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The Sex Love house PT1

Summary: Welcome to the love house where a lot of stories will infold, 7 participants will have a chance to live together in the same house for a mounth while still doing their normal activities, will they find real love in this short period? Or at least this is what ur friend want u to believe.

Genre: smut (that's really it) PT 2

Warning: a very manipulative!jay, manipulative!sunghoon, manipulative!heeseung, everyone is a perv in this house, reader is clueless, shameless reader, kinda stalker reader, Siyeon (from dreamcatcher) is also part of this, this is a pure filth, explicit content.

Smut warning: hand!job, degradation, humiliation, fingering, use of toys, semi-public sex....

When ur friend invited u to participate in this variety show u had no idea u'll accept let alone to find urself in a situation where u r thorn away between all this people. -how is that even possible? How can you feel this way about that many people? But again ur heart had other words…. "what do u mean u want me to particiapte in ur dating show?" U questionned ur friend from 6 years Yeri as she said while playing it cool : please do that for me! (Fake pout) we need more female participants, we didn't find ones that will be suitable for tv!

You looked at her in disbelief "and u think i am? Yeri who are u kidding? U know more than anyone that m not the type that is comfortable around cameras." Yeri sighed but insisted non the less trying to convince u no matter what "please y/n m begging u! We want to start filming before winter comes, and i promise there is a lot of handsome men u'll not regret it." "No, m not interested." Was all u said before leaving her to take a cab. Even after a week of Yeri's begging, u always declined her offer whenever she opens her mouth, u had a lot of stuff to do, work has never been easy to deal with and plus u don't have time to even take care of urself because once u get home from work u pass out on ur bed immediately and what ? She expects u to come from work and chat with random people and try to find love? (U chuckle deep into ur thoughts) "ahhh Yeri what am i gonna do with u?". U mumble to urself ignorant that ur co-worker and ur friend Jungwon is standing behind u. Jungwon:I suppose Yeri is on something again? U let a scream startled not noticing his presence until he spoke: Omg u scared me! U said through wide eyes pouting ur lips when everyone started looking at ur direction. Jungwon laughed his dimples deep in his cheeks making ur heart warm up from how cute he looks: I can never get enough from ur dramatic ass y/n. U hit his shoulder playfuly acting offended: yaa it's not that m dramatic it's just that u keep showing up without a noise so it's normal for me to be scared!. Jungwon nodded his head pretending to buy ur words: yeah yeah whatever (he paused for a second, sitting next to u) so what was the Yeri thing that u didn't want to tell me about? (He looked at u curiousity shouting from his eyes). U droped the file u were working on leaning on ur chair: You know, Yeri and her team are starting a dating show and they had less participants than they expected so she asked me to join them , ridicilous right? Jungwon didn't let a single word out, noticing that, u turned to look at him finding him not acting sus at all, u raise ur eyebrow calling his name: Jungwon? Why aren't u saying something? Jungwon coughed looking everywhere but at you:emm-…. woah? Really? Yeri did? Isn't that a good idea? U stare at him a "wtf look" over ur face: it's ur idea isn't it. Jungwon: listen i- U cutted him short immediately: Did u think that i would say yes? Like i don't get that, don't u guys know me so well? I would never say yes to something like that?. Jungwon: but why? Like it's really fine, beside u've been single for three years don't u miss being in a relationship?. U answered annoyed: No i don't and even if i do i wouldn't do it that way. Jungwon raised his left brow: ahah? And how would u do it?. U paused to think not knowing how to answer: idk, i want it to come naturally and not force it. (U shrugg). Jungwon stood up from his seat eyes still on u: but u don't know maybe there is someone from the participants that u might know. U looked at him smiling suspeciously" ahah? Is that the case? Who would be there then? U? "( u laughed at ur own word not buying what he is saying). But what u didn't know is that something worst than ur "joke" happened in real life, getting annoyed from Yeri's consistent pleads Jungwon decided to join her , they turned ur days into nightmares making u not wanting to go out at all.

So deciding to give it a shot u said yes to Yeri more to rest ur head from her nagging than being excited to join this show. It was about time u go to the "love house" as they call it cringing at the name whenever u remember it, u kept shaking ur legs, nervous about this whole situation, regretting to say yes when the taxi u decided to take to the location had a camera right on ur face, making u uncomfortable, u started tugging on ur not so long purple dress, ur hair styled for the first time in a mounths, u wished this ride to end fastly and that they cancel this show but much to ur disapointement the taxi driver kept calling u to notify that u've arrived. Sighing nervously u paid him giving him a little thank u before getting ur luggage and closing the door, u stood out in front of the house admiring how big and luxiourious it looks, stepping upward u noticed a camera man at the gate signaling u to be fast, u scoff annoyed , opening the door while carrying ur heavy stuff looking with wide eyes at the beautiful garden in front of u ,

Arriving to the actual door u stood there confused at what to do "should i knock? Or ring the bel?" Staying there for minutes one of the directors told u frasturated to just open it, u gave him a fake smile apologizing awkwardly before opening the door and stepping inside. The fancy mirror in the entrance was so elegant and clean for u to not check urself, u adjusted ur hair and lipstick noticing how it faded and only a small tint is left behind " i just want one thing to work for me." U scoffed getting ur lipstick out and putting on another layer, before ur ears caught a faint of sounds from people talking, u furrowed ur eyebrows u thought u were the first one to arrive but it looks like it's not the case. Hearing that, u hurried leaving ur stuff in there, and following the sound until ur feet lead u to a nice decorated room, too focused on the decor u didn't notice the eyes that were on u until u finished scaning the room. You widen ur eyes looking at the two familiar faces smirking at u "what? Why are you here?" When u came here u didn't think that ur hot neightbour and one of ur clients would be in the show as well. Heeseung (ur neighbour) looked at you enjoying ur reaction upon seeing him "hey little doll." Unable to let a word out, Jay spoke before u with amusement in his tone "Was not expecting to see us here now did u?" U dropped ur bag feet barely keeping u up u started to panick ain't no way these two are here, no u r not on the same show with them!

U screemed at Yeri on top of ur head not knowing how to react after the director told u to do something and stop freezing on ur spot, u coughed a little bit awakening urself before u sat in the corner away from both of them, u gave them an awkward smile pretending like u don't know them at all. Heeseung kept the cocky smile on his face knowing exectly how hot he his and that u might have something for him by the way u kept looking at him from ur window whenever he is on ur line of sight, he has caught u multiple times staring at him from his mirror and couldn't help but admire how cute u looked trying to hide with ur curtain thinking that he wouldn't see u, but he did!. Jay on the other hand loved the way ur face turns red whenever he spoke to u in ur work meetings, ur shyness, the way u try to avoid his gaze everytime u felt his eyes on u, it just that u look so delicious for him to ignore u and not tease u. U were sitting there regretting all of ur life choices so embarassed for some reasons that it had to be these two specificly , not even one of them, but both? Woah u wouldn't survive here for sure! U can sense them tearing u appart with their eyes, u couldn't help but fan urself praying that the next contenstant enter now, and she did "Joy" as u've heard about her in the magazines, she is a very famous and beautiful model, has worked with so many known labels, u were surprised to see her in front of u fangirling inside rather than being intimidated by her presence, u scaned her outfit, a short white skirt with pleaths, with a yellow crop top that shows her cleavage, her hair was styled up in a ponytail, her makeup is done perfectly, she looked so beautiful u were drooling. Standing up to say hi, she looked ur way her smile getting bigger as she held her hand to shake urs directing her words to everyone in the room hi , nice to meet u m joy." She said to everyone in the room, the guys nodded at her introducing themselves and turned their gaze to u immediatly. Pressure, so much pressure u r feeling right now, it's almost suffocating the vibe in this room ! The silence not helping it at all. Before Joy can say something to lighten the mood the door opened and ur eyes opened wide with it , seeing sunghoon one of the people that u can't help it but feel embarrassed around giving that one situation u had with him (oh nooo ) u said to urself, it was as if this cast was selected on purpose to make fun of u. U gulped as he approached, white shirt tight on his body, tucked nicely in his pants getting his so very nice black locks away from his face, He looks…. majestic. Stopping in the middle of the room he said hi to everyone and took a seat next to you making u scream in your head, he turned ur way looking at u with a cocky grin: we met again little one. U were hopping that he doesn't remember u , that he forgot completly about ur existance, but looks like it's not the case. U see ur story with Sunghoon started in ur collage years, u were so frustrated after all ur exams and the teasing of heeseung (even when he wasn't doing anything) u head to a very far bathroom sure that almost nobody used it before closing the door and started getting off, moaning at ur pervet thoughts about heeseung not noticing that someone else was in the bathroom as well it's not until u got out of the bathrooms section and were going to the sinks to wash ur hand that u saw sunghoon standing there with shoock looking at u like u were some kind of pervet

u were ready to die at that moment, not knowing what to do ur head told u to ran away immediately and from that moment u did everything u could to avoid Sunghoon's presence, whenever u saw him heading some way u made sure to go in the opposite until u graduated and stopped seeing him. But here he is sitting so close to u, ur thighs are touching ,u were sure that by this time ur face is so red, ur hands got so sweaty from anxiety , u stopped hopping for the other contestants afraid that someone else u know is gonna enter. Joy was making sure to get rid of the awkwardness asking about your MBTI and stuff and that really helped to relieve ur stress a little bit. The next girl came, her name is "Siyeon", she was wearing a tight leather dress with high boots, her hair red and her eye makeup was so intense, out of everyone here she was definetly the most intimidating one!. She said hi sitting in ur opposit direction eyes checking u out, u couldn't help it but feel like she looks familiar "where have i seen her before?" But u couldn't remember, u felt uneasy by the way she was staring at u, somehow this room keeps getting hotter the more people come, u just wanted a breath but NO whenever u look someway ur eyes meet someone's so u just ended up looking down. The last contestant was late, the staff told you that they will come for diner and suggested to chose rooms to carry your luggage to. There was 6 rooms, 3 for the guys and 3 for the ladies. You didn't know how to choose so you just did that randomely, one of the three rooms is for 2 people. You went to the room they choose for you smiling at the cozy vibes you got from it, you closed your eyes after tossing yourself on that bed, tired already and you just started. "How am i gonna live with these people for a whole mounth ? Omg plz help me" You couldn't contain yourself from cursing Yeri and Jungwon who didn't even bother to show themselves or at least send you a text before you came her. ----> (Irey is Yeri btw)

You: U bitches i'll never forgive u! 😡 Irey:W-Whyyy??? 😶😶 You: U have the audacity to ask me why? You:Where are you? I have a lot of things to tell u! Irey:emm actually u won't see me there-…. "U furrowed ur brows at her reply, questionning wtf does she means" You :? Irey: ehem that … u know.. this is not the show we were working for. You: can u give me an understandble respond cause i don't get what you are saying. Irey: Actually one of my friends begged me to bring someone to the show, they promised to give us an interview with a very famous actor and i couldn't say no 🥺

You: Ahhhh Yeri, when i catch u Yeri ! Why would u lie to me like that u could of just told me the truth, do u know in what situation i am right now? Ffff good thing ur not here or i would of smacked that face of urs 😮‍💨. Irey: i knew u would say No, like u said it even though u thought the show is mine! So there was no way u'd say yes if i said it's for a friend. Also what situation are u talking about? 😶 You : m not telling u ! I need u to learn ur lesson first. I have to go now!.

U turned ur internet off sullking, ur head is spinning hopping that this room gets locked somehow and not oppen until 30 days passes. But as soon as u thought that, u heard a knock on ur door, curious as to who is there, u rushed only to open it in an almost shirtless heeseung only two of his bottons are closed his hair kind of messy his fucking smirk not leaving his face, u stayed there mouth open not knowing what to do, u have never once spoken to Heeseung before, he is someone u kept admiring and crushing on because u never been this close to him , and now that he is in front of u head leaning to reach ur height u can't help the aggressif heartbeat pounding in ur chest. Ahhh m doomed!

Heeseung moved some of ur hair to tack it behind ur ears, eyes on ur lips not even trying to hide that as his tongue darts on his. Heeseung whispered in ur ear making sure to awaken all of ur senses "i've been waiting to get close to u little doll." He moved away enjoying ur flustred face and the way ur eyes are fully open looking at his chest muscule. He chuckled enjoying how shameless u r not even saying a word and staring at him instead, he approached u more his index finger tracing ur neck "it looks like m not the only one who has been waiting for that ha?" Not knowing what to say u kept quiet inhaling his smell secretely ofc! Eyes closed, all of ur braincells stopped working. Heeseung has that much effect on u? U thought. He stepped out again looking at u amused he definetly didn't think u'd act this obvious in front of him, he thought u'd shake him off, try to avoid him maybe? But no, he was wrong. Nd god he loves it even more, seeing how u r acting when he hasn't even done nothing it got him aroused. Heeseung cleared his throath finally remembering why he came here "The staff are calling us to talk a little bit and have lunch, u can change and join us if u want." he said scanning ur short dress and how tight it is on ur body, fuck! He is going insane already! . U noded still affected to let a word out, he smiled at u and left. U closed the door head spining what is going on with u? U shake this feeling there was so much tension between both of you, u didn't know he'd look more handsome up this close, God, he is so ur ideal type… u've never meet someone close to ur ideal type before heeseung, so the moment he moved to ur neighborhood

the moment u saw him exit his house going god know where u couldn't help but gasp, butterflies running in ur stomache u felt an instant attraction, and from that moment u couldn't miss an opportunity to admire him, the fact that his room was in front of urs helped a lot, there was a lot of moment when he'd come home after the gym removing his shirt body all sweaty and abs defined, hair messy drinking a bottle of water, How hot can he get! Out of all the days of the week u were looking for the gym ones Heeseung always giving u a show.

Now that u r thinking about it the fact that u've never talked with each other until now is crazy, but u thanked god for that because if u did u'd be so down bad for him. Getting him out of ur head u changed into a more comfortable clothes, receiving a text that there will not be any dates out , so you can just chill and get to know each other , checking the mirror u stared at ur own reflection wearing a cute pink shorts with kitten paws and a white oversized tshirt, hair in a messy bun with some strands on ur face, u put ur lipgloss making sure that u look presentable, after 5 min of checking urself u got ur phone and headed down to the living room, almost everyone was already sitting , joy still in her previous outfit laughing with jay over something, siyeon in a black hoodie and sweatpants eating god knows what, heeseung in white top and grey sweatpants "oh god m feeling dizzy" staring at ur outfit with a side smile, Sunghoon nontheless is not here yet… u smiled awkwardly avoiding Heeseung and sitting between jay and Siyeon who is now looking at u.

Siyeon leaned to ur side "what was ur name? I didn't have a glimpse at it." You smiled at her while telling her ur name. Siyeon "Y/n! what a cute name for a cute girl like u. " She said looking at ur cute shorts with a smile U thanked her cheeks red after her comment, Joy somehow only noticing ur presence now "Ohhh Y/n u r here?" U noded as she gave u a piece of strawberry candy "here, have one." U took it u've been craving something sweet since this morning, u removed the wrapper and slid the candy between ur lips sensing 4 pair of eyes on you, u forrow not knowing at what they r staring but then Sunghoon enterend the room taking ur attention away, he changed to an outfit similar to heeseung but all in black , he noticed ur gaze bitting his lips as he sitted next to heeseung, both of them whispering between each other. Joy took this moment to talk "okayy so guys i wanted us to get to know each other better but i think it would not be great when another contestant will join us tonight so i figured out we save that for then." You nodded agreeing "yeah it's better that way." (u spoke still playing with the candy until a small drop of saliva got out) taking ur finger to catch it afraid it's gonna stain the couch u watch at siyeon catched it instead taking it to her lips, ur eyes widen at that not knowing what to do as she let out a hmm sound , u turned ur head pretending like u've not seen or heard anything as Joy started asking if we know how to cook. U answered immediately "Ohhhh m a bad cook." Laughing awkwardly afterwards, Joy smiled relating to u "so i am hahahhah" Jay leaned on the back of the couch manspreading hands carressing his forhead "m good at cooking i can help." U looked his way not expecting that he does and he met ur eyes grining "why? U thought i don't know how to?" Taken back from his sudden question to u, u answer stutering "N-no i- i just u know…." Not letting u finish ur words Jay let out a deep chuckle "i was just kidding relax."

Smiling u massage ur neck awkwardly as u bite on the candy finishing it. Ur eyes shifted to both heeseung and sunghoon who seems deep into their conversation quietely as they keep looking ur way, u looked at them confused and curious about what they r talking about and thanks for having Joy here she asked them "u guys seem like u know each other"

Heeseung smiled "Yeah Sunghoon is a very close friend of mine (he looked deep into ur eyes)hens he never hide something from me, he tells me everything. "Is he implying that he told him about me?"

Shocked u looked at Sunghoon to find him smirking at u, u started to panic no way he did right?. U felt uneasy the whole time, not beeing able to concentrate in their discussions head wandering whether heeseung knows now or not. Sensing something off Jay reached ur thigh hand hanging there while asking if something is wrong, u flinched from his touch "ohh noo no m fine just hungry."

U lied. Jay smiled softely asking siyeon for her opinion about what to prepare for lunch since they are the only two who knows how to cook. Siyeon shrugged and then asked what you r craving her eyes on the hand that is still on ur thigh clicking her tongue. After they setteled on what to do, you joined them in the kitchen wanting to help in someway. Siyeon "wanna help?" She asked getting some stuff from the fridge, you noded: "yeah just show me what to do and i'll do it." Jay's focus shifted to u after ur words smiling at how cute u look with these clothes, u look so innocent saying these words he almost wanna ruin that.

Siyeon in the other hand patted ur hair asking u to chop some vegetables for the pasta she will be making, u did that Joy helping u with them as Jay is working alone frying the steaks, ur nose picked up the delicious smell of the seasoning making ur stomache growl more from hunger, mouth watering as u stare at it. Seeing that Siyeon couldn't help but laugh at ur cuteness "omg why are u so cute, Jay u better hurry or Y/n is gonna throw u aside and have the steak for herself."

U chuckled embarrassed u can't help it when u r hungry it just shows. "btw where is Sunghoon and heeseung?" Jay asked now flipping the steak to the other side. "they are looking for a movie so we can watch it together." Joy answered washing some fruits for later U smiled upon hearing her words "Ohhh that sounds fun." Siyeon smiled at ur reaction "yeah Are u excited?." U smiled back while nodding "i didn't have the time to watch something in a while so that sounds fun." "And why is that? Is it because of work." Siyeon asked now adding more cream cheese to the pasta. U sighed u didn't have a week off for an eternity, u really need a rest "yeah" Siyeon pouted side hugging u "awww." Jay turned the heat off placing the last steak beautifully on the plate "okaay steak is ready, how is it going overthere?." Siyeon also placed the pasta on the three plates in front of her, you got some forks and napkins while joy helped Siyeon to serve the table, as you got there u found a very sus heeseung staring at his phone with his brows forrowed, u noticed that he always has this expression before he close the curtains when u were "stalking him", clearing ur throat heeseung shuts his phone helping joy as Sunghoon comes from outside holding some snacks and putting them in the kitchen for later.

Everyone took their places diving into food u cutted the steak taking a piece and savouring the tastiness of it moaning at how good it is u give a thumbs up to Jay saying with ur eyes that he did an excellent job getting a lovely smile from him u smiled back , not noticing the stares u got from ur so not quiet moan.

Heeseung tightened his fist trying to brush off this feeling and focusing on his food, head still dizzy from how fuckable u look with that cute and adorable outfit u r wearing. Sunghoon on the other hand stares at u darkly memories from the past coming back to him, he'd love that moment to repeat itself now, he'd definitely act differentely than before.

Siyeon's eyes bore into u, eyes never leaving u, taking in every expression and sound u make, she finds u sooo cute and adorable she can't even eat properly not wanting to miss a thing. Joy isn't even there lost in the food she has been starving herself for her last photoshoot that this is paradise for her. U finished eating not paying attention to anything, heeseung and sunghoon offered to wash the dishes since they didn't help in cooking earlier. They came out from the kitchen with some snacks sitting in the sofa in front of the tv before sunghoon hitted play for the movie on the screen.

U were sandwitched between heeseung and sunghoon they were so close to u, both of their bodies touching urs, u felt so hot , so weird not knowing what to do after all it's been three years since u broke with ur ex and got to ur current job, ur job being as hard as it is didn't allow u or give u the chance to meet with anyone, u haven't been this close to a guy appart from Jungwon in a while, so the fact that heeseung throw his hand at ur shoulder while eating from his bowl made u so flustered not giving ur full focus to the movie playing, hands shaking u opened ur hair tie allowing ur hair to breathe a little while tying it again, ur shampoo smell was everywhere now making sunghoon inhale it while placing a hand on ur thigh pretending like it's nothing big U gasp a little bit looking at him staring at the tv, u bit ur lips feeling hot all of a sudden, heeseung took some chocolate from the table offering it to u, u took it smiling at him with a very quiet thank u. The movie kept going on, it was a romance movie you weren't a big fan of romance so u were so bored, u took ur phone from ur pocket opening instagram to the picture of heeseung u checked out this morning

flustered u clicked exit multiple times locking the phone and putting back on ur pocket u couldn't even look at heeseung side but u r so sure that he saw it giving the little breathy chuckle he gave after the "pathetic" word he mumbeled making ur cheeks as red as tomatoes, u sighed seriously when will this day end?. Sunghoon on the other side moved his hand a little to high, pretending to take some chips from heeseung's bowl ignoring the way u jolted at his touch as he grins, he kept doing that taking u by surprise everytime he does it, you were starting to get so hot after what they are doing heeseung throwing some groans and sighs so close to ur ears whenever he eats something, plus sunghoon's touches.

Heeseung asked u if he could call his phone because he doesn't know where he left it, confused as to why he asked u specificly when sunghoon was just here playing with his but u gave it to him forgetting that u already has his number after stalking him on social media just to see some of his stories that he just shared in his number, Heeseung wanted to make sure if the unknown number he keeps seing is really urs curious as to how far u went, and yeah he was sure the moment he composed four of his phone number on ur screen and he saw his name on it, he smiled more amused than creeped, he could of embarrass u here and expose u but it would be more fun if it's only u two, so he earesed the numbers and give u ur phone back saying that he just remembered where he put it and u didn't think that much about it until u saw a scene in the movie where the female lead was calling one of her friends and then it clicked to u, u gasped quietely eyes looking at heeseung trying to read his face "did he saw his number?".

