#oh he’s a messy bitch ooh

[the-fandom-obsessed-girl]

Esteban ocon the man that you are

[anonymousewrites]

Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter Nine

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter Nine: Going Clubbing Goes Wrong

Summary: Angel's friend Cherri shows up, and Charlie decides that sending everyone for a night on the town is the best idea while she and Vaggie go to Heaven. It isn't the best idea. Not at all.

Warning: Valentino is very much Valentino in this chapter, even towards the MC. It is only a few sentences, but please use your discretion for what you feel comfortable reading. The MC does not get touched or hurt or approached, but they do get talked to.

            “Oh, fuck,” groaned Angel as he nearly fell into the hotel. He looked thoroughly exhausted from his work. Valentino was making him work harder and longer every day, and Angel just wanted to crash and have the rest of eternity off to sleep.

            “You look messy! What happened to you?” said Niffty.

            “It’s who happened to me,” huffed Angel. “And the answer is everyone. Twice. Val had me working sixteen hours straight on a fucking whim. The absolute dick bag.”

            “He sucks,” agreed (Y/N) as Angel threw himself onto the couch next to them.

            Boom!

            The wall (the same wall as usual) exploded. Everyone jumped and stared, ready for a fight.

            “What the fuck is with that wall?!” said Angel.

            “What up, hoes?!” said an Australian voice, and a woman walked in through the hole in the hotel’s wall.

            Angel’s mood brightened. “Holy shit, Cherri Bomb?! Long time no see, baby!”

            “Angie, ya bitch!” said Cherri in a very friendly manner. (Y/N) decided they liked her energy, and since Angel actually seemed happy to see her, they determined their feeling was right. “You been texting me depressing shit all day, figured we could tear shit up like old times. It’s been fuckin’ forever!” She tossed a bomb to Charlie. “Here, hold this.”

            “Ah! Oh my God, oh my God!” said Charlie.

            “Nope, gimme that.” Vaggie took it and threw it out the hole. It exploded in the distance (thankfully).

            “I love seeing ya, Cherri,” said Angel. “But I’m too tired. I need to pass out.”

            Cherri grabbed him before he could leave. “Oho, you can sleep when you’re double-dead, fuckhead. Come on, what you really need is a recharge, a reinvigoration, a re—”

            “Responsible night on the town!” finished Charlie, smiling. “That is a great idea! Hi, I’m Charlie.” She shook Cherri’s hand. “That’s my wall that you just blew up. It’s so nice to meet one of Angel’s friends. Aagh, he never brings anyone around!”

            Cherri snorted, but it wasn’t totally unfriendly. “Wonder why?”

            “Yeah, me too!” Charlie was blissfully ignorant to the tease. “Anyway, Angel and everyone else have been working so hard. I think they deserve to have a little fun.”

            “Wait, ‘they?’ ” said Cherri.

            “Yeah! Hi, everyone!” called Charlie, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Angel and his friend are taking you all out for a night of fun and relaxation.”

            “I don’t really think it’s going to be relaxing,” said (Y/N), but they were interested. This was another experience they’d never had in their life, so they wanted to try something new in death.

            “Great,” huffed Cherri.

            “Don’t worry, Cherri,” said Angel. “They’re not so bad.” He grinned at (Y/N). “You’re gonna like the kid.”

            “Yeah, but I’m only here for yo—” Charlie shoved money into Cherri’s hands to cover everyone. “Ooh! Never mind! Let’s go! Come on, kid, I’m gonna make your first time out the best time.”

            “Wait, are we sure we should let (Y/N) go—” Vaggie’s (rightful) concern was cut off as the portal to Heaven opened up in the lobby and Charlie squealed.

            “Bye, everyone!” said Charlie, grabbing Vaggie and pulling her through. She couldn’t wait another second.

            (Y/N) grinned. “Finally, I can try drinking.”

            “I’m keeping my eye on you,” said Husk.

            He needed to for two reasons. One, he liked (Y/N) and didn’t want them getting hurt. Two, he was certain Alastor would torture him if anyone happened to (Y/N) (which was an odd thought but Husk didn’t have the energy to really think through that, he just knew it was true.)

            The portal to Heaven disappeared, and Pentious appeared in the lobby. He froze as he saw Cherri and straightened in an attempt to seem confident.

            “Well, if it isn’t my archnemesis!” he said. “Have you come to meet your fate in battle, Cherri Bomb?”

            “Apparently, I’m going out with Angel, and I got to drag your sorry asses along,” said Cherri.

            Pentious brightened and slithered up to Cherri. “Oh, so, you and me are going out back for fun?” He tugged on his bowtie nervously. “I…I didn’t think this would ever happen. What? What do I do? What do I wear?” He put his hand on Cherri’s shoulder, and she grabbed it.

            “Don’t fucking touch me, you munted dickhead,” said Cherri, walking off.

            Pentious just blushed, staring at the hand she’d touched.

            Wow, that’s a pair I didn’t expect, thought (Y/N), despite having only met Cherri two minutes ago.

            “Come on, ya fucks! We’re heading out!” announced Cherri.

            It was time for a new experience. ((Y/N) hoped they enjoyed this one. They wanted to make some good memories in their afterlife).

l

            “Woo! Isn’t this place the fucking best?” cheered Cherri at the bar of the club.

            (Y/N) stared at the drink in their hand and downed it. They had discovered they liked the alcohol in Hell and decided a little indulgence couldn’t hurt. (Not too much, though. They could feel a headache coming on, and the last thing they needed was to hurt their poor roses. That being said, doing something that would have made them angry made (Y/N) happy). And, hey, they were with friends, so it couldn’t be too bad. Right?

            “I’ll admit, ‘Consent’ is a good name for a sex club,” said Husk.

            Never mind, they brought me to a sex club. (Y/N) sighed. Whatever. I’ll just stay over here.

            “Niffty, dear, what are you doing?” said Pentious, staring at Niffty as she swept the nightclub floor.

            “I’m sweeping. Ugh, look how icky it is in here,” complained Niffty.

            “That’s because we’re at a club, dear,” pointed at Pentious, not unkindly.

            “Oh! I thought the hotel looked different,” said Niffty, looking around properly.

            Pentious cleared his throat and looked at Cherri. Again, he attempted to seem cool. “Ms. Bomb, I-I’d like to buy you a drink,” he stammered.

            “Why?” Cherri grinned. “Didn’t you say we’re arch-rivals?”

            “Um…uh…because I’m buying everyone a drink!” A terrible excuse, but it worked.

            Everyone in the club cheered and rushed up to the bar.

            “Thanks, Sir Pentious!” said (Y/N).

            “Are you seriously into this, kid?” said Husk, raising a brow.

            “This tastes good,” said (Y/N), lifting their refilled glass.

            Husk sighed. “Vaggie and Charlie are gonna hate this.”

            “I did worse with the loan sharks,” they chirped.

            Husk gave another, long-suffering sigh.

            “I need a drink after today,” said Angel, sitting down beside them all tiredly. “You know, Val, he’s into this waterboarding shit now, I don’t know, it’s a kink.”

            “Sounds like torture,” said (Y/N).

            “It’s exhausting,” agreed Angel.

            “No, I meant literally.”

            “Angel, enough with the Val talk. He already ruined your day,” said Cherri. She squeezed Angel’s shoulder. “Don’t let him ruin your night, too.” She pulled out a few pills from her pocket. “Here, take one of these and you won’t be worrying about nothin’.”

            (Y/N) frowned. They weren’t certain that was the answer.

            “Here we go,” murmured Husk, rolling his eyes.

            “Oh, look, the drunk and the kid are judging us,” huffed Cherri.

            “I ain’t the one trying to get into Heaven,” said Husk. He looked at Angel. “Look, you want to fuck up all your progress? Be my guest.” He huffed, and his ears flattened.

            “I just don’t want you to feel worse about yourself after you come down,” said (Y/N). They knew Cherri was just doing what Cherri thought Angel wanted, but they wanted to make sure Angel was alright.

            “Buzzkills,” said Cherri. “Come on, Angie, let’s get fucked up! It’s been too long.”

            “I, uh, I don’t know.” Angel didn’t want to disappoint Husk or any of his other friends. And…they had a point. “It’s been a long night, and I don’t need to go too wild.”

            Husk smiled, not a little proudly, and took a sip of his drink. He kept an eye on (Y/N) in case they started having too much. He was a hopeless alcoholic, but he wasn’t letting the kid spiral into that.

            “Come on, bitch,” said Cherri encouragingly. “If you’ve really been working that hard, you deserve a little R and R, and some THC, or maybe PCP with DMT. Aw, fuck it, let’s see where the night takes us, huh?”

            “I…I guess,” said Angel, shrugging noncommittedly.

            “Cherri, I bought you a shot!” said Pentious, having finally gotten to paying for her.

            Cherri frowned at him, and Pentious panicked.

            “B-Because I bought everyone another shot! Hooray!” said Pentious.

            Angel downed a shot. “Aah…fuck it! Let’s do it!” He grinned at Cherri.

            Husk rolled his eyes. Suddenly, this night wasn’t that fun to him.

            Or (Y/N). “Be careful, Angel.”

            “He’s done it before!” said Cherri optimistically.

            “Yeah, that’s why I’m saying it,” muttered (Y/N), watching as Cherri and Angel grabbed another drink.

            The drinks kept rolling. ((Y/N) had decided to stop as soon as Cherri and Angel got going in case they needed help with anything. Yeah, pissing off the spirits of the dead…people-(Y/N)-didn’t-like-to think-about was great and all by drinking, but they weren’t going to just let their friends wander around).

            “Round twelve, motherfuckers!” cheered Cherri. “Heels are comin’ off!”

            “Oh, yeah, keep ‘em comin’!” said Angel. “Come on, right here, right to daddy!”

            “Oh, it’s wonderful to have friends!” said Pentious, laughing wildly (he was drunk, but he was still drinking to keep up and impress Cherri).

            “Everything’s spinny,” said Niffty, grinning as she tried to reach for another shot.

            “Ha, I think you’re done, tiny,” said Angel, lifting the shot away from her.

            “No! Gimme, gimme, gimme!” she pouted.

            “Oh, come on, bitch, she can handle a little more,” said Cherri.

            “She’s ten pounds and tiny,” said (Y/N). “And we don’t need her any more unhinged than normal.”

            “Shit, where’d she go?” said Angel, looking around. Niffty had made a run for it.

            “I’ll help you find her,” said (Y/N), standing. Husk could look after Pentious.

            It didn’t take a moment to spot Niffty, cleaning the nightclub by collecting everyone’s drinks in a garbage bag. The patrons were not pleased with it and growing restless.

            “Dirty, dirty, make it clean!” she said maniacally.

            “Dammit, Niffty,” said Angel.

            (Y/N) picked Niffty up before she could do more while Angel tried to placate the angry men.

            “Sorry, fellas, here, next one’s on me.” He put money down on the table and smiled while they began to fight.

            “Shit, Niffty, stop—Damn!” Niffty, seeing a supply closet, had squirmed out of (Y/N)’s hold and ran for the cleaning supplies within.

            “Shit, shit,” cursed Angel.

            “Angie, the fuck are you doin’?” asked Cherri, stepping in front while Niffty collected bleach and chlorine behind her. “You’re supposed to be relaxing, not playing nanny. Roses over here seem to has that down.”

            (Y/N) gave her the middle finger (playfully) while trying to keep an eye on Niffty.

            “Look, neither of ‘em are used to this scene,” said Angel. “I just don’t want ‘em to end up in the gutter like I used to.”

            (Y/N) looked at Angel. That was surprisingly heartfelt for him. Yes, he was always deep down a good person, but he usually hid it behind his hypersexuality and acting. This was actual care and honesty. (Y/N) nearly smiled. It was heartwarming and one of the reasons they really liked Angel.

            Not completely getting the idea, Cherri shrugged. “Whatever, nerd. Just catch up when you’re done.” She walked away.

            Angel grabbed Niffty from the supply closet. “Stop, you can’t take that.”

            (Y/N) put the chlorine and bleach away. “It’s not ours.” And you might poison people to clean them.

            Stressed and frustrated, Angel huffed. “God, Niff, why are you bein’ such a mess?”

            Niffty’s eyes widened. “I’m the mess?”

            “Oh, dear,” said (Y/N).

            Niffty wailed, and tears poured from her eye.

            “Oh, oh, shit!” said Angel, realizing he’d messed up. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down.”

            “You’re not a mess, Niffty,” said (Y/N), reaching up as best they could to pat Niffty’s back. “We’re all just being, uh, silly right now.”

            “Right, right,” said Angel, nodding furiously. “You’re not a mess. It’s fine, sssh. You, uh, wanna play with the kitty?” He hugged her, and (Y/N) patted her back.

            Niffty’s sobs subsided, and she hiccupped. “Yeah.”

            Angel and (Y/N) didn’t waste time putting Niffty back with Husk. She sat on his head, petting his fur, and Husk stared up.

            “The fuck is this?” said Husk.

            “She’s wasted,” said Angel, sighing.

            “Just go with it unless you want her to start crying or pouring bleach drinks for you,” said (Y/N) cheerfully.

            Husk huffed. “Fine, fine, whatever.” It wasn’t like he could stop Niffty now, and no one really wanted to see what angering her could do.

            “Aaah…” Pentious fell over from his…well, he’d lost count, but somewhere near his twentieth shot. “Hey, wow.” He looked at Cherri, hauled himself up, and slithered over to her.

            “Oh, boy, he’s got his confidence again,” said (Y/N). “Wonder what’ll go wrong this time.”

            “Maybe nothing will,” said Husk.

            He and (Y/N) exchanged a look and nearly burst out laughing. They both knew that poor Pentious was still too insecure to fully follow through if Cherri questioned anything.

            “Hey, so…I see the club has a sex room,” said Pentious. “So, I was thinking, maybe you’d want to, uhm…do a sex with me?”

            “Yikes, points for confidence, but minus several hundred for style,” said (Y/N).

            “I’m sorry, why would we have sex?” said Cherri, smirking.

            “Uh, uh, uhm…” Pentious shifted nervously.

            “Here it comes,” said Husk.

            “Because I’m having sex with everyone here!” declared Pentious.

            “Wow, he’s really crashing and burning on this one,” said (Y/N), almost impressed by Pentious’s ability to get himself into trouble (everyone was cheering and far too excited for Pentious to be free for quite a while). Sure enough, several people grabbed Pentious, and he was carried away for a long night into one of the sex rooms.

            Cherri laughed and walked back to the group. “You know, we can do this fucking shit every fucking night, Angie. You don’t have to spend all your off hours ‘working on yourself,’ you little bitch.”

            “The hotel isn’t his problem,” said Husk, holding Niffty over his shoulder. “It’s—”

            “Valentino,” said Angel angrily.

            “Exactly,” said Husk, and (Y/N) nodded fervently.

            “Yeah, that guy is a piece of shit,” said (Y/N).

            “No,” said Angel. He pointed to a side lounge. “Valentino.”

            The moth was demon was there, in the club. He lay back on a couch, two demons curled up next to him as he smoked and crooned proudly about himself. He smirked, clearly at home and in control at the club.

            (Y/N) had seen pictures of him (unfortunately) around Hell, but seeing him in person made them dislike him all the more. He reminded them of the men they’d seen on Earth who only looked at others as pawns, as objects to be used and thrown away. Disgusted, (Y/N) narrowed their eyes.

            “Yeah, I come here all the time. They know me,” said Valentino to the two demons currently with him. He smirked at one. “You’re gorgeous. Do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck? I could make you a star.”

            Angel shivered as Valentino spoke and looked at his friends. “Let’s get the fuck outta here. Ok, ok.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Niffty’s gone.”

            Husk looked at his shoulder, and sure enough, the bug demon had disappeared. “Well, fuck.”

            “Shit, Niffty,” cursed (Y/N), spotting her running towards the lounge Valentino was sitting in.

            They moved as fast as they could, grabbing Niffty before she could get too close. Unfortunately (but when was the hotel’s luck ever good?), a clubber dancing bumped into (Y/N), and they and Niffty fell forward into the empty space in front of Valentino’s lounge.

            “Fuck, fuck!” Angel reached down and grabbed (Y/N) and Niffty, but it was too late, and Valentino had noticed him.

            “Holy shit, Angel Dust?” said Valentino. “What are you doing here, baby? You didn’t get enough dick today?”

            (Y/N) was disgusted just by his voice, and when Angel held Niffty behind him and pushed (Y/N) back with his other pair of arms, they didn’t resist at all.

            Valentino leaned forward, leering down at Angel, Niffty, and (Y/N). “Who are these chiquitas? You bringing me fresh meat?”

            (Y/N) felt bile rise in their throat, and they inched farther behind Angel.

            Niffty, instead, tried to lunge and bite Valentino, who instantly jerked back. “I just want a taste,” she said, grinning.

            “Eh, weird, but there’s a kink for that, I’m sure,” said Valentino. He tilted his head and regarded (Y/N) next, and they fought back a shudder, refusing to show weakness in front of him. “And that one looks sweet. I know a ton of clients with a thing for that~. A little young, but after a little time in Hell, eh, they’re close enough~”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and their stomach twisted uncomfortably at the implications of that statement. Angel protectively pushed them back, stood up, and glared at Valentino.

            “Fuck off, Val,” he snapped.

            “Excuse me?” said Valentino, narrowing his eyes.

            “I said fuck off!” shouted Angel.

            The club went silent, and everyone stared in shock at Angel.

