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finchesslingshott · 3 months

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HEY THERE ME AND MY FRIEND @coffeeistired ARE WRITING A NEWSIES SITCOM FIC HERE YOU GO

ao3 link is here, the first chapter of the fic is pasted below :D enjoy suckers!!!

Davey lifted the heavy boxes out of the trunk of his car, groaning involuntarily as he stumbled back. “Les, gimme a hand?” he called hastily, trying not to tip over.

Les, who was on the side, taking in the view of the apartment, was snapped out of it by his brother’s words. “That can’t be that heavy! I bet I could carry it myself.” Les proclaimed.

Dave rolled his eyes, plopping the box in Les’ arms. “Go ahead then, smartass,” he said, smirking slightly when Les stumbled over due to the weight. “We’re Apartment 22B. Should be right next door to Finch and Buttons, I think — theirs has the green door, okay?”

Les pretended to not struggle with the box as he spoke, though he wasn’t doing a very good job at it. “Yeah- uh-huh….I got it.” He replied, attempting to walk with the box. Which he instantly dropped.

Davey sighed heavily, taking the box from Les and trading it for the one he was carrying — much lighter. “Here, carry this one. I’ll see if I can manage this guy. Just start walking, okay? Be careful on the stairs.”

Les nodded. Looking over the building again. “Can’t we make the others helpppp?” He complained, starting to walk towards the building.

“We’ll get their help in a minute,” Davey promised, following Les up the stairs. “But that doesn’t mean that when they help us, you get to slack off, okay? The more people we have, the faster it’ll get done.” And the faster I can officially say I don’t have to live with my parents anymore.

Les dramatically sighed, but nodded. “Oh please, you’re the one who…uh…” Les tried to think of a way to insult his brother, but he couldn’t think of a true one. Or one that was relevant, so he moved on. “Yeah! And the faster we can get the WIFI set up!” He added.

Davey sighed, nodding and setting the box down as he wrestled the key to the apartment out of his pocket. After a moment’s struggle, he managed to insert it and unlock the door, opening it to their new apartment. It had that new-home kinda smell that Davey loved — it smelled fresh and clean and new, like a new chance on life.

After Davey got the door open, Les waited no time, zipping past him into the new space, grinning from ear to ear. Setting his box down and exploring the space as if Davey hadn’t taken him with to check out the place originally. “No way! I can’t believe we live here!” He called from…well, somewhere.

Davey laughed lightly, setting down his box beside Les’. “Me either, Les. Now, c’mon, we gotta enlist everyone’s help.”

So they went around the complex, locating everyone and asking for their help. First were Adrian and Benny (aka Finch and Buttons), who were best friends and lived next door. Directly downstairs were Jack, Charlie (Crutchie), and Race (who refused to go by his real name), who lived with their mom, Mrs. Medda. Next door to the Larkins were Blink and Mush — both of whom hated their real names and refused to even speak them aloud. On the other side of Dave and Les were Elmer and Gabriel (Spot), who were the very image of an “opposites attract” kind of friendship.

These were all people David had known since early middle school — he’d grown up with these guys, and he considered them more of family than his parents ever were.

After collecting the help of everyone else- moving didn’t take long. Race ended up making every bet on who could carry the most boxes- a very effective way to make sure no one slacked off, though no one let him collect on any bets made- much to his dismay. They all sat on the floor of the not so empty apartment in..something of a circle. Les said he didn’t feel like unpacking yet, so he was attempting to stall.

He was half way in a large box, digging through it. Claiming he had something for everyone to do. Presumably some sort of board game. After a while he finds it, stumbling out the box and holding it in the air like that monkey did to simba. Presenting it to everyone.

“Found it!” He happily called, rushing over, setting the box in the middle of everyone.

“Twister?” several people chorused, groaning dramatically. Race and Finch gave each other the most shit-eating grins — both were dancers and terrifyingly flexible, so this was a game they both loved.

“You know it- now MOVE.” Les said- almost rudely- as he started to set up the game, smoothing the plastic out on the floor, putting the spinner in front of it. “Who first?”

After a little squabble between Race and Finch, the game started — overall, Finch, Race, Les, Buttons, Blink and Mush were playing. Crutchie, Spot and Jack sat on the sidelines, heckling people (mainly Race), and Davey watched with a bemused expression on his face, making occasional exclamations when one of the more flexible players did something he presumed unfathomable (he couldn’t even do a split to save his life).

Les was the first out, being a child and all, he hardly made it to the third spin before he collapsed onto his face. It took a few people everything in them not to laugh at the poor kid. Five spins in, Blink got out, he fell on his back rather than his face, knocking over Mush as well and getting him out. Race and Finch put no effort forth into not laughing at them both.

Eight spins in, Race noticed something. Finch and Buttons were getting…awfully tangled. And their faces were…awfully red. He smirked to himself, spinning the spinny-thing again. Left Hand yellow, that would make his position easier if anything, it would, but when he reached over he pretended to collapse.

“Awh dang it.” He said dramatically laying back on the cheap plastic awhile, before just as quickly scurrying off. Buttons’ turn to spin.

Finch’s face was bright red, his eyes flicking over to the spinner as Race flicked it around for Buttons. Finch was in a backbend of sorts, Buttons’ left arm, crossing over his torso, their faces dangerously close.

“Right hand red!” Race called out, and Finch’s face blushed even deeper when Buttons’ arm moved to the other side of his head, avoiding all possible eye contact with him.

Buttons’ body was basically shaking at this point. Whether from the physical strain or his…condemning position, no one knew — not even him, honestly. Unlike the other, his eyes were glued to Finch’s face. Internally praying.

Race smirked and flicked the spinner again, hiding it in his lap. He looked back up, calling the next move. “Left leg green.” Green being…all the way across the board.

Of course, Finch said to himself, trying desperately to bend his body all the way over there. In his strain he failed to notice his foot hitting Button’s foot out of the way with just the right amount of force to knock him over. Buttons yelped, crashing on top of Finch. His lips connected with Finch’s only for about five seconds before he propped himself back up on his elbows, Race wolf-whistled in the background, Davey covering Les’ eyes as the rest of the group howled with laughter (minus Spot, who had the worst resting bitch face anyone had ever seen.)

Finch’s face was still as red as the circles on the board below him as he scrambled to his feet, mumbling some feeble excuse and getting his ass outta there. Tears were quickly blurring his vision as stalked down the hall and he entered his own apartment, ignoring Buttons calling his name from down the hall.

God, he was stupid. He was so stupid. Why had he agreed to that? When he saw Buttons wrap his arm around him, why couldn’t he just fake his defeat? Why couldn’t he make his life easier on himself, instead of kissing the boy he was in love with — who was also his best friend and roommate, to make matters even worse — and get taunted for it by all of his friends? God, he hated himself.

Back in the Jacobs’ apartment, The laughter in the room died down, leaving the room awkward. Buttons, after hesitating a moment, struggled to his feet, shooting everyone a quick glare before chasing after Finch, calling his name. He gave up halfway through the hall, slowing to a walk. He mentally beat himself up- God, he should’ve moved his face- or had better footing. Or something.

Stupid game.

He took a deep breath in, before just defaulting back to his and Finch’s apartment, not having an idea of where else to go. He didn’t want to face the group right now, and he doubted Finch wanted him near at the moment.

Damn it. He had really screwed this up, hadn’t he?

He entered the apartment carefully, finding Finch laying back on the couch, his headphones in and clearly at full volume. His eyes were closed and his breathing was shaky, silent tears streaming down his face. He was so impossibly angry at himself at this moment, he didn’t know what else to do. He had potentially just ruined his relationship with his roommate — his best friend in the entire world — and any chance he would ever have at telling Benny he liked him. A lot. He was scared Buttons would be angry at him, his mind going through a million worst-case scenarios.

Oh, shit, what if Buttons moved out, and he had to pay full rent?

He’d be undeniably fucked in that case.

Buttons froze. He didn’t know what to do — it wasn’t the first time he’d seen Finch like this over the years, but it was the first time he had caused it. He stood in the doorway, watching him carefully, before shutting the door carefully behind him. He slowly walked across the room to sit at the other’s side, looking down at his own lap.

Finch felt the weight distribution of the couch shift, and opened his eyes slowly, popping out a headphone. His eyes immediately widened when he registered who it was, his pale, freckled cheeks flushing again. Shit.

Buttons deeply inhaled, before looking up to Finch.

“I-…uh…’m sorry,” he said slowly, choosing his words very carefully. He hadn’t exactly figured out what to say, but Finch had already noticed his presence and any silence between the duo would be awkward right now. It wasn’t that Buttons hadn’t liked the kiss, it was—

Jesus, what was wrong with him? His best friend was here. Crying over the damned thing and he liked it.

Some vain shred of hope deep in Buttons’ heart prayed that Finch liked it too, but the context clues he was being presented with showed quite the opposite.

The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife, neither speaking for a minute or two. Both just watched each other’s faces, examining every little detail, as if trying to memorize the placement of every last freckle.

After a while, when Buttons realized Finch wasn’t going to say anything, he decided to speak again. He was going to kill Race for this. “We-…uh-…” He struggled to find the right words. “I’d…do it again. If you were okay with that…just so you know,” he stumbled out, his voice hardly audible at that point.

Finch’s eyes widened slightly, watching his friend’s face as he pushed himself into a sitting position. “Really?” he said, his tone half-scared, half-hopeful.

Buttons was not expecting that sort of reaction, but it was … way more than welcome. He swallowed his doubt before nodding. “I-I know it’s stupid but… I sorta liked it.”

This was risky, so impossibly risky — if this failed, he would never be able to face Finch again. He’d move out of the apartment, out of the state — hell, maybe even out of the country!. Maybe he’d go back home, be last in line for the shower for the rest of his life; but … That small sliver of hope that said Finch felt the same suddenly became much louder than the doubt that he didn’t.

Finch scanned Buttons’ face, carefully leaning up again. He gently moved his hand to cup Buttons’ cheek, smiling a little nervously. “Th-This okay?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Buttons’ eyes slightly widened. Thank God, he thought to himself. “More than okay,” he murmured in reply, leaning in as well.

Eventually the duo’s lips met in a kiss- a real one this time. Buttons’ eyes fluttered shut, he was on cloud nine. He felt Finch sink into the embrace, moving to cup his face gently in his hands as Buttons’ hands wandered down to carefully hold Finch’s hips, pulling him slightly closer.

Finch couldn’t think. Could barely even breathe. All he could focus on was the feeling of kissing Benny, of feeling his warmth, of how damn good he was at this.

After a while, they both had to pull away for air, foreheads still pressed together, their breathing synchronized. Finch was terrified to open his eyes, scared to make eye contact with Buttons and have the gravity of the situation crash down on him. Neither of them spoke for a second or two, the moment too perfect to spoil with words.

In Buttons’ mind Finch was too perfect for words to ever describe, and in Finch’s mind, Buttons was the exact same way.

“I have something I need to tell you,” they said in sync, blushing and laughing slightly.

“You first,” Finch insisted.

“No, you.”

This was clearly a fight that was impossible to win.

They both inhaled, Buttons slightly annoyed at the awkwardness of it all, Finch quaking in his metaphorical boots.

“ I like you!” they both yelped, still in the weird sync they’d developed.

What?

Finch was the first to pull back, staring at Buttons, his hands moving back up to hold his face. “A-Are you serious? This isn’t a prank? I swear to God, Race didn’t tell you to say some shit like this, right?” he said, his tone surprisingly desperate.

“Why would Race—” Buttons sucked in a breath, letting out a shaky laugh. “Damn it, Birdie, I’ve liked you since we were in high school. I’d never do that to you,” Buttons replied, his voice as reassuring as he could possibly get it. He needed this to go well, he needed Finch to say what he wanted him to say — otherwise, this could all go horribly wrong.

Finch scanned Buttons’ face again, his breathing slightly shaky. “Benny, I’ve liked you since we were, like, thirteen,” he whispered, a slight smile playing on his lips, “and I’ve suffered here in silence for, like, seven years, because all this time, I thought you were straight?”

Buttons laughed, tipping his head back as he did. “Hey, in my defense, I thought you were straight, too, ‘til you came out to me a couple months ago!”

After taking a second to process the information, Finch slowly started to laugh along with his best — boyfriend, he guessed was the right term now. He buried his face into the other’s chest, arms moving to be loosely thrown around his neck, Buttons’ hands moving to rest at the small of his back in some sort of hug-like position.

He could live like this forever.

After their laughter died down, Buttons rested his head atop the other’s, pressing a quick kiss to the other’s head before doing so.

“So… Are we dating? Like, officially?” Finch asked, suddenly scared of the answer he would receive.

“… Do you want to be?” Buttons asked after some consideration. Buttons wanted to be more than anything, he knew that much; but he didn’t want to rush the other into anything.

It had been years of waiting and watching and wanting this boy, and yet he’d wait the rest of his life for Finch.

Finch didn’t even hesitate, looking up at Buttons and immediately whispering the one word he’d always dreamed of hearing.

“Yes.”

“Then I’d be honored to call you mine,” Buttons simply replied. Internally, he cringed at just how sappy that was, but he didn’t care at the moment. This was absolutely perfect.

Finch couldn’t help smiling again, tipping his chin up for another kiss. Now that it was officially confirmed — now that he could call Buttons his — he was all the more irresistible.

Buttons wasted no time in kissing back. He’d wanted this for so, so very long. He let his eyes shut yet again, bringing up a hand to tilt Finch’s chin up slightly. His mind was basically mush, years of feelings now just…free.

This was the happiest he’d felt in a long time.

#newsies #newsies fanfic #i'm gonna cry #save finch 2024

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 1 year

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WIP Poll Results

Thank you to all who voted! Tagging those of you who reacted in case you're interested:

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Here's the results of my hard work, admittedly some fics got more than what they should have but too bad (also there is smut at the end so minors DNI):

THE WINNER: The Animal in Me (fc5 werewolf au) - 13 sentences

The liquor coursed through her system making her head spin and legs feel like jelly that moved at the speed of thick molasses. Light-headed, she stumbled through the door of Jacob’s cabin and made her way to the living room, narrowly missing Princess before flopping down onto the nearby couch.

The white wolf, having once been laying curled up, happily dozing on the rug on the floor, lifted her head and tipped it, trying to get a better sense of why this woman had invaded her territory.

Jacob made his way towards the couch, stalking towards her in the dark room. His sharp, pointed canine slipping out from below his upper lip as he smirked. “Whiskey sure did a number on ya, didn’t it?”

Kit’s legs hung draped over the armrest as she scooped her hair out from behind her head, stretching her arms out above her. “I never could have had this much before." Looking up at him with a grin as he untied and removed the boots from her feet. "I still have enough sense of myself even if my legs would like to tell you differently.”

“Guess you’re happy that I turned you now, huh?”

Kit rolled her eyes and rubbed at her forehead, trying to fight off the cascading waves that hit the inside of her skull. “I wouldn’t say that.”

American Beasts (kit's fc5 canon timeline) - 9 sentences

“She’s like the Predator, man. Comes in all stealthy like, so we gotta fight her the same way Dutch did.”

“Wait, when did her and Dutch fight?”

“No man, not that Dutch, you know, Arnold Schwarzenegger. The fuckin’ terminator. We gotta trap her and then instead of her tryin’ to blow us up we do that to her.”

“You wanna blow her up?”

“She’s a fuckin’ freak, my dude. You heard about what she did in that video. She’s with them, man. She’s with the cult, she killed Jess and she killed Eli and the other Whitetails. You think she gives a shit about any of us? I severely fuckin’ doubt it.”

Only you (fc5 soulmate au) - 6 sentences

"You know them best, what's their next move?"

"That doesn't matter. They need to be taken out of their element. Joey is strong, she needs someone who can break her. Staci's willing to do whatever's asked of him as long as there's good reason for it, he's got no backbone -- he's weak. And as for Whitehorse, he's complacent, does only what is needed to keep the county afloat."

Jacob stood hunched over his map looking at her, "Go on."

"Joey goes to John, Staci with us and Whitehorse goes to Faith."

"Works for me, angel."

Kakia (Kit's Herald/Role Swap AU) - 5 sentences

(apparently I'm writing this one in present tense, not sure why, but going with it for now)

Jacob knocks, heavy strikes with the side of his fist against thick wooden doors. It takes some time but the doors finally open, revealing a redheaded woman with the coolest blue eyes he’d ever seen besides his own, wearing little more than a silk robe the color of ivy. He’s meant to be there for business not pleasure, but he can’t help when his eyes travel over her form hungrily, barely able to hide the attraction he’s feeling for this strange woman in his midst.

“Good morning…” Her eyes scan over the height and width of him, until they land on his badge and a smile creeps across her lips. “...Sheriff.”

He clears his throat, trying so hard to remember why he came here in the first place. “Ms. Cross.”

Arcadia & Empyrean (New Dawn AU) - 6 sentences

Her eyes widened, pupils made into pin pricks at the realization of what he meant. It was a death sentence without calling it that. She had no allies, no safe haven, she’d be fodder for the Highwaymen and the creatures outside their walls all the same. "Exile. You're banishing me?"

"Like Adam and Eve."

Kit's lip trembled, her hands falling to her sides in tightly clenched fists as her nails carved crescents into her palm, fighting the seething rage inside her. "You will bring nothing but death upon our people, Joseph. Do you hear me? I upheld the peace. I played my part. I did what you asked of me."

"The Lion is no longer needed." Joseph turned to the Judge, nodding for him to complete the sentencing.

Even with the mask on she could tell the man underneath was hesitating. Trapped between his loyalty to the Father and to the woman who saved his life all those years ago, the woman who he joined the cult for. He stared at her for a moment, head tipping slightly and she could picture the brown eyes behind the dark holes trying to beg her for forgiveness for what he was about to do. Slamming his fist down on the table like a gavel her sentencing was complete. She was Persona Non Grata once more.

Pred/Prey Smut (MINORS DNI)- 9 sentences

“You like being treated like an animal, don’t ya? Not enough I put a collar on you, is it angel?”

Kit couldn’t speak as he ravaged her with his hands, a tear rolling down her cheek as her thighs clenched together and her walls clamped down around him. She was so goddamn close, he was going to make her cum any second.

Coiling her hair around his fist like the leather of a leash, he dragged her back to rest against his shoulder and he kissed her deep. Muffling her noises with his tongue, biting down on her lower lip when she cried out, his hand snaked between her thighs from the front, focused entirely on her clit.

She became a sobbing mess under his touch, panting and moaning at his rough touch against her.

Music Box Smut (Minors DNI) - 5 Sentences

As the music dug into her brain, seeping into her every synapse, rewiring her mind, her thoughts were in a state of war. One half controlled, ready to kill and destroy, the other desperate to please, filtered down to her base desires, animalistic and wild. He’d tested and proven his theory on so many unwilling subjects and now to have her at his fingertips fully accepting of whatever happened while she was under the effects of the conditioning, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little excited at the prospect.

Her eyes snapped open, and the deep recesses of her mind could be seen in her eyes. Icy, cavernous and dark, no light could be seen in them at all. She pushed him off of her, her strength channeled into enough force to send him to the floor. Pulling away from the bed, shoulders and back rising up from it first, her feet landed on the wooden floorboards. Eyes kept focused entirely on him, stepping towards him with long strides as he backed up trying to regain his footing.

