#disrespectfully fuck off and choke

[claudiasjustice]

If you ever shit talked Forspoken you’re not allowed to talk to me ever

[kankuroplease]

Nsfw orochimaru & tora hcs too?

I’ve put this ask off for so long because Tora is a mess and I’ve made this mess myself.. So Here we go 💀

Was she his first? Possibly. Tora was much more experienced by the time she got Oro in bed

And as such, she knows exactly what she likes and how she likes

She loves it when he’s mean and bossy.

Spit in her mouth, call her his whore, yank her hair, choke her a bit, make her gag on his cock as he grips a fist full of her hair, fucking her face without a care. All the good stuff~

Tora claws the shit out of him too and likes admiring the red streaks on his pale skin

Loves teasing him until he has had enough of her bs and bends her over a lab table to fuck her stupid

She wants to forget her own name and the world, and most days his dick does just that

Orochimaru likes being in control and is sadistic, so he’s pretty into her pleading to come as he edges her again and again

Will let her bounce and rock herself close to finishing on top and just hold her waist so she can’t move the moment he feels her velvety walls start to clinch around him

who told her she could come yet? It’s shameful how disobedient she can be

She loves and hates it

Enjoys knifeplay and how Tora gasps everytime he drags it against her skin, watching the goosebumps appear all over her

Impact play? She can’t take it

Choking? Harder

Shibari sex? Kinky~

She enjoys Anal, a LOT. Especially when Oro slips his tongue in her pussy. 100/10 doubles penetration

She’d definitely leaving bumped, bruised, and satisfied

Oro finds it easier to keep a gag on hand than truly expecting her to quiet down

Orochimaru uses the bedroom to test his new restraints

He’s not as sexually charged as her, but finds the act of orgasm denial extremely entertaining

Doesn’t like when she tries to suck his dick while he’s working, but will go down on her when she’s actually reading. Telling her to read out loud and that she better not stop or he’ll stop

He’s just kind of rude like that

He likes pushing the line of pain and pleasure, so biting her til she bleeds or spanking her until she’s raw get him excited

It’s how she ended up with a nipple piercing and him kissing the pain away from it

Then there’s those rare and “weird” days when he’s not quite himself. He looks at her differently, touches her differently, more passion, and gives more than he takes

Made her say ‘I love you’ (in the moment)

To which he said ‘I love you too” (didn’t mean it)

Kinda weirded her out the first time it happened, because she signed up to get dicked down disrespectfully by the pretty snake man not feel fuzzy feelings

They didn’t talk for a month afterwards 💀

Oro is the only lover Tora has stayed the night with. Normally she’s out the door as soon as she comes

They’ve talked about a threesome with Jiraiya, but Tora didn’t want fuck Jiraiya on principle of him liking Tsunade. So that threesome never happened

But somehow Tsunade is a acceptable opinion for Oro to fuck when she’s out of town because Tora “had him” first? And he can fuck Jiraiya as long as she can watch?

“But that’s Tsunade is your cousin”

“It’s not like you’ll be fucking us at the same time”

Orochimaru gave up finding the logic there

[newtonsheffield]

Now that you have confirmed my suspicions about Forest Daddy!Anthony, can we get a little bit of Kate (disrespectfully) watching him split firewood?

Ahhh Kate's favourite sporting event: Anthony splitting wood like a pro

It had been the same since before they were even together. When she'd sat on the porch of the rental cabin next door and the noise had caught her attention.

She hadn't been able to look away, as he'd hauled an enormous log onto the stump, thrown over his shoulder his muscles flexing and stretching as he pulled the axe from the stump. Her cheeks had been flushed long before he'd tugged off his shirt and used it to mop his brow. Anthony hadn't even been finished the stack he had there when she'd taken a shuddering breath and rushed inside, and fallen apart grinding against the mattress.

And now, she didn't really feel the need to hide the fact that she loved watching Anthony's muscles ripple and stretch, the sweat trickling down his chest, his hair falling from the leather thing he tied it back with. In fact, sometimes, like today, she gave herself a little treat.

"We're out of firewood." kate sighed, kissing Anthony's cheek as he shuffled into the kitchen in his boxer shorts, the sight already tugging at her stomach.

Anthony let out a huff. "I just chopped some though."

She barely felt guilty for hiding it on the porch of the currently unoccupied cabin next door. She'd retrieve it eventually. "Well, maybe we've been using more of it."

Anthony's eyes narrowed suspiciously at her look of wide eyed innocence. "Well, okay. I'll chop some later."

No. Kate wasn't ashamed of the fact she was currently dragging a chair to sit directly in front of the stump Anthony used to shop wood, crossing her legs as Anthony hauled in his logs, already groaning and grunting.

"Do you need a hand?"

Anthony's eyebrow lifted skeptically, as he let the long drop onto his stump. "Oh no, please, I wouldn't want you to have to give up your vantage point."

Kate tutted, "If I can't ogle my own boyfriend, whom can I ogle?"

Anthony huffed, his forearm flexing as he pulled the axe from the stump where he'd tossed it earlier. "Well I'll give you a good show, Muffin."

He let out a sharp huff as he drew back the axe landing it right in the middle of the log with a sharp grunt.

His muscles were rolling under his white t shirt as he drew back again, and Kate could hardly breathe, watching Anthony labor away, the sound of the wood splitting, cracking through the air, the pieces falling from the stump.

Sweat was beading on his forehead, sweat starting to soak through his shirt, tangling in his hair, his breathing coming in sharp grunts as he made his way through the logs.

His eyes locked with hers as he hauled another log onto the stump. "This one's a little wet."

Kate nearly choked, her cheeks burning as Anthony tugged the shirt over his head, his abs flexing, arms tightening as he dabbed at his forehead with it.

"I'll need to work a little harder."

Her mouth was dry, stomach burning as Anthony drew back the axe, slamming it into the log, pulling back quickly his legs spread wide, the wind whipping his hair around. He looked wild and fierce and when the log finally snapped: kate did as well.

She stood from her seat, trying to walk towards him in measured steps, every muscle in her body coiled tight.

Anthony's eyebrows raised, "Everything okay?"

Kate caught him by the waist first, tugging on the back of his neck until his lips met hers feverishly. He let out a deep groan that made her spine shiver as she deepened the kiss her tongue tangling desperately with his.

"Kate-"

"Sit." She said sharply as she pulled back, pushing firmly on his shoulders until he landed with a huff on the stump, his eyes a little wide as her lips fell to his neck, nipping and sucking.

"Fuck, Kate." Anthony's voice was a groan, his hands groping at her desperately. "Let me up and I'll take you inside."

Kate pulled back abruptly, pushing her hair back from her face, her eyes burning into his. "We're not going inside."

The groan that fell from his lips was desperate as Kate fell to her knees between his legs, her hands tugging at the button of his jeans, his suspenders hanging loosely from where he'd tugged them from his shoulders.

Oh fuck

his hands had already threaded in her hair, anticipation rising in her stomach as she tugged his boxers down a hum rising in her throat.

the taste of him was always a little heady. The smell of nature hanging in the air, pine mixed with Anthony's cologne overwhelming her senses.

Anthony's body was already writhing underneath her touch as she ducked her head, moving against him, her eyes flickering closed at the taste of him, hot and heavy on her tongue, sharp gasps and moans falling from his lips.

It felt so powerful, it always did. There was so much strength in Anthony's body, coiled tight in his muscles, in his powerful thighs that she'd once goaded him into actually cracking a fucking watermelon between. And here he was, completely at her mercy, falling apart in front of her, his jaw clenching as his eyes rolled back his voice hoarse velvet

Fuck, Kate! Yes, sweetheart, look at you, so good baby, just like that

His hips were bucking erratically against her, his shoulders heaving in the afternoon sunshine, heat building between them, his jaw slack.

Kate, babe, I'm gonna-

She let her eyes lock with his, her eyes burning against his and

Kate!

Warmth flooded her mouth as Anthony shuddered against her with a sharp roar, before he collapsed back against the stump, leaning on his elbows.

Kate kissed his thigh quickly standing with a sigh, smiling down at him.

"lovely show, Bear. As always."

Anthony took a shuddering breath, catching her around the waist, forcing her to straddle him, tugging upwards. "You are not walking away. Sit on my fucking face. And don't think I couldn't see all the firewood hidden on the porch next door."

And really, kate couldn't care less

[elsfairy]

i just came back on tumblr after being busy and why the fuck did i just see MY emi roach say that some stupid ass anons have been shitting on them again, hm? 🤩 get your ugly ass rat ass bitch ass looking face out of their inbox and disrespectfully, go choke on your chicken looking balls!

CHICKEN LOOKING BALLS 😭 people are just getting too comfortable on here, but if I have to turn off my anons again, then I'm going to riot because I have genuine kind anons and the mean ones are ruining everything 😔 YOU TELL EM MEIJILICIOUS, FUCK EM UP ‼️ wow okay that was aggressive... anyway. Ilysm ♡♡

[shuchu]

here are my live reactions compiled into one post because i don't wanna spam y'all (bruh tumblr keeps putting a community label on this post even tho it's barely nsfw lmfao but anyways, just for tumblr: NSFW, MINORS DNI)

luca

AYO LUCA????? THIS MUSIC IS MAKING ME FEEL THINGS- maybe i'm just horny

the live voice acting tho??? he's so cute

omg i think their outfits are based on how they were before they got isekai-ed, the person on twitter was right !!!!

LUCA LAUGHING AT HIS LINES IN THE VISUAL NOVEL? LORE? THIS MAN 💀

AYO SHOWING OFF HIS MUSCLES???? OKAY THIS DESCRIPTION...i think i'm gonna lose my mind when i actually see it

awww baby's nervous, he's so cute

hand reveal? lmao- OKAY RINGS WTF NEW NECKLACE JUST DROPPED, CHOKE ME

HIS JACKET???? LOOKS STYLISH AS HELL SHEEEESH

okay ngl i love the outfit so far, it's only half body rn

mans really said, "you haven't even seen me take it off yet." WTF LUCA???

I'M STARING DISRESPECTFULLY- MAN TIDDIESSSSSSS LEMME AT EM BOOBA STRAP LESSGOOOO

HE HAS A CHOKER AND A GOLD NECKLACE WHAT THE FUCK I'M GOING FERAL- THE UNHOLY THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD RIGHT NOW SNAJXJSBJX

FANGIES????? hana has fainted

OMG PIERCINGS???? THE SUNGLASSES. STOP- where can i get myself a luca kaneshiro?

HE TOOK THE JACKET OFF?? PUT ME IN A CHOKE HOLD WITH THOSE ARMS PLEASE

OFF THE SHOULDER??? AND FOREHEAD KISS???

NEW OVERLAY???? it fits the vibes of his new outfit so well and new alerts?? poooooogggg

NEIL *shakes fist*

imma have luca brainrot now- imma die i love his new outfit

shu

HOLY SHIT MY SHUEY SHU I'M SO EXCITED

his outfit looks so detailed i can't

omg his handmade lore vid THIS MAN HAHAHA

"oh wait i'm supposed to be an adult now" *elongated self* I CANT WITH THIS MANS

THE ZOOM IN HAHAHAH NOT THE LMAO. THIS IS WHY THIS MAN IS MY OSHI LMAOOOO

THE POOP HAHAHAH

"STOP TYPING LMAO" LMAO I CANT HAHAHAH THE FUCKING BANANA

"shirtless? will that get me views? will that get my son views on youtube?" THE ZOOM IN ON THE MOM I'M FUCKING DYING I LOVE MY OSHI

"coincidentally there's a random man wearing this" I'M DYING

SHU'S LAUGH HE'S SO CUTE

THE SHADOW???? DUDE I'M SIMPING ALREADY

he has beads in his hand?

NOT THE POOP SHAPED REVEAL SASUGA MY OSHI

HAND REVEAL??? HE HAS GLOVES? WAIT WHAT'S THAT??

OMG HE HAS A MARK ON HIS FOREHEAD AND HIS BANANAAAAAA

WHOAAAAA HE LOOKS SO ROYAL, REGAL, FORMAL WHAT THE HECK

YO I LOVE HIS FIT it's so intricate and detailed

feet? for free? 👀 yamitoes ehe

the bone bois!!!

his outfit is probably the most complicated of all luxiem boys, vox might be a close second tho

HE CAN PUT HIS ARM DOWN BRO WHAT THE FUCK FINALLY LMFAOAOAOAO

HE CAN TAKE THE OUTER LAYER OFF??? he's so pretty, pretty boi <33

"the lashes stay tho, slay" HAHAHAH

NEW TRANSITION AND OVERLAY??? LESSGOOOO

like vox said: more of this please-

he's perfect, couldn't possibly stan my oshi any more than i already do

mysta

meeeeestaaaaa bb

what is this starting screen 🧍🏻‍♀️

lmao mysta rp asmr? ayo? OMEGALUL

this man...

HE WRAPPED HIMSELF UP HAHAHAH WHAT THE FUCK

NOT THE LIP EMOJI HAHAHAH I'M DYING

"i'm all bondaged up" okay mysta

"i found out a fetish that i didn't even know i had" mystaaaaaa HAHAHAH

THE BROTHERS AND THEIR MEMES I FUCKING CANT

this goofy ah man

he's got a briefcase, we been knew

"hand. tee es kay ar" LMFAO

not him wanting to swing the briefcase against someone's head 💀💀

"surface level dps" 💀

not the briefcase pickup line, this man...

he has a scarf, pien 🥺

"i still got the sex gloves" lmaoo

UKI'S NOTIFICATION ON TWITTER GOT ME CACKLING: "oh shit merry christmas" LMFAO

his outfit looks so comfy ue

HE HAS A MONOCLE (i think that's what it's called) ???

THE LITTLE BERET???

MINI PONYTAILLLLLLL

no hat no glasses, pien 🥺 he's so baby

new earrings too <33

"you guys wanna see me take off my clothes now?" i-

omg without the outer layers??? why does he look like such a good boy 💀

i love the layered necklaces tho!!!

he has such a tiny waist wtf what a slut

OMG HE CAN PUT HIS ARM DOWN TOO

i wanna give him a hug 🥺

THE OUTRO MUSIC UEUEUE

vox

voxyyyyy

this is so calming?

sasuga voxy, the production quality. GOD

shu and sonny VA!!! is the other one kotoka? meloco? kotoka for sure after watching more

TSKR JAPANESE

ONIGIRIIIIII

omg new overlay?

"oh my god. BALLS." sasuga vox

his nails are so long sheesh

"you know i keep that mf-ing thang on me" this guy lmaooo

OH HE'S ACTUALLY GOT HIS BOOBA OUT

ayo new eye makeup? pog

YOO he actually looks like a demon now jesus

yoooo black and gold horns!!!!

ponytail vox sheesh

ngl, i think this is my second fav outfit, i'm a sucker for intricate and detailed outfits

ike

PLAID GANG

HEELS STEP ON ME IKEY

such a comfy outfit ueue

the turtleneck eeee

not the steve jobs from vox on twitter lmao

OMG THE EYEBROW PIERCING AND THE BERET

eeee he's comfy boi

ikey wikey ;w; he's so precious help

omg he can write in his book now!!!

his outfit is so lowkey which is not a bad thing !!! i love!!!

THE WINKKKKKK IKEY STOP

new intro and more stuff coming?? AAAA

HE HAS MORE???? king of jebait for real

OMG HE'S GOT A SURPRISE FOR US

aaawww his new starting screen with hints to the previous ones aaa i love that 🥺

i love all their new outfits, i love that for ike and mysta it's peak comfy vibes, luca looks really handsome in his and vox and shu it's just so regal and detailed ugh i love, i stan

i can't stop looking at shu

[dxckgrxsonx]

Hello can I very kindly ask Jason Todd smut where reader asks Jason to put a baby in them and Jason very consensually yet disrespectfully did just that? It would be a dream thank you

Pairing - Jason Todd X (F)Reader Words - 2.6K Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Breeding!Kink - Size!Kink (he’s a big boy and I am here for it) - Praise!Kink - Hair Pulling - Jason is a bit of a meanie - Wall Sex - Swearing - No plot, just porn - Unprotected sex - So much Dirty Talk - Fluff. Notes -  Babbbyyyy, yes of course!! Jason Todd is a disrespectful little shit but good fucking god I would let this man ruin me. Just fuck me up okay?? Fuck me uuupppppp. Hope you enjoy!! If you’ve got any other requests for either Jason or Dick, send em my way!!

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He wrecks you from the inside out–twists your chest half open to shove himself between the tiny space of your ribs. He’s got a smart fucking mouth–tugs you straight into blinding tailspin with nothing more than a quick quirk of his lips and a bright flash of perfect teeth. Rough and mean but so incredibly kind and protective–a paradox wrapped in kevlar and littered with bruises.

Jason Todd can be something wicked when he wants to be–something calculating and devastating. He uses all that intellect and training and knowledge to take you apart piece by piece–he’s clever and quick witted and gets you wet with nothing more than a look.

He’s perfect and you love him but sometimes–good fucking god–

Sometimes you hate him.

“C’mon sweetheart, open up for me.” Jason grunts, there’s a feral gleam in his eyes, pupils blown wide and highlighting the thin ring of blue left behind. His teeth clash together with a snarl as he clenches his jaw and when he looks down at you–all pressed up against him like a goddamn gift–the sound that rips up his throat makes you tremble. “Baby–c’mon...please. Open up for me huh? Be a good girl.”

A heaving gasp shudders out from between your kiss swollen lips, head thunking backwards against the wall. The fat leaking head of his cock presses against your weeping hole, thick and blunt and too fucking big. A choked off gasp reverberates around the room when he dips his head and mouths at your jaw, teeth nipping over your pulse point.

“Y’wanted this darlin’,” He reminds you, words vibrating against your throat. “Y’asked me didn’t you? Asked so nicely for me to fuck a baby into you.” Jason holds you up with nothing more than the strength of his hips pinning you to the wall, fingers clamping around your knees–shoving your shaking thighs apart so he can press his heavy cock into you–but it just won’t fit. “Why won’t you let me in, sweetheart? I thought this was what you wanted–don’t you want me to cum in you? Don’t you wanna be full?”

Your body lights up like a solar flare, bright and burning and alive. You’ve always had a smart mouth–or maybe just no verbal filter–always thrown your opinion towards someone who’s stupid enough to listen. It’s gotten you into more trouble than it’s worth–rubs certain people the wrong way and you don’t exactly blame them…you’re a lot to handle.

Except Jason Todd took one look at you and decided that you’re it–smart mouth and all. Caught your eye and swept you straight up into his gravity without a second thought. Sometimes you think he might regret it a little–especially when you manage to piss off the wrong people–but he never fails to surprise you.

And when you jokingly asked him to put a baby in you, he surprised you yet again–made you eat your own words. Out of all his qualities, you think you like this one the best–love the fact he challenges you–puts you straight back in your place.

“Jay…” You plead, fingers scrambling for purchase over his broad shoulders. “Jay–please! M’tryin, I swear I am. You–you’re too fuckin–hng–” Tears bubble up along your lower lashes, eyes wide and pleading. Your thighs flex against Jason’s firm grip and you feel him smirk over the hollow of your throat. “You’re too big…oh–please!”

“I just don’t think you’re trying hard enough baby. I mean, look how wet you are–your pussy is dripping for me, and you mean to tell me I won’t fit?” The horrible mocking tone of his voice makes you whine–makes your cunt clench up tight like a fist. Jason keeps you spread open, thighs split wide around his hips so he can rub the length of his cock through your slit–he drags the fat head from your clenching hole to your clit–the sensation sparking like electricity through your veins. “M’gonna make it fit sweetheart, gonna stretch your little pussy open and fill you up.”

Catching his leaking tip at the weeping entrance of your cunt he groans something feral in your ear and shoves forwards–hips flexing and thick muscular thighs straining. He sinks halfway into your tight little hole before stopping, breath catching hard in his lungs when you clamp down around his length and stop him in his tracks.

Jason glances down your body, sharp eyes fixating on the sight of your puffy cunt swallowing his cock inch by inch. Pulling back he surges forwards and rocks into you, dragging a low moan from your mouth as he grinds against the swollen mess of your clit.

“Jay–” You keen, eyes rolling backwards into your skull. “Oh…please, please put a baby in me–please!”

He chuckles, throat thick with lust, “Y’have to let me in first baby–gotta let me into your sweet cunt. C’mon, it’s not that hard. Why won’t you open up, huh?”

“S’too big!” You wail, blinking back tears. “Y’too big, Jay. It won’t fit.”

Jason snarls, tugging you forwards and slamming you back against the wall, eyes wild. Sweat dots along his hairline, teeth gritted into a mean little growl. The tension in his arms makes the muscles bulge, thick veins puffing up along his biceps–you feel almost drunk on him, on his scent, on the dangerous look in his eyes.

“It’s not too big, you’ve taken it before baby–haven’t you? Fucked yourself on my cock until you’ve cried and creamed all over it like a little slut. It’s not too big–” He thrusts forwards, finally getting your walls to open up–to yield to him. “There you go–see, it wasn’t that hard.” He purrs.

You both moan as he sinks into you with a satisfying stretch, voices catching together and reverberating off the walls. Pressing your forehead to Jason's, you sob at the wet sound of your pussy squelching around him–slick leaking around the sides of his cock and smearing over his navel.

It’s almost too much, “Please Jay–shit, fuuck–please. I-I can’t, oh god–I can’t.”

Drawing back then surging forwards he fucks into you hard enough to make your whole body jolt, “I don’t care. You can take it–you will. I’m gonna make you take it. Y’asked me for this sweetheart, begged me to put a baby in you and that’s exactly what i’m gonna do.”

You hate him–hate how he stuffs your own words back down your throat, makes you choke on each stupid vowel. But good fucking god if it doesn’t make you wet–makes you want to clamp down around him and come and come and come.

Rocking your hips up against his harsh grip you try to get him deeper–try to get the fat head of his cock pressed as far inside your soaking cunt as possible. Jason groans low and thick in your ear, his breath fanning down your neck and dragging a shudder up your spine. His fingers flex around your knees and he hoists you higher up the wall–spreads your thighs even wider.

“Touch yourself for me sweetheart, wanna feel your pretty pussy squeezin’ me.”

Clamping one hand on his shoulder you use the other to snake between your bodies. Brushing down your stomach you press the pad of your finger to your clit–it twitches hard at the contact and you moan, pleasure sparking white hot all over. Dipping down to where Jason stuffs his cock into your weeping hole you gather your wetness and smear it over your cunt.

Circling your clit you rub over it with tight circles, pressure firm and unwavering. Opening your mouth on a heaving gasp you moan when Jason presses his mouth to your own, teeth sinking into your bottom lip and firing that perfect hint of pain through your veins. Licking into your mouth he slides his tongue against your own and you drool at the taste of him–find yourself chasing his mouth when he pulls back with a cocky grin.

“C’mon baby, don’t you want to come for me?” He teases, fucking into you at a steady pace, cock hitting all the most perfect parts inside you. He mouths along your jawline, nipping at your pounding pulse before sucking a mark there–just because he can, because he wants you to look at it and think of him. “M’not filling you up until you come sweetheart ‘nd I’m real fuckin’ close so you better hurry up.”

“Ah–shit. Okay, okay…just–please don’t–” Clamping around his length hard, your pussy convulses—almost like you’re trying to push him out—clit swelling against your fingers. Throwing your head back you moan, voice high and breathy. Your head feels fuzzy, eyes unfocused.

“Don’t what?” Jason urges, lips quirking up at the edges at the pretty fucked out look on your face. “Don’t what baby?”

Teetering on the edge of oblivion you feel tears burn at the backs of your eyes. The pleasure feels alive inside you–feels like it’s going to make you burst at the seams.

“Oh god, Jason! Don’t stop–please don’t stop!” Your body shakes in his grasp, muscles trembling as you reach out and touch the edge of orgasm. You trail off into a heaving babble, words sticking against the inside of your mouth. “Please–please! M’so close.”

“M’not gonna stop baby. Not for anythin’” He assures you, doubling his efforts and slamming his cock into you at a pace that borders pain–strong hips knocking against your own and sending you directly into the goddamn stratosphere. “Come on, y’want to be a good girl for me don’t you? Come for me sweet girl, wanna feel you.”

You’ve never been one to deny him–Jason Todd deserves everything good in the world, the least you can give him is this.

You clamp down like a vice, pussy pulsing around his thick girth. Every twitch of your puffy clit makes you cry out, voice hoarse and pleading. Your cunt gushes, slick seeping around his cock and smearing over his navel and upper thighs. The sensation makes heat scathe up your neck, embarrassment skittering over your skin—you’re making such a mess.

