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zeroreasonstocare · 3 months

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Dad’s Best Friend

Cont: dad’s best friend!Nanami x (ADULT)fem!reader, protected sex (yay Nanami!), cunnilingus (kinda), mentions of aftercare, mentions of daddy issues (real), Nanami calls you princess most of the time, praise kink

Word count: 1300 exactly (I’m cool like that)

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A/n: this was half written in my notes app?? And reader still lives with her dad, but he’s rarely around because of work. Happy birthday Nanami!! Likes and reblogs are appreciated! <3 ignore any grammar mistakes, they’re not real.

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Thinking about how Nanami, your dad’s best friend, who has known you only around 6 years, but is always there for you. When you break up with a partner or make the Honor Roll at school, he’s always there to hold you close when you cry or to applaud you in the audience. How he was there more than his best friend, your own father, was for you your entire life in just a few years.

You may not admit it, but he was your first love, you think he’s your soulmate. No one else gets you like Kento. Especially when it comes to the things you like. He can read you like an open book. He wants to know all of you like the back of his hand, but fears you don’t feel the same way. You know him more than your dad does, since he offers to hang out with you while your dad works long hours through the week. You two have gotten to know each other a lot.

So it makes sense when one day, you had just broken up with your boyfriend of a year because he cheated on you, Kento let’s you cry in his arms, whispering soft “I’ve got you”’s and “don’t stress over dumb boys who can’t keep it in their pants”’s. You look up at him with the latter comment and wipe a couple of tears from your face.

“I hate men who do that…” you whisper, voice shaking from crying.

“Those boys aren’t men, men know how to treat women right,” he whispers back, giving you a loving look as he wipes your tears for you.

You can’t help but feel a twinge of desire at his words and look up at him.

“What does that make you?” You ask. Kento pauses for a few seconds and lifts you off his lap so he can stand.

“How about I show you what a man is supposed to be like?” He whispers, taking your hand and leading you to your room. You can feel the desire warming both of your bodies as you willingly follow him. “On the bed, baby,” he whispers, shutting your door gently as you slowly crawl onto your own bed. He sits down and sits you on his lap, gently caressing your body.

“I want to know you more than I know myself, not just your thoughts and personality, but your body too,” he whispers, looking at you for your consent. You swallow hard at his words, nodding and silently begging for him to do something. He gently grabs your face and kisses you, letting you melt into his touch and kiss before gently pulling away.

“Was that too weird?”

You laugh a little, blushing profusely at his genuine question. “No, Kento. Not too weird,” you giggle, smiling genuinely.

“Good. Because I plan to make you forget about that little cheating brat you called a boyfriend for a year,” he says before gently pulling you into a more passionate kiss.

Your tongues clash and you moan into the older male’s mouth, his hands tangling into your hair. He grunts and hums into your mouth, hands never staying still, moving from your hair to your body, meeting every desire you’ve had for him and he’s secretly had for you.

“Can’t get enough of you, dear,” he mumbles into your ear and grinds you against him. You gasp as his hips tilt just right against your skirt, rubbing your clit so sweetly.

“Kento, god, that feels good…”

“Good, princess, want you to feel good. I’m not being too greedy, am I?”

“No, not at all. Want more, actually,” you whisper against his lips.

He grins and starts to undress you and you help, lifting your hips when he pulls off your skirt.

“So pretty, princess, let’s not tell your father, yeah?” He smiles and plants kisses on the exposed skin of your neck and collarbone.

You gasp softly and lightly scratch at his back, helping undress himself and watching as he lays you back. He gives you a look, double checking that you want this. You nod and spread your legs, and he places his head between your thighs, lightly kissing as he slowly pulls off your panties.

You let out a soft hum as he starts to lap at your wet cunt, your arousal on his tongue making him groan against your clit.

“Kento, that feels good,” you whisper and card your fingers through his hair.

He hums in response and makes sure that you’re wet enough down there then reluctantly unlatches himself from your needy clit and hole. He unbuckles his pants and pulls off his pants and boxers in a clean swoop, searching for a condom and carefully putting it on, your eyes watching his every move, seeming a little too eager.

“You excited, princess?” He smiles and feels up your sides with his free hand while the other grinds the rubber against your soaked cunt for a makeshift lube.

You hum in agreement and nod. “You have no idea, I’ve always found you attractive, Kento.”

“Same goes for you, princess.”

He slowly slides himself in, pausing every few seconds to let you adjust to his size and to feel you stretch around him.

“You’re doing good, princess. I’m almost fully in.” He kisses your neck gently and traces your nipples to get you to loosen up a bit. You feel him bottom out inside you and let out a groan against your neck.

“God, Kento, you’re amazing.” You moan softly into his ear.

“Haven’t even got to the fun part and you’re praising me, princess?”

He smiles and slowly pulls his hips back almost all the way, then pushes back in, angling his hips to hit just right and make you moan out.

“There we are, princess, you’re doing so good for me,” he whispers, the praise making you a little dizzy as he continues to slowly thrust and graze just right against your g-spot.

Your relationship with your dad is a little rocky, so hearing praise and validation from his best friend makes you even more pliant under the blonde’s touch.

“I can take more now.” You moan softly into his ear and grasp at his shoulders as Nanami picks up the pace.

He constantly hits just right against your g-spot and brings you close to your orgasm really fast. He feels you tightening up and laughs through a moan.

“Close, princess?”

“Mhm, please, Kento, I need it…”

“Who am I to deny my girl?”

His girl. You are his girl. The words push you over the edge and you whine out his name in a sharp gasp as your orgasm crashes over you, more intense than any you’ve had with your shitty ex. You almost forgot that he was the reason you got to fuck Nanami.

Your thoughts get interrupted by the overstimulation that follows after you come down from your high, Nanami drilling himself a bit faster and chasing his own orgasm, whispering breathy praises to you as you whine and claw at his back.

“I know it’s a lot, princess, I just- fuck, I need to cum too. You’re doing so good for me, princess, just hold on- fuck- yeah, just scratch at my back, I’m- fuuck…” he groans and stills his hips as he cums into the rubber condom wrapped around his now-softening dick.

He slowly pulls out and removes the condom, laying next to you and holding you close.

“We need to clean ourselves up, princess,” he mumbles and kisses your forehead.

You groan and bury into him. “Five more minutesss…”

He chuckles and rubs your back, his free hand running through your hair as he whispers sweet praises and compliments to you.

“Fine, five more minutes…”

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dearsnow · 3 months

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MANIC MOVES & DROWSY DREAMS (3)

- after discovering something that forces all of your relationship’s problems to the surface, you seek solace in your only potential friend in san diego. (bradley “rooster” bradshaw x fem!reader, hurt with future comfort, part of the series “out of touch” ⚠️ ADULT TOPICS, please be 18+ to read)

OUT OF TOUCH: It’s been twenty years since you last saw Bradley Bradshaw, and, suddenly, you realize he’s finally grown up.

word count: 3,110

a/n - this chapter is lowkey crazy 😭 i hope y’all enjoy because i’ve had a blast writing this. the next chapter might take a bit to write up because i need to plan out the rest of the series, but it hopefully shouldn’t take tooo long!!

The next few days were relatively uneventful as you attempted to get your life in perfect working order. There were a few visits from the navy men, with Fanboy (who you learned was actually named Mickey) being one of your best customers until he witnessed firsthand your boyfriend giving you flowers and a peck on the cheek. He seemed a bit crestfallen after that, but you knew he would perk up eventually. He hadn’t gone through it for nothing, though- you always slipped him an extra cookie sample when he came by.

The best part of your life was not interviewing potential employees or ordering more vintage tables, but instead, it was Derick. He was truly your rock in the midst of a change that otherwise would’ve thrown you into chaos.

He handled your calls, he mopped the floors and shined the counter, and he took you on amazing dates. You can firmly say that you’ve never had a boyfriend as respectful and supportive as him.

Too respectful, however, is an ever-present problem.

You’ve been with him for almost fifteen years and you can reasonably count the times he’s been anything other than a perfect family-friendly gentleman. If you look back on it, it was probably around fifty-two instances.

That seems like a lot, but spread out over fifteen years of young adult antics, it’s almost like he didn’t want to be intimate. He didn’t want to make out, or put a hand just a bit too low on your waist, or do anything passionate or fiery or heated. He just wanted dinner dates, a kiss on the cheek, and a hand to hold. You were fine with that, because in essence, that’s what you needed at the time, right? Stability. Comfort. Romance. Someone to wipe away your insecurities and hold you down at ground level.

A lingering thought, always bouncing around in the back of your mind, whispers that it shouldn’t take hours of tempting and teasing for a guy to want you.

You ignore all of that for right now. Derick is currently sitting across the table from you at the fanciest restaurant in the area.

Fancy places always make you a little nervous. You’re afraid to say the wrong thing or mispronounce a word on the menu, and your dresses get rumpled as you fidget with them. Even your nail polish doesn’t survive as you pick at the edges with your thumb. Derick smiles.

“What are you thinking about ordering?” He asks, setting his own menu down. You cease your picking and clear your throat. He looks especially nice tonight, with his dark hair gelled back and his black suit nice and crisp. It doesn’t quite fit with your dress, though you suppose it doesn’t need to.

“Uh, the caprese salad sounds good.” It’s the cheapest thing on the menu. He always pays, but you know that he gets a bit bothered when the bill racks up too high. You’ve offered to pay for yourself numerous times, but he waves the suggestion away, even when his face makes it known that he doesn’t want to.

“I make more money than you, babe, just let me take care of it.”

You try to smile sweetly, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. If he can tell, he doesn’t show it.

“Sounds good. I’m having the truffle alfredo myself.” He flags down a waiter, and you shrink a bit in your seat.

You can tell that this night is going to be another awkward one. After being with someone for so long, you come to expect certain things. Despite that, you wouldn’t trade this stability for anything. He makes good money, he buys you gifts, and once or twice a year, he’ll even sleep with you. What more could a girl want?

Bradley hasn’t had stability in a long time. He has a home in San Diego, sure, but going out for drinks every once and a while with people who have vastly different schedules isn’t really enough to make him want to stay. In truth, he almost misses being deployed because, at least then, he has a purpose.

When he saw you, he thought he might have an opportunity to right a wrong that has been tearing him up inside. He despises what he was like as a teenager, taking nothing seriously except his dreams to be a naval aviator. He’s learned throughout his life that everything matters, especially the feelings of other people, and even the small, mundane things he couldn’t care less about. The small, mundane things are what keep the world working.

He’s sitting on his couch, enjoying a small, mundane thing (a shitty reality show with acting so bad it makes him laugh) when an unknown number lights up his phone. He perks up, staring at the number as the reality show carries on. It’s probably just a spam number, but on the off chance it’s you, he picks up.

“Hello?” He hates how shaky his voice sounds. Just the idea of you sets his nerves on fire.

“I need a friend,” your soft voice mumbles. “Where can we meet? A place that serves strong alcohol would be preferable.”

Right after your early dinner date with Derick, you walked into your shared apartment, boxes lining every walkway. You really ought to have put everything away more quickly, but after a long day’s work, all you and your boyfriend could seem to do was pull out a few objects and give them a place in your new living quarters.

He immediately went to take a shower, as he usually did after a long day, and placed his locked phone on your nightstand. You collapsed onto your bed and looked up at the ceiling, still dressed, and began to dread opening shop in the morning. You love the cafe, but your lack of employees hits harder every day.

Derick had been handling most of the hiring process, with the good majority of the interviewees being his connections. It was helpful having a business major boyfriend, as his college networking and current accountant networking proved extremely useful for managing an actual business. He was always so enthusiastic about helping you run the place. You seriously don’t know what you would do without him.

His phone lit up next to you with a series of texts. You lazily let your gaze drift over to see what was going on. He wouldn’t mind if you checked who was texting, right? When you picked up his phone, the name that popped up was “employee candidate 4”. You smiled to yourself; Derick was so responsible, you thought. He must have given the candidates his number to see if they needed anything.

You unlocked his phone with your thumbprint, which you so sneakily added to his password bank a few months ago when you first started collaborating on the cafe’s business plan. What you saw made your heart drop down to the floor, splintering into a million little pieces that got stuck in your fresh linoleum.

Bradley hands you another drink, a strong one at that, and you gulp half of it down in one breath. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”

You look up at him through your eyelashes, makeup half-rubbed off from tears and friction. The sun began to set when you first entered, and in the dimming light, Bradley could tell that you were rattled. You still are, evidently. He waits for a moment before you clear your throat and offer a few gut-punching words.

“I checked my boyfriend’s phone.” He can tell where this is going. He doesn’t want it to be true, because who in their right mind would cheat on you?

