as he knelt in front of you on the bed and pressed a light kiss on the inside of your thigh before pulling you down on the bed. He ducked his head underneath the bar and you rested your ankles on the top of his shoulders. He spit directly onto your center, and you knew the gentleness was gone.

You loved giving up control to Luke, loved giving him everything you could offer and loved that he took it all.

He immediately bent his head down, his tongue laying flat against your center as he licked up, your juices coating his chin. You watched him, every swipe of his tongue jolting your body a little bit, and moaned as he finally gave in and sucked your clit into his mouth. He pulled back and spit onto his fingers, pushing two of them inside you as his mouth enveloped itself around your clit again. You pushed your head back into the mattress, your eyes closed as he continued fucking you with his fingers.

He pulled back, “I want you to cum at least once with my mouth, cum once more with that toy inside of you, then cum again as I fuck your ass. Got it?”

You whimpered out a yes, your ability to form any other words gone as he grazed his teeth against the bundle of nerves, your back arching into the bed as your orgasm quickly approached. Luke had such a way of making you cum, and so quickly too. His mouth was talented, in more ways than one.

“Cum for me angel,” He pulled his mouth back, his fingers working quickly inside of you as you rode out your orgasm on his fingers, your body shaking as your high crashed over you.

“Good girl,” He muttered, moving back under the bar and leaned over to his bedside table. He grabbed the toy, your core still sensitive as he brought it up to your mouth, “Now lick.”

You did as you were told, taking the toy into your mouth and Luke chuckled as he brought it down your body. He rubbed the bigger end over your clit, then brought it down to your core and pushed it inside of you, then lined up the top part of the toy and pressed it against your clit. He pushed the button in the center, the vibrations jolting your body as the toy filled you and sent waves of pleasure throughout it.

“Oh.” You gasped out, your hands grasping his sheets as he watched you wraith beneath him, his hands not even on you. Your breathing caught, your gaze focused on him as he had his own hand wrapped around his cock. He slowly started stroking himself, stopping occasionally to grab some of your juices that were flowy freely, and used it to fuck himself.

“Such a good girl for me. Look at you, taking that toy so well. Your cunt looks so pretty being this full,” He murmured. Your breathing became ragged as your second orgasm was approaching, his cock and the idea of it being in your ass soon overtook your thoughts. 

“Don’t you cum without my permission,” He snapped, and brought his free hand down to your cunt, giving it a gentle slap. Your body jolted and you nodded, your eyes moving to his.

“Can I cum please Luke?” You nearly begged, and he chuckled at the desperation in your voice. He didn’t give you an answer, instead he just tugged the bottom lip between his teeth as he continued stroking himself. You were writhing beneath his gaze, your eyes following his hand as he pushed another button on the toy and the vibrations increased.

You cried out, wanting to close your legs but that damn spreader bar held your ankles apart still. 

“Luke, please,” You begged, nearly screaming out his name as he nodded.

“Good, cum again for me. God, what a fucking beauty you are,” He whispered, and you released your mental block and quickly came. Your thighs were shaking, your hands dropping down to your core as you held the toy against you, the overstimulation starting to become too much.

“Luke,” You whimpered, and he turned the toy off. 

“I’m going to give you a minute to relax and then I’m going to turn that toy back on.” He muttered, and you attempted to catch your breath as he grabbed the lube. He poured some onto his fingers and brought them to your ass, and slowly pressed in. The two of you had done anal plenty of times, but that wasn’t when you were full from a toy as well. He had one finger in and slowly added his middle finger. He chuckled as he started to stretch you out, having your body relax beneath his touch.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“Anything for you Luke,” You breathed out, loving the way that he looked down at you.

“Since you’re being a good girl, I’m going to go ahead and set those ankles free, but I want them on my shoulders instead.” He instructed, and you nodded as you brought your hands up over your body and stretched them over you. 

With his free hand, he undid the clasp on one and your ankle moved from the bar and onto his left shoulder. He did the same on the other side, and you felt a slight relief from the stretch but then Luke lined his cock up with your hole and started pushing in. You melted into his touch, the stretch turning into pleasure quickly. He switched the toy back on and you gasped again, your body quickly returning to the overstimulated mess you were before.

“Luke,” You called out, his name becoming all you could muster as he started fucking your ass.

“What a fucking vision this is,” He grunted, holding onto your thighs to keep you secure as he pushed in fully, his cock filling you so well. 

You couldn’t form words any more, his name falling from your lips as you felt your third orgasm approaching again. Between the vibrations on your clit and inside your cunt, and Luke fucking your ass, you weren’t going to last long at all.

“Please,” You gasped out, your body clenching, “please,”, your thighs starting to shake as Lukes own orgasm started approaching, “let me cum, please.”

“You want to cum?” Luke asked, and you shook your head as your interlocked your hand with his, and he nodded, “Cum for me, angel, go ahead and let go,” 

Your legs shook as your third orgasm crashed over you, moaning his name loudly and clenched your eyes shut so tightly that stars danced across your vision. Your body continued to shake as Luke fucked you, and it looked as if he was about to cum too. His chest was moving deeply, his breathing labored as he was focused on you. 

“I’m going to cum in your tight little ass, is that okay with you angel?” He asked, and you nodded lazily as the toy still vibrates inside of you, the overstimulation draining your body as he finally came. He moaned and nearly collapsed on top of you, his hand coming between your legs to turn the toy off and you nearly cried out in relief. Your body hadn’t been used to this quickly, your orgasms draining your energy.

“God, what a good fucking girl you are for me. Look how fucking hot you are,” He murmured, and you nodded in agreement, watching as he slowly pulled out and pulled the toy out from inside you as well.

“Stay here, don’t move,” He whispered, leaning over your body to give you a gentle kiss before he went into the bathroom adjacent to his room. He took only a moment, before he returned and pressed a warm washcloth to your core and helped soothe your body. He helped clean you up, and tossed the rag into a hamper nearby before climbing into bed beside you.

You curled up in his arms, his shoulders so broad against you and he hummed quietly in your ear.

“You did so good,” He murmured, his warm breath tickling against your neck and you giggled slightly. He pulled the covers up over the two of you, and you sank deeper into him.

“I have a song that I’ve been working on. Would you want to go to the studio with me tomorrow?”

Your eyes flickered over to Luke at his question, and you bit your lip as you thought. Nothing really could come of it, so you agreed.

“Yeah I guess. What time?” You whispered, pressing your lips to his chest and deciding to tease him further. You sucked the skin there and he sharply drew in a breath, and looked down at you.

“11:00 am is when we start recording. There’s a few things I want to work on first and then you can come in. Maybe 1:00? And you can bring lunch?” He asked, a hopeful smile on his face and you pulled away to laugh at his eagerness.

“Sure, I can do that. But you’re paying. Go ahead and send me some money now, Mr. Internationally Famous Lead Singer.”

“Good. I have some ideas, I’m going to write real quick.” He murmured, pulling away from you and you sighed at the loss of warmth, but he returned after a minute with an old notebook and a pen. He climbed back beside you and began to scribble on the paper. You attempted to peek, but he quickly shifted so you couldn’t see.

You leaned over h8im, pressing your lips to the base of his neck and decided to give him another hickey and he chuckled quietly.

“Angel, you’re not marking me to embarrass me tomorrow, are you?”

“Embarrass? Please, you should be so lucky to broadcast that you were laid.” You whispered against his skin, before moving slightly up his neck and he leaned into your touch, your lips grazing the soft part of his neck that was so tender for him.

“You’re right, I’m insanely lucky to have such a good girl like you for me,”

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It was 1:15p now, a little after when he said to come and you were listening to his bandmates mess around with you while he finished up the song.

“You know he’s never brought a girl here,” Calum mused, and you felt a slight blush creep through your cheeks but shook your head.

“We’re just friends,”  You insisted, but Calum chuckled.

“What sort of friends? My friends never leave hickeys on my neck.” Ashton shot back, and the blush darkened throughout your skin, 

“Or scream my name out in the hotel room when you thought the others were gone,” Calum quipped.

“Or used as a writing inspiration before. That’s why you’re here, he’s got a new song he’s been working on and he won’t let us listen to it yet.”

“Mind your business,” Luke rolled his eyes as he walked in, leaning down to kiss your cheek and you nearly pulled away but he grinned. “Just saying thanks for lunch,” 

He plopped himself down right beside you, a little too close for someone that was just a friend, and started to eat. You felt Ashton and Calum’s gaze on you, but avoided eye contact.

The two of you had established many times that you were just friends, but friends who fucked and went on dates because neither of you had wanted to deal with the pressures of a relationship. At least, so you thought.

“Alright angel, ready to go listen?” He asked, slurping down his drink and you nodded as the other two started giving him the same treatment they had just given you. Luke waved them off, his middle finger in the air as he led you into the studio space. You always loved seeing what they did, whether it was seeing their process or seeing them perform. 

Luke pressed play as you settled into a chair, your leg crossing over the other as the first few chords of the new song came on.

“Remember, it’s not finished yet but I wanted to hear your thoughts before I kept going.” 

“Angel, with the gun in your hand - pointing my direction, giving me affection. Love is fatal, won't you give it a chance? Center of attention, don't you ask me any questions.” He paused the song, and your mind began to spin but you smiled at him.

“Keep going,” You reached over him and pressed play and he leaned into you as it continued on.

“Go on and light me like a cigarette, even if it might be something you regret. You got me now, now, now…swallow me down, down, down, down.”

You nearly snorted as the song progressed, and Luke paused it to see what caught your attention, “You liked that line, didn’t you?”

“Swallow me down?” You glanced up at him and he chuckled.

“Down, down, down. Just wait angel, there’s more.” He winked at you, and proceeded to press play. The song continued, your mind absorbing every lyric, feeling the beat and you clenched your legs together as the next line poured through the speaker, “I only light up when cameras are flashing, never enough and no satisfaction. Got no shame, I love the way you're screaming my name.”

