#she tried to bring me an energy drink and a glass of water. and then turned on a tv i don’t have & put on a movie with the sound down

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Had a dream last night that two of my best friends came to stay with me and also Mabel was alive 🥹

[worldsover]

Better Things ft. Karina, Ningning

length ✦ 7k

genres ✧ toxic relationship; cuckquean; cockwarming; degradation; needy subby gf!Ningning, hook-up!Karina

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Ningning is a doormat.

Ningning is your girlfriend.

Ningning is some girl who lives with you and if she were your girlfriend, you probably would have had sex with her before a dozen other women. If she were your girlfriend, you probably wouldn't have had sex with those women. If she weren't a doormat, she would have left when she caught you in bed with another girl the first time. Would have left when you made her watch the seventh time. Would have left after she ate your creampie out of some random girl you just met at a club. That's why you can't even bring yourself to feel guilty about taking advantage of her.

Well, that, and new pussy's better than guilt.

But to say better implies some level of good. It's fine. You're exhausted. Exhausted from work. Exhausted from dealing with people. You're so exhausted, yet Ningning greets you in the doorway with open arms and a warm hug like she has all the energy in the world. Like you've ever given her an ounce of that energy back. She's wearing a red tank top that shows off her cleavage and short shorts that cling to her toned legs. That could've worked before, could've made you carry her straight to the bedroom.

The doormat must have waited where the doormat belonged, all day, as it tightens its embrace.

Ningning releases you and gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek. The sweetest smile on her face. Eyes like your next words are precious gold. "Welcome home, babe."

Could've made you feel warm inside. You have no gold left to give. "Work was shit."

"I'm sorry," Ningning responds. "You seem stressed." She leans in for another kiss, trying to comfort and soothe you with her affection. Give Ningning an inch or six or seven, and she'll take 26 miles. You don't have the energy for a marathon.

You pull away. "I'm tired," you say dismissively, already making your way to the couch without acknowledging her further.

Ningning pouts. "Right. Of course. Go rest on the couch. I'll get you a drink."

She returns with a glass of water, but you wish it were something stronger as she settles in beside you on the couch. "You're really are tense, babe," she says with concern, running her hands over your shoulders and neck. "I... I could help. Daddy."

Your pet name sounds forced, calculated out of her mouth. It has been too long since you've truly desired or pleasured Ningning, and she makes sure you're aware of it every time she tries to initiate intimacy with you. And even when she does manage to catch your attention, it's only because other women have used her as an unwilling participant in their own sexual encounters with you.

So when she begs and pleads with you now, it's easy to brush off her advances and ignore her kisses. But as she continues to whisper promises and titles like "Take your stress out on me" and "Daddy's good girl," a dark idea begins to form in your mind.

Suddenly, Ningning's hand slips down to stroke you through your trousers and her lips attach themselves to your neck like a leech. She must sense the shift in your demeanor because she becomes more desperate and persistent in her seduction.

You remain silent, mulling over her offer. Suddenly, Ningning's grip tightens on your bulge and she exclaims "Daddy! See? You're getting hard already. That means I can use me now, right? Please, I'll be so good for you."

The rush getting to your head makes you reply in earnest for the first time. "You're right."

Ningning gasps softly, her lips forming a grin. "I-I am?"

"Yep. I need a good fuck."

Her hand slips from your pants as she springs up, jubilant and bouncing with excitement. "Yes! You deserve it," she exclaims, her eyes shining with glee. "How do you want me? Which hole do you want to jerk off with? To dump your cum into?"

You pull out your phone.

Instantly, her joy turns to disappointment as she realizes what this means. "Daddy...why? But...but why?"

You open Tinder and show her all the matches you have.

"No." She pouts, her face genuinely forlorn. "No, please, no, Daddy, I'll do anything. Not another random whore. I've been so good, I did such a good job getting you hard. Why do these sluts get your cock?"

"You barely did shit. You're not good, you're just desperate."

"Please!" She's back to clinging to your arm, back to giving you desperate pecks on your cheek and wherever she can peck, but you don't let her kiss your lips, turning your face away. "Kiss me, use me, anything! What do I have to do? Stroke your cock faster? Gag on your big Daddy dick? Be your personal porn star all day? Please, tell me, I, I need you so bad."

Your gaze vacillates between her and your phone.

"Your cum, I need it. I need you to stretch me out. Daddy, I need you to grope me, throw me around, force your dick down my throat, anything, please, I need you! Please, use your bitch."

You have made your decision. "Maybe later. After I hook up with a hotter girl. You can have seconds."

She has to hold back a tear, shuddering, trembling in frustration. "Later?"

You nod and look down at her, sternly.

"Okay. Yes. Of course, yes, Daddy, you need to… feel good after, after a stressful day. Seeing you happy is more important, and I'm not doing a good enough job."

"You're not."

She swallows hard. "Yeah. So if one of those sluts can make you feel better than me... I suppose I can wait my turn." The kisses that punctuate each of her words, that travel to wherever you allow them, slow down. She has left marks and saliva all over you.

"Are you done?" You hold up your phone. "If you want me to use you sooner, then I'll have to find someone sooner, right?"

"Yes, I understand." She sits up, her hands clasped together demurely. "Wait. But, you're still hard."

"And?"

"May I suck you, Daddy?" she asks.

You shake your head. "I've got better things to do with my time than you."

Ningning begs with her eyes, pouting and pleading. "I know, I know. I'm just a useless needy slut who can't satisfy you... but at least I can warm your cock with my mouth. Right? I'll keep quiet while servicing your cock and you can keep swiping on Tinder."

You lean back in thought.

"You know I can be a good cock warmer for you. If that's all I'm good for… please?"

You examine her face—adorable and needy—her lips twitching as if she's about to burst into tears. She is right. Those very lips are heavenly wrapped around your shaft, sipping and slurping on your cockhead. "Fine," you say.

"Yay!" she celebrates. "Thank you, oh my god, thank you, Daddy." She gives you one last kiss on the lips before going to her place. On her knees, between your legs, in front of the couch. It'd only be more appropriate with your feet on her.

Your focus remains on your phone as you begin searching for a hot girl to hook up with.

"It's been so long since I tasted your—"

"I thought this was for my pleasure," you say. Hearing her speak instead of feeling her mouth on your cock annoys you.

"Sorry. You're right. This is for you. Doesn't matter what I want." She unbuckles your belt and pulls down your trousers.

You nod as you return your attention to the phone screen. You've been picky with the girls you swipe for, but this time, you're looking for anyone with a hot face and nice tits. While your girlfriend is certainly cute, she doesn't exactly fulfill those criteria, especially not now. Especially not tits.

Ningning presses her face against your underwear and takes a long whiff, a smile growing. She runs her tongue on your boxers, marking them with some saliva; its dampness seeps through the fabric.

Grabbing her hair, you say, "Dumb bitch, begging for scraps, did I ask you to do that?" You yank, causing her to wince in pain.

"Ow, n-no. I'm sorry, Daddy." After looking into her eyes for a few seconds, you let go of her hair, then Ningning immediately frees your cock. She's mesmerized as if she's never seen it before, and you find the target of her attention: the leaking pre-cum. She can't help herself from giving your tip a kiss. "Okay, you can keep swiping," she says. "I'll make you feel so good while you find a tight hole to use."

You don't respond, instead doing just as stated. Left, left, left, left, left. It's looking like one of those evenings. The only plus side is the simple sensation of pleasure as Ningning suckles slowly like a lollipop.

"Do my lips feel good? Is it nice having your pet warm your cock while you find prettier whores?" Truthfully, if there's one thing Ningning is expert at, it's sending shivers through your body with her mouth. She explores every inch of your cock with her tongue, skillfully tracing along the ridges and then sliding back down to your shaft.

Finally, you find a few pretty girls here and there. It's still many more left swipes than right, but most of the women you swipe match immediately. However, you lose interest in most quickly.

"Ah, I, I luhhv, this, cah…" In between Ningning talking with a mouthful, you relish in the sounds of quiet sucking. It distracts you from your ankle-shallow conversations, the dumb pickup lines, the straightforward advances.

You're tempted to grab her hair again and shove her lips down the base until she chokes and gags, but then Tinder would've been a waste of time anyway.

With her lips so diligently latched to your shaft, Ningning starts to drool. You give her one glance, and she immediately starts to lick your shaft clean. "I love cleaning your cock. That's all I'm good for, I know. I love being on my knees for you, having your perfect dick in my mouth, looking up at you and seeing your lust… e-even if it's for other girls." A hint of sadness in her voice. But even as she knows she will never be enough for you, she finds pleasure in submitting to your desires and being on her knees for you. And despite her words, her actions show that she loves it just as much as you do—if not more.

The lazy blowjob continues for some time, your erection carefully nurtured by Ningning's lips. You finally find the match you're looking for, the hottest girl you've ever seen in your life. Karina, 23. Every picture hardens your dick more than anything this cockwarmer toy of a woman can do. Whether it's a casual crop top or an elegant low-cut black dress, her ample cleavage leaves little to the imagination. Karina was the one for tonight. Your conversation with her quickly becomes sexual, which becomes an invite to your place.

Ningning notices your smile. "Did you get a match?" she asks gleefully. "Did you find a new pretty whore to break?" Her lips are more active on your shaft now, gliding up and down with renewed enthusiasm.

"Yep."

"Ahh." She releases your shaft, sticking out her tongue as saliva bridges from her bottom lip to your tip. With puppy dog eyes, she looks up at you and timidly asks, "I-is she prettier than me?"

"Duh." You show her Karina's pictures. "She has bigger tits too."

Ningning looks down. "That's great, Daddy," she says quietly. She perks herself up by kissing your dick. "I'm glad you found a better whore to fuck. When will she be here?"

"In a few hours."

"Okay, Daddy. I'll take care of this cock. I'll keep it nice and warm and wet. You can just relax until she arrives. " She returns to her duty, her lips a pillowy cushion, and she sucks with no complaint.

You idly browse your phone while Ningning keeps her lips sealed around your shaft like it's the most precious thing in the world. When you get up for snacks, she follows you around the house, never letting go of your cock for fear of losing it forever. Returning to the couch, you lie down and watch some shows while Ningning remains on her knees, expertly sucking away.

It's not until you receive the text that Karina is on her way that you finally pull a half-asleep Ningning off of your dick. You quickly gather yourself and prepare for Karina's arrival.

The doorbell rings. You answer the door. Your jaw practically drops to the floor when you open the door. Karina stands before you, clad in a tight pink tube top that shows off the toned shape of her midriff and accentuates the weightiness of her ample breasts. So much skin on display that you hardly know where to look first. A tantalizing hint of vanilla fills the air, adding to the already-charged atmosphere.

"Hello, handsome," she purrs, her voice naturally sultry. She leans in for a kiss before even stepping inside.

The kiss lingers longer than expected, your tongues dancing with a hint of alcohol, perhaps wine. Her hands find their way to your shoulders while yours rest on her waist, reveling in the softness of her smooth skin. Eventually, you release each other from the passionate embrace. "Wow. Hello, Karina. You look absolutely stunning."

"Aw, thank you."

You invite her inside. "Make yourself comfortable."

"I'm glad we matched so quick. Your pics were such a tease." Karina pokes you in the chest.

"And I'm glad you accepted my invite," you reply with a grin.

She giggles. "How could I say no? Straight to the point. And trust me, I could definitely blow off some steam today." Karina scans the living room, then freezes when she notices Ningning sitting there.

You bury your face in your hands; you completely forgot about her.

"Who's that?" Karina asks with an arched eyebrow. "You didn't mention anyone else joining us."

Ningning speaks up: "I'm Dad—"

"She's nobody," you say.

Karina laughs, her gaze lingering on Ningning's figure. "Nobody? Really?" She turns back to you with an impish grin. "Well, she's quite gorgeous. Maybe she could join us and make things even more fun?"

Ningning practically bounces in her seat. "That would be amazing! Can I please join, Daddy?"

Karina runs her hand down your chest, causing you to catch your breath. "So she calls you 'Daddy', huh? That's interesting." Her eyes flicker over Ningning before returning to you with an impish glint. "Well then… what do you say… 'Daddy'?"

Hearing the pet name spoken by Karina in such a seductive tone sends a shiver down your spine, and you release a quick exhale. "Just you and me. All night long."

"Ooh, when you put it like that…" Karina trails off with a smirk. "You better not disappoint." She wraps her arm around your neck and goes in for a deep kiss, your lips locked together as your tongues swirl in each other's mouths. At this moment, it's easy for you to forget about your own girlfriend waiting in the living room, stumbling inside while still entwined with Karina.

"Daddy, p-please, I'll behave," Ningning stutters out from behind you. "I can make you feel good too. I promise, I'll be a good girl."

Karina's lips part from yours with a soft moan, and the sound thrums through your body like a sweet melody. More than anything else, you want to hear the notes of those moans louder and harder and over and over again. Karina catches sight of Ningning watching them from the corner of her eye and chuckles playfully. "Oh, honey, look at that face. She looks like she's about to cry."

"Ignore her."

Karina smirks—a deadly thing. "Ignore her, huh? Sure." She gives you one last lingering kiss before breaking away with a satisfied sigh. "Now show me where your bathroom is so I can freshen up."

You lead the way, but before you can show Karina into the bathroom, you get distracted by the creamy skin of her neck and begin kissing it fervently. Your kisses trail back up to her lips, and once again your tongues dance together. You've kissed Karina more in the past few minutes than you have your girlfriend in a long time.

Karina shudders when you pull away. "Ffuck, this is gonna be an incredible night, huh?" She runs a hand through your hair before giving you a sly smile. "You're such a good kisser. No wonder you have her wrapped around your finger… say, what's her name?"

"Doesn't matter. Just think of her like my house pet."

Karina's teeth sink into her bottom lip. "Damn. Okay," she says, nodding, "get comfy in your bedroom, babe. I'll be ready in just a moment."

You nod and watch as Karina disappears into the bathroom. When you head back to the living room, you find Ningning quietly sobbing to herself.

Holding her chin with a firm and unyielding grip, you force Ningning to look at you, and her eyes widen in fear. "What the fuck?"

"Wh-what?" Ningning sniffles.

Giving her cheek a few light slaps, you scowl at her. "Don't 'what' me, or give me those puppy dog eyes. Why the fuck are you still here?"

"I-I, I'm sorry," Ningning stammers through her sobs. "I don't know... I thought maybe I could join in or take care of you afterwards or..."

Echoes of a crack, you land a harder slap on her cheek, leaving a red mark behind. "I am not fucking you!" you snap. "Do you really think I would waste my time with someone like you when I have a goddess like Karina in my home?" You let out a heavy sigh. "What am I going to do with you?"

Ningning avoids making eye contact as she apologizes once again.

"Fine," you say, standing up. "Follow me to my room."

"Really?"

"Just do as I say."

You sit down on the edge of your bed and point to the floor in front of you, a spot that is all too familiar for Ningning. She obeys without question, kneeling by your crotch as you tug down your pants and underwear to reveal your soft cock. You then yank Ningning's head down towards your lap.

"What do I—" she starts but is cut off by your hiss.

"Are you stupid? What have you been doing for the past few hours?"

Ningning whimpers quietly. "Yes, Daddy." She begins stroking you with her small hand.

"Use your mouth," you command.

"Right, right." She quickly swallows your member, her lips dragging along its flaccid length. As you harden in her mouth, she gags when it hits the back of her throat, but diligently she cleans up all the saliva.

You close your eyes, picturing Karina instead, and after a few minutes, pictures in your mind materialize as the door opens.

"Hey, what do you think—" Karina's voice trails off as she sees Ningning between your legs, servicing your now fully erect cock. "I thought you said she wasn't joining us," she says with a giggle.

"Well, I'm just using her to get you ready for me," you reply. Despite the ministrations of Ningning's lips and tongue, your attention is solely focused on the woman standing in front of you.

Karina steps closer, her eyes fixated on Ningning. "That's such a turn on, seeing her between your legs like that," Karina says, smirking.

Ningning moans happily as she continues to orally service your dick.

"Look at her," Karina says, "such a cute thing."

"No, look at you," you reply. "That top looks perfect on you. Your body's perfect."

"Thank you, babe. I wore this just for tonight." Karina brings her hands to her chest, and you must be drooling when she squeezes. "You like?"

You nod. "You're the hottest girl I've ever seen, Karina."

Ningning lets out a sad whimper around your cock.

Karina sits down on the edge of the bed next to you, watching intently as Ningning works to get your cock even harder with her mouth. "Wow, your cock is perfect. She's almost got you ready for me." She grabs your jaw and pulls you in for a kiss.