Grabbing the rough camo of his jacket in her fist she dragged him up to stand and face her. Clawing at him once he was in her clutches, her nails ripped at his shirt as she dragged him down into her embrace and then forced him further down onto his knees. Kit’s fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp as she gripped his ginger tresses tight in her fist and forced his head back, exposing his jugular. That cold, dead stare of hers traced down the length of his throat, over the bobbing of his adam’s apple and landed on where his arteries kept his blood flowing.

“You gonna hurt me, angel?” Jacob asked, testing the waters, checking to see if any part of her might still be in there at all or if she was all machine.

Her face remained placid, as static and unchanging as marble. “Only if you tell me to.”

#skelly writes #wip wednesday #wip poll list results

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atozphantomsquadron · 2 years

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Kitty - II

The boat had made its way into the mouth of the Indus River, only mild turbulence rocking it from time to time. Much of the team had taken the opportunity to sleep, as the waterway for the most part seemed quiet.

Lazarus slid her way through the other SEALS to the back of the boat, toward Lonstein. “Do you want to sack out for a while? I’ll take over.”

Lonstein shook his head. “Thank you, ma’am, but I’m doing fine.”

Lazarus nodded, sitting down on the other side of the motor from the sergeant. He looked over at her as she started re-checking her ammunition, his hand remaining on the “rudder” of the outboard.

“If you don’t mind my asking, ma’am …”

The woman raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“Well … what exactly was it that made you become a SEAL?”

She chuckled softly, leaning back against the rubber inflated hull of the raft. “You’re kidding, right? I thought you weren’t one of those stupid sexist assmonkeys.”

Lonstein shrugged. “I’m not. I’m just unsure of myself, that’s all. I don’t know what made me do this anymore. I mean, I know, I was recommended by a commander, but … well, you know, I don’t know why.”

Now she smiled. “Gotta love those existentialist crises, huh? Okay, I’ll tell you.” She turned so that she faced the sergeant, kneeling in the bottom of the boat. “Did you play sports in school?”

Lonstein nodded. “Yeah, basketball and track.”

Lazarus smirked. “Want to know what I played in school? Chess. I may as well have been on a competitive nose picking team, I felt that useless.”

She settled back down into the boat. “Anyway, I was the best chess player in my high school. I got into shape in college, joined the Navy, the brass liked my strategic mind … here I am.”

“So … you became a SEAL to make up for not being physical in school?”

Lazarus shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe to prove to myself that I could do it. Maybe because this was my best shot at being a commander. I don’t really know anymore, I just know that once I got into it I kinda liked it.”

Lonstein’s face crossed in confusion. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”

“The point is, sergeant, don’t worry about why. Try to just go along with the ride. After a while, you might find it rewarding.”

The sergeant finally nodded, returning his face toward the forward position. The sky alerted him, though. “I think we might be in trouble.”

Lazarus looked up, moving forward to the bow. “Don’t worry, we’ll get through it. Open us up a little more, I think we don’t have anyone watching.”

Lonstein nodded, increasing the throttle on the motor. The boat quickly picked up speed, slapping against the river. Waves that had been meek and light only moments before became more and more angry, water splashing into the raft.

The first one to be awakened by the spray was Trueman, who quickly roused the rest of the team. Together, they clutched to grab handles stitched all around the raft’s hull. Lazarus clutched to her own grab handle, remaining at the bow, calling back to Lonstein.

“Insertion point should be ahead, another six minutes at this speed!”

Rain suddenly started pouring from the sky. Lonstein looked up at the bow, worried for his commander. “L.T., should we pull off earlier?”

Lazarus vigorously shook her head. “We have a mission, guys, any further distance away and we’ll really screw the pooch. It’s just a little rain, anyway!”

Lazarus’ “a little rain” quickly turned into a torrent. The other soldiers scrambled within the raft to cover vital weapons and ammunition. Along with the pouring rain, the wind picked up immensely, threatening to eject the raft’s contents.

“Ma’am, please!”

Lazarus looked back at the sergeant. “Don’t chicken out on me now, Lonstein, I need …”

A heavy wave slapped right against the prow, dead center. The resultant lift served to bounce Lazarus out of the raft and into the now-rampaging river. Lonstein instantly cut the throttle on the engine just to remain stationary in the river.

“Keep an eye out for her! Trueman, Payette, in the water, go, go, go!”

Trueman and Payette, the team’s best swimmers, leaped out of the raft and splashed down, stroking quickly back toward where Lazarus had fallen out. The remaining four soldiers tried to watch for their teammates, their eyes fighting against the sheets of water that doused them.

Lonstein called to his teammates. “Anything?”

The closest SEAL to the sergeant, L.C. Jerry Thayer, pointed out toward the water. “I see Trueman and Payette, they’re coming back.”

Lonstein upped the boat throttle again, turning to reduce the distance between the raft and the swimmers. The other three SEALs reached into the water, quickly pulling Trueman and Payette back aboard.

Of the two, Payette looked the most troubled, his breaths coming in ragged, tired gasps. “We just … couldn’t catch up … current’s too strong …”

Lonstein turned the raft back upriver. Thayer turned quickly to face him. “What are you doing, sarge?”

The sergeant sighed. “Not much we can do, now. We’ll find a place along shore, set up camp, and wait for this shit to blow over. Afterward, we’ll start searching for the L.T.”

Their expressions downcast, the rest of the team agreed to the plan, as Lonstein steered the raft toward the shoreline, looking for a good place to land.

She felt like she was drowning. She felt like she was flying.

Lazarus snapped back to reality, panting. She was no longer in the water: apparently she had washed up on shore while she was unconscious and the waters had receded, because the river was no longer in sight. Shaking her head, she looked around her. Dense forest, with nothing to mark any heading, surrounded the woman. Night seemed to be falling, as evidenced by the denseness of the air. Quickly, she patted herself down, checking her physical state and her equipment.

She still had her pistol and a few grenades. She pressed the silent mike to her throat. “Lonstein, do you copy?”

Nothing.

“Lonstein, Payette, Trueman, Thayer?”

Still nothing.

“Come on guys, quit fucking around.”

Silence greeted her request. She pulled the broadcast box of her radio out. It broke into five sharp plastic pieces in her hand.

“Oh, this is perfect. What else can go wrong?”

She reached into another pocket, for her portable GPS tracker. Also broken. She angrily flung the two broken pieces of equipment away from her. Taking a deep breath, she started looking up toward the sky, making calculations.

“Okay, let’s see … just about sunset … light’s brightest … we were headed … all right, let’s see if we can catch up.”

The woman started running through the trees. The unusual Asian foliage formed a thick canopy of brush over her head, darkening the path ahead. She reached up for the rescue light on her ammunition harness.

“Thank God for small miracles,” she muttered as the light blinked right on. She took four steps …

… and yelped. The ground gave way beneath her, dropping her. She rolled down a dirty wall, coming to rest at the bottom of a massive pit. Cursing loud and extravagantly, she brushed herself off and made another cursory check of her body.

The light had broken now. She growled with her frustration, scrambling toward the opposite wall of the pit, trying to climb out. Only soft dirt met her hands, crumbling as she attempted to climb out, not allowing her to place any weight forward. Frustrated, she kicked the wall.

“Damn this country and damn all of this!”

She slumped down to the floor of the pit, cross-legged, her chin in her hand. Reaching into her pocket, she found a box of matches: her emergency lights. She struck one against her boot, using the dim light to attempt to gain her bearings.

She had apparently fallen into a tiger pit, but thankfully there were no spikes at the bottom to impale her. The dirt, softened up by the flash-monsoon from earlier in the day, was saturated with water. Looking down at herself, she could see the muddy trails of her fall and attempts to climb out. The match reached the end and burned her fingers slightly. She pulled out another one. When she lit it, it appeared she was not alone in the pit: a face appeared against one wall.

Lazarus shrieked, but then stood up to approach the figure. As she came closer, the light revealed the statue of a woman, carved out of what looked like bedrock.

“Funny place for a shrine.”

She scanned the statue’s features. The woman had three eyes, with one in the center of her forehead, at a vertical position to the other two. She had ten arms, in typical Hindu fashion. Looking at each hand, Lazarus noticed that each held a weapon: a trident, a bow, a sword, a mace, a chakram, among others.

Seeing this, Lazarus chuckled. “My kind of gal, whaddya know?” The match burned her fingers once again. Convincing herself not to waste the whole box, she reached for one last match, striking it against a buckle of her ammo harness.

The light bathed the statue again. Only this time, stone was replaced with flesh. The eyes blinked.

Lazarus dropped the match and scrambled backward, away from the woman who had been a statue just a moment before. She pulled out her pistol and leveled it toward the newcomer.

“Okay, freeze! Who the fuck are you, and how did you get in here without me knowing?”

The other woman’s eyes, all three of them, started glowing. She stepped forward, the glow creating enough light to illuminate the entire pit. All ten of the other woman’s arms moved now, holstering and sheathing every weapon she had been holding. As Lazarus watched, ten arms combined into eight, then six, then four. She continued to approach, making Lazarus clutch her gun tighter, bringing her other hand up to steady her shaking.

“I said who are you?”

The newcomer looked over Lazarus then smiled. “My kind of woman. You will be perfect.” She approached the SEAL, taking a hold of the gun. “Am I right in assuming this is a weapon?”

Now Lazarus was confused. Unwillingly, she let go of the gun. “Yeah. Be careful with that.”

Looking curious, the stranger wrapped her upper right hand around the gun’s hilt, lacing her index finger into the finger guard and pointing it away from Lazarus. She pulled the trigger. The loud report of the gun’s firing seemed to delight the stranger, as she passed the other right hand over one of her hips.

“Excellent. Almost like the thunderbolt, loud and lethal.” She turned toward Lazarus. “Thank you.”

“You know, you can’t really take that, it’s U.S. Government property. I can’t tell you how many guns I’ve wanted to keep for myself that I couldn’t.”

The hand over the stranger’s hip moved away, revealing a primitive holster. She slid the gun into it then looked up at Lazarus. “A stranger, in a strange land. You do not know me, do you child?”

“Who are you callin’ ‘child,’ lady?”

The stranger chuckled. “Of course not. What is your name, brave one?”

Lazarus crossed her arms. “Lazarus, Katrina, Lieutenant, United States Navy, service number 4-9-2-5-8 …”

The stranger reached out and placed a hand over Lazarus’ mouth. “My name is Durga, brave one, and you have been brought here.”

Lazarus moved Durga’s hand aside. “’Brought here?’ I think you’re mistaken, I fell in here.”

“You were separated from your men.”

Now Lazarus raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I was. By a storm …”

“… that rose up without any kind of warning?”

Lazarus nodded. “Okay, what’s up?”

Durga smiled. “There is a great evil afoot, not far from here. When you leave here, you will gather your men and confront it.”

“Now wait one minute, lady, my mission is supposed to be strictly reconnaissance!”

Durga approached even closer, taking Lazarus’s arms in all four hands. “In your current state, Lazarus, Katrina, you cannot stand against the evil. You and your team would fall completely. I will grant you the strength and the power you will need.”

Lazarus’ eyes lit up. “Really, now? Is this some kind of Faustian deal we’re making? Do you want my soul in return?”

The other woman laughed. “Don’t be silly. I only ask that as long as you hold the power I grant, you are my servant here on the Earth plane.”

Lazarus’ eyes focused on those of Durga. They still shone with the otherworldly light from before, but at this range it was not quite as intense. The features around those eyes seemed very soft.

“You promise I won’t be your servant forever, right? And you’ll get me out of this pit, right?”

Durga smiled. “You have my word, brave one.”

Lazarus sighed. “All right, I’ll do it.”

The pit seemed to swim around Lazarus, as her equilibrium went into flux. Her knees felt too weak to support her own weight: only Durga’s arms around her kept her upright. Her eyes flickered, the last sight before them Durga’s face, the last sensation Durga’s lips on her own.

“What do you think happened, sarge?”

Payette’s whispered question roused the rest of the team from their slumber. Lonstein stood next to him, his weapon at the ready.

“I don’t know. Looks like some kind of cat, not sure why it’s here.”

Thayer was the next man up with the group. “Why don’t we wake it up?”

“Are you crazy? I don’t feel like getting mauled.”

Trueman crouched down next to the mysterious figure. “Look at this, guys …”

He pointed a finger at a black cloth which seemed to wrap around the figure. In particular, an embroidered strip.

Lonstein crouched next to Trueman. “It looks like BDU’s, but they’re really tattered.” The sergeant looked closer at the point where Trueman was looking.

A name. LAZARUS.

The figure in the black cloth made a quiet, moaning sound, and moved. Quickly, all four SEALs backed up, observing as the creature awakened. It seemed to have a human form, but as it stretched the men counted five limbs, coated in orange fur with black stripes. The extra limb appeared to be an extraordinarily long tail. At the creature’s head, a very human looking patch of hair sprouted at about shoulder-length, also orange with black streaks.

The creature rolled slightly, returning to an upright position on two legs. It towered over the SEALs by at least a foot on each man. The creature’s eyes opened, their pupils almond-shaped slivers. At its full height, the SEALs could see that the creature was proportioned like a human female, and was wearing the tattered BDU’s in their proper layout, complete with an ammunition harness. Only the boots were missing, replaced by a giant pair of cat’s paws.

Finally, the creature’s cat-like mouth opened up, and it made a sound. “Lonstein? Guys?”

Lonstein’s eyes opened wide. “L.T.? Is that you?”

“Of course it’s me. Who else? Hey, did you guys shrink?”

The four men slowly shook their heads, their jaws slack. Lazarus walked toward them, a little shakily it seemed.

“Where are we?”

Lonstein stammered momentarily. “We’re, uh, about a click from the point you fell out of the raft. The storm got too rough for us, so we camped here.”

Lazarus seemed to growl. “So we’re a day behind schedule, just great. All right, let me freshen up a bit and we’ll get back underway.”

She walked over toward the river. The four men continued to stare at their metamorphosed commander, watching her tail sway back and forth like a pendulum behind her, sticking out of a torn hole in the uniform pants. They cringed as they watched her approach the riverbank and kneel down.

Birds fluttered out of the trees, frightened by the cat woman’s ear-shattering scream.

#advance guard #phantom squadron

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maitretmaitresse · 6 years

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So none of you cowards are gonna make a Madame Babet huh

#ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴡ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ sᴛʀɪᴋᴇ ᴀᴛ -out of character-#mobile #i gotta do all the heavy lifting myself huh #catch me adding her to the multi brb

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indefiniteimagines · 2 years

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First Class || Fezco Smut (Euphoria)

A/N: I would suggest reading this first 💵

WARNINGS: language, SMUT, mile high club, oral (m receiving), creampie, slight choke kink, voyeurism, public sex

“My god. Can she be any slower? Y/N! Hurry the fuck up!"

"Yooo. How many times I gotta tell you to stop talkin to her like that, bro?"

"She's gonna be the reason we miss this flight."

"So we'll catch the next one. Chill out." Fez tried to reason with his younger brother, but he had to admit that his girl was taking forever. They were supposed to leave at 4:30pm to catch a 9 o'clock flight, but here they sit at home at 5:15.

Another 10 mins passed and not Ashtray was pissed, "So just fuck security then, huh?"

"Alright. I'll go get her," he got up from his spot on the couch and headed up the stairs.

"Baby?" he asked opening their bedroom door. When he looked inside, he saw Y/N almost in a pretzel trying to hold her suitcase closed and zip it at the same time.

He let out a laugh and asked if she need help.

"It's not funny," I said in a whine, "My back hurts."

"Yeah I can see why. Hop up. I'll hold it down and you zip it." I got up with a smile on her face and went to the zipper. Of course I warned him not to push too hard as I had valuable things in there that couldn't get messed up.

Even with the two of us, we still couldn't get it closed.

"What do you have in here?"

"Essentials," I said with a shrug. We both called for Ashtray to come help us and we finally got it closed. Ash yanked it from under Fez and was anything but careful lugging it to the car.

"He's ready to go."

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't do it." He pulled me close to him and planted a kiss on my head and a quick smack to the bum.

We finally get to LAX and through security which took forever since we’re going to a foreign country with a virus still lingering around. When we got to the gate it was about to close, but Ash wiggled his way in and they kept it open for Fez and I. The seats weren’t hard to get to or find since they were in first class. We all got settled in and the first meal was served in less than two hours. After dinner, I found myself falling asleep for a few hours. When I woke up, the cabin lights were off and no one’s tv screens were glowing.

I hummed and stretched softly; glancing around to double check that everyone was still asleep. I took a look at Fez, his eyes closed and headphones on, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Running my hand along the seat to rest on his thigh. With the career he has, Fezco isn’t a heavy sleeper. I feel him tense up under my touch and he looks down at me, raising an eyebrow. I lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips and then the nape of his neck.

Fez bites down on his bottom lip, looking around and removing his headphones. I lift my head up to press a kiss to just below his ear, purring softly “c’mon, baby. Everyone's asleep, let's have some fun. Besides, I owe you for being late,” I say as I softly bite his earlobe. He lets out a soft grunt, gulping down slowly and nodding his head. I start to slowly slide my hand up his thigh to rest on his crotch, squeezing his cock through his pants softly. It’s then I feel his hips buckle. Taking that cue, I start undoing his belt, pushing my hand past the waistline of his boxers. I rub my fingers along thick and long his length. He let's out a soft breath, shuttering softly at my touch. I fully grip the base of his cock cock tightly in my hand, his cock twitching in response.

I grin, biting down my bottom lip as I slowly start to pump his cock, tightening my grip towards his tip. Fezco breathes in shallowly, trying his best not to make any noise. I look at him as I feel his cock twitch under my touch again. His eyes shifted closed and that’s when I got an idea. I adjusted my body to where my head was in his lap under the blanket.

“Whoa, baby. Not here.”

“C’mon,” I whisper, “Don’t you want to feel your cock down my throat at 30,000 feet?” I asked him with the most innocent eyes I could muster up in that moment.

“You are so fucking bad,” he said as he lifted his hips to lower his jeans a little more. I giggled to myself as I took him in my warm, wet mouth. I start moaning around him when I feel his precum leaking out onto my tongue. The vibration makes his hips buck and his hand finds its way to my head.

As a reflex I push back, but it doesn't go unnoticed,

"Nuh uh. You wanted this dick, so take it." I loosen my jaw and let him slide to the back of my throat.

"Fuuuuck," he whispers as he feels my head and his hand go down. He holds me there until he feels a pool of saliva on the top of his thigh. He releases my head and cups my cheeks to kiss me.

"Wait for me in the bathroom. Go on." I climb over him to get to the aisle and rush to the lavatory. I quickly switch it to "occupied" until I heard a knock on the door. When I opened it, all hell broke loose.

I slam my hand against the airplane bathroom mirror, holding back whimpers and moans as Fezco drives into me from behind. My eyes are rolling back as his fingers find their way into my mouth and down my throat I gag at the intrusion and Fez's head picks up from looking at himself pummeling inside of you at a pace that wasn’t fast enough to create loud sounds. “Be quiet,” he hisses lowly, using his other hand to wrap around my throat.

“I’m—fuck!” I yelp breathlessly as he sharply slams into me, slowing down his space.

“Use your words, princess,” he murmurs, his fingers digging into my skin that would for sure leave bruises.

“I’m cumming,” I whimper quietly, looking back at him as he pulled my hair towards him.