But heeseung didn't say anything appart from raising his brow in question and saying "what?". Joy insisted to watch another movie too bored to do anything, siyeon on the other hand excused herself going to sleep, u didn't want to leave Joy here alone with the guys in case she'd feel uncomfortable so u just stayed: noo this movie needs darkness can we close the curtains Jay?. Jay noded closing the curtains and going back to sleep in the other end of the couch. U adjusted the way u r sitting lying into the couch u kicked sunghoons leg by mistake saying "sorry" as he didn't even bother to answer u, too focused on his phone it got u curious but as soon as u peeked there u regretted ur decision, "is he watching porn here? Wtf?" Ur eyes got wide face red so surprised at his action, u reached for the water drinking a bunch and going back to ur place , after a while heeseung asked sunghoon about what he was watching making ur face go red again, thinking that he would say something as "nothing important" or whatever but instead he showed him, his phone right into ur sight shocked u look at him but again he is not even paying attention to ur existance both of them acting as u r not between them right now, discussing how eager the woman in the video is, how they'd ruin her and give her exactly what she needs, u felt so aroused there, u know u shouldn't but ain't no way u wont with how much teasing both of them were giving u before and now that they are doing this u need to run from here but the thing is that u couldn't, u were locked between them, body stuck there, u couldn't even move, as the guy in the video slapped his dick on the woman's face heeseung chuckled deeply "look at how small her face looks next to his cock how would it look next to mine, i bet her face would disappear" hearing his words u let out a small whimper, u've always fantasied about heeseung, how he'd look while being pleasured, how big his cock would be, how would he fuck, and now that he is here claiming that he has a huge cock u can't help it but whimper shifting on ur seat uncomfortably, pussy itching.. Heeseung felt his cock twitch inside his pants from the sound u let out, containing his groan, he loved that face u had after listening to his words. Sunghoon smirked at u knowing exactly how shameless u can be, and how easy it was to make u horny, he in fact didn't caught u that time alone, it was actually u who caughted him for the first time, he used that bathroom a lot and everytime he does he knows that u'd be there getting off on something stupid.

So now he isn't even surprised, seing how ur thighs keep rubbing together, he kept playing the video throwing some comments here and there making it hard for u to not let out a sound, for a moment u forgot that u r on a variety show, thanks god that they still hasn't installed the cameras in this room or u'd be gone. U throw a look at Joy sighing in relieve when u saw how her eyes are so into the movie, Jay as well is long gone sleeping. This whole situation that u r into now is insane to u, it is one of ur very long fantasies and the fact that they are ignoring ur presence is driving u more insane. Clicking on anothor video of a woman dressed up as a kitten with her collar on kneeling before as what seems her master heeseung sighed "so he is into that?" U thought very interested as to what is gonna happen shame long gone u watched with curious eyes as he pulled on her leash guiding her to his cock before ordering her to open her mouth, pulling her hair harshely and started fucking her mouth, not caring about how she is gagging on his side, eyes watering as her face became so red, ur mouth opened in an o as u watch him use her as he want u gulp loudly at that, both heeseung and sunghoon looking ur way focusing now on ur face rather than the video, eyes dark and sharp, drinking ur expressions, sunghoon dragged his hand again on ur thigh making u leave a small moan, bitting his lower lip agressively ohhh how he wished to take u here in front of everyone hearing u moan again and again as he used u, especially after u put ur hand on his wrist digging ur nails on his flech, hips shamelessly grinding forward, he groaned deeply his cock twitching so hard, seeing this heeseung couldn't help it but to pat his cock on top of his pants hiding his action with the large pillow he has on his lap. U couldn't contain urself after sunghoon touched u, it was as if you reached ur limit u didn't know what to do ur hand guiding sunghoon's hand upward he hissed after sensing ur wetness on top of ur shorts he cursed deeply "so fucking wet, ur gonna ruin the couch" u moan ashamed but not much as u grind on his hand eyes shutting brain washed and clear nothing running there but for u to release ur stress, heeseung leaned in ur ear whispering quitely"looks at u now, getting off on sunghoon's hand in front of everyone, pretending to be innocent all the time while in reality ur just a horny eager little thing" he licked ur earlobe taking ur hand to palm his crotch, u moan sensing how hard and big he is he chuckled "what? Liked that? Do u think u can take it" u just moaned occupied with sunghoon's hand that pressed hard on ur clit and then disappeared, whining u open ur eyes barely managing to not shut them, sunghoon's fingers digged in ur thighs harshely "when someone ask u a question u have to answer little one or u wont get what u want" u pout hand still working on heeseung as u look at him almost crying u were so close u barely managed to get these words out "i can take everything, so please touch me". Sunghoon patted ur cheek in a menacing way before he whispered "that's more like it slut" U moaned at the degrading name taking his hand again and placing it inside ur shorts u almost screamed when his cold fingers pressed on ur clit hand moving in a fast circular motion making ur toes curl, everything about sunghoon's touch is harsh he took one of ur breasts kneeding it roughly u were afraid it gonna burst in his hand, heeseung took the other one circling ur nipple until it became hard and he tugged on it pinching it u almost let out a scream if it wasn't for his other hand that covered ur mouth hard, u felt like u were in heaven touched and gropped this way was something u always craved

ur eyes opened a little meeting Jay's that is on the other end watching u while mouthing quietly to not let Joy notice "so sluty" "very pathetic" he clenched his jaw regreting sitting that far but enjoying the show nontheless, u look so hot like that sweating hand pressed on ur lips covering any sound breasts gropped ahhh how soft and squechy they'd feel around his hands, ur hand palming heeseung's crotch skilfully nails pretty and beautiful just to be ruined by cum, you look so fucked out now shaking in sunghoon's hand eyes rolling back trying to remove his hand from how sensitive u are but he is too strong for u to do that, he kept moving his hand until u let out a tear chuckling deeply at ur state as heeseung freed his cock from his pants and started moving ur hand faster groaning right in ur ears so close to his release he had to let go of ur lips to bit his hand and supress any sound, not long after, u felt ur hand getting sticky moaning at this feeling u miss it so much, heeseung kept going until he emptied his balls, satisfied to see ur hand full of his cum, if only u were alone here he'd make sure u don't waste a drop of it, sunghoon guided his fingers full of ur slick into ur mouth making u suck on them "that's right make them clean whore" u moaned on his fingers driving him insane as he pushed his fingers deeper in your throat u almost gagged but held it, not wanting to make Joy who has seen everything through the screen's reflection notice, with a pop sunghoon removed his fingers letting go of ur breast as heeseung did the same, standing and leaving u there like a mess looking at jay shamefully as he shrugged his head disapointed.

U excused urself running to ur room face as red as a tomato u washed ur hand moaning after seeing how full of cum it is, u can't help it but wish that they follow u to ur room to finish what they were doing not satisfied fully by what they gave u, pussy still clenching around nothing, u sighed flustrated. Changing ur clothes u went to ur bed thinking about what just happened the fact that Jay saw u is turning u on more than it should, after minutes of thinking u find urself sleeping so tired from today's event. U woke up to a text notification, telling u that u'll be headed to a restaurant to meet the last contestant. U smiled excited to eat outside properly, picking a tight black dress with a golden chain on the collar, wearing ur favourite heels and applying a red lipstick, satisfied with ur look u wore some parfum going to ur bed to pick ur bag before u hear a knock again. Gulping and adjusting ur dress u opened the door just to find urself thrown to the wall hand tightly wrapped around ur lips, u widen ur eyes taking a back fromhow fast that happened just to see Jay looking at u darkely, jaw clenched as he come closer whispering with his other hand lifting ur dress and reaching inside ur panties hissing as u feel a weird object enter u "U really thought i'd act like nothing happened ha?" He rubbed the toy on ur folds making u moan quietly, "u see i couldn't bear the fact that i was left out " he continue rubbing on ur folds only faster this time making u squirm over his hand, he chuckled deeply "so i figured out i should teach u a lesson" he leaned on ur ears whispering "u r gonna have this inside u all the time at the diner" he licked ur earlobe "u better act well or it'd be so embarrasing" u moaned at the thought, he leaned back scanny ur fucked out state hips following his hand mouvement eyes rolled back this is all too much for u he pressed harder on ur lips "m really so disapointed on u, how could u leave ur client out?" He removed his hand from ur panties only when u were about to come leaving u whining and positioned it on ur left hip "but again i didn't know u'd be so perveted letting two men use u in front of everyone" u whimper from humiliation gasping when his knee got between ur thighs pressing directly on ur core "i'll tease u a lot tonight" he grinded his knee on ur core making ur knees feel like jelly if it wasn't for the hold he has on ur hip u'd be on the floor now "i'll make sure u come to my room tonight crying and begging me to fuck u"

No cause Jay here is gonna be 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#enhypen fanfiction #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #enhypen x reader #enhypen jay #jay enhypen #enhypen jake #enhypen smut #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen heeseung #heeseung x reader #heeseung smut #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon smut #jay x reader #jay smut #smut

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consumption; lee

lee x f!reader

warnings: cannibalism (it’s b&a, obviously) - do not read if you’re triggered about this subject and/or sensitive to this content!!! also before anyone says anything, i obvi do not condone cannibalism (i’m only saying this bc there’s a lot of stupid ppl on this app that take things the wrong way!!!!!) this is just a fanfic and i find the ‘cannibalism being a metaphor for love’ thing fascinating.

wc: 1247

a/n: this is short (and my first lee fic!! i love him sm, there needs to be more content for him on here - and everywhere tbh) but this idea has been in my mind since i first watched bones and all (FANTASTIC movie btw)

summary: consumption; the act of consuming, as by use, decay, or destruction.

This ringing wouldn’t stop in your ear.

It began in your right, only to circle around and plague your left. You weren’t sure when it had started but you quickly grew agitated with the sound. Increasing in volume as seconds went by, it seemed to follow the rhythm of your heart. You only caught onto that once your body had fallen to the floor.

You felt (and heard) the violent crack as your head collided with the wooden surface… but that ringing was back again. It was the only thing you could focus on.

Louder, louder, louder.. quiet.. louder..

It would fade and then come back full force, almost like it was teasing you. It wanted you to move, to make it stop because it knew that you wouldn’t be able to.

You tried to move your arms, but you couldn’t. You didn’t know why or what was holding them down, but your body knew better than to fight it.

Hot.

What is that? Your head turns barely until it lets your eyes search the floor beside you. Red. Everything was red; coated, covered. What is that?

Your hands wouldn’t allow you to touch it. Your heart began to quicken. Was it going to burst out of your chest? What’s happening?

Ringing.. louder..

Click. Creak. Click.

“Baby, I’m home!” Lee. Your lee, he was home. How long had it been since he left? An hour? Five? A day? A year?

“Love?” His voice always made you swoon. The way the letters slid off of his tongue makes goosebumps form on your skin no matter how many times he says it. His heavy footsteps sound across the floor as you faintly hear a bag being placed onto the ground.

Your eyes fight to stay open as your lover searches for you, only to close once he finds you. “Holy shit,” had you been completely conscious, you would’ve breathed out a laugh at his shocked state. But you were in no place to tease. “Y/N? Hey, hey, Y/N,” you were sure bruises were going to form on his bare knees as he throws himself to the floor to kneel beside you. Always putting your health before his, something you knew would get him into trouble at some point. He always said that it didn’t matter as long as you were okay.

“No, no, Y/N,” Lee’s hand reaches forward and rests on your cheek. “Open your eyes, baby, please,” vulnerability came easy to him when he was with you. He trusted you, he was yours. He had nothing to worry about with you, nothing to hide. So why hide this side of him from the person that matters most to him?

Obeying him as much as you could, your eyelids flutter some before you can get them open. A sigh of relief left his soft lips in response. His opposite hand reached up, but hesitated, noticing the puddle of blood pouring from underneath your head.

“We need to get you up, sweetheart. I need you to sit up for me, okay? I need,” he chokes, swallowing dryly as his eyes take in the devastating sight in front of him: his lover frozen on the floor, barely conscious, bleeding profusely.

“No,” the first word you’ve spoken since he left.

“No? Wha.. what? Y/N, love, you need to sit up.” He argues, desperation quickly filling his voice. “Please.” Lee retracts his hand immediately once he sees you shut your eyes and open your mouth in a silent scream when he ghosts his fingers over the back of your head.

The ringing was back.

Is it in your left ear or right this time? You couldn’t tell.

Your heart was thumping faster than you remember. Boom, boom, boom, boom.. blood in your ears, ringing, ringing, ringing..

“Y/N? Y/N! C’mon, love. I’m right here, come back to me.” Lee pleads and begs as he watches you drift, leaning down and pressing his head against your chest. Endless tears stream from his gorgeous eyes, soaking your shirt through.

“Eat me.”

Lee heard the ringing this time. It was in his left ear before his right, then he felt his heart pounding against his chest, fighting to get out.

“No. No, Y/N,” he moves back up to look at you, shaking his head harshly. “Are you fucking insane? I can’t,” a sob escapes his mouth, cutting himself off. He felt sick, disgusting.

“It was always going to end like this, Lee. You know that.” Your voice was a whisper, but it was just loud enough for your lover to hear. “Eat me, have me, I’m at your disposal,” as you spit out any words you could think of, you barely registered the way Lee was begging you to stop. Sobs raked his body as he leaned against you, skin hot and red. His body shook in despair, his head shaking back and forth, never once contemplating your offer.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop,” it was a mantra falling from his lips, beseeching you to do so. Flinching when he felt a cold hand press against his cheek, he looked up at you to be met with his reflection- tears cascading down your cheeks, the sound of your heart beating sickly fast, and those half-lidded eyes. Those alone he could see your pain in.

“I’m begging you, baby.” He couldn’t help a sob leave his throat at the name, silently cursing himself for thinking- knowing it’ll be the last time he’ll ever hear it. “Eat me, Lee. Please.”

And how could he ever say no to you?

It was foreign, the way his teeth dug into your skin. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t what he wanted. What he wanted was to come home to you lying on the couch and joining you, playfully annoying you with his kisses and touch. He didn’t want this; he didn’t want you lying on the floor of your shared bedroom, blood pooling underneath your body as he consumed you fully. Utterly. Desperately.

Your screams pierced his ears, that same ringing coming back to haunt him. He knew he was going to be hearing your pain-filled noises when he lies awake at night. Never will he sleep again; he could never without you. He vowed to himself that he would protect you, take care of you… the thought made him feel sick. It was fucking revolting to be doing what he was doing right now. Fucking gross and wrong and vile and fucking disgusting. He thinks with such anger as he devours you, love and utter desperation coursing through his veins.

There was nothing else so intimate than being ingested by your lover, filled with their purity and essence. Lee felt himself become one with you as he holds you, obeying the last order that you had given him.

The moment he feels you grow cold, he stops. He watches the way the light leaves your eyes and the way your expression disappears, like it had never been there in the first place. The last thing you had seen was your lover consuming you, taking you for what you begged to be: his last meal. Because who could continue on without their other half?

Lee lied beside you as his skin broke and peeled, pleading to be set free. He let it take him as his hand took your cold one.

He was yours, and you his. Now you were both truly connected.

Entirely.

#timothée chalamet x reader #lee x reader #bones and all #lee bones and all #timothée x reader #lee bones and all x reader #timothée chalamet imagine

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beskarandblasters · 1 year

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Looking Out For You

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist

Summary: You rarely help Din grab his bounties but this time is different. Din’s next bounty brings him to Coruscant to the Outlander Club where he might require your help…

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, established business relationship between you and Din, creepy guy at the club, fingering, vaginal sex, semi public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, slight degradation, possessiveness, jealousy

“No. Absolutely not,” Din says, folding his arms.

“Aw come on. Why not??” you protest.

“Do you really think I’m going to willingly put you in a dangerous situation?”

You sighed. Din just got his next bounty from Greef Karga. This time you were on Coruscant and you would be going to a nightclub. And not just any nightclub, the Outlander Club in the Uscu Entertainment District. The bounty is a bartender there so a Mandalorian in full beskar strolling in there would not be discreet. So you offered to lure the bounty away from the bar where Din would be waiting to strike.

“Din, if you go in there your intentions are going to be extremely transparent. You need to go a more inconspicuous route,” you say shrugging.

He lets out a long, modulated sigh, sounding exasperated.

“Fine, but I’m not happy about it,” he says, lowering the exit ramp of the Crest and stepping out onto the docking bay.

“So… if we want to make this believable I’m going to need some clothes that are more believable,” you say, gesturing to your t-shirt, cargo pants and lace up boots. You know, clothes that don't really scream nightclub.

“Alright, we’ll get you some new clothes. Let’s take a turbo lift down to the Lower Market District and see what’s there,” he says.

He led you to the edge of the docking bay towards the turbo lift. You both step inside and start descending several levels, looking out at the vast sea of skyscrapers, people and speeders around you. You don’t know how you feel about Coruscant. It’s a marvel of technology and breathtaking at night. But it’s also overcrowded and full of nefarious activities right under the Republic’s nose. It’s a complicated place.

You reach your stop at the Lower Market Districts and step out of the turbo lift onto the busy street. The Lower Market Districts are full of people hustling, looking to make a quick credit, cutting deals and just trying to make ends meet. They sell just about everything here from clothes, creatures, and food down to illegal goods. There was even a droid spa. You and Din were weaving in and out of the different shops and stalls, looking for clothes and dodging aggressive salesmen. Finally you stumble upon a shop that sells women’s clothes. You gaze at the shop window, looking at all of the short skirts and dresses they sell.

“I think this will do?” you say, turning to look at Din.

“Whatever you want. I’ll wait out there but take these,” he says, handing you credits.

“Thanks. I won’t be too long,” you reply.

He gives you a slight tip of the helmet and with that you walk towards the shop door. It automatically slides open and you step inside. You start to glance around at your options. They’re beautiful dresses for sure but nothing you’re used to wearing typically. The woman at the back counter looks up from the holo-pad in front of her and notices you.

“Ah hello miss! Is there anything I can help you find?”

“I’m just browsing but thank you,” you respond.

She comes out from behind the counter and steps towards you.

“Shopping for any event in particular?”

You didn’t really know what to say. It’s not like you can tell her the truth; that you’re going to act as bait to help your bounty hunter partner.

“Girl’s night out!,” you lie.

“Well then let me show you our selections over here,” she says, leading you to a rack of clothes a little past the back counter.

“I think you’ll find something here. Let me know if you need any help!” she says before returning to the counter.

You thumb through the different dresses hanging up, mentally noting a few potential options until you find the dress. It’s a little short but that was to be expected. It has thin straps and gathers at the waist, fanning out slightly at the bottom. It’s the perfect color to compliment your eyes and your hair color. And it has pockets. You decide that you’ll get it and some strappy sandals you see on the shelf behind the rack. You go up to the counter to pay and the woman says “What great choice! This is definitely your color. Have fun tonight!” You give her a small wave as you leave and head outside to meet Din.

“Ready?” he asks. You give him a nod and the two of you start walking back to the turbo lift. After the trip up the docking bay, you walk to the Crest and step inside to start getting ready. You hop in the refresher and do your hair and makeup. Once you’re ready you step out of the refresher to find Din holding a comlink.

“Here-“ he starts before cutting himself off. You see the visor on his helmet trail up and down your form before snapping himself out of it and continuing his thought. “It’s a comlink. It’ll always be on. That way if something goes wrong I can come right to you,” he says, holding it out to you.

“Thanks,” you say, slipping it into one of the dress pockets and feeling a blush creep to your cheeks.

“Let’s go over a plan. You’re going to go into the club and head to the bar. His name is Maro. Order a drink from him and talk him up. Karga said there will be a shift change. After he gets off his shift lead him outside to the back alley where I’ll be waiting.”

“Sounds good. Are you ready to go?”

He nods and you head down the exit ramp and through the docking bay, making the same trek you made earlier except this trip would be longer to get to the Uscu Entertainment District. The journey was silent. You could feel the glare of Din’s visor practically burning a hole into you as he snuck quick glances at you.

Finally you arrive at the Uscu Entertainment District. A seedy place full of people and neon lights. You start to feel nervous for a second. This type of place isn’t your typical scene but you know it’s only temporary; only to get the job done.

Before you come upon the Outlander Club, Din stops you and places a hand on your shoulder.

“You’ve got this. I’ll be in the back alley listening the whole time. As soon as you get him to the back alley I’ll take it from there.”

“Got it,” you nod, the braveness you were feeling before subsiding.

He rounds the corner and you watch him disappear into the crowd. You take a deep and head towards the club, stopping to gaze at the sign above it written in Aurebesh. You go inside and it's an instant sensory overload. It’s packed full of people drinking, dancing, betting on pod-racing and grav-ball, and dealing drugs. You can feel the music vibrating every bone in your body. The smell of smoke and alcohol hangs heavily in the air. There’s a plethora of creatures of various species everywhere from workers and clubgoers. You spot the bar in the middle of the club and head there, dodging dancers and drunk people in the process. You hop up on one of the bar stools and scope out the bartenders. There’s two men. They’re both wearing name tags but they’re too far away for you to read them. One of them must’ve caught you squinting because he starts making his way towards you.

“Can I help you?” he asks.

You read his nametag, also written in Aurebesh. Maro. That’s him.

“Uh yeah. Can I get a Bespin Fizz?”

He looks down to the low cut top of your dress and then back up at you. Ew.

“Anything for a lovely lady like you. Be right back,” he says, with a wink.

Ugh. It’s going to be so hard to flirt with him.

He comes back with your drink, a deep red color with a cloud of steam.

“Thanks,” you say, taking a sip.

“So, what does a pretty girl like you do in a place like this?”

“Uh, I was supposed to meet some friends but I think they bailed on me,” you lie.

“What a shame. If I had plans with you, I’d never bail.”

“You’re too kind,” you say. He doesn’t seem to react much answer so you turn up the charm.

“Let’s see how tonight goes and maybe we can make those plans happen,” you say, smirking before taking another sip of your drink.

“I like the sound of that. Tell me about yourself. What do you do?”

You give him a vague story about how you work as a mechanic at a docking bay here on Coruscant. At least it wasn’t a complete lie. He tells you about his life, born and raised here on Coruscant, just started working as a bartender a few months ago. It makes you wonder what he did before he started working here. Surely, something that warranted a bounty being placed on his head…

“I’ve had such a great time talking to you and I don’t want it to end. My shift is done in forty minutes if you want to take this elsewhere…” he says, an eerie tone to his voice.

“Yeah sure,” you smile.

He smiles back at you and leaves to tend to other customers. You take a deep breath. It’ll all be okay. As soon as you get him to the alley Din will take over.

You watch him mix drinks for other customers and every time he catches you looking at him, he smirks or winks at you. Ugh. You can’t wait for this to be over. You pass the time by ordering more drinks, figuring you’ll need off the alcohol you can get to get through this. You think about Din in the back alley, listening to all of this over the comlink. You wonder what he’s thinking. He was against this idea in the first place.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you feel a presence behind you, whispering against your ear.

“Ready to leave, gorgeous?” Maro asks.

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice him leave from behind the bar.

“Sure, let me just pay.”

“Don’t worry about that. It’s all taken care of,” he says, placing a hand on your thigh.

“Thanks,” you say, hopping down from the stool. “Let’s get out of here.”

You walk to the front of the club and leave, with Maro slipping an arm around your waist; his hand getting dangerously low…

You start walking towards the corner you left Din at; the one that leads to the alley behind the club. You let him paw at you and squeeze your waist as you walk. Once you come upon the corner that leads to the alley you stop.

“You want to do it here?” Maro says, gesturing to the alley. “I’m not going to complain.”