            “I may have to put up with your bullshit, but you ain’t fucking with any of my friends!” said Angel, hands curled into fists.

            Valentino stood, towering over everyone. “You forget who you’re talking to?” He waved his cigarette, and the smoke collected into a chain. It wrapped around Angel’s wrist and pulled him to Valentino. “I own you!”

            Angel’s face fell, but his anger welled up again, and he glared, refusing to back down. “Yeah, you do, in the studio, and you can do anything you want to me there, just like our deal says. But out here, I get to do what I want. So once again, fuck off!”

            Valentino raised his hand and swung at Angel.

            Snap!

            A briar wrapped around Valentino’s wrist. The thorns sunk into his skin, and he gritted his teeth at the sudden pain. His eyes narrowed, and he looked at where the vine came from. Everyone was silent and turned their gaze on (Y/N), whose hand was lifted. They had summoned the vine.

            “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” hissed Valentino, and the hotel gang’s eyes widened as (Y/N) was faced with Valentino’s complete fury.

            “Telling you to fuck off like Angel did,” said (Y/N), refusing to cower.

            Valentino’s eyes seemed to glow in the dim lights of the club. “You’re making quite the enemy, you fucking brat.”

            “I certainly don’t want you as a friend,” sneered (Y/N), letting the vine tighten around Valentino’s wrist.

            Valentino gritted his teeth and ripped it away with another hand. Standing at his full height, he glared at Angel. “Enjoy your night, bitch. I’m going to enjoy making you pay for it tomorrow.” He looked back at (Y/N). “And you…You better be watch your fucking back. You’re going to pay for that.” He turned, and his red wings/cloak swept around with him as he went back to his lounge, fuming.

            “Fucking dickhead,” muttered Cherri.

            “Fucking hell, kid, if he hadn’t been at the club and not been able to risk destroying it, he could’ve tried to kill you,” said Husk, looking at (Y/N).

            They crossed their arms. “I wasn’t going to let him hurt Angel. Not when he’s here with us. Plus he made me feel fucking gross.”

            Angel looked at (Y/N). “He deserved it. Only wish I could’ve been the one to hurt him.” And he wished he could’ve kept Valentino from speaking like that about (Y/N), but he knew (Y/N) had already seen that.

            “Maybe one day you will,” said (Y/N).

            “I hope so,” said Angel. His shoulders heaved as the adrenaline ran out. “Let’s go.”

            Husk patted his back. “Proud of you.”

            Angel smiled. “Thanks.”

            “And you, too, kid, even if it was fucking stupid,” said Husk. “Valentino has got a lot of pull.”

            “I’ve lived under enough people’s thumbs,” said (Y/N), their gaze darkening. “I’m not doing it anymore.”

            Angel and Husk exchanged a look but decided not to ask (Y/N) what that meant. They looked upset enough.

l

            “What have you done to Niffty?” said Alastor as the group returned to the hotel. He was grinning at all of their appearances.

            Niffty was holding her head as Husk carried her, Angel Dust was ready to pass out at this point, Pentious was miserable since he hadn’t gotten a chance to “do the sex” with Cherri, and (Y/N)’s anger had worn off to disgust at their experience with Valentino.

            “She drank too much,” said Angel, throwing himself down on the couch. “Don’t wake me. I’m sleeping here forever.”

            “Move over,” said Husk, putting Niffty down to rest.

            “My, my, I thought Charlie had instructed you to have a good time,” tutted Alastor in amusement.

            “We did until Valentino showed up,” groaned Angel. “The dick tried to get Niffty and (Y/N) to work for him.”

            Husk shivered as Alastor’s grin widened but turned sharp and deadly.

            “Did he now?” said Alastor.

            “And then the creep tried to hit Angel!” said (Y/N) angrily.

            “And the kid stupidly made Valentino angry by hurting him with their thorns,” said Husk. “He threatened them.” Husk was proud of them for interceding when Angel had nearly gotten hurt, but he was worried about what Valentino would do now that he knew their face and disliked them.

            “He deserved it,” said (Y/N) sourly.

            “Hell yeah,” said Angel. “He was being a fucking creep.” His friends were off limits, and (Y/N) was seventeen. Not eighteen. Not an adult. Nothing like that. Valentino was a fucking monster.

            “Well, if you have any further trouble with that lecherous demon, I’m sure a quick conversation with me will put an end to it,” said Alastor, his grin dangerously wide even as he tapped (Y/N) on the forehead with his staff with more fondness than any of the demons present were familiar with him expressing.

            “I hope I never see him again,” grumbled (Y/N), completely oblivious to how protective Alastor’s words were.

            The Radio Demon, however, was. Ah, well. It was the truth. He wouldn’t have such a disgusting demon getting near his protégé.

Taglist:

@kyalov

@pandaquick

@boredwithlifeatthispoint

@jaytheaceenby

@paastaboi

@bettybabys

@gxdoesstuff

@grippleback-galaxy

@just-here-reading

@dmitrytherat

@a-small-tyrant

@marxo5

@rory-cakes

@andsoigotabutterfly

@theblueslytherin

@romyoia

@ray-rook

@thereeallink

@pandaquick

@funkyexistence

@theyaremorethanjustfictional

@lanxianschoenheit

@justyourfriendlyneighbourhood1

@ringsofpersonti

@futureittomainn

@enderpearltv

@oo0lady-mad0oo

@falsemain

@a-huge-bi-nerd

@lost-in-the-hellaverse

@tagthetrekkie

[shanjisan]

The face - Kiba Inuzuka.

Warnings: Kiba Inuzuka x F| Reader.Not edited. +18 Smut. NO minors.

At first it was kind of funny to Kiba how you finally came out of your shell and joked with him, that was until it was already unbearable.

It all started because of that damn video on Tiktok of a girl talking about how men when kissing had a ridiculous "face" that he was sure he didn't make.

But now you had been mocking him incessantly every time he came close to kissing you, he hadn't even moved his face towards you when you were already cringing in raucous laughter.

So now he had you on the bed doggy style pounding your pussy with his big cock at a frantic pace, his hand had reached your arms holding them in a firm grip against your lower back and his other hand squeezed your chin, revealing to the mirror in front of you your messy hair, flushed and drooling cheeks, your eyes remained rolling to the top of your head.

"Look at you, who looks so silly now? Huh?" his fingers were entering your mouth and his cock kept drilling inside your wet walls, your lack of response caused him to slow down his movements

"Ooh Kibaa, please don't stop please" you let out a desperate moan you tried to move your hips against Kiba, but he held you in a tight grip.

"I'll move when you stop being a fucking tease" he growled in your ear and leaving little nibbles on your lobe "now be a good girl and kiss me.

With a careful movement he turned your head to the side and crashed his lips with yours, you could feel his tongue brushing all over your cavity, his teeth clashed, it looked like a power fight in which Kiba took the advantage by far.

You could still feel his cock throbbing inside you, his movements were slow but each rubbing made you tremble with need, he was touching all the sensitive spots. Kiba pulled away from you, throwing you a voracious look, he let go of your arms and before you could steady yourself he put one hand on your neck and pressing you against the pillow, his other hand was in charge of pulling your ass up, his head bent towards you.

"Now princess, if you want to cum you better say the words I want to hear."

Without you having time to speak, Kiba sank completely into you drawing a moan from both of us, he rammed into you, a few, two, three times deeply, his body slamming into yours so intensely until he stopped again.

"Oh god damn it, Kiba. Move you son of a bitch" you screamed, you tried to prop yourself up on your forearms but Kiba pressed your head against the pillow again.

"Woah what a rude little mouth you have, but that's not what I wanted to hear precious " out of the corner of your eye you glimpsed how he had a self-centered shit eating grin.

Kiba settled his body pressing deliciously against you and placing his foot firmly on the bed now having a better thrust. His view was spectacular, your big ass presenting itself to him and your slippery pussy swallowing his cock exquisitely.

He could hear your need filled gasps and how your pussy was getting wetter. He pushed gently sheathing himself inside you, feeling your walls squeezing him, he kept on ramming looking for that special place and his hand went around you sliding into your folds and circling your swollen clit, caressing it and fiddling with it. Your eyes watered and your chest felt heavy as did your breathing.

"Kib I'm so sorry, I won't tease your pretty little face again, but please fuck me" you sobbed.

Kiba couldn't help but feel a deep pleasure and tightness in his chest knowing how needy you were for him, his head rested on your shoulder, leaving soft kisses on your cheek.

"What a good girl, now let me reward you."

I got this little idea after I saw a tiktok of a girl making the expressions of how guys kiss and literally when I went to kiss my guy he made the same damn absolute relaxed face hahaha, now I can't help but laugh every time he comes to kiss me. I definitely think Kiba makes the same face when kissing.

I hope you liked it, comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated, I love you guys so much 💞.

[howlingday]

Cult of the Bunny

Setting - Jaune is a cult leader.

Jaune: Hello, my children~!

Jaune: We begin today's sermon immediately upon my return from the great crusade. First, I'd like everyone to give a big welcome to our newest member of our family, Hazel.

Flock: Hello, Hazel! Hi! Welcome, Hazel!

Jaune: Hazel joins us from Haven!

Flock: Ooh~!

Jaune: Yes, yes. And I'm certain he doesn't mind me when I say, he put up a good fight! But in the end, I was able to guide him to the path of truth!

Flock: Hooray~!

Hazel: Yeah, well, I'll get you next time.

Jaune: You'll definitely try~!

Flock: (Laughs)

Hazel: Ha ha... Yeah, it did get kinda violent, though.

Jaune: It was pretty messy.

Jaune: And now, my second announcement, I have gathered mushrooms for tonight's soup!

Flock: Yeah! Woohoo!

Jaune: Lie Ren, would you kindly prepare... tonight's...? Where is Lie Ren?

Jaune: ...Where is my husband?

Nora: (Sniffs) Fearless Leader... Lie Ren... He passed while you were away...

Jaune: Oh... Oh, I see... (Lowers head) He will be greatly missed... Most certainly by me...

Flock: (Lower heads in sorrow)

Jaune: ...

Jaune: (Points) Alright, you! We're married now!

Blake: (Gasps)

Flock: (Cheers)

Blake: Oh my! Thank you~!

Jaune: Here is your marital robe.

Blake: (Puts it on, Squeals) IT FITS~!

Jaune: And could you please prepare tonight's soup?

Flock: WOO! YEAH! I FUCKING LOVE SOUP!

Blake: Anything for you~! (Kisses him)

Flock: Aw~!

Yang: ...Lucky bitch.

Jaune: Now, before I begin, is there anyone who is not present?

Pyrrha: Whitley, my lord. He is in the pillory.

Jaune: For what purpose is he being punished?

Pyrrha: He was caught desiring... other company.

---------------------------------------------------

Whitley: (Sniffles) I just said I missed my mom.

Blake: Silence, traitor!

Whitley: ...I'm hungry.

Blake: I said shut up!

---------------------------------------------------

Jaune: (Writes) Ab... sent...

Jaune: Now, first order of business; fight pit!

Flock: YEAH! WOO!

Jaune: The combatants will be... Cardin and Ruby!

Cardin: Hey, that's us!

Ruby: (Decks him, Crowd cheers) I always wanted to do that.

Jaune: We all have!

Jaune: That concludes today's sermon. Before we leave, is there any further business you wish to discuss? ...Yes, Oscar?

Oscar: Can someone take care of Lie Ren's corpse? It's really starting to stink.

Flock: (Murmur agreement)

Jaune: ...I'm sorry, what?

Oscar: Like, we tried throwing flowers on him, but it's not working.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: WHAT?!

[no-not-without-you-blog]

Flufftober 1st: Wearing each other's clothes

Here's Day 1 of Flufftober. So excited to do another big writing challenge. I am going to try to expand to more AU's in this. One of my favorites is Hockey AU, so here ya go. I may have to expand on this AU at some point. I just want to be his lucky Bunny.

Prompt by @flufftober Amazing Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Bucky sat in the locker room, headphones blaring his playlist in his ears, taping the blade of his hockey stick before warm-up for their game today. It was one of the few pre-game rituals that he insisted on following. Every player had their own superstitions and rituals, ways to help them get their heads into the game. His playlist had been curated over the last ten years, adding one to two songs a season and always slightly tweaking it to find just the right flow. He nodded and grunted as Steve came to sit in the seat next to him. He had his own routine and while they were best friends and inseparable both on and off the ice, the time before a game was always quiet and introspective.

Bucky finished taping his stick and sat it next to his back ups that were already taped up, ready to go. He pulled his skates out of his cubby and checked them over, making sure the blades looked good and he slipped them on, lacing them up firmly over his ankles. As he went into his bag to grab a hair tie to tie back his long hair. 

“Shit.” He rummaged through his bag, futilely searching for a ponytail holder. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted a number. He just hoped that they would respond quickly.

You had just gotten to your seat in the arena when your phone vibrated with a text. 

Bunny, I need you right now. Come down to the locker room. Quickly, please.

Your best friend, Steve’s girl, was sat next to you and saw the message. “Oh, so he needs you. Damn woman. Doesn’t he get it enough at home?” You both laughed and you playfully shoved her. Some of the other ladies around you, other wives and girlfriends ooh-ed and wolf whistled at you as you got up. You playfully flipped them all off. “God, such a group of nosy bitches.” You teased them. In reality, you loved these girls. You supported each other and loved each other. 

As you made your way towards the tunnel entrance you saw security clock you. “Hey Bobby, Buck told me to come down.” He talked into his walkie talkie and waited for a response from the security right outside the locker room. After a moment, he received an answer back and let you walk down the tunnel. It was always a surreal moment, walking that tunnel.

As you made your way to the locker room door, Bucky emerged and towered over you. He was already so much taller than you, but with his skates on, he was now a giant above you. He looked at you and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that you had your hair up in a messy bun. 

“Oh thank God! Bunny, I need your hair tie. I can’t find mine and I can’t go skate without my hair up.” You laughed and motioned to the bench sitting just outside the locker room. He sat down on the bench and you stood in front of him, your hands going up to your bun and pulling it out, letting your wavy hair fall down your back. You gathered his hair in your hands and carefully placed it in a tight bun, knowing that if it wasn’t tight I would constantly be coming out when he pulled his helmet on and off. You tucked a few flyaway pieces behind his ears and held his face in your hands as you gave him a kiss.

“God, I never get tired of seeing you in my jersey.” He muttered after you finally pulled away. 

“Who says it’s your jersey? I’ll have you know that I’m wearing Sam’s jersey.” You gave him a teasing look and while he mostly knew that you were teasing him, he didn’t like you joking about wearing someone else’s number. He spun you around and then smiled when he saw his number on the back of your jersey. He smacked your ass and you yelped and spun around quickly. 

“Don’t be such a brat, Bunny. You know what that does to me.” The smirk on his face made you roll your eyes but you couldn’t help but smile at him as he pulled you in. You lazily pushed against him while his nose caressed yours. “Come on, Bunny. One more kiss. For luck.” You couldn’t help but give in to him, pressing your lips to his in a fiery kiss.

“You need to get back in there. Go score me a goal.” You pulled away and started walking down the tunnel, looking back to wave to him one last time.

As you made your way back up the stands where the girls were sitting, you were met with even more wolf whistling and teasing. Your hair was a mess from being pulled from your bun and your lips slightly swollen from his kisses. You just rolled your eyes and laughed at their antics. 

The game was a runaway. Steve had scored two points and Bucky had worked the crowd into a frenzy as he scored a hat trick, earning three points on his own in a single game. You were so ecstatic at the team's win and the personal victories for both Steve and Bucky but you groaned and hung your head in resignation. 

“What’s wrong?” Your friend prodded. “Your man just played the best game of his life!”

“Yeah, that’s the problem! He’s gonna make me come down there every game now!” You both laughed, knowing it was the truth. Bucky was going to insist that you come down every game and tie up his hair, giving him good luck kisses before the game. You had just become his best lucky charm. His real life rabbit’s foot.

Taglist:

@annasrefuge @chrisevansdaughter 

[supercriminalbean]

Things that made me insane during criminal minds evolution:

Written while I watched so enjoy my bumbling mess. Spoiler alert of course.

Episode 9:

Ahhhhh. Here we go. Preview I scared.

Krystal death 😭😭 my poor little baby please don't cry.

Emily holding him I never realized could hurt me so much.

ROSSI get the fuck out please.

Holy fuck he read his book

Dave knows ahhhhh.

They know his name!!!!!

No one better end up in witness protection this time.

HOLY FUCK HE WALKED INTO THE FBI THST COCKY SON OF A BITCH.

I know this season hasny been the best but I personally like the story line and enjoy that it's only one main case. We will see if that's still the case at tge end of this episode.

Rossi looks pisseddddd.

May 2022...

Tara oooh Rebecca.

Tara watching her is so cute oh thier moment

Tara lewis opening up ahhh I love themmmmm. I hate this it hurts.

They fucking better open up the case.

Rebecca thank youuu.

Darling 😭😭

That's not good writing like come on are we just suppose to be cool after that?

I hate but love the fact Ellias knows how to plays. But fuck baby you read his boookssss ahhhh.

Rossi is hot he knows. And ellias your practically telling him who you are your not dumb your doing it on purpose ughhh.

Holy shit my watch was going on because apparently my heart had dropped really low haha opps.

Constantly battle thoes two it's making my daddy and brother issues go off.

Don't Dave him.

I always go the distance Elias. *Rossi signature smirk 🥵😍)

Penelope that's okay and everyone stares. Ughh baby don't look so excited.