“I know. I can fucking feel it. Fuck,” he mutters and presses his lips against mine, his pace quickening almost immediately. I can’t help but moan louder into his mouth. He lets go of my hair, grasping at my jaw harshly. “You need to keep it down,” he mutters, directing my attention back to the mirror.

What a sight it is. His hand cupping my jaw almost possessively, his dick continuously ramming into my soaking pussy at a rough pace, hair tousled and ruined.

My stomach twisted with pleasure as he lets go of my face and grabs the back of my neck to bend me completely over. I have a death grip on the counter and bite my lip harshly as his hips still while he buries his cock snug into me.

“Ohhh my god,” I moan as my eyes roll once more.

I scratch at the surface as a tingly sensation washes all over me and his tip hits my womb. I feel nothing but pure bliss as he fucks me through my orgasm. Watching as I cream on his dick, Fez pulls me back into his hips roughly while grinding them every which way. My back arches and my ass presses up against his hips, furthering his dick inside my cunt. There’s a dent in his forehead and the grunts he’s letting out almost send me into another orgasm. I look at him in the mirror and beg him to cum for me,

“Fez, please. I want to feel your cum inside me. I wanna grind down on the seat when I feel it start to leak out.”

“Fuck, baby. Keep going.”

“You’re fucking me like the slut I am. So fucking deep. Mmmm.” My bottom lip is tucked between my teeth as I enjoy the rough rocking. I clench around him and he grabs the back of my neck, my face hitting the counter once more.

He fucks me until he’s emptied everything he had into what’s his. He goes and stays balls deep until he starts to soften. When he pulls out, a little cum follows and he swipes it with his finger, pushing it back in. I keep myself on the counter until I have the energy to move and pull up my sweats. Once dressed, Fez places a passionate kiss to my lips before calling me “his good girl”. He peeks his head out to see what he can and gives me the signal when the coast is clear.

We get back to our seats just in time as Ashtray gets up to stretch his legs and comes to our row,

“We almost there?”

I tap my little tv screen and view the map,

“About 6 more hours.” He just rolls his eyes and heads to the bathroom. Fez and I get ourselves back situated when Ash exits the lavatory,

“Yo. Use the other one. It smells like straight fucking in there,” he says as he passes us.

Fez and I look at each other before letting out childlike giggles. We pick a movie and enjoy the rest of the flight.

#fezco euphoria #fezco smut #fezco #fezco imagine #euphoria #angus cloud #fezco x reader #ashtray

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hansensgirl · 4 years

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you better not shout, better not cry.

summary. | they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.

pairings. | Dark!Sebastian Stan x Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader, Dark!Charles Blackwood x Reader, Dark!Chris Evans x Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader, Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber x Reader.

warnings. | NONCON/DUBCON, gang bang, eight-some, (forced and not forced) drinking, manipulation, coercion, dark themes, crimes, threatening, slight angst, mentions of cheating, age gaps, Daddy kink, Sir kink, power dynamics, boss/employee relationships, face fucking, oral (m receiving), dom/sub, finger sucking, degrading, praise, humiliation, voyeurism, fingering, double penetration, cum marking, facials, anal, unprotected sex, cream-pie kink, slapping, spanking, smoking, choking, hair pulling, manhandling, + more. 18+, DARK FIC.

word count. | 13k.

authors note. | merry christmas/happy holidays! please be wary of the warnings, and have yourself a merry christmas and/or a great day! don’t use my gif without permission, and don’t forget to read and reblog because i worked so hard on this. IF YOU’RE INSPIRED BY THIS FIC OR WANT TO USE A SIMILAR PLOT PLEASE MESSAGE ME FIRST OR ELSE YOU’LL BE BLOCKED. love you all sm! also gonna be submitting this to my bb @mypoisonedvine’s festive holiday challenge! (ty for beta-ing and putting up with me).

Make my wish come true… All I want for Christmas is you…

A group of women erupts in laughter as they point at one of the ugly sweaters that their coworker wears. The man burns up with shame before grumbling off, making you furrow your eyebrows. You stifle a laugh, before grabbing a sugar cookie that you baked yourself. Little red sprinkles fall to the floor as you bite into the treat, the sound drowned out by the others.

The melodious voice of Mariah Carey starts playing and everyone cheers; you included. You quickly shut up, though, realizing how stupid you must look. Standing there by yourself, an elf costume on, stuffing your face full of cookies as you yell.

You find comfort in the numerous Christmas-themed treats — from sugar cookies to Rice Krispies, to cake pops. Your mouth salivates at the sight even though you just had a cookie. Everything is so irresistible… “Merry Christmas Eve!” A cheery voice calls from behind you, and your heart quickens its pace.

“Oh- uh, Merry Christmas Eve to you too, Mr. Barnes.” You stammer in shock, careful to not look up at him. You fiddle your crumb-covered fingers together, a habit that you have yet to lose. “No need to be nervous, doll. Are you enjoying yourself?” He asks, grabbing one of the cookies that are covered in green sprinkles. It’s shaped like a Christmas tree, and it’s one of your favourites.

“Uh, yes, Sir!” You answer quickly and nervously. Undeniably, everyone knows that Mr. Barnes drips with eloquence and dominance. As soon as he walks into the room, everyone either wants to be with him or be him. Everyone vies after him, and he knows that. He knows that, and he just makes it worse and worse and- “Why’re you alone by the snack table, doll?” He asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh well- I’m not overly friendly with the others- I mean I’m not rude to them! I’m just not close to them, that’s all.” You ramble nervously, wringing your hands. Bucky places a heavy hand on your shoulder and the butterflies in your start fluttering even harder and faster.

You struggle to look him in the eyes, those darned cerulean eyes that make you weak in the knees. “Oh, I’m so sorry about that… Have you been drinking, doll?” He asks you, and you choke on your saliva. “Oh I don’t drink, sorry if I’m being annoying…” You sheepishly apologize, realizing how out of line you must be acting. Truthfully, Mr. Barnes always has that effect on you.

“Uh- I should probably go see if everything is in order.” You say before Mr. Barnes can say anything else to you. “Happy Holidays!” You call out as you speed walk as far away your legs can take you. Three glasses of eggnog have you wobbling slightly but you’re determined to be far away from Mr. Barnes and the others.

In a way, they aren’t really your bosses. They’re just the CEOs and your boss is the head of the HR department. …Perhaps they are your bosses, but you’ve never really talked to them much. Mr. Bodecker’s temper always frightens you, Mr. Blackwood’s stare would always have you shaking, Mr. Barnes’s aura always makes you weak, and then there’s Mr. Stan himself. Everything about him sends numerous emotions through you and others as well.

You lean back against the wall and pull your phone out, sighing with a heavy heart. You’re not sure if it’s the heavy nostalgia of seeing Santa Claus sitting on a throne or the wallpaper on your screen but either one makes you tear up slightly. You already took photos of the party, and you’ve already sent well wishes to your friends, family and coworkers.

You look back up from your phone and try to decide whether or not you should scroll through your camera roll just to look busy to others. Whilst you ponder with your hazy mind, you accidentally lock eyes with Santa Claus. Younger you would’ve freaked out, but older you burns up with embarrassment. Suddenly, his white-gloved hand beckons you to him with a come-hither motion.

You point at yourself just to make sure because only you know how many mistakes you’ve made of thinking that someone was pointing at you. He nods and smiles, but you’re still not sure. Call it paranoia, call it anxiety, but there’s no way in hell that you’re going to make a fool of yourself on Christmas Eve.

You’re still unsure, so you look around and everyone else is off getting wasted in the main hall. Shiny confetti crunches under your flats as you hesitatingly walk over to Santa. He flashes you a smile and maybe it’s the egg nog talking but his pearly whites look awfully familiar to you. A waitress crosses your path, like a deer suddenly crossing the road. The platter that she holds gets slightly jilted but the shot glasses of tequila survive and her too.

You stop her and grab a couple of shots, taking them down the hatch with no shame at all. Liquid fire claims your throat as you have no remorse for your future self who’ll be hugging a toilet in the morning. You cough and sputter as you continue your way to Santa Claus. “Merry Christmas Eve, little girl!” He cheers delightfully.

You giggle drunkenly, the kind of laugh that would make anyone fall for you. “Oh, so no ‘Merry Christmas Eve’ for me? Seems like someone is asking for coal, or maybe even a spanking.” He drawls in a slight country-Santa accent. Perhaps your ears aren’t deceiving you, but there's no plausible way that Santa Claus just said… that.

“Oh— uh— Merry Christmas Eve!” You whoop, before bursting out in another fit of bubbly giggles. He laughs with you, but only for a few moments before taking in your appearance. Though you’re drunk on tequila, a few sips of wine from before the party and eggnog, he’s aiming to get drunk on your aura. Quiet yet sweet, a nervous mess that only furthers your adorable-ness and amazing desserts.

“See something you like, Mr. Claus?” You question him, snapping him out of his daze. You wiggle your eyebrows to your best ability, but you’re no actress. “Well, maybe I do, little girl.” He winks at you, and you swear that you’ve seen him before. “Wait- Do you work here? Or did we just hire you?” You ask him, as though you’re interviewing him.

“Can’t hire Santa Claus, little girl.” He disappointingly clicks his tongue. You let out an ‘oh’ before letting out a small laugh. He smiles at you and you bite your lipstick stained lip. Your coworkers are chanting in the background but you choose to artfully block them out. Maybe you’re not choosing, and it’s just the alcohol doing its wonders.

“I’m not little, why are you callin’ me little girl?” You slur your words as you question him again. “You are a little girl, and I can’t believe you’re back talking to Santa!” He scolds you, making your eyes water. You jut your bottom lip out in a pout and you’re doing the best puppy eyes that you can. “You been drinking a lot, huh little girl?” He asks you, turning the tables and you gladly let him.

“Yep! Gotta stay hydrated…” You tell him in a sing-song voice that makes him chuckle. “Silly little girl, getting all drunk in front of her coworkers…” He chides, grabbing your almost flailing arms. He pulls you up into his lap with a grunt, even though it doesn’t take much strength. You’re immediately reminded of the way he used to sit you in his lap.

Spinning you around in circles at first, loud giggles and begging for them to stop. Perhaps it’s fortunate that the alcohol renders your mind fuzzy and you can only make out a few colour blobs. “Whaddya’ want for Christmas, little girl?” He teasingly questions, smoothing a white-gloved hand over your hair. “Hmm, I can have anything?” You ask him, a bit of drool leaking out of the corner of your mouth. He nods, taking his thumb and lifting it to your mouth.

Oh, how he has the urge to just push his thumb past your lips and make you choke on it. “Well… I want a raise, even though I’m not all that worthy of the company… Just like my ex said, I’m easily replaceable. Oh! Can I ask for another thing?” You perk up even though your throat burns with sadness and your eyes are almost leaking.

Interested, Lee nods and drags his thumb across your rouge top lip. If he didn’t have a wife who drags him to makeup stores on the regular, he would’ve thought your lipstick was expensive. But it isn’t, because there’s no way your paycheck can afford a lipstick from Hermes or Christian Louboutin. “Can I know why my boyfriend left me? I know I may seem dull and quiet, but I have more to myself…” You sadly ask him, ashamed of how he abandoned you for one of your closest friends.

Lee’s heart breaks in two — making him question whether or not he had a heart after all. Insults had him believing that he’s heartless, but you’re making him question every fibre of his being. “I’m sorry about that, little girl. But what we don’t know can’t hurt us, right? Curiosity killed the cat, little girl.” He reminds you, talking down to you as though you truly are a little girl. “But satisfaction brought it back.” You sass in return, your voice cracking from the impending tears and alcohol.

“You need to listen to me, little girl. Your boyfriend doesn’t know jackshit about treating a girl like you right. He probably doesn’t even know where your clit is.” He scoffs abruptly. You lean in, listening to him as though he’s the wisest man ever. “Bet he can’t fuck that tight lil’ pussy a’ yours as well as a real man like me can.” He whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine and heat to your core.

“Didn’t know Santa Claus had such a filthy mouth…” You tease him, running your hands up and down his thick thighs. He groans, his cock stiffening up inside his red trousers.

“But, before anything like that happens… I would really like to have a raise.” You say with a heavy-hearted sigh. Lee has the urge to grab you tightly and shove his big, hard cock into any wet hole of yours. “Alright, little girl. But you need to continue to be a good girl, or else I won’t be able to get you anything except for a spanking.” He warns with a faux-smile beneath his fake beard. You giggle and squeeze his thighs, almost like a wave goodbye.

You stumble off, probably to go pee or hurl your guts into a toilet. He watches as your hips sway with each step of yours. The sight fuels the thought of you grinding yourself on his cock as you beg him to fuck you. He notices the party has died down to just people humping each other to party songs. Grumbling, Lee pulls the awfully fake beard away from his handsome face. Before, he was cursing his luck for drawing the short stick to become Santa. But now, he’s glad.

He’ll talk to your boss about the raise, maybe along with a promotion. If only the others could mind their own businesses. Literally. He’s glad that he wore only a dress shirt and not the double-breasted suit Jane suggested for him. “You comin’ or what? We gotta’ make these deals before everyone leaves.” Bucky asks as he swiftly walks past Lee. Lee nods and starts to take off the rest of the obnoxious costume. Bucky puts no effort into stifling his chuckle, a known trait of his.

Bucky smooths his hair back, even though not one strand is out of place. His arm whirrs wildly and his fist clenches every few seconds. His stress symptoms were the worst, but they’ve never been this bad. It’s risky; the deal that they’re about to make. For months, they had been making secret bribes, forging numbers and signatures, and putting their employees in loopholes from their contracts. But this deal was the riskiest. Their plan was well thought out, all thanks to Charles, whose middle name might as well be devious.

He stands in front of one of the glass doors. His reflection looks back at him. Somehow, the dark look in his eyes becomes enhanced. His huge frame only makes him more intimidating, but he knows that no woman ever had a problem with it. Except for one. “You comin’?” Lee asks as he brushes past Bucky, mocking his words from earlier on. Bucky rolls his eyes like a spoiled rich kid because he is one.

Bucky buttons his suit jacket and exhales one last time. He walks to his right and pushes the door open with only a little bit of strength. Laughter from different men fills the room, along with thick tension and the smell of expensive booze. “Oh, look who decided to join us!” Ransom sarcastically jabs at Bucky. “Look who finally got laid. I was beginning to think you couldn’t get it up anymore, Drysdale.” Bucky sneers at him, pouring himself a glass of Dalmore 62.

Ransom grumbles a few curse words under his breath and a prideful smirk spreads across Bucky’s face. They all have their ties loosened, maybe even the top buttons of their shirts but nobody cares enough to look. All but Mr. Stan and Mr. Evans are relaxed. They stare at each other with such glares they could murder one another. They all sit in their chairs, all similar. Except for Mr. Stan, who seems as though he’s sitting on a throne.

“They havin’ a starin’ contest or what?” Lee questions Bucky, downing the rest of the whiskey. “I don’t know, but didn’t they hate each other over some family feud shit?” Bucky asks in return, handing Lee the bottle of highland malt scotch. “Like the game?” Lee jokingly asks, knowing that the two head owners of the companies loved to get into petty squabbles. “We all fucking wish.” Bucky jeers, eliciting a chuckle from Lee. As much as they all hate each other, they always did have their moments when they weren’t insulting each other.

The only one who isn’t drinking, Andy, pipes up from all the talking. “So are we going to make this deal or not? I gotta get home for Christmas.” He grumbles just like the old man he is. “Oh fuck you, Barber. Just because you went to Harvard doesn’t mean you’re some busy guy.” Steve jabs, clenching his jaw in annoyance. He always hated Andy, and he proudly showed it.

Charles snickers, Ransom too. Lee and Bucky smirk from the sidelines. Andy clicks his tongue in a threatening way. But Sebastian and Chris send daggers in the form of glares at them. “I suppose we could sign the contracts and then celebrate… I could call the girls from Eighteen30’s.” Sebastian proposes, standing up from his seat. He emerges from the darkness like Batman, his beautiful eyes gleaming in the light. Everyone in the room groans in pleasure, recalling the moments they remembered from the last time they went to Eighteen30’s.

Andy pulls the contract out of his briefcase; an obvious “Andy” move. The sounds of glasses being set down on surfaces fill the room at different pitches. Evans simply turns around, stroking his beard as if he wants to say something. “Got something to say, Evans?” Charles asks him, giving him a devilish smile. “No, just thinking about how I’m gonna be rich as fuck once the ink dries.” He says in almost a hopeful manner. He thinks he has everyone deceived, but it’s the total opposite.

They all choose to keep quiet, wanting to just sign the goddamn papers and get it over with. “Just to be sure… We all know what this entails, right? More money, more power.” Sebastian states, pouring himself a glass of whisky. He never minds the burn, he actually loves it. They all nod, because who doesn’t love money and power? They all pull a pen out of their jackets, ever the businessmen. One by one, in smooth black loops, they sign their full names on the contracts.

Sebastian and Chris are the last to sign because their names carry the most weight. Charles lights his pipes and sighs as he takes a drag of smoke from it. As Lee watches Charles puff the smoke out of his mouth, he has the urge to light up a cigarette. But he can’t, because his doctor told him not to. So now he has to suffer the pain of fighting away that urge and Charles all but taunts him. He watches, and he fights, and he watches until he snaps.

“‘Scuse me.” He says, getting up. “Are you going for the champagne?” Sebastian asks, tracing the rim of his glass. Lee nods, lying to his business partner and longtime friend. “I’ll come with, can’t fucking stand the darkness.” He grumbles, following Lee. They both appreciate the fact that the part is still lively, maybe even more as booze has taken over everyone’s body. “Hey man, sorry you had to be Santa this year.” Sebastian apologizes, clearing his throat beforehand.

It’s not unexpected. Lee already knows that Sebastian is comfortable with him. “Ah, it’s alright. Only had to talk to a couple ‘a horny girls and Mrs. Patterson’s son. That lil’ fucker is cute an’ all, but he fuckin’ drooled on my hand.” Lee rants to him, making him let out a chuckle. “Well, the girls weren’t all that bad, right?” Sebastian questions him, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “They were… somethin’. Most of them were obnoxious, except for one of ‘em.” Lee admits to him.

“Oh really? Anyone I might know?” Sebastian continues, handing Lee a cigarette. Lee gruffly thanks him and hands him his Valentino lighter. “Hmm… not sure. I don’t think anyone really knows her, she seems quiet. But she was drunk, so that was nice.” Lee tells him, sparing certain details. “She wanted a raise, and to know why her boyfriend left her for some other girl. I think it was her friend. Either way, she nearly started cryin’ on my lap.” Lee recounts to him, something he’d only do with his therapist.

Besides fucking her, of course.

“Oh… maybe we could give her a raise. Do you see her here?” Sebastian asks him with a smirk on his face. Lee wonders if Sebastian is thinking of the same thing that he is, and vice versa. Lee’s blown out eyes scan the crowd for you, hoping you’re still here. Maybe perhaps even more drunk than before. “She’s in this burgundy dress and had a mini Santa hat on… Red lipstick too.” Lee describes to him. Sebastian nods his head and keeps on looking for you.