You ignore his comment and grab his hand, leading him further down the dark alley and hoping to find Din soon. Without warning, he presses you against a building and starts making out with you. He’s annoying but at least he’s a good kisser. You feel his hand graze up your thigh and an involuntary moan slips out of your lips. He deepens the kiss more and grabs one of your hands and places it over the bulge over his pants.

But before it can continue any further you hear the sound of something being knocked over. Both of you stop and search for the source of noise. You see a trash can by a dumpster lying on the ground. Still not comfortable enough to resume kissing, Maro scans the alley even more looking for the cause of the fallen trash can. Din steps out from the dumpster and before he can even pull out his blaster Maro is sprinting for his life away from you shouting about how he was set up. The kid was actually pretty fast. And Din was standing there doing nothing, not bothering to pursue him.

You turn to Din and shout, “What did you do that for?! We almost had him!”

He’s silent, taking a step towards you. You fold your arms over your chest.

“Well?! Why did you do that?” you press further.

“...I was just looking out for you. I didn’t like where that was going.”

“You could’ve just grabbed him. I had him distracted.”

“I don’t care about the bounty anymore. Just you,” he says, taking another step towards you so that you’re pressed against the building again.

“Don’t you understand how hard that was; to listen to you two flirt with each other while I couldn’t do anything about it.”

He hand grazes up your thigh under your dress, getting close and closer to your center. His gloved fingers trace your warm sex, which was rapidly getting wet.

“I bet only I can make you wet like this,” he continues, parting your lips with his fingers and working circles around your clit.

“Oh Din,” you moan. That drives him crazy.

“Yeah that’s it, mesh’la. Say my name.”

You moan his name again and spread your legs slightly. He takes the opportunity to plunge a finger inside you, pumping in and out. The skirt of your dress rides up more, leaving your thighs exposed. More small moans and whimpers slip out of you as he slides another finger in, applying pressure to that perfect spot inside you. Your orgasm washes over you as your pussy clenches and convulses around Din’s fingers. You feel the heat swell inside you as you come down from your orgasm. He pulls his fingers out of you and slips his cock out of his flight suit, already hard. He slides your juices from his hand up and down his cock. And in one swift motion he’s picking you up slightly, pressing you against the wall and sliding his cock inside you, splitting you apart. The sensation has you going fucking insane because you practically cry out Din’s name.

“Better be quiet unless you want someone to catch us,” he growls before slamming into you once again.

You physically can’t make yourself be quiet. Your moans grow louder and louder, as he slams his hips against you, his cock practically hitting your cervix.

“Din. Din please I can’t be quiet,” you moan against him and he relentlessly fucks you against the wall.

“I bet you watch someone to catch us you filthy girl. You want someone else to see how good you take my cock??”

You’ve never seen him like this at all. But you’re not complaining. He slams into you more as he drives his cock further and further into. You feel like you’re being split open at this point. But it feels so good. You’re entirely blissed out, getting drunk off the feeling of his hard cock pressed against your g-spot. Your moans are becoming incessant and it’s making Din absolutely feral.

“You like that, mesh’la? You like when I pound you like this?”

All you can do is whine. One of his hands makes its way to your hair and you say, “Yes, Din. It’s so good. I’m getting close,” you moan, near tears at this point.

“Let me have it, mesh’la. Let me feel that pretty pussy cum on my cock.”

The combination of him saying that and his cock plowing into you sends you over the edge. You feel your entire lower half tense up and then release, sending you into pure euphoria as he continues to fuck you through it.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl. Ride it out for me.”

Your pussy flutters around Din’s cock, also sending him over the edge. His cock convulses before coating your inside in his warm release. He continues fucking you through it until he goes soft. He slides out of you and sets you back down the ground. And at this point you’re a sweaty, trembling mess.

You’re both silent for a moment, catching your breath and coming down from your high. You speak first, “Was someone jealous?” you say, a smirk evident in your voice.

“He was trying to take what’s mine,” Din says, visor gazing down at you. “I couldn’t let that happen. I had to show you who you belong to.”

“But what about the bounty?”

“Who cares. We’ll just get another one from the guild…”

He’s silent again, gazing down at you before he whispers against your ear. “We’re never doing that again, understand? You’re mine and I’m never using you as bait again. This is for me and only me,” he says, hand gripping your chin.

“Y-yes, Din. Only you,” you say sliding the skirt of your dress back down.

He grabs your hand and leads you out of the alley saying “Come on, let’s go back to the Crest so you can be as loud as you want.”

You smile to yourself as you walk, excited to take his cock in multiple ways on the ship and sleep like a baby after.

End note: I had a lot of fun with this! Did y’all notice the drink from Star War’s Galaxy’s Edge in Disney? 👀 As always let me know your thoughts! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated. And send me any requests you have!

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celaenaeiln · 7 months

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something i’d love to see more of is angsty rebellious teenage dick grayson. i don’t know why i enjoy the trope but the image of dick “golden boy” grayson getting plastered with roy as he slowly sinks into depression before somewhat getting his shit together is an interesting picture

also he just seems like the guy to get impulsive piercings. dunno why

oooh yeah that fantasy's a guilty a pleasure of mine.

I am 1000000000% an enforcer of Dick was not an angry robin. And he wasn't because the comics show just how happy his demeanor was and how fun he is. But angsty teen Dick? 16/17 year old Dick?

I LOVE IT.

Again throwing a little bit of canon in

"When we started this you were open and encouraging. You were my father...but these last few years...all you've been doing is trying to control me even more."

This is so loaded.

The anger Dick feels when Bruce is trying control him, trying to lock him in a cage in the batcave because of worry, has so much ao3 potential.

Like angsty teen dick is so complicated to think about because Bruce acts a bit like an alcoholic father and Dick's compartmentalization issues come from his parents' death. So what would this result in?

I have no fcking clue.

Because Dick would totally get wasted with Roy, hazy blue eyes staring emptily into space, watching with a flushed cheeks as his short black hair fans out on the back of a beaten blue couch at Roy's place, just breaking down quietly as Roy rants and screams about life's injustices in the background, slinging an arm around Dick and jostling him.

Or maybe he and Roy would also go bar hopping, both of them sloppy drunk, laughing and crying at the same time while they max out their daddies' credit cards and then crash somewhere in someone's pool. Maybe they end up inadvertently on Katy Perry's Friday Night music video.

Or maybe Dick would be a hurricane of disaster, lashing out with knives of sharpened words stabbing the deepest, sorest spots of pain in people, his anger alighting a fire in all. He would be magnificent, ferocious, and catastrophic.

He could be any of these three and all three at once.

He would feel the need to act out if Bruce was becoming more controlling.

BUT AT THE SAME TIME, Dick raised Bruce and that perpetually sense of responsibility he's instilled into himself from a young age as well as his self-sufficiency is never erased so one night he would be blacked out from the excessive alcohol but next morning 6'o clock his body's walking up and he's going through his morning routine like a machine and out the door to work. He just keeps going like this day and day until he collapses and the titans intervene or Bruce drags him back to the manor, screaming in love and fear and Dick screams back and the cycle begins.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #135

Like canonically Dick ran away from home at 16, got a job, got caught up in a major anarchist group, and did a whole freaking investigation while Bruce sulked in the cave because Dick ran away.

There's so much angsty dick potential that could go in so many ways because he's such a complex character that all of them apply.

LOL!!! I totally think he would get impulsive piercings too. Maybe when he's drunk and pissed and then the next day he would wake up be like wtf. He'd sit in turmoil and a little regret for a while and then be like whatever because these piercing are freaking cool.

Bonus: no one (except the og titans and Alfred bc Dick never keeps anything from Alfred and the titans are family) ever find out about the piercings and it's kept a tightly guarded secret until a decade later when he does something in the batcave and one of the batkids notice and they're like, "DICK YOU HAVE A PIERCING?!" The rest of them just about break their neck whipping their head around to look at him. Dick just shrugs nonchalantly because time has tempered him and goes, "oh yeah. I guess. I forgot." Bruce passes out and wakes up on the floor to Dick hovering worriedly over him while the rest of the family watches in amusement at his predicament and also half brokenly because their golden boy big brother has piercings. Plural.

Bruce gasped out a pained breath, "Piercings?"

Dick stared at him silently, gemstone eyes holding his gaze as the quiet of the cave melted the seconds into hours. His eyes slowly slid from Bruce's to where the rest of the family was standing, watching them with bated breath for his answer, before they met Bruce's hopeful ones again.

"No." Bruce, with all the strength left in his body after recovering, raised a questioning eyebrow as Dick continued, "I don't have any piercings and never did."

"Hmn." But he swore he could've seen-

The kids erupted in protests.

"Dick, come on!" Jason hollered, pushing forward. "We clearly saw it there-"

"Where?" Dick asked, spreading his arms wide and invitingly, offering them to see for themselves.

The piercing they had all gotten the barest glimpse of was gone from where they had seen it on Dick.

"But you said you! You said, 'yeah. I guess so. I forgot.'" Stephanie put her hands on her hips, "Admit it Boy Piercing!"

"Boy Piercing?!"

"Fess up, pretty boy!"

"Steph," Dick visibly bit his lip to keep from laughing, "I was joking. You guys should've see your reactions - they were so funny!! Dick has a piercing. OMG. You people were hilarious."

Damian clicked his tongue. "Enough Richard! Did you implement metal into you skin like a heathen? Richard, how could you?! Who dare touch-"

"No Dami!" Dick quickly interfered to prevent a possible murder on his behalf, "I was just kidding, okay? Besides, did you guys even really see it? Like full on?"

Harper crossed her arms. "Close enough."

Dick quirked his eyebrow at that. "But you didn't actually see it right? You thought you saw something shining and turned to look. C'mon you guys know what it is - peripheral vision hallucinations. Things you see in your peripheral vision that aren't real because you are tired," He pinned a look at each other, emphasizing the words, "and stressed."

Dick pressed his lips together and folded his arms. "Time for bed. Now. I know you all haven't been sleeping for the past few days so you all are going to bed. At the manor." Dick finished, shooting Jason a look when he tried secretly shuffling toward his bike.

The rest of them were unmoved for a moment but quickly caved under Dick's patented "I'm mom-ing you."™ stare as Jason liked to call it.

They trudged upstairs while Bruce and Dick watched in companionable silence.

Bruce turned to look at Dick as the sounds of their bickering and footsteps faded away.

"How did you do it?"

Dick hummed distractedly and tilted his head to look down at Bruce still sitting on the floor. "Do what?"

Bruce growled, impatience, annoyance, and apprehension swimming in his voice, "Don't lie. To me. How did you hide it? Now. And for so long?"

Bruce watched tensed as the tip of Dick's tongue ran over the ridges of his top row of teeth, the first sign of anger he had seen from him in weeks. The pink flesh of his tongue barely avoiding cutting itself on the slightly too sharp canines that Dick loved to call his vampire teeth since he was little. He had even threw a veteran-dentist-scaring-tantrum in the dentist's office when the man suggested shaving them down once.

Bruce watched warily as Dick crouched down, balancing on his balls of his feet like a cat on a fence, and forcefully tamped down the sudden urge to pull out a hidden batarang when the boy grinned, eyes lighting with the wild fire of joy and madness from his robin days that still had Bruce on edge for decades.

"How did you it?" He asked again, not sure if he really wanted to know anymore but the principle remained. There was no way Dick's activities could be hidden for so long. He didn't invest in his detective following skills for something like this to escape his observation. But at the same time Dick had evaded his tracking skills when he was seventeen and ran away from him. But something so obvious as a piercing would never escape his notice. But a whole 17 year old boy also shouldn't have escaped his notice. However, Bruce had improved. He had gotten better at his job and his skills. Right? Right, of course, he was the best in the world. Dick definitely did have a piercing. But...on the off chance...what if he really had just seen a flash of light? Sweat on a body? The edge of a birdarang? Peripheral vision hallucinations? "Do you?"

"Do I what?"

You already know what I'm asking. Bruce thought, frustrated with Dick for lying. Frustrated with himself for not knowing if Dick was lying.

"Do you have piercings?" Bruce ground out.

Dick laughed, his voice echoing like choir bells in the spacious cave and bouncing off the stalactites to create a ringing, haunting melody as he leaned in closer to Bruce.

"C'mon, B! You know every showman's got his own tricks," Dick grinned brightly.

And you're the whole damn circus. Bruce hissed viciously in his mind.

Dick's eyes twinkled back at him.

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painfulstretch · 27 days

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idea/fantasy: i’m your overdue trans guy roommate. i share everything with you not knowing about your kink. i’ve started complaining about how sick I am of being pregnant, eventually you give into temptation and offer your help. you use teas and herbs and massages to jumpstart my labor. i comply happily, appreciating the help, and am even excited when i feel the first light contractions, i even have you time them to figure out when i should head to the hospital. i have no idea what i’m in for. 12 hours later im still in our apartment, totally at your mercy. i realized far too late why you’d been so eager to assist, and now i’m stuck on the bathroom floor trying to bring a 12lb baby to crown. i’m shouting and crying hysterically as each push wrenches me open, and there’s still a massive bulge sitting just inside. i’ve long given up on begging, the only help you’ll give is to hold my thighs wide apart so you can enjoy the show.

fuckkk anon, that sounds like the dream. getting the chance to see your huge belly everyday would already be great - i'd always be watching you, seeing how your struggle grows everyday, how you're constantly rubbing circles into your aching back and strained bump, hurting all over even before the contractions first started.

i have to bite my tongue when you say you're sick of being pregnant. i would love to see you like this a little longer, just to see how much more weight you'd be able to carry on your slim hips. but i also can't deny i'm excited for your labor. the desire to see you scream out your baby is far stronger than the wish to see you pregnant. so i help you kickstart your labor, and fuck the sight of you doubling over, moaning and panting in pain, every time a contraction hits, is just exquisite.

you're too busy riding out the waves of pain to notice my grin as i time your contractions and announce how short the pauses become, getting closer and closer to the real deal. i reach over to touch your massive belly every now and then, you lean into my hand not yet realising that it's not the touch of a friend trying to be supportive but more akin to a predator toying with its prey. i can't get enough of feeling your bump contracting harshly, and hearing you moan and grunt.

i keep up the act for so long, i start to internally laugh at your naive nature. only when you say it's time to go to the hospital and i flatly deny it, do you become suspicious. suspicion turns to nervousness when you insist and i still don't comply, and then slowly morphs into panic, the clearer it becomes i'm serious and not just playing a mean joke. you become frantic, your words become pleading. i find i enjoy it massively. you've sunken to your knees, the contractions too strong to stay standing, and you're clutching your distended, rippling belly, tears forming in your eyes. you're begging, you're begging for quite some time. you cry, panicked, when i force my fingers inside you to check your dilation - you're dilating fast.

it takes hours until you give up and surrender to your fate of being my own personal entertainment. by now you're too deep into labor to try and argue anymore anyway. your panting and moaning has turned to screaming and sobbing. transition was definitely one of my favorite things to witness - the most painful part of labor. the way you shrieked and thrashed, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. it lasted almost two hours, and i was thrilled the entire time, couldn't take my eyes off you for a single moment. i was kind of disappointed when it was over and you calmed down a little to take a breather. i decided you needed a proper birthing place - if you kept doing it here, our fine carpet might get dirty with your fluids. i dragged you to your feet, forcing you to walk to the bathroom despite the unbearable pressure in your pelvis. gravity brought the baby down faster.

and now we're here, on the bathroom floor. we have been for several hours now. the head is truly enormous, that bulge is probably the most beautiful thing i've ever seen. your skin stretched taut, an angry bruised red, and your lips fluttering around the top of the baby's head, trying to open up enough to let it pass. you've been trying for so long and still can barely get it crowning. i'm surprised you even got it all the way to your lips through your narrow hips if i'm honest.

your shouting and crying is music to my ears. your trembling, sweating body and your face scrunched up in agony are what my dreams are made of. i've watched you for twelve hours already, i'll gladly watch you for another twelve, or even more. i don't want it to end. i'll wait until you've got the head to a crown - i want to see how you react to the famous ring of fire, i want to see you writhe and wail as the burning stretch reaches its widest, most agonizing point -, i'll let you have that feeling of success for a few minutes because i'm not a monster, despite what you may think right now, you know? you can feel happy about your accomplishment. and when you've had your share, i'll place my hand on your bulging pussy.

didn’t i say i'd love to see you pregnant a bit longer but prefer seeing you suffer through labor? well, i realised... why choose when i can have both? i'll place my hand on the baby's head and give it a nice gentle shove. oh, the scream you let out as that white hot pain sears through your nether region up into your entire body will be glorious

#stretch answers #birth kink #painful birth #difficult birth #labor pain #labor kink #birth denial #mpreg birth #mpreg #adding a read more cut because this turned out relatively long! lol #i just really loved this #thanks anon

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sparklewrites1 · 7 months

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Well...

A/n sept 23: I kinda edited this just slightly.ALSO THJS CAME FROM A REQUEST WHICH I CURRENTKY CANT FIND.

Scream 4!Sidney Prescott x Reader

Warnings: light sexual content (its a short scene thats not too explicit but it's still spicy.), mentions of sexual activities, profanity, slight age gap (reader's 24-25 and sidney's 31-32.) Reader is the bottom. Kinda getting caught but also not really

A/N: it tool entirely too long to write this. I cut down the spicy part because I went way out of my comfort zone and I didn't wanna post that since it goes against my writing rules. Also I added in my own little annotations while writing just to lighten the mood cause I was stressed.

Word count: 2k

This is wrong. This is so very wrong. Jill's cousin. You were in bed with Jill’s cousin. You were in bed with the cousin of the girl you used to babysit.

Granted, you didn’t really know who Sidney was until approximately last year. Yes, you had heard her name in passing a few times in the years prior to now, but you never really bothered to look into who she was.

That was until, a few nights ago. Sidney had decided to visit Woodsboro again after years of being gone. The day after she arrived was the first time you met her. And saying she was gorgeous was a vast understatement.

You stood in the entryway of the kitchen as you stared through the small crowd of friends and family who gathered at Jill’s house. Your eyes were placed on one singular person. They were placed on her.

“Why are you looking at my cousin like that?” You hadn’t noticed Jill’s presence behind you until she spoke up.

“Like what?” You tried to act clueless.

“Like that.” She stated. “Like she’s “hot” or something.” Jill grimaced at her own words and let out an “Ew.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. Don’t lie to me.” She gave an annoyed sigh. “Please don’t stand here and look at her weirdly all night. You can go talk to her, but don’t be weird about that either.”

“I don’t need your permission to talk to her, I’m a grown woman. I’m literally your babysitter.”

“You were my babysitter.” She corrected you as she rolled her eyes. “Just go talk to her so I don’t have to watch you make eyes at her all night.” She began to walk away but stopped once she got to the stairs. “And don’t try anything funny. You already spend enough time around my family as it is.” Jill warned as she continued to walk to her bedroom.

You rolled your eyes as you turned to enter the kitchen. You were feeling quite parched. You opened the cabinet and grabbed a glass. You walked over to the sink and filled your glass with water. As you raised your glass to your lips, an unfamiliar voice piped up behind you.

“I don’t think we’ve met before.” You flinched at the unexpected sound. You quickly turned around. Only to be met with the sight of the same ethereal woman you were staring at before, walking towards you. “Sorry if I startled you. I’m Sidney by the way.”

“I know. I mean- I don’t know but I do. I mean I don’t not know you! I know-I know who you are, I just don’t know you…?” You cringed at your nervous outburst. “I um- I’m (Name).”

Sidney let out a small chuckle at your behavior.

“Hi, (Name). It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled as she held out her hand to shake. You took her hand in yours and gave it a light shake.

“And for the record, we haven’t met before. I was Jill’s babysitter.”

“Really? I’m surprised she never told me about you.”

“Yeah, she tends to forget about me.” You joke. Sidney lets out another chuckle. Goodness, that was a beautiful sound. You let a small smile grace your lips as you lean against the counter behind you. “So how long you plan on staying in town?”

“About a week or so. I have work to do back at home so I can’t stay too long.”

“Yeah I totally get that…” a somewhat awkward silence befell (ooh girl look at you with your fancy words) you two. “So are you sleeping here tonight or are you staying at an inn or something?”

“I’m sleeping here, in the guest room.” She gestured towards the stairs.

“Oh that’s nice. I used to sleep there when Kate went on business trips and I had to take care of Jill for a few days. I made a lot of great memories up there.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of memories?”

You don’t know exactly what happened next, but you do know that somehow you ended up in the position you were in now. And that position was in Sidney Prescott’s lap. In the same guest room you were conversing about.

Her lips fervently pressed against yours as her hand gently caressed your thigh. Her hand slowly traveled up your torso, she started to massage your chest as she removed her lips from yours and trailed kisses down to your neck. A string of curses left your lips, and Sidney quickly shushed you.

“You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?” She whispered in your ear.

“No,” You swallowed nervously. “No I don’t.”

You let out a moan as Sidney’s hand suddenly cupped your heat, massaging you through your panties.

You ground your core (...?) against her palm as you bit your bottom lip to try and suppress your noise, but to no avail.

You moaned as quietly as you were capable of. You wrapped your arms around her bare shoulders and dug your nails into her skin as the pleasure you were feeling continued to rise.

“Fuck, I think-” You groaned in frustration when Sidney removed her hand from your lower region. “What are you-” Your sentence was interrupted when Sidney pushed you down onto the mattress, you were now laying on your back, with your head on the very comfortable pillows.

Sidney pressed her lips against yours once more, but this time it was slow and sensual.

She removed her lips from yours and began trailing kisses down to your neck,

then your chest,

then your stomach,

and then she finally stopped at your thighs and began her work.

“Do you hear that?” Jill asked Kirby, who was sitting next to her on the couch, happily watching 'Meet the Robinsons'.

"Hear what?" She queried.

"That creaking noise. I can't be the only one that hears it." Jill grabbed the remote from off of the coffee table and pressed the pause button.

"Hey! I was w-" Kirby was cut off by the sound of Jill shushing her.

"Listen." Jill said.

Kirby listened closely until she could hear a faint continuous creaking sound.

"What is that?" Kirby asked.

"I dunno." Jill got up from her seat and walked towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?"

"I think it's coming from upstairs." Jill said as she continued up the stairs. And Kirby followed her.

As they arrived upstairs the creaking sound became louder, and along with it was the faint sound of voices.

Kirby and Jill shot each other confused looks as they followed to sound.

They ended up in front of the guest room door, and what they heard was likely to scar them for life.

"Oh, Sidney!"

Their looks of confusion quickly twisted into horrified expressions. They both held back gasps as they ran back down the stairs. They both plopped down on the couch at the same time.

"Was that-"

"Yes." Jill's bottom lip quivered.

"Were they-"

"Yes!" Jill shouted.

"Oh my gosh!" Kirby grasped the sides of her head with her hands. "They were fucking!"

"I know!" Jill screamed.

"They were doing it! They are doing it!" Kirby grasped Jill by the shoulders and shook her.

"I know!" Jill shouted. Her eyes were closed and her face was contorted in disgust.

"I think I'm gonna vomit." Kirby whined.

"At least you didn't hear your cousin fucking your old babysitter!" Jill complained.