“What was on it?” He prompts gently. You take another breath. You don’t want to dump this all on someone that you barely know, with the only history you have being a failed almost-relationship when you were teenagers, but you don’t have anyone else. When you moved to San Diego, you left everything behind, including your friends and family. You haven’t even talked to your friends in ages, as you’ve been so busy with the cafe and Derick that you couldn’t so much as call them. The idea of having Bradley nurse your broken heart is both gut-wrenching and just a little bit like a dream.

“A lot. I… I don’t want to ruin your night by bothering you. I should go.” You try to stand up from your bar stool, but he catches your wrist in his warm hands.

He shakes his head, eyebrows creased. “Just tell me. I’m here for you; I meant what I said in the cafe.” You nod, fresh tears welling up in your eyes as you sit down.

“I’ll get a few drinks in me first.”

You keep your word, managing to take down a sizable amount of alcohol within a few minutes. It’s not enough to get you passing out or throwing up, but enough to loosen your lips.

“Do you want to know what I saw?” Your face is warm, either from the alcohol or Bradley’s hand on your back. “Twenty-eight photos of his dick. It isn’t even good enough to warrant one photo, Bradley, one! None of them were sent to me, of course. Just the girls he would chat up online and fuck.” The words tumble out of your mouth, every pent-up frustration making its way into the light of the bar. “I looked through his search history, too, and then our finances, because I was suspicious of everything at that point. I found four subscriptions to porn sites in our bills and three more for online dating premium memberships. Who the fuck even needs a premium membership? God. I hate him.”

“Slow down, princess.” He says. His lips are quirked into a small smile as you ramble on and on about every small thing Derick has ever done to piss you off. “He seems like a real piece of work.”

“He is! He so is. I never get to order what I want, he always makes me feel responsible for his mistakes, and not once has he made me finish. I mean, we’ve had sex maybe twice in the last two years because he can’t get it up. Probably because he’s been sticking his dick in STD central.” Those last few items slip through your internal filter, but even in your state, you recognize that you probably shouldn’t be talking about your sex life with a guy you re-met a few days ago. “Sorry. That was personal.”

Bradley lifts his shoulders in a shrug. “Nothin’ I can’t handle. I can’t believe you stayed with him that long when he can’t do a single thing for you. If you were my girl, you wouldn’t know a day without pleasure.” It’s his turn to be embarrassed about what he said, but as his cheeks turn red, you don’t even seem to notice.

If you were his girl, he thinks, he’d treat you so well. He’d actually get you your favorite flowers instead of the ones he thinks would look nice in the aesthetic of your apartment, and he’d cook for you, and he’d never make you feel bad for loving him.

“Exactly.” You say. “He just wanted someone to come home to without even thinking about how I would feel. I wanted stability, and he gave me that, but nothing else.” You suddenly sound sober, but the tears are back, and they’re stronger than ever. “I loved him.” You choke out. “I don’t think I could ever get something better, not after so long.”

Bradley feels bad for even considering picking you up after this. You’re distraught, more than he’s ever seen anyone before. It’s clear that this is something you’re going to take a while to heal from. “You can and you will. He’s a dick, and I’m sorry you wasted so much time on him, but you will find some kind of relationship that deserves you. You can have a fresh start, and he’ll just be another asshole that you put in your past.”

You nod, taking in his words as you sip your soda. Bradley cut you off a while ago, which you’re eternally grateful for. If you had one more sip of alcohol, you think you'd either be dancing on a table or crying on the floor. Now, at least you’re crying upright in a stool, with the man across from you handing you tissues once in a while. The lady running the bar seems to know him, and she also seems to know that an endless supply of tissues is necessary for you tonight.

The doors of the bar open, and though you don’t want to peel yourself away from the sight of someone caring about you, you turn around anyway. When you do, your blood runs cold.

Bradley sees you stiffen and follows your line of sight to the person that just walked in. He’s handsome, in a way, with short, dark brown hair and a five-o-clock shadow. He seems like the stuck-up type. Your eyes are blown wide at the sight as the man walks over, a sort of fake concern lacing his expression.

“Baby-“

“Don’t fucking call me that, Derick. How did you even find me?” Oh. The soon-to-be ex. Bradley sits up on his stool, pulling himself to a position where he can easily stand if the moment calls for it.

Derick pulls out his phone sheepishly. “You left your location on.”

Goddamnit. Fuck.

“Get out. I don’t want to see you right now.” You’re seething, the anger coming off you in waves. You think that if you weren’t angry, you’d be sad, and you can’t handle that right now. The devastation of finding out your boyfriend is a freak and a cheater is something you just opened the box to, and you don’t feel like unpacking it in front of him.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He protests. “They didn’t mean anything to me. I love you, and I want to marry you, and I’ll never do it again. I- I have the ring right here, see?” He pulls out a familiar velvet-lined box, and you scoff.

“You should’ve thought about that before you cheated. Multiple times.”

Bradley stands up, placing a soothing hand between your shoulder blades. “Leave, man. She’s made it pretty clear that she doesn’t want you here.”

Derick bristles, his pasty face tinged red with anger. Bradley almost rolls his eyes at how small he looks. “You don’t need to stick up for her.” He takes a step forward. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were fucking her behind my back. That’s what this is, isn’t it? An excuse for you to leave me because some navy fucker had some nice enough sex with you?” He’s approaching fast. By the time he finishes his sentence, Derick’s fist is wrapped around your wrist tightly.

You let out a soft sound as his bruising fingers close around you, but as soon as he’s there, Bradley shoves him away and loosens his grip on you. “Okay, that’s enough. You’re either going to walk through those doors or you’re getting dragged out. I don’t care which.”

Derick scoffs. “Fine with me. I never liked you anyways.” He gives you a pointed glance, tucking the ring box into his jacket pocket.

“You have tonight to get your stuff out of the apartment that I paid for.” You say, rubbing the space between your eyebrows with your thumb. “I never want to see you again.” The second part comes out as a mumble, but he clearly gets the message.

“Fuck you.” He walks out, and the group of navy men by the door give him a dirty look. He’s more than ruined multiple peoples’ nights by this point. It went from one crying girl at a bar to the start of a bar fight in the two minutes he stood in front of you.

Bradley, concerned, gives you a soft look. “Do you have anywhere to stay tonight?”

You shake your head as more tears drip down your jaw. You hate this. You hate Derick, you hate yourself, and you hate the pitiful way Bradley is staring at you. Your California dream has turned into a nightmare. “No, but I’ll get a hotel somewhere. It’s not that big of a deal.” Your attempt to downplay the situation has Bradley on the verge of running after Derick and slapping the back of his big groomed head. You’re too nice for this, too sweet to be cheated on and forced to sleep in a cold bed that you paid $200 for.

“You can stay over at my place if you want. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“I don’t want to put you out like that. It’s fine,” you assure him, though your voice is the least sure it’s ever been. “There’s a nice enough place a few streets away.”

Bradley shakes his head. His warm hand is on your shoulder, like he’s trying to ground you. “It won’t put me out. C’mon, princess, it’s not a big deal. You can rest up and we’ll figure out what else to do in the morning.”

He called you “princess” again. It’s nice, you think, in your drunken mind. Right now, you’re too tired to fight anything about the situation you’re in. “Alright. As long as you’re sure.”

He pays your tabs, slipping a look to the lady running the bar. She nods at him and mouths something that you can’t quite make out. As he leads you to his car, a nice, blue, vintage bronco, he keeps one hand on the small of your back. The heat feels nice, like you have someone securing you. Like you won’t ever stumble or fall before his strong arms catch you. He must be a real nice guy if he’s doing all this after so long.

He buckles you into your seat, and you let your head fall back onto the headrest. Your eyes close, and you desperately try not to think about what your life has come to. You feel a buzz in your jacket pocket, but you don’t pick it up. Everything is fine, you assure yourself. You didn’t just break up with the man you were going to marry, and he didn’t cheat on you, and your phone isn’t going off wildly through the fabric of your coat, and you’re not strapped into the car of your high school self’s dream boy. You ride that feeling, that denial, right into sleep.

You’ll deal with the real life problems in the morning.

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reyadawn · 4 months

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I Can Love You More

*image is NOT mine! Credit goes to original owner*

Summary: Reader is best friends with both Noah and Jolly from Bad Omens. Everyone knows she's in love with Noah, except Noah. When she finally musters up the courage to tell him how she feels, will he reciprocate her feelings or keep her in the friend-zone?

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x OFC, Jolly Karlsson x OFC (platonic)

Warnings: 18+ only - do NOT read or even entertain the idea of reading this if you're under 18. HEAVY smut, language, kissing, fingering, oral (f receiving), choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!), cream pie. Buckle up ya'll 🥵

Word Count: Honestly, I never do this 🙄

Enjoy! 😊🫠

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Rain poured in what felt like sheets from a dark and foreboding sky and yet a slew of concert goers were still lined up outside in parkas, hats and umbrellas waiting to get into Rock Rimmon to see Bad Omens. Luckily for me, being best friends with two of it's members had it's perks: Noah Sebastian & Jolly Karlsson. I had grown up with Noah and had known Jolly since he joined the band. Nick and Nicholas were family. Period. I would gladly lay down my life for anyone of these men...especially Noah. I had been in love with him since we were kids. The other guys always give me shit about it and, of course, Noah remains oblivious to it all.

The green room housed all of us sitting around the 'L' shaped sectional, massive folding table adorned with various drinks and snacks along the back wall closest to the 'EXIT' that lead to the stage. A smaller side door on the other side of the room lead to the venue parking lot out back where the bus and other vehicles belonging to the crew sat.

I was nervous tonight. It was the boys' last show for a three month hiatus before going overseas. A trip in which Jolly kept bugging me to tag along for but I was reluctant. After tonight, I had planned on having a come-to-Jesus meeting with Noah to tell him how I was head over feet in love with him. An elbow into my side interrupted my train of thought.

"We're on in 5, bella", Jolly said softly, nudging his head towards the stage door. I sighed and tried to give him my best supportive smile and wrapped my arms around his borad shoulders, the leather jacket he wore crackling under my touch. I pulled away, brushed his long hair away from his face and kissed his cheek. He smiled and stood up, hauling me to my feet so I could hug Nick and fist bump Nicholas.

Noah's 6'3 frame suddenly clouded my vision and I had to crane my neck back to look up at him. For the umpteenth time, I got lost in his chocolate depths as his dark hair fell over his eyes. The black tank clung to his muscular tattooed body like a second skin and those tight black sweat pants left nothing to the imagination. My mouth watered and my panties grew damp. No doubt other female fans would be experiencing the same.

"What, no hug or fist bump for me, pretty girl?", he asked. I briefly closed my eyes at the nickname, letting the sound of his voice wash over me like waves. I inwardly sighed and raised my eyes to him again.

"Would you rather I give you something else, Noah?", I said softly. Noah lifted a brow at me.

"Any suggestions?", he asked with a smirk. Without thinking, I slid my hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders before going to my tip toes and planting a barely there kiss to his cheek that was dangerously close to the side of his mouth before turning and walking through the stage door.

Noah looked over at Jolly in confusion who merely shrugged and shot him a half smile. Noah frowned again as he followed Jolly through the stage door.

The bus ride to the hotel was quiet. I don't blame the guys. They put on one bitchin' of a show and I knew they were all exhausted. The ground outside the hotel was saturated with water, the raining still coming down in heavy drops. Who's idea was it to play in Georgia during severe thunder storm season?

Once we all grabbed our bags and suitcases, we all made a beeline for the doors. For all the good that did, everyone of us ended up soaked. I stood in the lobby talking with Nick and Nicholas while Jolly checked us in. Noah sat in one of the chairs, head resting on the back with his eyes closed. His neck tattoo shone like a beacon on display.

Jolly approached us a few minutes later, handing out key cards. He paused when he handed me mine and I shot him a confused look.

"They're short on rooms so you and Noah will have to bunk together", he all but whispered. I shook my head violently in fear before snatching his key card and heading towards the elevator. Jolly chuckled.

The next day, it was still raining as we all boarded the bus. I needed coffee more than life. As if reading my mind, Noah handed me a cup of the steaming brew as I sat at the table, diving into a muffin.

"My hero", I smiled. Noah winked before plopping himself down next to me despite there not being anyone across from us.

"You're staring at me, Noah. Why?", I asked, side eyeing him and taking a sip of coffee.

"Why didn't you bunk with me last night? We've roomed before and it wasn't an issue. Thought your pants were on fire the way you ran to the elevator with Jolly's card", Noah replied with a grin.