“Think she had lingerie on underneath the dress… probably wanted to get back with her boyfriend.” Lee begrudgingly admits to Sebastian, finishing his cigarette. Smoke flies from both of them yet nobody seems to care. “How do you know she had lingerie on?” Sebastian teasingly asks him. Lee’s face burns up with slight embarrassment. “I… I was feeling her up, I couldn't help myself. She was all over me in the cutest way possible.” Even though Lee doesn’t give a rat’s ass about God, he’d swear on her that he’s telling the truth.

“Is that her?” Sebastian asks him, pointing at you as you walk out of the women’s bathroom. “Yeah…” Lee puts out his cigarette and throws it beside him, leaving it for the janitor to pick up. Sebastian does the same, aiming his cigarette more accurately. “Fuck, that little doll? I’ve always had my sights set on her. Always so cute and shy… Never bothered anyone.” Sebastian groans, hoping— no, knowing that Lee and the others are on the same boat as he.

“I have an idea,” Lee says, shoving his hands in his pockets. Sebastian follows him, going along with whatever his idea is. From your spot at the snack table, you manage to fill your now empty stomach with your sugar cookies. You’re slightly disappointed that not many of your treats have disappeared, but you tell yourself the night is still young. You look up at the sound of footsteps coming closer and nearly choke on a cookie.

“Oh my— uh, Merry Christmas Eve, Mr. Stan and Mr. Bodecker!” You cheer, stumbling on your words and yourself. “Hi, darlin’,” Lee says, giving you his signature ‘ladies only’ smile. You feel yourself become shy at the sight, but Mr. Stan makes you look back up. He clears his voice and you take in both of them. They both stand tall and intimidating, with enchanting stares that just capture you. “Merry Christmas Eve to you too, little girl,” Sebastian says, taking in your form.

You look absolutely adorable and innocent in front of them. In your little burgundy dress and Santa hat… slightly tipsy with cookie crumbs all over your face. “We came over here to ask you for a quick favour… We just closed one of our biggest deals and we’d love for you to help us bring the champagne. Maybe make a toast with us? It’s the least we can do since you brought all these lovely treats.” Lee explains, grabbing himself a sugar cookie.

It’s identical to the one you have in your hand; except yours is half-eaten and his only has a small nibble. “M- Me? Really?” You ask in shock, nearly going into full cardiac arrest. They probably don’t even know your name, but that doesn’t matter. At least they’re talking to you. “Yep! Unless someone else made all these delicious desserts.” Sebastian jokes around, slightly admitting that he tried a cookie. You shake your head in object and lace your sweaty fingers together.

God, why did you have to drink?

“I’d love to, Sirs.” You whisper with the utmost grace you can muster up whilst being half-drunk. They both nod and Lee places a heavy arm around your shoulders. The cookie in your hand breaks and you not so discreetly drop all the crumbs onto the floor. “Can I ask what the deal is for?” You question, not even daring to look up from the floor. “Oh, it’s nothing to worry your cute little brain about,” Sebastian tells you with a smile, quickly shutting you up and shutting the topic down.

They lead you to the bar and Sebastian makes a simple gesture with his hand. The bartender makes quick work of getting five champagne bottles and you’re easily amazed. Without realizing it, your jaw drops slightly in awe. Both Sebastian and Lee chuckle at how cute you are. The sounds are absolute heaven and they force you to realize something.

Holy-fucking-shit— You have feelings for your bosses.

You choke on your saliva at the epiphany, making Sebastian and Lee jump to you in concern. “Hey, are you okay?” Sebastian asks you, rubbing your back gently. Lee does this same, but his hand inches down to the small of your back. With anyone, you would jerk away and feel very uncomfortable. But with them… With them, it’s the complete opposite. You nod as you slowly calm down. The bartender sets the numerous bottles of champagne down on the bar.

Two bottles of Dom Pérignon, two bottles of Boërl & Kroff Magnum and one bottle of Goût de Diamant Brut. It’s the most expensive champagne in the world, costing $1.2 million. But to them and the company, it’s no big deal. You only know the price because he would rave about it on and on. You sniffle at the memory and Lee shushes you in a calming matter.

“Here, you lift this one, and we’ll carry the rest,” Lee instructs, handing you one of the bottles of Dom Pérignon. You hold onto the bottle tightly, but not too tightly. Sebastian and Lee point to where they’re going to celebrate, just to direct you. You walk in small steps, careful to not drop the bottle. They’d probably murder you if you did. “Right there, little girl… I— uh, I heard you wanted a raise, is that true?” Lee asks you, desperate to hear your lovely voice.

“Uh yeah, I just haven’t had a raise since I’ve been working here. All my coworkers are constantly getting raises…” You sheepishly admit to your two bosses. They nod and frown, how long has that been going on? They’ve kept their eyes on you since you started working here. You reach the door and you don’t open it because your two hands are occupied. Lee oddly knocks on the door, perhaps in a code. A few seconds pass, but the alcohol in your system makes it feel like an eternity.

Mr. Barnes opens up the door and gasps at you. “Nice to see you again, little girl.” He greets, smirking down at you. The sober version of you would’ve noticed the plethora of men in the room, but drunk-you can’t focus on too much at once. You nod shakily, swallowing thickly as you remember your encounter with Bucky earlier this evening. Bucky takes the champagne bottle from you and leads you inside, Sebastian and Lee following.

Bucky briefly leaves the room after setting down the bottle of champagne on one of the tables. It’s incredibly dark in the room and you can only make out the lights coming from the city. Sebastian flicks the lights on and you bite back a hiss at the sudden change. You look around and nearly drop dead right there and then. The company’s biggest enemies are here, smug as ever. “I… Huh?” You’re confused, not sure if your mind is playing a wicked trick on you.

Mr. Blackwood takes a drag from his pipe and then puts it out, the only remnants of it being the scent of smoke. In front of you, though, are Mr. Drysdale, Mr. Barber, Mr. Rogers and Mr. Evans. “Is this the little minx you’ve been telling us about?” Steve asks your bosses, unbuttoning his suit jacket. “Yep, even better in person,” Bucky says, pushing your hair to the side. “What’s going on?” You ask, trying to move away from him. Lee quickly stops you, his pudgy stomach pushing you closer to Bucky.

“Like I said before, little girl. Nothin’ for you to worry your little brain about.” Lee says, his country drawl sending shivers throughout your body. Little girl… The nickname is all too familiar, and it’s not like anyone else with a country accent would call you that. “You were Santa Claus?” You ask him, slightly nudging him. “She’s smart… Can’t fucking wait to make her go all stupid for our cocks.” Ransom says, a smug half-grin on his face.

You whimper at his words because they’re straight out of your greatest fantasies.

“Oh you like that, don’t you? You really wanna be dumb and stupid for our cocks?” Bucky asks in a condescending tone. You shake your head no because all you want is to get out of here. “Let’s get the real party started…” Chris ominously says, grabbing a bottle of Dom Pérignon. He pops it open, the wooden cork flying to the other side of the room.

Foam pours out of the bottle and everyone cheers, minus yourself. Instead, you flinch and still try to move from their grasps. Andy hands him the glasses and he pours everyone half a glass. You, on the other hand, receive a full glass with a strawberry inside. “I- I think I had enough to drink tonight…” You shyly tell them, inching your body away from Andy. “Nonsense, celebrate with us, little girl.” He objects, beginning to tilt the glass forward.

You shake your head and twist your face away, but Bucky’s metal hand stops you. He roughly grabs your jaw and squeezes until your mouth pops open. Champagne fills your mouth and you refuse to swallow. Lee’s fingers dance across your cheek and clamp over your nose, cutting off your only source of oxygen. “C’mon, swallow it all. Do it like the good little girl you are.” Charles demands, the praise going straight to the pit of your stomach.

You cave because there’s no way you’re winning this. Against your will, you swallow the bubbly golden liquid. Slight carbonation sizzles on your tongue and in the back of your throat. You have to admit, it is absolutely delightful. You now see why rich people drink it like it’s water. “That’s a good girl. See? Wasn’t so bad after all.” Andy praises you, tapping your cheek as though you’re a pet.

You whimper again, feeling Lee and Bucky grab your arms tightly. “As much as I love that cute little dress, I’d prefer to see you out of it,” Ransom smirks, handing Andy another glass of champagne. This time, it’s a glass of Boërl & Kroger Magnum. It’s stronger, much stronger than the previous one. Ransom’s hands come to the front of your favourite dress and a loud rip reverberates throughout the room.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the room fills with whistles and groans. “Fuckin’ hell, little girl.” Lee groans, his cock swelling up once again. Suddenly, everyone’s trousers are a few sizes too small. They drink in your lingerie-clad form and you grow even shyer underneath their strong gazes. “I don’t know if I wanna fuck you in this little get-up, or rip it off and then fuck you.” Steve groans, palming himself through his dress pants.

You don’t realize until now that they’ve all surrounded you. Andy tilts the glass into your slack jaw and you allow the bubbly beverage to fill your mouth. Why fight it? Plus, there’s no way you can get wasted off of champagne. You can feel a bit of champagne dribble down your chin and towards your cleavage. It has you feeling even more embarrassed and ashamed than you already are.

The sight fuels everyone in the room. “Fuck it,” Steve says, grabbing the glass from Andy. He throws it behind him, a crash reverberating in the room. You flinch at the sound and Ransom cooes condescendingly. “Are you scared, little girl?” Ransom asks you, tilting your chin up to his face. His blue eyes are blown out with lust and darkness. He smashes his lips against yours and you’re not sure whether to kiss him back or not.

A harsh hand squeezing your ass warns you to mimic his movements. The kiss is rough and filled with need. You try to keep up with kiss lips, so focused on doing it correctly. You don’t even realize that you’re being moved to one of the couches and that everyone has been stripped from their suits. The only article of clothing on the men is their boxers. Ransom shoves his tongue into your mouth and you let him dominate you. Sets of hands begin to feel up your body — groping, squeezing, rubbing.

You feel someone else’s lips on your neck, lightly peppering kisses near that sweet spot of yours. As soon as Charles hits it, you melt in all of their hands. “That’s a good girl, yeah.” Chris praises, cupping one of your tits through your bra. The strings on your lingerie are tearing away, the sound echoing in your ears. Your bra and underwear remain, with tethers of red string on them. Sebastian’s hands run up and down your waist, making goosebumps form.

You aren’t sure what Lee, Andy and Steve are doing, but you know their hands are on you somewhere. Then, Ransom pulls away. Your lips are swollen and they even hurt a bit, too. You can feel wetness pooling in your red panties, but you’re too drunk to care about your sudden neediness. You’re worried about what’s going to happen. Lee lifts you and places you on the expensive shag carpet.

You whimper in pain as the carpet digs into your skin remorselessly. “Sorry, baby. It’ll be worth it, don’t worry.” Lee gently tells you, rubbing your cheek. Suddenly, he strikes you harshly. You let out a shriek of pain and fear, but you’re quickly shushed. “Shh, I know you like that, look -- You’re rubbing your thighs together like a lil’ slut.” He jeers, stroking the other cheek. You whimper and shake your head, even though he’s correct.

“Lying isn’t very nice, little girl,” Steve warns, standing next to Lee. You look up at them both, tears welling in your beautiful eyes. The sight makes them even harder than they already are, to the point where it’s almost unbearable. Lee pulls his boxers down and so does Steve. You gasp and your jaw nearly drops. Their cocks bunce up and slap their lower abdomens. Pre-cum leaks from their swollen, red tips. They’re both roughly the same size, but Lee is thicker than Steve.

“You like what you see, little girl?” Steve asks, grabbing the base of his cock. It looks even bigger in his large hands, and you gulp in fear. You’re not sure why you’re nodding, but you can’t stop yourself. Lee gives his cock a few strokes, and Steve grabs a handful of your hair. You whimper loudly as he drags you closer to his cock. “Say ‘ahh’.” Steve teases, before shoving his cock into your mouth.

You’ve done this before, but never with someone of his length and girth. Your mouth and jaw immediately start to hurt at the stretch. His cock is only halfway into your mouth, but it’s quite possibly one of the worst feelings ever. Steve tugs at your hair again, and you take it as a sign to start sucking. You hollow your cheeks and begin to bob your head, your tongue laving at the bottom of his cock.

You can feel the different veins on his cock throb, pulsating underneath the wetness of your tongue. He groans above you and the others in the room whistle at you. You’re not sure where to look, so your eyes dart around. You end up locking eyes with the man above you and your squeak around his cock. The vibrations of your voice have him cursing like a sailor. “Fuckin’ hell, little girl. So good at sucking cock.” He praises, petting the top of your head.

You involuntarily hum at the praise, squeezing your thighs together. Suddenly, you’re pulled off of Steve’s cock. You gasp for air, not even realizing how you were barely breathing whilst sucking his cock. Your chest heaves and your heart clamours as Lee drags you closer to him. He slaps the fat tip of his cock on your thrumming cheek. You flinch, feeling sticky pre-cum stain your face. Lee shoves his cock in your mouth the same way Steve did, only this time he forces you all the way down.

Your nose meets his fuzzy, soft tummy. You gag and sputter around his cock, trying to control your very much needed breathing. Lee places both his hands on each side of your head. Somehow, he’s still a bit gentle with you, even though he’s forcing you to suck his cock. He slowly moves your head up and down, moaning softly at the feeling of your wet mouth. Saliva coats his coat with a sticky sheen that only helps you make him feel good and nothing more.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans loudly, tossing his head back. You swallow around his cock, your threat constricting around him for a brief moment. You can feel his heavy balls against your chin for a few moments every now and then. All of a sudden, you’re once again pulled away from his cock. Steve forces himself farther into your mouth, just like Lee.

You feel light-headed from the little bit of air you’re getting. But you know that’s not their priority. Gags fill the room and your eyes roll back into your head. You aren’t pulled off of his cock, yet. “Fuck, I’m pretty sure she’s enjoying this as much as you are, Steve,” Bucky says, only just realizing that you’re trying to alleviate the ache between your legs. Everyone’s eyes fall to your cunt, where you’re rubbing your thighs together and humping the hair like a little bunny.

“Bet she probably doesn’t even realize it…” Ransom smirks, feeling his cock throb. You can only hear some of their words. You don’t know what they’re talking about, but it can’t be good. Steve begins to thrust his cock into your mouth, moving his hips back and forth. His balls slap your chin, his cock stretches your mouth and his moans are the only thing your ears can hear. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He announces, and you shake your head in objection.

You place your hands on his thighs and push him as much as you can. Your efforts are wasted because he doesn’t budge at all. You decide to resort to hitting, but it still doesn’t do anything. Steve suddenly still and his cum shoots down your throat. White stickiness fills your mouth up and you whine loudly. Steve paints your mouth with white streaks and he sighs loudly. He doesn’t pull out even after he’s already come, and you’re confused.

“C’mon, swallow it all like the good little slut you are.” He husks, his voice a bit hoarse. He shoves his cock more into your throat and you have no choice but to swallow it all. As soon as you do, Lee pulls you away from Steve. “Fuckin’ piece of shit.” He grumbles loud enough for only you to hear. He gives a nod to someone and then grabs a hold of your head again. “Shh it’s okay, you can do it. I know you can, you’re a good girl.” He eases, slowly pushing his cock into your wet cavern.

Unlike Steve, Lee is a bit gentler. Maybe it’s because his heart is slightly bigger than his dick. His cock hits your gag reflex and you’re so fucking lucky that you aren’t having any… accidents. Steve’s cum is still lingering in your mouth — musky, a little salty, and sticky. The droplets that are on the side of your mouth roll down Lee’s cock, leaving slight wetness on him that isn’t saliva. As soon as your nose nuzzles against his stomach, he groans.

He keeps your head locked in place for some reason, you’re not exactly sure why. Maybe he’s giving you some time to get used to his thickness. You hum in delight, a way of showing that you’re thankful that he’s sparing you some humanity. He chuckles, stroking one of your cock-filled cheeks. Cold fingers crawl between your thigh and you jump in fear. Your body doesn’t fully jerk away because of Lee’s strength. You can see Bucky smirking from your peripheral view and he rubs your wet cunt through the panties.

You shake your head and try to kick him away, but he stops you from protesting. Bucky spanks your ass harshly, watching as the skin ripples from the force. “Uh uh, stop that. Don’t make me put you over my knee and spank you ‘till you’re bleeding.” He threatens, placing one of his knees on your leg. You try to wiggly away from him, but your attempts are fruitless. You accept defeat, but only for now.

His metal hand returns to your cunt and he grabs the crotch of your soaking wet underwear. Bucky pulls it away from your cunt and you can still see his grin as smug as ever. You look up at Lee and your eyes plead for him to stop it all, but he just rubs your bulging throat. He moans at the slight pleasure and you gulp in fear. His thumb rubs at your cheek whilst Bucky rips your underwear away from your pussy.

Sebastian, Chris, Ransom, Andy, Charles, and Steve watch the sight before them with their hands palming their hard cocks. “She’s so fucking wet, aren’t you, little girl? Bet you got this wet just from sucking their cocks, ‘cause you love it so much. You love being a little slut for us.” He sneers, lightly smacking your cunt. You whimper around Lee’s cock and he grows tired of holding back.

He drags his hips back slightly and moves your head away from his cock, before pushing you back down rather quickly and harshly. You feel Bucky’s fingers trace at your drooling hole, occasionally dipping the tip of one of his fingers inside. He traces your wet lips and your sensitive clit too. You twitch at the sudden stimulation. Lee guides you up and down his cock at a rather decent pace. Your gags, wet noises and Lee’s moans fill the room in a rather melodious manner.

Bucky pushes one finger into your tight cunt, groaning at how your pussy immediately hugs his digit. “God, you’re so fucking tight. This cunt just needs to be destroyed, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, we’re gonna ruin it for any other man.” Bucky chuckles, pushing his digit further into you. He feels around, searching that spot that you haven’t found yet.

“You look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of my cock, little girl. So fuckin’ pretty, ‘s like it was made just for me.” Lee cooes at you, thrusting even harder into your mouth. Tears sting your eyes but you ignore them. Bucky let’s put a noise of satisfaction and pride as you clench around his fingers. “There it is… Do you like it when I touch you like that, baby? Yeah, I know you do. Fuckin’ love it.” He husks in your ear, before nibbling on your earlobe.

You squeeze your eyes shut once Bucky starts moving his fingers inside you. Lee fucks your face with sloppy movements, signalling his impending orgasm. You place your hands on his thick, squishy thighs. Your short nails dig into his soft skin slightly as Bucky assaults your g-spot with his metal fingers. Lee pulls out your hair, a delicious sting radiating from your head. The pain makes you sputter once again around his cock, and that’s when Lee loses himself.

Just like Steve, he shoves his cock further down your throat as he hits his orgasm. His hot cum shoots down your throat, some of it filling your mouth up along with his cock. His hips are stilled but his cock is twitching almost wildly in your mouth. You can feel him throbbing against your tongue and you’re more ashamed than ever. Hopefully, it’s all over now. You shut your eyes close, unable to look Lee in his eyes.

He gives your cheek a light slap, and this time you don’t shriek or flinch. You swallow obediently around his cock, losing all defiance just so that it can all be over. You cringe at the feeling of his cum sliding down your throat, which is a fleeting moment. Bucky’s other hand reaches down to play with your little pearl of nerves. Suddenly, you’re gushing around his single-digit as it thrusts in and out of your pussy. “You look so pretty when you come, little girl. Such a sight.” Bucky whispers in your ear, kissing your neck.