You're in a new endless world of bliss, Karina's lips on yours, Ningning's lips on your cock. The sound of her blowjob is noisy, wet, sloppy, but you notice only the moans coming out of Karina's mouth into yours. And even better than that is when Karina presses her full breasts against your arm, giving you visions of what's to come—hours of playing with those breasts greedily between your fingers.

Again, when Karina releases the kiss, she lets out a light moan, and it's the prettiest thing you've heard. "I can't wait to ride that big fucking cock."

"You don't have to wait." With a firm grip on Ningning's hair, you pull her off your cock and toss her onto the floor with a gentle thud. "Get a condom for me," you command.

Ningning lays on the ground, spit-covered lips quivering. She can't make eye contact with you or Karina. "Yes, Daddy."

Karina's legs rub together. "She's such an obedient girl." She brings her legs over and straddles you before she starts making out with you once again.

Though your hands are all over her body, they naturally find their way toward her breasts.

"Yeah, fuck, touch me," Karina says breathily, "feel me up."

"Your tits are incredible, holy shit."

"Just having your pet isn't enough for you?" Karina asks playfully.

You shake your head. "But you're more than enough."

Karina's lips press firmly against yours, her teeth grazing your lower lip in excitement. As you deepen the kiss, you can taste the faint hint of her lip gloss mingled with the subtle tang of your own blood. Her hands begin to explore, trailing down your body until they reach your shaft. Like Ningning before her, she struggles to fully wrap her fingers around your girth. "Fuck, you're so thick," she whispers in awe.

You let out a deep groan as Karina starts to twist and slide her hand up and down your wettened cock. Just then, Ningning's soft voice interrupts your passion-filled moment. "Here's the condom, Daddy," she says softly.

"Put it on with that dirty little mouth of yours."

Karina giggles then brings her lips back on yours, brings her tongue back into your mouth.

"You, you really want me to…"

You give her a stern look.

"Of, of course, Daddy. Whatever you want," she nervously replies before awkwardly scooting towards where you're sitting. You can see that she's struggling to find the space between you and Karina straddling your lap. Eventually, you hear the sound of the condom packet opening and feel Ningning putting it on with her mouth.

Karina's moans get louder, and she runs her hands through your hair.

"It's on, Daddy," Ningning announces timidly as she sits next to you, her hands resting meekly on her thighs.

You and Karina seem to want to kiss forever, Karina especially reveling in the spectator; however, she breaks it first. "Get on your back," she says, her eyes piercing into yours. "I'm riding you and this fucking beautiful dick into the bed."

As you both shuffle around and get comfortable, you push Ningning aside to the corner of the bed. You sink into the pillows while Karina kneels above you, gazing at you with hungry desire.

Ningning's tiny voice is barely audible as she begs, "Can I watch? Please, Daddy?" Her eyes gleam with admiration and delight at the sight of you and Karina together. "I love seeing you feel good. I promise I'll be quiet, I won't interrupt."

There might have been words in your right ear.

Karina laughs as she positions her slender figure over your cock. She takes hold of it and guides it towards her entrance with expert precision. "Are you just ignoring her? That's pretty fucking…" She sinks down into your length and moans loudly, musically. "Hot, oh, fuck, you feel so good." Her pussy clings closely, warm and snug around you.

Feeling dizzy with pleasure, you grab onto her shapely hips as she moves on top of you. She moans in response and adjusts to fit your entire length inside of her, her hand feeling your hardness through her slim waist.

"Wait, fuck, please. Don't move yet." Karina gasps. She begins to gyrate her hips back and forth, causing your head to spin even more. With that body and those tits and that tight hole and that impossibly perfect face contorting with bliss, any man could cum before the first thrust. But somehow, you manage to resist as she begins lifting herself, then fucking into you slowly. "That's, that's it. Nngh."

All the while, your eyes are dead set on her tits, waiting to watch them in action.

As Karina drops herself down onto you again, coating your dick with her juices, she starts to bounce at a steady rhythm. Even though they are confined by fabric, her ample breasts jiggle enticingly with each motion. "Fuck, that's too good," Karina says, moaning, closing her eyes. Then, she opens them as she looks over to where Ningning is squirming. "Aww, look how she's eyeing your cock. When was the last time you fucked her?"

"Hm. Maybe a month ago."

"God, you're so mean to her. I can't imagine depriving someone of this amazing dick." She moans as your length hits a particularly sensitive spot inside her, and then she leans down to grab your face. "I love it." There, she kisses you while her ride starts to intensify. You love the weight of her tits, and the loud slapping sound of her ass bearing down over and over.

"I'll come back later, Daddy." Ningning's voice is filled with dejection before fading away.

As Karina rides you cowgirl style, she sits up straight once again, her toes curling, her breasts bouncing, and her hair flying around her. You reach for her tube top, and she helps pull it up. You didn't think this ride could get better—then, the drop, as her boobs are set free. There's a magical ripple, so plenty for your eyes to feast on. And while the way her tits drop is hypnotizing, the way they bounce without the restraint of fabric is even more so. Karina brings her arms up and you assist her in removing the top completely before flinging it aside, leaving both of you bare and vulnerable to each other's touch.

In this new position, sitting up against the headboard, you lean in to kiss Karina deeply before trailing down to explore every inch of her body. Your lips linger at her long neck, her defined collarbone, and her lithe arms, but always find their way back to her luscious breasts where you suck on each pink nipple with fervor.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck, just like that, I'm so, so sensitive there." Karina moans breathlessly as she grinds against your cock. Her body vibrates with pleasure, and you can feel the clench of her cunt around your cock, tightening and relaxing with every deep thrust.

As you notice her soft mewling turn into breathy gasps, you intensify your actions: while your lips are latched to one of her firm nipples, and one hand is massaging her other breast thoroughly, your free hand goes down to her clit, rubbing in neat circles, causing her to arch her back and cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck, yes! Gonna, gonna cum!" Her words are punctuated by deep groans of pleasure, and you revel in her vocal responses, the sound of her deeper voice more harmonious to your ears than your girlfriend's high-pitched cries.

Her legs tremble as she slows down, giving you the opportunity to take control. You thrust upwards with determination, while simultaneously stimulating every sensitive spot on her body. Karina throws her head back, and she cums on your cock gracefully; you give her no quarter, pounding her through every pulse of her orgasm. Her cunt's tight grip makes you lightheaded, but you continue as a machine, worshipping her tits with your mouth and fingers, playing with her clit, until she's driven to new heights of pleasure.

After many long and languid inhales and exhales, Karina sighs contentedly, her body sated from the intense lovemaking. "I haven't cum that good in so long. Fuck." She pulls you close and kisses you deeply like the gratitude spoken didn't just escape her tongue. "So you haven't fucked her like this in a month? I almost feel bad for her."

"Don't."

"Sure." Karina playfully taps your shoulders, her fingers dancing over your skin. "Well then, I think it's only fair that I reward you for that."

With a soft wet pop, she lifts herself off of your slick member, the condom shining in the dim light of the room. She kneels before you, hunger in her eyes as she looks at your throbbing cock. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips in anticipation.

"Do you have another condom?" she asks.

"Yeah, it's over by the drawer," you reply, still trying to catch your breath from the intense ride.

She scoffs. "Yet you made her… whatever." Karina's fingers graze your skin as she peels off the condom, the cool sensation a stark contrast to the heat emanating from her body. "Trust me, this much feels better. Plus I want to taste your precum."

She aligns your shaft between her perfect breasts, the soft sensation of them cushioning your cock. "Fuck, Karina. I've never done this before," you say with a gasp.

"Figured as much. Your other plaything's tiny tits could never compare to this, right?" Karina smirks before letting a glob of spit drip from her lips. Your dominant tendencies seem to have rubbed off on her and it turns you on even more.

But what really turns you on is the warmth and plushness of her breasts against your sensitive skin. She takes charge, using her skilled hands to stroke your cock as she holds her breasts together, creating a delicious pressure. Her movements are both gentle and firm as she guides you between her cleavage with precision. Each time your tip pokes out from between her breasts, she gives it a lick or a kiss that sends shivers through your body and elicits groans from deep within your lungs. And every time she does so, she manages to get just enough of the taste that she craves, as she keeps you on a plateau of pleasure and causes you to leak beads of semen.

You can't help but move your hips in rhythm with her while she continues to stroke you with her breasts. She notices and soon lets you take control, allowing you to thrust at your own pace. When you feel yourself getting closer to climax, you slow down and start kneading her breasts—first softly, then harder as your desire and arousal build. You treat her absurd body with the roughness it deserves, pulling her up from her knees by her malleable tits. "Oh, shit," Karina says as you throw her onto the bed, "I love how rough you are."

Eventually, the two of you end up fucking in every corner of the bedroom, finding places where you haven't fucked Ningning or even any other woman. You have Karina arched over the dresser as you enter her from behind, her moans mingling with the sound of rattling wood. You carry Karina, both hands sinking into the flesh of her buttcheeks, giving you both a workout. You two move to the floor, where a torrid round of reverse cowgirl shows off how her ass was as perfect an asset as her tits.

But the most intense and primal position is when you have her pinned against the door, her breasts and face pressed against it, her arm pulled back as you fuck her standing—well, she's only standing because your cock is propping her up, her legs jelly. In this frenzy, Karina is both a willing participant and a willing object, surrendering herself to the pleasure that awaits in each new position and location.

"Yes, yes! Just like that!" Karina cries out as sweat drips down her back; you lean over to taste the saltiness as you nibble on her neck.

And right there, in that position against the door, you make Karina cum again. This time, she squirts violently and her release sprays onto your legs, onto the floor, clear liquid making a mess between her thighs. You hear a whine from the other side of the door. You can't ever be accused of neglecting your girlfriend of her needs.

As if drawn by an uncontrollable magnetism, the two of you find your way back to where you started: you lying on the bed, and Karina riding the life out of you. Her breasts bounce with each thrust and your hands can't resist kneading them roughly. Red marks appear on her otherwise flawless skin, adding to the passionate chaos of the room. This roughness only intensifies Karina's tightness around your cock as she begs for more.

"You love it when I'm rough?" You growl into her ear. "Love feeling this big dick pounding into you?"

"God, yes! Fuck me back!" Karina exclaims.

Suddenly, Ningning opens the door. "Daddy, I just—"

But she's interrupted as Karina shouts and another wave of orgasm wracks through her body, causing her to pull away from you, too sensitive to continue. "Oh... my god," she says, out of breath. "I can't believe you made me cum again." Karina's lips dive into your neck, her wetness dripping down your thighs onto the sheets that you and Ningning share.

"Ningning's whisper breaks through the heavy atmosphere, her voice tinged with concern. "I just wanted to check up on you," she says softly. "You've been at it for a while. It's almost midnight."

Karina disentangles herself from the crook of your neck and moves to lay her head on your chest. Looking at Ningning with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she lets out a playful laugh. "Yeah, he's been fucking me senseless for a while now. Damn, he's good."

A smirk spreads across your face.

"I...uh..." Ningning struggles to find the right words, unsure whether to express pride or sadness.

"You just wanted to watch, didn't you?" Karina says, running her hand down your bare chest. "You naughty little thing."

You chime in, "Oh, I know her well. She was listening the whole time, pressed against the door with her ear. I could hear her." You'd ask if she made herself cum. You don't care.

A blush creeps onto Ningning's cheeks as she nods shyly.

"Wow, she is soo needy." Karina looks down and notices that your erection is still going strong. "Fuckin' hell, you stud. Haven't cum yet?"

"Nope."

Karina peels herself off of you and lies down next to you on the bed. "Here, I'll lay down so you can pound my pussy until you cum. Does that sound good to you?"

You waste no time positioning your cock between her legs, then you grab her ankles and place them over your shoulders.

"Oh shit, yes..." She draws in a sharp breath as you thrust into her all at once, causing her eyes to roll back in ecstasy. "God, fuck, I'm still so turned on..." Her words become moans as you piston into her, your primal instincts taking over.

You watch as Karina's irresistible breasts jiggle with each and every thrust, her soaked pussy gripping onto you tightly.

"You don't care if she watches do you?" Karina giggles like she's drunk off your cock. "Looks like, ngh, you don't care what she does at all. Hnn…" She looks at Ningning, who is standing by the door, unable to look away. Karina pats the bed to her. "Come here, join us on the bed. You can get a closer look at Daddy's cock going in and out of me. Don't you want to see how I please your Daddy? Watch him fuck my brains out. Watch why he's choosing me over you."

"Daddy, wait—"

Karina moans. "Hurry up or get out, I don't think your Daddy gives a fuck."

Ningning only hesitates one more second before dragging her feet over to the bed.

"Good girl," Karina praises as Ningning lies down next to her obediently.

"Can you touch me, Daddy? Please? Or will you just hold my hand while you—"

You swat her hand away when she reaches out towards you, causing Karina to erupt in laughter. "Looks like she'll just have to watch."

You kiss Karina like you love her, like she's your girlfriend, or your wife, or your long-lost love you haven't seen in years. It must be breaking Ningning's heart, but you can't see or care, with Karina's face the only face in your mind. The only reminders of Ningning's presence are the occasional whimpers and moans that escape from her lips.

"Come on, babe," Karina urges with a fierce kiss, "don't hold back. I want to make you cum in front of her." She places her hand on your chest, slowing your movements. "Flip me over and rail me, babe. Give me everything she wants."

You swiftly pull out and bring Karina to her hands and knees.

"Ooh, that's it." She moans loudly as you push her head down and thrust into her from behind. Her back arches, showcasing the perfect curve of her ass.

As your movements become more forceful, Karina's moans echo through the room and she clings to the sheets with desperation. You finally make eye contact with Ningning, her hands buried in her shorts and her breath ragged as she watches you and Karina together.

"God, you're so rough. Yes!" Karina shouts.

Meanwhile, Ningning's gasps and moans grow louder as she tries to pleasure herself. Despite her best efforts, it seems that nothing can satisfy her.

"Do it," Karina says, looking back, "cum for me!"

All of the sensations come crashing together—the movement of Karina's body, the tightness of her pussy around you, and the sight of your girlfriend watching as you fuck another woman. With one final rough slam, you burst inside Karina, gripping her ass cheeks and calling out her name. Every last drop is drained from your balls as you fill the condom to the seams.

After the intense pulsations subside, you loosen your grip on Karina's ass and she collapses onto the bed, breathing heavily and moaning in satisfaction. "Holy fuck. That was amazing," she says between giggles. She notices that Ningning has not stopped pleasuring herself this entire time, her fingers slick with wetness as they slide in and out of her swollen folds. "Looks like I'm not the only one who thought so. You enjoy seeing your man blow his load in another woman so much, don't you? Are you pretending to be me right now?"

You are surprised by Karina's bold words, but not surprised at Ningning's increased moans and trembling body as she reaches her desperate climax because of those words, likely making a mess of her underwear.

"That's so hot," Karina purrs with a wiggle of her hips. Your half-hard cock remains inside of her as she speaks. "Give me a few more thrusts before you pull out."

You oblige, gazing up at the ceiling while Karina wrings every last bit of pleasure from you into the condom. She disentangles herself from you and leans in for a kiss.

"Mmh, that was fun. We should do that again sometime. Oh, and can I use your shower?" Karina asks.

"Of course," you reply. "Actually, do you mind if I join you in a sec?"

She nods, smiling. "Sure, babe. That sounds nice." Karina heads to the shower with a flick of her hair over her shoulder, drawing the attention of both you and Ningning to her toned buttocks.

Ningning lies on the bed, spent on her own self-pleasure. "Did, mmnh, did you have fun, Daddy? Was she good for you?"

Stretching, you remove the condom from your now-flaccid member. "The best."

"Nnh." Her breathing quickens. "That looks good."

You offer her the condom, almost filled to the brim with your load.

"F-for me? Really, Daddy? I can have your yummy cum?"

"Sure."

She's excited for the first time in a while. "Yes! Thank you! Oh, thank you, thank you, Daddy!" Ningning takes the cum-filled condom and brings it to her lips, drinking the cum out like a woman parched in the desert. Her lips make wet, sucking noises as she swallows up the thick, sticky globs of semen. "Oh god, Daddy, you taste so good."

Each gulp of cum elicits a moan from Ningning as she savors it. You can tell that she's still sore from her last orgasm, and despite that, her hand snakes its way back down to fingerfuck herself again. She keeps the condom in her mouth for a while, making sure she doesn't miss out on a drop, turning it inside out to be sure—even when it's empty, she gets herself off again with her lips wrapped around the used protection.