"Just thought I would give you privacy. Was a pretty boss show last night and you had a few hot VIP's", I shrugged. Noah scowled at the insinuation I threw at him.

"I didn't take anyone back", he said, voice hard with irritation. I looked at him in shock. Noah wasn't a womanizer but he hooked up at almost every major city. It broke my heart, made me sick every time but I had no one to blame. I never made a move out of pure fear of being rejected.

2 weeks later...

I was so relieved at being back in L.A in my own bed. Here, I could do what I wanted and had the room for it. Mostly, cleaning and binge watching Spartacus.

It was 2AM when my phone buzzed. The screen lit up, alerting me Jolly sent a text.

J: You tell him yet, bella?

Me: My God, bestie, it's 2AM! How did you even know I was up?

J: Seriously? 😒

Me: Point noted and NO

J: Why the fuck not!? It's been 2 weeks since we've been home. Get your ass to his room!

I rolled my eyes before tossing my phone back on my nightstand. I ran a hand through my long dark hair and sighed before getting up to pace. Sighing again, I made my way to Noah's room down the hall. Stopping at his door, I noticed soft blue light coming from under the door.

I knocked twice before the door opened, revealing a shirtless Noah clad only in boxers. My mouth suddenly went dry as I aimed to pull my t-shirt down a little farther to no avail. I wasn't exactly model-thin. In fact, I was quite heavier, around 175. Noah's eyes raked over my form and he smirked before opening the door for me. He shut it behind me once I sat down on his unmade bed and the fact he locked the door wasn't lost on me.

My heart was racing, my breathing labored as I crossed my legs Indian style, putting one of his pillows in my lap.

"You shouldn't feel like you have to cover up around me. I'm your best friend. I know everything about you", Noah said, turning off his computer. The room was shrouded in dark until a lamp came on in the corner of the room. It offered little light but at least I could see him.

"Noah...", I trailed off not wanting to have this discussion. He sauntered over to me and snatched his pillow from my lap before tossing it behind him. I glared at him.

"Why are you here tonight, pretty girl?", Noah asked softly, chocolate eyes roaming over me.

"I just...", I started but failed. My words were lost. Trapped by my emotions and the fact I was terrified. Noah uncrossed my legs, draping them over his hips so I was facing him directly, and clasped his hands behind my lower back. This position forced me to look at him but I still tried ducking my head. Noah lifted my chin but I kept my gaze down cast.

"Look at me, pretty girl. Now", he stated. His tone of voice had me snapping my eyes to him. "Mmm...good girl". In that moment, the thin silk panties I was wearing offered no barrier to the wave of slick that entered them. Noah's nostrils flared as he tilted his head to the side. I swallowed.

"Noah...I've known you my whole life. You know me better than anyone and I'm--", I started but I cut myself off due to the look on his face. His eyes were blown wide with lust.

"Keep going, pretty girl. Focus for me", he replied, his lips inches from mine.

"I love you", I whispered and I felt Noah go stiff. The silence in the room was deafening. I didn't dare look at him as I shut my eyes to avoid the rejection I was going to get hit with.

"Do you now?", Noah replied. Grabbing a fistful of hair at the back of my head had my eyes flying open to meet a gaze so heated that I thought I would catch on fire. His other hand came up to wrap around my neck, squeezing just enough for me to feel the power he held. I nodded as best as I could, my body trembling.

"Show me then", he said before crashing his lips to mine. The shock of his lips on mine had me gasping and he took full advantage to taste my mouth with a tongue so wicked that my hands fisted his sheets and my thighs tighened around his waist, the massive erection he was sporting prodding my soaked panties.

The kiss was bruising, slow and unforgiving. Noah drank from me and inhaled my breath into his own mouth like a reverse shotgun. My hands shot to his hair, gripping the silky strands and he moaned. The vibrations went straight to my soaked panties, my pussy clenching around nothing, as another wave of slick filled them. Noah broke the kiss to trail hot open mouthed kisses down my neck and bit down right where my neck meets my shoulder, sucking the skin. Marking me. The sounds that came out of me were filthy. I couldn't help it.

Breaking the hold Noah had on me, he yanked my shirt over my head before tossing it over his shoulder. One large tattooed hand gathered both of mine together, placing them over my head as he layed me down. The other danced patterns on my skin, trailing over my breasts, stomach and grazing the inside of my thighs where he pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.

"All this syrup for me, pretty girl? I'm flattered. I'm going to devour you with my tongue and then split you open and destroy you on my cock", Noah said darkly before shifting himself down between my thighs. I stared at him in shock as he ripped my panties in two before tossing the scraps away. Without any further warning, he lowered his head, his lips attached to my swollen clit as he thrust two expertly long fingers inside my dripping cunt to the knuckles and curled. The action had me throwing my head back and screaming out his name at the orgasm that hit me out of nowhere.

Slow licks, fingers thrusting and curling against my g-spot had me coming all of three times. My legs were shaking, a thin layer of sheen covered my body and I was sure I had destroyed Noah's sheets. I tried to push his head away from me, the sensitivity to my clit and overworked cunt too much to handle but he didn't waver and managed to pull another orgasm from me that damn near had my body snapping as I threw my head back, gripping his sheets for anchorage and my thighs tightened around his head.

"Please, Noah...! Give me your cock. Please, please...I need you", I begged, trying to catch my breath. Noah lifted his head and crawled slowly up my body. Somewhere in all of this, he got rid of his boxers and I caught a glimpse of the monster he was hiding. No way in Hades would that fit. He chuckled again before lowering himself to thrust his tongue past my lips at the same time his long, thick cock pirced my pussy and hit my cervix to the base. The sudden onslaught, feeling that full, had me tearing my lips from his to scream out an orgasm so blinding I almost passed out. Noah slapped a hand over my mouth, the other coming back around my neck as he thrust brutally inside my walls. In. Out. In. Out. Hard, deep and relentless.

"Noah, please, I can't...you're too big", I begged, my nails raking down his back.

"Yes, you can...Come on, pretty girl... Squeeze my cock...give me all of you", he said against my lips. Was there really anything left to give? He had my heart and now my body. He owned me.

"Mine", Noah snarled.

More thrusts, faster this time. Deeper, if that was possible. The head of his cock kept hitting my cervix. The orgasm that shimmered just below the surface was going to ruin me. My thighs tightened around his hips as he jackhammered himself inside me and with one final thrust, he unloaded thick ropes of hot cum against my walls, the act causing the orgasm that was building to unleash. I threw my head back and screamed into Noah's hand. My back bowed and his other hand left my neck to wrap his arm underneath me, my thighs squeezed his hips again and my dripping cunt clamped down on his cock. His hips slowed as he held himself inside me and rained kisses all over my skin where he could reach.

"Noah..", I whispered, my body slack in his hold. He kissed my forehead, wrapping his long arms and legs around me like a cage.

"Sleep, pretty girl...just sleep", Noah whispered back, his softening cock slipping from the tight confines of my now aching cunt. My eyes fell shut, the sound of Noah's breathing lulling me to sleep...

Thank you for reading 😉

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cardcaptorsakura96 · 6 months

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Finding Each Other-Chapter 1

Fandom: Superman, Batman, Shazam, and Wonder Woman

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson, Diana Prince, Billy Batson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Kara Zor El, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Lex Luthor, Jonathan Kent, Connor Kent

Summary: Clark Kent always knew he wanted a family. He just always thought it would be traditional like his parents. Little did he know that destiny had something different in store for him.

When Clark was growing up, society had a way of strongly instilling in him that a nuclear family was the norm. A mother, a father, a son, and a daughter. There were examples of it in every TV show he watched, and every book and magazine he read.

However, that all changed when his parents dropped a bombshell on him when he was twelve. The first of his many powers, heat vision, came in. Needless to say, he was scared shitless especially since he burned multiple holes into his room while screaming like a maniac. It was at that point his parents revealed the truth that they didn’t just adopt him. They found him in a spaceship that had crashed into their barn. When his parents showed it to him, he couldn’t believe it. He stared at the ship for a while before touching it and when he did, it instantly brought out a hologram of his biological dad explaining that he was the last son of a dying planet. Clark soon became overwhelmed and a new power emerged, super speed, that helped him run away to cool his head in Antarctica of all places.

Soon he started to figure out other things about himself. While he found women attractive, he felt the same way about men too. He made that discovery when he saw Morgan Jackson exiting the shower room at school wet. His parents discouraged his powers in public, but he made the exception that day to avoid his fellow peers seeing the bulge that had started to form in his pants. At that point, he started to realize that he was not the norm. As he got older, he began to wonder, what is the norm? That question came up more and more after he entered college. What was normal in his conservative small town was vastly different from the outside world. The nuclear family doesn’t have to be a man and woman having 2.5 children. It can be two males having a child, or two females having a child. A single person can have a child by themselves. Hell, you don’t have to have children to become a family. Being blood doesn’t always make you a family. Sometimes people find others who share the same goals as they do and make their own families. Clark always wondered what type of family he would have. He always admired his family's upbringing, but often wondered if destiny had something else different in store for him. Little did he know, he would start on his journey to familyhood a couple of days before his 24th birthday.

Clark was just about to go to bed for the night after patrolling Metropolis when he received a call from Lois asking him to come over. She said she was fine, but it was 3 am when she called. He had known her for four years and she had never called that late. Clark quickly changed back into his super suit and went to her apartment. He landed on her balcony like he had thousands of times before. She was one of the few people who wasn’t instantly fooled by the glasses and plaid shirts. Lois had figured out Clark's identity the second day they met. However, she kept it a secret and they have been best friends ever since. When Clark came in through the balcony of her apartment, he spotted Lois in the living room pacing back and forth.

Clark frowned and said, “Is everything alright Lois?”

Lois looked up startled at Clark and said, “Oh, Clark. I didn’t realize that you arrived already.”

Clark looked at her hesitantly and said, “Well, you did ask me to come over. You sounded kind of off over the phone. Did something happen?”

Lois looked at him hesitantly for a moment before looking downward and twiddling her thumbs.

Clark went up to Lois and gently took her hand to lead both of them to the couch to sit down.

Clark then turned to her and said, “You know Lois, you can tell me anything. I promise not to judge no matter what it is.”

Lois looked at him with weariness in her eyes and sighed.

“I found out some upsetting news about my family history.”

Clark frowned and said, “What?”

“Lucy and I always avoided my mom’s side of the family. Our dad went no contact with them after our mom died when I was four. We got back in contact with them when we found out my sister was sick this year.”

“You mean when Lucy found out she had stage II ovarian cancer?” asked Clark.

Lois nodded and said, “Yes. We knew that cancer was not common on our Dad’s side, but her doctor recommended Lucy find out our mother’s side because the particular strain of cancer that Lucy had seemed more aggressive than usual. She was able to beat it for now but after many surgeries though. We decided to talk to our maternal grandfather who informed us all the women in his family had gotten cancer. The women in the family die from it before the age of 40.”

Lois had tears started flowing down her face.

Clark instantly embraced her and started rubbing soothing circles around her back.

“I am so sorry to hear that,” said Clark softly.

Lois sniffed while pushing back from Clark and said, “Lucy is pissed and has been directing her anger at our father. If he had let us interact with our mom’s side sooner, we would have been better prepared. My dad wants me to talk to her to calm her down, but I can’t blame her for being angry though.”

Clark noticed that she avoided details and asked, “Did you get yourself tested?”

Lois nodded while sniffling and said, “I did. I have tested clean so far. However, I am going to have to be tested every couple of months for it.”

Clark looked started and asked, “Every couple of months?”

Lois nodded and said, “The cancer that the women in my family typically get is fast-acting, and they usually don’t find out until the cancer has reached its final stages. Lucy was lucky in a sense that she found out sooner than normal because she was injured during the line of duty and they found the cancer during their thorough examination of her.” Lois sighed while rubbing the back of her neck and said, “And this isn’t even half of it.”

Clark raised his eyebrow and asked, “Did something else happen?”

Lois leaned back in her chair and said, “While they did my examination, they did notice that my egg count was extremely low for my age.”

Clark frowned and asked, “What does that mean?”

Lois sighed and said, “The doctor said that if she had just looked at the test results without seeing me, she would have thought I was a woman in my mid-50s about to go through menopause.”

“Oh,” said Clark softly.

Lois wiped a tear that had started to trickle down her face and said, “It really sucks to know that your body is turning against you.”

Clark gave a soft smile while rubbing Lois’ back and said, “I am so sorry Lois.”

Lois smiled meekly and said, “I know it could be worse. It is just the news had made me reevaluate my life plans and goals and now I have to rearrange things that I was going to do way later.”