“That’s it pretty girl–so good for me.” Jason coos, soft mouth slanting over your own and swallowing the desperate noises ripping up your throat. His pace refuses to falter and the overstimulation makes you want to flinch away, but you’re trapped between his unyielding body and the wall. Wetness coats the length of his cock enabling him to rock into your cunt without resistance–the slick slide of him rubbing over that sensitive spot inside you.

Your orgasm starts to fade, but Jason doesn’t stop, just keeps going, pounding into your pussy without restraint. Copper coats your tongue when your teeth sink into his lower lip, skin splitting under the strain and smearing over your mouth. He pulls back and stares you down, mouth twitching into a feral grin–blood coats his teeth, you think he gets off on the taste of it–you do too.

“Jay,” You gasp, “I-I can’t–fuck.”

“Shut up.” He grunts, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. “I’ll make you take it.” Your vision whites out at the edges and Jason’s furious rhythm begins to falter, thrusts turning sloppy and uncoordinated. Tangling your fingers into the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck you pull–hard. “Shit! Fuck–do that again, baby, please d’that again!”

Tightening your fist you wrench his head back–expose his throat–and he moans, all low and pretty, eyes rolling back into his skull. His cock twitches in your cunt–getting impossibly harder. You know he’s close–can feel him tremble against you.

“You’re so pretty, Jay.” You grin, dragging your teeth over his throat and sucking a dark mark there. He preens under your words, chest heaving. “C’mon pretty boy, can you come for me? Want you to fill me up, Jay. Want you to put a baby in me.”

His voice cracks when he calls your name in warning, jamming his cock as far into your cunt as it’ll go, thighs shaking–full balls pulling up tight. Rocking your hips up against him you press soft little kisses over his neck, fingers still fisted in his hair as he comes.

He absolutely floods your pussy, come spilling out around the edges of his cock–you feel it dripping warm and sticky down the inside of your thighs. Clamping your squishy walls around his length Jason whines, grinding his pulsing cock into you as he pumps rope after rope of come into you.

“You’re so good for me, Jason. Such a good boy.”

Carding your fingers through his hair he sags under your touch as he comes down, harsh breaths evening out. Wrapping your legs over his hips, Jason hooks his hands under your thighs to hold you against him, cock still trapped in your pussy–preventing his release from spilling out of you.

“You’re such a little shit. Y’know that?” Jason grumbles, pressing his forehead to your own.

“Me?” You croak, mildly outraged. “I haven’t done a single thing wrong in my life.” Pulling back and pinning you with a deadpan stare Jason raises an eyebrow. “Alright, fine! I may have done a few stupid things–but no more than like…five.”

“Seriously? Five.”

“Shh.” You say, smothering a yawn. “Unless the next word out of your mouth is pizza, m’not listening.”

He’s silent for a beat, eyes softening as he drinks you in–flushed and sweaty and beautiful. There’s a quick skip of your heart, a surge of warmth flowing through your veins. Sometimes, when you look at him, you can’t believe he chose you–looked at you and decided that out of everyone, you deserve his time and attention. If you think about it too much, you know that you’ll cry–his love doesn’t come easy and you know that for the rest of your life, you’ll prove to him that it’s worth it.

“I love you.” Jason smiles, all crooked and perfect and yours.

“What was that? I wasn’t listening.”

Biting back a smile he leans in and kisses you–all slow and tender. The gentle push and pull of his mouth makes your eyes flutter shut, hand cupping the nape of his neck to hold him there. Licking into his mouth you sigh at the taste of him, tongues sliding together. Your lungs start to burn and you lean back, breaking the kiss to suck in a full breath.

Jason looks at you–sharp eyes flickering over your face. Having his full, undivided attention sometimes makes you uneasy. He’s a calculating son-of-a-bitch when he wants to be, and he’s managed to catch you off guard more than once. You wonder for a brief moment what’s going through his head.

Sweeping your fingers over the back of his neck you feel him shudder.

“I love you.”

No matter how many times you tell him, Jason still gets a whisper soft look of awe on his face–almost like he can’t believe that you’re real, like he can’t comprehend the fact that you love him. It breaks your heart each time, the fact that someone as precious as him doubts that any ounce of love towards him could be real.

Cupping his flushed cheeks you brush your thumbs over his cheekbones and tip his head down. Pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead you linger for a beat before releasing him from your hold and allowing him to raise his head to look at you.

Waiting for his eyes to meet your own you smile, mouth lifting up at the edges.

“I love you.” You repeat, firmer, more insistent.

His watery smile breaks over you like the dawn and you know that Jason Todd holds your heart in the palm of his hands.

**

[a-constant-gay-panic]

Cigarettes and Nicknames

masterlist

pairing: sub!james x dom!reader

warnings: smut, swearing, choking, praise, degrading (use of words such as slut, whore etc.), dirty talk, subspace, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia if you squint, marking, so many fucking nicknames, excessive smoking (don't kill your lungs y'all), MOMMY KINK CAUSE THIS IS JAMES POTTER, goes from plot to filth to fluffy aftercare so deal with it.

summary: you’ve always loved giving people nicknames. being remus’ sister guaranteed you a spot in the marauders and you’ve always teased james with the amount of names you have for him. james has been your infatuation for quite a while now and you’re sick of waiting for him to make the first move so you decide to do it for him. (reader being remus' sister isn't a huge topic in the fic, more so a way for me to insert her)

word count: 4.3k

a/n: sub james is the definition of perfect and if you don't agree then disrespectfully fuck off <3

reader is described as female and does indeed have breasts because james is a boob man hands down.

also, I made the reader quite tall cause 1. it screams dominance. 2. I myself am way above average and have hardly seen any fics where the reader is above 5'6 🚶

and later, if you get the joke behind ‘dog star’, you’re amazing, please marry me.

(yes, you'll notice I use the metric system for 95% of things, the other 5 % is height which I normally use the imperial system for. deal with it love. for future reference, 12 centimeters is roughly 4.7 inches btw)

— — — — — x — — — — —

opening your bag, you sigh in annoyance. you quickly grab the extra books and stand, ready to find your brother and his friends' compartment. remus' defence against the dark arts and care for magical creatures books somehow ended up in your bag and you didn't feel like hauling around 2 other books with your own.

you excuse yourself and step out your compartment, books in hand. slowly searching for them, a breeze passes you and you slightly curse yourself for your uniform choices. your shirt was a little too tight and your skirt about 12 centimeters too short, your red and gold robes giving you very little warmth.

during the holidays you had grown a fair amount. you now stood confidently at 5'10, finding plenty of joy looking down on a number of your fellow students. it wasn't just your height which increased, your bust did too. it was slightly awkward trying to explain to remus why you needed new bras but you managed to get past it.

after 10 minutes of walking idly you finally find the compartment where your brother and the rest of the marauders are. you knock and slide the door open, poking your head inside only to be overwhelmed by the smell of smoke.

remus shoots up from his seat and pulls you inside, quickly sliding the door shut. “oi! watch it remmy!” you complain once you regain your balance as he takes his seat next to sirius again. “sorry, couldn't have anyone else smellin' the smoke.” you shake your head.

“i can’t see who that is, gimme my glasses back, will ya wormtail?” you turn to see james without his glasses and a cigarette between his lips. peter rolls his eyes and hands him his glasses again.

‘holy shit he's cuter than i remember…’

you don't let on to what your true thoughts are, choosing to tease him as usual instead. “y’know, as good as you look without glasses, you look cuter with them on jamey.”

“y/n/n! shit, sorry. should’ve recognised your voice” james' chuckles as he puts them on. with his vision returned, his eyes rake over your body, stopping a few seconds too long at your breasts.

“easy with the nicknames y/n, you’re gon’ make him all flustered again.” sirius teases. “oh calm down dog star.” he rolls his eyes at the name.

you’ve always found it entertaining to come up with nicknames for people. it was even worse with your friends. remus, sirius and peter's names were pretty static, not changing all that much over the years.

james’ however, kept growing and developing. it started as the basic: jamey, jamsie, jay.

then one day you called him “babe” as a joke and the blush on his face was too cute to not do it again.

you loved his reactions and used different names wherever the opportunity arose.

“you alright there sweetheart?”

“pumpkin, mind passin’ me my book?”

“how you feelin’ hun?”

“calm down sugar, it’s just a spider.”

“d’you need help with that herbology homework bunny?”

as much as the nicknames made him flustered, james adored them just as he adored you. speaking of which, james’ eyes were still roaming your body, trying to memorise every curve and shape.

he averts his eyes when he realises that he’s been staring for quite a while and looks up, eyes locking with yours. he quickly turns away when he sees that you’ve caught him looking.

laughing slightly at his shy demeanour, you hold your hand out to remus, books on display. “found these in m’bag. believe they're yours.” he takes them from you nodding, “thanks, figured they ended up with you.” you roll your eyes at his response.

“care f'one?” sirius butts in, holding a smoke out to you. you give him a grateful smile and take it from his hands, sitting between james and peter.

you dig through your robe pockets only to discover that your lighter has conveniently disappeared. “dammit.” you mutter.

james then reaches into his pocket, pulling out a lighter. you place the cigarette between your lips as the flame starts to lick at the tip of it. your eyes never leave his as it starts to catch a light.

he puts the lighter back in his pocket as you take a long drag before lowering the cig and lightly blowing the smoke in his direction.

you're delighted when you see a blush appear on his cheeks and decide to give him a wink for good measure. you turn your attention to the rest of the group, 2 of which were too engrossed in a conversation to notice the interaction which just took place. sirius however saw the whole thing and smirks at you, brow raised. you simply return his smirk and shrug one shoulder.

the rest of the ride was spent catching up with them all, sirius and james happily giving you more smokes as time went on. you spent every opportunity available to tease james with endless nicknames.

throughout the trip, you kept seeing him stare at you (and your tits) from the corner of your eye, amusement prominent on your face whenever you'd look at him and he'd become a flustered mess.

the train eventually stops outside hogwarts and you stand, ready to leave. “i'll see you lot at dinner then?” you ask, a chorus of “yeah!” and “definately!” being heard.

you quickly step out and make your way back to your original compartment.

a variety of emotions swirl in your head and you're unable to ignore the most pronounced one: lust. you'd be lying if you said the way james looked at you didn't turn you on.

‘i'm so screwed.’

— — — — — x — — — — —

a few weeks have passed and the tension between you and james has grown tenfold. his countless glances during potions and puppy-like behaviour weren't exactly new. he's been drawn to you for quite a long time, only finding it increasingly harder to stay away.

the way you looked at him made shivers run down his spine. your cocky and sarcastic nature and attitude had him entranced.

ignoring the fact that you were just an inch shorter than him, you held so much dominance over him and he couldn't get enough of it.

you both knew that he would cave soon, willing and ready to do anything you asked. you couldn't be more excited for when that day eventually came.

— — — — — x — — — — —

you're currently sitting in potions, wand twirling in your hand as you listen to slughorn drone on about the different properties of veritaserum.

you can feel james' eyes on you and turn your head ever so slightly to look at him. he quickly looks back down at his notes, his cheeks and ears turning a light pink.

you smile and tilt your head, fully facing him now. “whatcha lookin' at gorgeous?” his pink cheeks turning crimson at your faux innocent tone and shakes his head, still not meeting your gaze. “nothin'...”

you can tell he’s not going to budge anytime soon. over the past weeks you've grown tired of waiting for him to cave and give into his feelings. you silently decide that today is the day you’ll take things into your own hands and make the first move.

you lean closer and gently grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. “oh c'mon bunny. 's not nice to lie now is it?” his mind froze when he heard your words, a light fog clouding over his mind.

“i don't wanna lie… 's jus' embarrassin'…” you smile when he eventually responds, silently thanking merlin that your seats are right in the back corner of the class. “no need to be embarrassed. 's ok.”

you drop his chin and a quiet whine escapes his mouth at the loss of contact. “are you goin' to tell me? hmm? or are you jus' goin' to lie again?” he seems conflicted for a moment before muttering out something which you didn't quite catch.

you smirk at how shy the boy is. “what was that honey?” he takes a deep breath before forcing himself to speak a bit louder. “ 's jus' 'cause you're pretty.”

you can't help but to run your fingers through his curly hair as you softly smile. “there… that wasn't so hard now was it?” you didn't think he could become more flustered than he already was but you were proven wrong as his blush deepens even more and he hides his face in his hands.

“c'mon now. none of that. wanna see your pretty face.” he slowly moved his hands to look at you with wide eyes. “pretty…?” you nod. “you're one of the prettiest people i've ever seen jamsie.” his mouth turns up in a bashful smile.

“wanna skip class? get some air?” you ask and he can see a glint in your eye. not saying anything, he nods.

you manage to get past slughorn with an excuse of you being sick and james escorting you to madam pomfrey.

“sluggy 's way too trustin'.” you laugh as you walk through the corridors and james laughs with you. “you're not complainin' are you?” “godrick no! jus' sayin' 's all.” all the tension that formed whilst in potions seemingly vanished as you headed to your secret place.

you found it in second year and obviously the other marauders found out so you made an agreement that it'd stay between the 5 of you and no one else. you all loved it due to the privacy and the tree which stood in the centre, providing shade and a certain beauty.

it's evolved over the years from a hidden reading spot to a hidden smoking spot. it gave you a perfect opportunity to stay off of any professors' radars.

you finally get there and take a seat, leaning against the tree, james sitting next to you. you pull out your lighter and a pack of smokes, placing one in your mouth as you light it. you take a long drag before releasing, eyes closed and head leaned back.

james' eyes are trained on you and the smoke which escapes your lips. he snaps out of it and reaches into his pocket for his pack.

“bloody hell.” he sighs. you open your eyes and turn to look at him. “what's wrong?” he laughs slightly. “now i'm the one without a lighter.”

you smiled at the glasses wearing idiot. “d'you mind?” he asked. you shake your head, thoughts swirling in your mind. “not at all.”

he places the cigarette in his mouth, expecting you to either hand him the lighter or light it for him. you on the other hand had a different idea.

you leaned forward, your own cigarette in your mouth and his eyes widen, confusion clear as day in them. your lit cig connects with his unlit one, causing his one to start burning. the entire time, your eyes never left his.

his breathing starts to quicken and his cheeks are ablaze yet again. you pull back once his cigarette is completely lit and smirk at the flustered mess of a boy which now sits in front of you. “somethin' wrong babe?” you ask as you exhale a cloud of smoke. you emphasise the ‘babe’, knowing that it always makes him shy.

“no… nothin' wrong. 'm jus' fine…” he refuses to meet your eyes and amusement floods you.

a couple minutes go by and you flick your finished cigarette’s butt away. “d'you wanna go back to classes or jus' skip the res’ of the day?” you ask as you stand. “don't really feel like goin' back.” he admits. you're looking down on him as you smile and you love how he looks so small and innocent as he gazes up at you, waiting to hear what else you have to say.

“well then. my dorm or yours?” his eyes widen at your words. “what?” you quirk a brow, knowing what his assumptions were. “we're ditchin' class. it'd be too obvious if we were to wonder the grounds durin' lesson times love. so, your dorm or mine?”

he shrugs. “I dunno.” you roll your eyes and offer him your hand. “mine it is.”

— — — — — x — — — — —

you're sitting at the desk in your dorm room, cigarette burning in your fingers. you bring it to your lips and take a drag. james is lounging on your bed as black sabbath plays in the background. you look over at him to see that his eyes are closed, a small smile on his face as his foot lazily taps to the beat.

‘merlin he's adorable’

another idea pops into your mind. a way for you to find out more about all the staring and longing glances.

“so jamie, tell me,” you begin. he sits up so that he can see you. “how long have you been attracted to me exactly?” his eyes widen comically as you put the cancer stick between your lips once again.

“what? what are you talkin' 'bout?” he looks down to avoid any eye contact. “y'know what I'm talkin' 'bout. jus' tell me. i swear i won't be mad.” your voice turns teasing near the end.

he shakes his head, seemingly interested in his hands all of a sudden.

you leave the cigarette in the ashtray on your desk. you stand and walk towards him, taking a seat on the bottom of the bed. “james. i asked you a question sweetheart,” his cheeks redden yet again. “and i expect an answer.” he quickly glances at you and his breath hitches in his throat.

you're staring intently in his eyes, a smirk plastered on your face as you watch him. he swallows thickly and manages to get out a quiet, “quite a while now…”

“ 's rude to mumble pretty boy.” he gets a slightly panicked look in his eyes and speaks a bit louder. “i've fancied you f'quite some time now…” you smile and nod slowly. “figured as much.”

before he can ask what you mean, he feels your lips crashing down on his. he moans softly into the kiss and melts under your touch.

heat floods your body as you push him back, lips still connected. you reach between the two of you and lift the bottom of his shirt up, your hands running along the now exposed skin of his abdomen.

“may i?” you ask, referring to his shirt. he quickly nods, a breathy “please!” coming from him.

you practically rip his shirt off him, attacking his neck with kisses and bites. constant whines fall from his parted lips, encouraging you to continue your path down his torso.

you stop just above the waistband of his trousers, hand coming up to tightly grip his clothed upper thigh as your other slowly undoes his belt.

“tell me to stop now ‘f you're not comfortable with this…” you whisper, wanting to make sure that you're not overstepping any boundaries.

“no! no, don't stop…” his voice is desperate as he squeezes his eyes tightly shut.

you pull his trousers and underwear off, leaving him completely nude and smirk at how turned on he is. looking up at him, you see his closed eyes and make your way up his body to hover above him.

“c’mon honey, look at me won’t ya?” he forces his eyes open to look at you. “there you go… ‘s not so bad is it? don’t you wanna see what i’m doin’?” your voice is mocking, wanting nothing more than to turn him into an even more flustered mess.

he doesn't seem to register that you're teasing as he quickly shakes his head. “no, ‘s not bad at all.” you don’t even notice that your hand made its way to his throat to instinctively apply a slight pressure.

his breath hitches and you smirk, you press down a bit harder and the whimper that leaves him is needy and undeniably hot. “fuckin’ hell… needy, are you?” you grin down at him. “mmhm, jus’ f’you…” his words slur as his hand grips your wrist, making you apply more pressure. you chuckle softly and remove your hand from his neck, a high pitched noise escaping his parted mouth.

you grip his hair and his complaints soon stop. “my, my… dirty little boy, aren't you bunny? ‘f you use your words and tell me what you want, maybe i’ll give it to you…” delight fills you as you see him scramble to get his words out.

“wan’ you to use me, wan’ you to mark me and make me yours. wanna be your good boy.” your eyes darken as your hand trails it’s way up to his throat once again.

“yeah? wan’ me to turn you into my personal toy hmm? wanna be my good little slut d’you?” a string of “yes!”s leave his mouth.

the grip on his neck tightens, forcing him to shut up as he looks at you wide-eyed, “oh come now… you say you wanna be a good boy f’me but you can’t even use your goddamn manners.” you scoff.

he shakes his head, “please. please, please, please.” you raise your brow at him, waiting for the boy to say more. he catches on pretty quickly and continues. “please fuck me! wanna be good f’you, wanna be yours… wan’ mommy to make me hers…” the last line is muttered softly but you caught it.

“what was that baby?” you love teasing the poor boy. he looks down shyly “please…” “y’know that’s not what i wanted to hear.” he doesn’t meet your eyes, refusing to repeat what he said. you lean down to his ear and whisper, “what did you say sweetheart? c’mon, tell mommy.”

shivers run down his spine and his cheeks are aflame. you chuckle darkly at him and move your face down to lightly bite his neck. he squirms under you, trying to find any source of friction to relieve himself. you roughly pin his hips down with your own and stop your attacks on his delicate skin.

“please-” you cut him off, tightening your grip on his neck slightly. “you were the one who couldn’t be patient. don’t start complainin’ now.” he looks at you and his lust filled eyes reflect your own. “ ‘m sorry, please jus’ touch me! promise i’ll be good!”

you take pity on the withering boy beneath you and release his throat, slowly running your hand down his body, taking his aching cock into your hand. he moans and immediately whispers a quiet, “thank you, thank you mommy…” you jerk him off agonisingly slow, loving the pleasurable noises he lets out.

not even 5 minutes go by and he’s already begging, “please, please let me cum!” you laugh at the sight, james as bare as the day he was born, rock hard cock in your hand as you get him off, eyes rolling in his head, his hands gripping your bed sheets as he nears his release.

“gonna have to do better than that pumpkin.” he whines at your words. “ ‘m so close, please mommy, please let me cum. wanna cum f’my mommy, wanna cum s’ bad! please, please, please!”

“you wanna be good f’me right?” he frantically nods. “then hold it.” his eyes widen in shock and tears escape his eyes. “i- i can’t! please, don’t wanna be bad!” his breathing quickens as does your hand.

“jus’ hold on a little longer f’me yeah?” you watch in amusement and disappointment as he mutters in frustration, “gonna-! please! i- shit!” he coats your hand and his stomach in his release, pants leaving his lips. you stop your movements and his breathing finally calms down. he opens his eyes to look at you.

“i told you to wait, didn’t i?” “ ‘m sorry mommy, felt too good…” he looks away from your intimidating gaze.

however he quickly looks back at you as your hand starts to move again. a hiss escapes him, “ ‘s too sensitive.” you smile coyly at him. “you should’ve listened to me then.” he lets out a strangled moan as you quicken your hands pace.

“mommy… please…” he breathes, hips now bucking up into you, the pleasure overcoming the pain. “look at you… went from complainin’ to humpin’ my fuckin’ hand.” he whimpers and screws his eyes shut again. you slow your hand down and he immediately opens his eyes to look at you.

“keep your eyes open baby, wanna see how pretty they are.” you lovingly mutter,quickly regaining your speed. he opens his eyes and looks at you. “there you go pretty boy, watch me ok?” he nods and his moans are pornographic as he starts to thrust up into your hand.

“it’s pathetic how desperate you are, y’know that? so fuckin' needy, actin’ like a slut.” the way you went from praising to degrading gave him whiplash but he loved every second of it. he nods at your words, moaning even louder. “yeah? you like that huh? you like bein’ a slut do you? my perfect little fuck toy, whinin' and moanin' f’me like a whore.” your lips are next to his ear, your voice husky. “mommy’s pretty little whore.”

“mommy… gonna fuckin' cum…” you squeeze him slightly. “watch your mouth, y’hear? good boys don’t cuss like that, do they?” he shakes his head. “no, ‘m sorry. won’ happen again…” “good. you wanna cum d’you?” his head bobs up and down quickly, not wanting to disobey you again. “then cum. be a good boy and cum f’me.”

as those words leave your mouth, he cries out as he reaches his second orgasm, “thank you”s constantly leaving him. you keep stroking him as he rides it out, breathy moans leaving him. you stop your movements and the sight below you is gorgeous.

his hairs a mess, sweat and his own release covers his body which has fresh marks blooming on it, his tear-stained face is one of utter bliss and you swear that he’s heaven on earth.

“you did s’good f’me love, ‘m sorry if it was too much.” his eyes meet yours and he smiles, slowly shaking his head. “you didn’t hurt me, loved it all mommy…” “i’m y/n now bubba, not mommy. gonna go run you a bath ok?” he whines as you get off the bed. “i’ll be quick ok?” he sniffs and nods at you.

you enter the bathroom and run him a warm bath, being sure to add extra bubbles. true to your words, you quickly enter your room and walk over to james who is still laying on your bed. he looks up at you, waiting for you to instruct him on what to do.

you place your hand on his cheek, thumb rubbing his soft lips. “c’mon, let’s go get you cleaned up.” you help him get off the bed and he follows you like a lost puppy to the bathroom. “hop in the tub, gonna make sure you’re comfortable.” he smiles shyly at you and steps into the bath, slowly lowering himself in the water and sighing in delight as the warm water eases his tense muscles.

once he’s fully in the bath he remembers something and quickly turns to face you. “what’s wrong?” “you didn’t get anythin’...” you tilt your head in confusion before realising what he meant.

‘the poor baby is upset that he didn’t return the favour… cute’

“i didn’t ask. today was ‘bout you doll, not me.” he looks down in disappointment and shame.

“but still… mommy deserves somethin’ too.” he pouts childishly. you softly caress his face. “ ‘s alright. and remember what i said, ’s y/n now ok?” he nods at your words.

you grab some shampoo. “d’you want me to wash your hair darlin’?” he nods again, manoeuvring his body so that you have a better angle to get to his hair. he hums as your fingers start to rub soothing circles on his scalp.

you finish washing his hair and rinse it. “y/n?” he softly says. you smile slightly. “yes love?” “thank you.” he turns his body so he can see you. “ ‘s my pleasure.” he gives you a cheeky smile. “actually, it was my pleasure.” you laugh heartily at his words and lean forward to give his lips a gentle peck.

you stare at each other in comfortable silence for a moment, savouring the moment. “did i tell you how much i really like you?” he blurts out. “no but i kinda figured it out on my own.” he blushes and you smile lovingly at him.