As Ningning prepares to bring herself to another climax using the condom around her fingers as a substitute for your cock, you excuse yourself and head to the shower. What a doormat does with her time does not concern you. You have a shower to hop into and an actual woman to enjoy it with.

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AFF, AO3

[xeeljii]

STEP ON ME

You're free to have everything you can see All that you want from me

WARNING! Explicit RPF! 

Summary: You meet a beautiful stranger on a night out and find yourself in his apartment where the night seems to be filled with endless possibilities

Word count: 5.2k

CW: 18+, f! reader, meet-cute /j, alcohol, dry humping, masturbation, no specific body descriptions.

This is a prequel to SHE'S MY COLLAR but can be read as stand alone, you don't need context but you can check that afterwards.

The night had started at some dimly lit bar for cheap shots and was now ending at some exclusive event one of your friends had been invited to. As soon as you walk in your whole group disperses but you are happy enough to dance on your own. The music fills you with energy, you down shots like it is water and dance wildly without a care of who is watching. Unbeknownst to you out of the corner of his eye you catch Joost’s attention, you are pretty in a way that makes it hard not to stare and he doesn’t want to be a creep but he notices you seem to be on your own and he is not a fool either so decides to try his luck tonight. He lets the magnetic pull of your presence bring him closer to you, he finds himself a couple steps from you, ready to ask if he can buy you a drink, rehearsed line on his mouth as he closes in the distance. But all of a sudden a song you seem to really love comes on and you throw your arms high up in the air as you take a step back, and without meaning to you bump into his chest spilling a little bit of your drink down his shirt. You turn around startled only to be met with the prettiest blue eyes you have ever seen.

“Sorry.” you both blurt out at the same time before breaking into laughter. 

The stranger before you is tall and pretty dimples adorn his face as he smiles down at you, he bends down to speak right in your ear so you will hear him better over the loud music. “My name’s Joost”. 

“Joost” You reply back, the name feels beautiful in your mouth and it sounds heavenly to his ears coming from you, you give him your name and he also tries rolling it out on his tongue, tasting it in his mouth. 

You stay standing on the dance floor without saying anything just holding each others' gazes, electricity filling the small space between the two of you without moving, neither of you wanting to break the spell. 

“Let me buy you another drink, since my shirt got in your way.” He speaks again pointing at the now half empty glass in your hand. 

You snort muttering again a little sorry before looking up at him again. “Sure, thanks.” You say leading the way to the bar counter. 

Between drinks and dancing you learn he is a musician, that he is here for a release party or an album recording or something of the sort, he is from the Netherlands and he has the cutest smile you have seen. He is fun to be with, he smells heavenly, he is a great dancer and he can’t take his eyes off you either. You dance for hours, down shots together and then start pushing them into each others mouths happily, you laugh until your cheeks hurt and the sound of his laughter is resounding in your ears. His hands keep lingering on the small of your back as you dance and yours keep running up to his nape, holding on his strong arms, and playing with the long strands of hair at the back of his head. You feel yourself lost to the concept of time as you stare into his pretty blue eyes. Deep into the night or the early morning, you have no idea what time it is, you hear his voice whisper dangerously close to your ear sending a nice wave of chills down your spine.

“Do you wanna come over to my place?” He says it without malice or bad intentions behind it,  or perhaps any intentions, he just can’t bear the thought of ending this so soon and never seeing you again.

You grab hold of his hand and look up. “Lead the way.”

He leads you through dark empty streets illuminated only by street lamps as you keep chattering away about anything and everything. He tells you about his travels, the places he has visited, the ones he enjoyed the most, you tell him about yourself, your friends and job he seems genuinely interested, asks little questions here and there so you will clarify the specifics, it makes your heart beat in excitement. You don’t know what you want or expect from this night but if it includes him it is guaranteed to be a delight either way. 

Half way through you start lagging behind, your feet are tired, your dress feels too tight, too short, and the amount of drinks you had is making you wobbly. “Are we still long from there?” You ask a little concerned. He looks back at you still holding your hand.

“Not much.” He replies, he sees your worried little face.

He takes a step towards you, lets go of your hand, shucks his jacket off quickly, and ties it around your waist without a word. You can’t quite understand what is going on then you see him turn around and go on one knee in front of you.

With his back towards you he speaks over his shoulder with a sweet grin. “Hop on, your ride is here.”

You break into laughter that makes you double over, it takes you a bit to compose yourself before you start climbing on his back. When he feels your arms secure around his shoulders he grabs at the back of your thighs with his strong hands and pulls you closer standing up. Your tight dress rides high, you are thankful for the jacket protecting your lower half from the cold wind night, you press yourself even closer to him greedily chasing after his body heat. You feel the warm expanses of the muscle on his back, feel the grip of his hand on your thighs, it is all too much, it make you want to dissolve into him. 

He starts walking, treats you as if you are weightless. He is saying something about this one trip he took to Japan you can’t quiet be sure, you feel his soft scent so deeply that you can barely register that words are coming out of his mouth, it is such a delicious comforting smell like aftershave and tobacco rolled into one but somehow sweeter, you can’t stop yourself in your intoxicated mind you pull closer to the neckline of his shirt and sniff lightly. He feels it as it tickles his skin, he giggles then asks bemused. 

“Did you just sniff me?”

You pull yourself away quickly pushing your hands against his shoulders to create some distance. “No I didn’t.” You say almost too loud, no confidence in your answer. You almost fall backwards from how hard you pushed but he holds tightly at your legs.

“Wow, easy there.” He giggles not even bothering to pretend he believed you. “Well do I smell good?” If you could see how widely he is smiling you would be mortified, completely caught red handed. 

“Agh! Please let me off the hook for this one, I’m drunk” You whine dropping your head in the crook of his neck and resting your forehead on his shoulder completely defeated. 

“Okay, okay.” he says laughing still.

After a few more minutes announces. “We are here.” 

He softly puts you down on the ground while he looks for his keys on his jean pockets, you untie his jacket from your waist and put it over your shoulders, fix your dress back in place, the cold of the night bitting at your exposed skin making you tremble slightly. When he turns around and sees you wrapped yourself in his far too big jacket, your hair flying all around you wildly with the wind and your cheeks kissed red by the cold of the night, he thinks he is in love. You are a heavenly sight, he must have gotten drunk and fallen somewhere, hit his head so hard he died and now there is an angel right in front of him. He wants to warm you up by kissing everywhere but he settles for reaching his palm out to you so you will follow him.

You make your way up the stairs to his apartment quickly as you hold hands. It is a nice studio, it is a little messy, way more cans of Monster than should be advisable but you live off coffee half the time so you are in no position to judge.

“Sorry for the mess.” He says sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck, you shake your head and smile up at him.

“You should see mine.” And he would like that, he really would. 

But right now he has you here and when he turns on a few lamps the warm light illuminates you more beautifully than before, the dimness of the club made your alluring features no justice, he feels his heart beat rapidly in his chest. You take his jacket off and put it on the hanger before walking up to him. Your face still has a nice rosy tint, the dress fits you beautifully but he can see goosebumps in your arms.

“Do you want me to get you something to change into?” He says as he is caressing softly at your exposed skin in a small attempt to warm you up, you nod.

He goes into the bedroom and you follow right behind,  he grabs one of his shirts and a pair of boxers and hands them to you, you hold the clothes close to your chest. The air is filled with tension and you are holding heavy eye contact, neither of you wanting to look away. After a long pause he finally speaks again.

“I’ll wait outside.” His voice sounds labored and deeper almost dripping with need.

You want to tell him to stay, that he can watch but you haven’t even kissed yet and it feels like a little too much, so you just nod silently before turning around. 

In the couch of the living room he takes a seat, he wants to take a peak but he is not a pervert so he starts smoking anxiously to calm himself. He turns on the thermostat and raises it a couple degrees to warm you up faster. Inside his bedroom you take off your clothes quickly and change into his, it feels nice, the fabric is soft and worn out, it smells like him it makes you feel like you are fully wrapped in his presence, it makes you tingle.

You walk out into the living room again, you see him splayed on the couch smoking and exhaling out of window he cracked open just a little bit. You go to sit next to him. 

“It is a nice place.” You say looking around.

“Thanks, I didn’t decorate anything. I’m just renting it for a bit.”

You break into a giggle, he loves that sound. “Well there goes my compliment, no matter. You should see me sober I’m much more charming, trust me.” You wink up at him his cheeks heat up instantly.

He looks at you stunned, you look even more beautiful in his baggy clothes, like you belong here, like this is normal, like you are his. The idea excites him terribly.

“Do you smoke?” He asks, you reach out a hand and take the cigarette from between his fingers.

“Only when I drink.” You put the cigarette between your lips and inhale lightly, you don’t really like smoking but right here, right now, you just want to have it inside your mouth as it was just between his lips.

The taste is stronger than you expect and it has you coughing up embarrassingly. He takes the cigarette away from you and goes to rub soothing circles at your back which would be sweet if he wasn’t also laughing so hard right in your face. Your eyes water and you try to hit lightly at his chest. 

“Don’t laugh at me.” The words come out garbled and hard in between little coughs as you try to compose yourself.

“Sorry, sorry.” He says still in between laughter, his palm is so big and warm, you can feel it through the thin material of the fabric, he continues rubbing calmly until you can breath normally again. With his other hand he wipes the stray tears away from your face. “So I'm guessing you don’t drink often.” He says big smile in his face.

“Oh please leave me alone.” You roll your eyes at him still a little embarrassed, you cover your red face with your hands, but he pulls them away before speaking. 

“Come here.” Joost grabs at your chin gently pulling you closer. He takes a long deep drag of the cigarette, lets it fill his lungs, he gently puts pressure on your jaw with his fingers so you will open your mouth and you do. He is half a breath away from your mouth, you can feels his heat, his lips fall open slightly and he pushes the smoke into your mouth softly, slowly, you can feel his lips ghost over yours. You inhale, so relaxed under his touch, it feels so good, you want to close your eyes and melt into his hand right now but you also want to stare at his beautiful face, the way his eyes seem impossibly blue and the alluring almost white eyelashes that adorn them, all made more enticing by the small cloud of smoke that covers both of you. 

Up close you see the beauty mark right under his lip, it decorates his face perfectly, you become hyper focused on it and before you can stop yourself you are crashing lips first right into it. You place a soft peck on it, he feels his heart stop then you move upwards to actually reach his lips. He feels perfect, he tastes perfect, it is better than you could have imagined.

You chase after his touch, he moves his hand to your waist to hold you closer, you feel him breathing in an out, chests almost touching, it is addicting. Your lips move in uncoordinated harmony but it feels so good. The kiss lasts too little before you have to pull away slightly to catch your breath, you see a string of spit connecting your lips it makes you blush even deeper if that is possible, somewhere in the middle of it all you had climbed onto his lap and he had let you. You are looking down at him, stunned with how gorgeous he looks, lips slightly red from the kissings and shiny from your own lipgloss.

He puts the cigarette out on an ashtray nearby, now both his hands are at your waist, thumbs caressing softly waiting on your next move. You go back for more, feeling bolder now seeing the hunger in his eyes that you imagine matches the one in yours. His lips are soft and a little chapped, they taste distantly like Bacardi and something sweet, the cigarette is there for sure but more than anything it taste like him. You chase after it, push your tongue in his mouth desperate for it, he is just as far gone as you sucks lightly at the wet muscle and you moan in response, his hands go to the small of your back and then to your ass to pull you closer, he feels the fat there so delicious under his fingers when he kneads his hands into the soft muscle. You mewl into his mouth, this feels so fast and like time has stopped. 

You keep kissing, moaning into each others mouths, sucking at each others tongues in reckless abandon. Your hips started humping against his at some point, you feel heat building up in your core and keep chasing after it with soft little movements, he smiles against your kiss, feels your teeth knock together. You are so drunk,  he wonders if you would be embarrassed to know what you are up to, he is now almost lying against the side of the couch, it digs on his back uncomfortably but he can’t be bothered by it when he has such a beautiful woman losing herself on top of him.

He grabs harder at your ass and pulls you up towards his stomach so you will stop torturing him a little with your grinding right on his uncomfortably hard cock. Your little whimpers sound so delicious, you are so lost on it, you keep kissing at his lips at his jaw down towards his neck, feeling his pulse right under your tongue. He keeps moving your head to reach your lips, seems to be wanting to eat you alive, you open your eyes and you see his pretty face full of desire, full of need, for you. There is a hunger inside you rapidly growing and soon it has you feeling famished. He can feel you trashing against the planes of  his stomach looking for more friction, he can’t really tell if you are unaware or so unashamed in your state that you can’t stop yourself. But you are so desperate for him and he feels like a boiling pot about to explode so he uses the last of his self restrain to tell you, almost beg you.

“Have some mercy on me schat, you are driving me crazy.”

His deep voice brings you back to reality, you feel your soul enter your body again for a second  and realize your hips are pathetically grinding against his soft belly, your face goes up in flames but you are so needy so hungry you don’t want to stop at all, the thought of it terrifies you. With your hands rested on his chest you uselessly try to pull him closer by his shirt and fail, but maybe your pretty mouth can get you what you so desire. 

“Joost please… I need you.” Your voice is so airy full of want, he can’t ever imagine saying no to you much less when you look so beautiful, in the couch of his living room, wearing his clothes. He nods dumbly before speaking. 

“Ok liefde.” He whispers back against your mouth.

He moves you swiftly placing your core right on the muscle of his thigh and planting his foot heavily against the hardwood floor so you will feel more of his tightened muscle. You knew deep within yourself, somewhere in your brain that he wanted you, that it is why he brought you back to his place, you expected to have a fun memory at most but didn’t realize he wanted you this much to let you do with him as you pleased, to get yourself off using his body.

You rub yourself against his thigh exploratory at first but then bolder, more vigorously, you are so wet, you wonder if you will stain his jeans, the delicious friction of the fabric on your cunt helping you get damper, more needy, he feels how hot you are through the fabric, wishes he could feel it directly on his skin, the throbbing of your cunt right on the muscle of his thigh as you make a mess of him. He is grabbing at your ass kneading softly and kissing at the column of your throat while you work yourself freely on his thigh, he is leaving big open mouthed kisses on trail until he reaches your mouth, you are so preoccupied chasing your high you can barley kiss back but it is okay, he does all the work for you softly exploring your mouth feeling your sweet wet tongue on his, the way your hips stutter when he sucks on it, how your hands hold tighter on his shoulders when he pushes his tongue deep into your mouth. 

He is painfully hard under you, but doesn’t mind as he keeps his eyes trained on your beautiful face breaking out in pleasure. You feel yourself coming undone far too quick you don’t want this to end, you still want to see how much he fills you up.

“Take me to bed.” You whimper. 

He lifts you with his hands below your ass in a swift motion and does as he is told before his brain can really catch up, he didn't bring you here for this, he doesn’t know why he brought you here really, he just wanted more time, more of you. But you are too drunk, he is also very drunk, but somehow feels more in control, it doesn't feel entirely right. He likes you, honestly, he wants to take you on a proper date if you would let him and he wants to meet you when you are sober, you are so funny and smart like this, he imagines he will be head over heels when he actually gets the version of you who can coordinate all her limbs.

He sits in bed with you on his lap, but then you raise from his warm embrace urgently, you grab at his jeans and unbutton them as you start pulling down, he goes to stop you. 

“I wanna feel you closer.” You explain like this is all supposed to make perfect sense, and it does to him, right now if you told him the moon was made of cheese he would probably belive you.

You sit back on his lap, his jeans rest at his ankles. You start moving again desperate against his body, he rests his hands on your hips helping you chase your orgasm. You keep grinding wildly back and forth on his lap, hands closed into fists at his shoulders holding onto his shirt painfully thigh, you feel the familiar sensation start to bubble inside you as your sensitive bundle of nerves keeps catching on the tip of his clothed erection every time you move. Your moaning is so beautiful, he is so thankful there are no other noises and he can concentrate only on what you sound like as you are coming undone. You feel your climax crush into you rapidly, feel your hole gush and your pussy uselessly clenching against the air.

“Joost!” You scream pulling him closer, he pushes his lips against yours and swallows your sweet sounds with his mouth, he loves it but his neighbors will kill him for it and he doesn’t want anyone interrupting right now.

Your body throws itself back in ecstasy but he catches you while you continue to softly ride your high all over him.