“Aw, you love this, don’t you?” Lee asks, watching as you struggle to keep yourself together. You shake your head, even though the man above you doesn’t allow you to move. “Yeah, you do. You love sucking your seniors’ cocks and having your bosses watch. That’s why you’re all wet, right? Soaking Bucky’s fingers an’ coming all around them.” Lee presses, pulling his cock out. Somehow, he’s still as hard as ever. Steve too.

You open your mouth up to scream for help, but Ransom quickly stops you. His hand wraps around your neck and squeezes, cutting you off. Your scream for help dies down in your throat and so has all the fight in your body. Bucky continues to fuck you with his finger and his hand doesn’t leave your clit either. His movements are quicker, much quicker. Ransom leans his face close to yours, a dangerous scowl staining his.

“Do you want us to be rough, hm? We can fucking ruin you, and your holes. Are you that fucking stupid to try and scream? Who’s gonna help you anyway? Especially if they walk in to see you bouncing up and down on our cocks, begging for our cum.” He spits, squeezing your throat even tighter. “I— I’m sorry.” You apologize, scared of the man in front of you and the others who surround you.

You can feel yourself slowly losing consciousness, slowly but surely. Tears sting your eyes and begin to leak down your cheeks, maybe Ransom chuckle. You can feel his pinky ring dig into the skin of your neck, just like how you can feel Bucky’s fingers push against your sweet spot. “Do you wanna breathe, or do you wanna cum like a good girl?” He asks lowly, staring right into your eyes. You’re not sure what the right answer is, but you can barely think.

From the loss of oxygen to the way Bucky's fingers and slowing down and denying your pleasure. You feel Ransom’s fingers loosen a bit, almost as if he’s giving you a hint. You’re sure he knows you can’t think straight, and he’s probably going to tease you for it. “I… I wanna cum like-- like a good girl…” You breathlessly admit, feeling your eyes flutter shut. “Please…” You beg, more tears leaking from your glassy eyes.

Ransom lets go of your neck but he doesn’t let you fall. Bucky’s ministrations on your pussy speed up, bringing you closer to the edge. White fire burns in your stomach and cunt as you can feel yourself about to cum. “Please, please, please, Sir…” You unconsciously beg, before starting to sob. “Awe… Look at you, so desperate. Hm? You don’t even care if you were gonna pass out, you just want to come.�� Ransoms jabs at you, grabbing your face roughly.

You can see that he’s taken off his boxers, his hard cock hanging between his built thighs. “Do it, come right fucking now.” He demands, before hollowing his cheeks out. You can’t see what he’s doing through your bleary eyesight, but you have a feeling that it isn’t good for you. You let out a gasp as Ransom spit on your face, his sticky salvia painting your left cheek.

It drips down to your open mouth in the worst way possible. You let it roll into your mouth because you can’t stop it. “Oh my God, yes…” You pant desperately as you hit your climax. You cum all over Bucky’s fingers, your cunt spasming. You moan loudly, just like the slut they claim you are. Bucky rubs your clit and continues to finger you until you can barely keep yourself up. “So sensitive… God, I’m gonna have so much fun with this pussy.” Bucky groans, slowing down his movements.

You barely have any time to collect yourself from your heaven-sent orgasm. You’re being lifted and placed on someone else. You rub your eyes and turn around, just to see Andy smirking up at you. His kind-seeming eyes, but his smile tells a different story. You turn back around, just to see your bosses and their deviant partners surrounding you. Charles steps forward with his signet ring-decorated hand wrapped around his cock.

He stares you down as he spits in his hands and brings it to his cock. He strokes himself slowly, the salvia making lewd squelching sounds. Andy’s hands crawl up your ass to your soft thighs. He grabs your skin and spreads your legs as wide as he deems best. His thighs rest under yours as Charles kneels down in front of you. “Such a pretty little pussy, Bambina.” He softly tells you, as though he’s your lover.

It seems that you’re looking at him, it truly does. But in reality, you’ve zoned out to a land far, far away from where there were no monsters like these men. Only princes and heroes like him. “Look at her, she looks so fucked out.” Steve comments, pointing at you. Charles hums, before snapping his fingers. Your trip is cut short, and you’re back to reality. Charles grabs the base of his cock and slaps the head of it on your sensitive clit, making you twitch.

Andy runs two of his fingers across your face; his pointer and his middle finger. He moves down to your slightly parted lips and pushes them inside. Charles smears his pre-cum against your wet lips, mixing the stickiness with your cum. You whimper at the feeling and focus on that only. “C’mon, suck on my fingers like it’s my cock, little girl.” Andy urges, pressing your tongue with his fingers.

You hesitatingly comply, trying to please him. The more you listen, the quicker it’ll all be over, right? “You’re just a good little slut, aren’t you? So good, the best little girl ever.” Charles praises, running the head of his cock through your folds. If this was all… okay, then you would agree with him and serve your duties as a good girl. But it isn’t okay, so you leave it at that. Charles pulls his now soaking wet cock away from your pussy, and you feel him push in.

But it isn’t him. It’s Andy’s cock. He slowly pushes into you, stretching you until it hurts like nothing before. He bottoms out with a loud moan that nearly makes your right ear hurt. He doesn’t begin to fuck you brutally, as any man would. No, he stays buried in your wet cunt and Charles seizes the moment. His wet cock head nudges against your other hole, the one that was forbidden to your boyfriend — ex-boyfriend.

You flinch and try to close your legs, but Andy stops you as quickly as possible. “Please…” You beg, using your eyes to tell him “No, I don’t want this. Please stop.” He shushes you and pushes the head of his cock in slightly. You’re gratefully he doesn’t just get on with it and brutalizes you. Andy pulls out of your wet cunt and you’re immensely confused.

To be honest, though, you always are.

Charles pushes into your cunt and fills you up like Andy. He immediately finds your sweet spot just like Bucky did. Andy grabs his cock and leads it to your tighter hole, before slowly pushing in. He groans loudly at how tight you are, how much you’re squeezing him like a vice. “No, stop it, please.” You beg, trying to get up from your spot on his chest.

He pulls you back down and Charles wraps his hand around your throat. “Shut up. Shut your fucking mouth before I get one of them to stuff it full with their cock.” He threatens. His face is calm in the most frightening way possible. Andy curses behind you as he finally bottoms out inside your ass. The pain makes you want to scream, but after your previous antics, you choose to just bite your lip and keep quiet.

Your short, red nails dig into your palms and draw blood, but it doesn’t hurt that badly. They both nod at each other but you don’t notice it at all, too focused on the excruciating pain you’re feeling. You might say that you’re about to pass out, but you can’t even form anything more than “please,” and moans of pain. Charles’s rough thumb rests upon your throbbing clit, ready to bring you to your orgasm.

But God, you’re squeezing his cock so tightly with your pussy it takes him a few moments to collect himself. “You’re squeezing our cocks so nicely, little baby. You just don’t wanna let us go.” Andy chuckles, wiggling his hips for some friction. You let out a loud moan — and you’re not sure if it’s of pain or pleasure.

Charles slowly drags his cock out of your cunt, leaving just the tip inside you. The feeling of sudden emptiness reminds you of when you stand up too quickly after laying down for a while. Mind-altering, if you must say. He slams back inside you and Andy does the opposite; pulling out of you. Charles fuck you slow, yet hard and rough. He rubs your clot quickly as he fucks you relentlessly.

Groans, whistles, curse words and moans all fill the room yet you only focus on the way their cocks are driving in and out of you. “Fuck, such a nice ass. You love having Daddy’s cock in your ass, don’t you?” Andy asks, looking straight down to where you’re connected. You swallow thickly and Charles feels it against his hand. He squeezes the sides of your throat slightly, and you nod quickly.

“Say it. Say you love having my cock fuck your little ass. I bet nobody ever fucked you like this, not even that lousy boyfriend of yours. You probably wished he took you like the little slut you are, destroying all your holes.” He demands as his dirty words make you wetter and wetter. “I…” You pant helplessly, looking around.

Everyone stares you down, their cocks in their hands as they slowly jerk off to you. “I l-love having your c-cock fuck my a-ass, Daddy.” You sheepishly tell him, whispering that last part. “Brava, Bambina.” Charles praises, punctuating his words with one thrust that hits your cervix. You let out a cry and the lewd sounds of them fucking you are drowned out for a brief second.

Charles continues to pummel your g-spot, and occasionally, your cervix. The pain isn’t as bad as the pain Andy is causing you. You can feel Andy’s cock pulsating in you, driving in and out of you. You’re sure you’re probably bleeding, but you know that none of these men care. “Fuck, she’s so stretched out…” Someone says, loud enough so you can hear.

You feel yourself being pushed to the edge at a rather fast pace. “You gonna come, baby? You gotta ask us first.” Charles snickers, slowing down his thrusts and taking away his thumb from your clit. You whine out like a bitch in heat, desperate to come all over their cocks. “Please…” You beg, gyrating your hips so that Charles can continue to fuck you like a starved man.

“Gotta do better than that, Tesoro Mio.” He hums, pulling out even more. He watches in awe as your wetness coats his cock like nothing before. In the bright lights, his cock glistens with your juices. “Please, please let me come! I need it, I want to come so badly, Sir!” You beg, bucking your hips upwards. “That’s a good little slut.” He praises, pushing back into your cunt. You moan loudly and wantonly once he bottoms out again.

The pain in your ass finally turns into pleasure and you moan even louder. “Oh my god!” You squeal despite your throat hurting. You grind down on their cocks slightly, chasing your orgasm. “Please let me come. Please, Sir… Please, Daddy!” You beg involuntarily, taking a page out of your wildest fantasies. Your words spur them on and you’re suddenly crashing into a lovely climax. You moan loudly and clamp down on their cocks as much as your body lets you.

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful when you come around our cocks. You love being fucked by two men, don’t you? Yeah, yeah you do. That’s why you’re being so needy and desperate.” Andy groans in your ear, feeling his balls tighten up as you milk him and Charles for all they’re worth. You nod in agreement, not even caring anymore,

You soak their cocks with your cum, and your eyes roll back into your skull. “Awe, look at her. She goin’ all stupid.” Lee teases, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his release. Your heart clamours in your chest, beating wildly as you struggle to come down from your high. Your mind has a slight buzz to it, and the champagne is the one to blame. You can hear soft moans from the other men, and you fight back a shy smile of pride.

Charles and Andy both have beads of sweat dripping down their skin, enhancing your arousal. They both curse under their breaths and groan. Andy’s hips still first, and his cock twitches inside you. “Oh fuck…” He groans in a low voice. Streaks of cum paint your insides, filling you up in a pleasant way possible. You sigh at the feeling and look up at Charles. He squeezes your throat a bit tighter, which only makes you wetter.

His thrusts are slow and sloppy, signalling his orgasm. “Please come in me… Please, Sir.” You whisper to him, knowing he needs something to push him over the edge. “Fill me up with your cum, Sir.” You add, remembering certain lines from porn videos you used to watch. “Oh— fuck…” He groans as he comes inside you. You can feel his cum, filling you up to the brim and then some. Andy pulls out, his cock lightly brushing against Charles’s thigh.

You watch Charles as he slowly comes down from euphoria. You feel empty, so empty. Bucky watches with hungry eyes as cum and a tinge of blood leaks out of your asshole. It’s slightly stretched, which only turns him on even more. Charles drags his cock out of your pussy, slowly and carefully just so that he won’t hurt you.

Again, if the circumstances weren’t so… fucked up, you would’ve enjoyed this all.

You sigh and flop backwards onto Andy’s chest, ready for sleep to take you. You feel your eyes flutter shut, but then you’re jerked back to reality. Your eyes open up just for you to come face to face with Bucky, who smiles deviously at you. “I know you’re tired, baby, but we’re not done with you yet.” He cooes at you, rubbing your ass.

You don’t know where he’s taking you, but you hope it’s somewhere near the door.

“Hi, baby girl… You feelin’ good?” A raspy yet oh-so-familiar voice asks you. You rub your eyes as you’re set on someone’s lap. Ransom’s dark, lust-filled eyes lock with your tired ones. It takes you a good few moments to nod, and he chuckles. His hand comes up to your face, cupping your slightly sticky cheek. He caresses your face with his thumb, and you involuntarily lean into his touch.

Bucky pushes you farther into Ransom’s arms and he grabs your hurting hips. Cum leaks from both of your aching, stretched holes. Ransom’s hand leaves your cheek, but it quickly returns. But this time, it isn’t sweet and loving. No. Instead, he gives you a light slap on the cheek, just like Lee did. The coolness of his ring on your hot skin is… refreshing. It’s different.

Your ass is lifted into the air slightly, giving Bucky easy access to your stretched out rim. Bucky runs his hands up and down your ass, occasionally spanking you. The crack of his hand against your skin is just a reminder of your situation. You can feel Ransom’s cock resting right beneath your abused cunt, throbbing with want and need.

He grabs the base of his cock and lines the fat, leaking tip up to your cum-filled hole. Neither he nor Bucky needs any lube, all thanks to Andy and Charles. In one thrust, he fills you in a way that your fingers can’t. You can feel Bucky scoop up some of the cum leaking from your holes, along with your juices. Everywhere is tingling, a sensation unlike anything else.

He brings his fingers up to your mouth and Ransom squeezes your jaw until your mouth falls open, just like before. Bucky quickly pushes his fingers into your mouth. The taste of cum — salty, musky, and sweet — fills your mouth. It laps over your tongue and you involuntarily swallow it all. Whilst being distracted by Bucky’s fingers in your mouth, you don’t realize that he’s already pushing into your ass.

You gasp around his fingers as he quickly bottoms out inside you. Bucky’s too eager to take it slow. Bucky takes his now spit-slick fingers and wraps his arm around you, reaching down to your clit. You feel even more full than when Andy and Charles were in you. Maybe it’s the added cum, or maybe it’s the same and you’re just not used to being filled by two cocks.

Ransom moves his hand to your stomach and rubs the skin there — the bulging skin. The outline of his cock is faint, but it’s there. “Look at you, all filled up with our cocks.” Ransom whispers, before roughly grabbing your hips. He grinds you down onto his cock before lifting you slightly. Both he and Buckypull out slightly and start shallowly thrusting into you, almost in a teasing way.

You want more, you want more pleasure so badly. You want them to fuck you hard, for them to fuck you deeply and maybe even roughly. “You want something, don’t you, baby? So ungrateful…” Ransom disappointingly coaxes. You thrust back onto Bucky’s cock, a trick you learned from when you caught your ex-boyfriend balls-deep in your closest friend. Then, you grind down on Ransom’s cock.

Cum drips from both of your entrances and runs down the sides of their shafts and your inner thighs. “Fuck, if you wanted it that badly all you had to do was ask real sweetly.” Bucky groans, losing all sense and self-control. He pulls his cock out all the way, not even leaving the tip inside your ass. Ransom pulls halfway out and then bucks his hips up. He fucks back into you, but this time it’s more deep and punctuated.

“Oh— Thank you… Thank you, Sir!” You squeal as Ransom pounds against your g-spot over and over. His sticky, swollen, heavy balls slap against your empty ass. Bucky rubs your clit slowly, just to hear you whine like the desperate slut you are. “C’mon, make some noise for Daddy.” He demands in your ear, rubbing the tip of his cock on your other hole.

The feeling is lovely, but you crave more. “Please… Please fuck my ass, Daddy! I wan’ it so bad, wan’ you to put your big cock in me… Please, please…” You beg whilst you pant wildly. “примерная девочка.” He husks before pushing his hips forward. Despite having your… anal cherry being just popped, he acts as though you’re constantly begging to take it up the ass.

“Fuck, she doing that thing again,” Ransom comments, staring at your face. By ‘that thing,’ he means that way your mouth drops open in a silent scream and your eyes roll back into your skull. You clench around both Bucky’s and Ransom’s cocks, even though your muscles are barely working. You fall onto Ransom’s chest and you can hear his heart beating wildly in his chest, just like yours.

Unbeknownst to you, you just gave Bucky more leverage to fuck your ass. He takes his hand away from your clit and instead wraps it around your hair. He gives your hair a slight tug, and starts fucking you even harder. You dig your nails into Ransom’s chest at the stronger thrusts overpower your entire body and mind. You can hear a groan rumbling in his chest. “Fuck, best pussy I ever had.” He growls, finishing his sentence with one painful snap of his hips that goes straight to your cervix.

“Oh, can I come, please? I need it so— so badly, Daddy… Please, please let me come…” You beg, feeling the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten up. The pressure increases and you’re not sure if you can hold out for a minute more. The lewd sounds, the feeling of their cocks driving in and out of you, and their moans all push you to the edge.

“Awe, well go ahead, little girl. You’ve earned it, come all over our cocks.”

“Yeah… Fuck— I don’t think ‘m gonna last any longer…” Bucky curses under his breath loud enough for you and Ransom to hear. Ransom nods, a bead of sweat running down his neck. Bucky’s metal hand comes up to your bra and he unhooks it. Ransom grabs the cheap fabric and throws it at one of his friends. Ransom gives a wink to Lee, who pockets your bra.

Your tits are sticky with dried champagne from before. Ransom has the urge to swirl his tongue around your hardened nubs until you’re coming around their cocks once again. But his basic needs are just more important than yours as of now. Bucky’s hips still first, his brutality against your ass finally coming to an end.

He swallows thickly — but he gets caught off by a loud, deep moan of his own. It’s right in your ear, and Bucky has you use your body as a brace to hold himself up. His balls tighten up and cum shoots inside your ass. You’re far more sensitive than the previous time and now you can feel every single drop painting your walls. Ransom follows, his load pumping into you in a relieving way. Your walls encompass them both, hugging them tightly.

Bucky fucks into you with a few more thrusts; shallow and quick. He prolongs his orgasm until his mind is fuzzy and his cock can’t take it. He pulls out, removing his hand from your hair and he sighs. His and Andy’s cum follows his cock along with a streak of light pink. He feels nice, prideful in a way that throughout all the pain, you only ever took pleasure.

Ransom keeps his cock locked inside of you, and he just knows that you’re on the verge of either crying, screaming, or passing out. He also knows that you’re smart, and won’t do anything other than remain docile for Sebastian and Chris. “C- Can I go now? I won’t tell anyone– I swear!” You plead to Ransom in an excited sort of whisper. Ransom clenches his jaw and stares down at you, and your lips turn down into a frown.

“You’re lucky we aren’t alone.” He tells you and his words are enough to shut you up. You whimper, but you don’t apologize. “You’ve been such a good girl…” Sebastian says from behind you. You turn around and look up at him. He smiles at you and it’s gentle, almost reassuring. But you don’t return it. Sebastian wraps his muscly arms around you and picks you up with ease.

Ransom’s cock slips from your folds with ease, and cum drips from your filled up pussy. White stickiness drips down your slightly sweaty thighs and it makes you feel so conscience-stricken. Unlike every other time — like when you were sucking off Lee and Steve, or getting fucked by Ransom and Bucky or Charles and Andy — you’re now standing up. It’s weird, a funny feeling that might take you a few seconds to get used to.