"What are we gonna do?!"

"What you’re gonna do is start up your car. What I’m gonna do is pack up some clothes and stay at your house tonight. Because I am not gonna be under the same roof as them tonight.” Jill stated.

“Sounds good to me!” Kirby exclaimed as they both sprinted off in different directions.

“That was amazing.” You exhaled as you pulled the comforter up to your chest.

“Agreed.”

But your bliss was only momentary, because you soon realized that it was far past your time to go home.

"Oh shit!" You jumped up from the bed scouring the room for your clothes. "Where are my pants?!"

"Over there." She pointed to the corner of the room.

"How the fuck did they get over there?" You rushed to pull them onto your legs. "Tonight was amazing and all- and I hope we could see each other again soon, but I really gotta go!" You hurriedly exclaimed before rushing out the door.

As you were running down the stairs you saw Jill standing in front of the front door with a backpack.

"Oh! H-Hey Jill what are you doin'?... still awake…" You gave her an awkward smile, now realizing there's a possibility that she could've been aware of your previous activities.

She didn't respond, she only stared at you with an expression of what looked like a mix of fear, disgust, and disappointment. You could infer that she most likely knew what you did.

"Bye." That was the only thing she said before walking out of the door. After a few moments you heard the sound of an engine revving up, it must've been Kirby picking her up.

Not long after the car drove off you went outside to get to your own car.

After starting up the engine you sat in silence for a few moments.

You let your forehead rest against the steering wheel. That’s when all the emotions hit you. Your heart was racing, your face was burning, and your legs were trembling as your face burned in embarrassment. But despite your negative feelings, you felt a hint of excitement. You silently thought to yourself,

‘Maybe we could do this again…’

You turned your head to stare at the Prescott house. Maybe… Just maybe…

Screw it.

You opened the car door and got out of the driver's seat.

You strode down the path to the front door of the house. When you arrived, you reached in your pocket and grabbed the key that Kate gave you a while back.

When you finally unlocked the door you turned the knob and pushed it open and lo and behold there she was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh- You’re back, did you forget something?” She gave you a friendly smile.

“No, I didn’t. I…” You trailed off, with a wave of shyness hitting you. But you managed to continue your sentence after a few short seconds. “I wanted to…” You took a deep breath. “I wanted to ask for your number and maybe ask you out… on a date.”

“Oh!” She laughed nervously. Was that a bad thing? Was this a mistake? Did you misread the signs- wait- what signs? She literally just fucked you.

You gulped.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No!” Sidney blurted. She cleared her throat before speaking again, this time her words came out at a lower volume. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I was just caught off guard- I didn’t expect you to come back, and I most certainly didn’t expect you to ask me out.” She took a breath. “But, my answer is yes to both questions.”

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh my gosh, I- that's great I mean- I mean- cool- um, is Saturday good?”

“Saturday’s great.” A warm smile graced Sidney’s lips.

“Great! I’ll uh… See you then I guess. Goodnight.” You started to reach out for a hug but stopped because that would be too intimate, right? Then you started to reach out for a handshake but that felt too casual. Before you could decide on what to do Sidney moved closer to you and leaned towards you, she gave you a soft peck on the cheek.

“Goodnight, (Name).”

You smiled and gave her a small wave before walking out of the front door, and back to your car.

When you got inside, you sat in silence once more, but this time, the silence was a comfortable one. After a few moments you let out a laugh of disbelief. Holy shit. You asked someone out and didn’t get rejected! Your confidence meter was sky high.

A warm fuzzy feeling surrounded your chest as a goofy smile fell on your lips and you started the car.

You drove off into the dark, your mind never leaving what was now the memory of the amazing night that you just experienced.

#sidney prescott fanfic #sidney prescott #sidney prescott x reader

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residentdormouse · 1 year

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Find the Word Tag

Thank you for the tag @verba-writing!! I love these games too!!

This one was a challenge to be honest. Plus, I don't really have the projects right now to insert what I couldn't find. But you know what I did find? Clinger typos 🤦‍♀️ - a work is never truly done, is it?

My Words Were: Eternal, Whisper, Present, Sunshine/Sun, & Leather.

If you would like to play - No Pressure Tagging: @asirensrage , @imagine-you , @mrsmungus , @darsynia , @scienceoftheidiot & open tag to anybody who would like to join. Please '@' me.

Your words are: Playful, Energy/Energized, Exhausted, Delight/Delightful, Sorrow

(Answers below the cut cause brevity - not my strong suit. Also, slight spoilers in being that they're mostly from Diving and not Spiral.)

Eternity

(I have no instances of “Eternal”. Can you believe that shit?! Closest I came was eternity, so I hope you don’t mind if I substitute.)

“It’s nothing, Dinny. He’s trying to get me to go home.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s trying to protect me.”

“Why?”

“Because…”

‘Because I care about you.’ The admission, along with Nick’s current expression, broke her up inside, and caused her own animated signed response.

‘And that’s why I’m here!’

It was the first signed response that she did in the heat of the moment. Watching him process the declaration felt like both an eternity and a second. The progression from confusion to acceptance to caring to worry, the slight changes in his expressions read clearly to her by this point. The combination of this image along with the increased adrenaline from the situation as a whole, it pushed her to act where she normally would have stood still, lips pressing against his, arms around his neck, holding him to that moment, to that spot.

“Ewww, you kissed.”

“Yeah, we did.”

“Why?”

Whisper

"This isn't just paranoia, is it?"

"No. I don't think it is."

Nothing more was said as they continued their walk through the lobby, corridors, shared spaces… for the first time since Max arrived here all those years ago, it felt off. Everything rang as wrong, and her instincts were screaming to get out. Glaring eyes, whispered voices…

Eye contact avoided, head hung low, Max powered through the building with a quick pace towards the suites with Harold close beside, mimicking her actions. The only thankful feeling came from making it to their hallway without incident, but even that was short lived.

Crying was the first sound she recognized, and nothing further was needed to have her pick up speed.

"Dinny! Dinny, what happened?!"

The words started forming before she even got to the door. Before she could see it hanging open. Before she spotted Nick and Steph inside comforting the small child. Lloyd, however, was noticeably absent.

Present

Meandering around the edge of camp, she spotted a decent sized stick resting in the tall grass. A perfect walking stick and as good as anything to poke about. She snatched it up and quickly got a decent rhythm of walking support to explorative poke in darker areas. No growls were heard. No red eyes glared.

She got most of the way around their base setup when she heard footsteps behind her.

"Had a bad one, huh?" She took a deep breath before she turned to face him; well, as close to facing him as she could muster. Her eyes locked on the ground, and she only noticed out of her peripherals that Glen was offering his vape. It took a second to shake herself back to the present, but she accepted the offer once she finally felt in control again. He was giving her a smile, but all she felt was pain. Guilt in the center of her chest. Eating at her. She needed to focus elsewhere.

"Did you tell him to 'fuck off'?"

Sunshine/Sun

The sun poked through the scattered breaks in the green canopy above them, and Hayden felt herself leaning into Glen from her spot on the polished metal bench.

It wasn’t hard to find picturesque views in the area, and she was pretty sure that was a deliberate design. She wasn’t going to complain though, and she was sure Glen didn’t have any concerns on that front. The thought was confirmed as his arm wrapped around her shoulders comfortably, allowing her to fall further against him.

The need for a slight reprieve was felt by all of them, and no one, not even Glen, could object when Nick jotted down the suggestion in his notepad. Food was addressed, and they had a safe space they could go back to for the night. That was enough to earn the time to relax and process. For Hayden and Glen, that meant finding a private spot to adjust and contemplate everything that happened in a tranquil setting.

“How’d we get here, Giggles?”

“Right?”

They shared a laugh as a light breeze went through the peaceful grove they found for a sanctuary.

Leather

"Alright, well if that's all over, I'm gonna head out here until we all find our clothes. Cover it up, Grandpa. You two. Full judgment here. Fucking gross…"

Max sent a wink towards Hayden indicating it was just her way of playfully giving them shit. Tactless? Maybe. Did she really care? Meh…

Abrasiveness was one of her many features. It was her way of weeding out the weak. You wanted to be worthy of her inner circle, you were getting the full version of her. Fuckery was another fine tactic in her personal arsenal. Both were used on the regular. Why bother wasting time, nobody had it to spare.

She strode out of the bedroom and off to the entryway, not hesitating to open the closet and dig out a brown leather jacket.

“Nice style…”

“I’ll be sure to pass that along to its owner next time I see her...” Hayden came out from the bedroom, still in the process of throwing on a warmer sweater. Right on her heels was Lloyd, still harnessing a highly anxious energy. Glen was the last to come out, buttoning up the flannel over his plain white t-shirt.

“Alright, let’s get this shit over with.” Max adjusted the position of the jacket on her shoulders, and nodded her head at the group, eyebrows flashing up to highlight the excitement that was building up behind the aloof facade.

#mouse's tag games & reblogs #they're not the best excerpts #but I thought that about all options #tbf it's after 9pm #and you know - the horrors #can't trust them

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randominternetartist · 10 months

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Never In Heart | chapter 2: Into The Fire

This was co-written with @emburrae, so go give them some love!

One more and we're done

This chapter took so long but we're super proud of it

The potions Techno grabs are regen, healing, invisibility, strength, swiftness, weakness, and slowness respectively

Enjoy!

Read it on AO3!

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Techno returns home tired and spent, but it seems like his battle with the Butcher Army is not over yet.

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“What?” Phil asks in a clipped tone.

Quackity steps forward. “We’re searching your house.”

Phil blocks the doorway. “No”

Quackity glares at him. “Then where’s Technoblade?”

“Why would I know?” The blonde answers, question clearly rhetorical.

“We figured you of all people would know where he’s gone to,” Fundy says.

Phil scoffs. “Have you checked his house?”

Quackity tries to push past him. “He’s not stupid enough to go back there.”

Phil pushes him back, saying, “Does it look like he came here to tell me where he was going? I saw him run off on Carl, same as you! And it’s not like there’s been time for him to come and tell me he was going.”

Fundy pushes Phil back with the help of Quackity. “You think we don’t know you have a secret base?” The fox hybrid starts.

“He would definitely have shown you where that is,” Quackity finishes as they both step inside the house with Ranboo following behind.

“Telling me would kind of go against the whole point of the base being a secret.”

Fundy scoffs. “You want me to believe you two actually keep secrets from each other?”

Quackity raises his crossbow. “Alright, I’m done fucking around. Step aside, Philza.”

Phil stares down the arrow of the crossbow. “Absolutely not.”

Quackity’s eye twitches.

Phil ducks his head to the side just as the trigger is pulled. The arrow hits the opposing wall.

Phil grabs Quackity’s arm and pulls, bringing him down on the immortal’s lifted knee.

Fundy pulls a sword from his inventory and swings it at Phil. The man lets go of the avian and steps back, edge knicking his shoulder.

Fundy steps forward and swings at Phil again. Phil ducks and dodgers as Fundy keeps attacking, all the while Quackity gasps for air. Ranboo tries to pull him back from the fight but he resists.

Phil spots an opening on Fundy’s attack and takes a swing with his claws. It’s a clear path.

Suddenly he’s deeper in the house, confused and disoriented. Arms unwrap themselves from his torso and he almost loses his footing, flaring out his wings to regain his balance.

Pain flares at his side as Fundy cuts into his arm and Phil gasps. An arrow hits his good wing, and a short scream tears itself from his throat.

Phil acts on instinct and lunges for Quackity. The man shoots another arrow, which lands on Phil’s leg, but quickly the immortal has the avian pinned under him.

Then something hard hits his temple and Phil is suddenly on the ground, a sword at his neck and a foot on his wing.

“Search the house, Fundy. I can take care of him now,” Quackity says, pointing the crossbow at Phil’s heart.

“Seriously? Mate, you’ve already torn this place apart once,” Phil says with exasperation. “What do you expect to find?”

“Search the corners and the chests, take everything out of them if you need to!”

“What?! I told you there’s no—” Phil starts but Quackity pressing the crossbow closer shuts him up quick.

“Shut the fuck up. If you say another fucking word I will shoot your eye, then your wings, then I’ll keep going until you die from bloodloss,” Quackity says with a calm facade that does nothing to hide his rage.

Phil stays quiet and watches as Fundy carelessly throws his items out of the chest; as Ranboo moves furniture and looks around at the nooks and crannies of Phil’s house; as Quackity gives the crossbow to Ranboo and joins Fundy on the search because he doesn’t think that Ranboo is doing enough. He also notices how Ranboo’s grip is loose and unsteady.

“Ranboo?” Phil whispers. He has a feeling the ender hybrid doesn’t want to be here.

The boy doesn’t speak.

“Come on, mate. You know there’s nothing here, they’re only doing this because they’re angry.”

Ranboo shifts a little and his ear twitches but he stays quiet.

“Please, Ranboo, lower the crossbow.” Phil knows he shouldn’t be messing with Ranboo like this but Quackity’s unstable and one wrong move could lead to both of them being hurt, or worse.

“Stay quiet.” Ranboo’s tone is urgent and afraid.

“Please, help me get out of here,” Phil says as calmly as he can manage. “I know you’re scared but–”

Quackity’s stomping footsteps stop Phil in his tracks. “I thought I told you to shut the fuck up, Philza!” He rips the crossbow from Ranboo’s hands and shoots Phil’s shoulder. “Next one is going on that pretty little wing of yours.” He turns to Ranboo and reaches for the boy. “As for you–”

Ranboo turns his attention towards Quackity. He notices how mad Quackity truly is just by looking at his body language. The avian grips Ranboo’s arm and with his other hand, slaps the heterochromic teen across the face. The slap was so loud that Fundy looked over his shoulder, and his jaw drops when he sees Ranboo stumble backwards a little bit.

“I thought I told you to WATCH him, not TALK to him!” Quackity yells as Ranboo’s hand instantly went up to his cheek where he had just been slapped.

Ranboo didn’t say anything as he felt the emotions running through him all at once, a feeling of fear, sadness, and a bit of anger.

Fundy narrows his eyes. “Quackity, calm down.”

The avian turns to him. “Don’t tell me-”

“No! Calm down, Q. I know you’re going through a lot right now, but that doesn’t mean you get to slap a kid.”

Quackity’s tone is still loud when he says, “You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

Fundy takes a step closer. “No, but neither do you. I’m following you by choice, and if I think you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing, like slapping a kid, then I’ll go off on my own.”

Quackity’s face is still angry as he takes a deep breath, preparing to speak—probably yell—again.

Fundy places his hands on the avian’s shoulders. “Just calm down, Quackity.”

The avian takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and slumping his shoulders. He repeats this a few more times.

“Okay,” he says after a while. “Fundy, keep searching down here, I’m gonna keep an eye on Phil, and Ranboo-” He looks at the boy. “You go search the upstairs.”

Ranboo wastes no time going upstairs, away from Quackity and the others and leaving Phil alone with them.

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TECHNOBLADE!! walks through the snow of the tundra, moving towards the wooden cabin he and Phil built.

He hopes Phil is okay. He didn’t look it when Techno passed him by: wings torn and trapped in his own house by that damn bracelet around his ankle.

He sighs, opening the door and hitting the side of his boots against the outer wall to get rid of some of the snow before walking in. He takes off his boots, places his cape on the back of one of the chairs with his crown on top of it, and collapses on the couch with a heavy sigh.

His body hurts. The totem healed him but it did nothing for the pain, most of it only an echo sensation of an injury that no longer exists, but a part from the fight he had with Quackity in his escape. All, of course, hidden by the rush of adrenaline from everything that just happened.

He hopes the revival magic didn’t heal Quackity’s eye.

Techno should take a regen pot and maybe eat a golden apple too. He knows he should, but he’s so, so tired and his body hurts like hell now that the adrenaline is fading.

He just wants to sleep.

He might bleed out or have severe blood loss issues when he wakes up if he doesn’t drink a potion.

Technoblade considers getting off the couch, but when he moves, spikes of pain flare all over his body. Fuck. He really doesn’t want to get up, he wants to take a nap.

But he knows it’ll only get worse. If he takes a nap, then when he wakes up the pain will be worse than it is now. So, he takes a deep breath and pushes himself off the couch, pausing periodically to steady himself and let the haze of pain fade as much as it could.

He takes slow steps towards the chest, kneeling down once he reaches it and opening the lid.

Reaching in, he grabs a bottle with a pink-grey potion and a golden apple. Technoblade opens the cork and downs the potion in two big gulps then sets the bottle aside, waiting for it to kick in.

It takes some moments for him to feel like he’s able to move again, but once he does, he gets up and starts eating the golden apple as he sets off back to the sofa to sit down and rest now he’s healed more.

He kicks his legs up above the arm of the couch, letting his feet dangle off the edge as he looks up. He stares at the wooden boards of the ceiling, the straight lines with occasional perpendicular lines connecting two of the other ones, making random breaks in the hypnotic pattern.

He thinks about Phil. How he’ll get his friend out and what could possibly happen to him now that the Butcher army failed to kill Techno. Would they try to hurt Phil? Would they leave him alone and focus on Techno himself? Have they given up on his execution? Would they execute Phil instead as some sort of sick, twisted revenge?

A pang of fear shoots through Techno’s heart. No, he reasons, they wouldn’t kill him, he has nothing to do with this. Quackity isn’t like that and Tubbo wouldn’t let him either way.

‘I wouldn’t put it past him.’

‘You hold him too highly…’

‘You give him way too much credit.’

‘He kind of already did…’

‘Quiet!’

‘SHUT IT!’

‘No! Don’t SPOIL!’

‘Zip it!’

‘What if we KILL Quackity?

‘Nah Techno already-’’

‘No one appreciates my ideas!’

“Chat you’re weird… and we’re not going to kill Quackity without a reason…” Techno pipes in, annoyed at Chat’s argument.

‘Oh well, we kind of already have one-’

‘SHUT. IT. CHANT TO TONE HIM OUT!! NOW!’

‘Blood For The Blood God!’

‘BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!’

‘No, let-”

‘ BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! ’

Not far away from Techno’s cabin, a crow is flying through the air at a high speed. It gracefully lands on one of the window sills, where it has a clear view of Technoblade through the window.

The crow squawked for a few seconds before growing mildly impatient, and began tapping on the window, trying to make as much noise as possible to attract the man’s attention.

After a while, the tapping got louder… much, much louder than when it first started.

Techno stays lost in his thoughts, worry for his friend plaguing his mind, not even paying attention to the multitude of voices screaming for his attention.

A loud thump startles him into action as his brain screams danger is near. He grabs a crossbow and points at the source of the noise, the weapon aimed and ready with his finger on the trigger.

Then he notices the source of the noise alongside the tapping.

Crows, Phil’s crows , tap at the window. One lays on the windowsill unmoving while the others tap their beaks against the glass the way they always do when they want attention.

Technoblade takes a breath, calming his beating heart and reassuring himself there is no danger now. Not anymore.

The feeling lingers.

He moves toward the window and lifts the lower pane open, allowing the crows to enter.

They quickly file in until the only one left outside is the one lying motionless.

Techno picks them up, gently taking them inside and checking them for injuries of any sort. Phil taught him how to recognize injuries in crows with the long rants and one-sided conversations Techno loved listening to.

The crow seems to have hit something solid at full speed. Techno is surprised the window didn’t break.

‘Ha, dumb crow.’

‘Do you think they hit it on purpose?’

Techno drowns out chat as the other crows caw around him and nip at his clothing, hair, and skin. It’s when one starts messing with his emerald earring that turns his attention to them.

“Don’t nip at that one,” he says, lightly slapping the crow away from him. It flies away and settles on top of his cape, then taps their beak on his crown.

He looks at the other crows. There are more than the usual group that comes to annoy him and they all seem to be trying to bring his attention to various items like swords, shields, potions, armour, and other things he’d use in a fight.

Maybe the Butcher Army isn’t above hurting innocent people for petty revenge.

‘That’s what I’ve been saying!’

‘No SPOILERS!’

“What’s going on?” Technoblade asks, his body tensing as he stands to his full height.

‘Phil needs help!’

‘Quiet!’

The crows keep going with the exception of two who proceed to tap at pictures of Phil and then at Techno’s injuries.

‘The crows are literally telling him right now, I don’t see why I can’t say anything!’

‘I think he just wants to bully you.’

“Phil’s hurt?” They nod their heads excitedly then move to the door. “Do I need to go get him now?” They nod again, more solemnly this time. “Oh, Phil, the things I do for you,” he mutters, walking to the chest of potions and grabbing two more of the pink-grey mixtures as well as some red, cloudy white, yellow, light blue, dark grey, and dirty grey-blue potions. He also takes a few more arrows before heading out the door, cape on his shoulders, crown atop his head, and a call for blood and revenge in his ears.

He will not let the Butcher Army hurt him or Phil any more.

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bratdesire · 3 years

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Your Dad, My Daddy

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, age gap, older man/younger woman, barely legal, squirting, rough sex, daddy kink, alcohol mention, questionable ethics, d/s dynamics, overstimulation, degrading language, touch of subspace, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight dubcon if you squint but it’s all consensual, Ukai’s dick is pierced, exhibitionism(?)

Genre: Smut, just so much smut

Word count: 9.4k

Author’s note: Here is my contribution to the new HQHQ collab!! You can find the masterlist right here! Big big thank you to @sempiternal-amour and @inaflashimagine for beta-ing this monster fic, ilysm <3 This is so incredibly self-indulgent, I even inserted my nickname ~for spice~. Anyways, enjoy my incoherent screaming uwu

Summary: When you go over to your friend’s house for a study session you don’t anticipate meeting her very attractive father, and you surely don’t anticipate the very same man fucking you over their couch.

“Hey, I apologize in advance for anything weird my dad says or does. You know how dads are,” Hitomi explains as she pulls into the driveway of her house.

It’s small but nice and well-manicured, situated in the cul de sac of a middle-class suburb.

“Dad, we’re here,” she shouts up the stairs, setting her keys on the small table next to the front door. Hitomi’s gaze drifts to the tall, dark haired man sitting at the kitchen table and your own gaze soon follows. “Oh, there you are.”

She quickly pecks the man on his cheek before walking over to the shiny silver fridge, pulling out a couple bottles of water. “Dad, this is Bunny, Bunny this is Dad,” she gestures between the two of you.

When her father glances up from his phone to give you a nod of acknowledgement, you’re taken aback by how handsome he is.

You can tell from the slight wrinkles around his lips and the crinkles by his eyes that he’s definitely a much older man, but other than that he’s flawless. The angle of his jaw is sharp but soft, lower face darkened by his five o’clock shadow. His chocolate brown eyes are complemented by plump, pink lips that would look even better swollen and shiny with saliva. Dark, shiny locks are gathered into a low ponytail and you wonder how they would feel fisted in your fingers. He’s gorgeous in a rugged, mature way that boys your age aren’t and could never hope to be.

Hitomi never told you her dad was hot but then again, why would she?

“Mr. Ukai, it’s nice to meet you,” you greet him.

He waves his hand in the air dismissively, “Ah, you can just call me Keishin. No need to be so formal.”