“It is okay baby, I got you, I got you.” He caresses your back, sweetly whispering against your hair, placing soft kisses on your exposed shoulder from where his shirt is too big on you. 

You come down from you high, heavy breathing on top on him, your hips still stuttering softly on his, your head is hanging low forehand pressed on his shoulder, he is holding you in place softly scratching at the tender skin of your nape, you swallow hardly trying to regain a little composure.

That felt so good and yet you want more, if you can only have this night you want everything. Your head feels so heavy, the room is slightly spinning around you, you try to focus your gaze on him, he thinks you look adorable. He is not much better off, his pupils are blown wide, he helps you out, grabs hold of your face delicately letting you rest you head against his palm. You raise your hips slightly, make move to pull the boxers he gave you down your legs, you feel you must have soaked right through them but you can’t care, he watches hypnotized with his breath caught on his throat, he see how wet you are, your pussy lips sticky with cum glistening with the light coming from the window. There is something so erotic about having you cum on his own boxers, he doesn’t think he will ever wash them again.  

You move quickly and far more coordinated than you should with how many drinks you downed and sit right on his erection, melting again on his heat, the warmth wetness of your cunt grinding directly on the tip of his still clothed cock, a loud deep moan escapes him without meaning to, but he doesn’t let you go further. In a quick motion he has you on your back against his mattress, there is a soft thud, he holds himself right above you caging your hands with his, gently but sternly. His face wears an expression between exasperation and love, you want to reach out and touch him so bad but under his strength you can barely move. He shakes his head lightly when he sees you jostling under him, stupidly trying to reach your hips up to his and wrap you legs around him to pull him closer.

“No, we are not doing that.” He says more to himself than to you, trying so hard to stay sane. “I am not gonna fuck you when you are drunk.” He looks for your eyes looking up at him pleading for more, he kisses a little trail from the high of your cheeks until he stumbles on your mouth and steals one last long kiss trying to commit the softness of your tongue to memory. 

Then he raises quickly, leaves you dumbfounded and so lonely in the middle of his bed, you feel weightless and like you can’t move at all at the same time you want to reach for him, pull him back down to your body, you feel so cold without him on top of you. You strain your neck to try to find him in the dark of the room. 

“Come back.” You want to sound sexy, too good to ignore but it comes garbled with the awkward position your head is in.

“Not going anywhere.” You can see him next to you at the side of the bed standing over you looking so fondly at your needy expression. He bends down quickly, kisses at your forehead so sweetly it makes your heart ache. “Give me 10, no 5.” He whispers before he moves far too quick for your eyes to catch, in a second he has crossed the room to the bathroom. He doesn’t bother closing the door you can see faintly the shadow of his body from the back, barely past the threshold of the doorframe. You can’t focus on much, your eyes are foggy, you can barely keep them open, everything is so dark you still feel dizzy but so pent up, one time wasn’t enough at all. 

At first there is a profound silence, you can only hear the blood pumping in your ears and then a small sound escapes the bathroom, it is so faint you fear you might have imagined it. The sound of skin on skin, you stop breathing trying to catch it again. You can see now a faint movement, his hand moving in repetitive motions, up and down. It sounds sleek like he is wet, you wonder if he is using spit or if it is his own precum, that thought makes your clit twitch, to imagine he is so desperate to fuck you but can’t do it, rather doesn’t want to do it when you are so vulnerable makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, but all the more needy.

Your hand travels south, finds itself between your thighs, you are still soaked wet, you starts tracing exploratory fingers up and down your slit, you don’t want to make a sound, solely getting off on his sounds. You can hear the smallest whimpers, the softest groans, the drowned curses coming from where he is. You start toying with your clit, you reach your other hand under his shirt that you are wearing and pull it up exposing your chest to the warm air of the apartment, you twist and pull at your nipples hungrily imagining how he would touch you, you scratch lightly with your nails at the sensitive bud and wish he would bite down on you.

“Fuck.” You hear him mumble distantly but it feels like he is right by your side, caging you under his weight, saying it against your ear as he comes deeply inside you. Your reach your second peak using imagination alone, remembering the way he kissed you, his smell on the collar of the shirt he gave you as you inhale deeply, the way his hands held at your hips so tightly, you feel your cunt start twitching as you release whimpering softly his name over and over.

You feel his presence faintly back in the room before you open your eyes, still trying to calm down form your second high, you wonder how much he saw. Your neck is twisted in an awkward angle, your make up must be all smudged and you don’t even want to imagine what your hair looks like but to him you are the most beautiful sight he has ever laid eyes on. 

He brushes your hair away from your pretty face, moves his hand to caress at your cheek and rests his thumb lovingly near your lips, you can’t help yourself and you take it in your mouth sucking lightly, you hope it is the hand he used to get off. You try uselessly to feel his taste on your tongue before he pulls away, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“You are really too much.” He says fondly like he is pumped full of love. He takes the last of his clothing as you struggle to keep your eyes open to drink in his beautiful body. 

“You are strange.” You say still feeling like this all was a dream, you smile at him with eyes closed. 

“You have a really pretty smile.” He says as he pulls your, actually his, shirt back down, you break into uncontrollable giggles, something like shame threatening to wash over you for what you just did but his loving eyes keep it at bay. “And a pretty laugh.” He pulls you up so you are resting on the pillows, he gets in after you and pulls the thick comforter over both of your tired bodies. He pulls you so your head is resting on his chest but first steals one last sweet kiss from your lips, you smile against him. “And very pretty lips.” It is the last thing you hear before you fall into heavy rewarding sleep finally melting into the heat of his body.

He hopes you don’t disappear before he wakes up, pulls you tightly against his chest, can’t wait to meet the you in the morning, see if she is embarrassed or if she is just delighted to be on his bed, he falls asleep quickly with the warmth of your body between his arms, hoping with everything he has that it is the second one. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

SEQUEL: SHE'S MY COLLAR ₊˚⊹♡ MASTERLIST *ੈ✩‧₊˚ A/N: also if u r one of the day ones maybe you realized this one is also referenced in DOGTOOTH … IT IS ALL CONNECTED!! well not all all but u get it Hehehe anyways I hope you liked it let me know your thoughts! <3 

[bizbat]

Those Jason crush hcs were so funny (obvi they were cute too) butJason getting so embarrassed he tried to crawl outside with 4 bullet holes and half his blood outside his body was such a mood. Me too dude. Can we have some more of him being delulu about his crush? It was so deliciously embarrassing and funny. What would happen if his wifey/husbando was just boldly was like- “Jason we're not dating, why would you think we were? We're not even having sex?”

EVEN MORE! When They're In Love Headcanons - Jason Todd

🕸️Spiderverse Masterlist🕸️

🐼JJK Masterlist🐼

~ Fem terms used for reader.

~ Mild smut alluded to but nothing explicit.

~ You can find parts One, Two, and Three here!

~ You can find more of my works here.

~ This is gonna be mostly fic bc I am running out of ideas lol. This took an inappropriate amount of time to write omg

~ Jay is kinda toxic so Tw: Unhealthy Relationships Dynamics, mentions of having children, slight violence, Jason is a freak and reader is tired.

By now, I've made it clear that this man is deep in the delusion.

But I haven't really gone into detail in what I mean by that.

I mean he'll say something teasing in jest, and if you reciprocate that energy even the tiniest bit, he will take that and run with it.

Though that's not even solid, bc if you take everything he says literally, he'd still think you're playing along.

Jason could make a joke with someone and not gaf about their response, but you could say the exact same thing as the person he joked with and he'd get heart eyes.

So far, I've kinda been writing with an oblivious reader in mind but a reader who knows all of Jason's delusions would pretty interesting lol.

You'd probably overhear him talking to Roy or Dick about your "date" last night.

Read: He broke into your apartment while you were at work and surprised you with chinese takeout when you got home.

I think if you confronted him about his delusions, he'd be willfully ignorant, and act like he doesn't know what you mean.

~ Drabble Starts Here. ~

Lian seems so happy, you can't bring yourself to be the bearer of bad news.

You're sat beside the little girl at her even littler table, the handle of a plastic teacup loosely gripped between your thumb and forefinger, your pinky high up in the air. The smile on your face is sincere as she mindlessly babbles, pouring sugar water into your cup.

You can't help but grimace when she encourages you and her stuffed animals to drink up, and you can't help but feel like the girl is being somewhat malicious when she seemingly starts interrogating you, only to push the cup of surgery water back to your lips whenever you to to answer her litany of, frankly, over-personal questions.

Some of the questions you don't mind, they're about as pure and unassuming as the pink princess tiara laying crookedly atop her head. It's when she asks if you and Jason are gonna get married and have babies with the most deadpan face you've ever seen on a child, that finally makes you choke on the (syrup) water.

"Excuse me?!" You ask, wiping away the mess on your face with a embroidered napkin and desperately trying not to hack up the rest of the beverage, undissolved grains of sugar still residing in the back of your throat. "Why would we do that?" You manage between coughs.

Lian glances towards Jason, who is sat at the table across from the two of you, his knees tucked up to his chest, as he hides his face behind his miniature teacup, though it's mostly ineffective, as the cup looks like a shot glass in his massive hand. Lian innocently looks back to you, as if you were the one who'd asked the more confusing question.

"Uncle Jay said you were dating. Isn't that what happens when people date?"

You crane your neck as you slowly turn your head towards Jason, who is avoiding your ice cold gaze like his life depended on it. "Oh, really?" You ask Lian through gritted teeth, though your gaze is solidly planted on Jason. "Did he now?"

"Mm-hmm," The small girl cheerfully nods her head, the dark braids framing either side of her face swinging from the force of her enthusiasm. "He told me you guys were gonna have a bunch of kids so I could have more people to play with!"

You can't help but stare incredulously at the child as she explains. By now, Jason's put down the cup, giving up at his attempt to hide behind it and simply covering his mouth with his hand, sitting silently like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs as he waits for you to start chewing him out. But it never comes.

"You are, right? I really want more friends." Lian's pleading is almost enough to make you change your mind and agree right there. Almost. As if sensing that she hasn't fully convinced you, Lian continues, going on and on about how she would be a really really good big sister or cousin if you had babies, or how much she's always wanted to go to a wedding, and how pretty you'd be as a bride, and-

She knows better than to continue when you gently raise your hand, as if you're silently saying "That's enough, Lian, please stop talking." You do feel a little remorseful as the girl's once happy demeanor changes to a shyer, more somber at the apparent rejection. You sigh and roll your eyes, finishing of the tiny cup of, what is now, pure sugar. "Maybe someday, Lian."

You put your hand up again, bracing her for the next part of your sentence when you see her start to get riled up again. "But absolutely no promises. Uncle Jay and I need to have a very important conversation later about it, though." That's enough to please Lian, as she goes right back to asking you other invasive questions that have nothing to do with your love life.

Jason, though happily surprised by your answer, stays silent over the next few hours. He honestly forgets you were ever even mad at him to begin with. It's not until you leave and the sky turns that familiar dark red, that you punch Jason in the arm as hard as possible, which, in all honesty, he can't really feel.

Though he does wince and hold his arm in the place where you hit him, to keep your ego intact if nothing else.

"What was that for?!" He dramatically gasps, pouting as he rubs the "sore" spot on his upper arm. Somewhere in the back of your mind you recognize it's kinda cute that he plays into your delusions. Just a little.

"Why would you tell Lian of all people we're dating?!" Your hand subtly clenches by your side, though you try to hide the slight pain punching him gave you, at the end of the day, Jason was raised by a detective. "Why would you even say that when you know it's not true?!"

"First of all," He starts, grabbing your hand. "I tell everyone we're dating." He starts soothing your sore knuckles as he tugs you towards your apartment building. He's so confident as he speaks it's genuinely bewildering. "And second, we are dating."

When he sees the utterly gobsmacked look on your face he continues. "We go on dates," (he just shows up at your home once a week. "We get gifts for each other," (he got you a stray kitten he rescued off the street and he steals your underwear). "We have sex-"

"Okay, number one: No we don't," You say, holding your hand out in front of you just like you did with Lian. "Number two: No we don't," You can almost see his eyes glaze over. He listens to every other thing you say, but when you're telling him your not together? That's when he tunes out.

"And number three: that only happened once!" It comes out a harsh whisper. Your face and ears feel hot with embarrassment, but Jason just shrugs. "Three times, actually, but who's counting?" Jason has a sweet, intentionally dopey looking smile.

You're left speechless by his demeanor. "Just kiddin' . . . I'm counting." He thinks the awkward, bewildered silence is hilarious. So he just keeps talking. "I mark it down in my calendar . . . Celebrate it once a month . . . Might get the dates tattooed."

"Jason." You interrupt.

"Hmm?"

"Go home." He looks over and realizes you're both in front of your apartment door, having talked the whole way. Again, he shrugs, pulling a spare key out of his pocket and moving to unlock your door. "Oh my fucking g-"

"What?" He stops, holding up the key midair. "What's wrong?" "Jason," You groan, rubbing your temples. "Why do you have a key to my apartment?" By now you shouldn't be so surprised, but you are. "Oh, this?" He hold up the key, equally confused that you would even ask. "I had one made when we started dating. How did you think I get in for our dates?"

He can almost smell the exhaustion wafting off you at this point. "Plus I live here."

"Jason you don't-"

"I'm just busy! I know, I know, I should be home more, but when I'm blah blah blah." No longer unused to his inane ramblings, you unlock the door and push past him. You don't even stop him when he follows you inside, still going on about his delusions. You just roll your eyes when he takes of his shoes and jacket and tosses them aside like they he really does live there.

"You shouldn't make dinner, you've had a long day, we can order-"

He's interrupted by yet another sigh. "Jason," you begin, plopping down on the couch. He shuts up and listens intently to every sound coming from your mouth. "I just . . ." You sit up straight. "You don't live here, you're a stalker, and we are not dating." Jason nods as you talk, slowly, as if he's taking in what you said.

"I . . . I understand. I really am sorry I've upset you, but," He kneels on the ground in front of you, gently placing his hand on your thigh. "I am not a stalker." He's incredulous, and you're tired. At this point, what more can you do beside oblige him and his delusions. You sigh again, a deep, deep sigh that instantly drains you of the rest of your energy and makes you deflate into the couch. "Okay, Jay," You say, undressing as you stand and begin walking back to your room. "You win, you're my boyfriend. Goodnight."

Jason just happily nods as he watches you walk to bed. "Yeah, yeah, I win." He's just happy you finally came to your senses. "Night!" He happily calls after you.

[noroi1000]

Ok imagine lightweight Gojo getting drunk and Shoko calling reader to pick him up. Special grade sorcerer yn who is already busy with an army of curses kills them in a slash of her technique, because shoko told her that he is fighting with y/n's ex in the bar

So an angry reader drives at full speed to stop bring him home but he is already sitting because her ex just ran away . Reader is angry but when she sees a girl flirting with him she gets insecure ( because that's how her ex cheated on her) but Gojo insults the girl and pushes him to the ground when she tries to touch him ( like Gabimaru from Hell Paradise if u watched it )and runs towards yn asking her to take him home

Reader's heart melts and she kisses him on the cheek and Gojo is a blushing mess. Reader is driving and Gojo is just looking at her complimenting her and when they reach home reader cleans him , gives him water and changes his clothes. While doing that Gojo decides to sleep shirtless so he also removes y/n 's uniform and leaves her just in her short shorts ( in a non sexual way , Yk just to feel skin to skin intimacy) and carries her on his shoulder and they cuddle and eventually fall asleep

Can u plz write it. If u do plz add few scenes from ur ideas to. I really like ur stories

Have a good day

My Big baby is drunk

Drunk Gojo x reader fluff

You took your phone out of your pocket when you heard your ringtone.

He completely ignored the large group of curses coming at you because it was so weak. You were able to deal with it quickly, and you didn't really want to finish everything at once, because you don't want to miss the smallest piece. And with some curses magnitudes, it's more likely.

Especially when curses are the size of flies' heads...

So small but dangerous.

"Yeah, Shoko?" You asked, listening to your friend's voice on the other end.

"Are you busy?" she asked.

"As if. There are groups of curses coming for me right now, but speak up if it's important." You smiled as you watched the curses slowly gather around you.

You were special. You are not afraid of such weak curses.

"Gojo is drunk." She said.

You furrowed your brows slightly.

"Did he do something about you calling me?"

"We're in a bar now. And Gojo is drunk. And he's fighting your ex here right now."

"The fuck?!" You groaned hearing this. "He will die!"

"I wouldn't worry about Gojo, just about your ex."