Chris comes up to you and he has a menacing stance. He cups your face with his soft yet slightly coarse hands. You flinch, scared that he’ll slap you the way Ransom did beforehand. Luckily, he doesn’t. “Aw, you’re scared, aren’t you?” Chris asks you, rubbing your top lip with his thumb. You hesitatingly nod. “Don’t be. The only thing you should be scared of is us destroying your holes… And by the looks of it, it seems like we already have.” He chuckles in a mocking manner.

You gulp thickly and try to ignore the newfound wetness that is pooling in your core. Along with it is a fire that doesn’t seem to be put out yet. Sebastian’s hands move from your waist to your back, and then to your hips. His movements are gentle and soft, almost as if his intentions hold no malice. But the truth is a complete contrast to what he’s trying to imply.

He spins you around in one swift movement and your world tilts on its axis for a brief moment. You grip his biceps as you try to get a hold of yourself. “Wanna see this pretty face while I fuck you into oblivion.” He mumbles under his breath, and you can feel Chris’s hands running all over your hurting ass. “And I wanna see this ass while I fuck it.” Chris chuckles in your ear once again.

He lands a spank onto your ass, watching the skin ripple in such a marvellous way he swears he’ll never see a girl as pretty as you. Sebastian lifts you up and on instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel Sebastian’s cock right near your beaten up, cum-filled entrance. Then, you feel Chris’s tip at your other entrance.

They both thrust into you at once, and a loud squelching noise fills the room. “That cunt is so filled up…” Steve comments from the side, slowly jerking his cock off. You squeeze your eyes shut at his words, and try to block them out. Sebastian lets out a choked moan, whereas Chris groans lowly in your ear.

They both hold you up by your ass, and they start to thrust into you hard and fast. Your head lols back onto Chris’s shoulder and you can barely keep up with them. Sebastian’s hips buck up to your pussy and his cockhead slams into your cervix. “Ow…” You whine, before biting down on your lip. Your lipstick is smeared and your makeup is all ruined, but that seems to be the last thing on your mind.

You’re so fucking sensitive, it’s practically hilarious. Your little body has reached its limit... but maybe your body has no limit anymore. “Shh, just give up, babydoll. You’re doing so good, letting us use you.” Sebastian praises as he delivers a nice, harsh thrust. Chris ruts into you like no tomorrow, treating you like the fleshlight you are.

“Yeah– You love getting used. Bet your boyfriend couldn’t fuck you like this, couldn’t make you feel this good. He probably didn’t know how much of a slut you are.” Chris whispers in your ear whilst he grinds his cock into you. Both of their cocks are covered in cum, but they don’t mind. “These holes belong to us, right? All ours, ready to be used anytime.” Mr. Evans adds.

His slightly greying beard scratches your skin, right where Ransom was choking you. He places a few kisses on your bruising, hurting neck. Your hardened nipples rub against Sebastian’s sweaty chest, and your bulging abdomen touches his, too. “It’s… ‘S too much..” You complain in a dragged out, pathetic whine that turns into a moan. “Oh, it’s too much? Poor baby… Do you want us to slow down?” Chris asks, bringing his thrusts to a halt.

You nod before you start begging because you know they want the cherry on top. “Yes, please. Please, Sir, please slow down.” You ask them politely. You even flash your signature puppy dog eyes, hoping they haven’t gone out of style yet. They both coo at you, before smirking at each other. You shut your eyes and sigh, but your eyelids fly back open when you feel Sebastian and Chris starting to fuck you even harder.

“Too bad,” Sebastian grunts. “You’re going to take whatever the fuck we give you.” He sneers, and you can feel that pressure in your stomach beginning to increase. But it’s too much, more than you can handle. You shake your head and beg them to stop, but your pleas are silenced when Chris wraps his hand around your throat.

Every word that’s in your mouth dies down, and the only thing that comes from you are your moans and whimpers. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you? Just can’t help it, it feels too fucking good, doesn’t it? Do it, come all over our cocks right fucking now.” Sebastian growls as your moans become louder and your grip on their cocks grow tighter.

Your legs are shaking as you come undone. Your hands curl into fists and your eyes shut as they roll back. Your wet walls gush around their thick, long cocks and they continue to fuck you until you’re babbling like a dumb little baby. “Fuck…” Chris curses under his breath, his thrusts becoming sloppy. It’s the same for Sebastian, and inside you’re elated.

Finally, finally, it’s all over.

They both pull out and you’re all but confused. They set you on the ground and you can barely stand without holding on to either Chris or Sebastian. Lee chuckles, and you shut your eyes in embarrassment. “Oh, don’t be like that.” Ransom sasses from Lee’s left side. He’s right. These men just put you through hell, and that’s what you’re going to be embarrassed about?

Pathetic.

Sebastian pushes you to your knees and you fall with a muffled thud. Once again, the carpet digs into your knees but this time it isn’t as painful. You look up, and you’re suddenly surrounded by everyone. Mr. Stan, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Bodecker, Mr. Blackwood, Mr. Evans, Mr. Rogers, Mr. Drysdale, and Mr. Barber… You’re not sure whether you should look at any of them in the eyes or not.

Truthfully, you’re not sure what to do. Should you run? Scream? Fight? Stay put? Millions of thoughts run through your mind but none of them seem to fully register. Everyone’s dominant hands are on their cocks, moving up and down at a rather fast pace. Chris and Sebastian fuck their hands even faster, eager to meet their climaxes.

Their moans and groans go straight to your wet pussy, fueling certain feelings you had been trying to push down all night. “Fuck, yes…” Chris moans coarsely. His balls tighten up and his red tip lets out spurts of cum. He paints your face and you nearly gag out of disgust. “You look even prettier with– with your face painted like that.” Lee groans, and he comes too. “Open up.” He orders in a creepy sing-song voice.

You listen to him obediently, and you haven’t noticed that the alcohol in your system has dissipated. His cum shoots straight into your mouth, his signature taste of muskiness and salt spreading across your tongue. After a few more seconds, Chris finally stops. He admires the way your face is covered in cum — his cum, to be exact. “C’mon, swallow it all like the good slut you are.” Sebastian urges, and his streaks of stickiness begin to shoot from his tip, too.

He paints your chest, almost like it’s a canvas. As much as you hate to admit it, this all turns you on even more. You can feel your wetness leaking from your cunt. Lee’s finger drags through the cum that’s on your face and he scoops some of it up. He pushes his finger into your mouth and shakes his head when he learns you haven’t swallowed his seed yet.

His frown is enough for you to listen. You swallow with difficulty, which comes from his digit. Your tongue laps up the cum on his finger and he smiles down at you. He pulls his finger out with a ‘pop’ and your legs are being spread again. You know for a fact you can’t take anything more, but you also know that they probably don’t care.

Ransom aims for your cunt, Steve too. They both come at the same time, loud moans escaping past their plump lips. More cum joins the gratuitous amount that’s already there. Once they stop moaning and they stop coming, you’re turned over onto your stomach. You already know that the carpet is probably a mess that dry cleaning might not accept.

Bucky and Charles cover your ass in ropes of their seed, and your messy chest presses into the ground. There’s more cum on you and in you than there is dignity. “Fuck, I wish my phone wasn’t dead. I would’ve taken so many lovely pictures of our masterpiece here.” Bucky groans, and he continues to give his cock a few more strokes just to lengthen his orgasm.

Andy is the last, only because he has patience for things like this. He paints your back like he’s Monet, or maybe even Da Vinci. Sebastian kneels down in front of you and picks your head up from off the ground. His thumb smears the cum on your face into your skin, and you don’t even have the energy to ask them if it’s all over. He chuckles, before standing back up again.

“Looks like you really were a good girl this year.”

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fat gum | toyomitsu taishirou x fem reader | smut headcanons

notes hello this man is BUILT for reassurance im in love w him 💛

WARNINGS smut, oral sex (m+f), fingering, vaginal sex, size kink, praise kink, reassurance kink. reader is called girl, but no pronouns are used.

MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.

— Can we please talk about Fatgum and his reassurance kink. The man screams Caretaker. Always checking up on you when he has a moment to spare, asking you how your day has been, what you've been up to, if you've been his good little girl.

— When he's home, the first thing he does is look for you. As soon as he passes the entryway, he's calling out, "sweetheart, I'm home!" And if you're not already in front of him, then he's rushing to you, dropping his bags in search of you.

— As soon as he sees you, this big and burly man is sweeping you off your feet, lifting you clean off the ground in one swoop. You're sinking into his softness as he brings you in for a tight hug, uncaring about the injuries that litter his body, too wrapped up in your embrace to care about anything but you.

— There's not a moment that goes by when you're together where he doesn't do something to display his love for you. Whether that be verbally affirming his love, sweetly declaring how precious you are, sweetcheeks, yer lookin' mighty fine this evenin', what'd I do ta' deserve all this, huh? or in the way he drags you from your seat on the sofa so your cute ass is perched on his lap instead, and you're so close he can rub the fat of your thighs, trail his hands over the curve of your waist, as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over your skin and blowing on them gently to make you squirm.

— He can never keep his hands off of you when you're around him; it's instinctive at this point — as soon as he sees you, he's making grabby hands at you, opening his arms widely so you can slot yourself by his side. And when he's got you all pretty and pliant in the bedroom, his mouth is running an endless stream of praise and reassurance.

— When he's on his knees with your thighs wrapped around his head, his tongue lapping at your drooling folds as if he's starving, he slips in praise each time he pulls back to breathe. He murmurs sweet praise like "Mm, y'taste so sweet, honey, you're so good f'me" and "that's it, darlin', cum all over me, just like that, you're doin' so well." His lips wrap around your clit like he's making out with you down there, and there's nothing holding him back from kitten-licking your swollen bud as he slips a thick finger into your dripping hole, drawing out more of your sweet nectar. "Don't ya worry yer pretty li'l head 'bout a thing, sweets, I've got ya, all ya gotta do is cum for me, baby, cum all over me; lemme see what ya got for me, lemme get a real good taste 'a ya." And he'll say he wants just another quick taste before diving back into your wetness, not stopping until you've cum at least three time on his mouth alone, all the while he'll tell you how good you're being for him, assuring you on how pretty you look drippin' cream all over his mouth, tastin' all sweet 'n sexy for your man.

— When you're on your knees for him, then he's holding back whimpers so he can voice how well you're doing. His hips stutter against your face as you take him as deep as you can, your hands — both of them, of course — stroking what can't fit (yet) because he's so incredibly well-endowed, so long and thick and veiny in your hands, your tongue tracing over the pulsing veins as you pump the base of his cock. One hand drops to his balls, hot and heavy in the palm of your hand, and you squeeze him there where you know he's extra sensitive, balls full of cum that's close to bursting at the seams if you carry on this way. And he's not shy to let you know, groaning and growling and sobbing as his cockhead batters the back of your throat. "Ah, fuck, darlin'— 'm gonna cum, can't hold myself back when ya take me like that. Fuck wouldja look at that, deepthroatin' my cock like a champ, yer takin' me so well, ain't ya? Yeah, yer doin' so well, sweetness, keep goin', keep goin'—"

— And when he's laying back on the bed, with you clamping down on his cock as you try to sink down on him, he's singing nothing but praise at how you're taking him so well, about how you're being such a good girl as you let him fill you up. He talks to you so kindly, lets you pause when it gets a bit too overwhelming, and he soothes you by gently rubbing over your hips, cooing about how you're almost there. Some days you can't even fit him all in, but he never lets you feel guilty about that, too busy running his mouth on how he feels like he's gonna blow right there, on how your precious pussy feels so fuckin' tight around his cock. He's all starry eyed and honeyed words as he murmurs about how your belly's swelling with his cock, uttering "look at that, pretty, see how well you're takin' me? Yer so perfect — god, I love ya so much." It's non-stop rambling, slurred words and all, about how you're made for each other, how he's so lucky he's met, how he feels so incomplete without you, and he says it all so earnestly, staring into your eyes with so much love and affection, that you have no choice but to believe in everything he says.

— And when you both fall apart together, he brings you down from your highs with the softest whimpers, quietly assuring you about how amazing you've been, how he feels like he's in heaven, and you're his very own angel. He is so incredibly warm after he's made love to you — you didn't think he could get more adorable, more cuddly and affectionate, but in your post-sex bliss, he is nothing but soft smiles and tender hands. He rubs your back, massages away any aches and caresses your clammy skin, breathlessly telling you that "you're okay, I'm here for ya, sweetness, yer safe 'n sound with me." He always makes sure to hold you extra close, until your body is flush against his and you bask in his heat as you feel yourself drift off to his gentle kisses and hushed whispers. "I'll always be here for ya, pretty baby. 'm not goin' anywhere — stayin' right here by your side forever 'n ever."

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #fatgum x reader #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #taishiro x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #fatgum smut #taishiro smut #taishiro toyomitsu smut #LITERALLY WHO SEARCHES FOR FATGUM FICS W HIS REAL NAME. WHO.#mine #mine.bnha #fat gum x reader #fat gum smut

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the-bejeesus · 2 years

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When people talk about anime that inspired them to work out, the examples they give are usually JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Dragon Ball Z, or Baki. Some shonen with extremely muscular men who accomplish incredible feats.

But for me the anime that inspired me is to excercise is Mob Psycho 100. The one with an underweight protagonist with no stamina. As a comedic plot point, he joined a workout club even though he does not excel in exercising and has amazing talents that negate the need to be fit.

I’ve tried to work out or diet a lot of times. But there were always one of two problems that would make me stop. 1: A lack of results. Fluctuation of weight or stagnation of weight can be quickly discouraging. 2: A selfish reason, like trying to be more attractive to girls. A reason that once served as motivation can turn into guilt if it’s seen for the vanity that it is.

Power dieting and swearing off junk food and fast foods can feel torturous, and the desire to eat something unhealthy can be tempting. When working out I did a lot of heavy lifting, and avoided cardio. This is because a lot of gurus said cardio doesn’t burn much fat, and intense exercise turns your fat into energy and uses it to build muscle. Thus began a vicious cycle where I was either on a death mission trying to become super fit in 6 months, or gave up and was incredibly unhealthy and depressed for 6 months.

What Shigeo taught me is that exercise can be more than a means to an end, it can be an experience. For Shigeo this experience is friendship.

The incredible character trait of everyone in the Body Improvement Club is their extreme friendship. They don’t care why Shigeo is doing this, they don’t care if Shigeo catches up to them in body fitness any time soon. They are all so proud and are quite literally willing to die for him.

For me, my experience in excercise is exploration. The cardio I once swore off as “ineffective” is now my primary form of excercise. Biking on trails, jogging across towns. Rather than trapping myself to a treadmill in my living room, I try to see the beautiful planet I live on. On a treadmill I could step off the second I was exhausted, but outside any distance I run/bike has to be ran/biked back home. There’s an excitement to pushing my limits, making sure I have enough water, and weighing my risks.

My dieting is exploration in a difference sense. Grocery shopping, trying new fruits or small snacks, going organic or finding healthier alternatives to things. No counting carbs, no counting fats, no counting calories. Just planning out a month of affordable produce and small meals. I don’t think I could ever get a huge meal at McDonald’s again, because every time I’m just going to think “14.67 huh? With that kinda money I could buy 16 pounds of apples, they’re .89c/lb at Sprouts. That’s a lot of apples.”

“But what about vanity, huh?” you might ask. Shigeo is not a shining example of selfless body improvement. He wants to get fit so that he has the courage to ask out a girl, the most popular girl in his school at that. And he doesn’t even like her for her personality or anything, just looks. It’s one of his biggest character flaws. Well the lesson here is to not find a selfless reason. Self-body improvement is called that for a reason, you’re improving your body for yourself. Getting a partner, being healthier and living longer, popping your pecs. Most reasons to excercise are selfish, but that’s okay. Selfishness is not always a negative thing. There’s a saying “you gotta help yourself before you can help others.” that includes fulfilling your own wants and being happy.

Once you’ve truly realized a goal and set to accomplish it, the vanity doesn’t matter. You’ve become one with the craft, and can look past your endgame. In one episode, Shigeo spends weeks training for a marathon, even though he’s never run nearly that far without fainting. All to impress Tsubomi. But when she’s cheering him on at the marathon, he’s too focused to acknowledge her. He can’t stop because he wants nothing more than to reach top 10 in the marathon.

This circles back to what I said about the Body Improvement Club, and how they don’t care why Mob joined. They all once had their own reasons for wanting big muscles, or less fat, or more stamina. But they’ve all been in the game so long that none of that is that important anymore. They know so much about muscles, excercises, food, the human body.

Power dieting and heavy lifting have actually worked for me once or twice. I’ve been skinny, and even had some visible muscle buildup. But I never saw a skinny man in the mirror. I always saw someone that was quite chubby and had a long way to go. Other people saw a healthy young man but that didn’t matter to me, because I convinced myself I wasn’t doing this for others and my reasons were completely selfless.

Accepting that my reasonings for being healthier are selfish, in some ironic way, made me care less about fat loss and my appearance. I like the feeling that my blood is flowing that cardio gives me. I love the energy I get from eating vegetables. I don’t check the scales for at least a month. Sometimes I’ll eat a burger or wings about once a week or so, I haven’t sworn off anything like the plague. I just make sure not to overtreat myself. And for the first time in years I weigh under 250. I don’t know how much I weigh exactly right now, but I don’t care. I have healthy habits, and I know if I keep it up maybe one day I’ll weigh even less than 225, or less than 200.

#Mob Psycho 100 #Shigeo #Shigeo Kageyama #anime #also watch Mob Psycho 100 III this fall it's going to be peak fiction :3

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whatissleepeven · 4 years

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Okay so imagine the brothers are offered back their divinity if they kill the MC. How would they react? (Oh or for more angst- get back Lilith in exchange for MC’s life?)

Ohohoho, is this angst hour I sense? Thank you for this ask, and I’m...sorry in advance for the heavy feelings-

(Me: Okay angst time, time to play the appropriate song

*begins playing Spiderman Pizza Delivery Theme*

Me: let’s begin)

Trigger Warnings: Panic Attack (Beel’s Prompt), PTSD Symptoms (Also Beel’s Prompt), Talk of Loss

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Obey Me! Brothers’ Reactions To An Ultimatum

Lucifer

Well, he certainly does think about it.

No, not about the divinity...but about Lilith.

They could have her back in their lives? All for the price of one human?

This human, who has caused him nothing but grief and throws themselves head-first into danger.

If this was towards the beginning of the program, he’d be more inclined to take it-

But he doesn’t.

He can’t do that to you. Not you. You, who had repaired their broken family. You, who had seen all of their flaws and strengths and passions and fears and embraced them.

You, who continues to smile so brightly and say his name with utmost faith in him.

He lowers his arm. You look fearful, but...resigned. Like it will be fine, like it was okay if he killed you.

He hates it.

“Does your life matter to you that little?”

You smile sadly, and a small portion of him wants to scream. No no no, it cries out, this isn’t how you’re supposed to be! Your smiles aren’t supposed to be full of sorrow!

“Your sister meant-...means a lot to you. To all of you. Who am I to take that away, huh?”

He walks over to you, his steps measured. You close your eyes, waiting for the killing blow-

A weight settles on your head, giving it a few rubs. “You are worth more than you could ever know. Remember that.”

He continues to walk, heading out the door. A few tears drip from your face onto the floor.

He could care less about his divinity. If he had to choose here or the Celestial Realm, he’d much rather stay here. He knows, deep in his heart, that Lilith lived a long and successful life.

You, however, are irreplaceable.