Clark raised an eyebrow and asked, “Like what?”

Lois looked at him nervously and said, “Remember how we said that if we didn’t find anyone by the time we were 40, we would have a child together.”

“Yes,” asked Clark warily.

Lois chuckled nervously and said, “What would you think of doing it now?”

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deafsignifcantother · 2 months

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respect and terror (nsfw)

♥ summary: most people in hell born after the 1900s recognized you as 'the most gorgeous murder victim'. you spread through the news internationally in the living world, and you still get recognized to this day in hell. you make a deal with your bestie zestial so he can teach you how to be a powerful overlord. the reason he agrees is not because of kindness, but obsession. ♥ relationships: zestial x deaf, childish woman reader ♥ word count: 4.8k ♥ pinterst board bc i became so obsessed with her character that now she's an oc ♥ stuff: cuncnglgilius or however it's spelt ♥ details about reader: reader talks, reader died around the early 20th century, she was a college student but died before her 20s, zestial is going absolutely ballistic over her but only lowkey ♥ notes: wrote the end while high off of my mind, realistically her and zestial wouldn't know the same sign language but fuck you fuck you fuck you if everybody understands every language then let me imagine people would understand signs from around the world

You had a noticeable face to those who knew you when you were alive. You remained human-like, with a face proportional to the features you were known for, with fingers wearing nails instead of claws, and you remained the same height. Perhaps your soul's idea of Hell was being recognized.

Your beauty was captivated. Hundreds of men saved newspapers that had your face plastered on the cover—WANTED INFORMATION ON YOUNG GIRL TORTURED AND SLAIN.

You died dressed as modestly as any college student in the 20s would, but the pictures that found the spotlight were of your death, as naked as the first humans, legs missing, forearms hanging loosely from where the elbow once attached them.

A missing head.

Your nude body was broadcast to the entire world.

Even Alastor made a double take when he saw you. You're the one he grew up hearing about.

Vox heard about you through Valentino, who pulled up a picture of you on Sinstragram.

"Do you remember this pretty face~"

"Uhm," he squinted at the phone, staring hard at the tiny pixels. It took him only a few seconds, especially considering it was Val showing him. "Holy shit."

You tried to live your days in peace, though. You could tell when somebody recognizes you. You'd never thought you'd face paparazzi from having your bare body publicized.

You found relief in one soul that often invited you in for tea and let you stay for hours. One that loved to hear stories about your life and the things you'd do. And what he loved most about you was your performances. With an innocent fascination, he'd lead you onto an eloquent stage and watch you dance. He hadn't seen ballet since he was alive.

He often sauntered whenever he visited Carmilla. He found peace in how everybody avoided him; it satisfied him greatly, knowing he maintained his power even after all these years. Being an Overlord was a sanctuary. Being a feared Overlord means infinite power. One would rather stab themselves than spark a conversation with him. He had less than a handful of allies, nevertheless friends.

But with the most casualness, you touched Zestial's back, motioning for him to turn to you. He stopped walking, his body heating, but with your hand slowly pulling away, he recognized the touch.

"Zestial, I haven't seen you in a while." you signed once he looked at you. You continued to walk, stepping backward as you smiled, having him match your stride once he resumed alongside you. You turned to face the street ahead again.

He wore a look of slight amusement. Once locked behind his back, his hands raised in front of him. "Ah, truly a rarity is thou. T'is a pleasure to be graced by thou presence once more."

Of course he's noticed your little habits of hiding away from the public eye. But admittedly, he did the same.

"Did you miss me? Little me?" The look in your eyes is always innocent. You died before you made it to your 20s, a beginner in college, though being surprisingly tolerated by somebody as old as him.

He found interest in your booming influence, and you found comfort in his disinterest in your 'recognizable' appearance.

He hummed and tapped his chin, a habit he got from you. "Indeed. Thou art a fascinating anomaly to me... a singular diamond in the rough of Hell."

When he finished, he ran a pointed finger down your cheek, his fingers stable through the movement of his feet.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Other people stared in terror. You glanced down the streets, locking eyes with those who stared with anguish on their faces. You smiled at them, eyebrows turned upwards, an unnatural and forced sadistic expression that had been captured on many cameras throughout Hell. But throughout your glares, nobody found themselves to fear you.

Zestial could almost hear your every thought, and the smile on your face gave you away even more. "I can sense a wicked thought brewing within that brilliant mind of yours, little one. Pray tell, what might be on thy lips?"

"I hate them all. I want to make them fear me as much as they fear you." Your stare turned serious. "This amount of power is admirable. You know how people see me. I'm tired of being perceived as so pathetic. I wish they all would die."

He glanced around, watching the crowds continue to flee before looking back at you. "I can understand that anger, dearest girl, but power cannot be forced in the way thou art implying. Power like mine is not merely handed out. It is earned. By force."

"Teach me." Your face faltered, a desperation you've been hiding. "Tell me how I can spark fear. Tell me how I can terrify the masses, I want to be an overlord, too."

He hummed once again, smiling at your hopeless plea.

"It is no simple task to instill fear in others. In many ways, the very act is a curse... but if thou truly desire it then my words might thee to such." Perhaps Carmilla could wait for another day. He stopped before you, placed a slender hand on your shoulder, and signed with the other. "Thou desire strength, little one?"

"I do," more than anything, "I'd murder everyone in Hell if it meant being feared."

You took his hand and put it to your ribcage, feeling your heartbeat before you dropped it, continuing. "Zestial, my dear, you must understand how I feel."

"So bold... so full of fire and conviction. Then I shall show thee the path to power. I shall teach thou how to gain that which thou desire: respect and terror."

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His carpet tickled your feet every time you stepped through his living room. You dragged your feet, enjoying the feeling, unaware of the scratchy noise it brought. He was waiting for you by the dining table, pouring in your cup with a flare as he lifted the kettle, letting it pour with intensity. He stared down with a smile, a painfully vain attempt to lighten the mood from your grumpy expression. He sat in the lounge chair next to you.

He picked up his teacup, sipping from the steaming tea for a moment before setting it down and folding his hands. Once settled, he glanced over at you, a smile on his face.

You mentally prepared yourself, which showed weakness within itself. You sank into the couch. "How long did it take you to start being scary to people?"

He unfolded his hands. "It took me decades upon decades, little one. But I can sense thou hast no true patience. I can sense thy ambition from here. But to start on this path... Tell me, why would others think thou and easy target?"

"I'm pretty." The answer was too simple, but you second-guessed everything you said whenever you talked to him. His wisdom altered your beliefs. With a finger to your chin, you considered other things. "And I'm not too physically violent. That's a start."

He nodded, a small one, his brain going through his memories of you. "'Not too physically violent', is that so? I cannot say I'm not surprised."

He watched over at you briefly, studying your reaction as you frowned at him. He gave you a slow blink before returning to his tea. Again, he took a long sip, his eyes began to glow. You took a sip of yours, hiding the awkwardness. His fingers tapped the cup, the material being hollowed-out horns of other demons crafted into a container. He took no time to start signing again once he placed it down. "Being beautiful is a trait that invites others to approach, indeed. It's a double-edged sword. But what thou does is run away, correct?"

Your eyes were unfocused when you tried to search your memory. You never realized how people have started approaching you less and less, though your fear of others has remained the same.

"Yes, I run away. I don't yell at them. I know that's the reaction they want."

"And has running worked in thy favor?"

"Eventually." It took a second for you to come to a conclusion. "I wonder if it's because they know you like me."

His smile groeds. He leaned back in his chair. "I suppose thou has a point, dearest one. But even with me on thy side, they still try, do they not?"

"Once or twice." You smiled at the memory of him tearing apart a man who had tried to talk to you. It was flattering, especially how he got bloody despite not liking the feeling. "Soon, I'm going to be able to defend myself without you. I might start bringing a knife around. No! That's too simple. An axe? That would be so fun."

His smile morphed into a grin. "I agree, a knife is simple. An axe? Thou might start with something more civilized, like a rapier. T'is bold indeed to think thou would defend thineself alone. But with proper knowledge and training, thou just might."

"And you're here to help." You grabbed your teacup in a swift movement, cheering it to him. He raised his teacup and tapped it to yours. You continued, "I will cherish you forever. We can be side by side as overlords. Doesn't that sound nice, Zestial?"

"Indeed, little one. It would be a great honor to have thou standing by my side, to watch thou grow into a powerful, deadly overlord." He stood, and your heart dropped when he approached you. He knelt before you, not touching you, but staring into your eyes. You'd never seen him from this angle.

You clenched your fists to hide your shaking hands, and when you lifted them, the stability was promising. You chewed on the inside of your mouth, pulling your gums between your teeth. "Then let it be so."

"I have no doubts that thou will. I can feel the fire in thou heart, and I will put it to good use. But there is one thing I want from you."

You leaned closer, your smile growing. It was not entirely genuine but rather sly and ready for anything.

He studied your eyes. "So eager. Hm."

He didn't remove his eyes from your face. After glancing from your eyebrows to your jaw, he locked his eyes on yours, more serious than before. "There is one condition. If thou expect me to teach thou anything, thou must do as I say without question."

"Always." It came faster than you intended. Your eyes searched his face in return. He didn't seem to have any murderous intent, that's good. "Just be nice to me."

"How could I be anything but kind to a dear little sinner like thineself? At last, can thou do that for me?"

His glow reflected in your own eyes. "What if I want you to do the things I say? Can you do that for me?" You licked your lips, breath stuck in your throat. "Would you never be nice to any other girl?"

He leaned his head back, unsure of how to react. Where did you get this boldness?

"Loyalty? Never be nice to another... an interesting request, little sinner. Can thou handle such loyalty from me?"

Your smile dropped into a smirk. Was that flirting? You leaned forward, copying him, but tilting your head to the side to better face his. You could almost kiss him. "Whatever could you mean by that?"

He lifted a slender hand forward and dragged a finger down your cheek. It was the simplest of affection, and it only lasted a second. "It's a simple question, really. Would thou be able to handle such undivided attention from me?"

"Everybody will fear me. Everybody will know how much you cherish me, how obsessed you'll come across. What else could I ask for? Do you want to make a deal on it?"

"A deal? Are thou truly bold enough to offer a deal to an Overlord of my age? But I'll entertain the idea. Continue."

"You help me acquire an overlord status, and I will worship you for my entire life." You placed a hand on his chest, trying to feel his heartbeat. With one hand, you continued. "As long as you swear to always treat me well, or to treat me at all."

"Worship?" He grabbed your hand, returning it to you, not before gripping it tightly. "I do suppose I could make some time for you. But I do have one change to the agreement."

"Fine." Through the aggressive movement of your signing hand, you had a bright smile, one you wished he couldn't see. You took back your other hand. "I can't promise I'll accept it."

"I doubt thou will find my new condition particularly upsetting. Consider this, thou shall be mine and mine alone... I shall have thy complete and undivided attention for eternity."

"We'll stay with each other? Is that what you mean?" You leaned back. "Does the oldest overlord in Hell want to be with a girl like me?"

His intense gaze didn't frighten you; you found it a bit enticing. "Thou has a habit of questioning the intentions of your seniors, little one. Do not presume to think thineself unworthy of someone like myself."

"Oh, dearest you. Then shake my hand. Let's swear our futures together."

His smile widened, filling his cheeks. "Once sworn, thou cannot go back on thy word."

"I'd never dream of it." You scooted forward, your thighs close enough to wrap around his body. "This day forth, I'll do anything for you."

He grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly in his much larger one.

"Good, good. And thou... Thou are now mine to care for, mine to protect." He matches the look in your eyes. "Mine to cherish forever."

"And now you're gonna keep up on your side of the deal. You have to find a way to make me powerful. Are you up for the task?"

"An overlord to take under my wing. Of course, my dearest lady. I shall ensure tho grow into the most powerful overlord this realm has ever seen."

"We can start tomorrow. But tonight, I'd like to test you on the other part of the deal."

"Oh? And what part of our deal would that be, little sinner?"

"The undivided attention. I'd love to learn what you mean by that. Will you show me?"

Oh, how assertive you'd become. "Let me demonstrate."

He grasped your hand, bringing it up to his mouth and placing a kiss on it before yanking you close to him, your thighs on either side of his ribs. The gasp you let out is like music. The feeling of your pounding heart mades your legs weaken.

The power dynamic was alluring, one that would fill anyone with lust. The most charming part was how he's always a gentleman and treats you as if you were an angel within Hell.

His softness returned when he brought a hand to your cheek, caressing it, but his violent tendencies returned as he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. His eyes were heavy but not unkind. His other hand found a place in your vision. "Calm thineself, my dear. I can feel thy warmth."