Hitomi mutters a frustrated “shit” under her breath and it takes you a few moments to tear your eyes away from the man in front of you.

“I left my textbook in the car, I have to go grab it,” she sighs then turns to her dad. “You, don’t scare off my friend, please.”

Keishin puts a hand on his heart, a falsely serious expression on his face. “I won’t, scout’s honor.”

She just rolls her eyes, exiting the kitchen the same way you entered. The front door slams shut, leaving you alone with your friend’s very hot dad.

Keishin looks up at you then quickly looks away, unsure how to interact with his daughter’s friends. “So is, uh, Bunny your real name?” he asks, nervously rubbing the back of his head.

Leaning against the table he’s seated at, you fold your arms across your chest, fully aware of how low cut your top is. You don’t miss the way his eyes briefly flicker down to your cleavage then back up to your face. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I… I’m just trying to make conversation,” he laughs nervously.

“Hm, well, the short answer is no. You’ll have to get to know me a bit better before I give you the long answer.”

He snorts, pushing his chair back and rising to his full height. “What gave you the confidence to speak like this to your elders?”

Taking a step towards him, you twirl a piece of hair around your finger and shyly peer up at him through your lashes. “I don’t know, but maybe you can teach me how to behave.”

A light blush colors his cheeks and his eyes widen with surprise. “I-I don’t know what you’re implying, but it’s not... appropriate,” he stutters, taking a step backwards to try to put some distance between you.

You sidle up to him, reaching out a hand to caress his well-muscled arm. When he makes no move to stop your petting, you bite your lip and get on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Who said we had to be appropriate?”

His mouth is slightly agape, lips moving every so often, as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. “I—” he starts.

The sound of the front door slamming open makes you both jump apart, trying to appear as casual as possible.

“I got it! We can go study now,” Hitomi proclaims, waving the book around in her hands. She glances at you, then at her father and notices the way you’re completely turned away from each other. “Oh my God, Dad, what did you do?” she groans.

He holds up both hands in surrender, shaking his head emphatically. “I didn’t do anything! Why do you always think I did something?”

Your friend strides over to lightly punch his shoulder, a disapproving but loving expression on her face. “Because you’re weird and lame. Besides, between you and Bunny, I’m always going to assume that you’re the guilty party.”

You find yourself chuckling at their banter, touched by how close they are. It’s evident that Hitomi and Keishin care a lot about each other, regardless of how much they tease each other and guilt twists in your gut when you remind yourself that you were flirting with him. She likely wouldn’t forgive you for trying to sleep with her dad and it would cause a great deal of damage to their relationship, possibly beyond repair if she knew he was into girls her age. To make matters worse, you’re two years her junior. What man would sleep with a girl younger than his daughter?

But your morals are tossed right out the window when you take in the sight of Keishin’s radiant smile—all straight, white teeth and eyes that shine like pools of dark honey. It’s in that moment that you decide you’re going to seduce that man if it’s the last thing you do.

Sorry, Hitomi. Kind of.

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“Okay, so L-Tyrosine is one of the twenty amino acids used by the body to synthesize proteins. It is also an aromatic amino acid derived from phenylalanine by hydroxylation in the para position—oof!” Hitomi’s droning is cut off by the pillow you send hurtling towards her head.

You sit up on her bed, squealing obnoxiously as you stretch. “Hitomi, I love you, but please shut up. My brain is melting. We’ve been at this for three hours now, can we take a break?”

She closes the textbook in her lap and pushes it to the edge of her desk. “Fine, fine. We can take a twenty minute break, but we have to go right back to studying because finals are this week and I cannot afford to fail,” your friend warns, despite how she whips out her phone at lightning speed.

Picking at a stray thread on the comforter, you gently try to get her attention, “Hey, Tomi?”

“Hm?” she responds, barely glancing up from the video she’s watching.

You’re not sure how to broach the subject, but you’ve never been one to beat around the bush so you just come right out and say it. “Has anyone told you your dad’s kinda hot?”

That makes her stop, her head jerking up from her phone at lightning speed. “What!? That old geezer?” She sounds dumbfounded, incredulous at the prospect that someone would be interested in her father.

“Yeah girl, he’s a total DILF,” you confess, making a little fanning motion with your hand like you’re burning up inside just thinking about him, and it’s not that far from the truth.

Hitomi makes no effort to hide her feelings, disgust clearly evident in her delicate features. “Ew! You have to be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking! He’s really sexy,” you muse dreamily.

She claps both hands over her ears, yelling at the top of her lungs to drown you out. “I never want to hear you say that my old man is ‘sexy’ ever again!”

You childishly stick your tongue out at her. “Hey! I’m just speaking the truth. You have to have had friends say the same thing.”

Removing her hands from her ears, she brings one up to stroke her chin, seemingly deep in thought. “Now that I think about it, back in high school my friends were a lot more enthusiastic about coming over once they met my father.”

You feel vindicated by her personal testimony, even if she thinks you’re gross. “See? I’m not the only one who finds your dad ridiculously attractive.”

Hitomi gags dramatically as if she’s going to puke and judging by the look on her face, she just might. “Please, no more, I’m begging you.”

“Fine, fine I’ll stop, but don’t act surprised when I become your new stepmom,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows at her.

“You’re younger than me, don’t even joke about that,” she shudders in horror. “Okay, with that we need to get back to studying amino acids and proteins.”

“Whatever you say, future stepdaughter.” You muster your best motherly voice, sickeningly sweet and a touch passive aggressive.

This time, it’s Hitomi’s turn to throw a pillow at you.

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Since the day you met Keishin, you haven’t been able to get him off your mind. Even when you’re in class trying to learn about the sodium-potassium pump, you find your thoughts drifting to his hands, his lips, him. He’s simply become too distracting to ignore.

More times than you care to admit, you’ve fucked yourself with your fingers to thoughts of how his fingers would feel pumping inside you. You fantasize about how his hand would feel around your neck, squeezing with just enough pressure to make your vision hazy. His name is always on the tip of your tongue when you orgasm and when you finally let yourself moan out ‘Keishin,’ you know enough is enough. A man his age has to know exactly how to make a woman scream and writhe in pleasure, but you need to experience it for yourself or you’ll die trying.

You’re not oblivious to the way he looks at you with hunger and longing in his eyes, you know he wants you too and you’re not above using dirty tricks to show him just how much you want him.

If he’s too proud, too noble to give in to his urges, you’ll just have to break him. His resolve may be strong, but yours is stronger.

Your efforts begin innocently enough, gently probing him for more information about himself so you can get to know him better.

“I’ve noticed you don’t wear a ring. Is there a Mrs. Ukai in the picture?” you ask innocently.

Keishin clears his throat a bit too loudly, refusing to meet your questioning gaze. “Nah. It’s just me and Tomi, always has been.”

“Any… future Mrs. Ukai in the picture?”

The corners of his lips twitch slightly, the barest of smiles tugging at his handsome features. “Can’t say there is. Between the store and coaching volleyball, I don’t really have the time to date.”

You nod and make a noise of acknowledgement, relieved by the confirmation that he is in fact very, very single. You’re a lot of things, but you’re not a homewrecker.

On another occasion, you’re seated on their plush leather couch and Keishin’s in the well-worn La-Z-Boy recliner to your left. You’re watching some Adam Sandler movie on Netflix, but it’s paused while Hitomi is in the bathroom.

You take your alone time together as an opportunity to question him more, toeing the line of what would be considered proper. “So, Keishin, how old are you? I know Tomi’s twenty-one so you must be…” you trail off, hoping he’ll humor you.

He takes a swig of the beer in his hand and your eyes instinctively flicker down to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Old.”

You roll your eyes and prop your chin up on your hand, readjusting your position on the couch so you’re leaning closer to him. “Obviously, but just how old?”

“Why do you want to know so badly?” he asks, head tilted and a well-groomed eyebrow lifted questioningly.

“I was just wondering if you’re older than my dad,” you tease.

His shoulders shake slightly as he chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’m forty-four. Do I have him beat?”

“He’s forty-two, so just barely.” Your steady, unwavering eyes lock onto his own, which are glassy and unfocused from the alcohol. When he brings the bottle to his lips once more, you nonchalantly add, “Maybe I should call you Daddy instead.”

Keishin coughs and sputters in surprise, causing him to choke on his beverage and a spray of sticky beer splatters across your face.

Apologies tumble out of his mouth as soon as he realizes that your cheeks and hair are dripping with the craft IPA he was drinking. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll get you a towel,” he blurts, shooting up from his chair.

In his panic and embarrassment, he rushes toward the linen closet and you can’t help the giggles that escape your mouth at how uncoordinated he is, now several drinks in. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not that big of a deal,” you reassure him, wiping your face with the back of your hand for emphasis.

He returns from the rummaging around the hall closet, a dark blue towel in his hand, which he offers to you with a nod of his head.

No matter your protests and assurances that you’re fine, Keishin is even more insistent in offering you the towel to clean yourself up. When you refuse to take the towel from him, he kneels down next to you and leans in to dab at the foamy liquid that has soaked into your hair.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his fingers on your jaw and you almost squeak at his close proximity. He hasn’t let you near him since your first encounter and now he’s right in front of you, so close that his breath curls around your cheeks, smelling of malted hops and the slightest hint of peppermint. You can map out the slight freckles on the bridge of his nose and each long, curled eyelash that brushes his cheeks each time he blinks.

He’s truly a beautiful man, all sharp angles and rough stubble and you can feel your cheeks warm when you realize that he’s right there. If you leaned forward just a little bit more, your noses would brush against each other.

A deep, rumbling voice interrupts your daydreaming. “Kid, are you even listening to me?”

You blink a couple times, coming to the realization that he’s been trying to talk to you for the last few minutes, but you were too busy admiring his beauty.

Keishin shakes his head as he leans back on his heels, using one hand to rub his face wearily. “As I was saying, you can’t just… say things like that. I know young girls sometimes have fantasies about older men like me, but I’m telling you now that it’ll only end badly,” he sighs. “I’m not a righteous man, I have my vices. God, do I have lots of them, and I don’t need another one.”

He mumbles the last sentence, barely loud enough for you to hear, despite how close you are.

Another one? Is he admitting that the attraction is mutual? You have to know, you just have to. Your body practically aches from how badly you want him.

“Keishin, I—” you start, reaching out to touch his arm, but he stands abruptly and quickly turns to shuffle away from the couch.

“This just isn’t a good idea, kid. Just forget about me, alright?” he says, his back to you. A tinge of regret and hesitation seeps into his words, as if he wants to take back everything he’s said.

After the beer incident, the man is even less receptive than he was before, making every effort to avoid being alone with you.

Even still, you’re not discouraged because he never outright rejected you. If he had, you would’ve stopped your pursuit weeks ago, but he only seems to be trying to maintain his composure as a righteous man.

Righteous men are wolves in sheep’s clothing, always putting on a facade so they can claim plausible deniability when they’re caught with their pants around their ankles. But no matter how honorable or virtuous a man tries to be, none of them can resist a wet, willing pussy laid out in front of them and Keishin is no exception.

That’s why you’ve shown up to their house the last few weeks in skirts far too short to be considered decent, flashing little peeks of your underwear each time you move too much or bend over too far. Each time you bend over to grab a pencil or a piece of paper off the floor, Keishin is always conveniently positioned behind you so he gets an eyeful of your pretty lace panties and the little dark spot where your wetness has soaked through the fabric.

After you retrieve your item from the ground, you look over your shoulder to make direct eye contact with him and say ‘oops,’ without a hint of regret in your voice. You revel in the clenching of his jaw and the way he exhales loud and heavy through his nose, frustration mounting each time you try to provoke him.

When your ass and clothed pussy are on display for him, you make sure to wiggle your hips a bit, an open invitation to fuck you the way you both want to. It never fails to elicit some sort of reaction from the older man, ranging from a few groans and a choked cough, to making a very hasty exit, a book or some other object held over the front of his jeans.

Without fail, Hitomi expresses her concern each time her father storms out of the room, red-faced and breathing heavily. He just waves her off, telling her he’s not feeling well, but you know the truth. He’s painfully hard, painfully hard from you, even if he doesn’t admit it.

Truthfully, if you weren’t trying to get him to fuck you so hard you can’t walk you would applaud his self-control and restraint. Even after weeks of teasing and provocation, the man refuses to give in to his desires.

That’s okay. If he’s not going to come to you, you’ll just have to take matters into your own hands.

----

It all reaches a tipping point when you’re unable to go home for winter break and Hitomi offers you their guest room to stay in for a few weeks.

Apparently she never asked her father for permission, if Keishin’s shocked, slightly panicked face when you walked through the door with your suitcase was any indication. When he tried to question Hitomi about whether or not it’s such a good idea for you to stay, she wasn’t having any of it and told him that you’re a friend in need.

Hitomi’s so sweet and caring that you feel a twinge of guilt for plotting to seduce her father in her house when she’s none the wiser. She just wanted to lend a helping hand by letting you stay with them, oblivious to your true plans, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

Now that you’re under the same roof, all you really want to do is ambush Keishin as soon as possible, but you have to plan around Hitomi’s schedule so you have bide your time. What’s the saying? Good things come to those who wait?

And wait you do. You wait for two whole weeks, in fact. But then the stars align so perfectly that some otherworldly force must be looking out for you.

Hitomi is gone to work and won’t be back until the middle of the night when her shift is over, while Keishin is home reviewing footage from his team’s latest game.

He told you he does this right before a big game so he can tell his players what they need to improve on and get in that last bit of refinement before the day of. When he clued you in on his strategy you just nodded and hummed, not really listening, mostly focused on ogling his muscles through his thin t-shirt.

Your nerves have been buzzing since you woke up this morning, sensing the heaviness in the air. You’re wearing your prettiest lace panties and its matching bra and frankly, you’re feeling pretty damn confident. You look good and you know you look good. If you were trying to seduce any guy your age, they’d drop their pants as soon as they got a little glimpse of your underwear, but Keishin’s not any guy your age. He needs a little convincing, a little push in the right direction, and you’ll be the one to help him.

You’ve flitted around the house all day, just trying to find the right moment to pounce.

Currently, Keishin is sitting in the living room watching the recording on the big flat screen in the living room. He looks preoccupied with taking notes on the notepad in his lap, but it’s now or never, you suppose.

Before you try to talk yourself out of it, you stride over to where he’s sitting and put your hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey. Did you need something? I’m kind of busy analyzing my team’s last game.”

Not wanting to lose your nerve, you wordlessly swing one leg over his, then the other, planting yourself firmly in his lap. His entire body goes ramrod stiff, hands jerking away from your body as if you’ve burned him.

“W-what do you think you’re doing?” he stutters, alarm evident in his voice.

When he makes no move to throw you off his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, pressing your chest to his.

“What we both have been wanting to do since the day I met you,” you purr, lips barely brushing against the shell of his ear. He shivers when you gently nibble on his earlobe and your confidence only grows as you discover that he wants this just as much as you do.

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn't right. I’m your friend’s father and I’m... old enough to be y-yours,” he mutters, running a hand through his already messy hair, conflicted with how to proceed.

You can’t tell whether he’s trying to convince you or himself, so you decide to give him a little encouragement.

Leaning back slightly, you run your hands down his chest and bite your lip. “Are we going to keep playing games or are you gonna fuck me? Because if not, I’ve got several guys back at college who—”

You’re cut off when Keishin’s hand wraps around your throat, the other braced against your back to pull you flush against him.

“You think your little stunts are cute, don’t you?” he growls, his minty breath washing over your face.

“What, you don’t think so, Daddy?” you pout, batting your eyelashes at him innocently.

His eyes flash with something hot and primal and you can feel the gush of wetness between your thighs. “I’m getting a little tired of them,” he growls.

“This,” you palm at the bulge straining against his pants, “Tells me otherwise, you know.”

The hand around your throat tightens, cutting off whatever bratty remark you were about to make. “I’ve had enough of you prancing around my home in tiny skirts and flashing me your panties when my daughter is around. It’s unbecoming.”

“Then t-teach me a lesson,” you gasp, struggling to speak with Keishin’s fingers so firmly wrapped around your throat.

The way he grins is downright sinful and it stokes the fire already raging inside you. “Careful what you wish for, little girl.”

With some manhandling on Keishin’s part, you’re shoved toward the couch then pulled back onto his lap, but this time you’re on your stomach and both your wrists are pinned behind your back.

“Before we go any further,” he starts, trailing his fingers down your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I have to ask… How old are you?”

You twist around to look him in the eyes, a defiant smirk on your face. “Old enough.” Your mischievous giggle is cut off by a swift, firm slap to your ass.

“Watch the lip, brat. I need a little more reassurance than that.”

“Since you’re just so concerned, I’m nineteen. Perfectly legal and more importantly, legally fuckable,” you say, punctuated by an enticing wiggle of your hips.

“Jesus, you’re two years younger than Tomi. What am I doing?” He seems lost in thought as the honorable side of him fights a losing battle against his baser, carnal instincts. Whatever reservations he has are thrown aside when you start to wiggle in his grasp, maneuvering yourself over his crotch to grind yourself against his hardness.

Keishin gathers your hair around his fist, harshly jerking your head so far backwards that your spine aches from the unnatural angle.

“Stop fucking squirming. You just don’t know how to behave, do you?” It’s phrased like a question, but he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth so you can’t respond.

You knew Keishin would be the perfect dom, but the ease with which he settles into the role makes your head spin and your insides throb. Latching onto his digits, you lick and suck like the good girl you are, coating them in saliva as he hums in appreciation.

“Foo wans tuh behav wen thith is wutt I ge fo bein ba?” you ask, garbled and muffled by the fingers massaging the back of your tongue.

A series of harder, heavier spanks make you squeal and squirm even more in his lap. He gently rubs his hand over your warm, stinging flesh as he speaks. “Such a troublemaker. Just what am I going to do with you, hm?” He tries to sound admonishing, but you can tell he’s smiling behind his words.

His hand leaves your ass, no doubt raised to spank you again, but before he can, you bite down on his fingers. Not too hard, just enough for him to jerk them out of your mouth. “You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy.”

You jolt when his thumb rubs against your pussy through your panties. They’re soaked with your slick, the material clinging to your skin uncomfortably. The barest touch has you gasping and pushing your hips back for more. You’re so sensitive from the teasing and you’re so turned on you just might pass out if you’re not filled up soon.

Keishin just laughs darkly at the pathetic humping of your hips and you can feel the rumbling in his chest. “This is what I love about girls your age. So sensitive…” He pulls your panties aside and gently eases a finger inside you, then another as you moan and shake in his lap. “And so reactive. I bet you’d cum just from me putting my cock inside this tight, wet cunt, wouldn’t you?”

He speaks with a hint of condescension that has you clenching around his digits, coating them in sticky, syrupy strands of your arousal as they pump in and out of you. You’d almost be embarrassed at how worked up you are if you had more self respect, but you don’t. All you can focus on is the way his fingertips curl into the little spongy spot inside you that makes you whine.

“Why don’t you try it and find out?” The challenge in your voice is severely dampened by how breathless and wrecked you are even though you haven’t really even done anything.

His fingers pull out of you with a lewd squelching sound and you can hear him suck them into his mouth. “You taste even better than I imagined, but I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours. Up, little girl.” He coaxes you from his lap and onto the couch so your back is nestled into the cushions.

Sweat is making hair stick to your forehead and you’re breathing so heavily you’d think you just ran a marathon, but Keishin is looking down at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and it nearly steals what little breath you have left in your lungs.

Oxygen is the last thing on your mind when his lips slot themselves between yours, soft yet demanding as they suck and lick. The movement of his lips doesn’t falter when he pulls your shirt over your head to reveal your light pink bra. Keishin pulls back to kiss along your collarbones, neck, and chest, his teeth occasionally nipping your sensitive flesh and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He expertly removes your panties with one hand so you’re left in just your plaid skirt, exposing your heated flesh to the coolness of the living room.

You’re nearly naked but he’s wearing far too many clothes for your liking, so you blindly grab at his shirt, but your fingers are shaking too much for you to get a good grip. Once he realizes what you’re trying to do, he puts his hands over yours and helps you take off his shirt. You nearly start drooling when all of his hard, rippling muscles and smooth, tan skin are finally revealed to your greedy eyes that can’t seem to settle one thing. You don’t know if you’ll get this opportunity again and you want to remember everything in painstaking detail, especially Keishin’s gorgeous body.

He momentarily disentangles himself from you to remove his jeans, leaving him in just his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. The outline of his cock is evident as it strains against the blue material and you reach out to stroke it, but he just takes your hand in his.

He brings it to his lips, then kisses up your arm until he reaches your lips. “All in due time, sweet girl. I want to taste you first.” Your mouth is claimed in another hungry, bruising kiss and you squeal when Keishin takes your lip between his teeth and bites, blood rushing to the surface of your skin.

His head dips down to leave featherlight kisses and teasing licks down your chest and stomach before he’s resting between your thighs. You whimper pitifully as he spreads your legs, awaiting the feeling of a wet tongue or his fingers against your folds. When he doesn’t move for several beats, you come to the realization that he’s just watching the way your cunt twitches and clenches around nothing and the wetness that drips onto the couch each time your muscles contract. You quickly bring your legs together to hide yourself from his scrutinizing gaze, but he simply pries them open with little effort.

Keishin grabs your chin so you’ll look right at him, squirming from the intensity of his gaze. “Don’t you dare hide this pretty pussy from me, do you understand? I am going to devour you until I’ve had my fill and you’re going to just lie back and take it.”

You nod obediently, your impudence quickly dying, giving way to the burning ache between your legs that can only be sated by a long, hard fuck.

With a satisfied hum, he settles at the apex of your thighs and licks a long stripe from your quivering pussy to your swollen clit and your hips jerk from the contact. Strong hands pin your hips to the couch as you writhe in his firm grip. He gives your clit a soft, quick kiss before he takes it into his mouth and sucks. You grab fitfully at his hair, back arching and hips pressing into his mouth as you gasp and groan from the incredible feeling of his tongue on your sensitive flesh.

His tongue teases your entrance and your cunt twitches, anticipating the first thrust of his warm, wet muscle inside you. He occasionally dips into your hole, but never breaches your entrance and you think you might go mad if he doesn’t give you more.

“I-I need more, give me more,” you manage to gasp, grabbing a fistful of the pillow underneath you as the tightening in your belly gets stronger.

Keishin removes his mouth from your cunt just long enough to admonish you for your lack of respect. “You need to have more manners if you’re going to demand things of me,” he says, before latching back onto your swollen, twitching clit.

“Daddy, pleeease I need more. Ah! I want to cum!” Your voice is so high-pitched and whiny you almost don’t recognize yourself, but you’re nearly delirious from pleasure and your impending climax that’s been dangled over your head for what feels like hours.

“Now who am I to deny you when you ask so sweetly?”

He thrusts two of his digits inside you, reaching deep inside you and rubbing against your g-spot as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. You’re almost screaming at this point, clawing at his hair and humping your cunt against his face. The familiar tightening in your belly signals that you’re about to cum and your moans and cries get faster, louder as the promise of white hot pleasure is just within reach—

It’s almost embarrassing how fast you’re teetering on the edge of climax, as if you’re a virgin school girl that’s never touched herself before. But maybe that’s the difference that years of experience can make.