Mammon

“H-Hey...ya gotta be kidding me.”

“Well?” You grin, holding your arms out. Your stance is peaceful, like all you’re asking for is a hug. But he knows better.

Divinity and Lilith? All for killing-...

For killing you?

He hates this. He hates the look in your eyes, hates the trust you’re showing him, and hates your bleeding heart that’s just waiting to be taken for granted. Hell, it already has been taken for granted.

“What do you think you’re doin’, playin’ the hero? Wanting to sacrifice yourself? You think that’ll make us happy?!” Tears gather in the corners of his eyes.

You lower your arms, shocked. “Wha-”

You let out a small oomph as he tackles you into a hug, pulling you close.

“You’re trembling, ya idiot.” He mumbles, and you feel something wet drip onto your shirt. He’s crying, you realize. He’s crying because this hurts him.

“Mammon...I-”

He pulls back to clamp his hands down onto your shoulders. “Save it!” He barks forcefully, making you blink. “Ya really thought I’d give all this up? For something that’s already happened? I like what we got goin’ here. My brothers like this life way better than the ones we had in the Celestial Realm. Everyone’s happier lately, and it’s ‘cause of you.”

The minute trembling that ran through your body before returns in full force, tears pooling forth as you grip his shirt. He pulls you back into the hug, and you feel safe. That’s right; he’s your number one protector, the Avatar of Greed.

How could you forget that?

He grins, reaching a hand up to ruffle your hair in a playful manner. You laugh thickly, your tears still falling. “You’re stuck with the Great Mammon, and don’tcha forget it!”

Because you are his priceless treasure. Not Lilith, not some stupid divinity...

You.

Leviathan

Leviathan has always been the outcast.

His passions, his fears, his confidence...All of those are wildly different from his brothers’. He’s not as close as Beel and Belphie are, or as Lucifer and Mammon are, or as Asmo and Satan are.

He’s the black sheep of the family.

“Y-You’re leaving it up to me...?”

You nod. Oh, how he wishes this was just a run-through of an anime script. You two would spend long hours into the night reading the lines and acting them out, repeating each scene until it was done flawlessly.

But reality is far too cruel.

“It’s your family. Your story. I’m just a side character, if you will.”

Your smile is cynical. He wants nothing more than to throw his spare Ruri-chan blanket around your shoulders and force you to marathon the entire series of “I Love My Best Friend But I Get Everything Back If I Kill Them...I Have A Choice To Make!”.

He takes a step forward. Then another. “You...Why would you do that?”

You laugh, a warm sound that serves to make his stomach knot with dread.

“Because I love you guys, why else?”

Silence. He doesn’t know what to say. What’s the right thing to do? What can he do, with his small confidence?

He’s struck with a memory, of the two of you gaming in his room. He had felt terrible due to his brothers critiquing his love for anime to the point he started to berate himself for it, and you merely patted his shoulder while telling him words he’d never forget.

“There’s things only you can do, Levi. So when you start to overthink...just feel, and let your body handle the rest.”

It’s time to take you up on your advice.

“Ghk-!” You stumble as he lunges at you, the both of you toppling to the floor. He’s crying, clinging to you like a lifeline.

“I-I could never kill the Henry to my Lord of Shadows...Every Lord of Shadows only has one Henry...!!”

Leviathan has always been the outcast. He still is, but when he’s with you he feels like he belongs.

Satan

“No.”

“...Huh.” You blink at him. You’re not sure if you heard him right. Did he just-...say “no”?

“No.” He says again, his eyes narrowing. “Please tell me you’re joking about this.”

Why? Why would you throw away your life like that? For their “happiness”? Give him a break.

“What do you think you’re accomplishing by doing this?” His voice starts quiet, growing in volume as he steps towards you. You backpedal, not expecting the angered response, which only serves to fuel his fury.

“Do you think it’d make us happy? Do you think we’d jump at the chance to sacrifice you for something that’s better long forgotten? Do you really think so little of us? Well? ANSWER ME!!”

You flinch as he gets in your personal space, only to freeze when arms wrap around you and squeeze you tight.

“I was born from Lucifer’s wrath, the only bona-fide demon among my other brothers. For a long time, all I knew was anger and hate,” he whispers, stubbornly refusing to look at your shocked gaze. “I began to read to learn more, to be able to feel other emotions. But the anger and hate stayed, concealed by the thin veil I constructed to make myself more likeable. More polite. More charming.”

He wanted nothing to do with Lucifer. He wanted it so bad it hurt. So he built himself a brand-new personality, becoming someone others could rely on, all so he could spite him.

And then you came along.

Your eyes water as you realize that you feel him shaking. “I never met her, you know, but I’ve seen her through his eyes. I feel his lingering pain, and sometimes it makes me want to tear my own chest out,” he says, voice wobbling. “But to ask you to do that...to give you up for something I have no right to feel upset about...it’s something I won’t do. Ever. Not when you saved me.”

You rest your hand on his back as you return the hug, a choked sob escaping you. “Satan, I-”

“You saved me.” He whispers fervently. “Do you understand? That means everything.”

You claw the back of his shirt, your breath hitching as you succumb to your tears. You both end up falling to the floor, hugging each other like your lives depend on it.

He doesn’t need divinity he’s never had. No, not when he has you.

Asmodeus

“Oh, love...you...”

He could go back? He could go back and get his little sister back?

But if he did, then you’d-...you’d...

“I know how much you miss being the Jewel of the Heavens.” You say, sitting next to him. It’s supposed to be a quiet night, one where you both relax and take care of each other, but then this opportunity appeared and-

He...didn’t know what to do.

- No, that was a lie. He knew exactly what to do. There was only ever one option for him.

“I’m hurt.”

You look over at him, surprised. His voice is small and he’s pouting, but there’s a tremble in his bottom lip as his eyes shine with unshed tears.

“I’m hurt, you know!” He repeats, and by now you’re pretty sure your mouth hangs open. “I’m hurt that you’d think so low of me!”

You scramble to explain. “Asmo, that’s not-”

“But it is!” He cries, interrupting you. “It’s exactly that! Did you think I would actually take that chance?!”

Your eyes soften. You go to place a hand on his shoulder, only to still when he slaps it away. “...Asmo.”

He throws himself at you, wrapping his arms around your neck as he clings to you. You don’t have the heart to throw him off, wrapping your own arms around him.

“We’ve come all this way because of you.” He murmurs against you. “And you’re the only one who loves me for me. Although, my looks are definitely a strong point-”

You chuckle weakly, feeling your own tears start to fall. He smiles once he hears you, happy to know that he lifted your mood even if it was just by a little.

“-if I gave you up, these past years would have been for nothing. So, no; I won’t do it. Besides, have you seen the following I have down here? I’m on my way to becoming the Jewel of Devildom!”

You move one hand to rest on his head, a warm smile spreading across your face. You don’t notice how he looks at your expression with awe and adoration, giving his head a few pats.

“I know you can do it.”

Well. With you by his side, he can do anything.

Beelzebub

This isn’t happening. This- This can’t be happening.

Not again...not again...!

He grasps his chest and stumbles back from you, and he hears the way you call his name with worry in your voice. You sound far away, he thinks to himself. Are you already dead? Where is he? Did he fail again? Is this the Celestial War? Maybe that’s why he smells iron, hears screaming, hears himself screaming. It’ll explain the pain at least, and he would chuckle if he wasn’t too busy gasping for air.

Ah, his heart feels like it’s on fire it hurts so bad. Is it tearing itself in two? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what to do...he doesn’t know who to choose-

It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. It hurts...!

“Beel, can you hear me? Take deep breaths. Okay? Please, breathe!”

- Huh?

He feels something on his face. What is that?

Oh, this warmth...It’s almost like-

Your name falls from his lips. You sigh in relief, sitting back.

“I’m glad you’re okay. How do you feel?”

How do you feel? You just said it was okay if he chose his angel status and Lilith over you, and you’re asking him how do you feel?

He lowers his hands, frowning at you. “...Why did you ask me?”

His voice is small. Fragile. Your heart breaks at the sound of it, tears building as you see his form shake.

“Why did you ask me, when the last time I did something I murdered my sister?”

You pat his arm, reaching a hand over to give him a side hug. “Remember what Lucifer said. She wasn’t murdered; she lived happily as a human, right up until she died of old age.”

All the more reason not to do it.

He sinks into your hold. You shoulder his weight with no complaints. “I can’t do it. You’re family; I-” he swallows past the lump in his throat, tears streaming down his face. “...I love you too much.”

Because he could care less about his angel status. Because Lilith already lived her life of peace. It still hurts, but you were the one to hold his hand when he had nightmares. You were the one who saw past his intimidating form and hung out with him.

You are important, and Beelzebub will take on the Celestial Realm himself if anything happened to you.

Belphegor

...He’s quiet.

Well, it’s to be expected. He hates humanity, and it’s his younger sister we’re talking about here, not to mention how close they were.

“So?” You ask as you lean back, the wall of the planetarium supporting your weight. “I don’t mind if you choose her and your status. It’s-”

“I could give a rat’s ass about my status as an angel.” He snaps. “Just shut up for a second and listen.”

You shut your mouth. What were you gonna say to that? An angry Belphie is not a Belphie to speak lightly with.

You jolt a bit as you feel hands lightly smack against your cheeks, smooshing your face. He tugs your head so that you’re staring at him, and it’s then that you notice how his eyes waver.

“I killed you,” he says, his brows furrowing, “I killed you. And yet you’d let me choose?”

You snort, raising a hand to cover his own. “Yep. Your move, Sleeping Beauty.”

He doesn’t understand. Why would you give him that power? He had robbed you from your family when he took your life. He temporarily washed out your future.

Did you really trust him that much...?

“It tore Beel and I apart when we learned she was dead. I-...I blamed myself.” He starts, and you don’t have the heart to stop him. Not when you already made peace with your end. “I started eating less, sleeping more. I despised Lucifer, and I despised all of humanity for taking my little sister away from me.”

You remained quiet. He lets out a frustrated huff, shaking you a bit.

“And then you came. You freed me from that place, you mended what was broken, and you-...you forgave me. And I will never betray that trust; not now, and not in the future.”

He bumps his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You close yours as well, feeling the tears drip from your face and onto the floor. He’s...choosing you? Over everything he’s ever wanted?

What did you do to deserve someone like him in your life?

“So don’t you forget it, you idiot.”

#obey me shall we date #my heart tore to pieces writing this #this was wonderful to write for though thank you anon #om swd #swd om #shall we date obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me hcs #obey me headcanons

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willsimpforanyone · 3 years

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Hey there! Hope you are having a great day!🙂 could u please write a Percabeth fic with badgirl!Annabeth and kind of Nerdy!Percy? Perhaps in 🛏 Percy flips the tables where he is SUPER dominant and he uses Annabeth’s kinks against her? Sorry if that’s 2 specific!

ooo an au and a smut? i'll do my best!

sidenote- i'm such a sucker for pet names so 'doll', 'darlin'' and 'babygirl' are gonna make frequent appearances

i don't think there are any warning needed

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"Annabeth, please, I need to concentrate." Percy frowned at the papers in front of him, puzzling over the maths. Annabeth sighed, flopping on the bed, her black leather jacket creaking as she threw her hands behind her head.

"I'm bored, Seaweed Brain," she lightly kicked the back of his chair with a boot. "And you've been staring at the same problem for twenty minutes so clearly you are too." Annabeth leaned up on her forearms, blonde twists tucked behind her ear. "What, I'm not as interesting as marine biology?"

Percy chuckled, but his eyes stayed fixed on the paper. "You're plenty interesting, but right now I really need to figure this out, okay?"

Annabeth sat up properly. "Can I help?"

"You're a genius at architecture and ancient Greek, babe, but marine biology has unfortunately never been a hyperfixation of yours." Percy noted something down on the paper and Annabeth's heart fluttered at the petname. It wasn't often that her boyfriend called her anything other than 'Annabeth', 'Annie', 'Beth' or 'Wise Girl'.

The leather jacket was shrugged off and Annabeth was left in black ripped jeans and a tank top, sleeves dipping to her hipbones. "Perce, you gotta relax," she stood behind his chair and rested her hands on his shoulders. Her lips touched his ear as she leant down. "I know, for a fact, I can help with that."

Percy reached up and lightly stroked her cheek, but returned his attention to his damn work. "I'm serious, Beth, I have to finish this by tomorrow."

Eyes rolling, Annabeth threw herself back on the bed. Clearly, being subtle wasn't working. Well, desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Honey, I'm bored, and I want attention. Specifically your attention." She fixed her eyes on the back of his head. "I want it now, Percy. Get over here."

There was a tense pause. Percy's pencil stopped scratching across the page.

He sighed.

"You're so demanding."

...that was a different tone than Annabeth was used to.

It didn't matter, she was ready to be in control. Percy silently got up from the desk and neatly tucked his chair in, picking up Annabeth's leather jacket from the bed and placing it on the back of the chair. Annabeth made to stand up from the bed, but Percy's hand pushed her back down.

"No, you wanted my attention, right?"

Annabeth paused. This was different. "...yes"

"Then strip."

Percy's voice was deep, commanding, and Annabeth shifted slightly on the bed. "What?"

He placed his hands either side of her thighs, eyes focused on hers. "I don't think I need to repeat myself, baby, do you?"

Oh fuck. Annabeth was so screwed.

Percy backed away, arms folded and giving her space. She stood, uncomfortably aware of her slightly shaky legs, and somewhat inelegantly kicked off her boots. No reaction. She shimmied out of her jeans and tossed them on the floor. No reaction. She pulled off her shirt and tossed that too. About to pull off her bralette, Percy held up his hand to stop her.

"Sit up on the bed."

Annabeth raised her eyebrows. "Since when did you start giving me orders?" She loved this new side, but oh boy was she gonna make him work for it.

The dark smile on Percy's face sent electricity through Annabeth's body. "Since when did you start obeying them, darlin'?"

He moved forward, so close they were almost chest to chest. "Now, be a doll, and sit on the bed. Leaning against the headboard, if you'd be so kind."

Annabeth moved onto the bed almost before realising it. Her breath caught in her throat as Percy grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, revealing toned, lean muscles.

Percy's eyes were dark, a shadowy green that pierced into Annabeth's smoky greys as he knelt on the bed, lowering his head to press kisses down Annabeth's thighs.

Shaky breaths left Annabeth as he kissed closer and closer to the line of her underwear. He winked as he nipped at her skin, pulling a gasp from her. "What, no retort? No witty comeback, Wise Girl?"

"Fuck o-" Annabeth choked on her words as Percy licked a stripe up her clothed pussy.

"That's what I thought," he whispered and leaned up, taking the material between his teeth and dragging it down, lifting her hips to pull the underwear down her legs and throw them across the floor.

Annabeth's head was whirling. Her sweet nerd had a whole other side to him and she felt out of her depth in the best way.

She slapped a hand across her mouth as Percy flicked and writhed his tongue, stifling the moans that threatened to spill out. A sharp slap to the outside of her thigh jolted her body, and she looked down to see Percy glaring at her.

"Don't you dare."

He dove back in and Annabeth's back arched, hands fisted in the sheets as her eyes squeezed shut and moans filled the room. Percy trailed his fingers so slowly across her skin she almost screamed when he plunged them into her, the new sensation lighting her on fire.

"Perce, fuck, more!"

Immediately, Percy pulled away, leaving his girlfriend panting and whining. "I don't think you're in the position to make demands, babygirl."

Annabeth pouted. "What? You just stopped, why?"

"You demanded attention like a brat," Percy shrugged, sitting back on his heels. "And now I'm giving it to you, you think you deserve more?"

A shiver ran down her spine as Annabeth registered the tone and the fact that her sweet, usually submissive boyfriend just called her a brat.

"Tell you what," Percy trailed a finger down her stomach. "If you ask nicely, and be a good girl for me, I'll give you what you want." He smirked. "Sound good?"

Annabeth tried her hardest to not instantly say yes, to retain some of her dignity. She was the tough one, the one everyone knew not to fuck with, and now she was on the verge of begging her boyfriend to fuck her.

She nodded.

"That's my girl." Percy beckoned her to sit up and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His lips were a soft contrast to his behaviour, and she smiled into the kiss.

All too soon, Percy pulled away, but kept his hand on her neck. "Now, darlin', ask me for what you want."

She swallowed any uncertainty. "I want you... I want you to fuck me."

Percy shook his head. "That sounds like a demand, babygirl. Try again."

The fucker wanted her to beg.

"...please, Percy, please fuck me, I'll be good, I promise!"

The dark smile that spread over his face settled a pleasantly tight feeling in Annabeth's lower stomach. Percy pushed her back so she laid on the bed, and he kicked off his jeans and underwear. "That's much better, darlin'." He reached into the drawer by the bed and withdrew a condom, tearing open the packet and rolling the latex onto his cock. He slid back in between her legs, head dipping into the crook of her neck. Annabeth pushed against Percy's hips as his lips made contact with her skin, and both moaned at the friction.

"You're so gorgeous, baby." Percy nipped at her skin, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake.

"Perce, please, stop teasing me," Annabeth looped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a sloppy kiss, pressing her body up against his. "I asked nicely, please, plea-"

Annabeth cried out and threw her head back as Percy thrust into her. He kept an unrelenting pace, and it was all she could do to hold onto him.

"This what you wanted, huh?" Percy's heavy breath was on her neck, his voice directly in her ear. "You wanted my attention, you finally got it, right?" Annabeth didn't answer, eyes closed and mind clouded with lust and pleasure. Percy slapped her thigh, snapping his hips into her hard. "Answer me, babygirl."

Annabeth shrieked. "Yes! Yes, this is what I wanted, Percy, thank you baby, I got what I wanted!"

Percy chuckled lowly into her neck. "That's my girl."

He sped up the pace, hitting that spot inside her that had her toes curling, stomach clenching, nails digging into his shoulders. "I-I'm so close Perce, don't stop, please please please don't stop-"

"Wouldn't dream of it, Wise Girl." Percy kept his movements consistent, only dragging a hand down Annabeth's body to rub circles in her clit.

Annabeth came with a scream, eyes squeezed shut and legs wrapped around her boyfriend's hips. Percy groaned deeply, reverberating in his chest as he spilled inside the condom, stilling his motions inside of her.

His arms shook with the effort to not collapse on top of her, and he gently pulled out of her. Shifting to the side of the bed, he let himself fall on the bed next to her. Removing the condom and tying off the end, he threw it expertly in the bin.

"Baby, that was just a whole new side of you, huh?" Annabeth smiled.

Percy blushed red, a stark contrast to just a few minutes ago. "Did you like it?"

She brushed his hair behind his ear. "It was new, but I did like it." She poked his shoulder. "My cute nerd has a dominant side, who knew?"

Percy grinned, and pecked her cheek. "Can I go back to my paper now, brat?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes, but smiled and shoved him off the bed. "Get back to it, Seaweed Brain."

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i very much hope you enjoyed! this took me forever to write bc executive dysfunction is a bitch but thank you so much for requesting!

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #percy jackson imagine #annabeth chase imagine #percy x annabeth #percabeth #percabeth imagine #percabeth smut #percy jackson smut #annabeth chase smut #pjo

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Voice Line

共通・Common

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Tutorial

“Curiouser and curiouser.” [1]

Lv Up 1

“Think I’ve got it down.“

Lv Up 2

“Thanks for the assist… I definitely need it.”