The song ended shortly, a few other lyrics sticking through your head but Luke just kept grinning at you. 

“Thoughts?”

“I think we ought to fuck like that more often if this good of a song comes from it,” You teased and he chuckled as his right hand planted itself on your thigh, but you nodded, “I like it, especially if the lyrics are as accurate as you say.”

“Of course. You’re a one of a kind girl for me angel,”

[turtletaubwrites]

Everything’s Fine. ~ Part 2

Thank you @lonelystarsstuff for the request for a more angsty part 2, I hope you like it!

Pairing: Sanji x Fem!Reader & Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1383

Part 1

Summary: You've been seeing both Zoro and Sanji for awhile now, and now they've each been seeing one of your friends. How well do you handle sharing your boys after some time has passed?

Rating/Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader Insert, Polyamory, Angst, Pet Names, Established Relationship, Jealousy, Relationship Drama

A/N: These blurbs are from the We've All Got Needs series (sometime after part 9), however won't fit in that storyline because I've got other plans. I hope you enjoy these, and the drama coming up in future installments!

Sanji Seeing Someone

It’s supposed to be my day.

Sanji leaned over the table to kiss Nami softly. You tried to look away, but they both looked so happy. So lost in each other

You lost your appetite. Luffy took your food, of course.

Wouldn’t want to waste it, and see Sanji hurt. 

Not that he would even notice now.

I hate this feeling. I shouldn’t be thinking like this. He’s been so good with sharing me. 

But you couldn’t get the lump of nausea out of your throat.  

You noticed that he’d focus more on you during your days, but he still went to her. Still praised her, still winked at her, still kissed her when he handed her the same treats he’d made for you. 

She grinned at you, and you desperately wanted to feel happy for your friend. But you couldn’t get there. 

“Y/N, dear?”

Your eyes closed for a moment as you were almost out the galley door.

Turning slowly, Sanji stood with his plate of breakfast looking confused. You usually stayed with him after meals on his days. 

His brows furrowed as he saw your breathing, too angry to keep your body steady. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“It’s nothing. I just need to catch up on work.”

He left his plate on the table, moving toward you with concern in his eyes. He reached toward your face, and you couldn’t stop yourself from stiffening at his touch. He looked liked you’d slapped him.

Fuck, why am I being such a bitch?

But you couldn’t shame yourself out of it. 

Nami is so useful to the crew. I’ve been doing almost nothing since I started seeing the boys. I need to remember why I’m here in the first place. 

Especially if Sanji can’t even remember when it’s my day for his affections. 

“Y/N, are you mad at-“

“I’ve been spending too much time in here everyday. I need to do my part.”

“O-Of course, darling. Can I bring you anything while you work?"

“No, thank you.”

You hated every second of this, but your mind kept getting flooded with images of him with Nami. 

It’s true. I’ve been so lost in being pampered, I haven’t been myself. 

You left him in the middle of the kitchen, determined to find yourself again. 

I can’t forget why I’m on this ship. 

You propped yourself up with your field notes next to Chopper, realizing you couldn’t remember the last time you worked beside him. 

I won’t lose myself again. 

As Time Passes

As more time passed, you found yourself getting engrossed in your work again. It felt good to me practicing your skills, being creative with your projects, and being useful. The scent of dried flowers pressed to preserve their shape. The scratch of your pencil softly capturing every detail of the specimens you’d picked up on the way.  I’m going to find plants on the Grand Line that no one has seen before. I’ll find out their uses, I’ll help people.  You found yourself spending less and less time with the boys, even on their days with you. 

Sanji seemed hurt when you'd first asked for more time to work, but he was quickly caught up in more time with Nami. The festering anger you started to feel made you sick, and you kept focused on yourself. 

He always liked her more than me anyway. 

You pushed that thought away, but after time went on even your time together was feeling strained. 

Until Sanji started going overboard.

You woke to a soft knock at your door, and he paraded in with breakfast in bed.

“My beautiful, Y/N. I’m sorry, I couldn't wait a moment longer to see your perfect face this morning.”

“Sanji-”

“Not to worry, dear. Whatever you need today, I am here to serve. I’ll make your favorite latte to help you focus on your work if you like. Or a back rub to help you relax?”

You laughed at him, still not fully awake.

“Sanji, I’m fine. I’ve just got some work to do.”

“Will you be making supplies in the kitchen with me?”

“Not today.”

Sanji swallowed, his shoulders slumping a bit. Feeling guilty, you took a breath.

“How about I stay with you after lunch for a bit before heading back?”

His eyes lit up, and he practically ran toward you, showering you with kisses. 

“Thank you, my sweet, every second in your presence is heavenly. I’m so lucky to have you, my darling. My beautif-”

You couldn’t stop laughing now, gently pushing him off so you could get up. 

You pulled him into a hug, having a feeling why he might even be more over the top lately. 

“I’ll see you at lunch, Sanji.”

You sighed into his soft kiss. Your hurt was still there. It didn’t feel like it used to with him. 

I guess we need to talk about it. 

Zoro Seeing Someone

“Hey, Needy?”

You’d followed him out on deck, happy to watch his morning training routine before he took you in the shower again. 

Robin waved at you with a teasing smile as she found a spot on deck to read. Blushing, you looked back at Zoro, only to find his eyes trained on Robin.

Your gut twisted uncomfortably, and you felt too awkward to stand and watch him like a cheerleader while he looked at her.

Fidgeting for a few moments, you went back inside. 

He can find me when he’s done. 

You had your head in the cupboard, looking for more ideas to share with Usopp for his ammo.

“I wondered where my Needy girl was hiding.”

For the first time since he gave it to you, the nickname didn’t feel comfortable.

I don’t just want to be needy. I want to be needed. 

You turned to find him glistening with sweat, breathing heavy, ready to take you over, make you forget everything. Again.

“I’ve got some work to do, Zoro.”

His head tilted, brow tensing slightly as he looked at you.

“You alright, Needy?”

Letting out a breath, you touched his hand, the skin hot in yours.

“All good, I just want to get some work done today.”

He stared for a minute, seeming to size you up. 

“Alright weirdo, see you later?”

“Mmhm.”

You turned back to your work, waiting to hear his footsteps out the door. 

As Time Passes

As more time passed, you found yourself getting engrossed in your work again. It felt good to me practicing your skills, being creative with your projects, and being useful. The scent of dried flowers pressed to preserve their shape. The scratch of your pencil softly capturing every detail of the specimens you’d picked up on the way.  I’m going to find plants on the Grand Line that no one has seen before. I’ll find out their uses, I’ll help people.  You found yourself spending less and less time with the boys, even on their days with you. 

A heavy knock at your door jolted you from your work. Standing from your desk you opened the door to find Zoro leaning against the frame. 

“Hi, what’s up?”

He frowned at you.

“What’s up with you, Needy?”

With a sigh, you stepped back and let him in. 

“I’m working on monographs from the last island. I’d like to finish up before we land anywhere else, it takes a lot of time.”

He crossed his arms.

“I didn’t know you wanted a break today.”

“We don’t need to have sex every time it’s your day, Zoro.”

His brows tensed, body stiffening at your words.

“That’s not what I meant. I… I mean we. We haven’t even talked today, Needy. I thought it was our day.”

Your head fell back to look at the ceiling as you sighed, stepping further away from him. 

“I’ve got a lot to do, Zoro. I’m not like you, the fighters, and the devil fruit users. I can’t fight. I have to use my other skills to be useful.”

His face softened, his arms uncrossing to reach for you.

“You are useful to this crew, Needy. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. 

You wanted to believe him as he held you, but you couldn’t get the image of how he looked at Robin out of your head. The respect, the admiration. She was so strong, powerful. He’d never look at you the way he looks at her. 

“Th-Thank you. I really need to get back to work, Zoro.”

He kissed the top of your head before pulling back to look at you. He still looked concerned, but he let you go. 

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right, Needy?”

Your stomach dropped, a feeling of nausea and shame swirling in you. 

Why can’t I just tell him how I’m feeling?

But you couldn’t form the words, feeling too hurt and ashamed with yourself to manage it. 

“Everything’s fine.”

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[titichan]

The Taste of Betrayal

Chapter-7

Tags: Vampire!Au, Vampire-Hunter dynamics, Bottom!Yuuji, Top!Gojo, Top!Sukuna, Threesome, M/M/M, Sex toys, Bondage, Slight bdsm, Rough sex, A little bit of gore, porn with Plot, Slight mentions of Meimei and Nanami, Author is Sukuna's bitch ;], Blackmailing, Sex tapes, Filming, Sukuna and Gojo are half-brothers(?), Other tags will be added as I commence

Note: Alright, so I'll be keeping da ff upto this much for now- cuz I suddenly happened see yet another ff draft lying around and da wish to complete it is burning h e a v i l y. The fic is Higan x Zai from Ninja Kamui 🤭👍

Sukuna wiped away a bead of tear from Yuuji’s cheek, admiring his work; the body being adorned with crimson bite marks and handprints. Yuuji was on the verge of losing his mind- neither could he think straight, nor could he deny that he hated it. 

It was way too good for him. 

The vampire ploughed down the hunter with a painfully slow pace- as if, he was trying to carve his dick inside his walls; his heavy balls slapping against the juicy swell of Yuuji’s ass. The pink-haired had, unknowingly, let out a small whine. 

Smirking, his usually deep voice dropped into an airy octave. “What’s wrong, babe? If you don’t speak up, I won’t know what you’re craving for~” The hunter frowned against his hold- realizing that his body was betraying his mind each and every moment. “You- stop this!” 