When he leaned closer, you brushed your lips against his, gentle enough to test the context of the moment. Your hands still found themselves around his neck. He let out a hum, returning the soft movement. You could feel his chuckle against your lips.

You pulled away, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

He started. "Does thou truly want to be gentle?"

You gave him the most sadistic smile he'd ever seen from you as you tugged him, motioning him to get on the couch beside you. He relented, amusement in his body language. He stood up straight, but you pushed him back, sitting on his lap, your thighs against his hips, your pelvis against his stomach as you sat tall. His hands immediately grabbed your hips. You took the initiative and kissed him again, wrapping your hands around his neck and digging your nails into his skin. He pressed you closer, your hipbones against his lower ribs, and he basked in the heat emitting from your lower half.

The passion and fervor he kissed you back proves he was keeping his end of the deal. You couldn't escape from his grip when he forced you down against his pelvis, stretching the muscles of your thighs around him. He pulled you back and forth against his groin in a slow, deliberate grinding motion. Was this contemporary affection that he'd always heard of or a medieval form of teasing that he was accustomed to?

A dreadfully salacious sound left your throat. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders for stability. The lack of breath in your lungs made you lightheaded. When did you start panting?

Your hips moved in rhythm with his hands, struggling against his slow force.

His tongue ran across your skin, animalistic. He released one of your hips, bringing a hand up to your nape, gripping your skin as if you were a kitten.

You used the freedom to drag your crotch against his in a long thrust, spreading your thighs as far as they could go to fall farther against him.

Zestial hissed loudly, the sound going unheard, gratefully. Your eagerness was going to drive him insane. Both of his hands reached back to your pelvis, forcing you to repeat that slow movement again and again. There's something comforting knowing you wouldn't hear how forthright he was being with his pleasure.

This friction was not enough. The clothes between you became torturous. You gripped his coat, sinking your fingers into the fabric. He grinned against your neck, eyes shut as he enjoyed your frustrated moans and desperate clinging. His hands moved again, traveling up and up your sides, under your shirt, feeling the skin on your back. Don't be impatient, my little sinner.

"You're torturing me," your voice was close to his ear. "Just take me already. I know you want to. I know you want to force yourself deep inside of me. So do it, Zestial."

A hand moved quickly, removing itself from your shirt and gripping your hair to yank your head back. "Ask for it," he signed with the other. "Thou will have to use thy voice. Let me hear thy pleas."

You always seemed to be posed, so confined, but as you begged for his cock, he realized he had cracked you open. "Fuck me, please, please. Cum inside of me, Zestial."

Your voice was salacious; he could never imagine how filthy your words could get. He stood, still holding you to him, and you toiled to keep your arms wrapped around him as he twisted around and slammed you against the couch. He trapped you between him and the cushions, one of his legs off the bed and the other's knee on your side. With one hand holding him up, the other signed with smooth, seductive motions. "Remember, thou asked for it."

He grabbed the bottom of your shirt and yanked it up your torso. He watched the up-and-down movement of your diaphragm. With one motion, he would be able to slice you open and pull out the pulsing organ. His eyes darkened at the thought. You'd be so perfect when gasping for your life. Would you sound the same as now?

Your hand found its way between you, you signed slowly. "I never take back my word."

"Thou are far too willing to throw thineself at me to ever take your words back."

When he finished his tease, he leaned down until his body was hovering over you, leaving you unable to sign your response.

Your voice was shaky, and your confidence in your accent was gone. Forcing you to speak must be a form of humiliation that he enjoyed. "What are you going to do to me now?"

So vulnerable, so needy. Zestial opened his mouth, speaking, confident you'll only catch a few words. "Everything. I intend to do everything to you."

His fingers slowly undid the fastenings of your pants, his breathing starting to grow more strained. When was the last time he touched somebody like this? Since he's felt the urge to? In a second, his gaze seemed to falter. Is your hellish form capable of luring people in?

When you put your hands on his biceps, face hot and heart pulsing, he decides that his hunger for you is a humanistic instinct to breed.

You raised your hips, core pulsating, aching for his undivided attention. He pulled your pants down to your calves. Your nails ripped into the fabric before you caressed his ribs, feeling each one individually. Your thighs pushed together slowly, intending to tease, to hide yourself from him. But his hands shot down to your legs, pulling them open. You whimpered, squirming, trying to get him to soften his grip. But he only slid his hands around you, pulling your pelvis closer to him, making contact with his dick, hard and throbbing.

You bit your lip. "It's a part of our deal to be kind to me. Going slow isn't very kind, is it?"

He propped himself up high, lifting a hand. "I did make a promise to thou, haven't I?"

He laughed at your attempts to squirm. Your attempts were futile, especially when he leaned back, pulling your body as if you were made of feathers. He was practically sitting up, and your lower half was lifted off the couch. You raised your pelvis, and he instinctively bucked back against you, rutting so hard that your pelvis fell back into the bed. He found himself kissing your neck again, lips gently kissing and sucking against your skin before slowly trailing kisses downwards. His mouth had sharp edges that ran across your skin like a blade. He moved down to the sensitive skin on your stomach, and your breathing caused it to move against his lips as he bobbed his head, matching the rhythm and capturing every beat.

His movements were sharp. They showed the gentlemanly nature of his generation while also revealing the presence of dominating tension that reeks of contemporary lust. He kissed you with soft traces while digging his nails into your hips.

His kisses became more inflexible when he reached your pelvic area. He paused, hot breath against your inner thigh, and you could feel the position of his head as he slowly moved down, his body sliding down the couch with it. His lips pressed against the stretched tendon when he held your legs in place. His heavy breathing scared you, but you didn't process how he worked by identifying your mature pheromones—his gusts tickled.

When you gasped, he pulled his head back to look up at you. Your eyes were closed, your teeth clenching, and you were trying not to release the sensual sounds your body was threatening to produce.

A low hum came from his throat. When you open your eyes, it's not because of his lifted head but rather because of the fast movement in which he dipped it closer to your core. His head was back were it belonged.

Your hand lifted without hesitation, a simple sign capturing his attention. "Thank you."

He lifted himself. "Are you thanking me right now? For I haven't even begun."

Your eyes flickered up to the ceiling. "I've decided to thank you before and after the process."

"Very thoughtful of thou, my little girl."

And his head dipped against you again, your body still in case any movement would ruin the instant or make him stop. He kissed your underwear, lips pressing into your slit, the feeling so satisfactory it's as if your life had begun again.

Zestial is touching me; THE Zestial is touching me. It's a dream, something irreplaceable.

He kissed the top, right where the skin started, your eagerness became palpable. He moved quicker, putting more pressure against you, his tongue sliding up your slit, rubbing through the cloth. You arched your back, your pelvis bucking against his face. The saliva from his tongue mixed with your juices. You squeezed your fists, mouth agape and panting, causing you to be lightheaded.

You did what he was waiting for: you reached down and pulled your underwear to the side, giving him full access to your body.

His hum got muffled by your folds. The instant you allowed him full access, his hand on your lower half suddenly tightened again, holding you in place, his tongue working quickly and aggressively, desperate to taste and feel you, giving you everything he has. Oh how you submited to him and gave him full control over you.

All you could do was grip the cushions beside your head.

At first, he was licking with the flat of his tongue, but the moment he decided to feel deeper, he began swaying the pointed, thick tip of his tongue to reach the edges of your hole.

Zestial, the fucking infamous Zestial, allowed you to grab his head and force his tongue against your pulsing clit. He took the command well, running his tongue in circular motions with the direction of your moving hips. His grip on you lightened, allowing you to use his tongue for your pleasure, teaching him how you wanted him. And he was a fast learner. When his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud of nerves, the muscles in your stomach clenched as you arched your back towards him, voice loud as you screamed his name. All he did is laugh at you; what a weak little sinner, running his tongue up and down, sucking, and you writhed in the overstimulation.

He also soothed you, running his hands gently on either side of your thighs, delicate against the roughness of his mouth. Your eyes squeezed shut; you sucked in air through your teeth. But this was what you asked for.

His tastebuds threatened to tear you apart.

He pulled back, a bright smile on his face. He kept an eye on your ribs and how they expanded and contracted. He had intended this—the overstimulation, the borderline pain. But it was time to make you cum, to let you get what you deserved. He was going to be nice to you, as he promised.

The tip of his tongue continued the round strokes, your scent filling his nose, your sweet sap providing more lubrication than his saliva ever could.

"Thank you," you breathed out. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Your muscles tensing only made your body more sensitive, the perking of your clit providing more space for him to stimulate.

With each inhale came the promise of cumming, and with exhale made it lessen. You held your breath, mind spinning, trying to prevent your body from edging itself. But you needed air. Zestial increased his speed whenever you let your air out, sensing what you intended to do.

And with one last mountain of pleasure, you came, bending forward and digging your nails into his knuckles. The bright glow of his eyes almost blinded you; it was as if you were shining.

His own cheeks heated at the debauchery of it all.

He pulled away from you for a moment, his eyes unable to stop shining, his face mouth full of you. He took a few moments just looking at your face, staring at how your body continued to respond and how absolutely pleased you looked. He grinned, letting you lay back on the couch, your body shaking and still in ecstasy. He slowly moved up from between your legs to look into your eyes.

You lifted a trembling hand. "Perhaps the overlord status will come from the soon-to-be obvious sexual relations."

He grinned and moved up to hover over you on the couch, his hands on either side of your head, looking down at you, still enjoying how you struggled to focus on him. He raised one. "Then I shall endeavor to claim more of thou in the future."

"The future?" Your eyes flickered back to his. "Is it too late to add that to our deal?"

"Oh, my dearest sinner, it is most assuredly added to our delightful deal."

"With great power comes great responsibility" or whatever, but you've never seen Spiderman.

You might be the most irresponsible woman in all of Hell. You grab onto his in public, sometimes even pressing your chest against it in the most luscious manner. Carmilla will shake her head at your actions. It makes you an easy target; if somebody kills you, they'd have corrupted one of his weaknesses. But you'd never let that happen. You end up carrying around an axe, beheading any man who tests you. You keep their heads placed outside of your home as a warning, as a promise of destruction.

The childish woman you are went from being a victim to being the hunter.

And with how much you smile at the overlord meetings, bringing coffee to people as if you're a secretary, nobody would have been able to suspect the massacre you cause.

Young girl tortured and slain, and vicious men plagued and extinguished.

Just how Zestial taught.

#x reader #x deaf s/o #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #zestial x reader

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luxurydumpsterfire · 19 days

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Hazbin Hotel ships I like!!! 1¡!!¡(In no particular order) (Includes non-canon ships) (This is just for fun and is not meant to offend anyone!) (Okay, I'm going to stfu now).

Let's go!

Radiodust!

These two live in my head rent free,all day,every day,24/7,365.

And most of the time they're kissing.

Anyways.

We know that they both lived in the same decade and have similar tastes in music and cuisine,which is already a great start! I also love the idea of Alastor adoring everything about Angel EXCEPT for the sex. Cause let's be real,Angel needs that. He deserves a complete and total gentleman who would never lay a finger on him; Especially after tolerating abuse from you-know-who, cough,cough,fuckyouValentino,COUGH.

Also,the tropes??? Good old fashioned lover boy x Killer Queen? Mafia x Serial killer? Hello???

10/10, Literally one of my favs.

2. Chaggie!

My babies!

Okay, I admit these two are very cute. Since neither of these two age normally, Charlie's a hellborn and Vaggie's a fallen angel,it means they'll get to grow old together! :)

I love the opposites attract trope and these two are no exception!

I would definitely like for them to get more screen time in the second season 2,since they didn't get much in the first one,but other then that, they're perfect!

3. Nifty x Baxter

(Do these two have a ship name? Idk?)

Baxter hasn't even come on to the show yet but I can already tell these two are going to be Chaos gremlins,in their own,lovable,concerning ways 😌

4. Lucililith

I don't believe for a SECOND these two aren't in love,even if just a little bit.

Yes,yes,yes,I know they're divorced. AND? THEY CAN STILL GET BACK TOGETHER! THEY'RE IN THEIR DIVORCE ERA, GUYS.

I think it's mostly the fanart that got me hooked,lol. And the fact that I would love to have them as my parents, honestly.

5. CasinoBomb

(No photo for this one,sorry 🥲)

I...I don't know,man,@zaebeecee 's posts about them altered my brain chemistry and...I DON'T KNOW WTF HAPPENED,IDK

I just saw one of their posts and the more I thought about it,the more I liked it

Something about them just clicks,you know? It's one of those ships that makes no sense but also a lot of sense.