Okay but um Luke smile at how excite Penelope is...it hurts.

Ewwww Tyler gross. I don't want to talk about it but ugh the way Garcia look at him and the way he smirked at her ugh.

Okay but Will hello. I know it's er wrong but he looking mighty fine today sir.

JJ goes straight to Will side.

NO NO NO. OKAY NO. like I'm so excited the Will is working with the team but um...I SWEAR IF THEY KILL HIM OFF IMMA FUCK UP A BITCH.

Tyler Green what the hell. Ugh.

Luke looks so angry tho huh.

Tyler what are you hiding.

Garcia what are you up to.

Tyler your an ass.

Garcia you desever better.

Ellias ugh your an asshole okay.

Um huh the voice message.

Dave that's weird text her please.

FUCK YOU TYLER GREEN.

2006 aww. Tyler we get it but fuck you for using my girl.

Sydney your a mood.

Daveeee. Why am I attracted to old rich men that kill. I need therapy.

I love Dave.

I fuckin hate Ellias.

Emily stands by her team.

Fuck you Ellias.

I feel like somethings bad gonna happen.

I wonder what season 17 Is gonna be like.

Luke... I'm nevours for this.

Luke knows!!!

HIS REACTION IS THE BESTTTTT.

okay PENELOPE SHUT UP!! PLEASE. Not in front of Luke.

You sure know how to pick em...ouch.

Ughhh. I was hoping with the messy comment we were getting into thier love life.

Luke tho is mood. Like I don't know how to explain but thos scene is great. *cough* would of been better if Luke shut her up with a "we would of been better" or even a kiss *cough*

I'm mad at Garcia like alot.

Rossi please don't be stupid.

Rossi do not fall for it. Rossi don't do .

Haha he knows. The way he said shit was hot. I love that man.

The look he gave him when he talked about the podcast I can't not breath 😂😂

The thick swallow on killing them

Okayyyu but why did Dave say "oooh that's a yess" that's the way he use to only speak to his team.

Devolution. Evolution.

UNSUB DAVE UNSUB DAVE UNSUB DAVE. PLEASEEE.

I can not watch this. Don't hurt my lover.

Fuck you Voit.

You don't desever happiness dickhead.

Mm I wanna tie Dave up to.

Stop hurting my baby.

Tyler you better turn up.

Oh shit um hi lol.

At least the team is on thier way.

Oh shit Prentiss is pissed.

Ooh DC metro okay.

Okay Rossi calm it 😂😂 your a dumbass and you need therapy.

Why you want to help 😂 yes yes I do please.

Criminal minds is fucked.

Will is going to die ain't he... or JJ

Ugh Penelope pity party I get is cos toxic men I akwaysvfall for them. But um Luke's hand on her shoulder. This really is like he's trying to replace Morgan this episode it's weird.

JJ and Will tho awww.

Spit on me.

Okay I looked away from the screen for TWO SECONDS and all I saw was green and legit though Elle greenway had show up and was like woah plot twist.

Tyler Green is here. Yay.

Rossi is terrifed oh my heart.....

SHOOT HIM TYLER.

Nooo Tyler

Rossi ahhhhhhhh

I screamed IM SCREAMING SCREAMING. HOLY SHIT. DINNER DINNER DINNER DATE FUCKKKKK. GUYSSS ITS HAPPENING!!!!!!!!!

The nevours, they both looks so cute and young and nevours.

The way she looks at him.

Thoes two omg haha.

Thoes two opening up, my heart is mot sure how to react at all.

Ugh wow I wanted all season for them to break my heart...please they so have chemisty.

I will respect it while I hold my cat and hope they realsie they are both madly in love thank you.

Just stay with me. Oh my heart.

Penelope desever to be happy even if it's not with Luke. But it'd not with Tyler I'm sorry but no.

Rebecca took Tara hand AWWWW.

Stop hurting my love.

Ughh hands off.

Dave called him Lee. And I oopps.

Nooo don't kill my lover. I will cry.

Go kill your own family not mine, dumbass.

Live stream...oh shit..

Okay him screaming for help aboustley and utterly FUCKING hurts.

Dave....

[wh0rephobic]

I have this idea

So what if y/n somehow did the impossible and tied William up and is on top after a while William brakes out of whatever material y/n used to tie him up then he gets on top and he just goes WILD on y/n

-Anon🏳️‍🌈

cw: hardcore, face-slapping, dubcon(?), bondage, sex toys etc. read at your own risk

reader tricking william. straddling him in bed, the two feeling each other up as you rock your hips back and forth on his pants to work him up, tracing the path his hands take before holding them in your own.

“your hands are so big,” you comment.

“mm, but they’re perfect for touching you.” william whispers back seductively.

you only giggle in response before you jump, only managing to cuff one of his hands to the bed frame before he caught on when you reach for the other.

“darling,” he starts, trying to hide his temper. “what are you doing?”

“just… playing with you is all. let me see your other hand,” you request, holding out your palm in request.

william’s eyebrows narrow at you. he hates being restricted. he hates giving up his power. he hates it when you win… he reluctantly gives you his hand, knowing that you’re stubborn enough to just sit there and wait with him stuck to the bed until he did; what a brat you are. he returns the grin on your face with a scowl as you cuff him to the bed.

“oh come on, william. don’t be such a baby, we’re just having fun!” you nudge.

he scoffs, “you’re having fun.”

you pout as you shift down his frame, resting on his thighs as you bring a hand up to palm at his crotch.

“just let me make you feel good,” you insist with a sigh, to which william only rolls his eyes as he turns away from you.

fine. if he’s going to be a bitch and give you the silent treatment, you’ll just have to put him in his place.

while william’s head is turned, you take it upon yourself to surprise him by bringing your mouth down to his clothed cock and mouthing over him. you hear the metal of the cuffs clank together when he flinches, turning back to you.

“why, you little—“

“ah, ah!” you shush him. “you might wanna watch your words now that i’m in charge. you wouldn’t want me to leave you here all hot and bothered now, would you?”

you wait for a response as you undo his zipper, but only giggle at his angry expression, lips pressed into a thin line as he watches you carefully pull out his half-hard dick and begin to stroke it. soon enough it has reached full length as you just continue to stroke it, watching as the tip becomes darker and darker as more blood flows to it. you find it amusing and all of a sudden find yourself giggling again.

william grunts where he struggles against his bondings. “go faster.”

you hiss, slowing your strokes. “ooh, watch your tone… maybe if you ask nicely, i’ll consider it.”

but he only responds with a deep growl before biting out, “please.”

and as he has obeyed your wishes, you increase your pace, making sure to squeeze the head whenever your fist passes it. there are two things that can be heard in your bedroom right now, the slick movements of your hand and the clattering of the metal cuffs on the bed frame, and it sounds like a symphony.

you know how to work him. you know he loves it when you speed up your wrist and limit your movements to flicking over his sensitive cockhead, and you relearn how much he hates it by the way he throws his head side to side with animalistic growls and tugs on the cuffs. you know how worked up he gets whenever you add some pressure into the vein that runs up the underside, so of course you perform that whenever you slow down, making his hips wiggle around on the mattress.

“you know, squirming like this isn’t going to help you.” you thumb at the bead of precum forming in the slit.

it doesn’t take long for the sight of everything unfolding to create a messy heat in your abdomen, body begging to be touched. just because you’re torturing william doesn’t mean you have to suffer, so you sneak your free hand up your top and push your bra aside to pinch at your own nipple, giving yourself just a little relief while you watch his angry red cock twitch in your tight grip. you tilt your head back as to put on the facade that you’re ignoring him, just playing with him for your own pleasure while your lips fall parted and quiet gasps and moans slip out to spite him. you can feel his balls tighten at the sight of you. you twist your buds, taking turns rubbing them between your fingers and thumbing at them until they’ve created so much wetness in your underwear that it becomes uncomfortable. without stopping the unguessable rhythm on william’s dick, you shift out of your shorts and put your wet cunt on display for him.

you let your dainty fingertips play with your clit, kneading it and letting out lazy sighs while you get the two of you off.

now, it’s not that william doesn’t like this. no, it’s the complete opposite actually. he loves watching your tiny hand work his length up and down, pumping out all of his cum and pleasing him. he also loves watching you please yourself. he loves seeing you get all helpless for him, whining for william’s attention, for his touch… what he hates is being the helpless one. he hates when these things happen and he is forced to be at your mercy. he hates when you have control… which is why he’s had enough.

for as long as you can remember, william has always had a trick or two up his sleeve, so it’s a wonder why you ever doubted him when you cuffed him to the bed. you begin to fall under a haze, twisting your wrist and dipping a few of your fingers into your drooling pussy. you scissor them and stretch yourself out, all while continuing to touch william. right when… click!

the sound makes you freeze; tilting your head back down to him and removing your hand from yourself, slowly bringing your eyes up to see a hand free from the cuffs, and a dark look on william’s face.

things move fast from there. in the blink of an eye, you are now under him and he’s the one cuffing you to the bed.

you squirm. “no, n-no you can’t!”

“yes, i can.” he grunts. “now, you’re going to stop your goddamn squirming. sit still and let me use you.”

he pulls your thighs apart with a whimper, wasting no time lining himself up and pushing himself inside of you to his hilt. it’s more of a stretch than you could manage with your fingers and it makes you arch your back and mewl. his cock is pressed delightfully against your cervix, confusing you with the feeling of the throbbing stretch but also writhing pleasure you get as he thrusts his hips wildly in and out of you.

he’s growling and snarling in your ear, he sounds like an animal and it’s honestly the hottest thing you’ve ever heard while he pounds into your sorry hole. so, you let him use you.

“william, oh—oh, william! f-fuck—ah!” your unhinged moans for him are cut short by a sting to your cheek.

“shut up,” william seethes in your face, eyes red with anger. “good toys don’t talk.”

squeezing his dick with your pussy, you bite your lip to suppress your noises. you don’t really have a choice anymore but to be good, so you try your best to sit still, to be quiet while he pumps into you, sliding around your pussy until you both cum together.

it would’ve been longer and more torturous for you, but you had already been playing with william so much that he was already close when he started to fuck you. but it should be more torture for you, so he makes it as such.

leaving you throbbing where you’re cuffed to the bed, he cleans himself up and slides on a pair of boxers quick enough so that you don’t get to catch your breath before he straps a vibrator against your puffy clit. then, he heads for the door.

“ah—a-ah, w-where are you going?!” you gulp, twitching in the feeling of the toy overstimulating your bud.

“to work.” he spits. “and you’re going to stay here, cumming over and over on that stupid toy until i come back for you. alright? that’ll teach you not to play games with me.”

[fuwushiguro]

Immortal She, Return To Me

chapter one | masterlist | chapter three

Shuuji Hanma x f!reader

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: I wanted to post something n this series has been gathering dust so enjoy chapter two hehe Warnings: 18+, dubcon, biting, clit rubbing, use of 'mommy' jokingly, pussyjob, adultery, bullying, degradation, exhibitionism??, fingering, body writing, forced tattooing, smoking, vaginal sex, daddy kink. Words: 3.2k

networks: @planetonet @tometpd

He considers you.

He is considering you.

You’ve certainly come a long way from the frightened little lamb he knew as a teenager. A role was to be played and you have done so beautifully. It isn’t often Hanma is surprised or that anyone can get the upper hand over him. And here you are, an all-knowing smirk dominating your appearance as you continue to straddle him. A woman after his very own heart, you’ve turned into quite that conniving little bitch, and it’s turning him on. He’s filled with arousal and want.

You’ve given him a rock-hard cock.

He gives you a look of warning as you begin to grind against him tormentingly. A look to tell you that you better behave yourself or else you’ll be in real trouble. But you don’t, you have power on your mind and how much you have over your former ‘flame’ if you could go so far as to call him that. It’s true that you hold all of the cards right now and it is a sickening role reversal for him.

Gone are the days of your fear. You have forgotten what it felt like to be intimidated by him. And you’ve managed to do something that no one ever does to Hanma.

You’ve surprised him.

“I wouldn’t get too cocky if I were you, baby.” he comments, fingers digging deeply into the fat of your hips to hold you still.

“Oh?”

“Heh. Look at you…” he starts, leaning down to nip at your neck with his teeth. You hum, delirious under his touch. It isn’t because he is so divine that you can’t help yourself. The opposite, really, you’re letting yourself enjoy him. He idly strokes all four fingers from his right hand over your still throbbing clit. “Got a little bit of power for a change and look what a messy little cunt you have. Bet you want me to start calling you mommy, huh?” he insults with a snarl on his face. The expression drags you right back to your youth. Unfortunately for you, it isn’t an easy expression to wipe off his face.

“There’s only two things I want from you Shuuji,” you mewl, unable to fight the noise that leaves you as he latches onto one of your pert nipples and suckles softly. There has been a blatant switch since you revealed your identity to him. It’s almost like you’re worth a damn. “I want you… to suffer. And- And I want… I want your fucking head on a platter.” you moan into a laugh as you begin to grind your slippery heat against his cock.

“My my what big talk for such a needy little slut.” he tells you. He forces his fingers through your tousled hair and brings your face closer to his. There is no chance of fighting away from a kiss, but you find yourself not wanting to fight it. You begin to sweat as you work your soaked folds along his pulsing cock. Each rut of your hips forces his pretty pink tip perfectly against your clit. He feels no shame each time breathy pants escape him. Moans, specifically. Ooh and ahh language escape the pair of you as he leaves sensual, slow kisses down your neck and shoulder. “I suppose I should apologise.”

“Really? Why’s that?”

He grabs the fat of your thigh where his name is permanently signed. It makes him moan even louder, remembering that he’s marked you good and proper. His name is dated on your thigh and still you can never forget him. Why else would you go to these lengths to get a rise out of him?

“Should have prepped you. You’re not a whore, are you? Just my toy. How could I forget my perfect little fuck toy?”

“Not yours. Not anymore.”

“Your thigh says different,” he interjects pulling your face closer to his so that he can lick the inside of your mouth. “why haven’t you had it removed? Is it because you still have feelings for me, sweetheart?”

“I never had feelings for you. Tattoo removals are expensive.”

“Kisaki is a rich man, he hasn’t offered? And I notice a lack of a ring on your finger, too. So, are you lying?” he lingers on the final word, hoping for it to take root under your skin. You were always so meek in your teens. He much prefers the you of today.

There certainly is a bark, he’s waiting patiently for a bite.

You laugh, amused. You aren’t sure if he is teasing you this time or if he is more of a fool than he’d dare to admit. He groans as you pull away from his wanting lips, the longing soon replaced with satisfaction as you hold your ankles and continue to grind your sticky folds against his veiny member.

“Those big glasses make you look smart, but it’s a lie.” you begin. He grumbles incoherently. There is a conversation in his head taking place with nobody but himself. He wants to scold and chastise you for daring to speak to him like that. But it’s been so long since you’ve been in each other’s presence, he’s happy enough to let you speak. And he’s eager to hear what you have to say. “You wouldn’t have fucked me if you saw my engagement ring.”

“Hmm, I think you’ve forgotten who you’re dealing with baby. A silly little thing like monogamy is never gonna stop me from getting what I want.” he talks as if it’s a joke, but now you do know who you’re dealing with. He’s right, there is nothing in the world that will stop the man beneath you from getting what he wants.

“Shuuji…” you moan, feeling close to cumming as you continue sandwiching his cock between your sodden lips. He hums, hushes, coos. He’s imploring you to continue, to cum, to talk. “Kisaki doesn’t know about the tattoo.” you whimper.

He grins, aiding you in your rutting.

You shouldn’t have told him that.

He’s coaxing you to unravel against him in such a pathetic, desperate manner. He’s almost disgusted that he’s nearly right there with you. There’s always been something so hypnotising about you, you’ve always had him under a spell whether you knew it or not. How could he forget you? How could he have been so stupid as to have forgotten you?

“Get yourself off on my cock, I wanna paint your pretty pussy lips white.”

Fingers are interwoven into your damp, sweaty hair as he yanks your face away from his. He wants to see you, again, like he always saw you. Completely at his mercy and desperate for his release. He remembers, now, what you said. What you always said when he gifted you with his potent seed. That it always made you feel so good. So good and so warm.

He lets you moan against his mouth as he nudges your clit just right, and you’re free falling. Tumbling out of a plane through the highest heights, crash landing and unable to shake free of the aftershocks of the powerful orgasm. You hate him. You hate him. It’s only like this because there is too much passion between the two of you and you hate him for it. He kisses you, and you can barely kiss back because you’re shuddering and mewling, still, from the intensity of it all.

“Fuuuuuck, baby,” he speaks slowly.

It’s so familiar and so condescending, almost like it could be mistaken for a compliment. He meant it, though. You might know him, you might have known him. But he’s changed in your absence. He’s matured – if only a little.

“Just like old times, hah?”

There is only a years difference between yourself and Hanma, and of course, he is your senior. An age difference that he took a little too seriously, you’d say.

It started off simple enough, mere children in the playground. He’d pull your hair and shove your face into the dirt. It makes you sick as you recall the time he pretended he was going to make you eat a fistful of worms that he held in his hand.

But you couldn’t decide what was the lesser of two evils as he shoved them down your pants instead.

Teasing turned to ownership as you got a little older. Whenever he’d see you, he’d call you names in front of his friends. But you were his. The name calling came with orders that you do things for him. A kiss on the cheek, the lips, or to hold his hand. It sounds a little sweeter than it was given that you were just children, but it’s hard to forget how terrified you felt at the mention of his name, let alone his presence.