Lv Up 3

“The best way to learn is to just do it.” [2]

Lv Up Max

“Can’t let Ace do all the heavy lifting. I need to be able to hold my own any way I can—especially considering my circumstances.”

Episode Lv Up

“Thanks for your care—it makes me happy getting attention from someone I like. Huh? What I just said was embarrassing? I’m just saying how it is.”

Magic Directing Skills Lv Up

“It’s not as exciting or flashy as using magic, but this is the only way I can fight back.”

Limit Break

“Even someone like me is capable of doing some pretty amazing things, huh? Feels like a dream.”

Groovy

“I’ve changed a lot ever since I got here, sometimes I can hardly recognise myself.” [3]

“These textbooks need more visual aids… My mind wanders easily when there’re too few pictures.” [4]

Lesson 2

“Wanna take this class with me? I need a partner with opposable thumbs for the practical activities.”

Lesson 3

“There’re so many interesting classes to choose from, I have trouble picking too. No hurry.”

Lesson Start

“Gotta keep an eye on Grim…”

Lesson End

“It’s never boring here.”

Battle Start

“There’s a strategy I want to test out.”

Battle Win

"Magic’s cool, but it’s not everything.”

ー

“Oh—you’re here today again. Being diligent and having a routine is good… I say that, but I rarely do it myself, aha…” [5]

His Birthday

“You’re here to celebrate my birthday? I’ll never say no to some pampering, haha. Thanks, I’m seriously so happy right now.”

Player Birthday Wish

“Happy birthday! I’m not great at picking out gifts but I got you these. Can’t go wrong with flowers, right?”

Footnotes

As Yuu has been loosely 'twisted' from Alice (Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland [1865] and Disney's Alice in Wonderland [1951]), he shares some notable characteristics with her. His voice lines also reference multiple passages and scenes from both the novel and film.

[1] “Curiouser and curiouser!” cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English). — Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865), Chapter 2: The Pool of Tears [2] “The best way to explain it is to do it.” — Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865), Chapter 3: A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale [3] Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.” — Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865), Chapter 5: Advice from a Caterpillar [4] “...and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice “without pictures or conversations?” — Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865), Chapter 1: Down the Rabbit-Hole Alice: “I’m sorry, but how can one possibly pay attention to a book with no pictures in it?” — Disney’s Alice in Wonderland (1951 film) [5] She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it). — Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865), Chapter I: Down the Rabbit-Hole Like Alice, Yuu gives good advice but tends to not follow them himself.

#if some of the lines sound weird or out of place it's bc i tried sneaking in some alice in wonderland quotes (ಥ﹏ಥ)#i changed the wording as much as i could so it would sound more natural but it might be a little stiff still ...!#T _ T #my art #my writing #za draws twst #twst #twst oc #twst mc #twisted wonderland #voice line #yuu #ユウ #ツイステ #ツイステッドワンダーランド #za's ocs

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〚 💜 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕡 💜 〛| [CHAPTER 8]

this chapter pairing; florist!wonwoo x reader x tattoo-artist!jungkook

genre&warnings; florist/tattoo-artist!au, dom!jungkook, dom!wonwoo, threesome, blowjobs, face-fucking, masturbation, spit kink, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, hair pulling, bukkake ☠️💕 Now when was the last time I updated DD huh kjdshfkjsdh 😭 LOL also sorry i switched up the days, this just worked better for me so 😭💕💕💕 Also I had this idea in my notes for a very long time, literally months so I’m glad i finally could bust it out !! It just… the jeons were too obvious of an idea i needed to bang out 😈🥲 And we all know they’re s-rank bias wreckers... 🥲🥲 And thank you, as always, for the continued support on this wild little miniseries!! I gotta make some… like, hybe office worker idol au fics for this one now that they share the same building… 😗 For next time~ Enjoy ch 8 for now and I’ll see u later!💕 I love u and stay hydrated! 💕💕

(this is if we had tattoo-artist!jungkook and fratboy!wonwoo meet levels nasty so u have been warned 😏)

*queued post.

word count; ~3100

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - ?

“Stop looking at him, I said.”

“I fucking can’t, he’s so cute!”

Jungkook rolls his eyes; slapping a pair of gloves on before picking up his tattoo gun. “See, this is why I don’t like bringing you into the shop with me. All you do is look at that florist across the street and tell me how you think he looks innocent and whatever the fuck else.”

You grin back at the tattooed male from your place behind the front table - eyes darting from the window to Jungkook who’s about to start tattooing Mingyu’s shoulder. “What else am I supposed to do then? I mean, I couuuuuld go over there and just talk to him while you work.”

Mingyu scoffs as he digs his nails into the tattoo bed when Jungkook doesn’t even bother to warn him that he’s started.

“Do that, I’d like to see you try.”

“Damn, Jungkook, ease up or you’ll fuck up my tattoo!”

The male rolls his eyes and wipes away the excess ink; dabbing on some vaseline before bringing the needle back onto Mingyu’s skin.

“Shut up and let me work.”

You laugh lightly as they continue to banter, simultaneously admiring Jungkook’s sleeve of tattoos as he works.

The two of you had been dating for three years already and you’d seen the artwork add onto his skin as Jungkook had made a name for himself in the tattooing industry.

Recently, he’d relocated his studio on the other side of town - across from a small strip of stores, one being ‘Jeon’s Floral Arrangements’. And while the street was a rather quiet and less traveled one, he noticed the flower shop usually had a string of regulars coming by every other day.

‘Weird, it’s my last name too,’ he’d mumbled - lollipop precariously hanging from between his lips as he’d unloaded the moving van, ‘Maybe it’s an old grandma running it or somethin’. We should introduce ourselves just in case she needs help with some heavy lifting.’

And as the two of you’d quickly found out, it was definitely not an old grandma at all.

“Ah, thank you so much for coming in again! Enjoy your weekend! And don’t forget to water your plants this time!”

Wonwoo beams at the chuckling man that leaves the store; the bell jingling above Namjoon who comes to replace the bonsai that he’d over trimmed again.

“Hmm.. what’s left to do.” Muttering to himself, Wonwoo undoes the apron around his waist to retie it before readjusting his glasses perched on his nose bridge.

He ran the shop alone and while most people asked if he ever felt the need for other employees - he’d often shrug them off and tell them he liked the quietness and calmness of the store when he was there alone.

‘I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself,’ he’d said; fingertips wrapped around a coral coloured rose as he inspected it for imperfections, ‘It lets me think and clear my head, to be honest.’

He takes a deep breath as he stretches from behind the register; arms above his head as he plans out the rest of his night as the sun starts to set in the distance.

“Oh! I should work on that arrangement so it’s ready for tomorrow…” Nodding, he walks to the front door and flips the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’ before dimming the lights.

“Shouldn’t take me too long…”

“I just need to do some highlighting with some white ink and we should be done, 'Gyu. Shouldn’t take more than 30 minutes.”

Mingyu grunts in return as you come by with a glass of water for each male, smiling as the tiredness becomes visible in their eyes.

“We’ll all be out of here and enjoying our weekends soon!”

Jungkook sets the tattoo gun down onto the table as he stretches and takes a break himself; yawning and cracking his knuckles before he stands and takes the glass of water from you.

“Oh look, your little lover boy in the flower shop is working on a huge project over there.”

You follow Jungkook’s line of vision to see Wonwoo in the window with, what had to be, three dozen roses. “Woooow, that’s so pretty! And it’s getting so late too, I hope he’s not overworked.”

“He’s!? Overworked!?” Jungkook guffaws, water spilling down his chin as he laughs and peers back at Mingyu who raises a brow from his position. “You hear that, 'Gyu? Mr. flower man over there might be overworked. His poor, aching hands.”

“Yooo, if y’all have beef, leave me out of it. I just came for the ink, man.”

“We don’t have beef, my girlfriend just wants to fuck the florist, is all.”

“Hey!” You retort; slapping Jungkook’s arm as you pout. “I never said that!”

Jungkook leans down until his lips are ghosting against the shell of your ear; goosebumps rising on your skin as you gulp.

“So you’re telling me you don’t imagine his delicate hands all over your body with my rough ones? How he’d probably be soooo patient and slow when he fucks you while I ruin that cunt of yours? Hmm? Oh, how I bet you’d love for him to fuck you after I’ve already cum inside that filthy ‘lil pussy of yours.” He licks the shell of your ear as you let out a shaky breath and instantly clench around emptiness at his filthy whispers.

“N-no, but… Fuck, now I am, you asshole.”

He laughs and pulls away from you, downing the rest of the glass of water before handing it back to you and kissing you on the forehead.

“That’s very cute of you. We’ll invite him over for a light snack after I’m done, okay? I wanna have a chat with him, that’s all. Let him know a few things.”

Wonwoo finishes the wedding arrangement that needs to be delivered for the next day; a soft content sigh falling from his lips as he takes in his work.

The couple had requested an arrangement of coral coloured roses mixed in with red ones and Wonwoo had painstakingly made sure to arrange them in a way that was pleasing to the eyes.

“Okay, let’s see, I--wh--”

In the few seconds he lifts his head and peers out the window, he, very, panickedly looks down towards the countertop to make sure he didn’t accidentally see something he wasn’t supposed to.

What? No way, he thinks, I’m just tired, that’s all. I’ve been staring at the same arrangement for too long, I’m just seeing things.

He shakily looks back up and peers out the window to see that, yes, he was actually seeing what he thought he was.

“Holy… Fuck.”

“Jung---Jungkook! Ah, s--slower, mmh, fuck, he’s w-watching…”

Your hands grip onto the glass countertop as hard as you can as Jungkook’s hips slam into your ass with each powerful thrust, but he makes no effort to slow down as he grins up at the man currently watching the two of you with his mouth agape.

“Slow down? You’ve never asked me to do that before… What’s wrong? Don’t want your loverboy to know you’re a needy ‘lil cockslut who likes it when I use your pussy to my liking? Hmm? Do you want him to think you’re a pure ‘lil vanilla angel?”

Your breasts press into the glass as you whine and drop your weight down harder onto the surface; teary eyes trying to focus on Wonwoo before rolling to the back of your head when the head of Jungkook’s cock slams right into your g-spot.

“O-oh, fuh--fuck, right there! Fuck me right there, h-harder!”

Jungkook scoffs, blunt fingernails digging into the skin of your ass as your pussy clamps down harder onto his cock.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Wonwoo tells himself he should look away but the stare that Jungkook sends him tells him that the other male wants him to see.

He gulps and quietly palms himself over his slacks; soft moans spilling from his lips as his shaky fingertips move towards the zipper.

No, wait, maybe I shouldn’t…

But he peers back up, hyper-focused on the way Jungkook’s now put three of his fingers into your mouth from behind as your body rocks against the glass countertop he’d bent you over - and Wonwoo can’t help but imagine that’s his cock in your mouth instead of those fingers.

“What the fuck, what the fuck…” He mutters softly; throwing all caution into the wind as he undoes the button and zipper of his slacks before shimmying his boxer briefs down just enough to wrap a delicate hand around his thick shaft.

“Oh, g-god… Fuck…” Wonwoo lets his head loll to the side as he spreads the precum down his shaft - eyes focused on you and Jungkook and timing the flicks of his wrist to match the thrusts of Jungkook’s hips.

His jaw clenches and he thinks about the first time the two of you had walked into his shop - cheery and inviting despite Jungkook’s inked and pierced body.

“Howdy, neighbour.”

Wonwoo looked up to meet Jungkook’s grinning face only centimetres from his own - a soft gasp spilling from his lips as he took in the man’s eyebrow piercing and inked arm in a matter of milliseconds before pulling away and noticing you standing next to him.

“Sh--shit, sorry, I--I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t even hear you guys come in! I’m so sorry!” He chuckles nervously before clearing his throat. “Can I help you find anything today?”

“Nah, we just moved in across the street!” Jungkook grins and points to the studio across the street - the minimalistic black building with a simple ‘JK STUDIOS’ in bold above the door. “We thought there’d be an old lady in here but it’s… you. Not that that’s a bad thing!”

“We just wanted to come introduce ourselves since our shops are right across from each other… Oh, and Jungkook noticed your store name has his last name too!”

Wonwoo smiles at you and readjusts his glasses, “Ah, yeah. My name is Jeon Wonwoo. It’s a pleasure to meet you! Funny how things work out, huh?”

You introduce yourself and shake his hand - already noticing how soft they were. “Your hands are so pretty!” Wonwoo blushes at your compliment just as Jungkook grins.

“And I’m Jeon Jungkook. It’s nice to meet you, man. Hope we get along well!”

And now here Wonwoo stood, precum leaking from the tip of his cock as he fucked his enclosed fist in time with Jungkook’s quick thrusts.

He watches as Jungkook takes his fingers from out of your mouth - drool pooling onto the glass underneath you as the inked male makes a ‘come hither’ motion with his saliva coated fingertips.

Wonwoo furrows his brows in return, using his free, shaky hand to point at himself to which Jungkook just nods before planting his hand firmly onto the small of your back until your chin is touching the other end of the countertop.

Oh.

And Wonwoo has never sprinted across the street that fast in his life.

He thinks to knock but the way you and Jungkook pay him no mind lets him know that the door was unlocked the entire time.

“O-oh, go--god, fuck, your cock is s-so big, mmh, stretching my ‘lil p-pussy out so g-good…”

Goosebumps rise on Wonwoo’s skin the second he hears your whiny, filthy words and he makes sure the door is shut and locked behind him before he saunters over to the end of the counter where your head is.

“Well, howdy, neighbour. Hope you enjoyed our little show.”

Jungkook smirks, glittering eyes meeting Wonwoo’s blown out pupils through the lens of his glasses.

“This needy ‘lil cockwhore got her panties alllll wet earlier over a few things I might’ve said… My bad, I didn’t mean to bring you into it.”

“W-what did you say…?” Wonwoo whispers.

“Oh, y’know, just… She thinks you’re so… nice. And sweet… Told her maybe you’d fuck her nice and slow while I fucked her dumb ‘lil cunt into the shape of my cock. Y’know, praise her for being so good while I spit in her mouth ‘n all. We just wanted to see if that was true.”

Wonwoo threads a hand through your hair, soft and nice as you mewl and lean into his touch. He massages your scalp as soft sighs escape your lips despite the way your body rocks with each snap of Jungkook’s hips.

But it doesn’t last long.

The grip in your hair gets tighter - almost as tight as Jungkook when he’s being rough. “O-oh, W--Wonwoo!”

The bespectacled man smirks down at you before he returns Jungkook’s toothy grin.

“Maybe all Jeon’s think alike.”

You can barely touch the ground with the way the two males have you bent over the glass countertop - body rocking between the two as they use your pussy and mouth to their liking.

“Fuck, if her pussy is as tight as her fuckin’ mouth, I might need to come over here more often,” Wonwoo licks his lips before drawing his hips back and thrusting into your mouth, “Or maybe she can come over and I’ll teach her a thing or two about arranging.”

Jungkook grins and slaps your ass once; the action making you whimper around Wonwoo’s cock and clench around Jungkook’s.

“Oh? Hear that, baby? Wonwoo’s gonna be nice and arrange some things for you. Isn’t he nice? Just like we thought, right?”

You gag around Wonwoo’s cock as he starts to fuck your face - tears streaming down your cheeks and messing up your makeup as both males thrust into you at the same time.

Wonwoo’s cock thrusts into your mouth just as harsh and quick as Jungkook thrusts into your wet cunt and makes you think about just how rough the two of them would be fucking both your pussy and your ass at the same time.

The fullness makes you feel lightheaded and the way they both almost challenge each other on who can fuck you the roughest makes you want to cum already - except you know better than to cum without Jungkook’s permission.

“Fuck, her cunt is getting so tight… Mm, pretty baby wants to cum already~ But we’re not done with you just yet,” Jungkook grinds against you just as Wonwoo’s cock cuts off your air supply when he sinks his entire length into your mouth and throat.

“Can we both cum on her pretty face? And then we can take turns cumming in her pussy too,” Wonwoo grunts.

He holds you onto his cock for a few more seconds as you choke around his girth - Jungkook laughing cruelly behind you as you clench around his cock.

“Fuck, maybe all Jeon’s do really think alike.” They both share a laugh before they pull out of you - your pussy feeling painfully empty as the air returns to your lungs.

“We want you on your knees now, baby. Wanna give you a ‘lil treat.”

It takes a second for you to process anything the two males said and it’s only when Wonwoo starts to round the counter that you feel Jungkook starting to help you from your bent position over the glass.

The rug digs into your kneecaps, your makeup is smeared all across your face, and your clothes are bunched up around your waist from them not bothering to undress you properly - not that you care.

The ache between your legs to be filled and fucked has you obediently sticking your tongue out and closing your eyes as both males wrap a hand around their cocks before they step closer to you.

“Mm, such a good girl… You’re quite lucky you have such an obedient slut on your hands… Makes me a little jealous, to be honest.” Wonwoo teases.

“I don’t really like sharing but… Might be able to make a few exceptions here. I think she’s in good hands.”

Jungkook leans over your body - a glob of his own saliva hitting your tongue first as you whimper and swallow it down before sticking your tongue back out and waiting.

“So good, baby~”

All you can hear are their grunts and low moans as you rub your thighs together and try to alleviate the carnal need in your body.

“Oh, f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum...” Muttering, Wonwoo tightens his grip around his cock and aims straight for your face - rivulets of cum landing directly on your tongue and chin as he lets out a string of curses.

And Jungkook follows suit after a few more quick flicks of his wrist; cum landing everywhere from your hair to your breasts as both males continue to ride out their highs.

The warm cum slides down your skin and only makes you crave them more as you open mouth whine and start grinding against the air.

“Fuck, you’re such a ‘lil whore. Look at you grinding against fuckin’ nothing... Need us to ruin your pussy so fuckin’ bad, don’t you?” Wonwoo quips, “If Jungkook wants, I have all night too, we can do our worst~”

“I wanna see my pretty baby swallow down all that cum in her pretty mouth first~”

You immediately do as you’re told - swallowing down all the warm cum before you bring a shaky hand up to your eyes to wipe the cum from your eyelids.

“P-please… I--I--” You peer up to both males with teary eyes; the need in your body reaching a record high as they stare down at you with teasing, lustful eyes.

You take the cum on your fingertips and collect more of it from your body before reaching between your slicked thighs and smearing the combined loads of cum all over your soaked folds before repeating the process and easing two of your cum-soaked fingers into your pussy.

“N-need you b-both, a-ah, right here… Inside m-my pussy… p-please…” You all but beg; letting them watch you as you collect their drying cum on your skin and fuck it deeper into your own pussy as you finger yourself. “P-please! W-wanna feel you s-stretching my--my pussy out, mmnh, so good...”

Wonwoo lets out a whistle just as Jungkook scoffs - somehow knowing that this is exactly how things were going to pan out as he and Wonwoo take a second to tug their pants back up.

“I have a piercing room in the back. How about we take it back there, huh? I think we’re going to need more space for the things we’re gonna do to you, baby~”

You nod feverishly before trying to get up on your shaky legs - your inner thighs slicked with your wetness and their cum as Wonwoo walks behind you and grins at the way you’re glued to Jungkook’s back.

“Ah, think I can fuck her pussy first? I wanna teach her a thing or two about arranging, y’know? Give her a crash course.”

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