"I don't care about my ex. And he will die. If only he would piss off Satoru in that state." You laughed, and in your rage you used an energy wave to kill all the curses around.

"For now, all I know is your ex has a broken nose because he kicked it and fell on the counter. They're both drunk."

You wiped the sweat from your forehead as you walked quickly down the sidewalk.

Satoru often sleeps when drunk.

His low alcohol tolerance is such that he can be drunk after a very short time.

He's sleepy, but it's often easier to piss him off that way.

Even though once he had a low-alcohol drink with Shoko, as soon as his head was on your thighs, he slept and wouldn't let you go.

Drunk Satoru is like glue. Once he gets to you, he won't let go. Suggestive jokes when he hugs you or tries more.

But often none of that. Because you manage to calm him down.

He's just a big baby when he's drunk.

And all you can do is be with him. Because he whines when you're not around.

What if your ex is yours instead of you?

He will kill him. They're both drunk. So because of that, they're more likely to fall over and hit walls and furniture.

Unable to think about what might be going on there, you drove as fast as you could to get there, knowing that the sooner you got there, the sooner you can calm things down with your drunk boyfriend.

The strongest sorcerer in the world who is drunk?

This could be trouble.

When you walked in, you immediately saw your friend at the bar, sipping her beer in a glass.

And you saw your boyfriend lying on his back on the floor with a woman crawling between his legs.

No one around reacted because everyone else was just as drunk.

You walked over to Shoko, but then heard the voice of a woman who groaned as your boyfriend pushed her away.

She's drunk too. Her face was red from the alcohol.

Her hands moved to be placed on his thighs covered by black pants.

Then she moved closer, placing her hands on his chest.

Right now you wanted to walk over to her and pull her out of there by her hair so she wouldn't touch your boyfriend.

But you didn't because you wanted to see if Satoru would let her.

Shoko told you that your ex ran away, but you're left with your boyfriend and you're have horny problem who is next to him.

"will we go out? I have a hotel room." She whispered in his ear.

Gojo was so stunned by alcohol that he didn't even want to listen to what she was saying to him.

That's why he ignored it. But he knew she was touching him.

And that touch is not your touch, so he doesn't want that touch.

"How much did he drink?" You asked, looking at the stage.

You want to hit him so bad, but he has a delay when he's drunk. Once he allows her more, you'll hit him and her.

He is your boyfriend and you love him. But you don't like it when he's drunk because women always flock to him.

And this is your boyfriend.

"Two or three fruit drinks." She laughed as she sipped another glass of cold beer.

Yes... Your boyfriend has a very low alcohol tolerance. And the only alcohol he could drink was sweet. But he still hated alcohol

So he probably had a drink that had little alcohol but a lot of juice.

But even that can do such a thing to him!

You saw him turn around and look at you.

His eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately threw the woman to the floor, quickly standing up.

"(y/n)-chan~!" He groaned as he jumped on you, hugging you.

Asking for your touch.

"Take me home baby~"

He leaned over you, making you hold some of his weight.

And such a big man cannot weigh little.

You kissed him on the cheek when you heard that. You smiled slightly.

He was so hungry for your touch and your presence.

His cheeks turned pink as he hugged you tighter.

You sent a knowing look to Shoko, and suddenly pulled his hand to leave.

You took him to the car and waited for him to get in.

And then you took the driver's seat and started the engine of the car.

The glasses on his nose were askew and down. And he was making grunts.

And he started fiddling with the reclining knob, turning it up and down.

Like a little kid...

"My head is bursting..." he moaned, suddenly looking to the side of your face while you were focused on driving. "You look so cute~..."

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, his eyes fixed on your face.

"You're so pretty... I love you so much..." he moaned, leaning the side of his head against the backrest as he looked at you with a smile.

Intoxicated by the alcohol he drank.

You gave a short laugh at his wacky lines, but you ignored it. Because the priority right now is to get him home and put him to bed in peace.

When you parked at your house, he left himself, walking straight ahead to enter the house.

You quickly caught up with him, grabbing his hand to drag him to the bathroom. To refresh himself.

And when you got in there, you saw him standing next to the shower, staring at you like a lost child.

With a sigh, you gave him a large glass of water, and walked over to the tub, filling it with warm water.

His face landed on your shoulder as you leaned over to add some bubble bath to the water to make it lather.

"Baby..." he purred as he hugged you.

He was really eager for a nice touch.

Fortunately, there was nothing sexual about it so far.

Because when he's sober, he acts more like a pervert than when he's drunk.

You managed to free yourself from his grip, but his hands chased you as he followed you around the bathroom.

When you stood on the other side of the bath so he wouldn't reach you and you could do what you had to do, he put his feet in water, soaking his pants legs, and tried to grab you.

When he couldn't, he stood in the bath with a sad face, pretending he was crying.

Thirsty for attention big baby.

You walked over to him and let him hug you as he got out.

When he almost slipped on the tiles, you pushed him against the wall to keep him from falling and started unbuttoning his shirt so he could take a bath.

Once he was shirtless he stood motionless in front of you and you took off his pants, ordering me to take off his underwear himself.

You walked away, taking his hand to walk over to the tub. But he hugged you again. His naked body pressing against your clothes.

He doesn't care if he's naked or not. He wants to hug...

Without a word, you gestured for him to get in the tub and he complied, looking at you with childlike (drunk) eyes as he waited to see what you would do.

You gently washed his face and neck. Feeling like you had a cat in the bathtub because you felt like he was purring the moment you touched him.

You brought him clean clothes, and you made sure your big baby was clean. You dragged him into the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed.

You started changing yourself to go to sleep with him.

Maybe he won't fuss if you let him stick with you all night.

But as you turned around, you saw him quickly take off his shirt and pants, remaining in the underwear you gave him, and then, lying on his stomach on the bed his hands shot out to take off your shorts. He pulled your thighs down so you fell onto the bed, and lunged at you to take off your pajama top.

His body wrapped around yours as he closed his eyes next to your head.

And you stayed still as his hands held you and his legs were tangled with yours.

And your big baby wanted the touch of your skin on his.

Because all he wants is your love.

[sixlane]

so sweet

Bartylily microfic | 1.4k words | NSFW

for india @certifiedl0verboy because they said the world needed barty and lily getting high and sharing a costco cheesecake, and also han @honeybcj because the image of barty and lily shotgunning hasn't left my head in days <33

Lily opens her fridge and stares. The cool air and soft light leaks out into the empty kitchen as she contemplates how she became this person. The type who, completely unprompted and for no good reason, buys a whole Costco cheesecake for herself. 

The soft, round monstrosity sits on the bottom shelf of her fridge, taking up so much space she was forced to shove her yogurt into the vegetable drawer. The thing stares back at her, mocking, taunting, begging to be left to mold when she inevitably fails to eat it all. 

The sound of a key in the door snaps her out of the silent stand off.

Fuck, Barty’s home.

She can already imagine his confused smile and snarky comments when he opens the fridge for his nightly Red Bull just to come face to face with Lily’s unexplainable decision. It’s not like they’ve been roommates for long, or friends for that matter. They keep it cordial, stay out of each other's way, smoke the occasional bowl and watch old seasons of America’s Next Top Model, but this seems a little too close to soul-baring for comfort. 

Lily sits down at the table with a glass of water, tries to act casual, tries not to look at the fridge. 

“Hey,” Barty says, dropping his keys on the counter.

Lily nods her head, taking a sip from her glass. For a minute she thinks she’s in the clear because he’s already started to leave the room, but he doubles back at the last minute, realizing he’s forgotten something. 

He pulls the fridge open, reaches down, and stops, just for a second, before grabbing his energy drink and letting the door fall shut. 

Lily pretends she hasn’t been watching him this whole time.

He pops the top on his can, takes a sip and gives Lily a once over. “You having a party or something?”

“Will you leave me alone if I say yes?” Lily deadpans, though she can feel her face heating up. 

“Nope. Then I’d probably have to ask why I wasn’t invited.” He walks over to lean against the island, just a few feet between them, and looks down at her. He takes another sip.

“Ok look I needed more laundry detergent so I went to Costco and obviously I had to look in the bakery section and it was just sitting there. So. I bought it.” Barty’s smile widens as she explains until he’s just grinning at her. “What?” she asks, defensive.

“So you just bought the whole thing for yourself?” He says it curiously. He’s not judging, but she can hear the ulterior motive in his tone. 

She raises an eyebrow at him. “Spit it out.”

Barty huffs a laugh. “One second.” He sets his drink down and heads toward his room, leaving Lily to wonder what his plans are. She can never quite read him. He likes to play up this persona of his, effortlessly carefree and nonchalant, but she has always sensed something just below the surface. She notices it in the way he remembers her work schedule, the way he seems to have eyes in the back of his head. 

When Barty comes back, he’s got a bag of weed in one hand and his grinder and bowl in the other. He holds them up, mouth quirked in a dangerous way, waiting for her response.

Lily reflects the smile back at him. “I like the way you think, Crouch.”

So, Lily grabs the cheesecake, two forks, and some napkins, while Barty packs the first bowl of the night. They light up next to an open window in the living room, inhaling as the warm breeze kisses their cheeks and slides through their hair.

They wait until they’re properly high before digging in, and as Lily brings that first bite to her lips, allows it to settle on her tongue, she swears it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. 

“Fuuuuuck,” she moans. “This was the best decision I’ve ever made.” She licks the back of the fork, wanting to savor the tangy goodness, and she doesn’t miss how Barty watches before he huffs a laugh and shifts his focus to take a bite of his own.

“God,” he says around a mouthful. “What does Costco put in this shit?” 

“It’s fucking amazing right?” 

It’s at that point that she notices a bit of cake smeared across Barty’s lower lip, so she leans over and wipes her thumb across it. It happens before she can even register she’s done it, but she fully commits, sticking her thumb in her mouth after, tasting sweet and something else.

“You use Aquaphor?” She asks.

Barty stares at her. Red eyes slightly widened. “You can identify Aquaphor by taste?”

Lily smiles with all her teeth and reaches into her back pocket to produce the tube she takes with her everywhere. 

“Put some on,” he says before picking up the bowl for another hit.

She looks at him suspiciously. “Why?”

“Just do it.” He sparks the lighter and breathes in deeply. 

She brings the tube to her lips and smears some on, watching his chest expand behind his t-shirt.

He holds the smoke in his lungs but motions for her to come closer and oh. She sees where this is going. 

The realization doesn’t stop her from leaning in anyway.

Barty’s lips ghost over hers and he breathes the smoke into her open mouth. She inhales in turn, taking the air from his lungs into her own. 

It’s intimate, she thinks, in a way that not many things are. To hold a vital piece of someone else inside yourself. To pass it back and forth with such care, not letting anything slip through the cracks. 

And that thought is what causes Lily to close the barely-there distance. To allow their lips to push together. To allow herself to fully taste the leftover sweetness and Aquaphor and Red Bull on Barty’s tongue, which he doesn’t waste a minute before sliding into her mouth.

It’s sloppy and uncoordinated where they lean over the half-eaten cheesecake between them, and Lily pulls back before her arms give out underneath her. 

They stare at each other for a moment, both smiling and laughing like idiots. 

It’s so easy between them, always has been.

“One more?” Barty asks.

“One more what?” Lily volleys back, eyebrow raised.

“Bite,” He says motioning toward the cake, sly smile across his face.

She rolls her eyes affectionately but nods, leans forward as he scoops another piece, sure to get some of the buttery crust on his fork. He holds it out for her to take but before she can, the pile of cake and graham cracker falls right onto her left tit.

Lily stares down at it, mouth agape for a second before she starts giggling again. Because it’s funny. Everything is so funny she can’t help herself.

That is until Barty’s tongue is dragging itself along the skin there, collecting the cake and making way for his teeth, which bite hard enough to leave a mark. 

He stares up at her as he does it, gauging her reaction. He gets the all clear when Lily fails to stop the needy whine that leaves her throat.

Barty trails his mouth upward, leaving open-mouth kisses along her neck until he reaches her ear.

“You taste so good,” he whispers. Voicing out loud the thoughts she’s been having all night.

Lily lets the corner of her mouth tug up. “You have no idea.”

“Fuck.” He reattaches to her neck and his hands find the button of her pants, dexterous as they undo it and work the zipper down. He reaches beneath her underwear, letting his long fingers slide through her wetness, collecting some before he brings them to his mouth, sucks sinfully and stares her down the whole time.

The haze around Lily’s thoughts sharpens to want, and Barty must see the change in her eyes because he smiles devilishly around the digits before replacing them where she needs them most. 

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he says, circling her clit lazily, not enough pressure to really get her there.

“Please…” she begs, arching into him, trying to push harder against his fingers. She’s too far gone not to act as desperate for it as she is. She wants his fingers inside of her, wants him to lick every inch of her, put his mouth in places it probably doesn’t belong.

“Shhh princess,” he coos. “Just enjoy the ride.”

Once they finish, Lily twice and Barty all over her stomach before licking her clean, Lily will realize they left the cheesecake in the living room under the open window.

Oh well, she was never really going to finish it anyway.

[froggibus]

Hi there! If requests are still open, would it be alright if I requested HC’s for D.Va, Mei, Sombra, and Mercy with an S/O who’s a writer?

Thank you!! You rock! Keep up the amazing work!

Writer S/O Headcanons - D.Va, Mercy, Mei & Sombra

Genre: fluff!

Pairing: D.Va x gn! reader, Mercy x gn! reader, Mei x gn! reader, Sombra x gn! reader

CW: mostly fluff, some canon/implied canon things (we love our doctor/science women), i'm horrible at writing sombra (sorry)

been a while since i did an OW request, haven't touched the game since the beginning of Dec since i don't play for a team rn & hate the direction the game is going :( but i love the characters so its a dilemma lol anyway enjoy!!!

(also!!! i am once again bothering you guys to vote in this poll if you haven't already. your input matters to me vv much & would love to hear about what you want for our valentines event this year!)

D.Va:

literally your biggest fan

she always supports your writing no matter what & definitely shares it on her stream

will probably just game while you’re writing 

she gets loud sometimes but she tries her best to stay quiet so you can focus

does her best to read your writing but she has such a short attention span she just can’t sometimes

will write little hearts and stars on her favorite passages in your writing 

brings you lots of snacks and drinks!! makes sure you’re always hydrated and that you don’t work too long

honestly probably gets really distracting sometimes

like reading your writing over your shoulder or tapping her nails on the desk really loudly

“Hana…”

“sorry,” she’ll say sheepishly. “you just have me on the edge of my seat.”

Mercy:

your proofreader/beta reader

she LOVES to read so you know she’ll pick up anything you write and devour it

will lay on the couch with you after work while you write and listen to the taps of your laptop 

“hey, Ang, do you know the word? like the one—the word for—ugh”

“luminescent.”

you’re not sure how she does it but she always manages to read your mind & know exactly what word you’re looking for

also super helpful when you have random medical questions

she’ll break down exactly how you treat a stab wound in a dingy motel for you without batting an eyelash

queen of overworking so she won’t judge you too harshly if you work all night 

but will definitely be there to chastise you with a glass of water in one hand and some plain toast in the other 

Mei:

literally the sweetest ever

always tells you how amazing your work is & recommends it to all her friends

working in the science field she’s always reading scientific journals so your work is a breath of fresh air 

she’ll have a glass of rosé and settle down with your book after a long day

NEVER critiques your work because she thinks you’re the best ever 

probably annotates it with her thoughts while reading it and voices her excitement about it 

asks you a million questions about your work and nods along while you give long winded explanations 

cooks you yummy food & brings you 5 spice hot chocolate to keep your energy up 

snuggled up to you on the couch and listens to you think outloud 

Sombra:

absolute best research buddy

you open your mouth to ask her a writing question and she already has it pulled up in four different browsers 

thoroughly explains everything to you too

through her work she knows a lot about violence and other things

so she’s always willing to answer questions—especially spy + stealth related things 

if anyone ever tries to criticize your work online she’ll literally doxx them

probably hasn’t read much of your work but she makes it up for it in undying support 

you could be writing about murdering a public official and she’d support it 

lets you sit at her desk with her while she works and hums soft songs to you

(if you enjoy content like this, interactions go a long way! comments, likes & rbs are always greatly appreciated ^-^ !!)

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[disasterousduo]

@type1dragonwolf, Some Incorrect Quotes for our AU

Ruin: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao  Solar : What did you do op?  Ruin: A MISTAKE

Ruin: Whaddya call a fish with no eye? Solar, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Ruin: Ruin: fsh

Ruin: Here's some advice Solar: I didn't ask for any Ruin: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

Ruin: I'm incredibly fast at math. Solar: Alright, what's 30x17? Ruin: 47 Solar: That's not even close. Ruin: But it was fast.