You thought he might kill you when you moved schools. Your parents had deduced you were being bullied, and although you denied it, they took the initiative to remove you from his school. But that wouldn’t be the last you’d see of him, of course.

But there was a wonderful time that you didn’t see him. Three years. Three whole years you didn’t see him. You left his school at sixteen and you were a university student by the time your nineteenth rolled around.

His eyes almost bulged out of his head as he spotted you walking down the street and around the corner. A pretty plaid skirt and a black randoseru strapped to your back. And he could see where you were going. He was a delinquent through and through, but you were on your way to university. He was a drop out and you were really putting the work into your future.

Good for you.

Good for him.

He dragged you into an alleyway after your day had come to an end. He’d been hanging around and waiting for you to finish the whole day. It wasn’t a chance he was prepared to lose. And your blood turned to liquid nitrogen in your veins as you realised who was holding you hostage in the dank, murky alley.

“Theeeere she is. Missed my slutty little princess, have you missed me?”

And that day was the first of many instances he helped himself to your body whenever he pleased. Taking different routes didn’t help, he was always hot on your trail. It was worse when his friends found out about his shady misdeeds; all of them touch starved and desperate to get front row seats to your live shows with Hanma.

He’d sit you on crates in back alleys and force you to present yourself to his friends.

“Open your legs wider f’me baby. They all wanna see what a cute little cunt you have.”

And they snickered, because you’d obey every single time. He would only finger you in front of them, but sex was private. They always took pictures and videos and laughed at your expense when the sound of your juicy cunt and Hanma’s vicious fingers flooded the echoing alley. He’d whisper sweet nothings and kiss against the shell of your ear as he urged you to cum in front of his friends.

He is a monster, but he knows it’s near impossible to cum when you’re uncomfortable. Hanma was always happy to talk you through it, you were letting him do this to you after all. You could have easily reported him or told your parents what he was doing, but you didn’t. In truth, you were just humiliated that this was happening to you.

“She’s just Hanma’s toy.” you heard one of his cronies mutter to another.

“Hey, I like that. Someone hand me a pen.”

He hushed you as you began to squirm against him. Hanma moved so that he was standing in front of you, dropping to the balls of his feet so he could write the words into your skin. It was a thick, black, marker pen and the texture was soft, a little ticklish too.

“Sit still sweetheart, this needs to be perfect. Okay?”

You admired it despite it making you feel like a disgusting slab of meat rather than a human being. He smiled up at you with half-shut eyelids. Power and triumph coursing through his entire being. His hands reached upward towards your breasts as his face burrows into your drenched heat. He doesn’t stay there long, a few gentle kisses to your quivering clit to reward your obedience.

“You can all fuck off now, tug your tiny dicks off at home.” Hanma instructs his seedy little gang. They all appeared confused, Hanma’s sadistic smile didn’t waver as he looked down at them all. It stole your breath away each time you noticed how truly tall he was – he’s always been a king amongst men. “I’m taking my favourite girl on a date.”

It was right for you to feel scared at the sentiment. You had never been on a date with Hanma before and you couldn’t bear to imagine what his sick idea of one was. Bony fingers clamped into the flesh of your upper arm as he escorted you the entire way to the nearest tattoo parlour. You foolishly thought he was adding new additions to his body. But when he expressed that you wanted an inner thigh tattoo, you almost swallowed your tongue.

“Shuuji, I don’t—”

“Don’t you fucking dare fight me on this. Need everyone to know who the fuck you belong to, so be a good girl and get daddy’s name tattooed.” he hissed through gritted teeth. The man at the desk looked concerned, but you threw away any doubts as you smiled gleefully at him. It seemed to be fake concern, anyway, as you soon discovered he and Hanma were friends.

“Shuuji, I need my, uh, my—”

“Your panties that I got stuffed in my pocket?” he spoke, loud enough for anyone in the parlour to hear, ruining the discreet conversation you tried to initiate. “Just sit down and shut up, you’re getting a whores tattoo so don’t act coy now.”

This was a moment you were sure had surpassed the worms down your panties. There has never been a moment you’ve felt more embarrassed than this. Your wet, drippy cunt practically in the face of a total stranger. Hanma laughed each time you tried to pull down your tiny skirt enough to cover your sex, but he slapped your hands away.

The process was agonising and you weren’t sure how long you had been there. All you knew was that it felt like an eternity. You couldn’t decide if the sensation was closer to pinpricks or beestings, but you could hardly stand it. Eventually, Hanma did do something nice. He let you hold his hand through it all.

You sat patiently as your fresh ink was wrapped up by the artist. Tears spilled down your cheeks, and your tormentor brushed them away with his thumbs. He even kissed you. Again… and again… and again… on your damp, glittering cheeks.

“That’s my girl.”

After everything he put you through, you never thought you’d actually seek him out yourself. You’ve been lying on your backs side by side as you come down from your orgasms together, you can’t stand how each and every single thing you’ve done with him has felt oddly romantic up to now. Even when he was degrading you, it reminded you of your past, and that is dangerous territory. You were a different girl then. He pushed you so far away that you left the country for a few years.

“How did you end up being Kisaki’s pet?”

“That’s none of your business,” you bite back, “I love him, though.”

“I don’t think you cheat on people you love, sweetheart.” he laughs, taking a careful drag of a cigarette and allowing the dramatic lingering smoke to twirl into the air. “That guy’s nuts. He’ll kill you too when he finds out you fucked me.”

You shake your head, disregarding his conclusion completely.

“He doesn’t love me. It’s more like obsession, infatuation. He’ll forgive me, but he’ll want you chopped into little pieces.”

“Yeah?”

He climbs out of bed with ease in search of his phone. His face gives nothing away, the stoic straight line that has become his signature expression over the manic smile you had grown to hate in your teens. He scrolls through his contacts, until finally, he finds who he was looking for.

Kisaki.

You don’t know it’s him until Hanma speaks. The ringing was insufferable, and you thought that whoever he was calling would never answer. You can’t deny the way that your heart stopped when you heard your fiancé’s voice faintly through the speakers.

“You’re a sly dog, Kisaki, I found out about your secret engagement.” he smiles, pausing to hear his response. “I met your little wifey tonight while I was out with the others. I know, what are the odds, right? She told me I should give you a call and set something up for the three of us.”

“Shuuji.” you speak sternly, he raised a finger to silence you like you’re nothing. Like you’re a woman who doesn’t get a right to speak. Fuck, you really hate him.

“Well I haven’t seen your new place yet. Now I know why you moved, hah? Bigger house for your wife and however many kids you’re gonna make her pop out.” he laughs falsely, the thought of being nothing but a breeding toy sends you close to a panic attack. He can see it, too, because your eyes are beginning to sparkle. “Have you got chefs or are you cooking yourself these days? A cosy little meal at the Kisaki residence sounds like a plan. Alright, tomorrow? Sure… I’ll be seein’ ya.”

He tosses his phone aside, climbing back onto the bed to join you. You yelp as you feel his hands grab your ankles and pull you towards him. Your knees are being pushed into your chest once again. And he’s amused, he’s amused because you’re letting him. Even after what he’s just done, he still has you wrapped around his finger.

“Goin’ again princess, daddy wants to fuck again.” he explains as he lines himself up with your slippery slot.

He’s unhinged. He’s calm, yes, but his mind is completely and utterly unhinged. Not an ounce of shame that he’s just set up a dinner date from hell. Not a twinge of guilt in his voice as he lied to his boss about your very existence. He’s confident, he’s cocky. None of it, not a single ounce of it is new. It’s just him. Fucking Hanma. As much as you hate to admit it, he’s your Hanma.

“You’re playing with fire babe, I think you’re forgetting whose game this is.” you explain, trying to remind him that you’re the one holding the best cards. Although, you’d be lying if you said he hadn’t rattled you.

“Gonna be really embarrassing for you when I win,” he smiles as he rolls his hips into yours. You’re both too focused on getting the last word in with each other to truly enjoy the stimulating feeling of your genitals slotting perfectly against one another.

“Who says you’re going to win?” you question.

“Well, you’re just my little fuck toy,” he laughs, “do you think I’m gonna lose to a stupid, slutty toy?”

© 2022 fuwushiguro

tag list form ➪ here

[elysiadjarin]

Day 3: Dacryphilia

Jesse Cromeans may be a ruthless killer, but at home with you? You’re the one in charge. And especially those days when you’re annoyed at how long he’s been gone and he comes back so desperate for your attention… well. You did so like to see him cry.

Day 3 of Kinktober has arrived! I actually think I discovered some things about myself writing this one, so y’all enjoy. 😂 Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content only. This one is a slasher x reader fic, so please beware of mentions of murder and assault as part of the territory, though nothing is explicitly mentioned. PinV unprotected sex, dacryphilia, desperation, cumplay.

Tags: Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) x reader, slasher x reader, yandere!reader, soft femdom, sub/dom themes

Paint Splatters over Canvas

It was rather funny, really.

You scrolled through your phone, ignoring the giant man standing in the doorway of the room staring at you. Jesse had always made a point of never touching you without your permission. A way for him to separate the meaningless victims of his murderous hobby with you, his wife, his everything. And while of course your relationship stayed perfectly strong, you well aware of his hobby and he well aware of your own tendencies… it did sometimes backfire on him in the best worst ways.

Like now. When you were annoyed with him because he’d been gone an entire day later than he’d promised, extra dark web cash be damned. A promise was a promise, and it wasn’t as though he’d needed the money. He did have a perfectly legal and highly successful business, after all. So shouldn’t you have come first?

You liked revenge cold, playing the long game; something you had in common with Jesse. And today, you certainly had plans put in place for said revenge. Which, for the time being, meant ignoring Jesse. You had plenty to occupy you, from communications for the business to just working on your own projects. Still, you’d made sure to be just nonchalant enough to let him know that it was all so… deliberate.

Jesse shuffled in the doorway, clearly wanting your attention but knowing better than to think any sort of demanding would get him anywhere. He’d learned the hard way that at home, his power over subordinates decidedly did not apply to you. When you didn’t give him any response, he hovered for a moment, clearly trying to decide on what to do next.

You knew how he would get after a mission. Needy. Wanting. Starved for attention and affection from you. Pent up for days, probably thinking about you every spare moment between takes.

With a hum, you typed out a message on your phone before standing and heading for the doorway. You briefly looked up to see him as you brushed past in the doorway. “Oh, hi, Jesse,” you said, giving him a brief, distracted smile. “I’m off to get ready for a meeting with a client.” You headed for the bedroom, already thinking about your next steps.

You could hear him following behind you, could almost feel the mounting despair as he started to realized what was happening. Why you had used his name instead of the usual love, darling. His shoulders hunched, and you could see his face twist as he clearly tried to think of what to do. He already knew that you’d have your revenge however you wanted: apologies would be expected but certainly wouldn’t get him any closer to mercy.

Walking into the bedroom, you headed straight for the bathroom to start preparing. Jesse still trailed along behind you like a forlorn, helpless puppy, and you swore you could almost hear him let out a small whine. Pausing for a moment in front of your vanity, you dialed your friend’s number and set it to speaker, putting it down on the countertop and sitting in front of the mirror.

You tied your hair up and reached for your cosmetics, beginning the process as the phone dialed. Your friend picked up quickly, already in on your plan thanks to your texting. She always approved of your payback plans.

Bestie! I thought you said you had to prepare for the meeting? I mean, yknow, not that I don’t like hearing from you. She cheerfully teased over the phone.

You smiled. “Well yeah, I just sat down to do my makeup. But I mean, we did say we were going to talk about the party for little Jacen this weekend, and what better time than now? You can help me pick out an outfit once I’m done,” you cajoled, noticing how Jesse sat on the edge of the jacuzzi bathtub, unabashedly staring at you. He always had loved watching you get ready for an event. Not that you minded.

Fair enough. Your best friend admitted readily. But seriously, you didn’t have to go all out for Jacen like this. She half scolded. It’s so much!

You laughed lightly, the creamy foundation smoothing across your skin. “Oh c’mon, he’s my adorable little nephew in all but name. He deserves to get spoiled by his doting Aunt, let me have my fun,” you wheedled, knowing she would cave.

She sighed over the receiver. I swear, girl, you could convince anyone into anything.

“Or maybe I’m just your weakness, Miss Mara,” you teased back. The soft brush in your fingers blended the contour onto your face, and you smiled as you glanced at the phone. “But anyway, did you manage to figure out what he might want for a birthday present? Or are we going with my original idea to let him loose in a mall?”

Oh, no, you are so not buying him everything he points at. I’d never get him to not be a spoiled brat if I let you.Mara snorted. I’ll text you what I figured out, he seems to be pretty fixated on it right now.

“Ugh, fineeee,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “But I’m going to at least get him that adorable motorized scooter I showed you before. He’s going to look so cute riding around in it.”

Fair enough I suppose. Better than the mall idea— wait, did you just get me to agree to something extravagant by threatening something so ridiculous—

“Anyway,” you interrupted blithely, “did you send out invitations to everyone?”

Yep, and I got back all the RSVPs. Speaking of which, I thought you said that you were meeting with the CEO of some business tonight? What’s that all about? I know you, you normally don’t like dealing with people.

You sighed. “Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag a little.” You pouted, reaching for the eyeshadow and liner. “Jesse was supposed to be back yesterday, but since he wasn’t I had to reschedule, and I promised to personally meet with the CEO in order to smooth over ruffled feathers. But besides that… I wanted to be there personally to see my best friend and her husband’s house finally paid off for their fifth anniversary.”

A pause. Then a screech that made you grin. You’re not serious! Babes, no, wait—

“No use protesting!” You said cheerfully, waving your brush. “It’s already been practically settled. Besides, you both need to start saving up for Jacen’s college funds. We did have the agreement that I’d open the doors to whatever college he wanted instead of just paying for it,” you reminded.

Ugh, I don’t know if I want to smack you or hug you, you sly little— Mara groaned. Wait till I tell Damien, he won’t know what hit him. She laughed. Thank you. You know how much it means to us. I won’t scold.

“Good.” You nodded. “And you know I’ll take care of you.”

She sighed. Never doubted it. So, how’s the process?

You hummed, pursing your lips as you finished the eyeshadow and grabbed the mascara. “About to do mascara, then all I have left is the lipstick. But shouldn’t I wait till we pick a dress before I actually pick a color?”

Probably. What’s the mood? You going for boss ass bitch, sultry Queen, or mysterious vampire lady? Amusement laced Mara’s voice.

“You’re not even in my house and yet you walked in and called me out to my face,” you said dryly, earning laughter. Jesse, you saw in the mirror, tilted his head with a small smile playing over his lips. He’d quietly observed the whole processes, eyes fixed on your face.

Only cause I love you. So, show me the closet, girl! Oh, show me your makeup first tho so we got reference.

You picked up the phone as you finished, turning on the camera so she could see your makeup sans the lipstick. She whistled, eyebrows wriggling teasingly as she grinned.

Oh, so mysterious vampire queen it is. She smirked. Closet. Though I do have the feeling that we’re going to be choosing a gorgeous red lipstick.

“Yes ma’am,” you answered, standing and heading for your closet. You heard Jesse stand and follow behind you, and stifled a smile. Flipping the camera, you started to flip through the racks of dresses. “Does that mean we’re leaning towards a black dress?”

Hmm, probably. Actually, how about one of your sleek black ones? The one with like, barely any frills and only a tiny bit of lace at the top. Off the shoulder. If you’re gonna try to assert dominance, probably drawing attention to your mouth and hands is the best way to go.

You tilted your head at the hangers, then nodded. “You’re right. Especially if I go for the red lipstick. I could also honestly use a glass of wine during that meeting,” you sighed.

Mara snickered. Blood in a wine glass? How stereotypical of you, madame.

“You hush, drama queen,” you said dryly, finding the dress she’d described and pulling it out.

Ooh, that’s the one! And I know you have that one crimson shade of lipstick that I always say looks vampiric.

You went back to the vanity and set the phone down, pretending to not notice that it showed Jesse standing in the doorway, clearly staring at you. You slid your shirt off, careful not to smudge any makeup, then slipped out of your pants and reached for the dress. Smoothing it over your front to get rid of any wrinkles, you sat back down and tilted the camera back to yourself, reaching for the lipstick.

“This one, right?” You waved it in front of your face.

Yep! That dress is stunning, by the way. Oh, and what are you doing with your hair?

“Ugh, I don’t really wanna bother too much with it, so I figured I’d go with the… messy, loose waves.” You shrugged, applying the lipstick.

Mara snorted. I think you mean, ‘sorry I’m late I was doing things’ while ignoring Jesse staggering behind you clearly radiating ‘I’m things’ energy.

You half-choked, laughing despite yourself. “Mara-! Seriously!”

She rolled her eyes at you. I’m just saying it like it is. But you go girlie, you look bomb. She laughed. Blow them all away. Be the boss bitch you are. A noise in the background interrupted her. Oop, that’s my cue. I gotta go, text me though okay?

“Will do, tell Damien and Jacen hi for me.” You smiled and hung up, finishing fluffing your hair. Standing, you grabbed the phone and headed for the door. “The meeting is in five minutes,” you remarked to Jesse as you passed him in the doorway. “If you want to join.”

You saw him type on his phone, the text to speech translator sounding a moment later. May I be there with you?

You flashed him a warm smile, as though you weren’t at all deliberately enacting revenge. “Of course! I’d love to have you there. Let’s go.” With a little hum, you headed towards the stairs.