“did i tell you how much i really like you?” you teasingly smile at him and he rolls his eyes at the fact you copied him but returned the smile nonetheless. “no but i kinda figured it out on my own.”

your eyes travel down his face and to his neck. you smirk as your fingers gently brush over the marks which you gave him. “so pretty…” you mutter in awe. the brunette blushes and leans forward, burying his head in the crook of your neck. you stroke his hair for a while before telling him to sit up.

“c’mon. we gotta get you out.” you help him stand from the tub and wrap a towel around him. you went and grabbed him a pair of comfy pants and a sweater to change into and lay on your bed as james changes.

“ ‘s nice that your clothes fit me.” you sit up and grin at the sight of him in your clothes. “c’mere hun.” james practically jumps into your arms and snuggles into your side.

“love you…”

you lay there in shock, not knowing if you heard him correctly. before you can say anything, the sound of his light snoring fills the room and you smile widely to yourself.

“love you too james…”

soon enough, sleep overcomes you as you and james lay peacefully in each other's embrace.

— — — — — x — — — — —

--end--

[daisys-gard3n]

the daddy issues are loud tonight but please, sfw & nsfw for them sexy jojo dilfs 💅✨(feminine reader pls 💕)

I am reading this ask disrespectfully as my daddy issues activate 😔

Jojo DILFs Headcanons (Female Reader)

Old Joseph

sfw

Now thats what i call a daddy

Ugh grizzly buff men with beards do make me weak

Ngl, you probably started the relationship off as a one-night fling from the bar: but that joestar cock got your running back

He's got this gentlemanly charm and suave to him you've never seen from guys your age, and he's certainly funnier than the men you've dated.

He doesn't have to do much to get you laughing, he loves that big grin on your face when he throws out cheesy jokes

Because he's a father and generally experienced life for more years, you come to him for adult problems: like how to do something on your taxes, how to put money in a 401k, insurances, how to finance, etc.

He's also very gentle with you, his strong muscular arms keep you feeling safe and how he softly dominates you for stupid things like reaching things for you and etc. makes butterflies appear in your stomach

"Here, let me get it. You're too little to reach that." 😩

Or when he teases you.

"What's wrong? Cat's got your tongue, little girl?" "I'm older than most guys, but I have no problem powering through tasks, doll. I’ll show ya." 😩😩

Smells like musky and spicy cologne and that tasty older man smell.

Ngl his kisses taste like whisky and cigars

His beard will tickle you every time he kisses you, and he would laugh when you would.

"My beard bother you that much, darling?" With a deep chuckle.

He'd take you out to high end parties he needs to attend or take you out shopping. He wont say no.

Sometimes gets insecure when you want him to meet your friends or family. "Don't you think they'll find it strange that their daughter is dating someone older than her dad?"

But then he somehow makes friends with your family instantly, singing merrily drunk with your dad and or friends.

Definitely does classic 50s dates: roller skating rinks, drive thru movies and restaurants, share milkshakes together, etc.

Nicknames: Darling, Doll, Hun

Boomer, but he still laughs and plays along when you do younger generation stuff 

Hoo boy, it was award trying to explain to his 20+ year old grandson and 40+ year old daughter, that Joseph was in a relationship with someone significantly younger than him

You can’t see stands, but Joot definitely called out Star Platinum to choke out his grandfather while he tried to use Hermit Purple to get him off

He’ll be more than happy to show you old photos of him in his prime

He’s still hot younger wtf

He’ll show you baby pictures of Holly and Jotaro without a doubt while gushing over it.

You can see some hidden pain in his eyes when he sees an old photo of Caesar and Lisa Lisa, you ask if they were family and he said: “They weren’t the most perfect people and they got on my ass a lot...But they were still my family...I miss ‘em a lot.”

He hides his years of pain with goofy smiles and a snarky attitude, but you’ll crack through the shell where he’ll vulnerable to you.

Having daddy issues with Joseph around? It’s not a problem anymore - this man makes up for the years worth of daddy issues you’ve got with love and support

nsfw

this man FUCKS

The way he puts you flat against the mattress and presses your legs to your chest in the mating press as he shoves his cock into you makes you go stupid

he fucks like he tryna put a baby in you

He likes it when you present all of the cute outfits you bought with the allowance he gives you, the lingerie being the finale as he picks which one he gets to fuck you in at the end.

He’s attracted to scents, so he’ll be crazy attracted and aroused by some fancy perfume you put on as he’ll put his nose to your neck or hair and inhale. 

he does this when in the missionary pose or doggystyle too

His favorite thing to do after a long day of work is take his shoes off, undo his tie, pour himself a glass of whiskey, and beckon you over to fuck yourself on his cock while he sits there and enjoys the show of your tits bouncing in his face and your lewd expression as you sink lower onto his cock.

He likes to tease you in bed just as much as he does out of it:

"Hah? What was that, Doll? My hearing isn't as good as it used to be, you're gonna have to speak louder. Tell me what you want again~"

"You're gonna be a brat with me, kid? How about I show you a lesson."

"The next thing you'll say is: 'Please fuck me harder, Daddy!'."

He still eats pussy like he’s 19 years old

And the way his beard tickles you for extra stimulation as his lips are wrapped around your swollen clit  😩

He’s old-fashion in a way where the man should do most of the work while the woman was the princess: he’ll lift you up and fuck you without you having to move and inch. 

“What kind of man would I be if I couldn’t get my doll off?"

He sometimes tells his secretary that you're coming in to drop off something private in his office, but the truth his he just wanted to press your body against the large glass window in his office and pound into you from behind

Open to kinks, he'll give it a shot so you can be happy - But he is quite the actor so he'll be able to play out your fantasies nicely

Have that metal hand smack ur ass gurl, it gonna hurt but he rubs your ass sweetly for comfort in between

He’s an overachiever, so he’s gonna make you cum the most - prepare to be overstimmed

The type of man to carry your fucked-out body to the tub to clean you up and tuck you into bed 😔

Jotaro (Part 6)

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I blame all of my thirst on this man, the catalyst

Definately already divorced and hella stressed out when you first meet him

You were working as an assistant to one of his colleagues, he wasn't there one day but Joot was, things happen...

Long story short...He fucked you over his desk to get the stress out.

He felt bad that he treated you like an animal, so he offers to take you out to dinner to make it up and he turns out to be quiet the gentleman.

Not good with feelings what so ever, but he shows affection through physical contact and action. - He'll see your shoulders are hurting and he'll offer to rub them, he'll buy you a new thing if you mention your old one broke, he'll get you small trinkets that reminded him of you - very cute

He'll finally be vunerable with you and talk about his ex-wife, his teenaged daughter he never gets to see, and his past trauma in Egypt - you never thought a cool-demeanored man could have so much personal issues he bottled up

You have to pretty much reassure him that you'll be with him no matter what and that it's okay to be weak and to not push you away when he feels emotional.

He has nightmares sometimes, so you'll be there comforting him as he tries to calm down - you can hear him through his shaking breath about "Kakyoin", "Avdol", and "Iggy" through most of his nightmares but sometimes you hear "Polnareff" and "Why didn't you come back?"

Dates include: Park picnics, Aquariums visits (we all know he has an all-season pass), Movie nights, or just having hot drinks and enjoy each other's company with the accompaniment of jazz music.

Doesn't realize he acts like a dad with you sometimes:

"Don't do that, ask me for help next time.", "Don’t be picky, finish that or else.”, “Tired? C’mere, let’s get you to bed.”

ngl you kinda dig it sometimes when big cold buff joot is treating you like a baby but then again you bite back when you’re not in the mood.

Cuddle sessions are lit because you get to lay on top of his large body while he does something else, your human mattress

His kisses taste like cigarette smoke and peppermint.

If at some point you’re still in a relationship with Joot by reconciliation time with Jolyne comes afoot, there’s gonna be a lot of confusion when his daughter finds her dad dating a woman nearly the same age as her. 

Jolyne will deadass ask if her dad was paying her to pretend and that it’s okay to leave right now

Long story short, Jolyne proceeded to repeatedly punch her dad while calling him a creep while he just sort of took it

Not the Kujos/Cujohs literally at each other’s throats for their dating choices while you and Anasui have a pleasant conversation across the table

Daddy issues? He’s got them too, so you two are just a bigger mess of daddy issues.

Doesn’t have terms of endearment for you, he just says your name and that’s the most you get out of him (in public at least)

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This man has two modes: Break Ya Back or Soft and Gentle.

Most of the time he’s in Break Ya Back mode because the man doesn’t know how to take a break for the life of him, so he’s hella pent up

Were you complaining that he didn’t call you anything else other than your name? Well, here’s where he makes it up to you...But not in the way you think.

“You like it when I smack your ass as I pump my cock into your tight little hole, you slut?”, “C’mon, beg to cum, whore.”, “You like teasing me like that, you brat? I’ll return the favor.”

Oh yeah... d e g r a d a t i o n 

You’ve tried to tell him numerous times to manage his time so he wouldn’t be so stressed out or to ask for more vacation days before he blew his top...But you can’t deny how dominating and rougher he got was hot

This man has a lowkey exhibition kink - he might as well have it because of the many times he has pulled you aside into the restroom or into a janitor closet to have almost clothed sex because he couldn’t hold it in anymore

He wouldn’t be into being called Daddy...He’s more of a Sir type of man.

“Back that ass against Sir’s cock...Yeah, fuck yourself on his cock. Such a good little slut.”

He’d be into the positions where he can easily lift your body up and do whatever he wants with it: Full Nelson, against the wall, Cowgirl (but he’s the one controlling you), etc. He loves how small you feel in his grasp and how cute you look in these positions while you moan up a storm

Likes bathtub/swimming pool/hot tub sex too, a great way to unwind.

Has fucked you over his desk messy with papers with his fingers before and will do it again

If you’re being bratty, he’ll shove his cock down your throat to choke on: “Gotta give your mouth somethin’ t’do from all that shit you talk, brat.”

Enjoys a good rough throat fuck, but he won’t do it if you’re not into it.

On Soft and Gentle days, he’s very affectionate. You found it a little bit strange since he’s a bit aloof about PDA, but then his hands wander and you get the message

He kisses all over your face, neck, body, and loves to lead into a deep make out session. His stubble will tickle you and you’ll smell his fresh water-scented cologne + his musk more closely

Will eat you out for days - this man will lift your legs over his shoulders as he goes to down tongue fucking your hole and rubbing your clit, groaning against your sex, and looking up at you with adoring blue eyes as he watches you come undone. 

Tell him none of your boyfriends ever made you orgasm before and he’ll get to work right then and there. 

Will eat ass too fyi

Does more lazy positions on Soft and Gentle days, like spooning, plain ol’ missionary, the lazy version of cowgirl (where you’re doing the work), and etc.

Likes to play with your chest if you fuck yourself on his cock, pinching your nipples and groaning out how good you are for him. 

“Mmm, you’re so fuckin’ tight. I love it, baby.”, “You’re so perfect, fuck, makes me wanna cum in you all the time.”, “There you go, nice and gentle...Tell me if you can’t take it anymore, okay?”

All the praise and head pats when you give him head. 

“Hng, such a good girl...Fuck, right there.”, “You’re so good at this, keep going and I’ll give you a present.”

2 rounds and he’s done - he’ll do the bare minimum of cleaning you off with a towel and leave painkillers on the bedside for tomorrow before he cuddles up to you and sleeps

Soft dom joot and I will die on this hill

DIO

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If only this man was a good father

But in a world where he actually knew he had children - he would do his best (araki confirmed he would be a banging dad to gio if he had known he existed)

Let’s be real, the four spawns of dio would be tired of his narcissism by the time they were grown ups and let him do whatever

In this world before that happens, you would be hired as a babysitter through an ad and you would be greeted by this large, extremely handsome, and very shirtless blonde man at his door. 

He’s very suave and you can’t help but feel attractive to such a charming man, the way his golden stare eyes you down like prey sends shiver down your spine. 

He’s a very well-regarded lawyer and he’s busy with cases, so he needed someone to watch over his sons while he’s gone - he’s thinking that you’ll probably be scared off in a week because of how troublesome his kids are (especially donatello and ungalo), but they’re just in love with you (especially gio and rykiel).

He’s not ashamed to flirt with you openly, such as complimenting you, offering you a glass of some of his vintage wine, offering to take you out to dinner as a kind ‘repayment’ for putting up with his kids, etc.

"My dear, won't you accompany me to the strip mall? I've been meaning to get new shoes, and I'd like to get things for the boys. I'll buy you something nice too for being such a good girl."

You end up tagging along to these small escapades because you strangely can’t say no to him, showing how easily he can win you over

You are falling v e r y hard for him but you're having a dilemma about being so nuch younger than Dio and potentially confusing his young children about you being their new 'mommy'

There is some melodrama, seeing Dio surrounded by much older and classier women than you are, those snide comments about how young you were and how you were just after his money, and so forth. While he sees you with these immature and gross young boys wanting to get in your pants made his blood boil. Good ol' angst and mutual pinning over here.

You catch yourself staring longingly into his eyes and having lingering touches that drove both you and him crazy.

Eventually you had to let it out that you liked him and he liked you in return.

Spoils the hell out of you because he had too much money to deal with. He'll buy you designer clothes, makeup, bags, shoes, even new computers and phones.

He almost thought about buying you a new apartment, but he held back because he knew he was going to move you in later.

Dio was used to being surrounded by uncouth women who were only after his fame and fortune, or just wanted him appearance-wise. But you felt like a real person he can talk to. You didn't blindly agree with him with everything, you had your own opiniond and your own set of ideals that made you fascinating.

He loves to argue with you, even its something stupid. He just loves seeing that passion in your eyes when you give out your reasons why he's wrong.

He also likes it when you're bashful. You look away when you see him shirtless, those cute murmurs of trying to figure out what to say when he gives you gifts, how you wanted to repay him for them with a stutter. It makes him want to coddle and tease you more

Something in his chest rises when he sees his children getting along so well with you. Ungalo and Giorno unapologetically started calling you 'Mommy' with Donatello and Rykiel following suit. It makes him dazed at the thought of you being the new mommy in the family to take care of the children and welcome him home with dinner and a big kiss

Even though he's the one with the words that make you flustered - you can fluster him too by being so cute to him. Like kissing his hand or trying to ask convince him for you to lead. Even making him something homemade, he's trying so hard not to blush and acts stubborn when you call it out.

"I-I'm not blushing, fool! Here, let's get going. This place is filled with cretins."

Dates include fancy dinners, orchestra viewings, reading books together quietly, and being a pseudo fanily with the kids

Very open with showing you attention - he'll brush your hair out of your face and cup your cheek, wrap his strong arms around your body from behind, lean down suddenly to press a kiss on your lips, kissing the back of your hand, etc.

Doesn't care if his kids are watching.

"Daddy, there's no more apple sauce." "D-Dio, stop it, Giogio's watching!" "Hm? Alright, write it down in the shopping list for Daddy." As he continues his actions without a care

You definately had to be the one confronted when the spawns see something their father does.

"(Y/n), why were you wrestling naked with Daddy?" "Why do you have a boo boo (hickey) on your neck?" "I saw daddy spank (Y/n)'s butt!"

"What's your assignment, Dona?" "The sounds I hear at home. I put "Daddy and Mommy jumping on the bed upstairs" and "Mommy praying to god really loudly"."

His kisses taste like wine and he smells like sandalwood and bergamot

Will bite your lips during a kiss, no reason why he just likes doing it

If you two get into a fight, Dio is the one that crawls up to you and cuddles you as he apologizes while moping

Hates that you get along with his brother and his wife, but he's just bitter like that.

"Oh, I'm so happy you found someone to call your own, Dio! I thought you were going to be some old grouchy man in a house by yourself! I'm so proud of you, brother!" "TAKE THAT PRIDE AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS JOJO, AND PUT ME DOWN!"

Yes, he rants about Jonathan (and many others, but mostly Jonathan) to you

And giorno is the first one to stand up for his favorite Uncle Jojo.

You bet your sweet ass theres gonna be a wedding and its very lavish - but you picked out most of the decor and stuff because he let you

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Oof, thats a spicy dad

Within the first month of meeting you: its screwing time

Dio is that nasty person who knew about your developing crush on him (it was kinda obvious tho) and used that to get into your pants

One evening, he had convinced you into watching a movie with him. He brought out wine and set a romantic mood for you to get comfortable.

The wine giving you a little bit of courage, how Dio would nonchalantly place his hand on your thigh or around your shoulder to pull you closer to his broad chest, how his teasing fingers left ghost-like touches on your skin. It was driving you crazy.

By the end of the movie, he acted like nothing happened and casually asked you if you wanted another film. As if you couldn't see the tent forming in his sweat pants.

Not even 3 minutes into the next film and you found your courage to bring Dio into a kiss when his face was close to yours.

In the private movie room, the kids asleep, and the sound-proof walls protecting the two of you: Dio had you melting in his touch, having you sit on his lap and pressing his groin into your sex and having a heavy makeout session with a lot of touching.

His voice groaning in your ear: "God, I've wanted to get my hands on you forever."

He'll press a kiss onto your nipple before sucking on it and eventually biting playfully

Extra teasing with the prep, you gotta take his meat somehow.

He'll lick and playful bite on your clit, moving down into your entrance and start tongue-fucking you as a start. His hands gripping on your waist so hard to keep you from squirming that it might leave bruises

He can go for hours and tediously slow, just eating you out to feel your walls clamp down on his thick tongue and to taste the syrupy liquid as you cum around his tongue.

He does the same with fingering. He'll stuff you up to three fingers, just so you wont die from taking his cock. Sitting you in his lap and whispering obscene things into your ear:

"What a naughty girl, getting her pussy wet for her employer. Do you like it when an older man knows how to make you cum? You're clenching around my fingers so tightly and you're sensitive everywhere else...I hope you're instore for what's to come, my naughty slut."

When you've came around his fingers, he'll make you taste them lovingly. But this also acts like a muffle for when he raises you up and slide you down into his erect cock until your bottomed out.

The way your eyes tear up and how much louder you've gotten just makes him harder as he starts pumping into you.

The way you scratch up his back and grab ahold of him for dear life while those doe eyes are crossed from pleasure makes you look so adorable, it makes him drill into you faster and aching to ruin that adorable innocence.

Lots of hickies everywhere, even in hard to reach places like the back of your legs and such

Of course, he asked you on a proper date after getting his dick wet

He initially just wanted something to do (metaphorically and literally), but he caught the feelings

Something about how dainty and innocent (appearing) you are compared to him just really gets him going. You could do simple things like hold his much larger hand or hug him and he'll probably have a boner

Likes to be serviced (because its Dio) and sits back for the show when you want to give him a blowjob

You can barely get your mouth around him and have to use two hands to pump whatever couldn't fit inside your mouth. He finds it so adorable and could cum at just the sight of it - he'll play with your hair or stroke your head while you service him as he coos praise.

"My sweet little girl, taking me so well with her mouth. If you keep it up, I'll give you a present."

Be wary, he likes the throat fuck. He'll shove his meat down your throat like no tomorrow and he won't hesitate as he grabs you by your head and enjoys your eyes tearing up and your muffled moans vibrating around him

One man bukkakke, just warning you.

If you let him cum down your throat or on your chest/face, he'll probably get instantly hard again.

Hot potent dad nut™️ (iykyk)

Breeding? Hell yeah. He's done it four times already, why not making it five?

Something about you acting like the perfect little house wife for him: greeting him after a long day of work with a kiss and a hot meal with either Rykiel or Ungalo on your hip makes him crazy

Early on into your relationship, he has seriously thought about trapping you with a baby so you couldn't leave him. - The thought of you swollen with his spawn and breasts leaking with milk makes his cock twitch.

You were the one who initially told him to forget about finding a condom and to fuck you, so it's on you technically - have you seen the four different children born from three different mothers already? (technically, two of them died, but whatever).

Affectionately calls you 'mommy':

"I want to fill you full of my cum until you get knocked up. Wouldn't you like that? To be full of my child and to become a mother? Doesn't that sound wonderful, Mommy~?"

Doesn't have prefered names in bed - but he'll play along if you call him Daddy with his Mommy stuff

If there were stands involved - Dio would most likely have you fucked by The World for jack off material (since he can still feel it)

Pregger sex on the way

Dio is a insatiable individual and he doesn't care, he'll raise that kid because he has plenty of money to take care of the both of you

Diavolo

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if only he was a good father, part 2

In this hypothetical universe, Diavolo actually cares for Trish and was devastated when Donatella died

He buried himself in his work so he wouldn't think about his ex-wife, however he's usually away from Trish most of the time because of his refusal to grieve

So he hires you to take care of his daughter full time.

Trish warmed up to you and got excited when you came around, you always played with her and did things a mother would have done to her

Some sad moments where Trish would make off-hand comments about she wished you were her mommy so she can be like her friends or wished you could be her mommy so her dad wouldn't be so sad - so sad, you almost cried from a seven year old's comments

One day, coming in to collect your paycheck, you finally meet your boss face-to-face ( your interview to get the job was conducted by his secretary, so you've actually never seen him irl)

You are immediately intimidated and enamored by the taller man: The way his dark circles sunk underneath his jade green eyes he gave to Trish, his hot magenta and spotted hair done in a loose ponytail, the intricate floral motif tattoos running down his bare arms as he stood there dressed in a tank top and his work slacks, a cigarette dangling from his black-colored lips as he stubbornly tries to light it by a window.

Oh my god, your boss was hot, you're finally having one of those moments.

You were always into more mature men and more alternative men...This fucker hit all of the physical criteria so far.

His voice was gruff and tired, indicated that he either just woke up or just got off work. You hesitantly went over to his beckoning hand he gave you a firm handshake and muttered a half-proper greeting while apologizing for his appearance. "Sorry if I look like a mess...Just got off and needed a smoke.

Trish is excited that her Papa was home and she's running around to show him all the drawings and fun activities you and Trish did while he was at work, to which he just smiles and strokes her hair lovingly as he looks over everything.

He thanks you for doing everything with his daughter when he doesn't have the time and appreciates the effort you go through.

Then: "Papa, can (Y/n) stay over for dinner?"

Trish's puppy eyes and Diavolo's easy give-in into his daughter's demands with a questioning look to you...You were now sitting in their fancy dining room with some Italian dish and a glass of wine next to Trish and Diavolo adjacent.

Cue awkward small talk with an extremely socially awkward buff man

The wine did help ease the nerves and you managed to have a nice conversation with Diavolo, even after Trish excused herself after finishing her meal. Little did ya'll know, you gave her the wrong impression:

"If (Y/n) becomes Papa's new girlfriend, then he won't be sad anymore! And I can have a Mama! We can be a happy family!"

This seven-year-old little girl is trying her damndest to get you and her father together. Constantly demanding that you come along with them on trips to restaurants, shops, and come over often with Diavolo home. Anytime you three were in public, she would immediately run off to 'look at something' when in reality she wanted you and her father to have some alone time.

She was eventually called out by Diavolo and she confessed to her intentions while crying: "I-I'm sorry, Papa! I-I thought you wouldn't be so sad anymore if (Y/n) was your girlfriend! A-And I could have a mommy too!"

Long story short, after Trish was put to bed for a nap after wearing herself out with crying, Diavolo sat you down and apologized for Trish. To make it up to you, he brought out a bottle of wine for the two of you to share...

That liquid courage really did something to you, because once the buzz went through your veins and he was laughing about how silly his daughter was for thinking that you two could start dating after what she pulled...You told him: "I wouldn't mind...I think you're an attractive man."

Silence, suddenly: "You aren't joking, right?"

"No...To be honest, I've always thought you were handsome and had a small crush on you...But I knew we couldn't get together since...Y'know...You're my boss."

"...I feel the same way about you as well."

Over the time Diavolo got to know you, his heart felt like it was lifted from its dark cave. You gave him the butterflies and weightless feeling he thought he could only get from Donatella.

He's scared initially, it still felt to early to let go of Donatella and that you were much younger than he was. Both parties had something to shoulder going into this relationship

Lots of melodrama, it's great. Ends with Diavolo realizing that it wasn't selfish to move on and that he was truly in love with you

Acts like an awkward teenager because he's really only been with the maximum of 2 people before you

He's surprisingly cute, he likes to take you to build-a-bear claiming to get a toy for Trish but insists that he'll pay if you want to get something. Or suggesting going to cute couple-themed cafes.