Also,if you don't know what characters I'm talking about, it's Husk x Cherri bomb.

5. Radiorose

He doesn't mind her touching him 😢

They're so cute,omg 😭

Look at them!!! 💗💗💗

Although I mostly prefer them as besties, I also like the idea of them being together. You can tell he's a lot more comfortable with her then anyone else in the show and I love that ☺️

6. Radiohusk

(Art belongs to @vadoodlevee and it will be taken down if I am asked to).

Ah yes,the two loser old men in love. GIVE THEM TO ME.

They've known each other for years and are sick and tired of each others bs. They know what the other like's and dislike's because they're begrudgingly stuck together. They actually can't stand each other.

I'M SOLD!

And no, I'm not glorifing the slave x master thing. I've shipped these two HARD since the pilot,so calm down.

Alright, let's get more into the crackships/rarepairs. Not counting Casinobomb cause we know those two have actually met before,lol.

Feel free to give your own personal take on these(as long as they're not hateful)!

7. Caramel Apple!

Apart from me just really liking their ship name,I feel like these two would be a really cute couple. Like,she would take him out to one of her parties when he's feeling down and would comfort him about his relationship with Charlie and with Lilith.

And Lucifer wouldn't be afraid to tell her when it's a good time to tone it down.

I also feel like she would be very polite to Charlie and Vaggie.

And I like the idea of them baking together ❤️

8. Angelic Ballet!

A little hesitant on this one.

So, realistically,these two would probably hate each other. Sera was the one who approved the exterminations,resulting in the death of billions of sinners, which puts Carmila and her daughters in danger. So that's not really a great way to start a relationship...

However, I think in any other circumstances,I think these two would be a nice couple.

They both just want to protect the people they love and are willing to go to extreme measures to do just that. It could be Sera realizing not all sinners are absolute monsters,and some were just people who made mistakes in life. Kinda of like Vaggie realizing the hellborn weren't terrible upon meeting Charlie.

Also, they're both very elegant ladies who need another refined woman to treat them right 😌🏳️‍🌈

#radiodust #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #hazbin cherri bomb #hazbin characters #hazbin chaggie #shipping #radiorose #radiohusk #lucilith #Angelic ballet #queen bee #carmilla carmine #caramel apple

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seeingstarks · 1 year

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hips don't lie

summary : having a huge crush on danny, anna encourages you to act on it. his lil' dance being both a blessing & curse. pairing : daniel garcia x afab!reader (ft. anna jay & chris jericho) cw : cursing, teasing, slight babygirl/daddy dynamic, french/kissing, fondling/touching, begging, cockwarming, lap-sitting, fingering, piv (wrap it b4 you tap it), biting, slight praise/ownership kink, scratching a/n: reblogs are very much appreciated! had this in the drafts for a bit but y'know - got in my head n' all. x) word count : 1,626 words tag list : @harmshake , @adamjf , @josiewrites gif credit : @allelitewrestlings

the moment daniel started doing his little dance you were fucked. being enemies ever since signing with all elite, the two of you were constantly bickering with one another but the moment his hips swayed and hands were up in the air you were at a loss for words. luckily, he never seemed to take notice.

staring up at the monitor, you watched silently as the match went on between chris and daniel. a simple house show as the two men battled in the ring.

daniel managed to slip out of the codebreaker, he was known for his swift reflexes so it came to no surprise.

telling others you weren't impressed with the outcome, daniel winning via pinfall however your facial expressions gave it all away.

"woah, you actually know how to smile - and for danny of all people?" anna questioned with a nudge to your shoulder.

rolling your eyes over at the georgia native you shrugged off her playful nudge, "no idea what you're on about -"

anna held back a chuckle and shook her head, "uh-huh tell that to the big ol' smile on your face, y/n. maybe i should call danny boy over here or get photo evidence, hm?"

no matter how much you denied, your lips couldn't help but curl upwards at the mere thought of daniel. he may be a real pain in the ass sometimes but you liked him, a lot.

a few moments passed by as the next match went on for the night, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through tumblr not finding anything that caught your eye, choosing to ignore anna for the time being.

"ah, i see. we're playin' the quiet game now? bet you and danny can get on real well together - wonder who would lose first." she teased.

not looking away from your phone as the screen shined bright, "anna, you're the only one i've told about my so-called crush on danny. we wouldn't last one night in the same room together."

"without ripping each other's clothes off?" an all too familiar voice rang in your ears, too distracted by your phone to even hear his footsteps, practically jumping off the crate and hiding into anna's arms.

"shit, do you think he heard everything?" you asked anna in a hushed voice while looking up at her, your grin turning into an embarrassed face as you scrunched up your nose, the same one you used to make seeing his dance.

"well, he certainly did now." anna confirmed as you felt a weight shift on the crate and hot breath near your neck, red death himself.

"so, little ms. y/n has a crush on me? should've known when i caught you staring at my hips that one time and not my face.. all that yelling and i only had to shake my hips a lil', hm?" he asked in a taunting tone.

you didn't even move a muscle to look over at daniel but every single fiber in your being wanted to, cheeks starting to heat up the more you hid your face against anna's shoulder shielding his view.

"y'know - y/n really likes watching scary movies. maybe you two could have a night in together, as friends or something more." anna suggested and flashed an encouraging smile.

the georgia native was always there for your ups and downs, especially those you took interest in. once you revealed your crush on danny you never heard the end of it.

"if he's up for it i'm down." your voice was muffled due to hiding against anna, "what's that, babygirl? couldn't hear you.. gonna need you to speak up - you'll be screaming for the neighbours tonight." he winked.

"i'll uh- leave you two be." anna waved goodbye giving you a soft hug as you turned to face daniel, "i'd love to spend tonight with you but i don't think i can wait that long.

"daniel became speechless as he eyed you up and down taking in every last feature from head to toe, absolutely stunning.

he hummed and carefully wrapped his arms around your hips before leaning in to plant his lips on yours.

returning the kiss you deepened it and he allowed your hands to wander as they danced along his abs, sweat still glistening on them from his previous match. you never wanted to come up for air because kissing him felt like the best thing in a long time.

daniel gnawed at your lower lip before slipping his tongue in your mouth, you doing the same as they moved around in no particular motion, hands reaching for any body part as you and daniel sat backstage on the crates fondling each other like two horny teenagers.

that was until someone walked up to the two of you and did a fake cough, "ahem, not that i mind whatever you two have going on but let it happen somewhere else." chris chuckled and threw a locker room key between you both, silently thanking the man as you stood up from the crates and stretched a bit.

"looks like your little friend came out to play-" you giggled.

"trust me, y/n. there is nothing little about chris." daniel added.

"oh- okay. i meant that little friend," you point to his growing buldge moving closer to him trying to hide from the view of others but he thrusted his hips up against you. "but i could say the same thing. making me so needy, danny. let's go, please?"

"don't have to ask me twice, beautiful."

you two swiftly made it to the locker room of which formerly belonged to j.a.s. but would now be used for other purposes. daniel shut the door behind you and took a seat on the sofa, patting his thigh.

"sooo... anna told me a few things you like. wanna come here and warm daddy up?" he asked in a low tone.

your jaw practically fell to the floor hearing those words come out of daniel's mouth. never thinking the day would happen. you nodded your head but instead of walking, crawled over to daniel seductively.

once making your way over to the sofa he pulled his ring gear down and sat you on his lap, "such a good girl, already listenin' so well for daddy danny." he praised.

"mhm.. you're so big. already wet just thinking about it."

"is that so? lemme' see-" you wrapped an arm around daniel and ran your hand along his abs, caressing them as a moan escaped your lips the moment his fingers met with your wet lower lips.

"fuck, you truly are soaked babygirl.. look at you almost making a mess on my thigh. let's get you taken care of, shall we?" he asked.

"yes please, danny. so needy all for you. 'wanna warm your cock up."

not a single word more and he was tearing your shorts and underwear to threads, starting with the tip as he lifted you up and your mouth made an "o" shape daniel wasted no time inserting the entirety of his length inside you.

you squirmed and bucked your hips against his lap, him taking hold of them as you adjusted to his size while small moans of pleasure escaped your mouth, being full of someone never felt so good.

"d-danny.. o-oh my." you nearly moaned his name and he was completely still, you squirming slightly as his warmth consumed you.

"you're so tight, baby. fuck.." daniel bit his lower lip and groaned, "moaning for me and we barely even started, tonight's gonna be fun." he smirked.

daniel began with placing love bites along your neck, starting soft and building up to where they would definitely leave a mark.

"mm, you're all mine now, isn't that right?"

you simply nodded but guessed daniel didn't find that satisfactory enough because he bit harder on your neck and thrusted into you deeply, "d-danny!" you yelled out in pleasure.

"yes, daddy. i'm all yours. every last inch of me." you cooed.

"i could never get tired of this or you, y/n. seeing you sitting on my cock like the good girl you are.. can't help but moaning my name when i," daniel stopped talking briefly and thrusted up into you, feeling hot breath against your neck, "do this.. the noises you make are music to my ears. no matter if we're fucking or going on cute dates together i want it all with you." he confessed his feelings to you, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

the kiss lasted until either one of you had to come up for air, moaning in between it as you felt his cock twitch inside you, "that's all i ever wanted to hear, danny. you and your silly dance make my heart beat twice."

he smiled against your neck before teasing with a few slow and taunting thrusts then doing deep ones which felt like he was up in your stomach, "daniel, motherfuckin' garcia!!!" you scratched along his abs marking him up as he glanced up at you enamoured by the way your breasts bounced when he thrusted into you and how much tighter you squeezed when he went deeper.

sweat beaded on both of your foreheads, feeling a release near however a knock could be heard on the door and it didn't halt daniel's actions.

"be quiet for me, babygirl? wouldn't 'wanna ruin all this fun now would we?"

you shook your head and bit down on your lip, "d-daddy.. feels so good!" you cried out hardly even trying to keep quiet as you came on his cock feeling him burst with one last thrust as you panted.

"good thing i remembered to lock the door." daniel laughed and you playfully punched him.

#daniel garcia smut #daniel garcia x reader #daniel garcia #aew smut #aew fanfiction #wrestling smut #wrestling fanfiction

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auntieinthemushroomhat · 6 months

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Analysing Why Williza Wouldn't Have Worked Out Through The Lens of a Pop Song

Hey, hi, hello!

This is not a post for the Willizas lol

I have no idea how many Stela Cole fans are among the Scarleteers, or, well, the ScarNashers.

This, I know it's a surprise, is not about Patrick and Eliza for once, but Eliza and William, though not in the best light, if that makes up for it, folks.

Stela has a new song called Blood Orange Wine and the lyrics kind of reminded me of Eliza's and William's relationship and how it lowkey went up in flames.

(I do feel I should acknowledge that, as far as I know, Stela's song is about a toxic relationship, which I don't think Eliza's and William's was, but if some of the lyrics fit, what can ya do?)

For your enjoyment:

1, just the title, Blood Orange Wine, itself: Eliza likes to drink wine, not beer, although she does drink whiskey, but usually in the presence of men eg. William, Patrick and probably Moses too (gosh I miss him)

2, I know it wasn't this extreme in the show, buuuut He knew the reasons I was scared of love - she was scared of entering a relationship with William, and I think the the reasons for that are:

a, he was her only family outside of Ivy, if it didn't work out, she would absolutely lose him (which happened in the end, and she didn't really get to have a say in the matter)

b, he was the only person she had ever felt romantic feelings for up until then

c, she had never been in a relationship, whereas William had been known for dallying with actresses, hell, he even courted her childhood bully

d, his image of the wife he wanted to marry differed so much from who Eliza is as a person, and Eliza, rightfully, didn't want to change herself completely just to fit that image

3, Told me he'd catch me if I fell, then he went running off - he confessed his love then upped and left, aka ran off, even though they were supposed to stick together since they were practically family, especially post-Henry's death

4, Knife to my throat until I opened up - again, I don't mean it literally, but he confessed his love, probably knowing Eliza wasn't ready, especially with the bomb that he was leaving for a year

5, He left me bleeding, now I'm freaking out - in that he left her to her own devices in regards to:

a, working out her feelings

b, knowing she was struggling to get cases at Nash & Sons and that she would no longer have access to Scotland Yard the same way without him, even with Fitzroy there (it's a bit redeeming though that he knew Nash was back to help Eliza)

c, knowing she had suffered a probably traumatic experience of not knowing whether he would live or die after getting shot

d, freaking out, as in she is sulking, or as she calls it, brooding, which is totally understandable, in my opinion, looking at the circumstances

6, Oh, I'm losing my forever, he only lets me down

a, Eliza and William were supposed to be endgame (still, I'm glad it didn't happen), they were each other's "forevers" right until they weren't

b, he only lets me down - she had to manipulate him in order to get him to help her, even though she needed his help, it wasn't (just) about her ambition

7, Wrapped around his finger, now my finger's wrapped around this glass

a, remember how important it was whenever they held hands or even their fingers touched?

b, in season 1, she regularly used her more womanly red dress to get him to do what she wanted, aka had him wrapped around her finger, because he wouldn't have helped her earn a living otherwise

Honestly, the more I wrote for this, the angrier I got. I still love William as a character, but they kinda fucked up his whole arc. Respect to Stuart for leaving, even if it wasn't because he saw that this would lead nowhere.