Your phone pinged with a message. Girl, I swear he was drooling. You’re so mean sometimes. Not that he didn’t deserve it.

You suppressed a laugh, replying with one hand as your other slid down the bannister to guide you down the staircase. You know it. Mission so far successful. Wish me luck, I’m about to go into this meeting.

You looked up as you got to the bottom of the stairs, seeing an assistant waiting with the guest. The assistant bowed politely. “May I introduce Mr. Trace, CEO of Finley Bank.”

Giving the assistant a nod, you turned to Mr. Trace. “Greetings, Mr. Trace. Welcome! Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I do apologize for the delay,” you said, taking charge and sweeping towards the parlor.

He followed after automatically. “Of course, Mrs. Cromeans,” he answered, quickly recovering from his moment of bewilderment.

You motioned to a chair, sitting on the velvet couch across the coffee table. “Please, please, have a seat,” you said, keeping the easy smile on your face. “Can I get you a drink? Anything at all?”

He blinked, sitting down and setting his briefcase next to him. “Ah— thank you. I’d appreciate a scotch on the rocks if it’s available.”

“Of course,” you said easily, nodding to the maid standing nearby. “A red wine for me, please.” You smiled at Jesse as he sat next to you. “Your regular?” you asked sweetly. At his nod, you turned back to the maid. “And a glass of dry white.”

She bowed and went to go fetch the drinks.

“I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do, Mr. Trace,” you said smoothly, “so I’ll not take any more of your time than necessary. Of course, as I said, I’d like to discuss several things with you…”

Twenty minutes later found you leaning against the arm of the couch, feet propped up beside you as you swirled the last dregs of the red wine, tapping the glass with your fingernails. The CEO had long since emptied his scotch, and Jesse was on his second glass. His fingers kept clenching around the flute of his glass every time your feet brushed against his thigh.

“Of course,” Trace said with a nod, jotting down the final notes on the paperwork. “Easily managed. Are there any other details you would like to add or anything else to discuss?” He looked up at you.

Your tactics of firm politeness and the scotch seemed to have worked their charm, and you’d been able to rather easily dominate the flow of the interaction. Not to mention, Mara had been right about appearances clearly setting a tone. Trace seemed to be studiously avoiding eye contact with either you or Jesse.

“Not at all, Mr. Trace,” you said, a pleased note in your voice. “I’m rather pleased at how everything has turned out. We do so value your business, you know.” You tilted the glass in your fingers. “Shall I sign the papers?”

“At your leisure.” He slid them across the table toward you.

You slowly uncurled yourself like a lazy feline, straightening yourself and leaning over to set the glass down on the table. Grasping the pen, you slowly signed your name on the papers, eyes glancing over the print to ascertain that everything was in order. Shuffling through the papers, you finally set the pen down.

Trace took them back, glancing through them before nodding. “Everything seems to be in order.” He slid them back into his briefcase. “Thank you as always for your business, Mrs. Cromeans, Mr. Cromeans.”

You nodded, and Jesse stood, setting his glass down. You rose as well, sliding your arm into the crook of his elbow as he automatically adjusted for you. “And thank you for your help, Mr. Trace,” you answered easily. “I do hope you have a productive rest of the day. Do be safe out there.”

He nodded as the assistant returned to escort him out. “Same to you.”

With a hum, you absently patted Jesse’s arm and let yours slide out of his grasp, drifting towards the stairs again. “Oh, I need to go tell Mara it’s all confirmed. Besides, this dress is only comfortable for so long,” you remarked, pulling out your phone again.

Guess who completely owns their house now? You texted Mara, smiling. And your tactics worked, I think dominance was asserted.

You waltzed into the bedroom, headed straight for the closet. “Jesse, are you hungry? I think the food I ordered should have arrived by now, it should be in front of the TV. Maybe pick a movie? I still have a few messages to send.”

You changed into a comfortable black babydoll nightdress, sighing in relief as the silk slid over your skin. It was far more comfortable, and you could feel yourself finally starting to relax after the pent-up tension of the meeting. You really did hate dealing with people, especially ones like the CEO.

Your phone buzzed as you went to go pick it back up. You are literally the best. Now go finish seducing Jesse while I go figure out how to make this news sexy.

Stifling a snort, you went to go wipe your makeup off and wash your face. You could hear the sounds of the TV starting in the bedroom, so you took one more glance in the mirror before heading out into the room, still tapping at your phone. You still had to finish some arrangements for Jacen’s birthday, after all, and your revenge was still percolating.

Jesse’s head turned as soon as you approached the couch in front of the TV. You ignored the way he froze, sliding onto the couch and tucking your feet under a soft blanket. Sending off another message, you set it beside you and reached forward to grab a tray, pulling it into your lap.

“I figured you might not want anything too heavy since you just got back, so I kinda just made a guess and ended up ordering too much…” You frowned at the myriad of food laid out over the table. “Sorry, Jesse… I don’t even know if this is what you want—“

The text to speech cut you off. The food is fine, thank you. I’m sorry for being late. I know I can only make excuses, but I am sorry. Can I make it up to you?

A frown touched your lips as you picked up your spoon, still not looking at him. Your fingernails tapped against the screen of your phone. “Jacen asked the other day if Uncle Jesse would be at his party. I told him I didn’t know, but I’d ask.”

He quickly typed. Of course, if he asked for me, I’ll be sure to be there. His fingers paused, then he slowly typed again, as though hesitating. I got you a present while I was gone.

You hummed, swallowing your food and picking your phone back up. “He’ll be happy to hear it. And thank you for the present.” You sent a message to tell Mara that Jacen’s wish had been granted.

Jesse practically fidgeted as he ate, the movie playing in the background. You could feel his eyes slide from the screen to you, could almost hear the wheels in his head frantically turning. The tension in every line of his body was obvious, his movements stilted and jerky. He practically twitched every time you so much as moved.

Finally, you set down the tray, grabbing a mint to refresh your mouth. Shifting to get more comfortable, you angled yourself towards him a little more. You snitched a piece of food from his plate, letting out a hum as you smiled down at Mara’s message. If possible, Jesse stiffened even more, his fingers clenching so hard around his spoon that it even bent a little in his grasp.

A crumb fell from your fingers onto the lace edge of your nightgown, and you let out a quiet noise of protest as you looked down. Your fingers brushed against the top of your breast, brushing off the crumb. Sticking your finger in your mouth, you typed out a message in response to another conversation. With a sigh, you looked up and glanced over Jesse’s shoulder to see the lamp on the table next to him. Night had fallen, and shadows fell over the room.

Stirring yourself, you sat up, setting your phone down for a moment. “Can I turn on the lamp? I don’t wanna get up for the lights,” you said, starting to lean across him. Almost thoughtlessly, you placed your hand on his thigh and put your weight on it, reaching over his body on your hands and knees to pull at the cord on the lamp. The light clicked on, just as a low keening sound came from Jesse.

Your head tilted at the sound, and you turned to look up at his face. It was your turn to freeze.

Jesse’s face had crumpled, his soft green eyes literally awash with tears. His hands were clenched at his sides, his chest heaving with hitching breaths as he struggled to control his expression. The tears welled in his eyes, and faint color had splashed across his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

Slowly, a smile crossed your lips as you stared up at his face. Leaning back, you tilted your head, licking your lips. “Oh, look at you,” you breathed. “You made all the little piggies cry, Jesse. But maybe it’s your turn, hmm?” Your eyes flickered down to the way his entire body trembled, every muscle taut and strained.

You moved, sliding your entire body into his lap to straddle his waist and face him. Crossing your arms under your chest, you stared into his face. “I don’t know… you broke your promise, though.” Your eyebrow raised at him, and he let out another hoarse whimper. Tears slid down his cheeks, his mouth opening for shuddering breaths.

He shook his head, lips trembling as he lifted one hand and signed. Sorry. Please. Sorry. His fingers spelled out your name.

Reaching up, you cupped his face in your hands. You leaned up, face drawing closer to his. “But I already accepted your apology, love,” you cooed, smiling. “You know what I think?” You slowly dragged your tongue across his tear tracks, your body flushing with heat at the taste of the bitter salt. “I think,” you murmured against his jaw, “that I like seeing you cry.”

Jesse’s breath hitched on a sob, more tears spilling down his cheeks. It was fairly intoxicating, seeing the giant man completely fall apart under you, trapped between his desperation and his personal standards. When you slid forward, your body pressing flush against him, another sob wrenched from his gritted teeth.

You decided for the moment to have a bit of mercy. Reaching down, you grasped his wrists and lifted his hands to your waist. His fingers instantly clenched in the silk babydoll dress, shaking as he grabbed at your waist. His entire body lurched forwards towards you, eyes fixed on your face.

You hummed softly, brushing a kiss to his jaw. “Your eyes are so pretty when they’re filled with tears, Jesse,” you purred, drawing his face closer to you. Still, you refused to kiss him, instead trailing your lips down his jaw, down to his throat. You opened your mouth against his neck, savoring the taste of his skin and the soft scent of his cologne.

Jesse’s trembling fingers jerked against your waist, and he slumped into you. His hands slid over your waist to your lower back, his touch practically reverent as he squeezed. His breaths came quick and fast, breaking occasionally on a sob. Every time you suckled or moved your lips, every time your hands slid down his shoulders, he gasped and shuddered, more tears dripping down his cheeks.

You slid your hands down, starting to unbutton his shirt. Your tongue dragged across his neck, and you felt the bulge in his pants throb against your thigh. “Isn’t this punishment fair, darling?” you cooed. “I only ask for a few tears, hmm? A front row seat to your pretty eyes?”

His head jerked, even though it wrenched another tortured sob from him. Despite the contact, you could feel his frustration mounting.

You pulled back, looking up at him as you finished unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh, you don’t think so?” Your fingers slid across his bared chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. “But isn’t this what you wanted? Me, paying attention to you?”

His gasps had turned ragged. His hips jerked, rutting up against your thigh. A strangled noise left his throat, his eyes squeezing shut. His grip on your waist threatened to leave fingerprints against your skin.

“No?” You bit your lip, raking your nails lightly against his chest. “Then what is it you want, hmm?”

His eyes flickered down to your lips, unconsciously licking his own. His fingers clenching, he pulled you down to grind against his cock, straining in his trousers. Pants fell from his mouth, and he kept glancing from your eyes to your lips.

You reached down, teasingly trailing your fingers down his chest and stomach. Unzipping his trousers, you looked up at his face and smiled as you traced one fingertip down the bulge in his underwear. His eyes fairly rolled back in his head, more tears streaming down his face afresh.

“Look at you, already such a mess,” you murmured, sliding your fingers into his underwear. The moment you wrapped a hand around his cock and slid up, you were rewarded with a guttural groan. He gritted his teeth, clearly struggling to stay still. With a soft laugh, you leaned up and brushed a kiss to his ear.

You tugged at his collar. “Why don’t you lie down for me?” you murmured.

He immediately complied, his hands still clamped around your waist as he turned and shifted up, lying down on the couch. He stared up at you, face still twisted in agony and desperation.

Lifting yourself a little, you tilted your head at him. “Take your pants off for me?”

He practically kicked his pants and underwear off in his haste. You guided one of his hands to the latch on the side of your own panties, giving him an amused smile and nod. His trembling fingers unlatched them, his chest heaving as he watched the black silk slide away from your skin. The moment you lowered back down onto him, his cock throbbed against you and his back arched.

Leaning forward, you hummed a pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Jesse, love,” you murmured. “Cry for me a little more?” You cupped his face in your hands, feeling your wetness coat his own length as you ground against his tip. But you deliberately kept shifting, not giving him any steady pressure.

Another broken whine came from him, and a few more tears slipped down his cheeks. Frustration scrunched his face, his neck mottled with red and flushing down to his shoulders and chest, making your white nail marks stand out. His hips jerked, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment.

“Is this what you want?” You pressed down against him again, feeling his cock slip against your wet folds teasingly.

His head jerked in a nod, almost violently. Tremors kept running through his arms, his body occasionally shuddering under you.

You leaned down and sucked his lower lip between yours. Your teeth nipped at his lip, and you finally slanted your mouth over his. Tears poured afresh down his cheeks as he desperately pulled at you, trying to get closer, kiss you more. You relented and let him, thumbs brushing against his jaw as you hummed softly into his frantic, pleading kisses. Without warning, you slipped your tongue between his lips, feeling his mouth part with alacrity. When you finally parted, his green eyes were glazed over with tears, hazily staring at you.

Then you smiled at him slyly. “I think you’ve deserved a little bit more,” you decided.

The moment you slid his tip into you, he choked. Saliva dribbled from the corners of his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut, struggling for breath. His entire body froze, humming taut under you and his eyes sightlessly staring up at the ceiling.

You observed his wrecked expression, licking your lips with satisfaction. Rarely did Jesse ever fully submit to you like this, usually a brat. But tonight, you had absolute and utter control, and you intended to milk every last ounce of satisfaction out of it. The memories would fuel you for years of his utterly ruined expression, tears slipping down his cheeks as he drooled uncontrollably.

“So pretty, darling,” you purred, licking the tears from his cheek. You gave him another kiss, letting his hands wander over your waist and up your front. “So good for me. Do you think you can handle more?”

His eyes widened, breath quickening. He glanced down, then shook his head jerkily. Then nodded. Then shook his head.

You tilted your head. “Hmmm.” A wicked grin crossed your lips. “No? Oh, but I think you can,” your said, just as you lifted yourself and fully sheathed him inside you.

Jesse sobbed. His mouth opened, tongue lolling as he gasped. Tears poured down his cheeks from the mingled pleasurable pain and relief. His cock throbbed inside you, and his hands grasped desperately at your thighs. His entire body started to shake, arching.

You barely gave him time to adjust before you were already bouncing on him, hands braced against the back of the couch. Laughter spilled from your lips, delighted and cruel, as his hands scrabbled against your thighs, raking across your skin. Moans kept being torn from his throat, your name framed on his lips.

As soon as you angled your hips and brought your fingers down to ring tight circles on your clit, you hissed in pleasure. You pulsed around his cock, earning another helpless sob and wave of tears. He just hit that one spot inside you perfectly, again and again, until you bit your lip and moaned his name as you came around him. Your body clenched down on him, even as you kept fucking yourself through your orgasm.

More laughter spilled from your lips. “Are you gonna cum for me, Jesse, my pretty darling?” you asked breathlessly, purposely moaning his name. “Gonna cum inside me?”

The only warning you got from Jesse was another sob and the gritting of his teeth. His hands flew to your hips, slamming you down on him one more time before holding you there with an iron grip. Gasps tore from his mouth, his eyes trying to blink away tears as he stared up at you.

You hummed, caressing his hands and arms as you bit your lip in satisfaction. He kept pouring into you, his hips jerking once in a while and wringing a whimper from him. Finally, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. His lips parted under yours weakly, chest heaving under your hands.

“Thank you, Jesse,” you cooed sweetly between kisses. “You’re so good to me, make me feel so good.” Your mind fuzzed with the pleasure of both your high and the sight of his tears.

He pushed up against you, kissing you fervently. Though he didn’t say a word, you could feel his thoughts through his drugged, sloppy kiss.

You giggled, teasingly clenching down on him one more time and earning a jerk and grunt. “And I forgive you. But don’t do it again, okay?”

Jesse’s calculating look as he clearly weighed the consequences made you roll your eyes but laugh. Maybe this one would turn out to backfire against you, next time.

You decided it was worth it.

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

You always get what you want part 2

Have fun and be safe

Part one

Part three

Part four

Warnings: 18+ 

---

It had been nearly three weeks after the incident of Remus fucking you and plugging your pussy with his cum. He did his best to act nonchalant, as if nothing happend, but you knew better. Remus wouldn‘t stop staring at you and Sirius whenever the both of you made out. Little did he know that you were doing it on purpose, that Sirius already knew about what happend. You had told him immediately and never had Sirius been so enthusiastic to eat you out.

„Fuck this might be my only chance to taste Moonys cum, please.“ Sirius was downright filthy after he got a taste, licking and sucking until there was nothing left. He even came untouched, the idea that his best mate had fucked his girl full, already made him cum like a bitch in heat.

Tonight, you and Sirius would break him. Make him fall apart and piece him back together. You wouldn‘t stop until he was a sobbing mess underneath you.

---

Sirius kissed you deeper, hands squeezing your ass as you sat in his lap, pulling his long hair free of the messy bun. You were sitting on Remus‘ bed, just as he had told you that you should, if you wanted a second time. Well, now he had you both to play with.

Remus walked through the door and was confronted with the sight of you and Sirius furiously making out on his bed. Sirius had your ass spread, showing only thin, lacey underwear, but he could faintly make out the lines of your pussy lips leaking against the fabric. Still looking he saw Sirius‘ boner in his tight jeans and nearly came then and there. You turned your head to look at him, cheeks flushed with pleasure and beckoned him towards you. His legs seemed to have a mind of their own as he stumbled in your direction, watching as Sirius‘ sucked and licked at your throat.

„You said that you would fuck me if I sat on your bed again. Now Sirius is as well.“

Sirius didn‘t stop sucking, only peered up at Remus through his thick black lashes and grinned. Remus gulped, hands fisting at his side to stop himself from touching his best friend.

„We want to fuck you Remus. Do you want that as well?“, Sirius drawled lowly, blinking his grey eyes prettily. Remus‘ breath caught in his throat.