Before Yuuji could even adjust to the pace, a powerful thrust greeted him, with his other thigh being hauled up on his shoulder. He was literally being drilled into a mating press. This enabled the vampire to reach deeper into him, brushing exactly on his sweet spots. The sudden contact left Yuuji’s jaw drop for only a soundless moan to come out. 

The hunter felt his limbs going numb, his mind running blank. The mixed sensations of pain and pleasure were too much for him- the hunter’s consciousness faded away for the second time that night. 

Sukuna felt the body below him lose strength. He looked down, “Oh my~ Couldn’t handle this much? How unfortunate” But, there was no stopping him, as he chased his own orgasm. 

- 

The dawn broke and sunrays filled the room. The situation of the room was quite…in tatters. Clothes were strewn here and there, totally forgotten. 

Yuuji’s eyelids fluttered as the sunrays hit him. He could feel a certain heavy weight on him. He tried to sit straight but a tattooed arm held him in his place, not letting him to move even a bit. Groaning against the formidable arm, somehow, he was able to move it a bit out of his line of sight. And there he was, the vampire sleeping soundly; which quite pissed off the hunter. How could that bastard sleep so peacefully as if nothing happened? Yuuji felt his hands itch to slap that fucking oh-so-innocent face out of his sight. But alas, he felt so weak that he could’ve fallen if not for the support of the headrest of the bed. Just as he had planned to slip quietly away from him, the tattooed man woke up; with a sly grin pasted on his face. 

“Why you’re running away, hon’?” His voice, sultry and deep as ever, made Yuuji flinch. Turning his head to face that vampire, he grunted “I have businesses to attend to. And yes, don’t worry- I'll have to see your goddamn ugly (ok, not exactly- but handsome.) face again maybe, because you’re in my top kill-list alright.” 

The tattooed man’s grin got wider as grabbed his wrist. “Ok~ but your little businesses can wait, ‘cause you aren't going anywhere, babe~” Yuuji’s eyes widened at the sudden grip. “Wha-” Before he could realise what’s going on, he was pulled into a tight embrace from behind. 

“Who gave you the permission to leave anyways? And just like that?” Sukuna’s voice had taken a dangerously low drop. His arms encircled the hunter’s small waist into a death grip, almost knocking him out of air. Sharply sucking in breath and attempting to claw on the arms, he spat out “The fuck do you want from me?” 

“Nothing. Just you. Only you.” 

“Wait...what...?” 

Still having the sly smirk on his face, he took out his phone and happened to play a video. 

He froze. 

Yuuji couldn’t believe his ears about what he was hearing. 

His own voice. His own pathetic, strangled and needy moans. 

“Haa...ah- harder...please...hnngh...so good~” 

The hunter really wished if could just die there out of embarrassment. In a swift motion, he grabbed the phone from his hand and punched wildly on the ‘delete’ button. Once it got delete, he breathed a sigh of relief and attempted to face the vampire with a smug face. As he turned, he felt that the grip had lessened a bit. “Now we’ll see about that- what?!” 

The vampire chuckled, now sitting upright, with ton load of several gadgets (Yuuji has no clue how and from where the gadgets appeared and neither do I) with the same video on it. 

Tapping on a tablet, he looked directly at the pink haired. “I wonder... how your reputation as the great hunter will be affected if I casually drop this beautiful video in the social media? Hmm?” 

The thought of it made Yuuji’s blood run cold. “Wh-why would you do that?” He stammered, clearly panic-strickened. “And why not? ‘The famous hunter having an affair with a vampire’ Seems interesting, to be honest.” Enraged, Yuuji flipped off at him. “Fuck off. You goddamn bastard.” Sukuna yet again, shot him a broad grin. “Aww babe, you look so adorable when you’re vulgar~” 

“Now then!” As he spoke, the vampire lifted his 6’6 body off the bed (holy faq. He sho tall. Ugh.) . He strode towards the glaring hunter, his massive frame looming over him. “I want you to enter into a small contract- if, you care about your petty little reputation.” 

“And what would that be?” 

“It’s simple- be my fuck buddy and in exchange, I’ll keep it a secret.” 

“WHAT?!” He almost screeched when heard the conditions. “No fucking way will I accept that damn contract!” 

“Oh okay, then I’ll send those videos-” 

“Oh well, wait wait- I’ll agree. Fine, now tell me what to do.” Yuuji couldn’t risk his job. Even a bit. 

Realising that the entire situation was in his hand, he sneered. “Come today at 9 p.m. and don’t be late~” 

Yuuji was fully aware that he was lured into his trap but what could he do? 

The deed was already done after all… 

… 

“Oh brother, you wouldn’t believe what I’ve caught today- a rare pink rabbit~” 

TBC… 

M a s t e r l i s t.

[yourpsychosomatic]

Tread Lightly, Don’t Break My Bones

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Rating: R Genre: Horror Characters: Lee Know, Han, Changbin (minor chara), I.N (minor chara) Warnings: swearing, blood, some gore, fake flirting/sexual tension, mentions of alcohol & drunken stupor in beginning, major chara death, one implied death (no smut, this is pure horror) ON AO3 HERE

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Triggering content, do not read ahead if sensitive to aforementioned subjects. Author is not responsible for any reader’s negligence. MDNI

do not copy, modify, repost, and/or translate without permission. © all rights reserved. yourpsychosomatic.

Part 1

“Dude, I d’n’mean t’be corny, bud it was a ffffuckin’ party like NO ‘ther!” He slaps his friend’s back, giggling between words as he tries his best to talk through slurred speech. Squinted, puffy eyes, cheesing so hard, it’s as if someone had tacked the corners of his mouth to his temples — god, his face hurt, but he couldn’t stop laughing. To top it off his cheeks were a ruddy shade of pinks and reds — and it would be cute if he wasn’t wiping drool off his chin every other sentence.

Yes, Minho was drunk, of COURSE he was. And why wouldn’t he be?? Changbin was hosting a bachelors’ party in his flat with a handful of his closest friends, the invitation said BYOB for a reason, right?

Not to mention when he got there, each of them received the same fancy mixed drink, courtesy of Jeongin’s newest bartending skills.

“Sip this one slow, okay? Otherwise it’ll hit you like a wall of bri—“ “Naw, man, that’s pussy shit, I’m shottin’ it.” <ensue coughing and choking> “Oof…. um.. bro? That was rum.” <continuing into awkward retching sounds, don’t mind everyone else Minho, they’re just cackling> “How much rum did you put IN it!?!”

“Bruh, you’re so sloppy righ’now, chill out, chill out..” Changbin smirked, holding a hand up and leaning back dramatically to try and ward off the other’s breath, fanning his hand in front of his wrinkled nose. But he, too, was in a giggle fit; tipsy, yet not drunk enough to miss a step on the stairway. It, fortunately, was the only reason how he was able to get the older down the apartment stairs (curse that broken elevator, he’s totally gonna put in a couple complaints with fake names on it).

And although Changbin’s attempts to help the inebriated man down the stairs to his uber are amiable and cautious, his grip tightens on the bannister every time Minho swings his leg out too far — which is often.

“Hey! Fuckin’ idiot, that’s my ass!”

“Mosss’ action you goddall night, too! Hah!”

But finally, they stumbled outside with a few scratches and bruises, curses abound, both pausing to gulp down the crisp autumn air for a few minutes. Minho’s head had lolled back, staring straight up at nothing as the soft, cool breeze swept over his face and tousled his hair.

Tonight felt good. Felt right.

He felt a pat on the back and a weak giggle fell past his lips again.

“Mmm~ ‘stars ‘r’ so preddy tonight, don’t’cha think?”

The hand that was on his back started rubbing a few slow circles, round and round, swirling the fabric of his clothes against his lax muscles. It was calming for him, not necessarily peculiar for Changbin to do, but all the more strange when Minho finally tilts his head back up to glance over at his friend.

“Well yes, I agree, the night’s fairly beautiful.”

The guy now standing next to him was not him. But he was definitely a LOT prettier than Changbin, Minho thought, just look at those squishy cheeks and round doe eyes staring up at the moon….

He hadn’t heard Changbin’s grunt of goodbye, nor his footsteps fade. Fuck that bitch for not staying out here with him….. what time was it anyway??

The man standing next to him finally looks Minho’s way, humming and offering a coquettish smile. “It’s nearing midnight, lovely. I’m your uber home, remember?”

Oh. Well shit, he didn’t realize he’d said that last part out loud. Did he? Minho pouts in confusion and shakes his head, swaying a little. “Oh, s’rry, ‘m’a lil’ sleepy.. heh~ You’re preddy~”

His uber chuckles and it’s like music to his ears, tinkling across his eardrums like the stars blinking miles above him.

“Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself. But let’s get you home so you can sleep that booze off, huh? Such a big boy deserves a big nap.”

He giggles and nods, only slightly aware that he had the side of the man’s shirt in a vice grip as he’s guided over to the passenger door, hiccuping and holding on with both hands as he’s lowered and safely buckled in. “Th’nk you..”

“No problem. It’s okay if you pass out, I’ll wake you up when we get there.” Uber guy was already in the driver’s seat, having started the car with a soft rumble. Minho couldn’t really tell if it was the wind coming in from the open window, but he felt his hair gently tousled, humming softly in response. His eyes were already slipping closed, but he manages to mumble out- “y’re so nice~ so preddy~”

Lights out, sleepyhead.

[Author’s Note:] probably gonna make this a chaptered fic, I can’t focus all too well and I want all my attention on the subject whenever I write.

[porcalinecunt]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 — 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐜𝐰 — ftm!reader. mean!dom shang tsung. sub!reader. spanking. sadism. masochism. pain kink. degradation. bondage(?) dub con(?) sharp objects. mentions of bdsm. manhandling.

a/n: going through shang tsung brainrot rn. i loved him sm in mk1, he’s an absolute bitch and its so funny. he deserved a spot in kinktober so here it is! i must warn y’all tho, things will get a bit more extreme as kinktober goes on. nothing too dark! but just a heads up. with that being said, enjoy! 🫶🏼

He was mean, really mean.