Solar: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.  Ruin: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.  Earth: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

Solar: Hey Ruin, Ruin: Yes? Solar: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on? Ruin: Ruin: Where’s Moon?

Ruin: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?  Solar: You’re a hazard to society  Lunar: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Solar: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste Ruin: We got spring water Solar: NO. Sun: with EXTRA minerals Ruin: it's like licking a stalagmite Solar: DON'T COME HOME. Sun: Mmmmm cave water

Ruin: So, what, now I’m just supposed to do anything that Solar does? I mean, what if they jumped off a cliff? Moon: If Solar were to jump off a cliff, they would’ve done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Solar jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Ruin: You jump off a cliff! Moon: Gladly. Provided Solar did first.

Moon: Solar isn’t answering their phone Ruin: I’ll call Moon: Monty and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi- Solar: Hello?

Ruin: Tonight, one of you will betray us. Solar: Is it me, Ruin? Ruin: No, it’s not you. Sun: Is it me, Ruin? Ruin: It’s not you either. Moon: Is it me, Ruin? Ruin: Ruin, mockingly: Is IT mE Ruin?

Earth: What does 'take out' mean? Lunar: Food. Solar: Dating Sun: Murder Ruin: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

Sun: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Ruin will and will not eat. Lunar: Grass? Yes! Sun: Moss? Yes!! Lunar: Leaves? Ohh, yes! Sun: Shoelaces? Strange but true! Lunar: Worms? Sometimes! Sun: Rocks? Usually nah. Lunar: Twigs? Usually! Sun: Moon’s cooking? Inconclusive! Solar: How did you… test this? Sun: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it. Solar: ... I don’t know how to feel about this. Moon: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

Ruin: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Solar: Several traffic violations. Earth: Three counts of resisting arrest. Sun: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Lunar: Also, that’s not our car.

Ruin: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one!  Lunar: Tubular AF!  Earth: Mood to the max!  Sun, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it.  Solar, just as annoyed: If she breathes, she’s a square.

Ruin: Time for plan G. Eartg: Don’t you mean plan B? Ruin: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Lunar: What about plan D? Ruin: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Sun: What about plan E? Ruin: I’m hoping not to use it. Moon dies in plan E. Solar: I like plan E.

Ruin: Croissants: dropped  Solar: Road: works ahead  Earth: BBQ sauce: on my titties  Sun: Shavacado: fre  Lunar: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead  Moon:  Moon, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

Solar, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.  Jack~O~Moon: Hey.  Earth: Hi.  Sun: Hello.  Lunar: Hey!  Solar: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!  Ruin: We were out of Doritos.

Ruin: I CAN'T DO IT! Solar, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! Ruin: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE Earth: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. Ruin: Ruin: I appreciate it, Ruin: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Sun: Ruin- Ruin: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Lunar: Ruin we gotta- Ruin: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. Ruin: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Ruin, motioning to Moon: NOT FUCKING THIS

[arminsumi]

hi! hope you're doing good :)

i love your work, especially bookstore boy, literally blushing and kicking my feet while reading it 🫶🏼🫶🏼

i wanted to make an armin request of a drabble, one shot or whatever you prefer ofc about reader getting hurt in a mission and left unconscious, when they wake up after a few hours the first thing they see is armin and they say something like "i knew you'd be here" because he's always taking care of reader and he goes like "i'll always be by your side”

sorry if it's too specific if you don't like it just ignore this Imao, also sorry cuz english in not my first language

Aw! I deeply appreciate your praise, thank you! And ty for your request, I hope you like how it turned out.

P.s. your English is really good, don't worry!

By Your Side

Oneshot / A. Arlert

Armin has always been there for you through thick and thin, even way back when you were just cadets.

Cws; fluff, light angst, mentions injuries, pre-est friendship

Notes; gn!Y/n, canon au

Rec ♫ : By Your Side

"Armin, you're wringing your hands again." Mikasa commented.

So he stopped immediately, and heaved a sigh. His eyes were like pools of blue, reflecting his inner worries at all who looked into them.

"Y/n's gonna be okay." She said, to try and help settling his knotting nerves.

Armin pursed his lips and looked over at you. It had been hours since they withdrew from the expedition, but your eyes were still tightly shut.

"I could have done more." Armin said regretfully, his voice full of cracks like a broken stone.

But what more could he have done?

"Armin, Y/n's here because you saved them. Don't be so hard on yourself, it was a difficult situation." Mikasa said.

Armin kept his worried eyes on you. Meanwhile, your chest was peacefully rising and falling, your mind at bliss in a long dream.

"I'm gonna go check on Eren." Mikasa sighed, "Will you preoccupy yourself? Don't just sit here and fret until she wakes up."

"I'll be fine." Armin said curtly.

Mikasa gave him a long look, and then drew her gaze to you. A thought drifted across her mind; what if Armin hadn't been there in time to save you? Would you be gone?

She left the room and let the door gently come to a close. Armin remained sitting by your side, looking over your features with his brows tensed together.

The sight of your ailments upset him so much that he wished he could heal you with all the energy in his body. Or better yet, take you away from this cruel world to an idyllic refuge, where he could enjoy every passing day with you.

The idea of growing old with you, settled in a charming cottage out in the countryside, brought tears to his eyes. They welled up like they had surfaced from a deep place within him.

Just before his first teardrop fell, you stirred awake. Ah, your friendship really had a thing for perfect timing, didn't it?

The first thing you felt, surprisingly, was not the dull throb of your ailments, but Armin's presence. Even before opening your eyes, you knew he was sitting right by your side.

Your eyes felt like a microscope struggling to bring the image of reality into focus. They were tightly creased from both the pain and bleariness of waking up.

Then Armin's soft voice broke the silence. At first, he sounded far away, but slowly, with each syllable, his voice came closer to you.

"Y/n? Can you hear me? No, no, don't get up, stay right there, you're wounded."

You tried to raise your body, but he pressed two palms against your shoulders and made you lay back. His warmth felt comforting.

His voice soothed your uneasiness, "Don't worry, you're safe. Everyone is safe; we're back at camp."

You cleared your throat a few times, and let out a cough when you tried to speak. So Armin hurried a glass of water to you.

"Drink this." He instructed softly.

You took a few small sips, and felt your throat clear.

"Are you injured, too?" Were the first words you spoke.

Armin's heart fluttered happily at the sound of your voice. You were just fine.

"I've just got minor ailments — I'm okay, really. You've got it the worst." He sighed, "I'm sorry... I should have been quicker." He looked at you regretfully.

"What exactly happened?" You asked.

Armin took in a quick breath, and used that same breath to tell you everything.

" — and, well, when the buildings nearby collapsed, I think something hit your head because you went down like a dying spark. I was so worried — I!" Armin got choked up, "I barely made it in time to get you out of that mess before everything caved in."

Armin looked severe with regret, his brows were completely pinched together; lines formed between them, reminding you of the Commander. His likeness to Erwin grows by the day.

"Of course..." You said, your lips curling into a soft smile, "It makes sense that you'd be here, you're always at my side." You laughed.

Armin tensed his shoulders together and looked at you like a puppy. Your laugh had the power to dispel the worry from his brows, but at the same time it broke the dam within him and tears burst from his eyes.

He lunged to hug you as tight as he could without hurting your aching body. You felt all his warmth and affection rush over you like the tide of the sea.

"I — I promise, I'll always be right here, at your side." He muttered into your hair.

You felt a wet droplet patter onto your neck.

"I promise!" Armin choked out, embracing you tighter.

You took in his scent, and let his tender touch soothe your soul. So many memories flashed by in the back of your mind, spanning back as far as your cadet days with Armin.

The both of you were just kids then. But even though you and Armin had reached adulthood, at times like these, when he embraces you so tenderly, it feels like you're still the same two kids who blushed at each other in the canteen.

"Sorry... ahah, sorry for being... a bit dramatic." Armin laughed through his tears, pulling away after crying on your shoulder for some time.

"Don't say sorry." You smiled at him.

"Well, then what do I say?" He smiled lopsidedly, and rubbed the sorrows out of his eyes and face with his hands.

"Anything but sorry." You said.

Armin sniffled and looked at you.

"Then I'll say thank you."

You tilted your head at him, "That confuses me more than your apology!"

He laughed and, oh, that laugh really reminded you of the days gone by.

"Well — I — I meant, thank you for being here for me."

"Oh Armin, silly!" You laughed, "I should be thanking you! You've been caring for me since we were cadets."

"Ahah — have I?" He spoke humbly.

"You have! Remember way back when we were first training, you were the one who nursed my wounds after I fell out of the air - mind you, you took your sweet time." Armin tearily laughed as you reminisced, "And when we were accepted onto Levi's squad, do you remember how you braved Levi and stood up for me when he reprimanded me for - for whatever it was - I still remember that!"

"That all feels like it happened forever ago..." Armin said.

"It does." You nodded.

"I guess, yeah, you're right, I've always fussed over you." He admitted, and grew a bit red in the face.

"You have! And, so, I should be the one thanking you, not the other way 'round."

Armin rolled his eyes — ah, when was the last time he did that?

"I guess so... well, then. Go on. Appreciate me." He teased playfully.

You looked into his eyes. The urge to kiss him flashed across your body, but you refrained. Oh, if only you knew that Armin's been refraining from kissing you since day one.

"Thank you, Armin."

[justsomeclintasha]

The doorbell chimes, and she furrows a brow, looking to the ceiling for an explanation.

“Jarvis?”

“Agent Barton is at your door.”

It doesn’t clear up the confusion. Clint never shows up to her space unannounced. Something must be wrong. She opens the door.

“I’m sorry, I-“

“Come in.” He brushes past her in a ball of nervous energy, which is just as unusual. His eyes quickly take in the living room, then the kitchen. “What’s up?”

“I need to ask a favor.”

“Okay.”

“Do you know how to cut hair?” She cocks her head in question. It’s not that she hasn’t noticed how long he’s let it grow, but she wasn’t about to comment on it. Maybe it was a new style he was trying out.

“Do I look like a hair dresser?” She tries for a joke, but he flushes, eyes growing embarrassed and angry as he turns to leave. “Wait.” He pauses, fighting the options. His hand tightens on the doorknob. Tension radiates from his shoulders, and she lowers her voice. “Of course I’ll cut your hair. Come on in the kitchen.”

“Okay.” Reluctantly, he follows her, sharp eyes watching as she brings a towel and scissors from the bathroom. His stomach lurches. Distantly, he wonders if he’s going to be sick. “It’s my ears,” he blurts out. “I don’t like… Phil always did this for me.” But he’s gone, and suddenly the long unruly hair makes sense.

“Sit on the stool. I’m going to put the towel over your shoulders.” He does as instructed, clenching his hands together in his lap. It’s reassuring how clinical her voice is. “How do you want it?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. Shorter.”

“Okay. Do you want to take out your hearing aids?” He firmly shakes his head. She moves in front of him and picks up the scissors, waiting for his reaction before she disappears behind him. Instantly, his breathing quickens. “I used to cut hair for the other girls. Inhale. There was this one girl, Ana, beautiful long, dark braids. Exhale. I always wanted hair like hers. Inhale.”

He tries to follow the story, breathe along with the prompts, ignore the snipping of the blades behind his head. His focus darts from one to the next, and it helps. One her her hands move to the top of his head, nails scratching lightly at his scalp as she continues in the back with her other hand.

“Exhale. We were twelve when she cut off those braids, right up to her neck. Inhale. She said one of the men couldn’t keep his hands off of them. Exhale. I never saw her with long hair again. Inhale. I stopped being jealous then.”

She uses the corner of the towel to brush a stray piece of hair from his neck, and he suddenly realizes she’s been cutting around his ears and he hadn’t even noticed. He swallows. She reappears in front of him, squatting down to meet his eyes.

“You alright if I do the top a little bit?”

“Yeah.” She continues in silence, and the towel doesn’t feel quite so heavy on his shoulders now. It’s only a few minutes later she finishes and sets everything aside. He runs a hand through his hair. It’s short and soft. “Thanks,” he says gruffly. The corners of his eyes are wet. She turns her back so he can wipe them in privacy.

“Here.” She passes him a glass of water, and he drinks. “It looks good.”

“It feels a lot better.” Awkwardly, he stands, holding the now empty glass, and he’s not sure if he should leave. But she doesn’t seem uncomfortable in the slightest. “I should probably-“

“Stay and order pizza with me?” A smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

“From Francesca’s?”

“Of course. Best pizza in the city, isn’t it?”

“Finally someone agrees with me.”

“Hawaiian?”

“Oh, Nat, I love Hawaiian pizza.” She grins easily, picking up the phone to text in their order.

“Me, too.”

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member takes care of sick Dahyun

A/N: I got an ask on Wattpad from one of my besties on Wattpad and I loved writing it, ty bae! AmeliaLunaSky :D

The request: Can you do one about one of the member is sick this time and the 10th member takes care of her back? (The other members are not around) And with them cuddle as well? I always wanted to write those kind of stuff in mine but I always forgot to hahaha (added this just for you guys to check her book) I don't really have a specific member in mind but maybe someone from the maknae line? But it's up to you I'm fine with anyone one of them. Thank you!!

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The soft, muted light of a cloudy afternoon filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the cosy living room. A sense of tranquillity hung in the air, the usual laughter and chatter of TWICE's members absent for the moment. Y/N found herself seated on the couch, a book in her hands, her attention divided between the words on the pages and the sound of raindrops tapping lightly on the window.

Dahyun had been under the weather for the past couple of days, a rare occurrence for the perpetually energetic and vibrant girl. The maknae had taken it upon herself to nurse her back to health, much to Dahyun's initial protests. However, as Dahyun's sniffles grew more pronounced and her energy dwindled, she eventually surrendered to her younger sister's insistence.

Y/N's gaze lifted from the book when she heard a soft cough from the direction of Dahyun's room. Putting the book down, she stood up and padded towards the room, her footsteps almost inaudible on the plush carpet. Pushing the door open, she found her Dahyun unnie curled up in bed, her cheeks flushed with fever, a stark contrast to her usual bright and lively self. The girl tried to speak softly, her voice a soothing melody that cut through the quiet of the room with care.

Y/N - Hey there.

Dahyun glanced up, her eyes brightening at the sight of Y/N even if her throat hurt and she had a massive headache. 

Dahyun - Hey, babe. 

Y/N - How are you feeling? *frown of concern*

Dahyun managed a weak smile. 

Dahyun - Like a popsicle in a desert (I'm laughing a little as I write this, sorry guys lmao).

Y/N chuckled and walked closer to the bed. She reached out and gently placed the back of her hand against Dahyun's forehead, checking her temperature. 

Y/N - You're still pretty warm...

Dahyun pouted playfully. 

Dahyun - Am I too hot to handle?

Y/N's lips curved into a smile. 

Y/N - Just the right amount of warmth.

Dahyun's eyes twinkled, and she shifted slightly in bed. 

Dahyun - I'm glad you're here, sis.

Y/N - Of course! I'm going to make sure you get better soon. *nodding with a smile on her face*

As if on cue, Dahyun let out another soft cough, her features scrunching up in discomfort. Y/N's heart clenched at the sight, and she reached out to tuck a loose strand of Dahyun's hair behind her ear.

Y/N - Let's get you something to drink.

The youngest suggested as she moved to the small table by the bedside where a glass of water sat.

Dahyun nodded, her expression grateful. Y/N helped her sit up slightly, supporting her back with a couple of pillows. As Dahyun took small sips of water, TWICE's honey couldn't help but admire her resilience. Even in her sickly state, there was an undeniable strength that emanated from her.

Dahyun - Thank you love. 

Dahyun murmured, her gaze fixed on her dongsang as she placed the glass back on the table.

Y/N settled back on the edge of the bed, her presence a comforting anchor for Dahyun. 

Y/N - You don't need to thank me. Taking care of you is the least I can do, unnie.

Dahyun's eyes softened, her vulnerability showing through. 

Dahyun - You know, I always thought I had to be strong and cheerful all the time for the group.

Y/N's brows furrowed in empathy. 

Y/N - You don't have to be anything you're not, Dahyun unnie. You're allowed to have moments of weakness.

Dahyun's lips quirked into a sorrowful smile. 

Dahyun - I guess I'm still learning that, lovebug.

TWICE's kid reached out and gently took Dahyun's hand in her own, their fingers intertwining. 