„When did you tell him?“

„Right after you fucked me full of your cum and plugged me up. Don‘t worry Sirius enjoyed the taste of your cum.“

Remus closed his eyes and took a calming breath. You were killing him.

„Relax Moons, I‘m not mad. Promise.“

Remus looked at his friend and nodded lightly. „You should fuck some patience into her mate, she‘s feisty.“

Sirius grinned at his best mate, „Fuck her for me then.“

Remus smirked back and looked at you. Your pupils were already dailated and your pussy wet with the thought of being fucked by your boyfriend and his best friend. You let out a soft mewl, resting your head on Sirius‘ and pouted as you looked at Remus.

„C‘mon Remmy, been waiting for weeks to have you...“

Remus groaned at that, finally giving in and bend down to press a kiss on your lips, tongue caressing yours. Sirius let out a breathy Remus and Remus turned his head to look at his friend. Sirius was looking at him closely, as if he had seen him for the first time in his life and surged forward to kiss Remus hard. Remus couldn‘t resist, not Sirius, and immediately melted against him, letting you pull him on the bed. He laid on his back, letting you straddle his waist as he continued to kiss Sirius passionately. It was filthy, they were licking and biting, moaning and breathing in each others mouths, not once coming up for air. You pushed Sirius back slightly to pull off Remus‘ shirt and pressed kisses along his upper body, sucking at his nipples, his hips bucking up to meet yours.

„Sirius, love, I want you to watch as Remus fucks me.“

The boys stopped kissing and Sirius moaned out a ,Fuck yes, I want to see you both’, before he settled against Remus‘ headboard.

„You really are a slut, aren‘t you? Getting off on your boyfriend watching us fuck? You‘re filthy puppy, you suprise me every time,“ Remus said against your lips as his hands worked on taking off your bra.

„You should have seen her when she told me about it, Moony. She begged me to let you join us, begged me to let you fuck her again. Not that she needed to beg for long“, Sirius commented, as he watched you make out.

You whined, listening to them talk as if you weren‘t there. As if you were a toy for their pleasure. These boys are sin.

Remus let out a mocking laugh as he pulled your head back to look at your face. „Aw pup, don‘t worry I‘ll give you something to beg for..“

You only whimpered at that, silently begging him to touch you. Remus got up and pushed you on your back, kissing down your neck, hands playing with your tits. He was kneading them hard, his pointer and thumb pinching your nipples until they were sore, his mouth sucking yellowish bruises on your soft skin. You writhed underneath him, arching your chest in his mouth. He leaned back, satisfied with the state of your tits and continued to kiss his way down to your pussy, leaving a trial of spit in his wake. With a sharp tug he rid you of your clothing and pushed your legs against your chest.

„So thats what your pretty cunt looks like unfucked...God, I just want to ruin it.“

Sirius moaned at that and you heard him open the buckle of his belt.

Remus kissed your clit, spit on your pussy and slowly parted your lips with his fingers to push his tongue inside. You trembled at that, hips grinding on his face. Remus let out low groans, the vibrations making you even more sensitive.

„Enough Moony, fuck her already, c‘mon“, Sirius‘ voice urged.

Remus pulled back at that, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You knew better than to complain, so you just clamped your mouth shut and looked at Remus expectantly. Remus gave you a mocking smile at that.

„Greedy slut‘s learning hm? Good puppy.“

„Yes Remmy, wanna be good. Want you to fuck me good“, you said with a simper, lips pulling into a pout.

Remus grinned even more and Sirius chuckled from behind you.

„Since when are you so polite darling?“

„You would be too if he would stop fucking you before you reach your orgasm, Siri. Remus can be evil.“

Remus let out a breathless laugh and moved towards Sirius. You sat up to watch the exchange.

He leaned in to kiss his friend, lips that had been licking at your pussy just a few minutes ago. They didn‘t care, clearly enjoying your tase and Remus pulled back to whisper against Sirius‘ lips. „M‘gonna lay down now and your girlfriend will ride me until I come inside of her. I want you to fuck my mouth with your cock Padfoot, can you do that? Will you fuck my mouth?“

Sirius let out a broken moan against his lips. „Remus, fuck, yes please.“ „Good boy.“

Remus took off the rest of his clothes and threw them carelessly on the floor. You hurried to climb onto his lap and smeared your pussy on his cock to get him wet. Slowly you pushed the head of his cock against your hole and sat down, both of you let out broken moans. You stopped when he was lodged deep inside of you and waited for further instructions. Sirius immediately knelt over Remus‘ face and rubbed the tip of his cock against his lips. Remus‘ tongue gave a slow lick and Sirius shuddered, pushing his cock in further. You braced your hands on Remus‘ chest and started to fuck yourself on his cock in a fast pace, grinding and fucking your pussy to your hearts content. Fuck you dreamt about this for weeks. Pleasure slowly began to build up in your belly and you chased it, going harder, squeezing around his cock, rubbing your clit. Remus growled at the tightness and Sirius let out a high pitched moan, fucking Remus‘ mouth, not caring that his friend was tearing up and choking. If anything, it made him hotter and he rutted against Remus‘ face chasing his orgasm.

„Sirius, lean forward“, you said and stopped riding Remus. You tugged at your boyfriends hair and made him suck on your fingers. Slowly you rubbed your fingers against his asshole and pushed them inside, just as Remus thrusted up in your pussy, displeased with the lack of moving. You began riding him again, your fingers fucking your boyfriends ass, the other one massaging his heavy balls.

„Fuck, god, don‘t stop, oh please don‘t stop..“

Sirius was a blabbering mess, not knowing if he should rock forward to fuck Remus‘ face or backwards to fuck your fingers. He let out a shriek as your fingers brushed his spot and braced himself on his hands, giving you full access. You pulled away from Remus, wanting to give your beautiful boyfriend the best orgasm of his life. Your fingers fucked him harder, your other hand tugging at his balls, feeling them draw up to his body, close to cumming. Remus sucked his cock, spit leaking out of the corner of his mouth as he groaned around the cock in his mouth.

Remus and you fucked him relentlessly and Sirius could barely hold himself upright, voice hitching and watery with pleasure.

„Yes yes yes ooh, don‘t sto- ah“

He came hard, pushing his cock down Remus‘ throat as far as possible, his ass clenching around your fingers as you fucked him through his orgasm. Remus let out choking sounds as he did his best to swallow all of his best friends cum, his hands spanking Sirius‘ ass hard. With a low groan Sirius slid out of Remus‘ mouth and collapsed next to your bodies, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. He was clearly gone, eyes glazed over, body trembling with pleasure.

You leaned down, kissing Remus, tasting Sirius cum, reminding you of your first kiss with the werewolf. Remus hummed, remembering too and kissed you back lazily, pushing you on your back to fuck you again. His cock was steadily leaking cum, not farm from his own orgasm. He thrust into your pussy with a sharp trust, drinking in your screams of pleasure as he fucked you senseless.

„You and your filthy boyfriend thought you could break me huh? Make me beg? Now look at you both. Pathetic sluts, m‘gonna show you how to properly fuck“, Remus bit out, voice strained and angry for being denied his orgasm by you so often.

„Fuck Remmy, please“, you gasped out, the knot it your belly steadily buildig up again and you trapped him between your legs, not letting him leave until he fucked you full of his cum.

He fucked and fucked and fucked you so hard you could barely breathe until he burried himself to the hilt and let out a throaty moan against the skin of your neck. He came and came, filling you to the brim with his seed, not stopping until you begged him to.

„Rem, s‘too much Remmy, stop“

„Before that it wasn‘t enough, now s‘too much? Make up your mind you dirty whore“

You could only sob at that, your body trembling all over, your blood feeling as if it boils your from the inside.

Finally he pulled out slowly, enyoing the way your pussy clenched around him and fell on your other side.

It was silent for a few minutes, both of you trying to calm down, listening to the Sirius breathe, already fallen asleep due to the force of his orgasm.

„Did you enjoy it?“

„You serious? I had the hardest orgasm of my life!“

You let out a tired giggle. „M‘glad then. Stay Remmy.“

„You sure? I um I can just sleep in Padfoots bed, s‘alright if-

„Remus, please stay.“

He gave you a relieved smile.

„I‘ll stay.“

You gave him a satisfied grin, tugging Sirius up to rest his head on your chest and Remus threw his arm over the both of you, head resting above yours.

The End (unless you want more lol, lemme know)

[alreadyblondenow]

Being with you

▸Johnny x reader ▸ 1,654k words ▸ Fluff, Smut ▸ Period sex, protected sex, mentions of period blood, if you think that’s disgusting then click away, overstimulation, swearing, mentions of virginity loss, slight fingering, oral sex (male receiving). ALWAYS USE PROTECTION

Johnny Suh is known to be the school’s most handsome student, definitely an eye candy, and a hundred percent fuckboy. You heard a lot of news about him making girls cry and beg for him but that doesn’t bother you. It just so happens that you can handle a fuckboy and that makes Johnny fall for you. Hard. He has always been a gentleman to you even if the whole school branded him as a fuckboy. True. But no one knew he wanted to change for you.

Action speaks louder than words, Johnny believed in that saying with his whole being. He wanted to prove to everyone that yes, he can be a fuckboy, but he is capable of loving someone deeply too. And he proved that by staying by your side, loving you through ups and downs, stretching his patience even if you make him so frustrated most of the time.

For Johnny, you’re worth it.

Being with you is not always a walk in the park, and that’s one of the many reasons why he loves you. It’s hard keeping you in his arms because you can make him feel like he’s the one losing in this game of love and he’s always, always scared of losing you. You’re the only one that can make him beg for forgiveness whenever he hurt you, something he doesn’t do with the other girls. Whenever you fight like crazy, both of you see to it to always find peace after the screaming and the shouting.

Being with you is not always partying and fooling around private pool areas, being with you means there will be late night studying sessions with his head on your lap as you listen to him read wonderful poems for a quiz the next day. It’s like life is always in slow motion whenever he’s with you or the world just stops in purpose because it knows how much Johnny loves being with you.

Johnny loves sex. But being with you means waiting, it’s not a surprise for him, he quite expected it already. When you two just started dating, sex is cuddling in your bed and not saying anything, just keeping each other close while you feel his cock hardens every second whenever you come closer to him. Sex was hearing you moan whenever you two make out in his car, sex was letting him hold your boobs while he reads you his assignment, sex was giving him a mind blowing blowjob while he’s playing games and you’re under his table making him feel good. Until the night you finally gave him your virginity, and from that very moment, Johnny understood the meaning of waiting. Being with you is not always having sex but when you do, Johnny loses his mind.

“Fuuuuck- shit fuck” he lets out a string of curses while your mouth drives him crazy. Your period was giving you a hard time and you were so horny that you get on your knees, unbuckled Johnny’s belt, and started giving him head which he loves. You make sure your tongue perfectly glides on his cock as you move your head forward and backward, gripping his perfect ass to keep you steady. Your boyfriend loves a good show and that’s proven so many times, so you stopped for a minute, breathed, and winked before sucking him again.

“Oh baby don’t do that” the way he begs like that is so addicting that you want to hear him do it over and over again. You reached for his big hands and placed them both on your head, signaling him to fuck your mouth because you know how he loves doing that. “Don’t mind if I do-“ without hesitation, he fucks your mouth like it was your pussy, giving you his all and not minding if you’re drooling all over. And when he finally cums, he pushes his cock inside of you that your nose brushes on his lower abdomen making it hard for you to breathe but you can always tap his thigh.

You gagged and coughed a little when he finally pulls out. Weakly reaches for a towel and wipes your face and clean you up. “We're not done yet,” he said smiling smugly to you as he wears his boxers briefs again and lovingly kiss you all over your face until your leg hits his bed. He pushed you on the mattress and reaches for your shorts which made you nervous because you’re on your period.

“Didn’t I tell you that I’m on my period today?” you tell him, stopping his hand from removing your shorts.

“Since when did I care about it?” he kisses your legs, obviously luring you to have period sex with him… Which is working.

“Okay- I have to take care of something first” you giggle excitedly because you’re happy that Johnny doesn’t care about period blood. He lets you go and watch you with lustful eyes as you go back to his bathroom to take care of your tampon. You left your shorts there and got out with just your shirt and panties, and being the gentleman that he is, he prepared a towel for you on his bed, “figured you might get comfortable during the sex if I do this-“ you didn’t let him finish because even the way he takes care of you turns you on. So you jumped on him and kiss him wildly until his back hits the mattress and you’re on top of him, showing him how much you needed him.  

“Mhhm. Chill” he giggles as he stops you from kissing him, “tell me if anything hurts, okay?” you nod excitedly and remove your shirt and bra, making Johnny whistle and shook his head, “damn I’m so in love with you” he quickly switched positions and removed his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted abs and put his mouth on work by sucking your left nipple making you push him because you didn’t expect that you would be so sensitive like this. It must be because of your period.

“Good?” he asked, spreading kisses all over your body touching you with the right amount of lust and love. He removes your panties in one hand while he was kissing your neck and whispering sweet and dirty things to you. When you feel his hand on your inner thighs, you suddenly got nervous but he was quick to tell you, “Don’t be nervous you’re in good hands” and with that his middle finger glides oh so smoothly on your slit, not caring about your period blood but by the looks of it, Johnny is even more turned on. He spreads your legs even more and play with your pussy for some time, putting his thumb on your clit, leaving you breathless because you’re so sensitive.

“Be right back” he kissed you on your temple and left you for a second to get a condom in his bathroom and while he was away, you were getting shy because you’ve already made a bloody mess in his bed and it makes you want to back out. When he came back with a condom in his cock, he saw you being anxious so he was quick to keep you calm, “It's just blood baby, but if you don’t want to continue, it’s fine” he was caressing your knees, waiting for you to open your legs again for him. He never forced you to have sex with him, he always waited for your consent.

“I’m sorry I’m being a bitch” you grabbed him and put him in between your legs again, making your boyfriend smile and blush.

“I can handle a bitch, and you can handle me-“ he pushes inside you in one swift move, “that’s why we're perfect for each other” he grunts as he pushes in more, making you part your lips and let out small moans. Johnny is big, but the period blood made it easier for him to go inside you.

The sex is messy but he doesn’t care, you feel good and he’s making you feel good that’s all that matters. With ragged breaths and heavy breathing, you two enjoyed the sex not giving a fuck about the blood getting on your skins. “Come on baby, cum for me, feels good right?” he groans near your ear as he thrusts a little harder than before that your head bumps on his headboard but Johnny’s hands protect you from it.

“I’m close, finger me” your request made him smile and excited. He pulls away from your body and fucked you senseless while his thumb drills on your very sensitive clit. He watches you turn your head from side to side, listen to you moan his name, and watch your boobs bounce up and down with every thrust he gives. “Fuck sorry, I came already-“ watching you like that made him cum hard that he was groaning so loud loud near your ear.

“It’s fine-ooh! Baby!” even tho he stopped thrusting, his thumb didn’t stop from making you cum and made sure that your legs are widely spread as he overstimulates you. You tried pushing him away from you but you can’t because you were too weak and he gave you a mind blowing orgasm. When he was done overstimulating you on purpose, he caged you in his strong arms and showered your cheeks and neck with kisses.

He was waiting for you to come down from your high, while he was whispering sweet things to you literally. “Pancakes, strawberries, milkshakes, chocolates-“ You smack him playfully because he was making you crave for it, knowing all too well that you will crave for those sweet things because you’re on your period.  

After cleaning up the mess you two made, you cuddled more wearing only clean underwear, with Johnny in between your legs tickling you from time to time and giggling together.

Being with you is not just getting himself into a good relationship, being with you means he's ready for change and ready to change his fuckboy ways.

↩︎prev next▶︎

[cottoncandyjester]

What if darling snaps at the worst yandere of the trio family and poisons the holiday meal to free themselves of their abusive ppl? But darling don't regret and goes to a insane asylum?

The worst ones have to be the rich kids

Warning this contains: drugging, yandere behavior, toxic behavior

“Ooh cutie, you cooked for us and everything” Yuuji cooed out with a low tone as he sat next to Hikaru who kicked him “don’t fucking touch me gross ass!” He snapped which only encouraged him to hug Hikaru close

“Awww, come on let me touch you all over~ like here or here~” he purred out as Yuuta went to help you set the table. “I said no damn it! Leave my dick in my pants” Hikaru hissed as he kicked yuuji away.

“Thanks for this, makes it feel normal” Yuuta said softly with a smile, you glanced his way “this will never be normal..you all kidnapped me, forced me to stay with you” you hissed out. Your tone making both Hikaru and yuuji look your way “damn bitching already?” Hikaru hissed out as he pushed yuuji’s face from his neck.

“Is the little kitty upset that they are locked away in a mansion with three handsome men, oh woe is me. How awful is it to get loving sex every night and treated like royalty..ugh the horrible fate you live” Yuuji whined dramatically making Hikaru snort with laughter.

Yuuta chuckles softly “y-you two are the worst” he said as he sat next to Yuuji who immediately started messing with him. “Ohh~ I’m the worst? Mmm you loove me~” he purred out making Yuuta laugh and Hikaru gagging

“Not at the dinner table you incest loving fucks” he sneers as he gazed at the food before he glanced up at you “sit. Eat with us piggy” he said as he watched you sit. “Oh hey! We should give gifts before we eat” Yuuji said with a smirk.

“Ah, no!” You snapped making the boys curiously gaze your way, their suspicions rising. You smiled their way “we should eat first, cause afterwards..I would love to do give you all my gift” you purred out.