You wriggled against your restraints, your skin sticking to the crumbling velvet underneath you. Everything hurted, and it hurted bad.

“You thought I would go easy on you? Hm?”

Shang Tsung scoffed, his condescending and apathetic tone both brought tears and aroused you. You sniffled, trying to hold back cries and preventing yourself from falling apart in front of him. However, it’s proved more difficult then you’d expect.

You flinched when you felt something sharp against your tender skin, running up your back and back down against your sides. The needles that were strapped to his arm proven useful for his twisted session with his ‘assistant’.

“You were supposed to be a useful asset, but i guess you couldn’t help yourself submitting to me. How cute.”

He mocked, chuckling as you grew embarrassed and tried to turn away from his face until a loud and harsh smack! startled you. Your cheek grew red and the stinging pain began to settle in, realizing he had slapped you. He wasn’t done yet with his assault though.

His hand came down on your bare thighs, which were covered in hand marks. Your back arched, a yelp tore out of your throat. He massaged the red mark before striking again onto your other thigh. You grew more shocked at the fact Shang Tsung didn’t even need a paddle or a whip to inflict such damage onto you, when his bare hands were enough. Maybe that’s what made him so alluring, made you too curious till you drifted too close to the sun.

Finding out about his more sadistic nature in bed was the result of you being too deep in your ridiculous fantasies. Ones where your superior deflowered and ruined you beyond repair, ones so dirty it’d be shamed upon by others. You wondered how far he’d go to reach cloud nine, even at the cost of his submissive. That sort of thinking landed you in this very situation.

After accidentally catching him with what looked like BDSM toys and serums that smelled of roses and sickly sweet scents only made for lovers, Shang Tsung would capture you in the right moment. Behind you, watching you blush and near flabbergasted at what you found. He’d lean down, whisper in your flushed ear.

“Now what seem to be the matter, y/n?”

It didn’t take long for him to manhandle you, effortlessly carrying you onto the soft examination table and bound your wrists to it. Tearing off your uniform effortlessly and ignoring your questions and yelps of shock. He watched for seemingly ages as you slowly fell into ecstasy with each strike on your skin. Degrading names slipped off his tongue, as he grew harsher and harsher with each slap.

“I didn’t know they sent me an adorable pet for an assistant! How did I get so lucky?”

He almost laughs, continuing to strike you all over. Your thighs, ass, back and even your cheek were bright red with his hand marks. The pain turned into pleasure, with moans and pleas for more replacing the high pitched yelps from earlier.

Suddenly, he stopped. You mewled, growing upset at the sudden hault. But before you could turn around to whine, you shuddered at the feeling of something against your cunny.

Shang Tsung ran his fingers between your thighs, teasing them at your soaked hole. He brought them up to your clit, playing with it between his fingers. He looked up, making eye contact with you.

“Want me to go..further with this, y/n?”

It didn’t take long for him to get his answer, as you nodded quickly while desperate and whiney ‘mhm!’’s came through your throat. Shang Tsung chuckled, shaking his head with his trademark grin on his face.

“You’re disgusting, it’s adoroble. ♡”

🎧 this work belongs to @porcalinecunt. reblogs and feedback are appreciated. <3

[specialinterestshows]

Ooou okay so (and please take your time!!) where gn!reader (or dominik! Whoever you prefer!) goes around telling their friends (Becky, or whoever especially if you pic dom!) that they dom Rhea, and when Rhea hears from whoever they told (or overhears), she puts reader or dom in their place! (I hope this made sense😭)

Sure thing, mi amor 💜

The following is a Rhea Ripley and Becky Lynch x gn!sub!reader oneshot.

Warnings for this fic: Lying (possible secondhand embarrassment), dirty talk, humiliation/degradation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamics, choking/breath play, face-slapping, wedgie, spanking, biting, hickies, mentions of group sex

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Locker Room Talk

“Pfft, I doubt it,” Becky scoffed, finishing the touch-ups on her eyeliner before giving you a look clearly intended to make you admit you were lying.

“It’s true!” you insisted, knowing you were in too deep now to correct yourself.

“Now, if I believe you - and I’m not saying I do-” Becky crossed her arms as she continued, “I’ve heard you agree that Rhea’s the one who tops and doms.”

“How else are we going to keep up her image?” the room was suddenly too warm, but you listened to yourself keep trying to bluff anyway, “It’s all for show, but once we’re alone, I put her in her place.”

“Uh huh,” Becky rolled her eyes before leaving to warm up for her match.

Looking around, it came as a relief that no one seemed to have overheard the two of you, and you continued changing into your ring gear.

After the show, you were one of the last people left in the locker rooms, taking your time changing into your street clothes. Stripped down to your underwear, you jumped when the door swung open revealing Rhea, closely followed by Becky. The expression on Rhea’s face made you freeze in terror.

“Becks here told me all about your lies, you bratty little slut,” she seethed, eyes cutting into you like knives as she walked in. Becky looked mildly amused as she shut and locked the door behind her, watching you cower in the corner.

“Rhea, I-“ you began, mind racing trying to think of a way to justify what you had done.

“You don’t get to call me that right now,” Rhea growled, advancing like a wildcat stalking its prey.

“Mami, I’m so sorry-“ your words ran into each other as you tried to make up for the time you lost correcting yourself, but she closed the distance between the two of you quickly.

“Shut up,” Rhea spat, one hand wrapping around your neck tightly before lifting you up by it, pinning you against the wall, “You’re going to be a good bottom bitch and let Becks here see just how big a lie you told her.”

Struggling for air, trying to pry Rhea’s fingers from your throat, you shot a desperate look in Becky’s direction. The grin she gave you made you realize how exposed you were and you broke eye contact as you continued to squirm against Rhea’s grip.

“What, you think I’m going to stop her?” Becky laughed at you, “That’s just precious. Why do you think I mentioned what you said in the first place?” - she sauntered over to one of the benches, sitting down before knitting her fingers together and placing them behind her head - “Front row seat, baby. Put on a good show, will you?”

Rhea let go of you suddenly and you fell to the floor, grimacing at the impact as you gasped for air.

“Want to try saying you’re dominant now?” Rhea laughed, noticing how turned on you were from being manhandled.

“Mami-“ you were met with a hard slap and tears welled in your eyes as you gingerly held your face.

“No one said you could talk, fucktoy,” Rhea spat, “Now stand up and put your hands against the wall.”

Biting your lip, you silently followed instructions. You even stopped yourself from letting out a noise when Rhea yanked your underwear up so it wedged between your cheeks - brushing the cloth against all the right places - before grabbing your ass. Quiet as you were, you still couldn’t help but squirm and were met with spank after spank until you managed to stop moving.

“I see what you mean, Ripley,” Becky chuckled as Rhea gave your cheeks one more smack, “That arse looks like it was made to be plowed.”

“Did you hear that?” Rhea asked as she moved on to groping you, “Mami might just have to rent you out to The Man - and anyone else you lie to.”

“Get the jump on it and pass them around the locker room next show,” Becky suggested, sending a thrill up your spine, “Bet there’s plenty of wrestlers wanting to wreck someone this submissive.”

“I already know a few,” Rhea chuckled before biting down hard on the space between your neck and shoulder. The moan you let out was embarrassing, but you couldn’t stop until Rhea had sucked on the skin hard enough to leave what was sure to be a very large and noticeable bruise.

“Fuck it,” Rhea said once she pulled away, “Hey Becks, see who’s still around and we can all take turns on this needy set of holes right now.”

[end fic]

[sanjoongie]

23~ Impact Play/Corruption: C. JH

♡Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader (f) ♡Genre: non-idol au, mafia au ♡Word Count: 1,553 ♡Warnings: impact play (spanking), corruption kink, fingering (f receiving), f orgasm, cum shot, m orgasm ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot ♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Mingi | Next Day~ Hongjoong ♡Dedication~ @mejuii​ @downtoamagicalland​ the unholy trinity beta team

As the son of a mafia boss, one would think Jongho had had bitches lining up to fuck him. Except, Jongho had seen his father burn through his share of whores and decided he wouldn't live that life. Which only made the challenge of acquiring him even more fun. You had to change everything about you to get his attention. Jongho was still a man, after all. And all men want an untouched beauty who is also secretly a whore.

You had a few tricks up your sleeve. You bent over in front of him to pick up something and then pretended to realize that you had flashed him. You exclaimed in embarrassment and apologized. You sucked on a lollipop in front of him and then giggled when you showed him your blue-colored tongue. The last piece of thread to unravel was when you fell onto his lap and gasped as your core hit his thick thigh. He tensed, arm bracing against your lower back, a worried look on his face, asking if you were okay. You tipped your chin down and pressed your lips together, nodding. 

"You just made me feel… things."

Jongho inhales sharply and then he moans, rolling his eyes into the back of his head. "You're driving me crazy."

You widen your eyes innocently. "What?"

Jongho leans in and gently kisses you. "Please let me have you."

You giggle. "Jongho, you're not making any sense."

Jongho smiles, simply at the sound of your laughter. "Let me show you."

He kissed you softly and languidly. His lips pressed against yours in a way that felt like seduction. You let out a breathy moan into his lips and he nipped at your lower lip. You gasped and Jongho chuckled. “You make me want to ruin you.”

“Oh Jongho,” You lower your eyes, “Why would you do that with me? Don’t you have women who throw themselves at you all the time?”

“I prefer you, if you’d let me.” Jongho pushes a finger under your chin and tilts your head so he can make eye contact with you. “I won’t do anything you don’t feel comfortable with. We can stop at any time but I--” Jongho captures his lower lip between his teeth, “I want to do so many bad things to you.”

“What kind of bad things? Jongho?” You tilt your head and it takes everything in you to not snicker at how well Jongho is playing into your hands right now.