Not that you care. You just want to cum.

“Fuck, Daddy, I—I’m close!”

Sensing your impending orgasm, the man uses his free hand to slap your cheek then grabs your throat. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tuts, “Ask Daddy for permission to cum.” You’re clamping down on his fingers impossibly tighter as he fingers you even deeper, and the way he sucks on your clit renders you incapable of speech. Each time you open your mouth to try to speak, more desperate, wanton noises escape your lips.

You’re about to fucking burst at the seams and you feel like you’re on fire, but you want to be a good girl for your daddy, so you use the last bit of brain power you have left to ask for permission.

“P-pleaaase Daddy may I ahhh! May I cum!” you ask, but you can’t even hear Keishin give his approval from how loud the blood rushing in your ears is as you finally cum.

You try to muffle your cries with the back of your hand, but he grabs your wrist and wrenches it away from your mouth.

“Don’t do that. I want to hear you scream.” His tone is clipped and short, not caring how rough he is with your delicate flesh.

If you weren’t already cumming, you would have from the pleasure that’s so intense, it’s almost painful as your body is wracked with tremors. Your legs snap around Keishin’s head and you grip his hair even tighter as wave upon wave of your orgasm washes over you. You hear someone screaming and wonder what’s happening, when you realize it’s you, you’re the one screaming as you ride out your climax.

He greedily slurps and sucks up every single drop of your release that you can give him, as if he was stranded in the desert for a thousand years and your juices are the first sip of water to hit his dry, parched tongue. Your cunt is already so sensitive, painfully clenching around his fingers, but he just. Doesn’t. Stop.

“Fuck, K-Kei, wait ‘s too much,” you weakly protest, but your body is too spent to resist so you just lie there, twitching and gasping as he keeps sucking on your overstimulated clit.

His lips detach from your poor, abused bud and you almost sigh in relief before the fingers inside your cunt pump faster, stimulating every inch of your gummy walls.

Keishin leans over your sweaty, exhausted form, one hand braced on the couch, the other buried inside you. His fingers are hitting a spot inside you that makes you feel the urge to pee, so you try to push his hand away but it’s futile with how much stronger he is than you.

“Hold onnn, I’m g-gonna—” you slur, panicked, but it’s as if he didn’t hear you.

His digits are relentless, rubbing and stroking and you’re a fucked out mess. You don’t know what he wants until an uncomfortable tightness shoots through your cunt. You cry out as clear liquid gushes out of you, splashing all over you, the couch, and Keishin. If you were more coherent, you might be mortified because you just… pissed on him—

To your surprise, he’s laughing as he removes his hand from inside you, ignoring your halfhearted groans. “I was hoping you’d do that,” he says, holding up his hand, shiny and dripping with your juices.

“D-Do what?” you pant, unsure of what just happened and why Keishin seems so smug.

He uses his discarded t-shirt to wipe his hand off, then dabs at your stomach where a sizable puddle accumulated. “Squirt,” he responds. When he sees your confused expression, he follows up with, “It’s not piss, if you’re worried about that.”

“Ooookay.” You’re too dazed and exhausted to argue with him or question him further, so you just flop into the sofa and close your eyes.

“C’mon, little girl, don't tell me that’s all you’ve got. You were talking so much shit earlier and I have so much more to give you.” Despite how tired you are, his words spark new arousal in your belly and defiance revitalizes you, movement returning to your limbs.

You slide a hand down your stomach and spread the puffy lips of your cunt, sliding a finger through your wetness. “Of course it’s not. I’m ready to take that hard cock of yours, Daddy.”

“Attagirl, that’s what I like to see,” he praises, dropping his underwear and sliding them somewhere you can’t see.

His cock is gorgeous, but that doesn’t come as a surprise, considering the man it belongs to. It’s thick and curved in a way that you know will reach the deepest parts of you.

What you weren’t expecting is the many piercings adorning the shaft and the one that goes through the head. A long curved barbell enters through the tip and exits through the underside of his glans. Three evenly spaced rings are embedded in the skin where his shaft meets his balls. You’ve never seen so many piercings on one man, let alone in such a sensitive place, so you gawk at the smooth metal rings that shine in the overhead lights.

“You’re… You have…”

He grins widely and it’s so devilish you think he might swallow you whole and honestly? You’d let him. You’d let him do whatever he wants to you. “Haha, yeah I get that reaction a lot. Never seen a pierced cock before, huh?”

“No, but there’s a first time for everything. I’m dying to see how those,” you point to his piercings, “Feel inside me.”

Keishin wordlessly climbs on top of you and rubs the head against your wetness, spreading it along his shaft to ease his entry. “They’ll feel fucking incredible, but you’ll have to beg for it.”

You scoff, reaching to grab his hips so he’ll fuck you already, but he scoots backwards so you can’t touch him.

“Naughty girls that misbehave don’t get fucked, so you’d better smarten up quickly,” he warns, making you gasp as he thrusts his cock against your clit.

He lazily nudges the head over your flesh, occasionally letting it catch on the tight ring of muscle around your hole. When he slots between your pussy lips, you try to wiggle and hump your hips in his direction, in hopes that he’ll slide right in.

But he doesn’t, and you’re about to go mad with his cock so close, but so far away.

“Please fuck me Daddy. I need your cock so bad!” You’re on the verge of tears, the buildup of the last few weeks overwhelming your senses.

Making a noise of sympathy, Keishin pets your hair affectionately and kisses your cheek. “All you had to do was ask.”

His hips pull back, then he’s thrusting inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt in your tight heat. You whimper and whine at the sudden intrusion, but any pain you feel is overshadowed by the way that his cock is filling you so full. The burn and stretch hurts so fucking good that your orgasm hits you like a freight train, fast and hard and blinding. Keishin fucks you through it, his cock touching all of the sensitive spots inside you and the pleasure is so strong you have to screw your eyes shut as you cry out and fall apart around him.

When you open them again, the man is staring down at you with the most shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. “See? I said you’d cum as soon as I put my cock inside you.”

Using all the strength you can muster, you slap his arm. “Shut up and just fuck me.”

“You still haven’t learned your manners, but I just can’t wait to shoot my cum deep inside this cute cunt of yours,” Keishin groans, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself back inside the hot, welcoming clutch of your pussy.

You can feel each of the metal rings on his cock, foreign and strange, but the odd feeling soon fades to little shocks of ecstasy each time they brush against your insides.

The lewd slapping sounds of skin on skin are all you can hear besides the occasional moan or hiss from the man fucking you within an inch of your life, not that you can focus on anything else right now.

You nudge at Keishin’s shoulder and he stops the rapid pistoning of his hips, an almost annoyed look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, but you just smile and push him backwards onto the couch, just like you were. He grunts in surprise as he falls backward, but he quickly quiets down when you climb on top of him and sink yourself back down on his length.

You both moan in unison as he fills you once more, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix each time you force your cunt back down on him. His hands wander to your tits, grabbing, squeezing, and pinching the sensitive buds of your nipples.

Ever the troublemaker, you can’t resist making a jab at him now that you’re on top. “I wonder what she’d do if she knew you were with me right now. What would your daughter say about you taking advantage of a young, helpless girl?”

Keishin takes that moment to pull you against him, thrusting hard and rough into your gummy walls that never stop pulsing around him. You’re shaking and gasping, your tongue lolling out of your mouth in your pleasured delirium. “With the way your greedy, sloppy cunt is clenching around me, I wouldn’t say I’m taking advantage of you,” he points out, only slightly out of breath. “But you get off on this, don’t you? Letting an old man like me fuck you. I’m old enough to be your father.”

“Like you’re any b-better,” you bite back.

You cry out when Keishin starts rubbing your swollen clit in tight little circles, your third orgasm fast approaching.

“Fuck! I can—urgh, I can feel your pussy pulsing around me. I’m g-gonna cum,” he grits out, thrusting impossibly deeper inside you. He's pressed so far into you, he’s just thumping the head of his cock against your cervix. You scream and write in his arms, seeking to relieve the sharp burning in your womb just a little bit, but he has you firmly locked in his clutches. “Be a good little girl and cum for Daddy.”

Almost on command, you shake and moan, loud and long, as you cream all over his cock and coat the base in milky white. “Oh fuck, oh god! D-Daddy I’m cu-mming!” you wail with the last of your energy.

You’re so exhausted you go limp against him and let him use your body as a fuck toy until he reaches his climax. Keishin follows soon behind you, his thrusts growing sloppier and less coordinated as he mumbles obscenities under his breath. “Shit shit shit, fuck I’m cumming! I’m gonna—fuck!”

With one last thrust into your fluttering, over stimulated cunt he orgasms, his legs shaking as he shoots rope after rope of cum into your quivering womb.

You both lay there for several minutes to catch your breaths. You’re so sore and boneless you can barely move, but you manage to extricate yourself from Keishin’s long limbs. Leaning into the arm of the couch, you let your eyes flutter closed and allow sleep to take you.

You’re awoken by a warm, wet washcloth rubbing against your sensitive folds and you whine, sleepily wiggling your hips to get away from the discomfort. “Kid, I know it doesn’t feel good but, uh, it’s kind of a mess down there. You can go back to sleep, just let me clean you up.” Keishin’s familiar timbre comforts you so you settle back down, still half asleep.

“Mmm, Keishin?” you mumble, making grabby hands at the man.

He takes one of your hands in his. “Yeah?” he responds as he wipes the washcloth between your legs with his other hand.

You rub your face against his hand before placing a sloppy kiss on top of it. “Thank youuuu,” you slur.

Keishin just chuckles and rubs his fingers over your knuckles. “Yeah kid, you’re welcome. Just get some rest, alright?”

You’re asleep before he even finishes the sentence.

----

When you awaken it’s dark, most likely the middle of the night. There’s a blanket thrown over your unexpectedly clothed body, which is now covered in a worn, oversized shirt. It smells like fabric softener and musk, so you figure it must be Keishin’s.

Looking around, you bolt upright when you realize you’re not on the living room couch anymore, you’re now in a large, comfortable bed.

The sound of a deep, rumbling voice draws your attention to the bathroom connected to the room you’re currently in. “Oh, you’re finally awake,” Keishin says sheepishly as he emerges from the bathroom, then points to the nightstand next to you. “There’s some water and ibuprofen, you should take it. Even if you’re not sore now, you will be later.”

You chuckle tiredly as you stretch your overworked muscles. “I’m already sore, so I’ll definitely be taking these.”

He sits awkwardly on the side of the bed, unsure how to treat you after your little encounter. His brows are furrowed, a deep frown on he’s seemingly deep in thought.

“Whatever you’re thinking, just spit it out.” His head immediately snaps to you, eyes guarded and unreadable.

“What we did downstairs, it’s… not right. I’m supposed to protect young, impressionable girls like you. I’m a father—I would die if Tomi was after a man more than twice her age.”

You pull the blanket off of you and climb over to where the older man is seated on the mattress. “Keishin, let me ask you something.” He lifts his head, expectant. “Did you enjoy what we did? Because I did.” He nods slowly, still unsure what you’re getting at.

Taking his face in your hands, you tell him what you’ve been thinking for weeks. “At the end of the day, we’re two consenting adults who partook in consensual activities. Even if someone wants to clutch their pearls because you’re older than me, who cares?”

“Yeah, I get that, but… It has to be some sort of ethics violation on my part. You’re younger than my daughter, Bunny.”

“Even if it is, you have to allow yourself to live a little. Life is too short to deny yourself pleasures the world has to offer, and I don’t know about you, but I was very pleased by our… tryst.”

A cute blush spreads across Keishin’s cheeks as he remembers everything he said and did to you. “Aha, I was too. So, um… Would you want to do that again, sometime?” he asks, running a hand through his hair like he always does when he’s nervous.

You giggle and tackle him on the bed, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. “Of course I do. We can even do it now, if you’d like…”

A couple hours later, just before Hitomi comes back, you limp across the hallway to your room and pass out, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

And that is how your little arrangement begins.

Most of your time is spent with Hitomi, mostly shopping and going out to eat when she has the day off, or just watching Netflix in her room when you’re both too tired to go anywhere.

However, in the wee hours of the morning when you’re sure that she’s asleep, you sneak up to her father’s bedroom and get fucked so hard and so good you can barely make it back to your bedroom before the sun rises.

It’s a good arrangement, you think, you both get what you want and your friend is none the wiser. You figure no harm, no foul. At the end of the winter break, Keishin will likely want to cut things off with you and you’ll go back to your college dorm as if nothing happened.

But the winter break isn’t over yet, and you plan on making the most of it.

Keishin has been fucking you into the mattress for so long, time no longer even makes sense anymore.

You’re sweaty and exhausted, muscles so sore and shaky, but the thrusting between your legs shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. The harsh grip on your hips will likely bruise, but luckily you can hide them, unlike the few close calls you’ve had with poorly-placed marks on your neck.

Despite your exhaustion, you continue to meet Keishin’s thrusts by humping your hips back at him.

He gives your ass a harsh spank and fucks into you harder, making you whine and clench around him. “You’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you? So fucked out and dripping with my cum, yet you still want more,” he says, but all you can do is gasp in response. You’re too far gone to produce any meaningful response. “What am I going to do with you?” If you had the energy, you’d tell him whatever he wants, but you don’t and the familiar tug of an orgasm is too hard to ignore.

“Fuck Daddy, I-I’m—”

Suddenly, his phone comes to life, Hitomi’s face lighting up the screen as it vibrates. The pistoning of his hips slows, then stops completely as he reaches over and grabs it off the nightstand.

He suddenly pulls out of your sore, abused cunt and you almost whine at the loss before he buries himself back inside you. The way your face is pressed into the mattress makes it difficult, but you manage to turn your head to see what Keishin is doing behind you.

Your eyes widen and you try to wriggle out of his grip when you figure out that he’s going to answer his phone as he keeps fucking you.

A hand wraps around your neck, lifting you up from your position on the bed and you have to follow its movement to prevent your windpipe from getting crushed. You’re pressed against Keishin’s hard chest, and his cock is nestled right against your cervix. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll just stay still and take it like a good little girl.”

The harsh grip on your neck releases and you’re shoved back into the bed, falling onto the comforter.

Keishin sounds completely normal when he answers his phone and it almost pisses you off—how can he be so unaffected when you’re at your wit’s end?

He chirps into the phone, “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?” The only indication that anything is amiss is the slight breathlessness in his voice and the occasional curse under his breath.

He forces himself even deeper inside you so forcefully that you’re afraid he’ll punch straight through to your womb. You know it’s not possible, but with Keishin, it just might be. He’s always full of surprises, especially when it comes to your body.

“Oh yeah, sure I can drop it off to you later. I’m just a little… preoccupied at the moment,” he says with a sharp thrust of his hips and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. Keishin stiffens above you, waiting to see if Hitomi heard you through the phone.

“No, Hitomi, I’m not watching porn! But hold on a second, I think someone is at the door.” He sets the phone on the bed, muting the call as his cock hits your g-spot and you’re shaking, practically shivering in his arms. A couple of hard, coordinated rubs of your engorged clit and you’re cumming, gushing around him and keening as your muscles clench uncomfortably. You scream silently and fall limp onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up any longer.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, but it’s to the point that each successive orgasm borders on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“Better keep quiet, wouldn’t want my daughter to hear you getting your pretty little cunt stuffed full of my cock,” Keishin snarls into your ear and you feel yourself clench painfully around him. Your body is just so worn out, but you know he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. “Or do you want her to know what a slut you are for her father?”

You shake your head vehemently, but the man inside you just chuckles as he keeps fucking you.

“Oh my god, oh fuck I-I…” You’re babbling nonsense to no one in particular.

“Ahh it was just-fuck, it was just some dude trying to sell me security cameras. Anyways, I’ll see you later honey, I love you.” His last few sentences sound rushed, urgent and you can tell from the twitching of his length that he’s close. The moment the phone is hung up, Keishin cages you between his body and the mattress. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. Would you like that?”

You try to nod and make a noise akin to ‘mhm,’ but you’re not sure what it sounds like. You’re not really sure of anything right now, but what you are sure of is you want him to cum inside you.

“I could never deny you anything, sweet girl,” he groans.

Keishin fucks into you harder, faster, and it feels as if he’s quite literally rearranging your guts, he’s so deep inside you. He reaches down between your legs and pinches your sensitive bud between his fingers. “Think you have one more in you, hm?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for your answer. Of course you do.” He rubs your sore clit the way he knows will have you shaking and coming apart around him.

“Fuck Daddy, fuck I’m cumming!” you squeal, writhing and squirming from the painful, aching tightness of your orgasm as it builds once more.

“Ergh, fuck yeah, cum on Daddy’s cock as he fills you up. You’re such a good fucking girl for me, I love this sweet pussy.”

You shriek as you cum, your climax so strong that your vision blurs at the edges and you convulse, sore muscles twitching with overuse.

“Daddy’s gonna breed his sweet little girl, fuck, feels so fucking good!” Keishin groans, burying himself as deeply as he can inside you and shooting his cum into your quivering hole. You sigh in relief at the feeling of his warm cum flooding your womb, thankful he finally came because you couldn’t have lasted much longer in your state.

He flops next to you on the bed, sweaty and exhausted from your hours-long fuck marathon. Throwing an arm over your waist, he pulls you to his chest and buries his nose in your neck.

Hitomi’s not supposed to come back for several hours, so you both deem it safe to fall asleep as you are. Just when you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes from the bedside table.

You reach for your phone, expecting it to be some spam email.

Your heart stops, the whole world seems to freeze when you open the text message.

From: Tomie <3

So when were you going to tell me you’re fucking my dad?

#haikyuu smut #ukai x reader #ukai smut #haikyuu x reader #ukai keishin #server collab #bunny scribbles #hq smut #hq fanfic #hq reader insert #haikyuu imagines

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variety-fangirl · 2 years

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Loving You / Fez x fem!reader

Summary: You are at home (Fez's) when someone comes looking for drugs and has a gun. Shit.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, NO MINORS. threats, violence, harm, talk of drugs, some fluff, protective Fez and Ash, a small bit of sexual themes at the end.

Author's note: another short one! This one's quite angsty but there is some fluff also. And a little bit of smut at the end :)

Word count: 2k

You knew that once you'd stepped into Fez's and fell for him that your life could be in danger at any point. You knew the violent, drug-fueled lifestyle was a part of him and always would be, you'd never once wanted to change anything about him or his lifestyle. Would it be nice to not be around scary creeps, drug addicts, guns, violence, and murder all the time? yeah, of course. But you'd learned to accept that this was part of your life because you loved Fez and Ash. You'd deal with this lifestyle so that you could be in their life. They were your boys, the two most important people in your life. What you hadn't anticipated, was that today that danger would find you.

It was like any other day, the boys went to some drug deal a short distance from your home. They would only be gone an hour or two tops, and it had been almost an hour at this point. Faye was sat on the couch watching tv and smoking a joint, whilst you were in the kitchen preparing dinner for the five of you tonight. It was around 9pm when you heard a knock at the door. You and Faye turned to look at one another, neither expecting company tonight. You wiped your hands on the tea towel and walked towards the door. Faye came up behind you, standing in the kitchen to be close by just in case.

You opened the door slowly, peeking almost. A guy in his late twenties it seemed stood there, he looked absolutely awful. His short brown hair was all over the place and sticking to his forehead with sweat, his white t-shirt was dirty and also drenched in sweat. He had large purple bags under his eyes and his skin was particularly white, small beads of sweat covering it. You noticed a long white scar that ran down his left cheek. "Um... h-" You didn't get a chance to say anything more as he pushed past you into the house, his hand in his pocket. "Sorry to barge in, I need my usual." His whole body was shaking aggressively. You closed the door and went to stand in front of the hallway, Faye standing closer.

"I'm sorry, Fez or Ash isn't here at the moment, you can wait till they come back, they shouldn't be long." You looked at Faye, concerned about how this guy would act. He ran his hands through his hair aggressively, an unnerving look on his face. He squinted his eyes in a glare, "no I need something now." He raised his voice, causing you the flinch slightly. You kept your face straight, not giving away that you were terrified right now. "Well, we don't have anything here right now so you'll either have to wait or go elsewhere." It was a blatant lie but he didn't know that. You stood your ground, crossing your arms. That just seemed to agitate him further, a frustrated scream leaving his lips as his eyes flickered around the place.

Suddenly a gun was pulled out, being pointed at you. Faye's eyes went wide, both stood frozen, not knowing what to do. God, where are they? You wished you could've acted tougher, you kept your face straight but the shaking of your body was evident to everyone. "Fucking bullshit bitch! Tell me where they are now or I'll shoot you." He warned, his voice low and dangerous. Yet, you weren't going to give in and cost Fez an Ash everything. You became hyper-aware of his eyes moving behind you, noticing the slight ajar of a door. You moved your body in front of the hallway as much as you could. "What's in there?" his gun pointed to Marie's room. "Nothing." You spoke with as stern of a voice as you could.

"Let's see shall we?!" He went to move towards you but Faye grabbed his shoulder, trying to stop him. He spun around and clocked Faye in the nose with his gun, a scream leaving her mouth as blood started pouring out. She stumbled back, the guy screaming at her. You took that as your chance to try and grab his gun. He noticed your movement from the corner of his eye and pushed you roughly. You fell backwards, smacking your head on one of the kitchen counters. You felt the immediate trickle of blood fall down your head as the pain set in, but adrenaline was rushing through your body so you jumped up quickly, trying to catch up with the guy who'd run towards Marie's room.

"Lying bitch!" He screamed, the varied bottles of her different pills around the room. "They are for her!" You yelled, trying to go towards him. He pointed the gun at Marie's unconscious body, making you freeze in place. "Move and I shoot her!" He kept the gun pointed at her whilst grabbing bottles of her pills. He stuffed them into his pockets, his hands frantically shaking. He moved towards you, keeping the gun pointed at Marie. Once out of the room, you ran after him, jumping on his back whilst in the hallway. He groaned in frustration and grabbed your arm, throwing you onto the floor. You screamed in pain as his fist collided with your cheek. You saw stars in your vision, hearing muffled noises around you.

You came back to reality a second later, Faye on the floor near you. You began crying, the pain starting to affect you. Faye crawled toward you, asking if you were alright, you looked to see blood everywhere. You both lay on the carpeted floor, heads spinning. You weren't sure exactly how long you both lay there when you heard a car pull up in front of the house. Faye sat up, groaning in pain and helped you to sit up. Your whole body screaming in pain. The door opened and you heard as the boys called out to you, footsteps following.

"Here!" Faye called, helping to pull you up off the floor. You groaned loudly at the pain in your back. Fez and Ash walked to the hallway and stopped in place at the sight in front of them. Pills littered the floor, obviously escaping during the struggle. A small blood patch began seeping into the carpet from Faye's bleeding nose. You and Faye clinging to one another, your hand holding onto the wall to your right for extra support. Fez and Ash ran towards you both, Fez's placed his hands on your shoulders. "What the fuck happened?!" He exclaimed, his eyes wide in fright and shock. "Can we sit down first?" You groaned, your hand reaching to touch your throbbing head in pain.