Yuuta was the first to eat after that, face flushed red excitement in his eyes at the thought of the gift. Yuuji watched him and chuckles “woah, what a messy boy” he cooed as he forced a kiss from the boy soon pulling back and licking his lips.

Hikaru rolled his eyes “fucking gross..” he hissed as he was the last to eat, things were starting to calm down until Yuuta started to cough, throat closing up as he wheezed and coughed falling from his chair.

Yuuji rushed to his side only to cough as well, eyes landing on you “w-wha-what did you do..!?” Yuuji wheezed out, hikaru shot up in shock, Immediately calling for security but shakily started to cough and wheeze

“F-fucking..b-bitch” he wheezed as he fell to the ground. It wasn’t long until security came and you were taken away, you weren’t even sure if you kill them but as you were pulled away you couldn’t help but grin.

You were free..absolutely free.



[bittlebarnes]

911 5x09 Notes Pt 2

Whew the drama. Good to get some Taylor backstory.

I understand where she's coming from. It's hard to let yourself be vulnerable with someone about something so traumatic, even your partner.

Baby Athena can wear some sleepwear.

Eddie a messy queen lmaooooo. His hair looks good this ep

ATHENA. THIS DRESS. ANDDDD MAMAS GOT A FATTY.

Oh bitch that lady was in on it.

Well that was easy.

BUCK. BOUNDARIES. He's so lucky he's fine, I swear. But baby I've been Taylor. (Whew I love a height difference.)

Hen Pls!!! Let ya momma live!!

Why can nobody mind their damn business?!

Ion know y'all. BuckTaylor looking a lil cute. (Also everything's easier when you're a multishipper)

Babyyyyyyy. May, this is a fit sis! I love it.

Oop! Athena!

Oop! We got an "I love you!" The day I told my bf I loved him, I literally ran away afterwards and he had to chase me down 💀💀💀

Ooh bitch Buck's brain may be hollow but he looks like he eat dumb coohie boiiiiiii. Like something in my spirit just tell me he got gills if yanno what I'm saying.

[stalksbyakuyatogami]

Hi! So exciting to see a new Mod Toko around (retired mod Toko myself, lol)!

You seem lovely, so I thought I'd send in a request! Could I get some headcanons/imagines/whatever of Mondo, Twogami (Or Imposter- whatever you wanna call him) Nekomaru and Akane finding their crush walking home alone in the rain without an umbrella. Maybe they walk with them? Or lend them their umbrella? You know, cute stuff like that :-)

Don't feel any pressure to write this if you don't want to! Again, you seem lovely, and I can't wait to see what you post in the future!

Mondo, Nekomaru, and Akane Seeing Their Crush Under The Rain

Hello there, fellow Mod Toko! I really just kin her cuz we both have a crush on the salty asshole :)). Although, that’s so sweet of you to say that I’m lovely TwT. Merry Christmas?

HSHS MONDO HHHHHHHHHHH Also, this is so cute and romantic. I can't—.

Ooh, so you like big men and women huh. Jk, jk!

Mondo Oowada

•Was on his bike when he saw you.

•He stopped by the side of your quivering self and scold you. "S/O! Why are you walkin' under this heavy rain?

•His hair looks like it's almost going to fall apart.

•Definitely doesn't have an umbrella.

•You definitely feel cold. Would lend you his coat. Take it. It smells like him. Inhale that musky cool scent. Mhm.

•Both of you are soaked, but for him, it isn't an excuse for you to be soaked further.

•He offers to take you home, in which you shouldn't decline cuz he ain't gonna stop until you say yes.

Nekomaru Nidai

•Definitely brings an umbrella.

•Would scurry towards you and bring you under his umbrella.

•"Don't you know it's dangerous to walk under the rain?" His voice is booming wtf calm down Nekomaru.

•You just noticed that his hair was down alreadyyyyyy. Damn.

•Would give you a towel, "Hm? Whatcha starin' for?

•Kinda blushes?

•You dry yourself as you two walk home.

Akane Owari

•You're under the rain? Bitch she's r u n n i n g under it like it was a god damn sport and as if her life depends on it.

•"S/O! Hey, you're here too?"

•Her usually messy hair is now down to her shoulders.

•Her uniform is translucent as it clings to her curvy body oh my god.

•Would challenge you to a race under the rain.

Hmmm... Why is this so half-assed? I didn’t include Twogami because I realized that I don’t know his history because I planned to make him be in a car but yeah. This made me know what characters I can’t write too! Thank you for requesting, fellow former Mod Toko!

[maisondenachtai]

Thanksgiving at Home (The Re-Up)

plot: a loving shot at my family through the eyes of Chris Evans and Reader.

a/n: ....I’m stupid. Thanks anon who told me that Boston was not in Maine. ...i feel like an idiot.

               “No. It’s your turn.”

               You couldn’t deny it. It was an absolute fact that according to the terms of your agreement that it was, in fact, your turn.

               In the beginning of your relationship, which had started three years ago, holidays had always been a source of frustration. He was from the north, Massachusetts, and you were from the south, Georgia. You wanted to see your family, and he desperately needed to hug his mom.

               So, you decided to split the holiday, you would go home to Georgia and he would go back to Massachusetts. After that first year, you would flip flop who you spent holidays with. That meant that the next year you spent Thanksgiving in Boston with him, and Christmas at home in Georgia with your mother and Sister.

               So yes, that meant it was your turn to spend Thanksgiving with your family. But that didn’t mean you had to be happy about it.

“Seriously, we don’t have to do Thanksgiving in Georgia. I’ll take Christmas again. It’s nicer.” You were sitting on the bed, looking at his half-packed suitcase, Dodger laying next you, his eyes moving to and fro watching his Dad pack a bag of clothes.

“If I wasn’t sure that you loved me, I’d really think you didn’t want me in Georgia.” He looked back at you, a smirk on his handsome face. “You got an old boyfriend you don’t want me to meet there.”

“A? Many. And who said they were old boyfriends. Maybe I’m still seeing them.” You smirked back at him. You couldn’t help but fall into games with your man, even though you were far from light and joyous.

“Watch it.” He pointed at you with a mock serious look on his face. “I hate to have to fight them.”

“I doubt you could take them.” You looked up in the air. “One was a football player; he’s actually playing for the Falcons now.”

Chris looked back at you, a white button down in his hands. “Are you serious?”

You nodded, “Oh yeah. He actually sends me tickets from time to time. There’s actually a game on thanksgiving! Maybe we should go. I’ll send him an email.” You stood up, to grab your laptop.

“Y/n, so help me, I will throw that piece of tin out of the window.” He said, a smile threatening to burst onto his serious face. “Stop fucking with me.”

“I’m not. We should go to a game. We’re going to be in Atlanta anyway. …you know unless we go to Boston.”

Suddenly his eyes lowered and he shook his head, folding the shirt in half and walking towards his open luggage. “Dodger.”

The dog barked softly.

“Tell your mom that she’s got to try a lot harder to get one over on me.”

You rolled your eyes, flopping back onto the bed. You laid back and Dodger took this change to take a position on your stomach, making himself comfortable. “This is so stupid.”

“I mean, you know we bought the tickets, already right? So, the time for you to try all of this plan changing would have been a month ago.” He sat next to you running his hand over Dodger’s body. “And you were so fucking excited. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. …Nothing. I’m just nervous.”

“Why? I’ve met your family.”

You sat up, making sure to do so slowly so Dodger could adjust himself accordingly. “You’ve met my Sisters, their boyfriends, and her mom. Not my family.”

Chris looked at you, “I’m failing to see the problem. So we do some introductions and get to know each other? What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal Christopher Robert Evans-“You had hopped up, Chris grabbing Dodger before you flung him towards in the wall in your movement.

“Ooh Dodger, she used the government name. She’s serious.”

You tried hard not to smile, but couldn’t stop the thing from breaking your serious expression. “Stop it. I’m serious.”

“I know.” He smiled at you, and then rolled his hand around as if to say continue. “Come on lay it on me.”

“I’m from Georgia.”

His eyes shifted from side to side, as if the answer to his confusion was in the room. “I’m from Massachusetts…so what?”

“No, you don’t get it. I’m from Georgia…not Atlanta. My family is from Georgia. There’s a difference.”

In silence of the moment, Dodger slipped out of Chris’ arms into the living room. Chris folded his arms, looking at you.

“…If I get what you’re being obtuse about. You’re trying to say that you don’t want me meeting your overall wearing, one tooth, inbred, backwoods cousins.” He had that smirk again. You wanted to both kiss him and wipe it off of his face.

“Hey! None of my cousins are any of that.”

“Okay then, so what’s the problem.”

               You sighed and sat down, and he pulled you closer to him. You placed your face in his neck, his gold chain pressing slightly against your nose.

“I’m not embarrassed by them…” You said a little muffled by his body. “I just want to say that.”

“Okay… I’m listening.”

You sighed again, pulling back from him. “…It’s just…like…okay. Your family, like the house was put together and everyone was sitting around the table. We passed plates and it was all very nice.”

“Okay, and at Christmas at your mom’s we sat around the table and we didn’t pass plates but no one needs to do that. It was nice too.”

“But it’s not going to be like that at Thanksgiving Chris. Most of my immediate family will be there. The table we at for Christmas will be covered in food. We’re going to walk around the table buffet style, and everyone’s going to sit around the house, wherever they can fit. There will be no real plates, no real spoons. There’s probably going to be a kids area that will be messy.”

“Kids are messy everywhere baby.”

“I’m not done. There will be foreign foods. Oxtails, and chitterlings. Dressing…not stuffing.”

“That’s the same thing.”

“It is not!” You shook your head. “It’s totally different. There are going to be several things going on too. My uncle is going to sit in the middle of the room, with tequila, a lime, and he’s going to tell stories we’ve all heard 18 million times. He’s going to curse and we’re all going to be annoyed. My younger cousins are going to sneak out of the house, stand in a huddle behind the house and smoke weed, and talk about us old folks. My grandma is going to get drunk on Sparkling Cider, and probably try to flirt with you, and you better flirt back Chris.”

He chuckled then rubbing your back, “Of course I will. Now are you-“

“And I haven’t even told you about Spades.”

“Spades?” He found your eyes. “Like the card game.”

“Yeah. Spades goes down at Thanksgiving, and it is SERIOUS Chris. It’s like war, but less civilized.”

He rolled his eyes and stood up walking back into the closet, “You’re being dramatic now.”

“I’ve seen my cousin pull a gun out on somebody who reneged. I SEENT IT.”

“So okay, I won’t play spades.”

“What? And look like a bitch in front of all my cousins. You’ll never live it down. They’ll be at our wedding giving a toast like, ‘Hey Chris is a cool white dude, but he still a bitch cause he won’t play Spades with us’. I don’t want to be the cousin who married a white dude who won’t play spades. I can’t do it. I’ll be the black sheep.”

Chris gripped your shoulders, forcing you to look up at him. “Breathe baby.”

And you did.

“Again. Good and deep.”

And you did again.

“You feel better?”

You did, so you nodded.

“Good. Now, I’m saying this because I love you.” He grabbed your shoulders and shook you back and forth. “You’re acting like a nut.”

“I know. I know.” You said when he let you go. “I just want them to like you.”

He kissed your forehead. “They will like me. I mean how could they not first of all?” He grinned at you making you roll your eyes. He smoothed his hand down the side of your face, “And even if they don’t like me right away, they’ll grow to like me. And if they don’t…” He kissed you softly, soundly. “It doesn’t matter. I love you. You love me. And that’s all that matters. Okay?”

You closed your eyes, nodding. “Okay.”

“Say it.” He commanded gently.

“I love you. You love me. That’s all that matters.” You opened your eyes and your irises met his, you felt calmer.

“Good.” He smiled. “Now pack, boarding is at 8.”

--

               Atlanta never failed to take your breath away. It was so familiar, yet every time you returned there was always something new being built or done. You pointed out so many spots that you wanted to see before you returned to Los Angeles, and Chris made sure to note them all down on his phone wanting you to enjoy your time home as much as you could.

               After your father died, your mother decided that the deep south had nothing to offer you and your sisters anymore and decided to uproot you from all that you knew. Suddenly you were nearly two hours from the bulk of your family, living in a suburb of Atlanta that you knew no one in. It wasn’t your home at first, but eventually you had come to love Atlanta as much as you loved your little small town in Southern Georgia.

               As you came closer to your neighborhood you began to point of places of significance.

“There used to be this spot right there. Oh my god, they used to have the best hot wings. Like everyone tends to rave over American Deli, but they had better wings than anything I’ve ever tasted.” You said as you passed a spot that was under construction.

As you passed through the opening of the subdivision of your neighborhood, you smiled and pointed at the sign. “The neighborhood kids all used to hang around that sign. I had my first real kiss right there.”

Chris raised one of his eyebrows, “Real kiss?”

You smirked, “Tongue.”

He chuckled. “How old were you?”

“13.”

“Weak. I was 12.”

“Lie.”

“It is not a lie.”

“Chris, you’re about to pass it.”

“Shit!” He pressed on breaks, making you skid slightly to a stop a few inches away from your house.

               There were cars parked along the side of the road, a few on the grass without care to your mom’s poor lawn. You figured you’d be a little late, traffic was heavy, the airport had been busy of course, but …this was a Black family thanksgiving. 1 meant 3, not 2:30.

“Fuck. We’re walking right into it.” You said, sighing.

“Will you calm down? It’s fine. I’m fine. You’re definitely fine.” He waggled his eyebrows a little making you smile and then really smile when his eyes traveled down your white knit sweater dress covered body to the camel colored knee-high boots that he nearly begged you to wear.

You reached over and adjusted the collar of his white cable knit crew neck under his camel colored jacket. He wore a pair of khaki trousers, that you thought gave him an air of formal to go with his more casual upper attire. “You’re pretty fine too.” You smiled and leaned over to kiss him-

Thump.

But you jumped instead when your sister appeared at your window, somehow sneaking up on you. You rolled your eyes, sighing and rolling down the window.

“Hello Cassie.”

“Hello Y/n.” She grinned. “Hey Chris, I’m so happy my sister is no longer hiding your beauty from the world.”

“Hey Cass. Glad to see you again.”

“Glad to see you too.” She smirked.

You thumped her forehead, “What did I say about flirting with my boyfriend?”

“Don’t do it when you’re around?” She joked.

“Wrong, you little bitch.”

She laughed.

You grinned too. “Where’s Falen?”

“Feeding Cam. He’s so chunky.”

“I can’t wait to hold him.” You smiled at Chris. He grinned back at you. You had been talking about kissing all over your nephew for a month now.

“Well if you stop hiding in this…very nice car. You can. Come on Chris, everyone is really excited to meet you.”

               And just like that you were following behind your boyfriend and your little sister into what could be a doomed thanksgiving from hell. You nervously followed them into the house, not joining in on the conversation as Chris and Cassie talked about politics. Turning without much fuss, as Chris took off your duster and hung it in the closet, doing the same with his jacket.

You only followed numbly as you walked through the opening to your home, heart beating faster as the sounds of your family got louder. Just as it was at it’s peak, you gripped Chris’s hand, stopping in your tracks therefore stopping him.

He looked back at you, Cassie kept walking still somehow talking about how Biden was not the President we wanted or needed. You looked up at him, not able to say anything only looking up at him with wide eyes.

His lips were on your forehead quickly, placing three kisses in succession, one there, then your nose, and finally your lips. Silently he reassured you that things would be fine, and together you stepped through the threshold into your family room.

               Gatherings could be a lot for you. In a lot of the memories of the gatherings attended by you in your youth, you could only remember being a fly on the wall. Choosing to instead be passive instead of active like your sisters and your cousins. You weren’t anti-social, but you felt more comfortable laughing at the jokes then trying to tell them.

As you grew it got a little better, but you never felt quite comfortable in big group of people. In fact, after an event such as this one, you often needed to sleep for a long time. When you told Chris this before your first Thanksgiving with his family, he admitted to being kind of the same. He might not need to sleep after a big event, but he wasn’t quite the social butterfly either. It made you happy that he understood when you had to excuse yourself from drinking eggnog with the family late into the night. It made you even happier when he told you the next morning that his family understood too.

               With your family it was much of the same, your family understood that you weren’t the loudest and most of the time they were too busy being loud themselves to need you to be just as loud as them. It was just enough for you to be there sharing in the love of the family.

But not this time.

This time all the attention was on you and it was time to speak up.

               “So, Chris…where did you two meet?” The slight drawl of your Aunt cut through the sounds of The Temptations singing Silent Night, a favorite of your mom’s anytime of year…obviously.

“Uh, she…I mean Y’N was a consultant on a movie I was doing. I saw her and she was too beautiful for me not to get to know. So I asked her out for coffee.” He smiled at you then. “She said no.”

“You said no?” One of your male cousins, Taylor, called out. “Shiiit, if I was a girl I would have jumped on his ass.” He sucked his teeth. “Hell, shit, I’d jump right now. He got hella money.”

The room erupted into laughter and all of sudden the ice was broken. Chris was no longer an interloper…well he was, but he was no longer covered in plastic. He could be touched, he could be handled, he could be interwoven into the group.

You sighed, a little of your worry dissipating.

Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad.

                 To his credit, if anything was making him feel uncomfortable, he was taking it in stride. Chris had enjoyed when all your little cousins came up to him and asked him questions about Captain America, and asked if he was always Captain America or just on TV. You could tell because when he smiled, his face creased. He even did a few poses for them, which they loved.