“Filthy things,” Jongho murmurs. “I want to spank you and come on your tits and just absolutely ruin you. Do you think you’d like that?”

“J-jongho,” You stutter, “That’s…” You shudder, “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“But does it sound good?” Jongho’s eyes search your face.

You nod, “I like the sound of that.”

So that’s how you found yourself bent over Jongho’s lap, skirt flipped up so that he could begin to slap your ass. He started soft at first, tiny slaps to the fat of your ass cheeks, to get you going. You made small noises of encouragement as he found his rhythm and then the first resounding slap made you whimper. 

“That okay, sweetheart?” Jongho soothes his hand over the slap, massaging the skin.

“I liked it,” You say whisper-soft.

“Speak up,” Jongho insists. He slaps the other ass cheek and you squeal.

“I liked it a lot, Jongho!”

Jongho continues to alternate slapping each ass cheek until your skin burns but your pussy couldn't be anymore wet. “Please please please,” You beg, sounding like you didn’t know what you wanted.

“Want me to touch you?” Jongho offers.

“You’re already touching me!” You whine.

“No, I want to make you feel even better.” Jongho’s fingers slide along your slit and he chuckles at what he finds. “Oh, you really liked the spanking, didn’t you?”

Your ass begins to rise in the air. “No, Jongho, that’s dirty. Don’t touch me there!” You had to throw out a denial there somewhere or Jongho might start to realize you were acting for him.

And just like that, Jongho’s fingers are gone. You cry out at the loss. “What’s wrong? I thought you didn’t want me to touch you there?”

“But it felt good,” You whisper again.

“It’s not dirty, sweetheart, I promise. Let me make you feel good.” 

“Okay,” You say in a small voice and Jongho begins grazing your lower lips with his fingers once again and you moan. His fingers tease your lips, slicking up with your wetness, before he pushes two fingers inside of you. You gasp and sigh in response. “That feels good, Jongho.”

“Just wait,” Jongho rubs your back, “It gets better.”

Jongho fingers your pussy with patience and gentleness. Your ass cheeks get less hot, calming down after your spanking but all you care about now is chasing your high that will come from Jongho finger-fucking your hole.

“Such a tight little pussy, sweetheart.” Jongho murmurs to you, completely immersed in the task. “If I ever get the chance to fuck it, you’re going to need a lot of prep work for me.”

“Why?” You gurgle as he bends his fingers inside of you and finds your g-spot. 

“Do you feel full with my two fingers inside of you?” Jongho asks instead.

“Mhmmm,” You agree. You cant your hips, moving with Jongho, essentially fucking yourself back on his fingers.

Jongho leans in closely to you, “You’d need three fingers inside of you to prepare yourself for me.”

“J-jongho, you have to stop,” You protest, “I think I’m going to pee.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to pee. Just let go and I’ll take you through it.”

With that final act of being innocent, you allow yourself to lose yourself in the moment. Your orgasm laps at you and Jongho fucks his fingers into you at the same pace so you can gently cross over into the pleasure. You whine and pant and shake. As much as this had been an act, it was kind of nice to have a man take care of you so nicely but also spank you.

“You think you could kneel at my feet, sweetheart? Still like the idea of me coming on your tits?” Jongho asks while he rubs your wetness from his fingers onto your ass.

“Yes, please.” You wiggle off his lap and prepare yourself for the oncoming show.

Jongho undoes his belt and you watch in awe. Jongho smiles confidently. “Take your shirt and bra off for me, please. Give me something to jerk off to.”

You do as you’re told, folding everything neatly. You look up at him eagerly, in just your skirt for him and Jongho moans softly. “You look so pretty like this. Now stay still and I’ll ruin you some more.”

Jongho is just as gentle with himself. He strokes his cock, taking his time as his eyes rake over every inch of you. You lower your eyes and pretend to be self conscious. You fidget a bit, pretending like you don’t know where to put your hands. Jongho instructs you to fold them in your lap and you remain like that. Your arms frame your boobs nicely and Jongho gets more enthusiastic for his pending orgasm.

“I’m gonna ruin your pretty little innocent image,” He begins to say and fear suddenly resides in your chest. “Did you really think that you could fool me so easily?” Jongho laughs humorlessly. “Please, I grew up on intrigue and lies. It’s been cute though, you acting like you didn’t plan this entire thing. Lucky for you, I kinda like it. So we can play this game as long as I like it. Then I’ll discard you like the whore you truly are.”

Jongho’s face is somewhat contorted into lust and rage and it only turns you on anymore. “Or did you want to become mine? Did you like that I took care of you? Did you decide you didn’t want to be a bad girl anymore, that you want someone that actually wants what’s good for you? Would you do that? Would you become mine for me to arrange like I want? I could do it, you know. I could make your life a hell of a lot easier. If you let me come on you like this, maybe we could be compatible.”

You wiggle closer to his feet, desperate for what he was offering. “I can be your good little sweetheart. I could be yours and only yours to play with Jongho. Didn’t I follow your instructions well? Don’t I look cute just for you today? Come on me, please, and seal the deal.”

Jongho’s hand twists at his sensitive head and he moans loudly. “How can you be such a little slut and also a good little girl? I fucking love it.” At that, he comes on your chest, spurting first a little on your face, hitting your cheek but eventually rubbing out his orgasm until your upper chest is covered in his cum. “There, a sweet little pearl necklace for my sweetheart.”

You lower your eyes once again, firm in your role here. “Thank you, Jongho.”

Even if Jongho had discovered your little game, you still hadn't been wrong. All men want an untouched beauty who is also secretly a whore.

Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Mingi | Next Day~ Hongjoong

[allie-campbell-bradshaw]

Chapter 7: Gallup

A/N: Here is another chapter of this fantastic love story! I mention this in my notes for every chapter, but just in case you missed it– I do not give permission for my work to be re-posted without credibility. If you do want to post this story to your page, please be sure that you tag my account or at least mention its original source in your post. Again, thank you for being here and I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Swearing (It is the navy after all), brief mentions of sex (nothing explicit).

Chapter Seven: Gallup

BRADEY’S POV

Breakfast time came to be my favorite time of day. No, it’s not because the food slapped, but that was a definite bonus. It was because she was there. Every day. At the same table. With her two friends. I looked for her every day during lunch and dinner, my eyes scanning the room every five or so minutes, but she never showed. Only at breakfast was she there.

By the next Monday, my friends had realized what I was doing, and were teasing me mercilessly. 

“Dude! Man up and go talk to her!” Javy encouraged me as I looked at Allie sitting in her usual spot that morning. I felt a smack on my shoulder coming from his direction, but I was in my daily trance to notice if I actually got hit or if it was all in my imagination.

“He’s not gonna go man, he’s too chicken shit” Natasha said to Javy, teasing me with her name calling.

I looked down and shot her a dead stare before looking back up at Allie, making it clear that her words didn’t have any sort of effect on me. It definitely did, but she didn’t need to know that. I knew I was skilled enough to play it cool.

Emmett reached into his pocket and grabbed 10 ten dollar bills, fanning them out in his hands and waving them at me, pretending to cool me down; “We got a bitch in heat!” He screamed out.

Natasha sighed before adjusting her body from what was once turned in Allie’s direction and now facing me. Natasha and I switched spots after I spotted Allie at breakfast last week. It wasn’t official, but at lunch that day, I walked two paces ahead of her, making sure that I made it to the chair first. She definitely knew why, and graciously swapped spots with me: “I’ll look interested when there’s something to be interested in” she said with a sarcastic grin on her face.

Due to this, no one was surprised to see me speeding from the gym’s locker room to the cafeteria, pushing open the doors and coming to a halt when I noticed an unfamiliar group of people in Allie’s normal spot. They were sporting our navy working uniform that I also had on today, definitely not the people I was expecting to see there.

My face dropped as the realization of her absence hit me. What was the point of getting here so early then?

My friends must have noticed my disappointment, because Emmett gave my shoulder a firm pat and shake as he made his way to the breakfast line; “Well, you win some you lose some”.

I stood there paralyzed for a moment before regaining my consciousness and joining the group in line, being modest with my selection; a fruit cup, eggs, bacon, and a few pieces of toast, making sure to grab some grape jelly on my way out of the buffet line. 

I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder one last time before taking my original seat, facing away from the group that would just unconsciously torture me the whole time if I could see them in my periphery. 

Natasha gave me a confused look as she slowly took her original seat back as well, keeping her eyes on me as she sat down in her same matching navy uniform. It was actually the first time I noticed we were all in our working uniforms.

“You okay dude?” Javy asked me, noticing my disappointed look and hunched shoulders. He sat down next to me, a concerned look on his face, while Emmett took the spot next to Natasha. Natasha tensed up a bit as he took his place, making it clear that she was uncomfortable. Those two giving each other shit had become an entertaining staple in our group.

I didn’t respond to Javy, electing instead to just look him in the eyes and then down at my plate, “He’s just pissed because his eye fuck isn’t here.” Emmett responded in my absence.

I rolled my eyes at his comment and continued to stare down at my tray, picking off a few pieces of bread and popping it into my mouth one at a time. Although I was upset, I was still starving, and we were some of the last to get lunch since our flight training lecture went until 1:00pm, so I knew it would do me no good not to at least eat a little.

“I don’t get why you just won’t ask her out,” Javy said quietly with a little bit of caution in his tone. You could tell he didn’t want to offend anyone, especially me.

“I think we have all established that Bradley is not going to find the courage to ask her out.” Natasha said as she swallowed some of her fruit.

I looked up at her, unamused with her tone, “I’m just waiting for the right moment.” I started in a matter-of-fact tone. 

“Oh please!” Natasha yelled, not being able to hold back her laugh even though she tried, “You wouldn’t know the perfect moment if it slapped you in the face!”