Ngl it takes like the 3rd date for him to actually kiss you on the lips

Lets be real, you'll probably move in with him and Trish

Once Dia gets comfortable, he'll be more shameless with his affection towards you. Kissing you suddenly, random backhugs, pulling you back into bed, pda in front of Trish (to which she sticks her tongue out in disgust)

Gets jealous pretty easy. If a guy tries to come up and flirt with you, he's right there sending glares in two seconds with an arm around your waist. Then he downplays when he gets jealous. "What? Don't be ridiculous. I just came up to ask you if you wanted something."

He wears alt clothing when he's out of work, so expect matching outfits with the whole fam

terms of endearment: mi Musa (my muse), bambina, bella (beautiful)

Dates include: fancy dinner dates, alt night clubs, shopping, going to the beach (half the time Trish is with you guys, so you cant do anything nasty)

He is the goth dad underneath the umbrella wearing all black and 100 spf sunblock on while Trish is running around in a colorful swimsuit and getting tanner by the second

He can get very worn out with social interaction and responsibilities, so he likes to hug you in complete silence. Recharging mode.

Trish had no problem when the two of you started dating, she immediately told her friends that you were her new mom and that you were gonna live with them. (Diavolo had to come in a lecture her)

Sometimes, his assistant Doppio (the one who originally interviewed you) would come over and you'd get along with him pretty well. Although Diavolo wasn't home most of the time Doppio came around.

"E-Eh?! You're the Boss's girlfriend?! I've been so disrespectfully casual this whole time! Please forgive me!"

His kisses are chaste at first, but they slowly become tender and drag on for a while. You can taste the wine and cigarette smoke on him.

He's terrible about showing affection at first, just let him warm up and he'll be more comfortable with his love language

He can experience doubt and nightmares about Donatella, thinking that you'll leave him like she did so you'll have to reassure him from time to time

Some of the lowest moments you've seen of him is when he's been drinking heavily and he refers you to Donatella. You couldn't help but feel bad, but you felt angry that he was still clinging onto his past for comfort and refusing to move from his dark hole when things got tough when you were right here to comfort him and pull him through.

Lots of arguments involving this ^

He can't stay upset with you, he ends up being the one crawling in bed and apologizing to you while seeking your warmth.

Smells like musky cologne, leather, and a bit like cigarette smoke

He has his dad tendencies with you sometimes: "If you don't stop throwing a fit, I'll have to punish you.", "Don't be picky, good girls get their rewards for finishing everything", "Wanna be in my lap? Here, sit down."

He immediately realizes what he said to you and apologizes...But it sparks something.

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The first time you have sex with him, of course he's going to be more romantic towards you and making sure you have a good time with him. A nice romantic dinner, candles, roses, the whole extra ten miles

Extra caring with body worship, his kisses all over your body and leaving hickies as he praises you throughout the night

the next time won't be so gentle...

in fact, the next time you guys have sex is in the middle of a heated argument...To which you aggressively make out right after.

He'll get quite comfortable with sex pretty quickly, probably because he's walking tension and takes it all out on your pussy

Diavolo isn't stranger to having wild sex, because he'd occasionally stop by a brothel when he's too pent up before meeting you. He'll ask what you like and dislike before proceeding.

He likes choking, especially if you're wearing alt clothes and have a leather spiked collar or some choker with something he can grab and yank you forward with.

Diavolo is no stranger to quickies. When the two of you haven't seen each other and Trish is home, he'll drag you into his bathroom and move some of your clothes to relieve both of your guys' tension while keeping your mouth shut with his lips

He's sweet out of the bedroom and sometimes in when you want a slower night, but he's usually the biggest dirty talker in the world - and calls you a bunch of names for his own pleasure.

"Hm? Like that, you filthy slut? Like the feelin' of my finger shoved so deep in your pussy, filling you nice and full?" "Get on my lap, I won't stop you've counted to thirty." "Troia, tell Daddy how much you love his fat cock stuffing your little pussy full of cum." The fuck did you say, sborra troia? You want attention that bad? Lemme shove my cock down your throat, that'll shut your whining up."

He likes you wearing fishnets or tights because they make your legs and ass look good and he likes ripping them apart to get to it.

Sorta gets off on the fact you're younger than him, asking you if you wanted to fuck your teachers if you were so willing to spread your legs for him

Gets a lot of black lipstick everywhere, be warned.

^ get revenge by giving him a blowjob with black lipstick on, he won't be able to scrub it off

Somnophilia - he comes home pretty late into the night and snuggles up to your side...And now he's fingering you to get you wet enough to slide his erect cock inside

He knows how to pierce, so he'll pierce your nipples or your clit for free if you want him to. Although, don't expect to get it done in one session. He'll be way too distracted with feeling your nipples between his fingers or end up playing with your clit into full on fingering you.

Once you get it done, he'll go for them while pleasuring you. He'll pull on them gently and laugh as you squirm in his lap. "Just checking if they're infected...You've been taking good care of them, mi Musa. They look adorable on you."

Surprise him once in a while, after having a stressful day of work he'll come home to you dressed up in a nice set of lingerie (his preferred style is between black latex and lacey pink) and wait for him on the bed.

"Oh, Mi Musa...You're too kind to me." Rip to your pussy

Would probably eat you out to metal music

He is very horny, there were several times where Trish almost caught ya'll in the act in random places because Diavolo couldn't keep it in his pants

He also gets aroused at the thought of you becoming a mother, swollen with his child and greeting him home with dinner and Trish by your side.

With the breeding kink fueling him, Diavolo will pick up your waist, throw your legs over his shoulders, and start pounding into you s he starts mumbling.

"C'mon and take me, Gattina. I want you so full of my cum, there's no way you won't be knocked up. I want you so fucking pregnant, if you don't get pregnant I'll just fill you up again. I wanna see your belly so big with our kid in there, your tits leaking milk...Fuck, you'll be such a good mommy to Trish and our child, won't you?"

Think it's super hot if you do the naked apron gag, he'll bend you over the counter and fuck you right then and there if you welcome him back nude with just an apron and give him a big kiss like a perfect little housewife

Drunk sex™️ - he's more unhinged with his desires and overstims you to the max without a care as he gets off

His tongue is pierced, so when he eats you out you're gonna feel the extra texture.

He pays for any clothes he rips up, so don't worry about having nothing to wear

Hot goth dad who gets horny for you, hell yeah 10/10

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

One Night| Hunter

Note: Nsfw content,

Warnings: creampies, p in v, facials, squirting, name calling, rough, hair pulling, light choking, smoking 18+ content

Reader: Female

"Thanks again." Y/n thanked the kessel burbon slid to her, sliding credits to Cid, "any more missions?"

"No,those clone boys took the last one I had." Cid spoke, "there won't be any more for a few cycles."

"Clones took my jobs?" Y/n questioned, sipping the hard liquor.

"Yeah! When wrecker through those KT troopers like it was nothing!" Omega cheered as the group walked down into the bar.

"Speak of the devil." Cid spoke, Y/n turning her head.

"Yes Wrecker's strength was acceptionally helpful this mission. Yet Omega's new tracking skills came in handy." Tech spoke.

"And Echo's climbing skills! How do you do that with one hand?!" Omega cheered.

"Pratice." Echo spoke.

Hunter chuckled at Omega's happiness.

"We did good boys-"

He stopped, seeing Y/n casually talking to Cid, sipping on her drink, her hair a mess, a few braids in her short hair making her hair uneven in both long and short length. In baggy black robes a belt tired tigh around her waist. Boots knee high with her baggy pants tucked in. Her eyeliner red and in sharp wings up towards her relaxed brows.

She turned her gaze towards hunter, her eyes a cybernetic white, then her head followed. Her gaze lingering on him as she smiled smally.

"Oh no no no! Watch your eyes dark and broody!" Cid argued, rushing around the counter.

"Don't mind me I'm also looking disrespectfully." Y/n teased getting up from her seat, following behind Cid.

"Uh," Hunter tried to speak, woah was his only thought process, "Your...new."

"Not knew. Just havent seen me before." Y/n smiled, standing next to Cid with a hand on her hip, "names Y/n's and Im presuming you all are the clones that have been taking my jobs?"

"Oh, we are?" Omega looked up at Hunter, who was still at a lost for words.

"What?" Hunter asked looking down at Omega.

Y/n chuckled, walking up to the longer haired male, "Listen, dark and broody, we can be friends. I just want my missions."

She leaned into his face, his face becoming red "Y-yeah..."

"Thanks then." Y/n smiled, his eyes gazing to his banana, "I'll take this as payment for taking my last missions."

With ease she pulled the headband off his head, turning her head half way to talk to Cid she smiled.

"I'll see you late then mom." Y/n chuckled, nudging Hunter as she passed, "Im off to collect some credits Im owed."

"Did she just call Cid Mom?" Wrecker questioned Y/n walking out the bar and up the steps.

"I believe she did." Tech responded.

Hunter was hit in the side with Cid's walking staff, "I'm docking your pay half!"

"What!?" Hunter argued.

"Thats what you get for lookin at my kid like that!" Cid defended, "watch it next time"

"Well if our pay has already been docked. She was quiet pretty. Her eyes especially." Tech repsonded as Hunter nudged him hard.

"Hey-"

"Don't worry, Hunter if you marry her Cid's your new mom!" Wrecker laughed shoving the man.

"I don't even know her!" Hunter argued.

"And that'll never happen!" Cid defended, "now watch it before I dock all your pay! You won't be seeing her again."

"But she took Hunter's bandanna." Omega pointed out, Hunter feeling his head.

"She did?!"

"And I thought Wrecker had it bad for that twilek girl he helped at the market." Echo told.

So there Hunter was, left the whole day with no headband, atleast 3 standard hours he waited, rubbing his head feeling as if he was missing something, well he was missing something.

"Hey! Mom! You'll never guess the load I got this time!" Y/n called out walking down the steps and into the bar, "I beat fifteen of the finest warriors apparently! Yeah right!"

Y/n walked in, gym bag at her side, the boys turning to the girl, stripped down to a tank top and a diffrent set of black pants that were tucked into her boots, a certain red bandana around her thigh.

"Oh you're all still here." She spoke, "I was-"

Hunter stepped infront of her, "I'd like my bandana back."

"Hm? Yeah come on." Y/n spoke, walking around him, "follow me."

"Yeah no sorry- not happening-" Hunter argued grabbing her wrist, "just hand it over."

Y/n ripped her wrist from him, hurting his hand in the process, "well then take it off, its right there."

Hunter kept his gaze away from Y/n's thigh, her ahoulder looking interesting at the momment.

"Well its mine then." Y/n spoke going to walk away but her arm was grabbed, Hunter turning to her as he kept his gaze up, his hands feeling for the band,

She chuckled, "little higher and you'll be at my zipper-"

He sighed looking away as he felt his bandana, his hand reaching around and untying it from her thigh.

"You smell nice." Y/n teased

"I don't see how you're Cid's kid." Hunter commented.

"Not by blood sweetheart." Y/n commented.

There was a chuckle as Hunter turned his head, Tech and Echo going back to there silence Wrecker luckily out and about with Omega. Hunter removed the band finally as Y/n chuckled.

Y/n leaned over, kissing Hunter's cheek as he flushed, "rooms down the hall on your left, we should be lucky my mom's on the upper floors."

Hunter only nodded as Y/n walked away, waving to his two brothers who were playing sabbec at the bar.

Hunter turned around to follow her a few mintues later, "don't be too loud."

Hunter glared at the two but made his leave anyways, following Y/n's instructions. Making it to the last door he knocked the door sliding open as Y/n sat on the floor, a tray in her lap, neon fairy lights on the strung carelessly on the walls and ceiling, weapons littered on the floor, some things hanging on the walls, there was a mess of the bed.

"So you came." She spoke popping whatever she was rolling into a jar, setting it on her nightstand and pushing the tray into the drawer. Standing up zhe grabbed a box of matches, throwing herself into one of the large bean bag chairs, big enough for two people, "lock the door would you?"

He did as asked, "why call me in here?"

"Well...Dark and Broody." Y/n spoke, "sit, come on."

Patting the seat besides her he walked over, "I have a name."

"Okay? Tell me it."

"Hunter."

"Okay Hunter." She spoke, "you seemed tense. So we. Me and you. Are gonna smoke-"

"Smoke? Smoke what-"

"One of these." Y/n spoke holding up the jar, "Kessel herb."

"Spice? Yeah no-"

"No. Herb." Y/n defended, "there's a big difference."

Hunter watched her swish the jar around in front of him, "you pick one for me atleast."

Mentally sighing he did as asked, Pulling out a joint for her she smiled, closing the jar and setting it aside, "atleast this doesn't smell bad, smells like flowers."

Hunter watched her open up the match box, the joint between her lips as she striked the first match, a complete dud, she moved onto the second one, also a dud, by the fourth one Hunter was wondering if she'd ever light the thing.

"Dropped them in water-"

"I can do it." Hunter cut off, Y/n gladly handing him the match box as she leaned over, he striking out on the first match but the second one he got working, the flame bright and prominet despite the red undertone of the lights, leaning over as well he lit the thing easy as pie.

"Thanks."

He watched her take a deep inhale in bowing out through her nose she leaned back, muscles already calming and relaxing.

"Why did you really call me in here."

"I told you to smoke." Y/n spoke, "I know a stressed man when I see one. Shit half the time I am a stressed man."

Hunter watched her take in another puff, "Plus it would ruffle my moms scales."

Hunter chuckled Y/n was right about that much, "yet also wanted to see if you wanted to hook up for a night."

Hunter coughed, not because of the smoke but the abruptness, "I'm sorry?"

"Well I seen you look at me the way you did earlier," she told, "and you're pretty good looking, but you seem to atleast have a good head on your sholders, men I know that look at me usually make a comment right away, you kept them to yourself."

Hunter responded with silence, "it's just a suggestion, an idea." She told him turning to look at him.

Again silence and Y/n contuined to smoke as if it was no problem that he said no, he found it, hot, sexy even. She knew what she wanted and she asked if told no she was okay with that, carrying out through her day.

"Why me?"

"I just explained why, you." Y/n spoke, "its yes or no tense guy."

Hunter shifted, its been a while, he mentally sighed, Y/n returning to smoking casually. Was this a way of teasing? If it was, it was harsh, and it was working. Shifting once more there chlothed and armored touching one another.

Damn, Hunter thought, to have her strong thigh in his hand, his head between her thighs. He looked up seeing Y/n pull the joint away once more, feeling the stare Y/n turned her head

"Wanna try it after all?" Y/n questioned, bringing the joint infront of him, "if not more for me."

Fuck it, the empire rules the galaxy, the republic fell, his brother is trying to kill them, what could he possibly loose from having any fun.

He took it with gloved fingers bringing it to his lips, Y/n watched him take a deep inhale, Y/n impresssed.

"This isnt your first rodeo." She teased.

He leaned in closer to her, if even physically possible, removing the joint from his lips, he pushed closer to Y/n, his lips placed on her's softly, and only for a momment, then pulled away, strings of smoke coming from both there lips now as Hunter's mind felt clear, relaxed.

"Lets do it." Hunter responded, usuing his armor as an ash tray, pressing the ashes to death on his chest plate as the embers died.

"One puffs not gonna get you anywhere." Y/n teased.

"But you will..." he whispered against her lips, pressing furthur once more he kissed her.

The kiss much more passionate than the first, Y/n running her hands through his hair, his bandanna slipping off in the process as she tossed it away.

"Fuck you're so hot..." He whispered into the kiss, Y/n moaning softly, his hands untucking her white tank top from her pants.

"Don't tell Im sharing with someone, thats why you came back all undressed." He teased against her lips, his hands hiking up her t-shirt past her covered breast.

"If sharing means arena fights. Then yes." Y/n teased back causing Hunter to chuckle.

Hunter pulled away, unclapssing his armor as she watched, letting it be tossed to the floor he was stripped down to his blacks. Bitting her lip at the buldge in his blacks, he leaned back into her,kissing her lip's passionately, forcing his tongue into her mouth she groaned, his touange pressing against his as they fought.

The kiss ended in a tie, both pulling away panting, Hunter let his hand's find her bare skin in the mean time, traveling up her adoment and covered breast he found her shirt, pulling away he lifted it over her head and arms. About to kiss her again she stopped him, pulling on the edge of his blacks, she pulled his shirt up, he lifting his arms in the process, his gloves rolling off with his sleeves in the process. Tossing the article of chlothing somewhere random. He removing her black sports bra, he kissed her just above her breast.

She humming in pleasure as he did so, traveling up to her neck, kicking her boots and socks off in the process, her legs tensed squeezing together Hunter had found her sweet spot, the space just above her collar bone, where her muscle was tense.

"H-hunter..." she panted, kissing the side of his head as she let out a soft groan, her head rolling back as her fingers tugged on his hair.

"You drive me crazy doing that..." Hunter whispered against her skin, dragging his kisses down her chest, and to her breast, where he let himself take in one of her soft buds.

"Fuck..." he moaned, his hair being pulled once more.

"Maker you're mouths amazing-" Y/n spoke her legs squeeze together tighter, adding to her pleasure as she groaned.

Switching over to give the second one just as much attention his hand cupped her other breast, squeezing her battle scared flesh softly, his other hand slipping behind her waist band slipping into her panties.

Hunter pulled away from her bud with a intoxicated look, "Your soaked..."

Y/n chuckled, "and you're hard as a rock..."

Pulling his hands away from her, she watched him undo her pants, pulling them down as quick as he could, and with her help of kicking them off they were gone.

Y/n reached for the last of his blacks, pulling them off his hips he pulled at them as well, removing his boxers as well. His chlothes barely releasing his length, Y/n's hand wrapped around the base of his aching cock.

Y/n's face laced with warmth and a teasing smirk she let her thumb rub the strip under the base of his cock, he groaned watching her tease his cock. His hand pulling at her panties she raised her hips to help, and he loosely pulled them down enough to let his hand go between her legs.

His finger's teasing her clit softly as she meweled, "Fucking hell..." she whined softly.

Both messes under each other's touches Y/n picked up a pace, her hand starting to milk his cock as he moaned heavily, body both relaxed and tense he gripped her thigh.

"Easy- now..." Y/n whispered to him, planting a soft kiss on his lips, "Don't wanna finish just in my hand do we?"

Hunter shook his head no, "you better be on something...I'm gonna cum in you till you beg me to stop..." he moaned.

She chuckled, leaning into his ear, "yeah? Am I gonna be sitting in pools of your cum?"

"Fuck yeah you are." He told her, "f-from every fuckin hole, starting with you're mouth."

She was taken back both by comment. He stood up as she looked up at him, his cock in her face, she moved forward, her lips brushing against his cock as she licked his tip, the taste of Pre-Cum now on her touange.

"Salty..." she teased kissing down his shaft, her hand wrapping around his base. Looking up at him his face was flushed, yet still held a determined look of lust in his eye.

Pulling back to the tip of his cock she kissed the tip, opening her mouth she pushed his tip in, her hands resting on his hips.

Fuck does he feel so good down my throat, Y/n thought, her eyes closed as she moaned, bobbing her head almost instantly causing Hunter to groan.

"Easy doll. You don't wanna choke." He teased, watching her bobbing increase he moaned loudly, her pace only increasing, "Maker you know to suck cock- s-shit-"

Y/n pulled away jacking his siliva covered cock off, "H-hunter fill me with your cum please. I wanna be in a pool of your cum."

He covered his mouth, what the fuck., but he wasnt complaining, watching her deep throat him again he groaned, his hips starting to pool back and thrust, and as soon as he knew it he was holding the back of her head, mouth fucking her hard.

"Yeah baby take it all...like a little slut take it all for me." He moaned, " hell- I'm-"

Hunter hit deep inside her mouth, cumming down her throat, mid way pulling out letting the rest coat her face.

"H-hunter!" She meweled, but he covered her mouth, not wanting anyone to hear.

She swallowed his cum, groaning into his hand as he pulled his hand away.

"They can't hear us..." she panted, cum covered her face and mixed with her drool as she tried to catch her breath, "t-the walls are solid concrete..."

"Well then...I suppose I will be making you scream..." he panted as she bit her lip, looking down at her he chuckled.

Face covered in cum, running down her lips and chin, her breast perky, marks already starting to form on her neck, her panties down to her knees as she sat waiting for him, flushed and horny.

"Maker I can not wait to put my cock in that tight pussy of your's." He told her, his thumb holding her chin.

"Then do it. Fuck me till you can't cum no more" she begged, watching him kneel down infront of her, causing him to chuckle.

"I want a taste of you first." He told her.

Pulling her panties off she bit her lip as he grabbed her legs roughly by the back of her knees, spreading them from one another, she shifted in her spot, allowing her legs to spread a bit wider and give him a better veiw. Hunter didn't bother teasing her, her pussy soaked and aching as he dived in, eating at her clit.

"F-fuck Hunter!" She cried, her back arching as she gripped onto his hair immediately.

Y/n was in heaven, Hunter between her legs completely devoring her.

"Baby so sweet..." he moaned into her cunt, licking up every bit of her fluid he could, shoving his touange deep inside her.

"Oh- maker! Fuck me! Please fuck me!" She begged, his fingers joining his touange deep inside her, as an incoherent mewel escaped her lips, his fingers thrusting deep inside her.

"Come on baby..squirt for me i wanna taste it." He whispered against her cunt.

"H-holy shit!" Y/n exclaimed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, eating her raw her back arched and her legs squeezed together but he pulled away, spanking her on the back of the thigh.

"Do that again and I'll stop eating you out and fuck you until you're raw." Hunter deamnded, she nodded mindlessly, as he went back to devoring her.

Her pussy pulsating as he shoved his touange deep insider her, his fingers competing for space.

"H-hunter..." she whined, feeling like she was to snap, "H-Hunter- Hunter! Hunter!"

She squirted into his mouth, her legs squeezing together in pleasure.

"F-fuck!" She moaned, back arching as her legs shook, "F-fuck,"

He pulled away from her, flicking her clit with his fingers intesifiying her orgaism. Moaning loudly she watched him getting up to his knees he leaned over her grabbing her face.

"I told you if you closed your legs again I'd fuck you until your raw." He argued as Y/n blushed deeply.

"I'm sorry sir..." she apologized, pussy still pulsating, still completely soaked with a mix of her own cum and his siliva.

"What did you call me?"

"S-sorry daddy." She apologized.

"Atleast you know your place."

Holy fuck, where did this Hunter come from? Not that she knew Hunter at all, but it was still a shock to see the 'dark and broody' man become such a sex addict that liked to be called daddy.

"You either call me daddy or sarge," he demanded grabbing her chin, "understand?"

She nodded in response.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes daddy."

"Good girl..." he praised, "the better you are the more cum you'll get, understand?"

"Yes daddy."

He spred her legs open again, his knees resting on the bean bag below her as he lined himself up with her soaked entrence. Pushing his tip in her she moaned loudly, her feet resting on his hips, he chuckled, grabbing her hips tightly he shoved himself in her fully.

"F-fuck!" She cried out, "Oh maker yes!"

He started beating into her without warning, she crying out in pleasure as her body shook.

"D-daddy so rough! Oh-yes!" She shouted.

"Touch yourself While I fuck you," he demanded, her hand hand reaching between her legs,rubbing her clit while he fucked her senseless, "Good girl, looks like someone wants to be filled with cum."

She moaned nodding her head in the process as he beating balls deep into her, hearing his cum filled balls slapping against her soaked skin.

"F-fuck daddy please!" She begged, one of his hands finding the back of her hair as he gripped it, arching her over.

"Please what baby girl? Come on. Tell daddy what you want."

"P-please cum in me!" She cried drooling in pleasure, he groaned her tight pussy walls clenching around him, "H-Hunter!"

Moaning heavily he gripped her hair tighter, her free hand gripping his forearm as she bit her lip. The feeling built up in her stomach.

"Y-yeah! D-daddy! Daddy make me cum!" She begged, he watched her come unraveled, beating into her roughly her back arched, toes curling as she moaned loudly, soaking his cock as she squirted onto him, he pulled out of her, rubbing her clit intesifiying her orgaism.

"Oh- Shit!" She cried, the quicker he rubbing her clit more she squirted, slipping back into her he delievered a few hard thrust as she cried out, pulling out once more her orgaism intense as she held her legs open.

"Fuck daddy!" She cried.