All of this, I think, supports why Patrick is a much better match for Eliza, even just as a friend and partner, but also as a potential love interest.

#miss scarlet and the duke #miss scarlet pbs #msatd #eliza scarlet #william wellington #anti-williza #patrick nash #scarnash #hopefully i won't get too much flack for this xd

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kkbardd · 1 year

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so uhh i got summoned to asurei court, if anyone's interested in my testimony papers, theyre down below the cut. (aka my whole take on how i believe their dynamic would develop in cannon)

asurei isn’t for everyone & its whole point is unhealthy dependence.. toxic yuri if u will.. anything resembling a healthy relationship would only be in one of the alt universes created by the 3rd impact 💀 rei and asuka both have what the other wants (whether it be the worth asuka puts on recognition of piloting skills or rei's desire to break from mindless obedience like asuka seems to do so easily.) They both hate and admire each other for this, and asuka specifically expresses this by lashing out at rei. asuka's whole relationship w lesbian comphet plays a HUGE role into all of this but let’s gloss over it for the time being. (now, with asurei u gotta get a bit delusional cuz cannon doesn’t give us much so from here on out is just my opinion on how it'd play out.)

in terms of rei's POV in this:

rei hates the attention they gets from men, and is especially disgusted by gendo's fake kindness. he sees rei as a replaceable doll and pushes yui's image on them. gendo has never actually seen rei for who they really are, and rei later begins to hate and despise not only gendo but themselves too. in the anime, rei is shown to have self destructive tendencies & suicidal ideation because not only are they constantly being replaced & having their memory wiped, but each time they forget any sort of emotion that they learn in the meantime. recall the scene in which rei, right after being "revived" and left with no memory, sees gendo's glasses. although they cant remember anything, its hinted that their "soul" still remembers and hates him. rei tries to break the glasses but in the end, they’re still unable to defy and break free from their situation. feeling frustrated and helpless, rei starts crying & remarks how this should be the first time they've experienced it but somehow it feels like its not. back to the present, reis acting very reckless in battle and basically using themselves as a meat shield. they're so full of self-hate, and seeing asuka's obvious inferiority to them just upsets them even more. why does she put so much worth on the one thing that acts like a plague to them? compared to these pointless test results on a screen, asuka has something so much more valuable. the ability to think for themselves, to not be someone's doll. asuka's inferiority is almost insulting. rei verbally lashes out at asuka in the elevator, showing defiance that they never knew they could produce. it felt almost liberating. they find that being around asuka gives them emotions that they've always longed for, no matter how ugly they may be. they soon find themselves seeking asuka out, and the inferiority that was once insulting became a means to control and keep her close. asuka, someone who was seemingly invincible and can roam free without care, has one weakness that causes her to crack and shatter from the slightest touch. and that weakness is none other than rei themselves. rei becomes possessive in a way that they've never known possible. so much so that a part of them starts to hate themselves, fearing they've become just like their abuser gendo. nonetheless, rei begins to value their life more. they become deathly afraid of dying & being replaced by some mindless clone that has forgotten everything they now know about asuka and themself.

now what is asuka doing in all of this?

asuka deals with a lot of comphet and its an integral part of her character, so much so that it doesn’t seem right to not mention it. but to quickly summarize, because of this she has a love-hate relationship with attention from men. she feels disgusted by it but gets extremely jealous when it seems like another girl might replace her. then comes rei. (now what most ppl don’t seem to notice is asuka didnt start off hating rei, she tried to be friends but ever since the beginning misato has ALWYAYS pitted them against each other. this of course led asuka to feeling threatened & seeing rei as an enemy. especially since it involves piloting ability, something that asuka sees as her whole point of living.) she begins to hate her because how can someone who is so good at piloting be so brainless and doll-like. that’s exactly what asuka was trying so hard to not become! in this aspect, rei's entire existence defies what asuka has tried so hard to believe in up to this point. her hate & inferiority towards rei is only made worse when she sees that they're not only being objectified by men, but are seemingly unbothered by it unlike asuka. rei is now constantly on her mind, and asuka starts to realize that what she's feeling towards them isn’t just hate. its around the time of the elevator scene that these confusing emotions and inferiorities are at their peak. right after this, asuka goes into battle & is ordered to be rei's backup. she defies this order but receives a mental attack from an angel that causes her to re-live all of her trauma & comphet issues. the person that saved her from this is none other than rei. at this point asuka is at an all-time low, and states that she'd rather be left for dead than saved by someone like rei. she’s still confused by her feelings towards rei, but right now her hatred and insecurity is taking priority. its right after this battle that her synchro rates plummet and she loses the #1 thing she based her life worth on. she then goes out to die in an abandoned building but is eventually retrieved by NERV. I believe that during this time alone, she’s also wallowing in her feelings for rei and coming to terms with a lot of comphet stuff, especially after that psychological attack. right after this the world like ends or whatever but lets forget that for now & extend time cuz the gays need it 🥰 .

rei and asuka at this point realize their feelings in one way or another, and there's a lot of tension in their conversations. asuka is at a very fragile point rn bc of all the stuff that just went on, and rei is unsure how to go about things, half due to their inexperience & half due to their fear of becoming like gendo. however, asuka realizes rei is acting different from before, and advances on them as a way of lashing out. but to her surprise rei is undefiant and actually willingly helpless in her hands. she feels a rush of superiority and is amused by how inexperienced rei is. she also realizes that unlike her previous experiences with men (like when she tried to kiss shinji but didnt want to see, smell, taste, or even feel it & had a mental breakdown afterwards lol ) she actually likes it!? the romantic/sexual affirmation that asuka has always wanted from men like kaji is being fulfilled by rei in a way that asuka feels completely in control & comfortable. she's not forcing herself or being objectified, but rather is taking the lead. this is something she never imagined possible before. and all of this is with rei to boot! the rei that, in asuka's eyes, has always looked down on her and been unobtainable is now melting in her hands like putty. there’s a sense of accomplishment she feels, which makes her want to push rei even more. she finally has authority and to make herself feel better, she takes it out on rei through advances like this. she goes further and further, and in an ironic way, uses intimacy as a form of self-harm. she feels shame and despises herself for doing such things with ill-intent, and with another woman at that. its a toxic relationship that tries to fill the hole in her heart, but only leads to a bigger one forming.

when asuka first advanced onto rei, they felt something unlike anything before. unlike when gendo would often touch their shoulder, rei didnt recoil from asuka's touch. rei also felt something similar to asuka, in that the person who always seemed unbound by anything in now giving them her undivided attention. the fact that this came from an act of anger didnt really bother rei, since they knew from the beginning that was one of the only ways to get asuka to even spare them a glance. rei would gladly become hated if it meant binding asuka to them. in a mix of touch-starvedness & unhealthy dependency on asuka, rei kept looking forward to any interacting with asuka, since it was what really made them feel alive. asuka slowly becomes rei's world and meaning for living, but they eventually realize that causes a great insecurity. asuka is independent and can go anywhere she wants if she feels like it. from rei's pov, asuka desperately wants attention from men, something that rei could never give her. rei's afraid that asuka will leave them, & to tie asuka down they play the role of a villain. rei keeps asuka feeling insecure by becoming what asuka envisioned them as, and slowly starts hacking away at asuka's Achille's heel. rei desperately uses the short time that asuka has given them to engrain themself into her, so much so that asuka would be nothing without them. rei cannot let asuka realize her worth for fear that she would leave them. rei notices that asuka enjoys seeing them helpless and plays the part, almost like a honeytrap. slowly tho I believe that rei starts to take control of the relationship in hopes of making asuka dependent on them.

Asurei is in no way a wholesome relationship, and ik that’s not for everyone.. my vision of a happy end for them would be both of them becoming comfortable in their relationship and finding that the actions they once used to express hatred for themselves and each other is now slowly becoming fueled by love and desire for each other. They form a very unhealthy co-dependence on each other, but for them it works. They cant envision a world without the other in it.

#asurei #i was so surprised i got summoned #am i seen as some kind of asurei-connoisseur #toxic yuri #thats all it boils down to

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mezmer · 4 months

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And before I say another word, I will always feel nothing but empathy for those who suffer chronic pain and I only wish I could make a difference and support these people because I know how much it means to them. Jjahaahaha why the fuck is it so hard for people to talk with me about scoliosis. Epilepsy they're all ears asking me questions. And women with Endo? LOOOVE to talk about their condition. Haa. And of course I genuinely, organically, love to listen to others talk about their chronic illnesses because I know how important it is, and I'm interested to hear their experiences. No hate on women with endometriosis. They just love to talk about it especially when people listen intently. It just hurts so bad how hard it is to get even my own family to give a single fuck beyond "I'm sorry wow changes subject immediately" or "yeah I knew a girl with that back in high school" shit blows my mind. I'm not selfish for wanting an ounce of attention paid to it because I've hardly ever gotten that. I connected to my friend with scoliosis who died of an overdose. Fleetingly, a five minute conversation that meant the entire world, I could cry. The face she made, while telling me what I already know, my truth per se she lived all the same and she lost the battle. God bless her soul and her daughter who lives on. Plus my spinal therapist, Isabella and Ravi, and that is it.

Haha I've known women with scoliosis who are so turned off by me trying to connect. John tells me, well maybe you shouldn't dwell on it. When the fuck do I? Yeah, right now on my tumblr. Irl I dont say a fucking word because nobody has ever cared.

Oh my God, so worth mentioning. When I was younger and naive, I had men find out about my spinal deformity and show so much concern right up to the point they'd say "would a back rub help?" Just to get me to expose my body and allow them to touch my bare skin. I was so fucking foolish. I was so young and so excited anyone cared. I just thought since I mostly spent my time with men, it would make sense they'd show concern. Well, turns out women don't offer teenage girls backrubs. So idiotic. I yearn for anyone to give a fuck. I don't understand why I get fucking interviewed about epilepsy but my spine (bane of my existence, actively ruins almost every aspect of my life, I never have flare-ups, my spine is constantly regressing and worsening. I wake up every morning in a deformed body that is collapsing in on itself. Lol) and I mean whatever. Like I said, I'm hardly asking anything. If things were 5% better. If my family just asked how it's going. I don't give a fuck about anyone helping me with the groceries, I just want somebody to care and it's been like this since my diagnosis. My own parents cut the conversation short every time. What is wrong with the way I speak?

#Idgaf please read it for fucks sake. .

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boozenboze · 2 years

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Pyeon Sang-Wook x Male reader

Females She/Her and She/They DNI

M/n was one of the most helpful people in the apartment. One reason being that he was a Doctor,and he his good friends with Eunhyuk. Before all the crazy shit occured M/n would assist the male with his studies and even helped him with bills. It was hard taking care of yourself along with your sibling with no extra help so he appreciated it.

When Hyun-su came back from gathering stuff throughout the apartment, M/n would be the first person to check up on him before he had to go into the room. The h/c haired male made Hyunsu feel more secured, especially because of the looks the other renters gave him. Hyun-su could never come back down to the main floor without M/n wiping any blood off his face and giving him his portion of food.

Today went by like normal, M/n checked up on Dusik who he had a nice co nversation with. He also went on a walk around the complex to see if he left anything useful in his apartment. As he ascended the stairs, the faint smell off smoke filled his nostrils. He approached and opened the rusted door and grunted when the door jammed.

The noise alerted the man who was outside smoking, which caused him to turn around. The two locked eyes for a while before the man with the cigarette turned around. M/n said nothing and only smiled as he stood next to the man while leaning over the railing. Their was a comforting silence between the both of them as the male puffed out smoke from his mouth.

He didn’t know how it happened.One moment he was standing in a peaceful silence with the gangster looking man only to now be dressing his wounds. The man had came to the main floor with a bite on his shoulder and to top it off he killed one of the residents. M/n himself was slightly scared from the situation, but was left to suspect that the guy may have done something to him beforehand.