“Wait all your life man,” Javy said, picking at his bacon in his hands, “Sooner or later she’s going to be with somebody”.

“Yeah,” Emmett said, looking over us into the crowd, “And I think that somebody is right over there”.

I quickly shot over to where he was looking, my heart stopping and a cold rush running through my body. There was no way in hell I was too late!

Emmett was laughing with the other three as I realized that she was not there, fully comprehending that everything he just did was a joke in order to see my reaction. I turned around, a sly smirk on my face as I flipped him off.

Emmett put his hands up in an innocent way stating, “Hey! Don’t be mad at me! You’re the one that’s got it bad bro!”

“Enough.” I said firmly, more so directing it at the table rather than just at Emmett. They immediately changed their demeanor, knowing that I had had enough of the teasing for now.

“Wanna look over chemistry?” Natasha asked me. We had quizzes every Tuesday over our weekly reading, which was almost 60 pages this week! It doesn’t sound bad on the syllabus, but when you see how tiny the print is, it had to be equivalent to 100,000 words. It was a lot, and I wouldn’t lie, I was nervous as fuck for it! Thank God for Trace though, she was willing to cut the reading in half and have us each take detailed notes and discuss them during our free time, which we used as study time. Another advantage to being single and not overwhelmingly horny like Frasier. If it wasn’t for campus being closed during the weekdays, I doubt I would ever be allowed into the dorm!

Natasha and I spent the remainder of our time looking over our notes and quizzing each other while the boys talked about their ideal woman. Or something like that. I don’t know, I tuned them out. Knowing those two, it was something about sex.

All of us made our way out of King Hall towards the doors that faced the commons area. All four of us froze in our tracks when we made it down the thick stairs. It seemed as though all of us saw her at the same time, which caused a synchronized reaction.

She was sitting on the bench at my ten o’clock, a hand holding a book steady on her thighs as the other one held onto a half eaten peach. I watched her as she slowly chewed and grazed across the page, very into whatever she was reading. She was wearing an oversized navy sweatshirt. The kind that almost every naval man and woman wore in the 90’s, with the big yellow letters. She had on gray sweatpants that had been cut into short shorts. Her hair had a slight curl and was slightly waving in the breeze.

“Well, we better get you cleaned up dear!” Emmett exclaimed as he made his way over to me and adjusted my uniform which had bunched up at my shoulders where my backpack straps were. He licked his hand and was reaching up for my hair when I brought my shoulder up and used it to push him away.

“Dude!” I said, not understanding why he was making such a fuss.

“What?” He asked innocently, “You are about to go talk to your future wife, man. You need to look your best!”

“My future, who?” I asked him. Obviously I knew what he said and what it all meant, I just wanted to make it clear to him that that concept was NOT on my mind, and nothing I was even considering. He was adjusting my uniform again before taking a step back and looking at me.

He raised his eyebrows, holding up his left hand and tapping the bottom portion of his ring finger three times. “Relax. You’ve got this all under control. She’s just a woman okay?” He said, taking a deep breath and admiring his work, me. “If you don’t do anything now, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life”. Holy shit! Did Frasier just say something that made sense? I stared at him, impressed with his point. He seemed to understand my gaze and adjusted his posture so he was standing up straight, a look of proud admiration on his face.

“Yeah I know,” He said, putting both of his hands on my shoulders, “Now go get her!” He tapped me on the chest and pushed me with enough force that I started to fall forward, my feet catching me and causing me to take a few steps to regain my balance. I was on my way to her, headed in her direction, watching as she turned the page of her book and started reading at the top corner, swallowing her freshly bitten piece of peach.

I suddenly realized just how dry my throat was. I quickly shut my mouth, which was hanging open for god knows how long, and swallowed hard, feeling a burn as the saliva coated my dried out throat. I licked my lips and slowed my pace as I came closer to her, now in earshot if I wanted to say something. Yet, she didn’t look up from her book, her eyes were glued to its contents. 

I was close enough now to see the title of the book; “Atlas of Human Anatomy and Surgery” with a picture of a human’s upper interior on the cover. I wanted to laugh at the selection, but I couldn’t. I was speechless, not knowing what to say to such a beautiful girl.

“Interesting read,” I said to her, mentally rolling my eyes at my comment, quickly looking for a way to recover, “I’m more of a Gray’s Anatomy fan myself”.

“Well, this is very different from a T.V. show,” she said, not looking up at me and continuing to read, “it’s the real deal”.

After a moment she brought her gaze up to meet mine, her face dropping and rolling her eyes when she saw that it was me. She adjusted her posture, sitting up straighter now after being slouched into the bench.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly, “I didn’t mean to distract you from your reading. I was just wondering if I could bother you for a sec”?

“Well, you’re already bothering me.” She said coldly, which was far from what I was expecting.

I couldn’t help but smirk and drop my head to the ground, before I brought my gaze back to her, my side smirk still rested deep in my face. “My apologies ma’am”. I responded smoothly, with a subtle flirtatious tone hidden in my words.

She raised her eyebrows and shook her head slightly as if to ask what I wanted, what this BIG thing was that I needed to bother her for. Oh fuck! I had no idea what to say.

“Oh yeah!” I exclaimed, buying myself some more time as I shifted my weight on my feet. I glanced over at my friends who were looking in opposite directions now, making it obvious that they were intensely watching us and immediately shifted their gaze right then when both Allie and I looked at them. Emmett was the most dramatic of all, doing a 360 on his heels and nearly losing his balance, falling back a few steps as his feet struggled to catch him. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him.

“Well, see that man over there,” I went on,  “That’s my roommate Emmett. I was wondering if an intelligent, attractive, third party such as yourself could tell how much of a jackass he is just by looking at him. A scale out of 10 would be perfect”. She was silent as she looked at him, “It’s a new survey I’m conducting. I believe that it is destined to change the world. Even the people at gallup told me they have never heard anything like it”.

Allie was looking over at him now. He was currently running his hands through his hair and looking at his hand so as to observe the dandruff and dirt that he had just picked out. What a hot dog!

She looked back over at me, with a slight smirk on her face that I could tell she was trying hard to hold back, almost succeeding. “7.5.” she answered.

I couldn’t help but give a dramatic reaction to such a low number. Rather, low for what I was expecting. My eyebrows raised quickly and my eyes opened wide in a shocked expression. “Wow!” I managed to exclaim, before calming my face a bit, my eyebrows still raised as my eyes died down, “That's a little bit below the average.”

“Aren’t you all.” She stated slyly, shooting me a poker faced look.

This made my shocked expression completely eradicate from my face as I realized the dig she made at me. Who was this woman? And why were her sassy comments so well planned out. She was even better than Natasha at this.

I was too stunned to speak, not knowing what to say to that. I may be a hardass myself, and I may be goofy, but I was in no way sassy. Not on this level. I could never do what she was doing right now. Not successfully anyways. “Well,” I said, clearing my throat and adjusting my stance again, “Like every good survey, all participants are given a prize. I ran out of my $5 amazon gift cards a while ago. But I assume you would want the better one anyways, since you already gave me so much of your time”.

“What did you have in mind?” She asked, still holding onto her sly facial reaction.

I stood straight and looked her dead in the eye just like last time, “Take a walk with me,” Just like last time, it sounded more like a demand than a question, but there was a slight loss of confidence in my tone, as I was unsure if she would say yes.

She looked down at her book and let out 1 airy breath, not a sigh, but more of a laugh before looking at me. It seemed as though she was surprised at my audacity, which I found confusing. “Well I would,” she started, “But then that would make you one step closer to being one hundred bucks richer, and we can’t have that can we”?

I froze, looking at her with a confused reaction, raising one of my eyebrows, trying to make sense as to what she was saying. That’s when it hit me. One hundred bucks richer…She knew about the bet!

Before I could say anything, before I could justify myself, she was standing up, her book in one hand and her peach in the other. “You know,” she began in an annoyed and slightly angry tone, “I am conducting my own research. It is my belief that every male student here at the academy is a chauvinistic pig. I believe that it is destined to change the world. Gallup told me that they have never heard anything like it.”

Her cold eyes blazed into mine as she took a bite of her peach, not breaking our gaze. I could tell she was pissed, and I couldn’t do anything but stand there flabbergasted and embarrassed. She turned on her heel and stormed off, having that same stomp in her movements that she had the other day.

Damn it.

Shit.

Fuck!

[narrators-journal]

Crime and punishment

I have no clue how to write orgies! So, I did my damnest with this, and I pray it’s good, but I can’t fiddle with this anymore. I hope it’s fun and somewhat hot, and if someone has any tips for writing anything like this, feel free to share, bc I am at a loss of how to balance the focus and feel inclusive.

(I again, posted this to the wrong blog)

CW: I can’t say how good this actually is. Potential dubcon implications, bondage, an orgy, everyone here is assumed to be a senior, so around 18, pegging, a bit of femdomvibrators are used lol. Aigis is a bitch to Ryoji <3.

skin slapping skin, moans, sighs, curses, the scent of sweat mingled with the smell of the bath’s waters and shampoos, the dull buzz of toys. It all mixed together to create a thick, hazy fog within the girls’ room within the inn. Minato Arisato was in the midst of it, with his hands tied behind his back while his ass was in the air, held in place by Mitsuru’s manicured nails so that he couldn’t escape her. A fate the other three men had also met. Each tied up and left at the mercy of at least one of the women who they had mistakenly spied on in the bath.

And, truly, it had been a mistake. They had lost track of time, and before they’d realized it, Mitsuru, Fuuka, Aigis, and Yukari were disrobing and slipping into the warm water without realizing the men were there. But, when they had plead their case to the court of Kirijo, she hadn’t believed them for an instant.

I guess I should thank Ryoji after this. Minato thought while each slow, deep thrust of his leader’s strap-on sent up fresh sparks of warmth within his belly. If he hadn’t been there...Mitsuru would’ve killed us with Penthesilea.