"Come on baby let it all out." He praised, slipping into her again and fucking her roughly for a few more thrust, pulling out once more as she squirted the last she could.

"H-hunter- Hunter!"

"Shh baby. Shh." He spoke leaning kissing her roughly she kissed back, pulling away he looked down at her, "You still need my cum in you huh baby?"

"Mhmm, yes please." She begged.

"Good girl." He praised, kissing her sloppily as she groaned.

Pulling away she held onto his arm as he pushed his way back into her, causing her to mewel out his name.

"What a perfect little pussy." He told her, starting to thrust into her, his hand rest at the side of her throat as his thumb pulled her chin down, she wore a curled smile with a deep blush, her pupils dialted wide and pupils seemingly in the shape of hearts.

"H-hunter...daddy..." she meweled.

He grunted down a groan, feeling himself starting to become unraveled, "pussys still tight for me,fuck-"

His gripp tightned around her neck, causing her to choke slightly, as his thrust became sloppy, becoming increasingly rougher as her moans grew louder once more. Loosing rythem he pulled his hand away from her neck, his hands gripping her hips for leverage as he pulled them against his thrust, groaning loudly he still beat into her harshly, his cock pulsating in her. She begged for him to creampie her, her hands finding his hair as she tugged and pulled.

"Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck!" He groaned, "Oh! OH!"

He shoved himself deep inside of her keeping her steady as her back arched, his own body arching into her's as he released a massive load of cum into her.

"Oh! Fuck yeah!" He groaned, completely loosing control, contuining his rough thrust.

"H-hunter! Hunter! Holy shit!" She cried out.

"Fuck Im cumming again!"

"H-hunter! Fuck!" A second smaller load was shot into her, filling her womb with his hot seed as he held her hips tight, rocking into her steadily as to make sure he stuffed her. He panted heavily, his ears seemingly ringing as he looked down at her.

Her mouth agape as she breathed heavily, her breast rising and falling with heavy pants.

"Good girl..." Hunter praised, slolwy pulling out of her, Y/n letting out the last of her soft moans.

He panted heavily, his hands spreading her legs as she ended up holding her legs open by her inner thighs, Hunter watches the thick cum leaked out of her, cum covering her pussy folds.

"Good girl." Hunter praised, a few of his fingers scooping up some of the cum as she opened her mouth, letting it sloppily leak from Hunter's hand to her mouth and face, "Now, turn over on all fours, Im not done with you yet."

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summary: sora sets you up on a blind date, and the night ends up being an enjoyable, pleasant surprise. pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, kinda toxic friendship

Five minutes. Ten minutes. Then fifteen minutes. Then twenty-five. The waitress has come by twice already, giving you a look of sympathy when you sigh and give up on waiting.

He’s not coming, you realize with a sigh. You check your phone for any messages from him for the millionth time in ten minutes, only to see that you have no notifications waiting to be opened.

So you were really stood up. But maybe something came up? An emergency, maybe? You give him the benefit of the doubt until he has the opportunity to explain himself. But truly, you’re already over the excitement of a first date. A blind first date. You’re already over daydreaming over the potential of him.

Instead, your heart aches over the rejection. Perhaps there was no emergency. Perhaps it was you.

You leave the restaurant in a hurry, tipping the waitress despite not ordering anything except for a glass of water (that you hadn’t even finished). You leave before you can spiral through your thoughts in such a public place, knowing that tears are already pricking at the back of your eyes.

You walk aimlessly through the familiar streets of the city with blurry eyes. It was silly of you to get your hopes up over the mere idea of possibility. You had enough self-respect to know that he had done you so wrong, but it still didn’t soothe the hurt.

You never put yourself out there, not really. But when you do, this is what happens. You get stood up. It doesn’t help that the man you actually wanted to go on a date with had pulled away from you a little bit in the last few days.

This is just a distraction. From your own sad, frustrated heart. Frustration of yourself, mainly, for not really going after what you truly want.

Such is life. In a few hours, you’ll be okay. You know you’ll get over it soon. But for now, you just want to wallow in your self-deprecating thoughts.

Wallowing in your self-deprecating thoughts led you to a bar with dim lights and only a few patrons in it. It also led you into having exactly two shots and two drinks, resulting in your present tipsy state.

You’re alone and you could drop your head to the bartop and just cry and cry and cry. In some corner of your mind, you knew this was a bad idea.

Truly, it was not one of your best ideas.

You contemplate calling a friend to come pick you up, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You don’t want to talk to anyone. Or so you’ve convinced yourself.

Even the bartender looks at you like you’re pathetic. Maybe you are.

You start to cry despite your best efforts to hold it in, vaguely aware that your perfectly done mascara is streaking down your face in dark rivulets. The bartender looks alarmed and asks if there is anyone you can call.

You’re about to sob again and say no, there’s nobody. In your narrow mind, there is nobody, nobody who wants you-

But then your phone rings. And it’s Jungkook.

“H-hello,” You mumble, hoping your voice sounds more sober than you actually are.

“Why’d you pick up? Aren’t you on a date?” Jungkook asks, something teasing with an undercurrent of concern in his tone.

“I mean, I was…” You reply, desperately focusing your gaze on the edge of the bartop. As if that’ll keep your voice from breaking.

“No second date? He couldn’t get it up? Bet the guy couldn’t tell his head from his ass, huh-”

“He didn’t show up, Jungkook,” You say sharply, having possibly the first moment of clarity you’ve had all night, “He didn’t fucking show up, he didn’t text or call me, and now I’m drinking at a bar by myself.”

There’s a pause and then a dry laugh that pulls a watery laugh from you, too.

“Well, why didn’t you say so? Where are you? Let’s get drunk together then, baby.”

“Y’know what,” You slur, “I don’ care! I don’ give a sing- singular fuck-” You hiccup and glare at Jungkook, who is sitting next to you with amused eyes, not nearly as drunk as you are.

“Okay, party animal. Is that so?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow and pushes your glass of water closer to you.

He’s so close to you that you can smell his cologne and feel his warmth radiating through his leather jacket. His piercings glint with the dim light of the bar, but he looks as ethereal and demonic as ever.

You think his eyes flash red for a minute. You must be really drunk.

“Hell yeah,” You mutter, “Fuck that guy. Nobody ever wants what ‘m selling a-and I even waxed for this-”

Jungkook knows you’re good and drunk because you hardly ever open yourself up like this. At least in front of him. He’s never seen you so open, not even with your own mutual friends. It’s nice to see you with your guard down.

He wants what you’re selling, but that’s a conversation for later.

“Why didn’t you call Sora?” Jungkook asks bluntly, “Your annoying as fuck best friend would’ve come to pick you up, right?”

After all, she was the one who masterminded this entire disaster. Even if he was pouting over the fact that you were going on a date with someone who wasn’t him, he’s more concerned over the fact that you hadn’t even wanted to go. And yet, you still went because of some weird obligation you felt you owed Sora and this stranger.

It makes Jungkook’s chest burn.

Your face immediately falls and you take a large sip of your water, “She’s not around. She went to her parent’s place for the weekend.”

“Yoongi? Hoseok?” Jungkook sighs, “Who else would you fuckin’ call, baby?”

“You called,” You say quietly, looking up at him with swirling soft, dark eyes, “Besides, I just wanted to... sulk for a bit.”

Jungkook hates when you look at him like that. As if he has the answers to the entire universe, to the meaning of life. It makes him feel vulnerable, like you’re staring directly into his heart. He doesn’t know how Yunho could ever have stood you up- when you’d probably look at him the same way.

He doesn’t know how Yunho could ever have stood you up, when you look so pretty. Clearly, you had dressed up for the loser- your eyes bright and pretty against your makeup, your dark green blouse neatly tucked into your dark wash jeans and your oversized coat sitting pretty on your shoulders. Your lips are painted red and pulled into a pretty pout as you chew on your bottom lip. Thin, gold chains sit around your neck.

It annoys him. Annoys him that some asshole stood you up. Annoys him that some asshole hurt your feelings enough for you to find a friend in alcohol this way. Annoys him that your lips are about to bleed-

“Stop that,” Jungkook scolds lightly. You look at him in confusion and before you can say anything, he gently pulls your bottom lip out of the enamel cage of your teeth. Your breath hitches at his touch, heart immediately accelerating. “You’ll make your lips fuckin’ bleed. Is that what you want?”

Instead of answering, you take a swig of your water and avoid his intense gaze. Jungkook has always somewhat intimidated you, from when you had first met him (barely as acquaintances, when Hoseok had cheerily introduced you both) to now.

It’s not the piercings, the all black and the tattoos visible on his knuckles, his forearms, and the peek of ink on his neck. It’s his entire presence- he’s always felt so larger than life to you that he overwhelms you sometimes. Drives you to the point of silence, like now.

You’ve always been a little envious of him through the years (even from just being friends with him on the periphery) if you’re being completely honest. If he wants something, he just goes and gets it. And then there’s you- deliberating and contemplating every possible outcome before ultimately (likely) convincing yourself out of whatever it is. Especially if it proves to be an inconvenience to anyone around you.

“Who was the fucker anyway?” Jungkook asks abruptly, tearing you from your train of thought.

“Huh?”

“The asshole who made you cry,” Jungkook says breezily.

“Oh, uh. Yunho, he’s a friend of a friend of Sora’s,” You croak weakly with a feeble smile, “But it’s okay, I mean, I’m sure there’s a reason-”

“Don’t do that,” Jungkook hisses, eyes flashing once more at you, “Don’t make excuses for an asshole treating you disrespectfully. You can say he’s an asshole, you can tell him to fuck off. Did you even want to go?”

“I-I don’t know,” You say with wide eyes and a nod, “He’s an asshole and he can fuck all the way off, so far off that his head gets stuck up his ass-”

Jungkook lets out an airy chuckle, a smile that fills up his entire face and it makes your heart skip a beat. “Good girl,” Jungkook mutters, shuffling a little closer to you, “And if I ever see him around, I’ll kick his ass, baby. Don’t worry about a damn thing.

“Besides,” Jungkook nearly purrs, his tattooed hand dangerously close to your thigh but his fingers float upwards to dance over your chin, “You’re brilliant and pretty. It’s his loss. I don’t think you really wanted to see him anyway.”

You wish you could have said something suave to match his dark, balmy charm, but instead you just choke on your water and Jungkook laughs at you.

Jungkook’s only fatal flaw (in his humble opinion, at least) is that he’ll never say no or that he’ll never back down from a challenge. Much less a challenge from you.

Which is exactly why, about an hour later, he’s three shots and two drinks deep into an impromptu drink-off that you’ve challenged him to. The apples of his cheeks are flushed and your laughs are wild and uninhibited.

Your words are slurred, questions and answers spilling off of your tongue in a drunken haze. But you look so happy, you sound so much happier than you did when he had called you. Your cheeks ache from how much you smile and drunkenly giggle around him, and he always wants to see you like this.

Jungkook can recognize that much even through his own drunkenness. Your eyes are crinkled in mirth at something he’s said (he’s probably making fun of you), hands playfully shoving his shoulder.

He catches your hand easily- he’s tempted to thread his fingers through yours, if only to see the flustered look on your face and to see your reaction. What Jungkook wants, he gets.

So he pushes his fingers between the small spaces of yours, watching carefully for your soft gasp and the widening of your dark eyes. He grins at you, before pulling his hand away. It’s like a shock to the system, as if you’ve been doused with cold water.

“Whattsa matter?” Jungkook teases but you only level him with a glare.

“Don’t hold my hand,” You say sternly (as sternly as you can while being absolutely intoxicated) with furrowed brows, “If you don’t mean it, don’t hold my hand.”

“And who said I didn’t mean it, pretty girl?”

You hide your face from him yet again by taking another hearty swig of your drink, trying to ignore the burning in your face. You quickly change the topic, shifting a few inches further from him to create space.

Jungkook only laughs at how easy it is to fluster you.

Jungkook keeps his arm tight around your shoulders as you both walk through the now thinning streets of the city. It’s not as crowded as it was a few hours ago, but you’re clumsy and drunk.

He’s wary of people’s gazes on him and on you. You don’t seem to notice it, but he does. Jungkook always does- people are so quick to judge. Can’t seem to mind their own business.

But it doesn’t bother him, especially not when you feel as warm as you do against him.

You’re rambling about something- he doesn’t think he’s ever heard you speak this much ever- when you nearly trip on a misaligned edge of the sidewalk. But Jungkook catches you with a strong arm around your waist and scoffs at you.

“So fucking clumsy,” He rolls his eyes and you ignore him.

“You gonna tell Sora that her date was a dickhead with a micropenis,” Jungkook asks bluntly. You laugh (really, it sounds like a snort).

“That’s mean,” You mutter, “I can’t confirm or deny that claim. I guess I’ll text her later tonight…”

The truth was, Jungkook knew of Yunho. He was all stiff suits, slicked back hair, polite, prim and proper with a disgusting self-satisfied smirk that seemed to always be on his irritating face. The kind of guy with a five, ten, fifteen year plan. Probably a trust fund baby with retirement funds already squared away. Every single small thing planned out, right down to the detail with no room for veering off of the path.

It makes Jungkook question Sora’s agenda when it comes to you. Can your supposed best friend not know you to this degree?

Everything that makes Jungkook roll his eyes. Initially, he would’ve thought that that was your type. The kind of person that checks all of the boxes on paper. But he’s beginning to realize that maybe he doesn’t know you as well as he thought.

Why would Sora set you up with someone who stood you up?

If he had been quietly seething when he heard from Hoseok and Yoongi that Sora had set this date doomed to fail up for you, that was his business. Jimin and Taehyung took pity on him (after a few minutes of making fun of him), and had suggested he call you. He almost felt like Sora was doing this to spite him- ever since she caught him checking you out all those months ago, she’s had it out for him.

God, he hates her. Hates her judgemental eyes, the way she sticks her nose where she doesn’t belong. The way she makes you feel so small and manipulates you into her own bidding, and you don’t even realize it. He wishes you would.

All Jungkook knows is that he likes your smile, he likes hearing the intonations of your voice, and he likes the way your legs look in that one skirt he had seen you wear when he had seen you with Yoongi and Hoseok.

All he knows is that he likes you the most like this- your guard down, your eyes wide and shining at him. He can pretend that your eyes shine for him, for now.

After all, as Sora had so eloquently screamed at him- you’d never go for a guy like him. So he’s content with this.

But you surprise him when you gently ask him to come upstairs to your apartment once he walks you home. You tell him that it’s late, that he’s welcome to stay the night on your couch if he wants to.

(You nervously stammer a few times and scratch the back of your neck bashfully, but the offer is there.)

In the end, Jungkook declines, not wanting to cross a line with you that hardly exists. You tilt your head to the side in confusion with a slight pout but nod in understanding.

“Then wait here until your Uber arrives,” You say, handing him a glass of water.

So he does, toeing his shoes off as you welcome him inside. If Jungkook notices your nerves (you genuinely can’t remember the last time you had a man who wasn’t Yoongi or Hobi in your apartment), he says nothing. But he notices your not so sly glances his way, lingering on his eyes, his arms, his thighs.

Jungkook smirks to himself- he thinks your best friend knows nothing about you and what kind of person you would be into.

“Nice place,” Jungkook nods, glancing around your cozy condo.

“Thanks, I guess,” You roll your eyes and gesture for him to sit on the couch. Every inch of your apartment that he can see is covered by little notes of you in the mix of pastel and dark colors- the throw pillows, the coffee table, the television stand, the small record player that sits in the corner of your living room.

“Maybe you’ll invite me over, some other time, huh?” Jungkook murmurs. He thumbs your cheek and it takes every ounce of you to meet his hooded eyes. Your breath hitches, the sound loud in your ears, as you lean into the heat of his thumb.

“Jungkook,” You mumble, “Thank you. For hanging out with me after a shitty evening. I… I had fun.”

“I had fun, too,” Jungkook says honestly. You’re a little mesmerized by the shine and sparkle of his eyes. “We should do it again sometime, baby.”

With that, he leaves- just as he sees the flabbergasted expression on your face. It’s one he’s become accustomed to as of late. When you wave your fingers at him to say goodbye, he shoots you a wink and a smirk.

To his surprise, you blow him a kiss before closing the door in a hurry.

tags: @kookdbean @codeinebelle

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[sunatooru]

Inspired by Doja Cat’s unofficial song ‘Generous’ that I was suppose to write in January...

Sakusa always gave you what you wanted. His precious doll, who was always by his side and always obedient. But he would sometimes feel like he didn’t deserve you or your love. And today, you were feeling generous in showing that he does.

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Warning: 18+ content, smut, f!reader x timeskip!Sakusa, cock worship, giving blowjob, mention ‘daddy’, face fucking and cum swallowing

~

You wait for him to walk through the bedroom door, ready for his reaction when he sees you in his favourite lingerie. He widens his eyes seeing your thighs open, your pretty slit on show, as your arms rest behind you

“Welcome home, ‘Omi” you slowly squeeze close you legs, hips swaying as you walk up to him.

“I’ve been thinking about you..” you rest your hand on his chest, slowly running in up and down his torso.

“...and I want to make you feel good.” You tug his head down to whisper in his ear.

His eyes are glued on the way your tits are spilling out the tight bra, your voice like caramel making him inhale deeply.

“Can I?” How can he say no, when you asked so kindly?

He grins and pulls you onto his body, his back hitting the door as you stare at his lips before pushing yours against them. He grips the side of your face, tongue battling yours before he wraps your thigh around his hips to carry you to bed. You rub your hip into his, slowly grinding against his growing cock, his hold on you tightening when you moan in his mouth.

You pull away and slide down his body, lightly pushing him onto the foot of the bed. You wrap a finger around his hair, tugging it to kiss down his neck, sucking and pulling at the skin, smirking when his Adam’s apple bobs harshly.

“I’ll give you whatever you want.” You state, hands carefully undressing him as you kiss every inch of exposed skin.

Your nails lightly scratch over his nipples, tongue licking the lines of his perfectly cultivated abs.

“You deserve it” you mutter, sucking and bruising his hip, head getting lower until your chin touches his bulge.

You swipe your tongue along the clothed erection, fingering slipping under the waistband as you pull it down. He hisses as his cock spring free, one hand holding him up from behind, whilst the other comes down to caress your cheek.

“Mm going to give daddy a treat?” He pushes his thumb past your lips, grinning when your tongue welcomes him.

“Go ahead, sweetheart, make me feel good.” He pulls his thumb out, using your spit to coat his swollen tip.

You wrap your hand around his base, slowly dragging it up, tongue following behind until you get to the tip. You pepper kisses all over his length, nose buried between his balls as you give them a quick suck.

“Such a pretty cock.” You gather your spit and pour it down his cock, lips encased around his girth. You tease the tip with your tongue, swirling around his slit and then pushing yourself further down. You start bobbing, his hand guiding your head as he enters deeper and deeper into your mouth. You go faster, pushing more of him inside and clenching your throat when he hits the back. He jerks his hips forward, the harshness making you choke as tears start to fall down your face.

“Fuck..” he lifts his hips to match your pace, his grip on you tightening as your throat closes in as your struggle to breathe.

Your eyes start to blur, the image of him biting his lip with his head thrown back, motivating you to continue. It’s messy and rough, dribble spilling down your jaw as you fuck him with your slobbery mouth. You gag around him, eyes peering at him as you let him hold your head in place for him to use you. You faintly see his abs tensing, your tears and spit soaking his skin, the disgusting feeling has him fucking your face harsher.

He’s so close. Your hot cheeks clamps around him that he flipping you over, towers over you as your head hits the side of the mattress. The new angle enables him to bury himself fully. Hips thrusting sharply as he reaches his high.

“Fuck...yeah baby take me like a good girl” he grunts, hips jerky up as he cums with a growl.

He pulls out swiftly. Cock bouncing as you struggle to deal with his load, bits of it getting splattered as you cough. He snarls at that. He brings a sturdy finger to lift your face up, hand squishing your cheeks as he narrows his eyes at you.

“What a filthy mess.” He forces your gaze onto his cum you disrespectfully didn’t swallow.

“Lick it off the floor.” He commands, pushing the back of your neck lower, watching you obey him.

[sunlightxing]

Show Me Some Respect

After working for years as a secretary to General Hux aboard the ship, the Finalizer, life could not have been better for you.

That was until Hux informed you that Commander Kylo Ren would be joining you on that ship. Almost immediately, you both resent each other, but after being forced to spend more alone time with him, you begin to wonder, what's so bad about him after all?

Tags on A03 Include:

-Force Choking (Star Wars)

-Fluff and Smut

-Face-Fucking

-Not How the Force is Used

-Armitage Hux Needs a Hug

-Kylo Ren is an asshole

-Y/N Makes Poor Choices

-Praise Kink

-Choking

-Cum-Eating

-Orgasm Delay/Denial

-Sexual Tension

-Sexual Abuse

-Y/N Goes Through A Lot

-Murder

-Possessive Kylo Ren

-Protective Armitage Hux

-Kylo and Hux Get Along Maybe Twice

Chapter 1: Do As He Says

A dread filled morning takes you by suspense when your boss, General Hux, riddles you with nothing but fear for your first encounter with the menacing, Commander Kylo Ren.

A/N: Hello to readers here on tumblr. I’m a little new to posting original work (especially writing) on here so bear with me as I figure it all out! I hope you enjoy my first ever Kylo Ren X Reader story (I dont use y/n cause I don’t like it, my deepest apologies)

Why’d you leave us?

A faint voice called out to you in the distance, so soft and silky, daintily whispering to you. Despite the initial faintness, it slowly began to get closer and closer, its volume ever increasing.

Your eyes fluttered open, but the bright sun blinded them, causing you to seal them shut once more. Eventually, they adjusted to the light, and you opened them to see so many large, and bare trees stretching towards the sky above you. White speckles, snow, were falling all around you, some flakes even landing on your nose.

It felt oddly peaceful, the soft moss around you feeling more comfortable than your own bed. It encased around you, smothering you with warmth and comfort. You kept your eyes shut, and felt yourself seconds from falling asleep on the slightly snow-covered ground. For just a moment, your reopened your eyes, getting one more view of your surrounding before drifting off. But then, to your horror, you saw that the ground next to you was completely covered in blood.

Your eyes widened in fear as you jolted away from your spot on the ground, and pushed yourself up against a nearby tree. The voice in the distance was coming closer towards you, and kept roaring louder and louder. The blood on the ground began to expand, seeping through the moss at an alarming rate. It surrounded the entire area around you, except directly where you were sitting.

As you glanced back up at the sky, the snow, which had now transformed into an icy hail, had begun to take on an even stranger form. In its image, flashes of their faces blew past you, and with it, followed the sound of their screams and cries. Pleading for help, for you to save them. The smell of burning wood wafted into your nostrils, and that voice in the distance was still growing louder. You knew that soon, it would be upon you.

"Wake up, wake up. Please fucking wake up!"

In a jolt of cold sweats, you gasped back to reality, frantically scanning the area around you to make sure it was safe.

"Just a dream, it was just a dream."

Your breath was sporadic, leaving you a panting and anxious mess as you pulled yourself out of bed. Even the smallest movement caused a massive amount of pain surge to through your head.

"I can't take another one of those nightmares." You thought, grabbing the glass of water from your nightstand. You looked over at your clock groggily, and your heart sank upon seeing that you had overslept, giving you little to no time to prepare for the day.

The shower water was freezing when you initially turned it on, per usual. It always felt embarrassing to have to stand outside the door, completely nude, occasionally dangling your finger under the water to see if it had heated up yet.

Over 3 years ago you began working as a secretary to General Hux, and though there was a monstrous amount of glitz and glam thought to come with such a job, it couldn't have been more painfully annoying.

Sure, Hux was somewhat kind and caring towards you, but every other person you pitifully encountered treated you like shit. They'd throw their fits when you wouldn't deliver their papers, shine their boots, tasks they very easily could've done themselves, but simply refused. It wasn't the most difficult job in the world, despite the constant hazing. However, their was a shocking increase in secretaries amongst the First Order. It was most definitely due to the jobs incredible bore-ability, and the fact whoever was placed in such a position would be treated like garbage by everyone they encountered.

You rushed through your shower, only using the time to wash your hair and then yourself. The steam from the hot water had fogged your mirror, which made it hard for you to see your hair when putting it up into two long french braids. You pulled a few strands out in the front, trying to look somewhat nice since your uniform sure didn't help. It was a shapeless, olive green suit, with baggy pants, and thick, heavy boots. The hat that came along with it also wasn't very flattering, but it wasn't like anyone saw you other than your crewmates, and General Hux.