Y/N - We all are, in our own ways.

Dahyun's eyes locked onto her younger sister's, a silent understanding passing between them. At that moment, the weight of Dahyun's illness seemed to lift, replaced by a connection that transcended words.

As the afternoon stretched on, the maknae remained by Dahyun's side, engaging her in light conversations and sharing stories that drew smiles and laughter from both of them. She made sure Dahyun took her medicine, brought her warm soup and made sure she was as comfortable as possible.

As the evening deepened, the room grew dimmer, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm ambience. Y/N stretched out on the bed next to Dahyun, her presence a reassuring constant. Dahyun nestled against her dongsang's side, her head resting on the younger girl's shoulder.

Dahyun - Thank you for being here, sweetheart. You're my family and I love you. 

Dahyun whispered that, her voice barely more than a breath.

Y/N's arm wound around her gently, pulling her closer. 

Y/N - Always, unnie. You're my sister too, I can't live without any of you guys!

The rain continued its gentle rhythm outside, a lullaby that wrapped around them. In the quietude of the moment, Y/N's fingers found Dahyun's, their hands fitting together naturally, like pieces of a puzzle.

Dahyun's breathing grew steadier, her eyelids drooping as exhaustion finally caught up with her as she was under the care of her baby sister. Y/N pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, a gesture filled with tenderness. As Dahyun drifted off into slumber, her fingers tightened around Y/N's hand, as if seeking solace even in her dreams.

And so, amidst the rain's serenade, Y/N held Dahyun close, their hearts entwined in a moment of quiet intimacy. In the midst of vulnerability and sickness, a bond grew stronger, forged in the understanding that sometimes, the most powerful way to heal was through connection and simply being there for each other. TWICE's angel could only have one thought as they stayed there together:

I love my dear older sisters.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[ask-healthy-light]

Gentle smiles grew upon the faces of Shining and Cadance, yet they did not utter a word to Spike as they turned around to leave the kitchen, not sure as to whither Eclipse had gone after they stormed off so angrily; but when Spike heard the two decide to head outside, to make sure everything was in order, his eyes grew wide, and he froze, yet he made sure to not let them think anything was amiss.

A mere moment after the Crystal Royals left the kitchen, Spike unfurled his wings and flew upstairs to find Sunburst, meeting him only a couple of flights up in the Palace, where he quickly said they had to hurry; for the Royals were heading outside, where they would find the effects of their plan, if they themselves did not fall unconscious first, and they had to tell Nox and Light, immediately.

Although Sunburst was stunned, and appeared to be close to panic, he took a deep breath to calm his mind, and told Spike that he would bring the bag and the Dog upstairs, where he kindly asked him to meet him with water and sugar; for although Starlight and the Princesses had fallen unconscious, he hoped his tuned crystal would help them to awaken, but knew they would need a fast boost of energy.

With a confident nod, Spike raced back to the kitchen while Sunburst quickened his pace to the Hall upstairs, which was made easier when he outdistanced Spike, and he was able to use his magic again; and he levitated the heavy bag off his back, greatly diminishing the load on his body, and allowing him to move upstairs even faster, where he arrived only a few moments later, even if out of breath.

Just as he placed the bag of books and maps on the table did he notice his magic failed him, and he turned to the stairs just in time to see the Young Dragon flying into the Hall, balancing a tray of glasses of water in one claw, while carrying a packet of sugar in the other; and Sunburst only just managed to catch the tray before Spike harshly landed on the floor, breathing rapidly, and heavily.

The Young Wizard placed the tray on the table as he rushed to Spike's side to ask him if he was all right, to which the Young Dragon nodded as he reached out his claw, asking Sunburst for a hoof; and though Sunburst was concerned for his health, he carefully helped Spike to stand up, whereafter the Young Wizard hurriedly and messily made sugary water, while Spike slowly walked over to the others.

To the immense relief of both Spike and Sunburst, and the terrible discomfort of the Princesses and Starlight, they woke up but a couple of moments later, groaning loudly in pain as they struggled to rise to their hooves; but none of the stunned and confused Ponies could even ask what had happened, before Sunburst gave a glass of sugary water to everybody, including Spike, and told them to drink.

As the others only gave him a confused glance, Sunburst apologised to them in advance, for although he hoped this little drink would give them the energy they needed, even if only for a little while, it was incredibly sweet, and would feel even weirder than that; but he politely asked them to drink it as quickly as they could, as they needed to warn the others that Cadance and Shining were close.

As the Royals were about to discover what they had done, the great risk of their plan falling apart became clear to the others, who drank their drinks as quickly as they could, before Sunburst helped them to their hooves; but just as he helped Luna stand up, the Pink Pup started to bark and pull on his cloak again, so he asked Luna to reach out to Nox and Light, while he followed the Diamond Dog.

Narrowly managing to prevent herself from falling over by leaning on the table, Luna let out a deep sigh, before she closed her eyes, and tried reach out to Nox and Light; but it was tough for her to contact them, as her energy was still almost entirely gone, and she struggled to focus her mind for very long, until she noticed a familiar feeling of warmth, and she felt energised again, and asked:

"Nox, Light, Stygian… Can you hear me?"

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Featuring: Nox Lunarwing from @nox-lunarwing Solar Eclipse and Twilight Sparkle as Twilight Eclipse from @asktwilighteclipse

[djfics]

Behind these Violet Eyes Arc 1 Pt.1

Chapter 3: Sweet Friends

Summary: Aphelios starts working at the bakery that owns by Yone and K'Sante who are a married couple who were a verge of bankruptcy but it was saved by Thresh. Sett has his moments with his mom and she gives him good advice to her son.

WC: 1,212

October 26, 3:17 P.M. - The Milkshake Bakery

Aphelios finished his classes and decides to work at the bakery, which is owned by Yone and K'Sante, who are a married couple. They were struggling in the beginning and almost ended up in bankruptcy, but Thresh saved the store, and he forced Aphelios to work, but he enjoyed it rather than being his "servant."

"Aphelios, you should take a break" Aphelios raised his head and saw Yone. His hair is black with white hair and tied in a ponytail, blue eyes and wears a black turtleneck shirt, grey pants and black shows and wears a apron.

"Yone is right, Aphelios. You've been working too much since he saved our bakery." Aphelios turned and saw K'Sante. His hair is dark brown and has a mesh hat to cover his hair from falling to the food, brown eyes, a dark brown beard and wears a white simple shirt, black pants, brown shoes and a apron that has LGBTQ+ pins.

"I can't....I don't want to disappoint T-" he tried to speak but the exhaustion beat him but K'Sante saved him.

"K'Sante you place Aphelios into the couch, Sarah please bring a glass of water and a pastry from the leftover pantry, Neeko please bring a fan from the kitchen" Yone ordered everyone to help Aphelios and they nodded.

K'Sante placed Aphelios on the couch while Sarah brought a glass of water and a donut. Neeko appeared with a fan and put the plug into the wall, and turned on to Max.

"Eat it, Phel, you need to gain a bit of energy" Sarah said. Aphelios looked at Sarah and nodded. Her hair is red and wavy, green eyes, beautiful makeup, and wears a light blue waitress dress and white roller skates.

"Do you feel cool Phel?" Neeko asks Aphelios and he nodded at her. Her hair is purple with hints of magenta, green and peach skin with a tail, brown eyes and beautiful makeup and she wears a light pink waitress dress and white roller skates.

"I know you're gonna say about Thresh Aphelios, but we don't want you to get burned out" Yone said, and everyone agrees with him.

*ding*

They heard the bell of the door and Yone went to the front of the bakery. He saw a girl with pink hair with brown roots, blue eyes and wears a purple dress with a white denim jacket, fishnet stockings, and white ankle boots.

"Welcome to The Milkshake Bakery. How can I help you?" Yone greeted the girl with a smile.

"I just want to order something big, you see our school is hosting a Halloween Party this weekend and I want an order of Halloween cupcakes and it has to be chocolate flavor with black, orange, green and purple frosting with Halloween elements but no spiders just in case the students have Arachnophobia" the girl explained and Yone wrote everything.

"Got it. Tell me your name and the name of your school." Yone asks the girl and nodded.

"The name's Seraphine and I'm Valoran High's Radio Host" Seraphine introduced herself, and Yone wrote her name and the school's name.

"Got it!! I guess the party will be host on October 31st?" Yone asks and Seraphine nodded.

"We will finish this order on the same day of the party, like tonight. Sound good?" Yone asks Seraphine, and she nodded.

"It will be perfect, thank you so much" Seraphine said and paid Yone with her card, and he gave her the receipt.

"You're welcome miss, you and your friends will enjoy our cupcakes on the spooky season" Yone said with a smile and Seraphine leaves.

Yone went back to everyone and told about Seraphine's order, which Neeko and Aphelios' eyes got wide open.

"Oh crap!! I forgot to buy my costume!!" Neeko said and took off her apron and leaves.

"Neeko wait!! Now what should I do?" Yone said and sit down and sigh.

"I know the address Yone since I go to this school" Aphelios said while drinking water.

"Thanks Phel" Yone smiled and stand up and went to work.

"Just take a rest Phel, if we caught you working again, I'll wrap you up in a chair" Sarah said and Aphelios nodded and she went back to work.

While Aphelios is taking a break, he saw the same girl ordering her order to Yone and she saw Aphelios but Aphelios hide his face with a panflet.

"Here's your order ma'am." Yone gave a bag to the girl, and she thanked him and leaves.

"Are you okay, Aphelios?" Aphelios turned and saw K'Sante, and he nodded.

"I received a phone call from Thresh, and he said that he's going on a business trip tomorrow and returns on November 1st" K'Sante explained to Aphelios, who was surprised.

"Do you know what business trip is?" Aphelios asked K'Sante, and he shook his head. "Is confidential he said" K'Sante replied.

"I know you're gonna ask me to come to stay with you guys, but I have to decline because I have to get the house ready" Aphelios signed, and K'Sante sighed. "We understand...if you need something, call us" K'Sante said and went back to work.

'I know everyone tries to help...but I can't break his shackles.' Those were Aphelios' thoughts.

October 26, 3:20 P.M. - Sett's House

Sett arrived at his house, and he was greeted by his mom, who is a single mother since Sett was born. Her hair is light pink and is styled in a braid along with her ears, closed eyes and wears a cream and black blazer with gold buttons, black pencil skirt, black fishnet tights with polkadot and black shoes with a short heels.

"Hey Ma, how's work?" Sett asks his mom and gave her a kiss on her cheek.

"It was fine Settrigh, a lot of paperwork, but I had fun" Sett's mom said with a smile.

"Ma...you should take a day off" Sett said with a worried face, but his mom smiled at him. "Thanks, Sett, but Mr.Thresh needs me on his business trip tomorrow" Sett's mom said, which Sett was surprised.

"You're going on a trip!?" Sett yelled, and his mom nodded. "Yes, he's going to go on bakeries from all around the world until November 1st" Sett's mom explained and placed her hands onto her son's face.

"I know you took care of yourself since I'm away Settrigh...but I'm doing this for you..." Sett's mom said while tears appeared and Sett hugged her.

"I know Ma...your the best mother I could ever have" Sett said while hugging her tightly.

"Sett...I'll give you an advice."

"What is it?"

"That you always be a good guy Settrigh, always and you can protect people all around you" Sett mom said, and he nodded.

"I will, Ma...I will" he said and hugged her back. "Hey Ma...there's gonna be a Halloween Party in school."

"Oh yeah, I did read the announcement, and of course, you got my permission to go Settrigh" Sett's mom said, and Sett hugged her for the third time.

"Thanks Ma" Sett said as he went to his bedroom.

She looks at her son, and her smile turns into a frown and holds a letter.

"Settrigh... you don't know about this"

A/N: This one was a bit long, only one chapter left from Part 1. Now I have to work on the End Card and The Beginning Card for Part 2. Also, Yone, K'Sante, Miss Fortune, Neeko and Sett's mom has debuted. BTW, after these two chapters posted here, I'll post the rest of the chapters on AO3.

[whumpcloud]

Tea With Honey

taglist: @suspicious-whumping-egg @gala1981 @whump-in-the-moonlight @ohwhumpydays @morning-star-whump

content: sickfic, fever, references to creepy/intimate whump, (lady) whumper forced to be caretaker, pills (painkillers)

Of course he caught it from Nicolas. Ophelia doesn't get why her brother is like that with Derian, and mostly she doesn't care, except that it means he won't leave Derian alone, and inevitably this was going to happen.

Except that Nicolas is tired and coughing, and Derian is feverish.

Nicolas snorts through the phone. "I spoiled you."

"Stop being a dick and-!" Ophelia lowers her voice when Derian whimpers. "Just tell me what to do."

"The internet is free."

"As if you would fucking know."

"I use email."

"I had to teach you how!"

"Not the point. You'll figure it out, baby sister."

He's lucky she can't see the smug, teasing smirk she knows is on his face. Ophelia groans in frustration and hangs up on him. Fine, she'll figure it out alone. She feels Derian pulling at her sleeve, whining softly, and it sounds piercing.

"Look, just-" Ophelia exhales. It's not his fault that he's sick. "Relax, okay? I'll get you some water."

Derian clutches at the blankets. He wants to peel off his sweat-coated skin, but more importantly he wants comfort, and in a state like this he can convince himself, just a little, that a pillow or a blanket is a person.

"Stop doing that, you're already overheating-" Ophelia almost growls at him when he tries to snatch the blankets back. "Give me-!"

"Please," Derian whispers, and it isn't even pathetic in a fun way. It's just pathetic. "Please, I d-don't care. Please, p-please."

"Jesus, fine." Ophelia feels… bad. Derian holds the blankets crushingly tight to his chest. "Come on, sit up."

She has to help him up, and it isn't as though she hasn't done it a dozen times, but it's so utterly pitiful that she can't bring herself to enjoy how weak he is.

His hands shake too much to hold the glass, so she sighs, but holds it to his mouth, and lets him tip as much as he can drink down his throat.

"Thanks," he mumbles.

"Stay like that," she says. "I'm gonna… figure out what to do."

"You… don't know?" Frowning hurts.

"Nicky deals with all this stuff!"

"L-Lower your voice, please," Derian rasps.

"Sorry."

Derian's head falls back against the headboard. He needs to think, as hard as it is, and presses his clammy hands to his face.

"Tylenol," he mumbles. "You've got some in the bathroom cabinet. White bottle with the red label."

Ophelia struggles with the child lock. It would be funnier if Derian wasn't desperate for some kind of pain relief. He can feel all his joints when he moves.

He swallows the pills dry, rubs his eyes, breathes out. "Thanks."

Ophelia fidgets. "Is there anything else I can do?"

Derian shakes his head, immediately regretting it when his vision swims. "Fuck."

"Can you walk?"

"If you'll hold me up." It's half a joke.

He didn't actually expect her to grab him under the arms and pull him to his feet. She takes no care dragging him down the stairs, his feet limply hitting every step on the way down. He just succumbs to this now. Even when Ophelia tries to be gentle, which is an oddly increasing amount as of late, she never quite manages it.

She sets him down on the sofa, and the sudden drop makes everything spin. The world feels like a sauna. He raises a hand to try to pull his sweat-damp hair from his skin, and can only weakly brush it back a little before he's overtaken by a coughing fit.

During it, Ophelia returns with the blankets, and tries to lay them over him. Derian doesn't have the energy to even wonder what she's doing when she disappears into the kitchen for a few minutes and comes back with a mug.

"It's tea," she says, holding it out to him. "With honey."

He eyes it.

"I haven't put anything else in it, if that's what you're thinking." She shakes it a little, and some of it spills over the side. "Take it."

It's warm, but a comforting warm, and Derian takes a small sip and holds it in his lap. He blearily watches Ophelia wrestle with the television, a banged-up thing so old that you could plug headphones into it, and then brush the dust from the DVD player.

"What are you doing?" Derian asks.

"Putting on a movie." Ophelia pulls one from the shelf. "Oh. Do you like action movies?"

"They're okay."

"Cool." She shoves it into the player. "It's my favourite movie. Nicky always made me tea with honey and watched it with me when I got sick."

"Is… is this you trying to be nice?" Derian sips the tea again, to keep down the coughs.

Ophelia gives a very non-committal shrug. Is she trying to be nice? She feels bad for him, but on some level it's only because she isn't the one hurting him. If she had gotten sick and he'd caught it, she'd probably laugh at him.

Derian knows that too. But frankly, he doesn't mind. Her awkward arm around his shoulder is better than nothing. Better than Nicolas.