And, as if he’d heard the midnight-haired man thinking about him, Ryoji whined from his own spot in the room. His hands tied behind his back with his vibrant scarf, his ass held prisoner to the far more vicious plowing of Aigis, with his face buried in Yukari’s cunt to simultaneously muffle his moans and put on a show for Junpei. Who sat with Akihiko near the trio. Tied up with a gag in his mouth and a small, remote vibrator tied to the base of his cock. A toy for which the brunette archer clutched the controller. “Y’know,” Yukari panted, finally breaking the heated silence while one of her hands tangled in Ryoji’s messy hair to keep his mouth captive against her drooling cunt, “we should punish the boys like this mo- ah! More often!” She moaned, her hips lifted slightly to grind against Ryoji’s tongue as he did his best to please her while Aigis pistoned into his ass as if she aimed to break his hips. “Takeba, we can’t just peg them whenever Junpei gets on your nerves.” Mitsuru chuckled, her thrusts unrelenting in their drive to get the captive wildcard to combus. Her pace not even effected when she spoke. “But why not! He deserves it!” the brunette continued breathlessly with a small chuckle while she toyed with the controller in her hand. Knowingly sat in little else beyond her open bath robe in front of Junpei, her legs spread to let Ryoji lap desperately at her core while Junpei could do little else but watch and squirm beneath the dull, gentle stimulation of the toy.

And, while Minato’s pride was hurt by the slow dribble of lube down his inner thigh, he was still in a better position than Iori. Unlike the other three, his best friend didn’t get the direct attention of any of the girls. Aigis had almost shot someone to be the one to peg Ryoji, and Yukari had struck a deal with the robot for her spot in their trio. Fuuka didn’t have it in her to do anything to Minato, so Mitsuru had taken him while Fuuka instead sat beside the usually energetic man. Licking and suckling at Akihiko’s dick in a tentative, slow game of light kisses and slow strokes that drew out a fair number of grunts and groans from the fighter.

All Junpei could do was writhe in the confines of his bondage while the wadded up panties in his mouth teased him further with the taste of a woman on his tongue and Ryoji got tag-teamed by the two beautiful women in front of him. A mess of moans beneath the harsh thrusts of Aigis’ strap on, only muffled by Yukari’s plush thighs as he stole all of her attention. Only leaving his fellow brunette with the occasional increase of the vibrator’s speed to flood his veins with a fresh wave of muscle-spasming lightning. And, the cherry on top of his neglected sundae was, he couldn’t even complain through his gag.

Though, he did get a small glimpse of hope when Fuuka asked, ”Oh, shouldn’t we like, swap partners or something? Isn’t that how orgies go, everybody sleeps with everybody?” her cautious ministrations paused so she could look over to Mitsuru, who hummed thoughtfully while she continued to grind into the mindlessly wildcard. Yet, before the elegant woman could choose a response, Yukari squeaked and pulled Ryoji up by his messy hair. “Th-they don’t have to be!” He gasped the moment he got a gulp of air that didn’t escape as another moan, “Have you been in an orgy before, Mochizuki? You slut.” Yukari teased as she gave Aigis a small signal so that the blonde finally slowed down to let him continue, “I-I haven’t! But I’ve looked them up.” He panted, the minimal break all it took to allow a shudder of overstimulation to rake through the man’s soft body before he could form a coherent enough thought to continue. “Ah...all you need for an orgy is five or more willing people and sexual activity. P-partner swapping is more fitting for a swingers par-” He was cut off once more when Aigis all but slammed his face back into the floor. “You have fulfilled your purpose. Shut up.”

While it was a cold way to put it, Aigis’ words got a chuckle out of the girls, as well as a thoughtless giggle from Minato before Mitsuru returned to her movements and washed whatever shreds of thought he scraped together. And, the others soon followed Mitsuru’s lead with little more than an apologetic glance from Fuuka to Junpei before she returned to Akihiko.

[rose-milkteaa]

“What happened to you…?”

A/N: I’m in the mood for oc lore/angst cause I’m feeling terrible at the moment so why not torture my ocs? 😇

People in this: Elisa and Oliver (the demon twins)

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There was a loud smack echo through the room. Elisa glaring at at the taller before he with tears almost falling from her eyes. “ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY IN THE HEAD OR SOMETHING?!” The girl shouted, her hand trembling after she had slapped Oliver in the face. “HE COULD’VE DIED! YOU ALMOST KILLED HIM! A 6 YEAR OLD!” Elisa said in anger.

Oliver growled deeply as his eyes stared Elisa down. “It had to be done.” He simply stated.

“What are you talking about right now, Oliver.” Elisa asked with a glare. “He had NOTHING to do with our parents and yet you still got him hospitalized!”

Oliver smirked a bit as he stared at this twin. “Now she knows how it feels losing someone close to her.” Oliver says before he got slapped again by Elisa.

“WE WERE 15! That war had nothing to do with Carol!” Elisa said. “She was devastated! Her son almost got killed by her childhood friend for god’s sake!” Elisa glared.

“She’s was princess correct? She could’ve stopped it. Now look at us. We have no parents because that brat got them KILLED! Dad deserved it, but mom? She was everything to me.” Oliver snapped as he stared at Elisa with deadly eyes.

“She was only 15! She couldn’t make those decisions, you imbecile!” Elisa shouted back.

The two just stared at each other. Elisa almost in tears and Oliver in anger.

“What…” Elisa started, wiping a few tears off her face. “What happened to you..? What happened to my sweet and kind brother who I always loved..?” Elisa said, more tears falling down her face, ruining her eyeshadow. “Ever since mom died yo—” The raven haired girl got caught off with a gasp when Oliver cornered her to a wall.

“Don’t you.. EVER speak about her.” Oliver growled, his tail jolting up as a sign of anger. “You have no IDEA how I feel.”

“Oliver—— I’m just as upset as you ar—” Elisa started before flinching when Oliver slammed his hand onto the wall near her head. “Oliver..—”

“Shut it, you little bitch.” Oliver growled. “You have no idea what grief is.” He said with a deathly cold stare. “This conversation is over.” Oliver stated as he started walking away.

“But, Oliver, wait-!” Elisa tried to grab his arm to stop him. A loud crack echoed through the room. Elisa reached her hand to her cheek, flinching when her cheek stung in pain. “Did you just.. slap me..?” Elisa said as she turned to her brother, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

“Don’t touch me.” Oliver glared as he turned back around. “And suck it up, it was just a slap.” He stated before walking up to his room, slamming the door shut.

Elisa stood in the living, processing what just happened as she held her cheek, ignoring the pain as it stung. Tears fell from her eyes as she realized what had happened.

She looked at the closed door, looking at the bulletin sign that said “Do not enter”.

Elisa’s tail dropped to the floor, signaling her sad emotion. “This.. is normal.. why the hell am I crying..” Elisa said to herself. She took a breath and started walking to her own room.

“You changed so much.. I can’t even tell if you’re the same person anymore..”

[claim-my-heart]

i found out today that what you did didn’t just hurt me. sure, i was naive and i thought you were generally trying to do some good when you swept me off my feet and gave me attention in the way nobody before you ever has. you masked it as a way to work through my trauma, figure out my sexuality, and maybe just gain some overall experience to my very empty resume. i knew there was more than just me. i picked up on the hints of it along the months and months we spent together. but i, wrongfully, assumed i had no claim to be upset that you weren’t solely mine. that your behavior was excusable purely for the fact that you technically didn’t say you were serious about us.

all these months and come to find out that not only were you making me complicit in your, cheating, for lack of a better word, but the one you strung along was a good friend of mine. i never fell in love with you due to your harsh edges and words that were so condescending i couldn’t move past them and dismiss them. your emotional manipulation, putting me down and picking me up whenever you saw fit, it was all too hurtful for me to truly have feelings. but to know that she did? this wonderful, beautiful woman isn’t worth a nanosecond of your time? that’s what angers me the most.

i’ve spoken to her, apologized time and time again for being part of your breaking of her heart and she thankfully doesn’t blame me. after all, i had no knowledge you two were even together. but to know that you did, to know that you dangled other girls like me in front of her, why? to get a rise out of her? to make her jealous? i can’t, and frankly i’m not sure i ever will, understand why you chose to act this way. i had an idea of the last girl in your pursuits, we came to the realization on our own and she confided in me that she was falling in love with you as well. she confessed that you both agreed on some space, disguising it as “needing to work through feelings”, which you and i both know is a shitty excuse of you not wanting to deal with a real relationship. this poor girl had to convince herself to stop liking you even when you used her for sex and when you said all the right things to get her to give you sex. i can’t understand you.

and i hate that i was caught in the middle of this. i hate that we spent hours and hours each night talking while you told my good friend there was no one else, you met her on the intensity of her feelings, that you were serious. how could dare you even say those things to that wonderful woman? it angers me so much that you jumped from girl to girl, balancing on the webs that connect us all. you knew we were all friends, and that’s the part that feels a bit like a slap in the face to me.

but hey, if you were kinder, or at the very, very least, smarter, we wouldn’t have known. but you just couldn’t handle juggling all your bitches could you? you didn’t “mean to” collect us, that’s what you told me when i playfully interrogated you on the subject. “i didn’t mean to”. nobody does this by accident. nobody strings people along for six months, swearing they feel a connection in their soul, only to be sexually intimate with at least three other people by accident.

if you hadn’t decided to say my name when you were intimate with my friend, if you hadn’t sent messages to the wrong person, if you hadn’t called it off with both of us in the same month, we wouldn’t have known. but you don’t care. you can afford to be lazy because you don’t care about the outcome. that’s the sickest part of it all.