The old man ended up tazing him, and because of the role he was given at the complex he had to patch him up. He had ran his fingers through the mans hair that was suprisingly soft although it seemed like he had gel in it before taking off his shirt and disinfecting the bite.

M/n’s eyes widened in shock when he felt something around his neck. His eyes snapped down to the man whom he’d talked to not so long ago. The pressure around his neck left him after a few seconds before a coarse voice spoke to him.

“Sorry.” The injured man said as M/n sucked in some air and massaged his neck.

“Your- ugh fine.” M/n responded as he put some clothes on the nightstand for the man to wear.

“Get some rest Sangy, you gave yourself a bad image by killing that man earlier.”M/n spoke in all seriousness as Sangwook looked to the side.

Now you may wonder, why is M/n acting so calm despite almost being choked out. The two men did know one another.....kinda. M/n would see the man sometimes when he was headed to his apartment. M/n was the one to always greet him but never at all started a conversation. Keep in mind this was when M/n had first moved to the apartments. Out of hospitality and M/n wanting to know his neighbors more invited him over for dinner. He didn’t expect the man to show up but he did. M/n didn’t learn much, but he did learn his name was Pyeon Sangwook. He gave him the nickname Sangy and thought the man didn’t like it because of the look he received. Though that thought was quickly put away when the he stopped saying it at one point and the male made it known that he liked it. Since then they’d either get takeout from a restaurant or eat noodles and sit in slience The silence was never awkward but comforting nonetheless.

“Stay for a bit.” His voice came out groggily as M/n took a seat next to him on the bed. Sangwook sat up and leaned against the board of the bed. His hand reached out to grasp M/n’s, that was surprisingly soft to the touch compared to his calloused ones.

“I thought you died:”M/n spoke truthfully as Sangwook sighed.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, I was to worried about you.” Sangwook spoke softly as M/n chuckled.

“I can handle myself, even you know that.Theirs no point in worrying about me Sangy.” M/n said as Sangwook pulled him closer, before kissing him on the lips. When they pulled away they both were smiling as M/n rested his head on the mans chest.

“Lets stay like this for a while yeah?”

“Yeah...lets do that.”

#male reader #Pyeon Sang wook x Male reader #gay #sweet home x male reader #SWEET HOME REQUEST LOVES #lgbtq #male y/n

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Anything For You

TW: Threesome. Smut. Language. Kidnapping.

SUMMARY: Rafe kidnaps JJ to fulfil one of your fantasies.

Rafe would do absolutely anything for you and you knew it. Embarrassment or wrath left behind him, the smile on your face or the way you chose to show your gratitude was enough to risk anything and everything for. But this would be shown in excess tonight.

WORD COUNT: 2100

REQUESTED FROM WATTPAD

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heyy, would you ever consider writing a threesome story including rafe and jj

Anything For You

“A door?” You teased, turning back to Rafe as he’d just removed the blindfold he’d set across your eyes for the last half hour. A master of suspense of sorts as he favored tormenting you into delayed gratification, he would prompt an expressionless redirection of focus before opening the door before you. Set in an office chair, bound to the arms, and cursing every expletive under the sun, had been a familiar blonde-haired pogue who always made you curious to know his touch.

You loved Rafe, but you couldn’t deny how JJ Maybank made your panties wet without much more than that smirk, a smirk you wanted to ride into a new orgasm.

“I have one stipulation.” He added, catching your arm, as you’d made your way over to the bound surfer rat.

“You can come as many times as you want…but he doesn’t get to.”

You nodded, nearly bouncing on the balls of your feet, before moving towards your ‘gift’. Your fingers were careful to pull the blindfold off of his eyes as it took the blue irises a moment to adjust before narrowing to you.

“What the fuck is going on-” When his eyes focused on Rafe, he spat his familiar expletives that had your boyfriend clenching his fists and jaw, before you made your intentions known.

“Rafe is letting me play with you…” You explained as his eyes sharpened. JJ wasn’t blind. You were Rafe’s girl. Rafe’s sexy, bold, and reckless girl. But still Rafe’s girl. For that, he wasn’t stupid enough to look at you, let alone touch you. Not that he had much of a choice as he was kept in place by the binds forced by your boyfriend.

“I’ve always been curious, JJ…” Your fingers were at his belt, forcing him from his restraints as he cursed and clenched before feeling his cock wrapped by your small but endearing motions.

“Now Rafe is letting me play with you, only if you don’t come…and I don’t want to disobey him…we both know how he can get…” Rafe rolled his eyes as you would look back at him with a smirk, all while pumping JJ.

“Fuck…” JJ groaned, your thumb brushing over his cock’s head and taking the precum to your lips.

“He’s so good, Rafe…But I want both of you.” Rafe and JJ both looked at each other with hatred, but mutual lust for you.

“I said, both.” JJ smirked at how Rafe obeyed, moving to your side as he dismantled his jeans and brought his cock to view. The grin was from the way you had both of them wrapped around your fingers without much more than a gaze from lustful eyes and simple commands they never believed they would acquiesce to in any circumstances. But never before had either of them known a girl like you.

You took Rafe in your mouth, giving him the commitment a boyfriend deserved, especially one who went to lengths such as him. But the way you held JJ in your grasp with fervent focus was enough to nearly accommodate the divided focus. Your ambition continued as both men found pleasure at your guidance, leaving you to grin while biting your bottom lip in a break for breath, at the idea of such power held by their submission.

“Shit…” Rafe breathed as JJ groaned, your body needy for some form of gratification for yourself.

“I know you’re both selfish, but are either of you even going to try to offer to take care of me?” You teased as they both went to speak, JJ’s motions actually forcing the chair into motion, as you were piqued by his desperation.

“Since I already know how good you give it to me, baby…I want to feel how he does…”

“If he comes-” Rafe warned you as you kissed your boyfriend for validation as JJ felt torn between his already fragile morality as he watched the girl who was about to ride his cock now kiss someone else-and not just someone else…a nemesis to his own breed of poverty. But the way you sauntered to him left any reservation at bay while you sunk yourself onto him without anything more than a second’s preparation.

“Oh my God!” You breathed, his foreign stretch making you wince as Rafe’s eyes narrowed to you.

“He better?” Rafe spat with a scoff as you shook your head ‘no’, aware that nobody could compare to Rafe, but JJ was certainly some competition. Even if JJ was bigger, you’d never tell Rafe as you knew it would keep you from getting what you wanted, so you kept your eyes to Rafe while you rode the cock of his enemy,

“Fuck!”

“I mean it, Maybank, you fucking come and I”ll…I’ll hurt Kie-yeah, yeah, yeah…I’ll hurt Kie…”

He clenched his jaw to repress the need to oppose while you diverted your focus from your boyfriend long enough to adore JJ’s straining.

“I thought you’d be able to take a bit more…Kinda disappointed-”

“Untie my fucking hands then and I’ll show you just how much I can take.” He spat behind clenched teeth.

“Would you, baby?” You looked at Rafe. “Please?” He let out a sigh. “I’ll give you some attention, I promise.” He nodded and moved behind JJ, unlatching only one of his hands.

“I don’t trust you, pogue..this is the best you’ll get…Make her happy or I’ll break every finger.”

“Not until I know how they feel-” JJ forced you to kiss him, making Rafe’s jaw clench enough to rattle his teeth into a break, but your eyes flashing back to him in a silent promise was enough to keep him from acting out.

“Untie him, baby…I’m gonna take both of you…” You withdrew from JJ, making him gasp for the sudden absence of your walls keeping his cock warm, as Rafe cut JJ’s other hand free with the pocket knife he held as a warning to the pogue, before both men followed you like mindless slaves.

“Come here…” You invited them both on the bed.

“Don’t you think it’s time you two got along?” They looked at each other before JJ glared.

“I’m not touching him, no matter how badly I need to-” His words were interrupted by your hand to his cock.

“No. I want your attention on me. But I don’t want to worry about one of you strangling the other while I’m in the middle of coming from one of you. So you make nice or neither of you get to come. Is it worth the feud?” You now took Rafe in your other hand, prompting him to consider your words.

“Tell me what I want to hear, boys…”

“Fine-”

“Yeah…” Rafe groaned following JJ’s ill-timed agreement prior to his own.

“Good…Now, take me how I like it baby…and watch me not let him come…” You angled your ass to the other side of the bed as Rafe was quick to oblige, lifting your hips at the same level of his own while you took JJ back into your mouth, your hands reliant on the bed at his side.

“Don’t come.” You warned before he would be allowed the mercy of your mouth while you moaned against him, vibrations making his eyes roll while Rafe battered into you.

“I want to touch you-” JJ groaned. “Need to-”

“Can he?” You turned back to Rafe, watching his teeth tighten as it was clear that any action not focusing on him was one that would take convincing. For that, you rolled your hips for him as his brought him into a nod.

“Touch me, JJ…” You felt his hands reach to your naked breasts, made that way just prior to his actions, as he breathed deeply.

“I’m gonna come, baby-” Rafe warned, your moans having been his focus.

“On my back. Put me on my back.” You retracted from JJ as Rafe spun you onto your back and sheathed into you once again. For a moment, you left JJ in abandon as he clenched his teeth at the sight of your eyes finding him beneath your orgasmic expressions.

“You want to fuck me, JJ?”

“Not a chance!” Rafe clenched.

“Baby…” You warned your boyfriend, making him aware you held the power even if he could have easily bent you to his will.

“Please…It might make me squirt…” You spoke prior to pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as JJ cursed at the thought.

“He doesn’t get to come inside you…got me?” You nodded as Rafe moved from you.

“What are you waiting for….pogue?” You teased JJ as he turned you to face him. As badly as he wanted to thrust into you and risk Rafe’s wrath by filling you to the brim with the cum you endorsed, he was more eager to know you could make his enemy’s girlfriend feel pleasure. For that, he wanted to witness your expressions, every oval made of your lips, and every chill of your skin from him. But the need to prove something to Rafe lifted his narrowed gaze to him, setting you to redirect his focus.

“You want to fuck him, I’d let it happen.” JJ’s face twisted in disapproval of your comment, “Then focus on ME.” He quickened his pulses as you looked at Rafe.

“That what you want, hm?”

“Rafe? RAFE!” JJ groaned at the lack of his name from your lips, but the way you clenched around him was enough to distract him.

“I want to watch you come…I never get to…Please..”

He hesitated, glaring at JJ.

“I can’t until you do…and I need to, Rafe…please…” You bit your bottom lip.

“Fuck…” He groaned, beginning to stroke himself as you motioned him closer. By some perfectly timed precision, both men were brimming to their release rather quickly, warning you of this as you took JJ from between your legs, both of them now being pumped into your hand and towards your chest.

“I’m gonna fucking come right now!” Rafe warned as JJ grunted.

“I can’t hold it!” JJ warned.

“Come. Both of you…RIGHT NOW!” You demanded as they buckled, spurts of cum coating your chest and down your breasts as you used your dominant hand to mix it together before bringing it to your lps.

“Even better together.” You smirked, “So who’s gonna make me come now?” As if orchestrated to do just this, JJ moved to your clit with his fingers as Rafe had you pulled over his shoulders.

“You both take such good care of me…” JJ and Rafe couldn’t fight a smirk when looking at each other through this, “Isn’t it better to work together? For me?”

“For you…” JJ answered for Rafe as his tongue was busy at sex, extended inside of you as he sucked viciously to swallow your coming release.

“I’m so close!”

“Come for Rafe, sweetheart…I want you to drown him for me, okay?” Rafe glared towards JJ, who was beaming, while your breasts were fondled by someone who wasn’t him. Meanwhile, you basked being fought over as you climbed closer and closer to that high.

“I could come all over you again, princess…coat every inch of you, so fucking sexy covered in me-”

“US-” Rafe corrected with a growl.

“Sorry. Us.” JJ rolled his eyes as you brought your cum stained fingers to JJ’s mouth. He sucked them clean, focusing on your taste and not that of his own or Rafe’s, as your face contorted for him.

“Gonna come?” He asked as you nodded, Rafe pulling himself even deeper into you, ditching his tongue when you began to shake, and instead using two fingers spread to your g-spot.

“I think we deserve to know…” Rafe nodded, actually agreeing with JJ as you couldn’t help but illuminate at how you brought the enemies together with teh power of your sex.

“I’m gonna come!”

“Now?” Rafe teased.

“RIGHT NOW! OH MY GOD! FUCK!”

“God, she sounds so pretty, so desperate…no wonder you’d even let her fuck me to make her happy…” JJ teased Rafe, who smirked. As this was the truth, Rafe would do anything for you to make you happy. Even if it meant watching you fuck a pogue…

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