You took another swig from your cup of water as you stared out your glass window and into the infinite galaxy. Your brain decided to alert you of how Hux would be ridiculously pissed off if you were late, as today was one of the days you dreaded most of all since you began working on the Finalizer. The ship would be making its way back to Starkiller base, and you were anything but excited for that.

Several technicians raced by you, heading off to fix some malfunction in the interior of the ship. You always looked at them and wondered if they enjoyed their jobs here, or if, just like you, it was a love-hate relationship.

You entered the control room, staring the other programmers and pilots plugging away at their stations. Though they didn't technically fly the Finalizer, their work was incredibly important. You liked to think yours was important as well, but in reality, it was pointless. Technically, you were Huxs' right hand. As a result, he told you practically anything and everything. So it was more like you were a glorified therapist that followed him around like a lost pet.

"Cadet," a voice said behind you. General Hux was standing at the entrance to the control room, looking a lot more frazzled than usual. "Will you walk with me for a moment?"

You nodded, following closely behind him. Unlike usual, you decided to keep your mouth shut, hoping he would start to explain why he looked so disheveled and unnerved, but he didn't say a word. It was becoming harder to not acknowledge how his body trembled intensely with ever step he took.

"General, if I may ask, is everything alright?" You questioned sweetly, trying not to sound disrespectfully intrusive.

Hux let out a heavy sigh, stopping for a moment to rest against a nearby wall. "I am, not alright," he panted, his voice shaking more than his body was. "When we arrive at Starkiller base, you're going to have to meet The Commander, and I already know you two will not get along."

Your face recoiled as you began to dig into the back of your mind. "Did he mean Commander Ren? That stubborn brute?" You laughed to yourself, while Hux was seconds from engaging in a panic attack.

"This is no laughing matter cadet!" He hollered, his voice nearly cracking at every syllable.

You let out a long sigh. "Hux, I can deal with Kylo Ren. He doesn't scare me at all."

"He should scare you," Hux stated plainly. "My last secretary, before you. He made one simple mistake, and Ren saw to it that the poor boy was eradicated."

Your eyes grew wide with fear, darting away from his gaze so he couldn't see the horror on your face. Hux said it plain as day, if you made so much as one, small mistake, Commander Ren would personally see to it that you were eradicated as well.

Hux groaned. "We both work for the same Supreme Leader, which means I have to work with him." His breathing patterns began to grow more heavy and frantic, and his face flushed with a vibrant red.

You tried to calm him down, as you knew the ship couldn't make the entire flight back without his orders. The two of you had gotten rather close, and you had a lot of respect for him. He'd come in some days looking like he'd seen a ghost, and you wouldn't have been shocked if he had. If the Commander managed to make Hux, your boss, that anxious, you knew this couldn't be good.

After what seemed like seconds, you had arrived at your destination. Just the sight of Starkiller base sent shivers down your spine.

Sure, you'd been their plenty of times, but you never had to willingly interact with the Commander before. In fact, you'd never so much as seen the smallest fragment of his figure. Which would make his reveal all the more terrifying.

As you approached the landing bay, the large metal doors began to open to allow your entrance in. Hux came up behind you, his posture had been perfected, and all expression on his face had been wiped. He looked like a whole new man, and you weren't sure that if you wanted to get on the Commander's good side, you'd have to become a whole new woman.

"The Commander would like us both to meet with him in his quarters before he joins us onboard." Hux said, his voice shaking. You nodded as you took one more look at the hull of the control room, not sure if it was your last.

The pair of you made your way from the control room, to the landing bay. A small craft would take you from the Finalizer to the bay on Starkiller, but you wanted nothing more than just to stay put. There were ways where you could completely avoid the Commander for the entire duration he was here, you hoped. You would just have to hide in a waste bucket every time he came near Hux, and that didn't seem so bad. You groaned, glancing over at Hux as the cruiser landed rather dramatically at the center of the bay.

“Hux, he’s going to hate me, isn’t he?”

He sighed, placing an awkward arm on your shoulder, his attempt at comfort. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

As the pair of you walked down the long hallways of the Starkiller base, it felt as if you were walking to your doom. Which, in reality you probably were. Two stormtroopers had been sent to escort you from the ship to Commander Rens' quarters. They didn't say a word the entire trip to said quarters, despite Hux's several attempts.

Eventually, the four of you arrived at what you presumed to be the Commander's meeting room. The two troopers walked up to the door, placing a loud knock on it to signal their arrival, and then stationed themselves on either side of it. Hux took in a deep breath as he began typing into a small keypad attached to the entrance, and then, the door was open.

"Commander, my apologies on us being later than normal." Hux said, walking through the doorway to the meeting room.

"Oh Gods."

Commander Ren looked like nothing you had expected, though you couldn't really see all of him. He was tall, absolutely massive, his muscles practicality protruding from his sleeves. But his face, you couldn't see so much as an outline of that. Covering it was a thick, solid metal mask, breathing canal and all. He was a true Vader knock off.

He slowly turned around, a feeling of pure rage wafting off of him. For a brief moment, you were certain he was seconds from smashing Huxs' head in, but then he stopped dead in his tracks. His head titled from Huxs' body to your own. Though you couldn't see his facial expression underneath that mask, you new it was one of disgust.

"Who are you?" He asked, gesturing in your direction. You arched your eyebrows in confusion, could he not tell just by simply looking at your uniform?

"No answer?" Commander Ren scoffed.

"I'm his secretary, Commander," you stated, gesturing in Huxs' direction, "didn't you request my presence here? "

He shook his head, placing a hand on the front of that intimidating facial shield. The movement made it look as if he was gaining a headache from your small amount of talking. "This is who you had replace the old one?" Commander Ren hissed, "have you no shame, Hux?"

"Ren, she is very talented in her work and a fantastic secretary," Hux responded, glancing over in your direction. "She has made a fantastic replacement." You smiled, happy to know Hux would still show you some form of kindness around the Commander.

"Hux," Commander Ren stated, "I'll trust your judgment here." He approached Hux slowly, giving him ample time to make your poor General tremble in fear. The Commander stopped inches from his face, his mask nearly touching the tip of Huxs' nose.

"If she makes so much as one mistake, she's gone."

Your face recoiled in disgust. "Well, what the fuck?" You thought to yourself. Did he actually doubt your abilities that much? Or was this all some sort of twisted test of your competence?

The Commander darted his head around, glaring at you in rage. Your body went completely stiff as his masked gaze penetrated your mind. A trill of pain surged through your temples, like something was digging around in your brain for any scrap of information. "That language of hers will not be tolerated either." He spat, looking back at Hux.

"My what? The hell is he talking about? I have yet to swear!" Your brain was spiraling out of control, and that trill of energy still surged throughout your brain.

His ego was disgustingly immense, not to mention he was a delusional idiot. The fool was making up down right lies about you, and to wait gain? He was already addressing Hux in such a disrespectful manner, he didn't need to take it out on you as well. But what even gave him the right to talk down to Hux in such a manner? He wasn't in any better of a position to lead than the General was, not to mention the fact that Hux was a lot easier to deal with, and a lot less moronic.

Commander Ren stood in place, his body shaking violently with rage. Huxs' body was also shaking, but his was out of fear. This was the first time you'd ever seen Hux so threatened by anyone. Usually, he presented such a mass amount of authority and dictation. But here, he was nothing more than a coward.

The Commander gave you an over-the-shoulder glance, and in that moment, you felt time stop. The world around you faded into black. Now, only you and him were in that room, and fear and panic began to rapidly set in. Your body had turned chillingly cold, and air escaped you.

A flash of light hit your eyes, his leather glove reflecting off the overhead chandelier. Before you could get a warning out, he slammed his fist into the wall next to Huxs' head. His curled hand punctured the metal frame, sending hundreds of small electrical sparks flying, leaving bare and broken wires in its wake.

"You teach her to show me some respect, or I will" Commander Ren hissed, his clenched fist now inches from Huxs' face.

Hux folded onto the metal floor, panting uncontrollably as the Commander hovered menacingly above him. You stood gazing at the pair of them, completely motionless, gulping down the fear that was now lodged in your throat. Your pupils shook in horror at what you had just seen, how absolutely horrid your new ship companion was.

Commander Ren glared at you, watching as every inch of your body trembled at his presence. He scoffed, storming out of the room with a prompt slam of the door, the sheer force alone causing you to jump. You looked back at Hux, whose forehead was drenched in sweat, and a slight tremor was visible on his hands. Carefully, as not to frighten him more, you reached down for his hand, an effort to help guide him up off of the floor.

"General..." You pleaded, wrapping your hand around his own as you began to lift. Hux shook you away, pulling himself off of the ground, trying not to show weakness. It was obvious that he was embarrassed of your viewing of his encounter with Commander Ren, but he shouldn't have been. All that quarrel showed was the fact Commander Ren was a prissy little bitch, and tyrant.

Hux dusted off his long coat, and smoothed back his red hair to its original, kept manner. He bit his lip, holding himself back from lashing out against anything the Commander had just done. You hoped he would do it anyway, give you some sort of hint that he too hated Commander Rens guts. But instead, he stared intensely at the door, his eyes becoming bloodshot with rage.

"If you want to make it out of here alive," Hux gulped, "you must to do as he says."

You scoffed in disbelief. "Hux you cannot possibly believe that," you cried. "He isn't as high and mighty as he claims to b-"

Hux slammed his hand over your mouth, his bare fingers tracing over the lining of your lips. His eyes stared painfully into your own, showing so much fear and uncertainty. "I told you to do as he says!" He hollered, the veins in his neck protruding from his already rose colored flesh. Hux removed his hand from over your mouth, and with another brush of his cape, he was gone out the doorway too, much less dramatically than the Commander.

You turned around, looking at the meeting room remorsefully. Your life had just flipped completely upside down, and you know now that you had no say in anything that would happen to it. Hux obviously wasn't going to be any help in standing up against Commander Rens' tyranny, so it looked like you were on your own.

And you hated being on your own.

You walked back to the ship with shane covering your entire body. Every person who passed by you, whether it was a technician or a stormtrooper, seemed to be mocking you. While that wasn't at all the case, Commander Rens' doubt of your capabilities made it seem like everyone else doubted them as well.

As you turned a corner, so flustered and furious you didn't even know what planet you were on, another secretary slammed into you, spilling an incredibly hot and sticky liquid all over your uniform. "Oh my Gods, I am so sorry!" The girl whimpered, reaching for a cloth towel at her side to try and help dry you off.

You clenched your jaw tightly, worried all your rage might come flying out at her. She looked to be so incredibly overworked and stressed, just like you were about to be. You wondered if she had ever dealt with Commander Ren, or maybe her own General was just as terrible as he was, though you doubted that was humanly possible. You hated to admit it as much as the next person, but the treatment of secretaries, especially those that were female, could not have been more horrendous. Every one you had encountered had a horror story, or was currently living through one. Thankfully, your first job was with someone like Hux, a lot more patient and caring than any other. Thoughts crossed your mind of how awful your life would've been if your first job was to Commander Ren. Just the idea alone sent shivers down your spine.

The girl finally finished drying off the excess with a little help from you, but your clothes were soaked with whatever fluid she dumped onto you. Her eyes slowly began to swell up with tears as she stared at your ruined uniform.

"Hey," you said, taking her hand in your own. “There’s no need to cry. I'll go clean it myself, and it'll be good as new, don't worry."

She sniffled, reaching her other hand up to wipe the tears off of her face. Never could you have managed to snap at that girl, because you knew exactly what kind of suffering she was going through, as you had just dealt with the worst of it all. The girl hugged you in gratitude before scurrying back to wherever she came from, getting a replacement for the drink she had dropped. You took in a deep breath as you dreadfully looked down at your tarnished gown. Starkiller base was not somewhere you were familiar with, so finding a washroom was going to be far greater task than it should have been.

For what seemed like hours, you scanned each and every room across the vastness of the ship, hoping to finally find an area for you to clean off your soiled uniform. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched a stormtrooper exit a room with a fully washed, black undergarment, and you knew you had finally found your sought for destination. Rushing into the room, you hoped no one else would be inside, so you could quickly rip off your uniform and wash it without anyone seeing you in nothing but a bra and underwear.

Thankfully, no one was inside the washroom, giving you ample time to strip practically nude, and lock the door behind you as to not allow anyone to barge in.

Staring blankly at the machine that scrubbed and cleansed your attire, the chill of the empty room you sat in was beginning to sting your bare skin, your hair sticking up and goosebumps forming across every inch of it.

The process could not have taken any longer, but finally, it was washed, and ready to be moved to the next machine for drying. Minutes passed by as you sat in the cold and ever darkening room, rubbing up against the warm drying machine periodically as to not die of hypothermia.

"For God's sake, can you just hurry up!" You cried, slamming your foot against the machine, hoping that would throw it into a faster gear.

It did no good, the machine kept carrying on at its slow pace, causing nothing but agony and frustration on your part. You groaned, flopping back into the chair you had been sitting in, only for it to crumble into a hundred tiny pieces as you flopped yourself onto it.

"Mother fucker!" You groaned, lifting yourself off of the cold, metal floor. A bruise was clearly about to form upon your ass after that downfall.

"Language, cadet. That mouth will get you nowhere."

You spun around quickly, leaving your bra-covered breasts completely exposed to the eyes of Commander Ren, who now stood perfectly centered at the entrance of the washroom, the door closed behind him. Your eyes jolted to the lock that was now unfastened on the doorway, yet upon making eye contact, it clicked back into a locked position. Looking down, you noticed Commander Rens' finger was out of place from the rest of his clenched fist, and though at first you had no idea how he managed to weasel his way in here, now you did.

"The force?" You questioned in the back of your mind, watching the pointer finger retreat back to its clenched position.

His head tilted down, obviously showing his gaze had shifted from your eyes, to your almost fully naked body. You covered as much of yourself as you could, feeling completely flustered that so much of you was exposed to his eyes.

"What?" You asked. "Planning on insulting me again? Just get out."

"You're hung up on that?" He questioned, letting a small chuckle escape his throat. "I could have said so much worse."

You rolled your eyes at him, now hoping to make him so angry he would storm out like he did before. "Good for you, Commander. I'm sure you could've."

Silence reigned in the room longer than you would've preferred it to. You had hoped he would make some ridiculous, insulting statement so you could fire back at it, but he was silent.

"Do you mind?" You questioned, tilting your head towards the doorway so he could take the hint to leave.

"The ship was supposed to depart exactly 17 seconds ago," he remarked, keeping his gaze on your chest area, "Hux was going to be sent after you, if I didn't choose to."

You curled your lip sarcastically, letting out a small laugh along with it. "Well thank you so much for that, sir," you said sarcastically, again, gesturing towards the door in hopes that he would leave.

There was a long pause, giving you time to reflect on what he had just said. He would've had no knowledge your uniform had been soiled, tarnished by that poor girls dropped beverage.

So how the fuck did he know you were here?

He stood motionless. The only noise he exuded was the almost asthmatic breathing sounds from his mask. "Finish whatever task this is." Commander Ren instructed, finally moving his gaze away from your body.

He turned to the doorway, giving you a final glance before opening the door, and exiting the room. You stared at the metal frame in disbelief, the fact the Commander had just seen you in arguably your most venerable state was horrifying and embarrassing.

A slight movement on the door caught your attention, as the knob shifted back to its locked position. "Jeez, how kind of him," you scolded, turning back to the dryer that had finally finished its job, of course, right after the Commander had left.

After unlocking the door to the washroom, adorning your freshly cleaned uniform, you sprinted down the halls towards the bay. Thankfully, there wasn't a line of people standing outside the washroom waiting to use it themselves. For if they had seen the Commander in there with you, things would have just gotten so much more complicated.

You marched down the halls, now thinking about how ridiculously awkward your next several months of encounters with the Commander would be, now that your second meeting with him was when you were practically naked.

“Gods. This day cannot get any worse."

[shesawriter39049]

|UNWRAP ME| M|

Pairing : Jimin X Reader (Ft a lil Tae)

“There’s a bow on my panties because my ass is a present!”

About- Honestly, you were just trying to prep gift bags for your company’s holiday party! But Jimins stressed, and needs a little brain reset sooo….I guess we’re prepping gift bags later!

Or- The company has quite a few deadlines to hit before you guys close for the holiday! Jimin’s in charge of talent and everybody’s fucking up…but in your line of work it’s a domino affect! So if his crew falls behind ultimately everybody’s behind! Hints Jimin’s stress and frustration....

WC: Sneak peek (1k)

WARNINGS: (FULL THING): Teasing, light edging, dirty talk, top/bottom OC, top/power bottom Jimin, hand restraints, unprotected sex, over stimulation, fingering (F receiving), biting/marking kink, VERY light degration kink (he playfully calls her a “little bitch/slut” once) light come play, light spanking

FINAL NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….

*Pierced Jimin/Red haired “Dope” Era Jimin meets 2020 Jimin!?

*Also it should go without being said but Jimin, IS Westernized, he’s from LA in this ffs!

*In true Rocki fashion I decided to do holidy prompts late af & did not finish in time for the main Holiday but w/e! Note, there is some backstory here bc this was set to be the 1st of 3 holiday prompts!** ___________________________________________________

Sunday, December 14TH, 4PM 

“Alright, so you wanna hear some bullshit?!”

K, well that’s apparently Jimin, musing around a mouth full of fries! I love how no one even bothers to knock, give notice they just show the fuck up! Whenever...

Cute.

I swear it sounds like your running a damn liquor store because there’s an obnoxious amount of bells and mistletoe hanging above the door almost acting as a doorbell at this point. Just casually Fa-la-laing together, echoing throughout your entire apartment every damn time the door opens! Honestly, your slowly regretting giving Jin and Tae free reign with decorations because that shits annoying as all hell!

Gaze still focused on your original task, not even looking in his direction “Don’t trip over the-“ There's a loud thud, followed by an obscene groan, accompanied by an even louder “Fuckkk!” Which solidified he did in fact trip over the ....

“....Box with Jin’s other Christmas tree in it ...” The words kinda died off your tongue at this point because well, clearly the warning did not fare well! “If anything’s broken I’m totally snitching just so we’re clear” Sassing over a half empty glass of spiked eggnog.

Now that you’ve finally looked at him, you find yourself hiding a smirk behind your cocktail as well! The boy is fine, you’d give him that! Looking like a model off duty, in his low cut white v, neck hidden beneath a distressed leather jacket! Topping off the look with a pair of chunky combats and disrespectfully tight dark wash denim jeans! I swear they damn near looked painted on, aviators resting on the bridge of his nose! Gucci backpack slung over his shoulder, Starbucks in one hand, and some brown bag full of grease in the other! Jimin recently went back red, looking dangerously close to the same 18 year old you met, at UCLA almost years ago now!  Just a boujier version, it’s like this Jimin’s from Calabasas instead of the Bay! Though your down for both options if we’re being real!

Not that Jimin’s not equally as good of company as well, you were honestly just expecting Tae! The two of you were starting to put together the gift bags for next week's holiday party! Hints the hot ass mess all over the floor of your living room, it’s a disgusting pile of shopping bags and boxes! Everything from Amazon to Saks Fifth, at this point you aren’t even sure where the fuck your floor starts or ends! One thing you do know for damn sure is Hobi’s going to have an aneurysm If he sees it! Sooo, hopefully Tae shows up sooner than later...

It’s become a tradition, or at least since the companies been profitable enough to do so! First off, you’re love language has always been a combination of “Gifts” and “Acts of service, so shit like this is essentially second nature!

However, quality time has slowly slipped its way into the mix over the past couple of years as well! Especially considering it’s almost a luxury for the seven of you at this point but you try not to complain! I mean Namjoon and yourself just did an interview last week for Forbes 30 under 30 for fucks sake! But anyway, like I was originally saying this little party is your way of trying to give your staff a combination of all 3 said love languages!

Above everything else you all work your asses off well, aware this is far from a 9-5, yet they give you their best constantly! Yeah, it was built on the backs of you and your boys but it wouldn’t be were it is now without everyone else! So, with that being said the schedule is as follows! 

1.Bust ass and hit all of your year end deadlines by December 22nd. 

2.The holiday party is on the 23rd...

3. Thennnnnn....after that the companies closed until the 2nd of January! 

Well kinda, if we’re being real the 7 of you never fully stop working, but you damn sure plan to try! I guess it’s the beauty and the curse of having damn near everything accessible on your phone! I swear this morning Joon was washing your back whilst you read him the latest profit/loss update from Jin soooo......that’s that!

Everyone else however....off duty with pay!

Which brings us back to the original task at hand before Jimin showed up,prepping the gift bags that get handed out at said holiday party! The invite list is pretty exclusive honestly,outside of your staff, and there plus one, the other guests are typically the immediate crew/ talent used throughout the year on various productions! Oh, there’s also special little packages mailed out to a couple of the company's sponsors as well! So all together were looking at at least 100 gift bags give or take! Of course at this stage you guys go all out but that’s not what it’s about! It’s legitimately the thought that counts!

Little gestures like this just remind people that you care,that they’re on your mind even if they aren’t currently doing you a favor! That’s what sets Onyx apart, all the little things you do without even thinking about it! Coffee, donuts, catering on set for long shoots,or even the little kits Jimin brings with him to set for the models! Fully stocked with soothing cream, heating pads, the full nine! It’s actually sad how much of a rarity it is in your line of work! 

Obviously, it goes without saying that those types of gestures aren’t feasible for everyone....However there’s companies worth more than you that do amples less!

But anyway back to Jimin and Tae! As I mentioned when the door originally opened you were expecting a mop of silver locks as opposed to red! Baby boy ran out to pick up the custom gift bags from this Indie vendor in WeHo. Hint’s why you were expecting Tae instead, now, why Jimins here I have no damn idea! Clearly we’re about to find out and apparently it’s “Some Bullshit!”

Honestly outside of checking his OOTD you didn't truly look at him. Far too busy propped on top of your oversized dining room table sorting through a manusery of  “Thank you” cards!

Eyes flicking to the left ever so slightly as you hear him shuffle closer “I-yeah sure what bullsh-wait are you eating my DoorDash?!”

It’s the way you constantly have to remind yourself that jail will not be like Orange is in the new black! Because I swear you damn near chucked this martini glass at that fire engine red dome of his!

Jimin just shrugs, a little nonchalant and unenthusiastic, almost as if he’s inconvenienced actually...

“Mmm, depends on perspective” He deadass just stuffed two more fires in his mouth! You're literally going to strangle him! It’s borderline painful how hard  your jaw tick, eyes narrowed in his direction!

Brows arched so damn high your gonna end up needing Botox from the permanent crease embedding within your skin. “Perspect-your literally eating-“

Holding a solitary finger in your direction “Tae just text me and said look at your phone and text him back...with like, a million pouty faces. Also, different note, who changed the decorations I placed on the mantle?! “

Jimin’s hand is now resting on his hip, legitimately angry about these damn decorations! I think his neck even did a couple rolls in the process, and I’m willing to bet,before he leaves they will be swapped out again!

A frustrated groan attempts to leave your throat  though it goes unacknowledged as your lacking any ounce or bite! Far too fond of both of your boys to truly be agitated at the moment! Actually that’s a lie, you high key wanna punch Jimin but it’s fine ....

“That, would be Jin, he said they clashed with the table decor” Pointing to all of the gold, and maroon colored decorations donning the marble coffee table “So, if your pissed go curse him out because I could give less than a damn! Now where the fuck is my phoneeee”

Hopping off the table causing your oversized UCLA Alum hoodie to hike over your ass. Said ass is covered or barely covered considering your cheeky, red, ruffle little panties are in fact assless! A cute little bow perched right on top of your tailbone, as if to direct the eye where to go….

Jimin is now choking on stolen fires and yeah there’s a smirk on your face as you grab your phone!

Mmmmhmmmm...and to think, maybe if he wasn’t being such a brat you’d let him unwrap one of his gifts a little early!

“Baby now he’s calling meeee” Anddddd he’s whining, wiggling his phone like it’s on fire! Ya know, moments like these in fact remind you that Tae and Jimin are the youngest!

“Oh for fucks sake!” Huffing in his direction snatching the phone and bag of Five Guys away in the process!

“Yes baby?” It’s actually terrifying how quickly your tone, and entire demeanor just switched! Somewhat reminiscent to how you’d see a mom scold one child then baby talk another all in the same breath! 