When one of your cousins, Devontae, came over to Chris with a bottle of something clear and a smile you knew that this one would be a little harder. But again, he took it in stride as Devontae pitched him an idea of a TV show with talking Weed Plants, kind of like Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Chris simply smiled through it, shaking his head when you made eyes at him obviously getting the message that you could save him if he wanted you to. After Devontae walked away needing to captivate the attention of at least 5 other people in the room.

He was considerably more relaxed in a group of the male cousins you had grown up around. They had formed a sort of semi-circle, Chris in the middle with a long neck beer in his hand, nodding at what ever George had to say.

“Chris is doing good.” Falen said, leaning over slightly, adjusting Camden’s bib while he was in your arms.

“Yeah. He’s really fitting in.” You smiled and then cooed at Cam bouncing on his knee. “I want to take him home.”

“He’s yours. I’ll sign the papers today.” Falen joked. “So, it’s serious then.”

“What?”

“What?” Falen mimicked you, rolling your eyes reminding you of yourself. “You and Chris.”

“You know it’s serious Fay.” You mom chimed in. “She brought him home.”

“I brought him to Christmas last year.”

“Thanksgiving is different and you know it.” Your mom said pointing her wine glass in your direction.

“I told him that.” You mumbled, looking down at Camden who only looked back up you with sweet innocent brown eyes.

“Well I’m glad you are trying to lock him down. You two match, you know.” Falen grinned.

“And the matching outfits were just the right touch.” Cassie chimed in smirking at you.

You flipped her off, discreetly. Your grandma was still in front of you…although already sleeping.

“Shut up Cassie.” Falen chuckled. “Seriously. …I think he might propose soon.”

You chuckled shaking your head, “Nah. I don’t think so.”

Falen grinned, “If you say so little sis.” She patted her knee and then looked around. “Ma! When’s the food going to be ready. You said 1!”

“You know that means 3. Don’t get brand new in front of Chris.” You smirked.

               The spread of food was glorious. A beautiful turkey, a delicious ham from Honeybaked Ham cause no one had perfected the art of making a good ham, a huge pan of cornbread dressing collectively called dressing, two pans of Macaroni and Cheese cause one pan never survived your family’s greedy hands, turnips, collard greens and cabbages, cornbread muffins, hoe cakes, yams with marshmallow topping (your Auntie’s one and only dish that tasted okay), and a plate of various pieces of fried chicken. But none of this would be complete without your mother’s potato salad.

It was a feast to end all feasts. A dinner you dreamed about. You would have cried if it wouldn’t have made you look crazy. Chris held two thick paper plates, one for him and one for you, while you held Cam who you were never going to give back. You patted the baby’s back, he had just had a bottle full of milk thickened with a little baby rice, a special treat for Thanksgiving (it was your grandma’s idea).

“Come on little Cam, burp. Chris, more dressing. That’s not enough. It’s gotta be nearly half the plate. And you gotta put the cranberry sauce on top.” You said.  It was comical to watch Chris hold his plate, your plate, and also try to ladle dressing onto a plate.

“Here.” You chuckled holding out Cam. “You hold my new baby. And I’ll make our food.”

“No, wait. I need to ask your sister if I can hold him first.” He said looking around for Falen.

“It’s fine, you won’t drop him cause if you do I’ll kill you.” You smirked at him.

“I need to wash my hands.”

You rolled your eyes, “Now who’s acting like a nut.” You took one plate from him then the other sitting them down and then walked into his personal space. He opened up for you almost cradling you and Cam.

“Now I know you have held a baby before, so don’t freak out now.” You handed him off to Chris and he instantly held the Camden in his arms, supporting him as Cam settled in the crook of his neck. You looked at the sight, your man holding a little brown boy, and you could almost imagine that Camden was your baby.

Your stomach flip flopped, and you gnawed down on your lip at the sight.

Chris smirked, knowing exactly what was on your mind. “Make the food.”

“I am. I am.” You chuckled, not daring to look at any of your family members.

“Ohhhhh, we’re making plates now. Okay, Y’n!” Julie, your Aunt’s daughter called out, making you chuckle in embarrassment.

Making plates had a lot of connotations in black families. It all but signaled that Chris was your man and you were totally subservient to him.

“You want some yams baby?” You said putting on a sickly-sweet voice to amuse your family members.

The room filled with Awws and whipping noises at your question. You turned and found Chris’s face red, but he was still patting Cam’s back like you had been doing.

“He didn’t burp yet?” You asked.

“Not yet, I don’t think.”

“Mm. We probably need to get you a burping towel. It might be-“

The wet burping noise stopped your sentence stopped you in your tracks, making you look up at your man who was looking down at Cam, who was looking quite satisfied at the burp he had just let out and the off white spit up stain he left on Chris’ shirt.

“Oh no babe.” You laughed a little.

“He spit up a little.” He said, a little amusement in his voice.

“Yeah. Good job baby boy.” You rubbed Cam’s back.

“Oh nooo. I’m so sorry Chris.” Falen came over easing Cam out of Chris’s arms, which made him a little agitated. “I can pay for dry cleaning.” She frowned a little.

“No. No. No. It’s fine. It’s just a little spit up. No need for all of that.” He laughed.

“Well Y’N, at least go try to clean it up.” You mom said. “We have tide pens and stuff in the upstairs guest bathroom.”

Your mouth opened up, jaw hanging a little, “But my food! It’s gonna get cold.”

Your mother put her hands on her hips, “Well yeah it is, cause you’re sitting here back talking me instead of getting your behind up those stairs and cleaning his shirt. Now go.”

“Yes mam.” You put the plates down on a slightly clear space on the table and grabbed Chris’s hand. “Come on Chris.”

--

Chris sat on the edge of the tub and watched you as you washed Cam’s spit up out of his shirt.

“Dang it Cam. Now my food is getting cold.” You muttered.

“You’re calmer.” He commented.

You looked over at him. He was only wearing his pants, a tank top, his pendant necklace hanging off his neck. He looked…really good.

“Yeah. It’s been a good day.” You nodded, putting more hand soap on his sweater. “Are you having fun?” You looked over at him, hoping that he would say yes even if he didn’t mean it.

“A blast honestly. Your family is so warm, and inviting. So funny. And I love how they love you.” He hitched his pants up and stood, walking over you and standing behind you in the mirror. You looked at his reflection, his shirt momentarily forgotten.

“But you know what I love even more?”

You smiled, “Me.”

He grinned too, kissing the top of your head, “…Your mom’s potato salad.”

You turned around and smacked his chest with a wet hand making a loud noise.

“What it’s so good. Oh my god. Get that recipe.” He chuckled and pulled you close to him wrapping his arms around you. You looked up at him, kissing his chin. “No, seriously. I love how bright you’re smiling. How happy you are to be home. How relaxed you are. That accent you have slipped back into.”

“I did not.”

“Oh yes you did.” He smirked. “But I love how you, you are right here in this house. …I would give up every thanksgiving to see you be this relaxed.”

“I love you Chris.” You said quietly.

“I love you. So much.”

               And then he kissed you.

And you wished you could say that kiss lasted forever, or went on and on but of course-

Knock, Knock.

“Yn, Mama said no fornication in her Christian household.” Cassie shouted.

               And you both laughed.

   Epilogue

               You placed Cam down on your Mother’s bed, patting his back and kissing his head.

“He’s an angel. Ugh, we’re going to be here tomorrow and you better be here.” You said to Falen pointing at straight index finger at her.

“I will be. I’m not letting yall eat up all the leftovers.” She rolled her eyes and then smiled at Chris. “You did really good with Camden today Chris.”

“He’s a sweet baby. I did nothing.” Chris shrugged.

“So…planning to have some of your own?”

“Oh kay, we’re leaving now. Tell mom I see her tomorrow and Cassie I will see her tomorrow and to eat a dick.” You gripped Chris’ hand pulling him to the coat closet, allowing him to help you into your coat, and helping him smooth out his jacket.

“Goodnight everyone!” He called out, earning many well wishes as he walked out.

“Oh shit.”

You walked out of the door, focusing on closing the door after yourself. “What’s wrong, is there a big dog out her or-“ You looked up and almost laughed.

Damien, your ex-boyfriend the Falcon football player was standing in front of you two. A bag in one hand and a smile on his face.

“Oh shit, Damien. I can’t believe you’re here!” You passed Chris, hugging Damien.

“Oh yeah. I always come out to your mom’s house after the games. Can’t pass up on the potato salad.” He smiled, sharing a laugh with you and then smiling at Chris. “So this is the dude. Nice to meet you man. I love Captain America.”

Chris shook off the shock, and stuck out his hand, shaking with Damien. “Thank you. And you’re a great football player.”

“Thank you man. Yall need to come out to a game. I’m always offering your girl here tickets but she says you’re a Patriot fan.”

“Oh yeah, gotta go with the home team.”

“Respect man.”

               Chris and Damien talked for another couple of minutes before Damien excused himself into the house. Chris looked at you, shock written on his face.

You smirked, “You thought I was bullshitting you didn’t you?”

Chris shook his head, taking your hand and walking towards the rental car. “When we get home, I’m throwing that piece of tin out of the window and you’re changing your email.”

You smirked.

“Jealous.”

[fredweasleyscake]

Screw Her || Fred Weasley

Summary: Fred’s current girlfriend is a spoiled bitch and Fred gets her a gift for her birthday to which she doesn’t like. Y/n comes over and something else happens.

Warnings: smut, 18+, daddy kink, swearing, spanking, praising, degradation, dirty talk, hair pulling, fingering, blowjob, and unprotected sex.

Don’t read if this stuff makes you uncomfortable! I will be making a pt. 2 to this! Btw you guys have already graduated from Hogwarts and are 21 years old :)

————————————————————

Fred’s POV:

“Morning babe” I said smiling at my beautiful girlfriend. “Morning” Laurice grumbled. “You look beautiful love, happy birthday my angel.” I said “thank you, I expect I would be beautiful since I put all this makeup on.” She said rolling her eyes. “You look beautiful without makeup though.” I said “yeah whatever.” She mumbled. “Ooh! Let’s go open gifts!” She said grabbing my hand and dragging me out of our bedroom.

She went over to the table where her gift bag was. She scoffed mumbling something I couldn’t hear. “This bag looks so cheap!” She exclaimed, huffing. “It’s the gift you want babe! Don’t worry I promise you’ll like it.” I said nervously smiling, hoping she liked the gift I got her.

She smiled while pulling the gift out, her smile faded when she pulled out her Gucci bag. “You can’t be serious!” She said. “You have got to be fucking kidding me!” She huffed as she had tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong babe? Don’t you like it?” I asked “what!? I hate it! How could you get me something so cheap!? I can’t be seen wearing a Gucci bag! Fuck you Fred, you have ruined my birthday!” She exclaimed running out of the room. “Laurice wait!” I said, it was too late. I heard her car starting and sighed, I sat at the table confused with tears in my eyes.

I heard the door opening and I sighed with relief. “Laurice...” I said before I was cut off “I’m not Laurice, but I finished her cake! I hope she likes it, it took me a week to make it nice.” Y/n said. “Y/n?” I said. Y/n must’ve noticed my tear stained face because she dropped the cake and immediately ran over.

“Oh my gosh Freddie! What happened!?” Y/n asked “well I got Laurice a Gucci bag, and she well- she hated it. I can’t believe I ruined her birthday.” I said throwing myself on the couch. “Aw Freddie...” Y/n said. She sat down next to me and sighed.

“I’m so sorry that happened, I always knew she was no good.” Y/n said. “Well I always thought I loved her, she just wanted me for my money.” I said. “I wouldn’t use you for your money, you should be with someone for their personality, someone loyal, and someone who can appreciate you for you.” Y/n said.

Y/n’s POV:

You brought your hand up to your blouse as Fred was ranting. Honestly how could someone use someone for their money. “And then she just leaves as if...” Fred said before looking at your black lacy bra. “I- uhm...” Fred stuttered. “You look.... beautiful.” Fred said in awe. “Thank you Freddie.” You said before bringing him into a kiss. He kissed back immediately.

“You know, I always liked you. I never liked Laurice. I just wanted to make you jealous.” Fred said blushing. “I like you too Freddie, and I can admit you did make me jealous.” You said. Fred started kissing your neck as you pulled his fiery orange hair. “Mh Freddie.” You moaned.

Fred pulled back from your neck and smiled at you, to which you smiled back. “Get on the floor. On your knees love.” Fred said standing up. You got on your knees on the floor as you smiled up at Fred. Fred pulled down his trousers along with his boxers as his length sprang up covered in pre-cum. “Woah Freddie.” You said grabbing his length as Fred groaned under his breath. “Your so big.” You said.

You put his tip in your mouth licking off the pre-cum. Fred winced and grabbed your hair. You started moving your mouth up and down his shaft. Fred moaned as he could hear you gagging and slurping. “That’s it darling r-right there.” Fred moaned.

You looked up at him innocently as if you didn’t have his cock down your throat. Fred looked down at you and almost came at the sight. Fred always had fantasies about fucking you, but he never imagined seeing you gagging on his cock.

“Almost t-there love, keep doing that.” Fred moaned. You felt his member twitch in your mouth and you picked up the pace. Fred threw his head back as he came, moaning your name. You pulled his member out of your mouth as he came on your chest. Fred came down from his orgasm becoming soft, but got hard again as he saw you putting your finger in your mouth that was covered in his cum.

“Oh my Freddie, you taste so good.” You said. He knew you were trying to tease him, and it was working. “Get on the couch and spread your legs. Now.” Fred ordered. “Of course master.” You said crawling over to the couch. You flopped down on the couch with a content sigh. You were about to pull down your black lacy underwear but Fred stopped you, he pulled it down instead.

“I don’t think you should get fingered.” Fred said. “Aww why?” You said with a pout. “Good girls don’t get punished, but bad girls do.” Fred said. “Oh please Freddie! I promise I will be a good girl! I will be a very good girl.” You said huffing. “If you insist angel.” Fred said shoving two fingers into your dripping heat. You screamed at the contact while throwing your head back.

Fred brought his face to your heat, licking your clit. “Oh Freddie! More!” You exclaimed, a moaning mess. Fred started roughly licking your clit as you neared your climax. “Oh my gosh Freddie!” You moaned thrashing around. “Stay still love.” Fred ordered before he shoved a third finger inside you.

“Mh Freddie!” You whined pulling his hair. If the window was open, the whole neighborhood would be able to hear your guys’ moans. “Almost there!” You moaned. You brought your hand down to your clit, rubbing it. “Oh god!” You moaned as you reached your climax. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you were shaking from your intense orgasm.

Fred licked up all of your juices. “You taste so fucking good love, wanna taste?” Fred asked, although it sounded more like an order. You nodded and he sat down next to you, kissing your lips. You tasted yourself on his lips and moaned. “I taste so good Freddie.” You said running your fingers through his hair.

“That was amazing love, but I want something else.” You said pulling at his button up shirt. “And what’s that angel?” Fred asked, now he was the one teasing you. “I- I want your cock inside my dripping cunt.” You said. Fred blushed. “You want daddy’s cock inside your cunt? Beg for it.” Fred ordered. He knew what he was doing. This teasing bastard.

“Please Freddie, please put your cock inside me.” You whined. Fred unbuttoned his shirt, pulling off your bra in the process. “Since you asked so kindly.” Fred said, he shoved himself inside you. You screamed as tears came into your eyes. You didn’t want to tell him that you were a virgin and he was taking your virginity. You just couldn’t.

He started pounding into you as you guys were both a moaning mess. “You- ah!- You f-feel so good inside my cunt Freddie!” You moaned pulling his hair. “Yeah!? You like my cock inside you!? Tell me how much you love it.” Fred said. “I love your cock so much Freddie!” You moaned. You now had a very tight grip on his hair as he groaned from the pain. “Who does this pussy belong to!?” Fred asked. You didn’t say anything which resulted in you getting a smack to the face. You winced from the pain, enjoying it at the same time. “I said who’s pussy does this belong to!?” Fred asked, he was now roughly pounding into you. “Ah!- It’s your’s Freddie! All yours! Please destroy my pussy! Cum inside me! Please just do it! Fill me up!” You moaned throwing your legs around Fred’s torso. “Oh fuck!” Fred moaned before you felt him cumming inside you. “Oh daddy!” You moaned cumming on his cock.

After you guys were done calming down from your orgasm Fred pulled out of you. You groaned feeling empty. Fred flopped down beside you panting. You got up to get your clothes when you felt a smack on your ass. You blushed. “Fred!” You giggled. “Couldn’t help it love.” Fred snickered. “Stupid Weasley.” You muttered laughing. “Hey!” Fred whined.

You and Fred both changed and fixed your appearances when you heard the front door open. “Laurice?” Fred asked. “Hey babe.” Laurice said with messy hair and smudged lipstick. “What happened to you?” Fred asked. “Uh- well- I fell.” She said. “I’m gonna go clean myself up, I’m sorry by the way.” She said. “It’s fine love.” Fred smiled, she smiled back. As soon as Laurice was gone Fred waved you off. “What?” You asked. “You can leave now, oh! Could you pick up the cake and set it on the table?” Fred asked as you now had tears in your eyes. “I- Fred seriously!?” You screamed at him. “What!? You can’t think I would want you! It was just heat of the moment.” He said rolling his eyes. You went over to where the cake was and picked it up, setting it on the table. “I hope your happy with yourself Weasley. You disgusting pig.” You said as tears were freely streaming down your face.