He nodded, leading you both to the dining room to sit down. You and Faye stayed close to each other, feeling frightened, despite the guy being gone. "Ash, grab ice packs and towels!" Fez called to his brother, his voice shaking slightly. Fez sat next to you, grabbing your knees softly. You and Faye held hands. "Wha' happened?" His voice was low, his anger starting to surface. You breathed, "some guy came here looking for drugs, I lied and said there weren't any here. He tried to get into Marie's room and-" Ash passed you an ice pack, which you placed on your head immediately. Hissing, "thank you, Ash." you mumbled. "And we tried to stop him, Faye grabbed him but he smacked her nose with his gun. I tried to grab his gun but he saw me coming and pushed me into the counter. I smacked my head but went after him. He got Marie's pills Fez, I'm so sorry! He had his gun pointed at Marie as well. We tried to stop him but he punched me in the face and then Faye." You cried, Faye's hand squeezing yours in reassurance.

"Ash check the cameras!" He called his anger at boiling point now. He stood up and rubbed his head in frustration, "why the fuck you try to stop him? he had a gun! could've killed you both!" He was angry that you'd both risked your lives to stop his grandmother's pills from being stolen. "Fuck!" He came and kneeled in front of you, tears brimming his eyes. Faye grabbed her ice pack and went into the living room, sensing you both needed to be alone. You left your hand to linger in hers for a second, she nodded at you reassuringly, so you let go. Fez's head leaned on your chest, his arms wrapping around your waist. You hissed but enjoyed the feeling of him touching you. He went to pull away, but you stopped him, putting his arms back where they were.

You felt your shirt become slightly wet, his hands fisting your shirt. "I coulda lost you." He whispered, the pain evident in his voice. He'd never cried before, so this surprised you. You lifted your hand up and rubbed the back of his head gently. "But you didn't, I'm here." You mumbled, your other hand rubbing his back. He pulled away and stood up, his hands grabbing either side of your neck softly, near your face. He pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes staring into yours. Your hands moved to hold his forearms, "I will get that fucker." His lips landed on yours, in a needy passionate attempt to convey his emotions to you. Love, fear, need, you felt it all in the kiss. You reciprocated the feelings back into the kiss, so he could feel that you felt the same. "I know who he is," Ash announced, breaking your kiss.

Fez and Ash had been gone for a few hours, they had gone to find the guy whose name you overheard, is John. You and Faye had snuggled on the couch watching a film, but not really paying attention as you talked about how you both felt. It had brought you both much closer, growing a special bond from a shared trauma. After two hours of talking, you'd fallen asleep with your head on Faye's shoulder. Waking shortly after, hyper aware of your fear of someone breaking in again. You'd gently laid her down on the couch, took off her shoes and covered her with a blanket. You placed a small kiss on her head, stroking her hair out of her face. You noticed a small smile on her face as you walked away.

You had decided to get into the shower, so you could get rid of the dried blood in your hair. The water was hot, steam filled the bathroom despite the door being open. You washed your hair, your nerves soothing as you scrubbed your scalp with your favourite shampoo, being gentle at the tender area. Once you'd shampooed, conditioned and washed your body, you just stood under the water for a bit. You jumped slightly when you felt a pair of hands touching your back. "Sorry, ma." He mumbled, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. You felt him trace his fingertips along your back, assumingly on the area that was starting to bruise slightly.

"I'm fine." You whispered, resting your head against his shoulder. He sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you softly close. "Don' risk your life like that again, for nothin'." He warned, kisses moving along your shoulder. You moaned in contentment, the feeling comforting, "I won't." You whispered, grabbing the back of his head. He began kissing your head, pressing himself against you. You could feel that he was hard, your thighs clenching at the thought. His hands explored your torso, moving to cup your breast and the other on your clit. You gasped in pleasure, a moan escaping.

His lips found yours, they were needy and passionate. You understood the intensity and feelings he was conveying to you, he didn't want to fuck, he wanted to make love to you. He wanted to show you how much he loves you and how scared he was knowing you could have died tonight. His fingers worked against you, as he ground his dick into your ass gently. "I love you, so fuckin' much." He groaned, his free hand cupping your face. "I love you too, more than you'll ever know." You moaned, his lips returned to you. Much needier than before.

#fezco #euphoria #fez x reader #angst #violence #protective Fez #protectiveAshtray #marie #fezsmut #fanfiction

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criminalmindzjunkie · 3 years

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Hungry Eyes

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Summary: Spencer is tired of hiding your relationship.

A/N: The idea for this fic came from a lovely anon that requested a fic based on She’s So Nice by Pink Guy. I also drew inspo from Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen (strange mix, but stay with me here.) So basically, a lot of Dom!Spencer goodness. I’d like to say a huge thank you for almost 1k followers, because wow. I never imagined 5 people would actually want to read my writing. I love you all, and I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future works!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, jealousy, degradation, spitting, slapping, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex

Word Count: 5.5k

“That is one fine piece of ass. Don’t think I could get any work done with a sweet little thing like that prancing around my precinct,” mutters yet another sleezeball detective, beady eyes trained on you like a lion might study their prospective prey. It’s moments like these that Spencer has to remind himself that patience is a virtue – that he must bite his tongue because he’s at work and that means he has to act professional. Even if those around him don’t seem capable of affording him the same luxury.

So, it’s with a clenched jaw and all the self-restraint that he can muster that Spencer forces himself to focus on the task at hand. Because Spencer is a professional, and there are more pressing matters that demand his undivided attention. The detective could be dealt with later – in the form of a complaint to the higher ups. But for now, patience.

Usually, this wouldn’t be a problem. Years on the job had taught Spencer to remain level headed no matter the circumstance. Usually, Spencer could tune out the locker room talk in favor of immersing himself into the case. But when it came to you, or rather, people who dared to look upon you with eyes laden with lustful intentions, Spencer had a rather short fuse.

It happens often, and he supposes that he shouldn’t be surprised. You’d certainly turned his head the first time he was fortunate enough to lay eyes on you. He’d nearly broken his neck trying to steal another glimpse of you as you walked past him on your way to Emily’s office on your first day. No one would ever describe Spencer Reid as forward, but on that day, he was the most brazen he’d ever been.

Throwing caution to the wind, Spencer made a split-second decision stop you and introduce himself.

It was the best decision he would ever make.

So, yes – he understood why the head of everyone you passed turned your way, eager to bask in your unparalleled beauty. But that didn’t mean that he had to like it. In fact, every time Spencer caught some imprudent bastard leering at you, he had to remind himself that enacting physical force on another person with no real reason could cost him his job. That, and he was above resorting to violence – or at least he was, until you came around.

Part of his anger was rooted in the obvious lack of respect. It didn’t matter if Spencer held your hand in his as the two of you walked down the street, or if he kissed you on the lips in the middle of a crowded restaurant. All the PDA in the world did nothing to assuage the lingering stares, and Spencer felt his sanity chip away with every passing day.

In the beginning, keeping his relationship with you a secret from your colleagues seemed like a good enough idea. Both of you were in agreement that you didn’t want to your personal relationship to affect your professional one, so when the elevator doors opened up and the two of you stepped out into the bullpen, you both were on your best behavior. And it was okay at first – Spencer was able to put his romantic feelings aside and focus on his work, all while still being able to make eyes at you from across the room. It was the perfect arrangement.

Until it wasn’t.

Because it wasn’t enough that you were gorgeous – you were also the most selfless person that Spencer had ever met. Always eager to lend a hand to anyone in need – always seeing the best in everyone, regardless of if they deserve it or not. It was an admirable quality to have, and he loved you for it, but on days like today he wishes you were a little more perceptive.

That, and he wishes you’d chosen to wear anything but the tight little skirt and low-cut top that you were currently sporting. Not that he didn’t love the way the fabric clung to your figure like it was tailor-made for you – because he did - it was just that every other male in the precinct seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. And that made Spencer’s blood boil.

The tipping point comes when, just as Spencer is trying to hunt you down and propose a quick lunch break, he finds you engaging in conversation with the very same detective that had been spouting lewd comments about you all morning. You’re seated at the breakroom table, clutching a fresh cup of coffee in hand as you look up at the man, a polite smile upturning your lips as you listen to him drone on about how his amateur baseball team had won some stupid fucking tournament the previous weekend. He’s smiling down at you, endlessly smug and way too pleased with himself at having captured your attention.

It makes Spencer sick.

His reprieve comes when your eyes flit to the doorway and you flash him a breathtaking smile. It makes him warm from the inside out, and Spencer wants nothing more than to plant kiss after kiss on your lips. Unfortunately, he can’t, so he settles on returning your smile.

“There you are,” Spencer greets as he crosses the room before coming to a stop next to you. “I was thinking we could go grab lunch.”

“Is it really lunch time already?” you murmur as you glance down at your watch. “I guess I let the day get away from me. Detective Yarborough was just telling me about the baseball game his team won this weekend.”

“Oh, was he now,” Spencer feigns interest as he turns to face the man.

“Yup,” you say, completely oblivious to the uncomfortable tension. “Didn’t you tell me you played in a baseball game once?”

This piques the interest of Yarborough and he raises an eyebrow at Spencer.

“You play?” he asks, tone laden with disbelief.

“Not exactly.”

The detective merely harrumphs in response, and an uncomfortable silence falls on the room.

Your eyes dart between the two men and your brows furrow adorably as you try to make sense of the almost palpable animosity.

“Okay… So, lunch. Did you have anything in mind, Spence?”

“There’s a really good pizza joint two blocks from here,” Yarborough chimes in. “I could show you, if you like.”

He acts as if the offer extends to you both, but the way he looks only at you when he says it tells Spencer otherwise.

“The hospitality is appreciated, but that won’t be necessary,” Spencer breezes, clipped and to the point. He’s able to see in his peripheral vision the way your eyebrows raise in shock, but he’s too busy glaring at the detective to care.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks anyways, Detective,” you mutter confusedly as you stand.

“Anything for a pretty lady such as yourself,” he replies. “And you can call me Trevor.”

Spencer’s hands are clenched into fists and he has to actually bite down on his tongue to keep from doing something he’d surely regret later. You bid Trevor ado with a smile and a parting wave, and then Spencer’s ushering you out of the room and down the hall, hand placed firmly on your back. He can’t do much in regards to initiating physical contact, but he allows himself this miniscule act of PDA. The feeling of your warmth radiating through your blouse is the only thing keeping him from giving into his primal instincts. Instincts that are screaming at him to put that smarmy bastard in his place.

The hours after lunch pass by rather uneventfully. You accompany Tara when she goes to interview the victim’s family, and for the first-time all-day Spencer is able to repress his frustration long enough to focus on piecing together a geographical profile. By the time you and Tara return, the sun has long since disappeared from the sky and fatigue is rolling off everyone in waves. When Emily finally announces the end of the day, she’s met with absolutely no resistance.

Spencer immediately scans the room for you, only to frown when he sees that you’re nowhere in sight. In fact, he hasn’t set eyes on you in well over an hour, too busy wrapping up the days’ work to notice your absence until now.

“Has anyone seen Y/N?” Spencer calls out. His question is met by several shaking heads.

“I think she’s busy,” JJ sing-songs, eyebrows waggling suggestively. Spencer’s frown only deepens.

“Busy?”

JJ nods.

“Yarborough has been chomping at the bit to ask her to dinner. My guess is he’s got her cornered somewhere.”

Of fucking course.

Spencer’s out of his seat and stomping through the precinct in second, oblivious to the way his coworkers exchange curious glances as he storms off.

He finds the two of you in much the same way as before, only this time Trevor is blocking your path to the doorway, hand in the air as he moves to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

“– C’mon, babe. Say you’ll go to dinner with me,” Trevor croons in a way that’s supposed to come off as seductive. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

You lean backwards in an attempt to evade his touch, and you barely get the chance to open your mouth when Spencer intervenes.

“She’s not interested.”

The detective whips around, snorting in annoyance when he sees Spencer standing in the doorway.

“What are you, her fucking keeper?” Trevor sneers, before turning back to face you. “Who does this guy think he is?”

Something in Spencer snaps, then – the same something that has been swelling inside him for months, threatening to spill over every time he had to pretend that the stares didn’t enrage him. He’s tired of pretending, tired of hiding, and so, so fucking tired of not putting assholes like Trevor Yarborough in their place.

Fueled by months of suppressed anger, Spencer manages to cross the room in about two seconds. He has several inches on the detective, standing at an intimidating six-foot one inch in height, so when he comes to a stop right in front of the detective, he’s looming over him threateningly.

“I’m her fucking boyfriend, and if you so much as try to touch her again, I’ll break your goddamn hand,” Spencer spits out, and he’d be lying if he said the way Trevor’s eyes widen in fear doesn’t thrill him. “Are we clear?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, dude,” Trevor splutters, raising his hands in surrender. “Didn’t know she was taken. My bad.”

Spencer tears his eyes away from the detective and takes in the way you’re watching on with an amused expression. He reaches out, and you’re quick to place your hand in his. Without speaking another word to the detective, Spencer leads you from the room and out the back entrance of the precinct.

“What was that?” you tease, eyes glistening mischievously underneath the street lights. “I thought we agreed that we weren’t taking things public just yet?”

Spencer crowds you against the brick wall of the building, pressing his body flush against yours. He ducks down swiftly, pulling you into a frenzied kiss. His lips drag against yours relentlessly, and all it takes is one breathy moan before he’s licking into your mouth possessively. Spencer slots his knee in between your legs, simultaneously groping at your chest with one hand as the other tangles in your hair.

When Spencer pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck as you writhe against him, hands clinging tightly to his dress shirt. You whimper when his teeth nip at the tender spot right under your ear, and you can’t help the way your hips cant up when Spencer’s tongue brushes against reddened skin.

“I’m tired of pretending,” Spencer murmurs as his mouth continues to move against you, sucking purple bruises against your flesh. “Don’t fucking care about how it will affect the job. Tomorrow, everyone’s gonna know that you’re mine. Gonna mark every inch of you tonight – gonna fuck you until you can’t fucking walk.”

“Please,” you slur as you guide Spencer’s hand down until his fingers graze the end of your skirt. Spencer chuckles darkly against your neck when his hand brushes against the soiled lace of your panties.

“Didn’t mean I’d fuck you right here,” he laughs, prompting you to let out an impatient whine. The hand that was previously tangled in your hair slides down until it’s wrapped around your throat, and Spencer’s cock twitches eagerly in his pants when you push your throat harder into his palm. “Such a needy little slut for me. Ready and willing for me to fuck you out in the open, where anyone could walk by and see how fucking desperate you are for my cock.”

“M’ your slut,” you pant as Spencer’s middle and index fingers ghost across your center. “Only yours, Spence. I don’t care who sees, just - please fuck me!”

“I fucking own you,” Spencer growls against your lips as he tightens his hold on your throat. “And as much as I’d love to take you right against this wall, the things I have planned for you would elicit quite an audience. I know how loud you like to be.”

Spencer pushes your panties to the side and you let out a low hiss as he drags a finger across where want him most. You cry out in frustration when he removes his hand to bring it up to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick his finger clean.

“Just needed a little taste to tide me over,” Spencer murmurs, smirking devilishly at you as he steps back from you. “Let’s head back to the hotel. I’ve got lots I wanna do to you, pretty girl.”

As soon as the door to the hotel room clicks shut, clothes are flying off as the two of you make your way to the bed. It’s a mad dash as you both undress, and as soon as the last garment leaves your body, Spencer pounces on you. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, and the way you immediately go pliant as Spencer’s mouth works against yours makes him hum appreciatively.

“Don’t feel like being nice tonight. Are you gonna let me use that pretty little pussy however I want?” Spencer inquires, though he already knows the answer. He’s known how tonight would pan out ever since the first roll of your hips against his back at the police station.

You nod fervently, hopelessly, and Spencer moves his hand up to grip your chin in his hand. The pad of his thumb traces over the swollen skin of your kiss bruised lips.

“What about this?” he asks, tapping lightly against your lip. “Are you gonna let me fuck this slutty little mouth of yours?” Spencer slips his thumb into your mouth and you immediately close your lips around the digit, suckling lightly. Your eyes never leave his.

“You’d do anything I asked you to, wouldn’t you, pet?” Spencer muses, pressing his thumb farther into your mouth until you gag around him. Spencer withdraws his thumb and his hand tugs hard on the hair at the back of your scalp. “Open.”

You oblige immediately, and Spencer spits into your waiting mouth. You swallow without being instructed, and the visual of it makes Spencer let out a low groan.

“Get on your knees,” Spencer barks out, and the way you scramble to follow his order makes him let out a chuckle. “So eager to have my cock in your mouth,” he hums as he taps his dick teasingly against your cheek. You open your mouth wide for him, and Spencer guides your mouth down onto his dick at a tantalizingly slow pace. You let out a moan as you hollow your cheeks around his head, tongue lapping greedily at the precum that gathered there before Spencer makes you take him deeper.

“Everyone thinks you’re such an innocent little thing, but here you are, letting me use you like a cheap whore while you enjoy every minute of it,” Spencer says through gritted teeth as you moan wantonly around his cock. It isn’t until he’s halfway down your throat that your eyes begin to water, mascara running down your cheeks as he fucks into your mouth.

Spencer lets out a choked sound when your nose brushes against the skin of his abdomen, and he has to fight the urge to throw his head back in pleasure. He doesn’t want to look away, not even for a moment. Not when you’re looking up at him like that, tears running down your face as you swallow around his length.

He pulls you off him just the tiniest bit before he’s forcing you back down, a string of curses falling from his lips as your head bobs up and down.

“You take my cock so well, pretty girl,” Spencer praises, prompting you to let out a muffled moan around him. The vibrations send a shock of pleasure through him and he can help the way his hips stutter. “Fuck, baby. You like it when I tell you what a perfect little whore you are, don’t you?”

You’re unable to answer, because Spencer presses down on the back of your head until you’ve taken all of him again. The pressure he puts on you doesn’t relent, not even when you gag around him.

“Fucking choke on it, slut,” Spencer grunts. “Don’t act like you don’t want this. You were just begging me to fuck you in an alley not twenty minutes ago, like some pathetic fucking tramp. You wanna act like a tramp, I’m gonna treat you like one.”

Spencer’s lips curl into a debauched grin when your hands come up and grip the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer and further down your throat.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” Spencer moans, giving several more harsh thrusts before pulling you off of him completely. Spencer reaches down to wipe at the spit that coats your lips as you look up at him with a shy smile.

“You okay, pretty girl?” Spencer asks as he caresses the side of your face.

“Mm,” you hum, nuzzling your face against his palm. “Keep going, please. Don’t hold back.”

“God, I fucking love you,” Spencer sighs happily. “Get on the bed.”

By the time Spencer fishes a tie out of his suitcase, you’re sprawled out across the bed, head resting against the pillows with your legs spread wide. Your teeth are nestled against your bottom lip as you watch him stalk towards you, eyes running up and down his naked figure appreciatively.

Spencer crawls onto the bed until he’s settled in between your legs. You present your wrists to him, just like you’ve done a million times before, and Spencer feels that familiar thrum of excitement rush through his body. He fucking lives for moments like these – moments where all his problems melt away to nothing. Moments where he has no other thought than wrecking you, thoroughly and completely.

Once your wrists are bound you hold them above you, and Spencer sits back on his heels, eyes raking up and down every inch of you.

“M’ so fucking lucky to be the only one who gets to see you like this.”

Spencer pinches your right nipple in between his fingers and you let out a squeak, hips bucking up, desperate for some friction. He kneads your breast in his hand as he lowers his mouth to the other one, tongue laving around you. A light nip from his teeth is all that it takes for you to cry out, eyelids fluttering closed.

“Spence, please. Need you to touch me now, pl-”

Spencer’s hand connecting with your cheek stops you from finishing your sentence.

“Do not tell me what to do,” Spencer seethes, once again gripping your chin to keep you from looking away. “Ungrateful slut. I should just leave you here, fucking dripping and desperate for a release that you won’t get. Maybe then you’d learn to take what’s given to you.”

“Please, no! I’ll be good, I swear. I’m sorry!”

Spencer narrows his eyes at you, contemplative.

“Open.”

You do as he says, and without another word Spencer inserts two fingers into your mouth, pressing down hard on your tongue.

“Get them nice and wet, and maybe I’ll think about using them on you.”

You do as he tells you, and by the time Spencer removes his fingers from your mouth, you’re trembling underneath him from anticipation.

“D-Did I do good?” you stutter out, batting your lashes at him as you squirm under his gaze.

“So good, baby. I think you’ve earned my fingers,” Spencer hums. “Need you to be still, okay? You’re not gonna like what happens if you try to move.”

You nod enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers brush across your clit. Spencer spends ample time rubbing deliciously slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, relishing in every gasp and whimper that falls from your lips. Lips that he’d very much like to kiss, so he does, and you’re more than happy to reciprocate. Spencer lets out a happy sigh into your mouth.

You get lost in the kiss, so lost in the way that Spencer licks into your mouth that it catches you completely off guard when he slides two fingers into you.

“Oh, God,” you moan when Spencer curls his fingers against your walls, fucking them in and out of you, slow and unrelenting.

“S’that feel good, princess?” Spencer asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Tell me how it feels.”

Your head falls back against the pillows as you struggle to keep your hips firmly placed on the mattress.

“Feels amazing, Spence. Always feels so good with you. Never want anyone else, only you.”

And fuck, if that sentiment doesn’t shoot straight to his heart - amongst other places. Spencer places a tender kiss to your cheek before he’s moving down to your neck and sucking a bruise right under your jaw.

“Yeah?” Spencer prompts. “Not even that stupid fucking detective? I’m sure he’d love a chance to see you like this.”

“So, you were jealous,” you chuckle between moans, and Spencer bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder.

“F-Fuck, Spencer!”

“Should I be jealous?” Spencer speeds up the onslaught of his fingers, scissoring them at such an unforgiving pace that you can’t help but roll your hips against them.

You regret this instantly, because Spencer’s fingers immediately pull out of you, leaving you empty and cold. Spencer tuts, shaking his head disappointedly.

“Dumb little whore can’t even sit still long enough to cum on my fingers.”

“Please, let me try again. I’ll do better, I promise!”

Spencer shakes his head and scoots up until his back is rested against the pillows.

“C’mere,” he commands. “Lay across my lap. Or can you not follow simple commands?”

“I-I can,” you whisper as you crawl across him, splaying out so that you rest on your elbows with your ass in the air.

Spencer grabs a handful of your ass and kneads it in his hands.

“How many do you think you deserve?”

You blush and smile shyly at him from over your shoulder.

“However many you want to give me. I can take it.”

Spencer returns your smile.

“Good answer. I think you can handle fifteen. How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect. T-Thank you, Spencer,” you mumble, cheeks burning red. Spencer continues to caress the tender skin of your bare ass, admiring the way the skin is completely blank; the perfect canvas.

You let out a whimper when his hand comes down hard on your ass before kneading the sensitive, reddening skin.