Jimin without a doubt noticed too, lip jutting out in a pout and no matter how many times you roll your eyes you still find yourself leaning forward kissing it right off! He moans into it and you Instantly taste the tangy seasoning from your fries, especially once he tries to swipe his tongue past the seam of your lips. The feeling of that tiny piece of metal playing in his mouth almost distracted you, but alas...the notion immediately reminds you why you were irked to begin with! Without even thinking you lean back into nipping at his bottom lip, though...this is Jimin we’re dealing with here! So whatever you thought you’d achieve is now dead, because a needy little whine just rustled in the back of his throat 

Speaking of love languages,there’s another called “Physical Touch” which has the words Jimin Park written all over it. So with that being said you really should’ve already been prepared for whatever’s about to unfold.

It’s subconscious at this point, head dropping down to the crook of your neck, nosing up a vein like a neglected puppy! Squeezing your waist hard enough to damn near engrave his thumb print in against your hip bones! Well, clearly he doesn’t want you going anywhere anytime soon!   

So what do you do instead? Place the bag of food on the bar, hold the phone in one hand and bring the other up to play in his freshly dyed locks! I swear this man is a second away from purring so maybe he’s not a puppy after all. Suddenly his ring clanned fingers trickle down your spine heading south, flexing his palm to squeeze down around the swell of your ass! Shifting you forward so your chest to chest...

So, here you are trying to cater to both of your boys at once...lord help you!