"You're going to spill it," Ophelia says.

Derian tips the mug the other way, hands still shaking, and resolves to just lean down to drink instead of lifting the mug up.

[estelofrivendell]

Hi! Here's my description for the matchup trade, thank you so much again for doing this!

I’m Tori, a 20 year old autistic girl (pronouns she/her) who would prefer a ship with a man. Also, I tend to prefer the humans in middle earth (so like Aragorn, Faramir, Boromir and Eomer) so if you could kindly ship me with one of them specifically I’d be very grateful.

I’m really short, only like 4’ 10” (142 cm) with wild, long and wavy auburn hair and really light blue eyes. I’m slender but very toned, and I also wear glasses. I'm pretty neutral about both my appearance and myself in general and I don't think I genuinely hate anything about myself. I'm generally neutral about most things actually, it takes a lot to make me mad and even then I'm good at controlling my emotions. I have chronic joint pain all over, scoliosis and some other illnesses but I stay very active regardless. I’m really polite and try my hardest to be nice to everyone, but if you cross me or give me a bad vibe I can be a little cold and aloof. I’m a tad awkward, but I’ve been told I can be charming and I’m really good at making others laugh with witty comments. I tell amazing stories because I've had a lot of experience with different things during my life. I’m very generous and don’t mind helping others or doing nice things for them. I’m also extremely energetic and always have to be doing something, to the point where I’m honestly not sure I really know how to rest. My friends say I give really good advice and am very wise, and also that I have warm, inviting energy. I could lowkey befriend anyone if I really tried. Though I'm also very sensitive and don't enjoy being teased too much, so I don't tease others either. I also hate seeing people, or really anything, upset.

Where I really shine is with my large number of hobbies and interests. Because I always like to keep busy, I have a lot of different activities and side gigs to keep me occupied. In Middle Earth, I’d probably be some sort of ranger who picks up a bunch of odd jobs here and there. I currently work as a librarian but my other hobbies include:

🦉 Falconry & befriending crows

🦉 Caring for horses (I've always been a horse girl lol)

🦉 Cheesemaking, Cooking and Baking

🦉 Gardening and Plant Identification

🦉 Writing, Journaling and Drawing

🦉 Sewing

And a couple other things. I’m generally a very skilled, knowledgeable person and I’m very proud of it. I love being outside and can’t stand being cooped up indoors for too long. However, I do enjoy having somewhere nice to return to when I get tired from being outside all day.

Alright, I think that’s about it! Thank you so so much, take care of yourself and drink lots of water!

I ship you with Faramir!

If anyone is going to be understanding of a chronically ill S/O, then it is Faramir. He's very patient and overall a wonderful human being. You still trying your hardest to remain as active as possible despite the difficulties makes him appreciate you more since that is certainly not an easy task. He finds your auburn hair very fascinating since it's a rare colour regardless of country and how wild it is. Gondorians are taller than average so he finds your short stature intriguing because the shorter end of their people are most likely taller than you. What he loves about you the most is not your appearance but your gentle heart; he loves how generous you are and that is the trait he values the most. He believes selfishness and lack of patience will not get anyone anywhere and seeing you helping others even if they did not ask for any help is when he discovered your good heart. He is as wise and knowledgable as you are and also gives good advice that it is no surprise to anyone to learn you two tend to go to each other first for counsel instead of anyone else.

He's more reserved than awkward nor does sound to be a very humourous person so your relationship would bring jokes, wit and laughs that Faramir never knew he needed and Boromir makes a comment how his brother is starting to gain a good sense of humour. Your approachability and unwillingness to tease others also puts him at ease as he is the kind to avoid anyone that proves to be completely unapproachable, and has had a lot of experience with others berating him. He asks a lot about your hobbies and skills (especially befriending crows) not because he knows nothing about them but because he wanted to see and hear about it from your perspective. He shares all the hobbies you listed (except for falconry, befriending crows and caring for horses) and he would ask for permission to read your stories and even help you with it. I think he's into poetry and would share his own with you, and maybe some of them are even about you ;) I also can see him helping you with cooking and baking especially for a really big meal, and is genuinely interested in learning about gardening and identifying plants. All in all, he only seeks a simple life away from war and destruction and he believes he can have that with you since what you do reminds him of the good things life has to offer.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Take Me On Top of the World

Pairing: Johnny Storm x fem!reader

Words: ~2.7k

Summary: Your friends get a little too excited when Johnny crashes your girls’ night out.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, f receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, public sex, multiple orgasms), excessive alcohol consumption, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write a Johnny fic for a while and I finally got the inspo for this one! May continue this as a little series but I haven’t decided yet.

I’m no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

You grabbed the tray of shots to bring back to your group, the bitches already starting to get rowdy from the three other bars you’d hit earlier.

It was so nice to have a little break from work. Yes, you absolutely loved the opportunity to collaborate with Sue. Even if she hadn’t been the Invisible Woman, she was a giant in the field of genetics. Having access to her resources as you worked on your comprehensive mapping of the human genome was a huge boon. But girl was intense as fuck.

Hence, girls’ night. Sans Sue.

“Alright ya skanks, I got more tequila!!!”

A huge round of cheers went up at that, all of you tossing back your drinks with some wild hoots. You had to grab some of the glasses before the sloppy whores tried to smash them Viking style and you had to head back to the bar to grab some water for their crazy asses. Once you were sure everyone was at least relatively stable, you herded them all towards the dance floor to hopefully burn off some of that drunken energy.

“Y/N?”

Fuck your life, what was Johnny Storm doing here? That was a stupid question, it was a club full of women. You so did not need to deal with this fuck boi right now.

“It is Y/N, right?” He was giving you that fucking pretty smile that you hated. “Sue’s friend? Or do you prefer Dr. Y/N?”

“Jesus, Storm, are you gonna bother me here, too?” You were drunk enough that you didn’t really care about being gracious. “It’s bad enough I have to deal with your shenanigans at work, just let me dance with my friends without acting like a slut.”

“Holy shit, is that the Human Torch?”

“Goddamn you drunk bitches.” You mumbled under your breath, making exasperated gestures at them behind Johnny’s back when he started sauntering towards them with a cocky grin.

“That’s right ladies, it’s me.” The looks those hoes were shooting between you and the boy toy were not helping your mood. “Now, who’s up for body shots?”

“Absolutely not!” You grabbed Tracy when she stumbled forward with a giggle, frowning at Johnny when the rest of the gaggle pouted at you. “Babe, you just got engaged, and I am not explaining to all the boyfriends and girlfriends and spouses why there’s photos of you idiots licking salt off a superhero’s abs on the front page of the tabloids tomorrow.”

“Fine, you are such a mom!” Greta rolled her eyes at you as you tried to corral them away from the pretty boy. “But you don’t have an S/O that needs explaining to, and if all we can get is some vicarious horny action…”

“Christ, you’re a bunch of manipulative cunts.” You stuck your tongue out at them before turning back to Johnny, breathing deeply at that stupid kicked puppy look he was giving you. “Quit pouting Storm. Apparently, me and you are doing shots together so these stupid bitches don’t start breaking shit with their temper tantrums.”

“Excellent, I think we’re gonna have a great time.” He sauntered to the bar to grab everything you were going to need while you tapped your foot irritably and ignored the excited noises coming from the group of idiots behind you.

“If I see myself on TMZ tomorrow, I’m gonna be pissed.” You rolled your eyes when he started to follow you back to the private booth you’d reserved, sighing when you turned around and saw him starting to unbutton his shirt. “Nice try, pretty boy. Your shirt is staying on.”

“I dunno if you’ve ever done body shot before babe, but…”

“I’ve done body shots before, asshole.” All your friends were frowning at your mom friend ass. “I’ll lick it off your neck.”

“Ok, prude.” He just snickered when you flipped him off, wetting his fingers and dragging them over his throat before grabbing the salt shaker.

You ignored his smirking while you poured your shot, rolling your shoulders to loosen up as you made appeasing gestures at your friends. One of these nights you were gonna go out and they weren’t going to try to set you up with some fuck boy.

Johnny bit his lip as you drew close to him, tilting his head to the side and humming when you flicked your tongue out and ran it over the salt in a quick stripe. Being so close to him made you realize just how warm he was, the heat radiating off him and the shot of tequila you downed having a very interesting and heady effect on your body. Even him grinning at you like an idiot around the lime didn’t serve to sour your mood like you thought it would, taking things a little slower when you leaned forward to pluck the fruit from between his lips with a soft sigh.

What did bring you back was a camera’s flash going off, turning to growl at Kim when she tucked her phone back into her clutch with an innocent shrug. You scowled at her while you salted your neck, grabbing the lime Tracy handed to you and perching it between your lips.

He moved much slower when he bent to lick the salt from the column of your throat, dragging his extremely warm tongue over your thrumming pulse until you let out the tiniest, most satisfying whimper. When he leaned back to down his shot, he winked at you, and fuck him but maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to this after drinking so much because you were suddenly having all sorts of thoughts about how warm certain other parts of his anatomy might be.

You felt his tongue sweep over yours when he took the slice of lime from between your lips, his hand curling around the back of your head while he lingered there for a few breaths before leaning back and cocking his head at you.

“Huh.” He spat the rind into the shot glass and set it aside, chewing on his bottom lip as he gazed at you.

“Yeah.” You couldn’t think of anything else to say, were you really this hard up? Or was he just surprisingly sexy right now?

“You wanna, I dunno, do another one?” He couldn’t figure out why he was feeling so sheepish all of a sudden.

“Sure.” You could slap every one of those stupid sluts who were giggling behind you.

Maybe it was when you started letting him take the shot glass from in between your tits, the way your balconette bra pushed your cleavage together making a perfect little glass holder that he was more than happy to take advantage of. Or, maybe it was when you switched out the tequila for sake, because if you were going to slurp alcohol out of his overheated bellybutton, it was gonna be something that was supposed to be warm. But at some point, your friends decided they were sick of watching you two lick each other and headed out.

Right now you had completely done away with the pretense of body shots and were shoving your tongues in each other’s mouths, your limbs wrapped around each other as you ground into Johnny’s lap. You tried to tell yourself that this was all because of the alcohol, but with the muggy temperature that was permeating the booth you had sweat most of it out.

“Christ, are you always this warm?” You nibbled at his lips as you framed his face in your hands, running your fingers back until they were running over his buzzed hair and it was tickling your palms. “Or is this just how you get all those girls to take off their clothes so fast?”

“It just gets harder to control when I’m excited.” He chuckled low in his chest, turning it into a purr when you started brushing your lips over his jaw. “The naked chicks are just a bonus. Why? You want to get out of that dress?”

“Well… mmph.” You almost lost your train of thought when he pulled your lips back to his, tracing them gently with his tongue until you were moaning for him. “Maybe if we weren’t still in the middle of the club.”

“Baby, no one’s looking at us.” He started leaving a trail of wet, warm kisses down your neck until he could bury his face in your chest.

“I’m still not getting naked in a crowded nightclub, Storm.” You gasped when he started skimming his fingers up your thighs and under your skirt. “But, if you can be sneaky…”

“I can be so damn sneaky.” He grinned against your lips when you whined at the feel of his fingers growing warmer as they inched closer to your core.

“Good.” Your voice was low and husky with need while you traced his bottom lip with your thumb. “Why don’t you show me what else that tongue can do.”

He beamed and gave you a peck on the lips before taking a quick survey of the crowd, slowly sliding off the bench and to the floor once he was sure no one was looking. His hands trailed up the outsides of your legs until they were drawing your panties off and tucking them in his pocket, the feeling of his lips pressing against the inside of your thighs making you slide further down in your seat so he could get closer to your throbbing core.

“Oh fuck, you’re so pretty.” He spread your legs wide with his broad shoulders once he reached the apex of your thighs, pulling your silky folds apart so he could really look at you and groaning at the sight of your slick leaking out of your throbbing pussy. “Would it make you mad if I told you I’ve been thinking about this ever since you started working with Sue?”

“Yes, get to it.” You grumbled, arching your back violently with a sharp gasp when you felt the wet brand of his tongue lave over your entrance. “Holy shit!”

You thought it was going to be good but you weren’t prepared, the heat radiating from him making everything so much more intense. Your toes were already curling while he dragged his tongue slowly over your slit, the pressure and warmth making you choke on your tongue when your clit throbbed against his mouth.

It was taking a ridiculous amount of self control for you to not start screaming, your voice leaving you in a steady whine that you fought to contain when you felt two of his thick fingers slipping inside you. The feel of him curling and stroking them against your velvety walls was so good, his tongue couldn’t move fast enough to lap up all the slit that was leaking out of you.

The pads of his fingers found that perfect spot and your whole body seized, your hands digging into the leather of the booth while your muscles arched painfully and your eyes rolled back in your skull. Your cunt was trying to pull him deeper as your release soaked him to the wrist.

“Just fucking beautiful.” He couldn’t stop staring at the way your pussy was fluttering around his fingers, the wet tightness of your core drawing him in until he had to bury his face in your swollen lips. “Fuck, I need more.”

“Ungh, Johnny!” The way he was pressing his tongue against your clit was making you lose it, you actually lost a heel when you thumped your feet against the floor when he slid a third finger inside you. “Oh, fuck, Johnny, don’t stop. Fuck, so good. Please!”

He kept stroking that perfect spot inside you as his lips wrapped around your clit, the warmth that radiated from his mouth and fingers spreading through your whole body until you let out a thin keen. It was unbearable. This playboy should not be this good at taking you apart, he was making you lightheaded.

Something changed in what he was doing. Maybe it was the angle, or the pressure, or the heat but suddenly you were jolting forward with a harsh breath and smacking your palm against the table when your body shivered with another intense orgasm. You sagged against the table with a low moan when he finally released you, breathing deeply as he slowly rose from the floor to sit close to you.

“You doing ok there, Y/N?” He leaned over you to press his lips over the curve of your shoulder and wrap his arm around your waist. “Maybe you can help me out?”

“Sure.” You groaned when he pulled you into his lap, tucking your face into his shoulder as you dipped your hands between the two of you to undo his fly. “Not like I’m gonna be able to walk tomorrow anyway.”

“And I’m not even sorry about it.” His chuckle vibrated his chest against yours as he bent forward to nuzzle into your neck, purring gently when he felt your fingers wrap around his cock. “Ah, fuck.”

“I hope you’re ready, pretty boy.” You sat up slightly on your knees to line him up before sinking down onto him at a deliciously slow pace, grinning at the wanton moan he let out. “I don’t wanna be the only one who’s walking funny.”

He growled when you started to ride him, his fingers digging into your hips as he guided your rhythm. You were very pleased to find that you were right, his cock was so warm, like velvet covered steel sliding through your slick channel at an increasingly wild pace as you grew frantic.

Not only was he warm, he was big. So long and thick and hitting you so deep in this position that you were dangerously close to screaming already. You were stretched so tight around him it was almost painful, but the heat made it easy for you to relax. Johnny whined when he peeled down and watched you swallowing him whole, your thick cream coating his cock until he could slam you down on him at a pace that was going to leave you with some deep bruises on the insides of your thighs but who fucking cared at this point.

“Jesus fucking shit.” He hissed at you clenching around him when he hit your deep, your back arching your chest towards his face until he was almost motorboating you. “Lemme just pop one out, baby, please.”

“Ok.” All you could do was gasp at this point, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he kept hitting that deep spot over and over until you could barely think.

He hooked his fingers over your neckline and yanked, groaning when one of your breasts popped free. You purred when he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking softly and massaging it with his tongue as he gazed at you through his lashes. There wasn’t anything he could think of that was prettier than how you looked right now, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth and your eyes fluttering wildly as he brought you right to the edge.

His lips pulled back just a little and as soon as you felt the scrape of his teeth you were gone, burying your face in his neck to muffle your strangled cry as you released all over him. He released your breast with a wet pop and yanked your lips to his, tugging at them with his teeth and growling low in his chest as he held you tight and his hips started to stutter. When you felt his somehow even hotter cum shooting into you, you sagged into his shoulder, panting heavily as he shuddered underneath you.

“Fuck me.” He ran his fingers over your spine as he pulled you close, grinning when you finally lifted your head to gaze into his eyes. “We heading back to your place, or mine?”

“God, you are so fucking cocky.” You gave him an exasperated smirk as you climbed off him. “Your place. Don’t need your stupid commentary on my apartment.”

The weekend was absolutely fantastic, and totally worth the copy of the Post that Sue slammed on your desk Monday morning, a photo of her brother with his face buried between your thighs splashed across the front page.