honestly? i’m glad you broke it off when you did. i mean, i could’ve used those few months you strung me along, rejected me, hurt my feelings, but if my friend and i didn’t have february in common we wouldn’t have even spoken about it. so thank you, for my new knowledge of the timelines and when it all happened. thank you for allowing us to realize exactly when you lied. but mostly, i want to thank you for the opportunity for me to realize i never did anything wrong.

three months i’ve blamed myself, wondering what i did, how i messed up, why out of the blue you decided to no longer let me be a part of your life. it took that wonderful girl explaining to me her heartbreak, it took her sharing all the cruel, shitty things you did. and it took that same girl to tell me that what you did to me was bad as well.

i never gave it much thought, you came in and tried to pursue me and i awkwardly, yet politely, declined. you tried again and again and finally i decided to give it a shot. my first queer, well, anything. i was so hung up on the fact that you were a woman and all my anxiety and shame i felt towards myself that i never realized just how we came to be. you kept trying.

i’ll never forget that night i showed you what’s in the second drawer in my dresser and you said it looked pretty. it was me trying to accept your compliments and flirty messages. and when you responded with something sexual, i panicked. suddenly i was that eighteen year old girl again. sitting on that couch, i was back with him. i didn’t want to be but i have such little experience that i suppose my brain goes to him as he was the last. i spiraled, i cried, and i shook. i had so much unresolved pain from that night and it paralyzed me. not just with you, with every relationship i’ve attempted since him. but i broke down crying to you about how much i hated him for cutting me so deeply that this was the new normal.

you saw that night i was broken, and you tried anyway. kept trying and trying and i explained that between the trauma and my religious guilt, i didn’t think i could be comfortable enough to enjoy you in that way. that wonderful woman pointed out that you kept trying when i didn’t feel comfortable.

i’m angry with you. i’m angry for me. i’m angry for the wonderful woman. i’m angry for every other girl you will string along in your path to claim as much feminine attention as you can stand. i’m not sure what it is with you, but you wear your pride so highly. you show the world online that you love women, show it off like some prize. and even in your relationships, you can’t just have one wonderful woman, you have to claim as many as you can hold in your arms.

i fear for these new girls. what lies and manipulation they will fall for the next time you decide you need more attention. i’m not sure when you’ll quit, i’m not sure if you’ll ever learn that your actions do nothing but hurt those around you. maybe one day, i hope, for their sakes that you will.

my only regret is that i’ve shown you pieces of me i haven’t shown others before. i wish you never saw them, but i had no way of knowing the damage you were causing. i hope everyone confronts you for what you are. a lying, manipulating, cheater. i hope you find yourself alone. i hope you don’t find the chance to recreate this scene. i hope other naive girls like myself don’t fall for your deception, and i hope no more wonderful women get their time wasted by a person like you.

[jakelandryshorts]

Accidental Revenge

“Dude! Look how fuckin’ small you got! Shit! Who’s the little faggot now? Huh? Huh?” Nathan poked at me sides as he taunted me. I’d have been more mad if I weren’t so turned on. His massive body was nothing that I could do anything against. But the emotions that were running through me conflicted. I just took it. “Oh right. You don’t know,” he laughed.

“Know what?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he glared. “Don’t worry about it.” He plopped down onto the couch and stripped off the sleeveless shirt he was wearing. “Sweet,” he chuckled again. “To think Chloe ever dated you…” Another glare was shot towards me. Then he flexed. I felt my face turn red as my hands covered up my hardening dick. Nathan always found it hilarious. “Bitch,” he laughed as he stood up. “Well, I’m going to get ready for my date tonight. So you better not be here when I come back. Got it?”

“G-got it!” I stammered.

“Good,” he said. As Nathan passed me, he gave me a firm slap to my back. I staggered, drawing another laugh from him. ‘God, no wonder you were like this,’ he muttered to himself. The widening grin on his face showed just how much he enjoyed it as well.

I stood there quietly as I watched him go into his room and then start the shower. A deep breath slowly escaped as I relaxed again. One of my hands started to massage my dick. “Stop it…” I scolded it. Still, I couldn’t help but want to continue. Just feeling his rough hand nearly knock me over turned me on. It lead to so many other thoughts of what he could do. A deep sensual moan quickly followed as I plunged onto couch.

My body twisted and turned as I thought about it more and more. But then my hand hit something. “Hmmm?” I was taken out of the fantasy for just a moment as I realized it was his phone. ‘He left his phone out here!?’ My giddiness doubled over as I listened for the shower in the other room. He’d be indisposed for at least 20 or 30 minutes. I couldn’t believe it. Finally, I’d be able to do what I’d been planning.

Over the last month I’d been watching him enter his password. With that I could get to see his nudes! I clutched the phone tightly as I squirmed on the couch. I hadn’t even seen anything yet, but my excitement was making it so hard to do anything else. “Calm down… Calm down…” I breathed. The smile on my face wouldn’t go down as I typed in the four-digit code.

“I’m in!” I squealed. I quickly went to his gallery. And there they were. Picture after picture that he’d sent to different girls of him flexing. His massive cock jutted out in front of him, hard as a rock. Each pose showed off his athletic build perfectly. He’d been working out for more than just sports lately giving more definition to his arms and chest.

I continued to squirm. This time on my back as I tried to figure out a way to save the photos. I went back to the home screen. Looking around it was the same normal apps, except for one. ‘Chronivac?’ I wondered. I’d never heard of something like that. With how normal the rest of his phone was the app really looked out of place. And more I stared, the more compelled I was to click.

My desires gave in and I watched it open. But I was only met with confusion. Grayed out letters spelled out, ‘type what you would like to change.’ Even stranger were all the things above it. ‘I’m built like a bodybuilder.’ ‘Women want to fuck me whenever they see me.’ ‘I can have sex all the time.’ ‘Brad Channing’s a little bitch who loves it when I make fun of him.’ ‘Brad Channing gets turned on when I make fun of him.’

Statements like that continued. I was a bit confused. All of that was true, but I didn’t understand why he’d write it in his phone. If this was some kind of diary, writing, ‘I have a massive cock even guys want to get fucked by,’ seemed a bit unnecessary. After seeing his nudes, I couldn’t exactly disagree with the statement though.

And then I looked at the grayed-out words again. ‘Type what you would like to change…’ Butterflies filled my stomach. Something like this couldn’t be real. But I started to type, ‘I send my nudes to Brad Channing.’ I quickly went to my phone. However, all I found were my own nudes. “What the hell?!” I’d never taken anything like that. But there was my phone full of nude pictures of myself. I’d apparently been trying to emulate Nathan.

My attention quickly went back to Nathan’s phone. ‘Nathan Beckett loves sending me his nudes,’ I typed instead. Butterflies entered my stomach again as I opened up my own phone. I went to my text messages and there was Nathan’s name at the top. I opened it up and dozens upon dozens of photos of him were there. Each one followed by a snarky statement. Not that I cared. But there they were. I squeezed my phone.

My excitement wouldn’t get the better of me. I needed to focus. This thing actually worked! I needed to use it quickly. The shower had turned off. ‘Nathan Beckett loves walking around the apartment completely naked when he’s alone or with me.’ ‘Nathan Beckett loves it when I watch him work out.’ ‘Nathan Beckett only makes fun of me because he wants me to fuck him.’

The door to the bathroom was opening. ‘Nathan Beckett leaves his phone in the living room all the time.’ I typed and tossed the phone onto the other side of the couch. He stepped out toweling off his hair. Below that? Nothing. He was completely nude. His cock swung from side to side as he dripped water on the floor.

“Hey bitch,” he said. His cock jumped with joy as he said it. A bit of confusion washed over his face but it quickly disappeared. “You see my phone?”

“Uhhh…” I tried to act nonchalant. But then looked over to the other side of the couch. “There?” I reached for it but Nathan was far faster.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he glared down at me. His arms crossed against his massive chest. “You trying to get more pics out of me? I give enough to a fucking gay loser like you. Yet you want more? God damn your needy.”

With each insult I watched as his cock bounced. Blood flowed into it, quickly hardening it. I couldn’t believe it actually worked. He was really getting turned on. “I—”

Before I realized it, he’d grabbed my face and shoved it into his it. “There you go you needy little bitch. Bet you’re not used to feeling a like a real man. Really soak it in.”

My body struggled at first, but then relaxed as I sniffed the slightly sweaty but smooth skin. Even after his shower, a bit of the musk stayed. I stayed cautious. This was so different. I wasn’t used to it. But slowly my hands started to reach out for him. To run up against his firm pecs. I gripped them.

“Hey!” he shoved me down onto the couch. “I never said you could touch.” As I hit the couch I watched his cock throb with excitement. He continued to shove me down into it, then straddled my body. I felt my own harden. The tension held. “Dude you’re so fucking weak. Just look at me compared to you,” he flexed his thick arms and gave it a slap. “You can’t fucking handle something like this.”

That’s when he sat down. I let out a hearty grunt as I gripped the couch. My dick slid into him like it’d done it a hundred times before. Almost like his ass was meant to fit it perfectly. He let out a bit of a grunt as well but held his tough guy act, only letting a bit of wincing on his face. But he didn’t stop. He kept bouncing slightly, sliding it in and out of him.

“That’s it bitch. God this turns you so on like the little queer you are. I can’t believe I used to be intimidated by you. You’re so weak… Huff. And—Small… And--… Sexy,” His hands gripped my shoulders as he finished all over my chest. I couldn’t help it either. Hearing him say ‘sexy’ was better than I could have imagined. After so many insults to hear that he couldn’t help himself around me, was too much and I finished inside him. “Damn it…” he cursed as he climbed off me. “Now I gotta go clean up. Chloe’s gonna be mad if she has to wait.”

Nathan stood up and walked back to the bathroom. “Fucking loser,” he cursed as he closed the door. “Damn it…” I couldn’t help but notice his dick rise to attention again. And looking over at the other end of the couch sat his phone.

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