“No, of course I wasn’t ignoring you, I was just busy-yes Tae. You wanna put what in a what,Now?”

~~~~~

Hiii, as I mentioned above this was kinda last minute, I wrote out prompts on the 21st, then adult life kicked in. I actually had my own little office Christmas party to plan (Nothing on this scale obviously because well, we know the way the real world is rn) However because of that I couldn’t truly work on this until the 24th. However it’s been a long time since I wrote/wanted to write so I opted to just post it anyway! Hopefully the full thing will be up by the 28th at the latest.

I have also attached the overall masterlist for this AU!

7 DEEP 

[wherevermyway]

i just want my sweater back | bang chan | smut | oneshot

pairing: established!bang chan x female!reader rating: explicit! 18+ warnings: sexual content (including soft dom!reader, whiny sub!bang chan), profanity, some degradation, chan has a scent kink and a thing for feet, talk of exhibitionism, talk of masturbation. someone also says “i l*ve you,” ew. dumb note: i was wine-drunk when i came up with this so i can’t guarantee it’s any good but it’s thirsty asf, oop - word count: 2,149 also on AO3 here recommended tracks: often by the weeknd, skin by rihanna for: @skzctnightnight​ since we were talking about subby chan. love you. ♥

it was simple, really: your boyfriend, bang chan, wanted his sweater back. sure, he wanted it back because it smelled like you, but he still wanted it back. why he really wanted it back wasn’t really important.

“Baby,” Chan whined, lightly tugging on the pullstrings of the hoodie you were wearing. “Can you please just give it back to me? You can have a different one of mine. I just want my sweater back.”

You shook your head a couple of times, honestly loving watching him unravel as he begged and pleaded for you to return his well-worn black sweater. “It’s warm and I wanna keep wearing it. It’s January, baby. This is my favourite sweater, too.” In his defence, you did have it for about a week straight at this point, deliberately wearing it every single day, because you knew.

Deep down inside, you knew he secretly wanted it for nefarious purposes. Whenever he stopped by to visit you, you would always find a suspicious amount of worn clothing missing from your laundry basket. Miraculously, you always managed to find them in his dirty clothes pile back in his dorm, conspicuous new stains somehow appearing every time before he had washed them.

“Yeah, it’s January, which means I’m cold, too,” you mockingly whine back at him. “What am I gonna do when you take the best sweater anyone could ask for? Freeze?“ You weren’t actually bothered by his request, but you did like making him squirm a little bit.

Chan groans, tilting his head back. “Baby,” he whines. You loved watching him unravel at the smallest things. He took in a long, calculated breath and brought his head back down to give you a pleading stare. “Pretty please.”

Those were the magic words that you knew he wanted you to proceed with reckless abandon, unless he uttered a safeword. “So,” you say, reaching in your pocket as you pull out a pair of your worn panties that you found in his laundry basket earlier, “are you gonna admit the truth? You want your sweater back so you can make it filthy because you love the way I smell? Make it filthy like my stolen panties?”

He blinks a couple of times, trying to act natural, like you hadn’t caught him in the act. Syllables sputter from his mouth, but he can’t quite make them string together in his favour. He shakes his head side to side nervously.

“Lock the door and return to me on your knees,” you confidently say, as you sit up on his bed. Chan takes in a deep breath, turning on his heel to lock his door. He then returns in front of you, timidly taking his assumed position, tucking his wrists behind his back, looking down at the floor.

“Are you going to be a good little slut?” You lean down, lifting his chin to look up towards you. “Are you going to be honest and admit to me why you really wanted your sweater back?”

Chan’s eyes look up to yours for a brief moment before returning to the ground. “I’m sorry, mistress,” he whines, biting his lip back.

“What is it, baby?” You croon with a sickly sweet tone, waiting for him to confess his sins to you. “Are you embarrassed?”

Chan sucks back a quick breath and closes his eyes in shame. “I love the way you smell, mistress, especially after a long week like this.”

“Is that so?” A devious smile comes up on your face. “What does my naughty little slut do when he steals his mistress’ well-worn clothing and has it to himself?”

The man in front of you uncomfortably whines, shifting around awkwardly and allowing for the arousal between his legs to settle for a moment. “I use your clothes,” he mewls with no real answer.

“That’s a terrible answer,” you say, pressing your clothed foot up against his erection, eliciting a soft, but needy gasp from the man beneath you. Chan shudders and curls into himself a bit. “You know it, too, so you’d best be honest before I’m forced to punish you.”

The truth was, Chan loved it when you pushed him around like this. He loved it when the two of you would have little quickie sessions around the dorm. Nearly every time the two of you snuck around the house for a quick fuck, you would slide your panties off and press them to his lips, using them as a makeshift gag. He knew that if any of the other guys saw him in such compromising positions, nobody would take him seriously again, and something about that caused his heart to pump faster.

There was a time where Minho almost caught both of you in the studio. You had been leaning up against the console table and Chan was peering up your skirt, staring at your exposed skin. Your foot was up against Chan’s crotch, panties crumpled up in your hand, as the door opened. You made a quick movement, readjusting yourself to just look like you were leaning against the panel, giving Chan a firm scolding for working so hard and for so long.

“I’mjust looking for a flash drive, don’t mind me,” Minho awkwardly stated as he grabbed something off of the coffee table behind Chan. He made a pointed effort not to look at either of you, but he did have a smirk on his face before he darted back out through the front door.

“Oh my god,” Chan whined, bending forward, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “I thought he was gonna catch us and I was gonna lose it.” He sighed, keeping his palms behind his back. “Mistress, I’m so close, I’m gonna fucking come,” he had whined. “Please, please, please,” he whimpered and opened his mouth as he waited for you to shove your panties into the open space.

It had only been maybe a month or two ago. Both you and Chan had enjoyed the thought of getting caught, but if he was caught submitting to someone else by his bandmates? There would have been no greater sin. It was a source of internal conflict for him, but he loved it.

You press your foot against him a bit firmer, a devious grin on your face. “This is your last warning, baby. Tell me what you do to yourself, what you have the audacity to do with your mistress’ clothing.”

“I,” he starts, a blush creeping up on his face. “Sometimes, I’ll lay in bed when the guys are asleep, and I’ll,” he breaks eye contact with you and closes his eyelids in shame. “I’ll take a pair of your panties from my collection, hold them up to my face while I touch myself and then when I get close, I…” his voice trails off and you run your foot up the length of his cock slowly, from your toes all the way to your heel. Chan rolls his head back and tries to stifle a moan.

“When you get close, you…?”

“I’ll come all over your panties, hide them under my pillow. I don’t want the guys to know about it, so I just kinda keep them there until the morning. I think about it while I fall asleep.”

“Stand up,” you command. Chan obediently does as he’s told, keeping his hands behind his back and avoiding eye contact with you. “So, let me get this straight,” you move to undo the button on his pants, slowly unzipping them, “you’re such a horny slut that you not only jerk off while there are other people in the room, trying to sleep, but you also steal your mistress’ panties and clothing and disrespectfully use them as cumrags?”

Chan meekly nods his head.

“I didn’t hear you,” your voice is stern as you pull his pants down, letting them fall to his ankles. “Use your words and look at me, my filthy slut.”

“Yes, mistress,” he whimpers, turning to look at you. “I get so turned on thinking about you that I can’t help it. Sometimes, I think Changbin can hear me. I don’t know if he actually does, but that turns me on, too.”

“Yeah?” You question, pulling Chan closer to you by the hips and you stand up. “Get on the bed, baby, then tell me more about what you’re thinking.”

Chan does as you ask, making sure to keep his hands behind the small of his back. “I always think about what the other guys would think if they knew about all of the things that you do to me, mistress.”

He inhales sharply as you pull his briefs off, tossing them to the side as his cock quivers as it springs free. You unbutton your jeans and slide them off, watching Chan as he tries so hard not to look at you.

“If they saw me being submissive to you,” he chokes out and his cock twitches in response to whatever he’s thinking about, “I’d never live it down. I’d be so embarrassed, but, honestly, it would be so hot. I just picture them talking down to me, calling me such terrible things. I’d be the group’s slut, not their leader.”

Some precum starts to leak from the tip of his cock, and you bite your lip between your teeth. “You are a slut, but you’re my slut, baby.” You slide your fingers against the crotch of your panties, making sure to get as much fluid mopped up, seeping into the fabric as possible. When the silky fabric is completely soaked through, you slide your panties off and present them in front of Chan’s face.

His eyes immediately open wide as he stares at the panties in front of his face, then he darts his eyes to you, his pupils dilating instantly. “Mistress, please,” he whines, awkwardly shifting a bit.

You drop them unceremoniously over his face. “I’m not gonna gag you this time, baby,” you say softly, bending down to his ear. “So, do your best and make sure that you stay good and quiet so your friends don’t hear all the lewd noises you’re going to make for me. Understood?”

Chan nods his head feverishly. “Yes, mistress, I understand,” he breathes out, rolling his eyes back as he takes in the scent of you.

You get on the bed and throw a leg over Chan’s hips, positioning yourself over his lengthy, throbbing cock. As you slowly slide yourself down on him, Chan must have briefly forgotten he didn’t have anything in his mouth to absorb his moans. He lets out a choked cry, moaning until you bend down, pushing the panties up above his lips to give him a quick kiss and gently bite his bottom lip.

“You’ve gotta be quiet, baby,” you whisper, “unless you want everyone to hear you. Is that what you want?”

Chan bites his lip back, trying so hard to not make any loud noises, and he shakes his head. “N-no, mistress,” he manages to choke out , “but I’m not gonna last long, I feel it already.” A look of embarrassment washes over his partially visible face and he goes back to nibbling on his lips.

“That’s okay, baby,” you say as you quickly bring your hips down against his. Chan’s eyes tear open, rolling back as he arches his back up and lets out a soft, strangled cry. “You can make it up to me after.”

“Wanna,” Chan whimpers, “ah, wanna make you happy, mistress.” You sit back on your heels and grind up and down on his cock, enjoying how it completely fills you up and puts pressure on all of the right places inside of you. “Make you come with my tongue. Gonna make you come so hard, mistress,” he continues to pant out.

“What a good little slut,” you say in a hushed tone, rolling your pelvis up against Chan’s. “I’m gonna make you come inside me, then make you clean all of it up, baby.”

“Ah, fuck,” Chan groans, his body shifting in discomfort. “Mistress, I’m already, ah, can I please?”

“‘Please’, what? Use your words.”

“Please let me come inside you, mistress.” He writhes a bit and bites his lip so hard that the skin starts to turn white. “Please let your filthy slut come.”

You grind up against his cock a few more times, then trail a hand down his chest. “Come for me, baby.”

It happens almost instantaneously. Chan arches his back higher and lets out a desperate, choked-up moan as you feel his cum spill inside of you. “Fuck,” he whines, shaking beneath you a bit before he’s able to settle back down. You pull the panties off of his face, and a warm smile creeps up on your face. Watching Chan unravel was always your favourite part of being intimate with him.

You look down at Chan, bending at the waist to give him a deep, loving kiss. “I love you, Chan,” you bend down to his ear and whisper, “but I’m running out of panties thanks to you.”

[exosmutfactory]

Apart (Part 2 to Fallen)

Part 1

word count: 3158 (how tf!?!?)

Baekhyun feels uneasy the second he’s back inside the house; the air seems to be ten times colder without the warmth of your smile and the soft laughter of your daughter filling the air.

His fingers mindlessly trace over the patches of fabric you lovingly stitched into his coat after all the times he carelessly snagged holes in it from yanking it off of the hanger. He knows it’s selfish. Not properly sending you on your way to mask his own hurt at seeing you and your daughter venturing off on your adventures without him. Your world-stopping smile, pregnancy glow, and the two sets of heart softening doe eyes looking up at him too much for his tired form to bear. Too much for him to deal with his guilt without falling apart in front of you.

He hates it — hates how hard it is to be around you lately. Always feeling as if he is stepping on eggshells in fear of stressing you out. Your soft smiles and sweeter words whispered to the precious symbol of your love growing inside of you brings tears to his eyes that he has to hide every time you gaze up at him from across the living room when he steps through the door. You mean the world to him and he’d do anything for you. No matter how many long hours he spends cooped up alone at the office, or sleepless nights from attending to your daughter when she cries for him in the middle of the night. He wouldn’t change a single part of your lives — except for last night.

His heart aches at the thought; fists clenched and bile rising in his throat. Remembering the deceitful men urging him to take more drinks, and the woman he practically had to shove off his lap.

♡♡

Baekhyun’s heart beat is pounding furiously in his ears, the only thing stopping him from going into a blind rage is the thought of you waiting up for him at home. With your pretty doe eyes and worry-melting smiles. Just your presence alone can calm him down.

He steps over the threshold without a word, hanging up his cream colored coat as he’s struck with the reminder that he is two hours late again. The underlying implications of that puts him in an even sour mood. He’s so stressed out lately that just the thought of anything more than a cup of coffee makes him feel sick to his stomach, and even more ill at the fact that you’re probably thinking he doesn’t enjoy your meals anymore. Meals that you usually store away for later, yet tonight you are—

“How was work?” Your voice is soft, always understanding in wake of his more often than not pleasant moods. His heart flutters as he quietly moves over to the coffee maker, mindful to carefully brush off his shoes before stepping onto the newly mopped floor. You turn away from him and he frowns, guilt budding in his chest as you distract yourself with the dishes. He knows how hard it is for you to have to take care of things around the house while having a bun in the oven.

“The merger bailed.” He mumbles, taking a few minutes to remember what you asked him.

“No.” You gasp, spinning to him, eyes wide and lips parted in shock. “Why? You’ve been working on this collab for months-”

“They wanted us to travel with them.” Anger once again fills his veins while recalling how disrespectfully those bastards spoke of you; a bitter smile forming on his lips. “Apparently a 7 months preganant wife doesn’t make the cut.” Fuckers. The lot of them.

“Y-You can go, I mean.” Your stuttering breaks him from his revengeful thoughts. Looking so small in his eyes with your hand over your adorable stomach and a plate of food balanced in your other hand. “I-I could let the baby spend the week at-”

What? “Where will they go?” Baekhyun panics. Why would you want your daughter to be away? Did he do something wrong? Are you—

The crashing of the plate to the floor startles him; hours of your hard work scattered like his barely contained emotions. “Where will they go?” He repeats softer, roughly carding his fingers through his ruffled hair. Did he startle you? He didn’t mean to. He’s just so—

Baekhyun raises a brow, swearing that he heard you say something in that cute way you like to utter things under your breath. His eyes widening at your state, hands outstretched to help you back up only to stop, a memory occurring to him. You screamed at him every time he attempted to help you pick up fallen food during the earlier months of your pregnancy. Proclaiming that you were ‘capable of doing it’ yourself while sternly pointing him towards the cupboard that you keep the cleaning supplies.

“I-I got work in the morning,” Baekhyun mumbles. The last thing he wants is to fight you. He doesn’t want to risk what regretful words he’d spew if he stays any longer; quickly going over to open the supply cupboard for you and setting the first-aid kit on the countertop just in case you accidentally prick yourself. He tentatively retrieves his coat from the rack, meekly uttering,  “I’ll be at Chanyeol’s. Don’t wait up, okay?” While pulling the door closed behind him.

♡

Yeah, he’s still upset. Very upset. He’s been working on that stupid merger for 4 months. Hours upon hours spent worried over how he’s going to pay off student loans, provide for your growing family, and help your little stars through college. The weight of all the responsibilities weighing so heavily on his shoulders that he has resorted to shutting down and shoving his own feelings aside. He’s got a beautiful daughter, a beloved wife and another little one on the way. All of them are depending on him and he cannot under any circumstances afford to disappoint them. For what is the sun without it’s pretty planets circling around, leaning on it for stability and warmth? Nothing. But a big ball of pent up energy marching on its own journey to collapsing upon itself.

Suddenly, the sky is covered with dark clouds; the bottom dropping out from under the fluffy accumulations of rain. It’s pouring out; the heavy droplets pelting down on the roof remind him of all the times he went out his way to go pick you up in the middle of storms such as this one. Because it’s not safe for you to be driving out in the rain —​​​​​​​ driving out in the rain.

Baekhyun’s eyes widen, ripping a new hole in his coat as he rushes to put it back on, throwing the front door open with half the mind to lock it behind him because you always chastise him over leaving the house vulnerable — but right now you’re fucking vulnerable!

“Fuck fuck fuck,” He mutters, yanking the door to his black Audi open just as the squealing of car tires in the distance reaches his ears.

Baekhyun freezes, grip tight on the doorframe and hair matted to his forehead. Because just up the road is a car accident with what he swears is your car and it doesn’t look pretty.

“Oh my god.” A neighbor gasps, her leashed puppy cradled in her frozen grasp. 

Baekhyun doesn’t stop to think; he fucking runs.

An ambulance is already weaving through the crowd as idiomatic bystanders block their way to the flipped over white Honda surrounded by broken glass on the sidewalk. The shrill screams of a frightened child — his child! — has him pushing his way through the crowd. Scrambling to the driver’s side of the car.

He wrenches the dented back car door open, tentatively brushing glass away from her tear streaked cheeks. Thanking every higher being that she only has small scratches on her little face. He scoops her out of the ruined carseat and cradles her to his chest, trying to soothe her as paramedics rush over to pull you from the car. Fuck. You —

Baekhyun’s head snaps up, wordlessly hurrying over to them on quick feet while they pull your unconscious form from under layers of broken metal and glass. A glance alone shows that you weren’t so lucky to leave the accident with only a few scratches on your face. No, there’s large pieces of glass distorting your delicate skin and a waterfall of red washing away in the rain.

Baekhyun barely hears a word that the person next to him is saying, only catching the phrases “child” and “hospital” before snapping out of his trace. “W-Wait!” He walks as fast as he can with your shaking daughter in his arms, “I’m the husband, I—” He chokes, eyes stinging with the realization of what is unfolding in front of him. Your limp body being lifted into the back of the ambulance. “I’m her husband.”

The paramedics usher him inside, offering a seat and asking to check up on the trembling toddler in his arms.

“How far along is she?” One of them asks, pulling a stethoscope from around her neck.

“7 m-months.” His voice comes out hoarse, a lump forming in his throat as he watches her slide it over your stomach. The lack of reaction from the little life inside of you makes more tears pool in the corners of his eyes. “I-Is the baby okay?”

She only gives him a solemn look, uttering some type of medical code to one of the other paramedics jotting down notes on a clipboard. “We’re almost at the hospital. Can I take a look at her?”

Baekhyun blinks through his blurry vision, reluctantly handing the small girl in his arms over to her. He shivers, just now feeling the coldness of his soaked clothes; swiping his drenched hair out of his eyes while graciously taking the thick blanket offered to him.

You couldn’t arrive at the hospital fast enough for him. He doesn’t know how much longer his heart can take seeing you like this — like a shattered irreplaceable vase missing the pieces to put it back together. Lifeless. Never to be the same again.

He barely registers the commotion as the paramedics roll you out of the ambulance and through the lobby, only stopping when a nurse holds him back from following you down the hall. “I’m sorry, Sir. You can’t go back there.”

“I—”

She swiftly shakes her head, standing her ground as he feels as if his whole world — his whole life is being flipped upside down. Less than an hour ago, your glowing figure was smiling up at him. Less than an hour ago, he thought that nothing else could get worse than the stress he faces every day. Yet here he is now, helplessly watching you and your daughter get taken further into the hospital — farther away from him. The man who vowed to be with you; in sickness and in health. In times of hardships and your greatest accomplishments. The same man who swore that no matter what came your way, you would face everything together—

Together…

Baekhyun plops himself down in an uncomfortable plastic chair; his head hanging low. How could he have forgotten such a thing? All the promises of sticking by your side through everything and anything. Of trust, leaning on each other — communication! When’s the last time he told you about his tiring days at work just to end up smiling by the end of the night while held in your loving arms? Or heard you complain about your feet hurting only for you to giggle soon afterward when he accidentally tickles you with his diligent massage? Or dared to reach across the body-shaped pillow that has taken up space in your bed to pull you to his chest. Did he really let himself get carried away by his own self doubts and fears? 

Baekhyun’s breath hitches, his heart stopping in its tracks. Did he seriously hide himself away thinking the pain of being unable to reach him wouldn’t hurt you? Wouldn’t make you… You want to leave him?

He doesn’t know how long he sits there. Surrounded by the endless amounts of people being rolled in the never-ending stream of patients in the hosiptal. It seems as if everyone has gotten into bad accidents today, but no amount of blood and body disfigurement can erase the horrific image of your helpless child — of your lifeless form being carried out of that battered car.

“Mr. Byun?”

Baekhyun’s head shoots up to the light blue and white dressed man in front of him. “T-That’s me,” He croaks, throat hurting from holding back tears while hurrying to stand up.

“I’m Dr. Kim,” The man holds out his hand, introducing himself — uselessly, Baekhyun thinks.

“H-How are they?” He manages between shaky breaths, five seconds away from crumbling into a heap on the porcelain white floor.

“Your daughter and son are okay.” The doctor states calmly, flipping through papers on his clipboard.

Baekhyun breathes a small sigh of relief, heart calming down a little. “And my wife?” His tone hopeful; eyes pleading. The uncertain expression on the doctor’s face enough to knock the wind out of him, “Follow me.”

He trails after the man; right on his heels, gulping down the panic steadily rising in his chest as they turn the corner at the end of the long hallway. The doctor opens the door, wordlessly stepping aside to let him enter the crowded room. At least three nurses are stationed in the room. One fussing over a small bundle in their arms and another with his daughter outstretching her arms towards the bed on the right side of the room. The sight of you nearly sends him falling to his knees.

“Your son is 5 pounds,” The brunette softly says over the loud cries of your daughter. “He has to spend a few days in the NICU until we—”

“Give her here.” He demands, arms held out to take his daughter away from the blonde nurse struggling to hold her squirming form. She’s quick to hand the child over, watching enviously as the little girl settles in her father’s arms, loud wails simmering down into quiet whimpers.

Baekhyun slowly makes his way over to the bed, carefully lowering her down between the spaces free from all the tubes attached to your pale form. She wraps her arms around your bandaged arm, doe eyes still brimming with tears. He hates the panicked confusion swirling in her shiny orbs. Hates how lifeless you look against the standardized hospital sheets and the gauze wrapped around your head.

“She lost a lot of blood.” The doctor tentatively notes, dismissing the nurses from the room. The brunette sets the baby down in the bassinet next to the bed before departing as well. “And hit her head pretty hard on the dashboard… The baby had to be taken by C-section,” He adds, noticing Baekhyun’s eyes drifting over to the little one squirming in the bassinet. “We want to keep an eye on his vitals for a few days.”

“And my daughter?” Baekhyun mumbles, he can’t bear to raise his voice. Can’t bear the slow beeps of your heart rate echoing around the quiet room.

“Nothing but a few scratches.” He sees the doctor raise his hand from his peripheral as if to place it on his shoulder before reconsidering it, lowering it back down with a clear of his throat. “I’ll give you some time alone.”

Baekhyun barely acknowledges his words, shaky hands reaching out to cradle your ice cold one in his own. Unmerciful tears swarming his eyes. He doesn’t hold them back this time.

“I’m sorry.” He barely registers the pain of his knees hitting the tiled floor, head bowed as he folds in on himself, weeping so hard his shoulders quake from the built up emotions rolling through him by waves. Much more choppy than the ones that lapped at your bare feet dipped into the ocean all those years ago. At the edge of the world. Where nothing else mattered but your bright smile and your heart racing against his own. 

“I-I’m sorr—” He chokes, hot tears flowing down his cold cheeks. Why did he pull away from you? Why did he have to go and hurt the sole person he would lay his own life down for? What if you never wake up? How will he explain to his daughter that her mother won’t be around anymore? That your son won’t know you at all anymore? You who were strong enough to stick by his side, filled to the brim with endless bounds of unconditional love despite how he treated you instead of the actions promised within your shared vows until you couldn’t — he made it so hard that you couldn’t anymore.

“I don’t deserve you.” He sniffles, voice cracking through his trembling lips. Hands clutching tightly onto your own. “I don’t deserve you at all, but please.” He can barely talk around the waterfall of tears pelting down his face, the sting of them worse than any downpour imaginable. “Please don’t leave me alone like this, baby. D-don’t.” He reaches up to cradle your cheek in his palm; the sound of his heart breaking nearly audible in wake of the healthy glow now gone from your face. “Open your eyes,” He breathes, fingers caressing your cheek. “Open your pretty eyes, baby. Tell me your love again,” He pleads, tears wetting the sheets and the fabric of your hospital gown. “Come back to me again.”

He drops his head again when you give no signs of hearing him; his hand slipping down helplessly back to your own grasping aimlessly at his — your hand!

Baekhyun nearly gets whiplash, eyes shooting up to meet your tired ones. The relief of seeing you looking back at him has him jumping to his feet, almost tangling himself up in the tubes attached to your body if not for your quiet warning reminding him. He settles for continuing to hold onto your hand, squeezing it softly as it slowly warms up the longer it is held within his, “You came back.” He whispers, astonishment clear in his hoarse voice. 

“You came after me.” You utter right back, lifting your arm to let your daughter snuggle closer into your unbandaged side.

“Of course I did,” Baekhyun’s eyes flutter all over your person, heart leaping in so much joy he wonders if you can feel it racing between your intertwined hands. “I’d die for you.” He declares, words resonating through both your chests like the meaningful ones exchanged five long years ago.

“And I’d live for you.” You proclaim right back; smile bright and eyes lighting up at the small cries of your symbol of undying love.

[vee-angel]

First Day of School (Part of the Sodom Virus Chronicles), part 2

Second Subject: Gym Class

Ricki had tried to meditate for the first time in an attempt to calm her nerves. She didn’t exactly know how it was done, but she knew that the likelihood of some magical deus ex machina swooping in to rescue her was close to nil. She was going to have to learn to live in this world whether she liked it or not. Besides, it’s not as if the other girls seemed like they were particularly unhappy. 

She stayed away from the window, but some of the girls crawled out to meet with other girls or boys. Best she could tell, aggressively kissing one another is how girls greeted each other. While they addressed males by sort of facing them with downcast eyes for an expectant moment. Sometimes the men engaged them in conversation, some groped them, while others snapped their fingers to command the girl onto her knees or into other positions. It seemed that there were some universally understood hand-gestures that directed girls into one position or the other. Ricki tried to appreciate the opportunity to be a part of this new culture, but she couldn’t fully dismiss her anxieties as she watched Sharaje being anally hate-fucked by two guys in a row. They both used her mouth afterward. 

After a few minutes, there was a tone that seemed to signal that they should make their way to the next class. Ricki had managed to make it all the way to second period with her virginity intact, but she had a feeling she may not make it to the end of the day. 

Sharaje quickly retrieved a mirror and some wet-wipes from her bag to clean her anus; she angled the mirror to check that her rear-entrance was picture perfect before fixing her hair and lipstick with expert speed. She then bounded happily up to Ricki and took her hand, “Sorry for making you wait, stupid. My asshole is a really popular place for men to cum.” 

The pair of them walked hand-in-hand down the hall, “Do you know where we’re going, or are you too much of a retarded fuckhole?” Sharaje asked. 

Ricki wasn’t sure where they were going, she hadn’t been given much information, other than where her first class was; she was led to believe that Sharaje would get her up to speed from there. “Umm, no, the man in the front office didn’t tell me much.” 

Sharaje stopped short and her expression went stern. She gave Ricki a firm, corrective slap in the face. “Ricki! I know you’re new to the outside world, but it’s never okay to blame your failures on a man! I’ve been assigned to take care of you, and if you get declared a feminist within a certain period of time, I’m going to be punished. So let’s try this again, why don’t you know what class is next?” 

“Because I’m a retarded fuckhole.” Ricki spoke with the tone of a girl broken. 

“Again.” Sharaje demanded. 

“I’m a retarded fuckhole.” She repeated in a lackluster tone. 

“Don’t act like you’re being forced, shit-lips.” 

That particular insult made Ricki cringe. She knew it was a reference to her dark labia that had been mercilessly mocked by the class a few minutes before. She decided to use the hurt to speak decisively, “I’m a retarded fuckhole!” She spoke loud enough that a few other students passing by in the hall snickered at her. 

“That’s a good cunt.” Sharaje said as she rubbed the side of her head as if petting an animal, which Ricki supposed was the best way women could be regarded here. Her mind latched onto something her “friend” had said. If she failed to assimilate and got sent to one of the feminist “repositories,” Sharaje would get punished? Was she only being mean to try to get Ricki accustomed to this society as quickly as possible? Because something really bad might happen to her if she failed?

Maybe the two of them really could be friends. Maybe Ricki was actually lucky in a way. After all, it seemed like Sharaje was thriving in this world, maybe she could learn how to thrive, too.  

The two girls continued walking together to someplace that Sharaje either forgot to or intentionally neglected to tell her. She noticed that all of the female students and many of the male students seemed to be heading in the same direction. Eventually, they made their way out through the large double doors that opened upon what appeared to be a large athletics field. Just beyond that was a waist-high fence and then a busy street. It seemed like every girl in the school was out here. 

She got lost briefly trying to figure out what was going on when Sharaje gave her a firm, yet somehow friendly slap between the legs. “Over here.” She pointed to several rows of square lockers. Ricki followed as she made her way to a particular one. “We can share mine until you get your own.” As she spoke, she hooked her fingers under the bottom of her shirt and flipped it off in one swift motion. She opened the locker, folded the garment neatly, and placed it inside. 

Ricki was stunned. She knew by now that she shouldn’t be, but she couldn’t help it. This wasn’t a locker room or a changing room. It wasn’t a room at all! It was just rows of lockers on an exterior wall. She could see lines of cars going past just a few dozen feet away. Along with pedestrians of various ages. Some of whom stopped to watch as a few hundred teen girls all stripped publicly naked in unison. 

She knew that resistance was hopeless. At least this time, she wouldn’t be the only one exposed. She began to undress and placed her shirt and bra timidly in the locker next to Sharaje’s things. Sharaje, meanwhile, had produced a small bottle of solvent from her bag and was painting it onto her butt to dissolve the glue that ensured the spreader-jeans kept her holes perpetually exposed. It was an irony that taking her pants off would actually allow more modesty in her case. 

The two girls had just finished undressing when Ricki noticed a girl emerge from the double doors. She had apparently taken her time on account of the fact that she was already naked as the day she was born. She also looked strong… really strong. She had this vibe like a bad-ass lady superhero from old comic books. Except a more teen-aged version. 

Her and Sharaje exchanged a grin that wasn’t entirely friendly and the new girl walked over. Sharaje spoke first, “Hey Loose Caboose, ready to tongue kiss the tightest asshole in the school?” She turned her hips to spread her ass in the muscular girl’s general direction. 

“Well, I would kiss the tightest one in the school, but I’m not flexible enough to reach my own yet.” The tone suggested a friendly rivalry, but in Ricki’s mind, she had to process for a moment. Their rivalry was about who had the tighter anus?? She had a brief sinking feeling; is that what all the girls were going to be doing today? Testing how tight their buttholes were??? 

She’d tried to hold her tongue for fear of saying something wrong, but she had to ask this time. “Umm, excuse me, cunt?” she tried to speak to other women disrespectfully, but it still felt awkward, and she was certain it sounded as such, too. “What are you talking about? What’s happening today?” 

Both girls stared at her, but thankfully Sharaje didn’t let the silence linger too long. “Oh, this is Dephile. She’s a rapist!” 

“I’m not just a rapist. I’m the best rapist in the state.” Dephile declared proudly. 

“Only for high school.” Sharaje shot back derisively. 

“Choke on a dick, you fat slunt, I have scouts for college rape teams all over me.” 

Ricki was confused. “Wait, what do you mean she’s a rapist?” The question was addressed at Sharaje. 

“Wow, your stupid cult didn’t even let you watch tv?? Rape has become pretty much the biggest sport over the last, like, ten or fifteen years. Two sluts get into a ring and try to win points by penetrating each other’s holes. There’s like a different number of points for-” 

Sharaje was interrupted when Dephile slammed her forcefully against the lockers and leveraged her arm against her back. “Maybe you should let an athlete explain it, soft-bodied whore.” 

Dephile’s body was extraordinary, watching her exert herself to hold a struggling Sharaje in place allowed Ricki to see the smooth, defined muscles writhe beneath her skin. She continued her explanation. “A rapist wins point by violating the holes of her opponent. That can be done through penetration, like the stupid skank here said,” Dephile then demonstrated by jamming two fingers dry up Sharaje’s asshole. It was clear that she was clenching hard to resist, her body thrashed but Dephile’s strong grip kept her pinned against the lockers, the powerful fingers dry-forcing their way inside. “Or she can win points by defilement, like so.” 

Dephile performed a maneuver so quickly that Ricki wouldn’t even begin to be able to describe it, but it ended with Sharaje bent back on her knees and her face clamped between Dephile’s legs. Her mouth was pressed firmly against the strong woman’s cunt as she began to piss, with impressive accuracy, straight up Sharaje’s nostrils. She began to choke and cough, but Dephile was using her smooth cunt to gag her, ensuring that there was no way to get air without sucking urine through her nose. 

When she’d finally emptied her bladder onto Sharaje’s face, ensuring that a decent amount ended up in her lungs, she finally released her face from the death-grip of her thighs. She went to stand up, but Dephile apparently wasn’t done with her, yet. After a sweep of the legs, Sharaje was face down with Dephile kneeling on the small of her back. “Of course, double points are awarded any time a rapist can force a self-violation.” She demonstrated this by gripping Sharaje’s hand tightly and wrenching her arm back so that she could sodomize the girl with her own fingers.” 

Finally, she released the thrashing Sharaje and took a step backward to allow her room to stand. “I have a match after school today. You cunts should come cheer for me!” 

Sharaje stood and wiped the piss and snot and tears from her flawless arabian features. “Gee, thanks for explaining, Dephile.” Her words oozed with sarcasm, “Say ‘thank you,’ Ricki.” 

“Umm, thank you!” Ricki said, seeming almost surprised by her own words. 

It was about this time that all three girls noticed that nearly everyone else in the class had lined up near the fence of the school. By this point, Ricki was able to deduce that the purpose was to place the girls as close to the public as possible to maximize their humiliation. 

A group of middle-school aged boys leaned on the fence casually a few feet away and just admired the wall of naked teen girl-flesh as they chatted amongst themselves. 

There were a few women who looked old enough to be teachers standing in front of the line facing the girls. But it seemed that most of the instructors were simply athletic students. Dephile had a group a bit farther down. Once all the girls were in position, the naked girls acting as instructors prompted them all to go through a course of basic calisthenics. 

Ricki was sweating and out of breath after the first few exercises. She looked around to see that she was seemingly the only one. While not all the other students had particularly athletic-looking physiques, they were apparently all unquestionably in-shape. The exercises continued. The line of naked sluts extended, flexed, bent, and twisted in enough different directions to ensure that every muscle in their bodies was lithe and supple. The others made it look easy, but Ricki was actually getting light-headed by the time they were told to go for a jog around the perimeter of the school. 

Ricki was the last one of the group to make it back to her position, having spent the last ten minutes staring out over a sea of slick, jiggling asses moving progressively farther from her. It took all her strength not to collapse on the spot. She was dripping with sweat and wheezing. Sharaje and the others, she noticed, had nearly caught their breath by the time she returned, and their skin had a healthy glow of faint perspiration. Ricki thought she must be more out of shape than she realized, and hoped that there would be a break soon. 

Thankfully, the next segment of class seemed to center around stretching. It was a chance to get her heart-rate under control. Although her profound lack of proficiency soon became apparent. Ricki never thought of herself as stiff, but these other girls had a level of limberness that seemed more appropriate to dancers or gymnasts. While Ricki could touch her toes, most of the other students had their large fleshy tits bulging out as they pressed their chests against their knees. When they were instructed to lay on their backs for a groin stretch, Ricki seemed to be the only girl she could see not doing a full split. Sharaje actually had her feet pressed to the ground roughly in line with her shoulders, legs spread well past a hundred-eighty degrees. 

Ricki had caught her breath, but the lightheadedness still hadn’t totally faded. She did, however, have to admit that this society certainly promoted a much higher level of fitness than the Compound ever did. Maybe that’s why all the girls seemed so happy in spite of everything that was going on? She remembered reading about how stretching can stimulate happy chemicals in the brain, and these girls certainly seem to do a lot of it. 

She was shaken back to attention by the P.E. teacher explaining something about testing and ranking their holes? A part of her really hoped that wouldn’t be a horrible, humiliating, degrading experience, but she expected that it probably would be. 

The teacher led them all to a different section of the field. The first thing she noticed was a bunch of rectangular blocks about knee high and roughly four feet long. The second thing she noticed was the very prominent scoreboard that spanned one of the school's higher walls. On it seemed to be the name of every girl in the school. Actually, she noticed, every girl’s name was on it twice. The left section was labelled “Anal” and the right section was labelled “Vaginal.” From top to bottom had a smaller label that read “tightest” at the top and “loosest” at the bottom. 

Was this really happening?? Was this school really going to test how tight her asshole and pussy were? And then post them up on a scoreboard for…. not just the whole school, but also anyone who happened to pass by?!? The thing that made her most sick to her stomach was the knowledge that if she performed as badly on this as she did on everything else, she’d almost certainly rank at the bottom. Her eyes darted to the very top of the board. The anal side had two names she knew. In first place Sharaje, just beneath her, Dephile. The vaginal scoreboard was reversed, with Dephile seeming to have the tightest cunt and Sharaje coming in second. Then she noticed Sharaje’s name again, in what appeared to be a place of honor above both lists. “Tightest hole: Sharaje’s anus” That must have been what the two of them were teasing each other about earlier. Sharaje’s taunt of “Loose Caboose” made more sense now. Ricki inwardly giggled at the immature wordplay. 

Still the prospect made her feel a bit lightheaded. Each of the teachers read off a pair of names from a list, and two girls approached them. They each took their place on the wooden platforms on their hands and knees facing away from one another. 

The instructor pulled a few supplies that seemed to have been stored inside the base of the platform. A peculiar rope, a bucket, and sturdy looking box. She grabbed the thin rope, it had a two-inch metal ball on each end. She roughly shoved the ball on one end into one of the girls vaginas and then did the same to the other, so that the rope hung between them, suspended by their cunts. 

She then hooked the bucket over the midpoint of the rope, which was indicated by a red line. From the sturdy box, she pulled a small metal brick, about the size of a brownie and dropped it in the bucket. 

As nervous as Ricki felt, she was still fascinated as she came to understand the process. A rope was held up by each girl’s hole, and weight was added to the midpoint. The first girl to release the rope was the loser. Furthermore, one could approximately rank tightness by knowing how much weight caused each girl to fail. Ricki guessed that the list of match-ups was determined by previous testing so that girls were going up against competitors of similar tightness. 

“You’re gonna be at the bottom, loser.” Sharaje’s voice came from behind her, confirming her fears. The statuesque goddess followed up by grabbing Ricki’s pussy and roughly shoving a few fingers inside of her. She mockingly jerked the fingers side to side, causing a humiliatingly loud, wet noise with her genitals. A few of the girls nearby looked at her and laughed, some mocking how wet she was at the prospect of the whole school knowing that she was a used up slut with a sloppy cunt. She wasn’t actually wet at all, it seemed that Sharaje just had a certain expertise when it came to embarrassing other girls. “Yup, definitely last place,” Sharaje concluded as she used Ricki’s hair to wipe off her fingers. 

Ricki tried to push her anxieties to the back of her mind and observe the bizarre challenge. Pairs of girls competed against each other to see who had the tightest cunt and asshole. Sometimes the winner would aggressively mock the girl she’d beaten, other times she’d boast and be congratulated by her friends on the victory while the loser was ignored. 

Eventually she heard one of the teachers call a pair of names that prompted everyone to silence. “Dephile and Sharaje, you’re up!” 

Sharaje bounded up girlishly, her perfect fake tits bouncing as she went, she faced her opponent with the typical arrogant “mean girl” smile. Dephile marched forward, her bare feet slapping the asphalt as her dense, muscular form took her place. She glared back with humorless menace. 

The teacher commanded them to their places on the wooden platforms. The rest of the girls quieted down and crowded around to watch the top two girls compete. The two naked forms struck a perfect quadrupedal pose, backs arched to spread their asses; ensuring their holes were proudly displayed. 

Their cunts were first to be tested. Each metal sphere was pushed into their perfect pink holes. Dephile’s puffy labia seemed to be just about the only part of her body that displayed any softness; even her artificially enhanced tits were taut. 

Both girls had an expression of focused cockiness as the instructor hung the bucket from the midpoint between them. The dykey looking naked P.E. teacher didn’t waste time at the beginning; she tossed the iron blocks in as quickly as she could count them for the first twenty or so. After that she started slowing down a bit, adding one more before pausing for a count of five, then adding another. The time was to give them a chance to fail each time another weight was added. This went on for more than a minute; eventually the bucket was close to overflowing and the dyke twenty-something needed to quickly grab a second bucket that she hooked onto the rim of the first. 

Ricki had to admit that she was kinda impressed. A few of the other girls had managed to get their bucket almost full before they failed, but these two were obviously way ahead of the other girls, and neither seemed like they were about the crack. Another full minute passed with the second bucket being almost half full and then it happened! 

There was a loud sound of spilling iron as the bucket tumbled to the ground. “NOO!” It was the slightly butch voice of Dephile, who’d released first. Sharaje hopped to her feet and threw her hands in the air triumphantly, the rope still hanging from between her legs. After striking a victory pose for her classmates, she pulled the ball from her orifice and rubbed the cunt-juice saturated piece of metal on Dephile’s face mockingly. The muscular woman was clenching her teeth so hard it’s a wonder she didn’t crack one; Ricki could tell that it was taking everything she had not to beat Sharaje to within an inch of her life. 

Ricki studied the encounter, it seemed almost as if there were unwritten social rules regarding when women could behave abusively toward one another. In this particular circumstance, Dephile needed to behave with deference. Was it because Sharaje had proven superiority? Did females in this society have complex rules of a perpetually shifting hierarchy? That seemed consistent with a lot of what she’d seen so far. 

The teacher declared that they’d have a two minute rest before “testing your backdoor strength” as she put it. The sporty instructor seemed to be good-natured, and seemed to have a tattoo on her lower back that Ricki had been trying to make out. As she was re-setting some of the iron blocks from the buckets, she was finally able to make out that it said “Dyke 4 Dick” in a beautifully symmetrical script that framed her perky little ass. 

There was a bit of a murmur from around Ricki. It seemed they were wondering if the rankings would be reversed this month, since Sharaje apparently had the tighter cunt for the first time. Ricki got the impression that Dephile had held that title as long as anyone remembered. 

The two minutes were up and the cute lesbian whisled at the girls to resume their places while the rest of the girls watched. There had been a couple other pairs of girls being tested during their first round, but it seemed that the teachers and student-teachers respected that this was a big deal. So at the moment, all eyes were on the two naked sluts as the two-inch metal balls were shoved into their asses. 

Dephile’s confidence seemed to be wavering, based on the scoreboard, her shitter had lost to Sharaje’s in the past. After all, it was the body part Sharaje was known for; hell, she was even named after her anus. 

The teacher elected not to start from scratch, but simply hung the first full bucket from the mid-point in the rope. Neither girl seemed to have much of a problem. The second bucket was hooked to the rim as it had been the first time and she began counting in weights. 

Both girls' assholes were tightly clenched around their respective ends of the apparatus, they seemed to have a deep sense of determination as the second bucket slowly filled up over the course of the next couple of minutes. When no more could fit in the second bucket, the dyke teacher looked back and forth between the two girls with the iron assholes. They both seemed to be showing signs of exertion, with Sharaje having a slightly greater sheen of perspiration. She waited a few moments to see if either of them would fail, but neither let go. She quickly rushed to get a third bucket, something she seemed utterly unprepared to need. 

She returned and was preparing to attach the third bucket. Ricki found herself honestly rooting for Sharaje to win. She may have been a bully, but she was the closest thing Ricki had to a friend. Her heart sunk as she saw the arabian beauty’s face contort in exertion, she was reaching her limit. Then there was the loud clang of spilling metal that almost made her ears ring. 

“Winner! Sharaje!” the teacher declared. Ricki looked to see Dephile with the ball having dropped out of her anus. She angrily punched the platform hard enough to draw blood on her knuckles. Sharaje sprung up from the platform, still breathing heavily from the exertion and let out this giggle-scream of triumph. She hopped over to Dephile, who had just reluctantly stood up, wound her arm back as far as it would go, and slapped the muscle-bound bitch hard across the face. 

“Get ready to spend the next month kissing my asshole, you fucking loser!” Sharaje punctuated the sentence by grabbing a handful of Dephile’s hair and spitting in her face. Dephile looked broken, a combination of anger and shame washed across her face and threatened to flood out of her eyes in the form of tears. “You know, actually? You’re such an ugly jock loser that you don’t even deserve to kiss my asshole yet. I’m gonna have you beg to kiss every other girl’s asshole and tell them how much better they are then yours. Then, maybe when you’ve had some practice I’ll allow you the honor of pressing your lips against my perfect, superior hole.” 

Sharaje seemed absolutely prepared to spend the remainder of the class period publicly humiliating Dephile, but the teacher stepped in and dismissed them back to their places so that the rest of the students could be tested. 

For a moment, Ricki almost forgot that she would eventually have to be subjected to this same violation and humiliation. But she noticed a pit in the bottom of her stomach and her knees felt weak. She also became distinctly aware of the fact that the dizziness she experienced after the jog still hadn’t subsided. She wasn’t sure if she was really just that out of shape or if the stress of the day was really having that much of an impact. She elected to try to put her worries out of her mind and just focus on her breathing for a little while in the hopes that she’d be in better shape by the time her name was called.

She wasn’t. 

Her heart was racing even before the dyke teacher called her name. It’s just nerves, she told herself, everyone else here is doing this and they’re all fine. This is normal here, it’ll just take some getting used to. 

Ricki’s knees almost buckled when she took a step forward, but she managed to catch herself. She was paired off against the asian girl who was dressed like a slutty anime character in first period; the outfit was gone, but the hair and make-up still made her memorable. 

After a few tries, Ricky managed to climb up onto the platform and assume the position. Though she nearly fell when she lifted a hand to wipe some of the sweat from her face. I’m still sweating? She didn’t feel hot, in fact the air on her naked skin was beginning to give her a bit of a chill. 

She felt the metal ball pressing into her vagina, it took a bit of force for the teacher to get it in. After all, Ricki had never had anything bigger than her fingers inside herself, so maybe that’d work to her advantage, she thought. The metal ball wasn’t particularly big, but it’s bulk was still enough to cause a bit of pain when it was forced in. The teacher behind her hooked the bucket onto the midpoint of the rope, and Ricki immediately felt the cold metal mass withdraw from her and hit the ground. 

There was a smattering of laughter from the other girls. “She’s so loose, she couldn’t even hold the empty bucket!!!” One of the girls shouted. Ricki turned her head to see who spoke but all she could see was a blurry mass of pink and brown flesh. 

She felt the teacher’s hand gently on her bare shoulder, “I know this is your first time, fuckpet, but you need to clench a little bit at the beginning and then go harder as I add the weights, okay? Do you understand?” She sounded legitimately kind and encouraging. 

“I understand. I… I’ll try better,” Ricki replied. She sensed the teacher moving behind her again, and felt the cold metal once again penetrate her. It fell out again almost immediately. She heard the other students taunting her again but they were starting to sound really distant. Her dizziness was getting worse by the second. She had a vague sense of the teacher at her side speaking to her again, but there was an encroaching blackness at the edges of her vision. 

This wasn’t just nerves, something was wrong. Ricki was feeling really bad. She decided to try saying something to the teacher. She took a deep breath and as she tried to speak, everything went black…