“T-Thank you,” you gasp out, and Spencer is quick to follow up with another strike against the opposite cheek.

It goes on like this until it’s time for the fifteenth strike, and by then you’ve devolved into garbled whines, ass bright red and marked up with the imprint of Spencer’s hands. His dick is painfully hard underneath you, and you’re in a similar state – arousal dripping onto Spencer’s thigh, coating it.

“Last one, baby. Do you think you can handle it?”

“Y-Yes,” you choke out. “Please, I need it. Hurt me, please.”

The desperation in your voice does things to him, makes him practically feral with the need to fucking tear you apart, and Spencer is quick to deliver the final blow. You barely even have it in you to cry out anymore – a feeble sob is all that falls from your lips.

Spencer’s hand ghosts down across your bruised skin until his fingertips trace over where you drip for him.

“You like it when I punish you, don’t you, dirty girl?” Spencer hums as his fingers glide over your soaked folds.

“Y-Yes,” you mewl, shifting so that your cunt grinds back onto his hand. Spencer indulges you - allows you to rock your hips against his palm as he watches on in awe, soaking up every desperate sound that tumbles past your lips.

Spencer pulls his hand away after a moment and you keen in protest.

“Can you sit up for me, sweet girl?” Spencer asks, and you nod, because of course you do – you’d do anything if you thought it’d please him. You struggle to pull yourself up with shaky limbs, and Spencer puts a hand on your lower back to steady you. “Can you straddle my leg? Yeah, just like that.” Spencer pulls you down and places a slow kiss to your lips, one hand coming up to wipe away the tears gliding down your face. After a moment of slow, sweet kisses are shared, Spencer unties your wrists.

“I want you to ride my thigh – can you do that, princess?”

You whimper as you lower yourself down onto his leg, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to rock against the hardened muscle of his leg.

Spencer continues placing kisses on your lips, your face, your neck – worshipping every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth, all while whispering praises against you.

“So perfect for me. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs as he grips your hips with steady hands, urging you to increase the speed of your hips. “Can’t wait to have that perfect pussy wrapped around my cock. Always so tight, yet you take it so well every time.”

“S-Spence, m’ close,” you slur, hands clinging desperately to his shoulders.

“Already? You usually last a bit longer than that, baby.”

“P-Please, Spencer, I can’t-” you whimper, tears once again pricking at the corners of your eyes at the thought of having to wait a second longer.

“Shh, baby. It’s okay, you can cum,” Spencer reassures you, and your shoulders visibly untense. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

It takes two more rolls of your hips for you to cum on Spencer’s thigh with a cry of his name. Spencer rubs soothing circles into your hips as you ride out your high, murmuring broken thank yous as you come down.

Finally, you still, and your eyes open, pupils so dilated that your eyes look almost black in the dim light of the hotel room.

“You okay, princess?”

You give a weak nod.

“M’great,” you smile, sounding as fucked out as he’s ever heard you. You lean down and slot your mouth against his, and the kiss is slow and languid – soft and unhurried.

Spencer is the first to pull away.

“Need you to get on all fours for me,” he instructs. “Don’t think you need to put any pressure on that pretty little ass of yours right now.”

You giggle at that, before crawling off of Spencer’s lap. You assume the position, and Spencer places a pillow underneath your hips before trailing a line of kisses down your spine. By the time he reaches your ass, you’re writing against him, wiggling your hips eagerly. Spencer places a kiss to both of your bruised cheeks before pulling away.

You let out a startled oh! when Spencer licks up your center, parting you with his fingers before fucking in and out of you with his tongue.

“S-Spence, oh my God, yes!” you cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as he continues to work his mouth against your core.

“Love your fucking pussy so much,” Spencer sighs against you, lapping at your clit hungrily. “Could fucking lick you out for hours. You taste so perfect, Y/N.”

Spencer lets out a filthy groan against you, and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge, wrecked moans filling the otherwise silent hotel room. This orgasm hits you both quicker and harder than the first, and he can’t help but smile against you as you rock back against his face, desperate to prolong the sensation. Spencer continues to work you through your orgasm, stopping only when you cease to twitch underneath him.

“Such a good girl for me. Think you can handle one more?”

You raise up just enough that you can look at him from over your shoulder.

“Yes, please,” you beg, voice scratchy and raw. “Please, fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Spencer chuckles. “Do you think you can lay on your back? I wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum on my cock.”

You answer by rolling over, wincing slightly when your ass comes in contact with the sheets. You look up at Spencer with wide, doe eyes. You have mascara smeared all down your cheeks and your lips are swollen, and to top it all off, deep, purple love bites are dusted across the entire expanse of your neck and chest. Spencer had set out to mark you as his – so that no one would be able to deny that you belonged to him – and he’d done a spectacular job, if he said so himself.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty.”

“Then come fuck me already,” you challenge, looking sated in every possible way – yet still, your eyes hold the same hunger that he’s sure is reflected in his own eyes.

Spencer leans down and traps your lips in a bruising kiss, and without warning he thrusts in you to the hilt. You cry out into the kiss, startled by the sudden intrusion, but Spencer sets a brutal pace that leaves you no time to recover.

“You said you wanted me to fuck you,” he growls against your lips. “Now fucking take it.”

He’s fucking into you so hard that you can’t even manage a reply – you just tighten your legs around his waist and drag your nails across the expanse of his back, no doubt leaving bright red marks in your wake. Spencer can feel his own release fast approaching – honestly, he’s been close ever since the first drag of his tongue against your pussy. And now that he’s finally enveloped into your tight, wet heat, that all too familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach is threatening to consume him.

Spencer’s hand descends from its place next to your head down to your clit, and your whole body jolts with the first swipe of his thumb. You clench around him as a litany of particularly filthy utterances escapes you, and Spencer’s hips stutter.

“Fuck, princess,” he groans, head coming to rest on your shoulder as he struggles to regain his rhythm. “You don’t even know what you do to me. You’ve ruined me for anyone else. Never fucking want to lose you. Love you so much.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chant into his ear, sounding like some kind of siren, luring him straight to his inevitable ruination. “I’m so close, Spence. Cum with me, please? I want to feel you. Please, baby.”

“Y-Yeah, fuck,” Spencer chokes out. “Say my name when you cum, princess. Want everyone to know how good I fuck you.”

And when you cum with a shout of his name, walls pulsating deliciously around his cock, Spencer is quick to join you. He continues to roll his hips against yours as you both ride it out, whispers of almost intelligible affirmations being shared between slow, loving kisses.

After a moment of post-orgasm bliss, Spencer leaves and returns with a bottle of cocoa butter lotion and a warm, wet rag. You watch on with heavy lidded eyes as he cleans you up, and for a moment, he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. It’s not until he finishes slathering your reddened backside with lotion that you speak again.

“You shouldn’t be jealous, by the way,” you murmur as he lays down beside you. “You’re it for me, Spencer Reid. I don’t ever want you to doubt that I’m anything less than crazy about you.”

It’s everything that Spencer’s ever wanted to hear, and just like that, every fear – every insecurity that had plagued him in the past several months – fell away to nothing. Suddenly, he couldn’t remember why he’d ever been worried in the first place.

“You’re it for me, too,” Spencer whispers as he pulls you until his arms and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“We’re going to have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, you know,” you remark as you nuzzle into Spencer’s side.

“Don’t care,” he sighs happily. “I’ll shout it from the roof tops if I have to. I want everyone to know you’re my girl.”

“You’re a sap, Doctor Reid.”

“Only for you.”

A moment of blissful silence passes, before the sound of your growling stomach sets you both into a fit of giggles.

“We never did get dinner, did we?” Spencer muses as he lightly runs his fingernails across your scalp. You hum appreciatively and a pleased shiver rolls through you.

“Nope. You were a little too preoccupied with marking your territory to even offer to feed me,” you tease as you run your fingertips down the planes of his chest.

“Well, now that that’s been taken care of - could I interest you in some takeout?”

“Possibly,” you sigh, flattening your palm on his chest, right over his heart. “Do you think that pizza place Trevor mentioned delivers?”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

“Is that a no?”

“... Look up the number.”

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rayshippouuchiha · 3 years

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Yamada: so how did you and izuku start dating

Aizawa: I saw him crush a watermelon with his thighs and I accidentally said out loud “oh god I wish that were me right now” and here we are now

~The way this immediately and completely ate my entire brain~

Of three things Aizawa Shouta is absolutely sure:

One, he simply was not built for operating during the daylight hours. Nighttime really is where it's at in his opinion. The general lack of crowds and eye-searing sunlight just can't be beaten. (Dusk and dawn hours also get a pass but they're both on thin ice.)

Two, the beach is a sandy hell-scape whose only redeeming factor is the convenient access it provides to the eldritch horror that is the ocean aka the place he'll doubtlessly end up drowning himself when he finally, and according to Hizashi inevitably, snaps and runs gibbering mad into the abyss.

And three, he's absolutely and irrevocably cursed. He's being singled out and punished from on high by the gods themselves. His name is writ large across the cosmos in mockery. There is a cosmic "kick me" sign taped to his spiritual back and Shouta's going to hunt his former student Sero down and give him detention for life for encouraging his family's patron god to put it there.

By this point it's really the only logical explanation.

Which, as a card-carrying atheist, he's pretty sure is saying something about the depth of his feelings regarding his current circumstances.

Because there's no other explanation for why or how he's managed to find himself in this current situation.

The situation being, of course, Shouta, in full hero gear, standing in the hot sun on a pristine sandy beach, surrounded by screaming fans as he provides extra security and crowd control for the 20th Annual Heroic Sukiwari Charity Drive.

Shouta has seen hell and it is both Ms. Joke's open mic night and this exact moment right here.

Because, again, he's absolutely 100% cursed.

And the avatar of said curse is, obviously, his soon-to-be ex-best friend who somehow roped him into this entire thing.

Because some people say divine retribution when talking about cosmic revenge plots but Shouta tends to just says Yamada Hizashi. The two are, in many ways, interchangeable.

Shouta's going to put purify salts in all of Hizashi's hair products and also his sugar jar and possibly his energy drinks the next chance he gets.

Because if he never sees another shirtless pro-hero or another watermelon again in his life it'll be too soon.

He's pretty sure he has permanent hearing damage from all of the screaming and screeching the crowd's been doing since this thing started.

And if, after all these years of friendship with the personification of a megaphone, watching a bunch of pro's crush watermelons with nothing but their personal strength on a beach to raise money for various charities is what finally destroys his hearing Shouta is going to shave Hizashi bald before he finally embraces sweet death.

Or enacts Nezu's birthday plans and becomes a supervillain.

The jury's honestly still out at this point.

Shouta does his best to shut out the screaming behind him as one of the cameramen slides up beside him, getting a better angle on the stage as Hizashi, who's currently screeching about Miruko's performance, practically dances across the sand in front of where Shouta's standing.

"Wow, wow, wow," Present Mic chants as he dramatically fans himself, "that was one on heart-stopping, hare-raising show. Let's give it up for everyone's favorite bad, bad, bunny, Miruko!"

For her part, Miruko just struts off the small stage with a nonchalant wave to the crowd, her tiny white bikini in place and the pulverized remains of the half dozen watermelons she'd dropped kicked into soup left behind her.

"But don't lose that rhythm yet listeners," Mic announces gleefully. "Because we've got one more hero set to take the stage! So, without further ado, it's the moment I know a lot of you have been waiting for, myself included if we're being honest. The pièce de résistance of our little shindig, the showstopper himself, the one, the only, the #1 Can Do Hero Dekiru."

The crowd is absolutely deafening.

And, for once, Shouta has to grudgingly admit that he can't actually blame them.

Shirtless, sculpted shoulders and tight abs on display thanks to his low sitting and almost criminally short green swim shorts, and with his trademark bashful smile in place, Dekiru trots out from behind the curtained-off area with a crate of watermelons resting on his shoulder like it's no big deal.

Shouta's pretty sure someone to his immediate right faints but considering they're not currently a trample risk he ignores it.

But the casual show of strength with no quirk use in sight is more than a bit impressive.

For all that people, romance specifically, and attraction in general, have all been things to be considered on a firm case-by-case basis for Shouta, even he has to admit that Dekiru is ... captivating.

Rather drastically so for Shouta considering he's never actually met the man before in person.

Though Shouta does feel like he almost knows him on some level considering the fact that it really would take an act of the actual gods to get Yagi to shut up about his erstwhile protege during staff meetings.

Dekiru waves his free hand at the crowd as he sets his crate of watermelons down on the stage.

"Show us what you've got!" Mic demands from a few feet to Shouta's left. "And let's give him some encouragement listeners!"

The crowd starts up a loud and steady chant of "De~ki~ru!" as the hero pulls his first watermelon out and begins his set.

With an effortless flex of muscles, Dekiru digs his fingers into the watermelon and wrenches it completely in two.

Shouta reaches up to tug at the top of his uniform, relishing the small sip of cool air it grants him.

Shoulders and biceps flexing, another watermelon meets its end between Dekiru's palms.

Shouta really needs to add a water bottle to his utility belt because hydration is important. Or so he's been repeatedly told.

"Those hands, those muscles," Mic groans dramatically. "He really is the Can Do Hero!"

Cheeks noticeably flushed, Dekiru sits down on the stage and fits a watermelon between thick, toned thighs.

His hips twist, those thighs flex, and the watermelon cracks, spilling juice and sweet pink flesh all over Dekiru's lap.

"Oh god," Shouta can't help but say, "I wish that was me right now."

On stage Dekiru's eyes go wide as his attention somehow abruptly zero's in on Shouta.

It's at that moment that Shouta becomes aware of the deafening silence that's fallen over the beach.

Head-turning agonizingly slowly to the left, Shouta's confronted with the sight of Mic, microphone in hand, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

His sunglasses are askew and he's staring at Shouta with a look on his face that's one part horror and one part unholy glee.

As a matter of fact, the entire beach is staring at him in much the same way.

For a moment Shouta just freezes, body going still at having so much attention turned in his direction.

This ... was not the turn he was expecting the day to take by far.

His first instinct is to, honestly, use his scarf to slingshot himself directly into the sun so his soul can be cleansed with cosmic fire.

But then ...

"Ah," Dekiru speaks up from on the stage, one hand ruffling the back of his hair and cheeks darker than before, "maybe we could go on a date first though? If you'd like?"

There's suddenly a part of Shouta that doesn't actually want to delete himself from existence via self-immolation.

And there's an even large part that doesn't want to outright reject Dekiru's seemingly sincere offer.

Because, when it all comes down to it, Dekiru seems to be, by all accounts, what passes for exactly Shouta's type.

Whip-smart if his very public arrest record and tendency to argue online and on the air with people he disagrees with is anything to go by.

Cute, with that dark green hair and sharp undercut, matching wide eyes, and a face sprinkled liberally with freckles.

Leanly built and small enough that Shouta's sure he could move him around easily but obviously muscular enough to be able to put up just the right amount of resistance in the right situation.

And, above all else, if the stories are to be believed, obviously some degree of batshit insane.

More than one story Yagi had told during breaks had Shouta questioning if the man had imported special American demons back to Japan and then stuffed them all into the deceptively charming and approachable-looking hero that is Dekiru.

So there's really only one logical way to proceed forward in this situation.

Shouta grins.

Several people in the crowd around him step back.

He's pretty sure he hears someone start reciting a prayer.

But Dekiru just blushes, eyes locked on Shouta's and teeth tugging at his lower lip.

"Hope you like coffee," Shouta finally says into the breathless silence that's fallen over them, "and cats."

Dekiru lights up, a smile brighter than the sun and twice as deadly blossoming across his face.

Just off of Shouta's side, Hizashi's busy having some kind of hysterical seizure.

Around them the crowd is going absolutely feral.

Yagi's going to birth actual kittens in the middle of the staff room when he finds out about this.

Shouta can't wait.

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pennylanefics · 3 years

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First Meeting - Jacob Black

a/n: sorry i haven’t been posting many fics. still so caught up with school and i know these next two weeks are going to be STRESSFUL. also i’m not super proud of this :/

•••

“So, you’re a werewolf?” You confirm, glancing towards Jacob. He nods, shoving his hands in his pockets, continuing to walk beside you.

“It’s something I was born with and I couldn’t help imprinting on you,” he explains a little more.

He had taken you on a walk on the Beach at La Push to tell you that he had imprinted on you the other day, and to inform you of the history of his tribe and what it meant.

“Well, it’s certainly lots of new information, but I’m glad you told me,” you smile. He returns the gesture and wraps an arm around your waist.

“I really wasn’t supposed to, but there was no way I couldn’t. I love you and I hate not telling you things, so the pack will just have to deal with it.”

“The pack?” You wonder.

“Yeah. All of us that have the shapeshifting gene. We’re kind of like a big family. Sam’s the alpha, and the rest of us have to follow his orders. Paul, Jared, Seth, Leah, Quil, and Embry.”

“Quil and Embry are like you too?”

“Uh huh. And I want to introduce you to them. All of them.” You stop in your tracks, causing Jacob to walk a few steps ahead before stopping as well.

“What?” He asks.

“You want me to meet the pack? The people that are like your family?”

“Yeah. I think it’d be great for you to get to know them and be close with them, considering you’re going to be around for a while,” he chuckles. You, however, were still very nervous.

It shocked you a bit. Sure, you’ve known each other for a while, and you’ve been dating for a short while, but the whole imprinting and werewolf thing was new to you. You weren’t sure about this all. It all happened so fast.

“Uh, maybe it’d be better if we wait a little bit. I mean, I just learned about all of this, can I have some time to process it?” Jacob sighs and nods his head understandingly.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he whispers, pulling you in for a hug.

He waited about a week until he asked you again. The following day, the pack was going to be at Sam and Emily’s all day, so he thought it would be a good time to meet them, relaxed and lounging around, better than a fancy, uptight dinner.

As much as you were dreading it, you agreed, knowing it would make Jake happy. You dressed in a casual, comfy outfit, and hopped into Jacob’s car to ride over there. The entire drive, though, your hands were fidgeting in your lap. Jacob eventually reaches over and holds your hand in his to help calm you.

Walking inside, you felt the atmosphere change. Everyone was staring at you, pausing whatever they were doing. You suddenly felt very self-concious and shy, which makes you curl into Jacob’s side.

“Hey guys, this is (Y/N),” he introduces. Everyone gathers around in front of you, introducing themselves one by one. You offer a shy wave to every one, and the tension in the air is awkward.

“Why don’t you settle in, (Y/N), would you like a muffin?” Emily warmly offers you.

“Sure, thanks,” you smile softly, plucking one from the plate. Jacob guides you into the living room and takes a seat on the couch with you. The pack suspiciously watches from the kitchen, not knowing what to think of you yet.

“I don’t think that went well, Jake,” you whisper, keeping your head down. His hand comes up to rub your back.

“We still have the rest of the day, everything will be fine.”

It was, for the most part. You were still quite shy and not exactly interactive, your mind racing, overthinking every little thing you said and did.

When lunch was ready, you all sat around two small tables, you and Jake at a table with Embry, Quil, and Jared. They asked you about yourself, which you answered shortly and softly.

You could tell you weren’t making a good impression, and that thought only made your anxiety worse.You were trying hard to socialize, but your brain was so clouded. At one point, you get very overwhelmed and take a step outside, Jacob watching after you, worried.

He can hear the other’s thoughts when you do.

What is she doing now? Jared

What’s so hard about answering simple questions about herself? Paul

She seems...boring. Embry

Jacob growls at every one of them and stands up, storming outside to find you. Yet you are no where to be found. He searches the entire perimeters of the house, but he finally notices you in his car. Climbing into the driver’s seat, he’s hesitant.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” He softly questions. Your heart skips a beat from his gentle tone.

“I can’t...I can’t stop thinking about what they think of me, and it’s making this all worse and I want them to like me, but with how today’s going, I don’t think they do,” you ramble. Jacob shifts in his seat, scared to tell you what he just heard from them.

“(Y/N), it doesn’t matter what they think about you. If they don’t like you, that’s on them. You’re an amazing woman, and I love you so much. You’re my imprint and you’re not going anywhere. No matter what they think.”

“But you said they’re like your brothers! What am I supposed to think or do if your own brothers don’t like me?”

“Deal with it. Let them come around to see it just takes time for you to get used to new people, and especially get used to this life. I know they’re going to love you as soon as you start spending more time with them.”

“But-”

“No buts! I’ll go back in there and tell them that you’re not feeling well and we can go home, see them another day, but in a smaller group. Maybe getting to know them one by one would be better.”

“How are you going to lie to them when they can read your thoughts?” Jacob chuckles and shakes his head.

“Oh yeah, I forgot I told you that,” he says.

“So, what are you going to tell them?”

“That you got a bit overwhelmed with everything and are still trying to deal with it all, and that you need a bit more space. I’ll tell them it was my fault.”

“Because it is your fault,” you laugh. Jacob scoffs playfully and opens the door.

“Okay, okay, sassy pants. Just relax and I’ll be back. I’ll pack up our lunch and take it home.”

Jacob returns minutes later, Sam walking out with him to chat with you for a moment.

“Hey, we know this isn’t going to be easy for you, and trust me, it took Emily a while, even after what happened. But I know you’re going to fit right in,” Sam tells you. You smile gratefully and open your door to hug him.

“Thank you. I promise to be back soon, maybe when there’s less people.”

“Why don’t you and Jake come over for dinner one night? Just you, him, Emily and me?” He offers.

“That’d be great.” Sam looks to Jacob and nods.

“We’ll find a day maybe next week or the following,” Sam says.

“Yeah, we’ll talk and work out a day,” Jacob replies. Sam heads back inside and Jacob starts the car up, driving home in silence.

He puts your leftovers in the fridge for later as you settle into your couch, eyes falling shut.

“Come here,” Jacob whispers, pulling you into his arms after he takes a seat. You are pulled flush against his chest, inhaling the scent of your favorite cologne of his. “I love you.” His voice is just as soft as before.

“I love you too, Jake. I’m so-”

“If you apologize in any way, I’m not going to accept it,” he chuckles. You sigh and smack his arm.

“I really am, though. I know how important it is to you for me to meet them and get to know them. And the fact that I got caught up in my own thoughts to do so-”

“It makes you human. No one would be able to act normal around a group of people that they just found out are shapeshifting werewolves. I don’t hate you, I’m not upset with you, and trust me, I would much rather have a lazy day in with you than listen to them yell and scream and fight with each other.”

You don’t respond, and instead stay cuddled up against him, his warm body comforting you, along with his hand stroking your back.

“I’m so grateful for you,” he mumbles against your forehead.

#jacob black #jacob black imagines #jacob black x reader #jacob black imagine #twilight #twilight new moon #twilight eclipse #the twilight saga #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

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mywritingonlyfans · 3 years

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Fluffly fic with Thomas (A bit smut at the end)

this short fic is about: you having a crush on Thomas and he matches.

warnings: it’s a bit smut. fingering + female oral. fem!reader x thomas raggi

Thomas kept his jaw set as he talked to his friends, in a way that you find quiet charming. He was the serious type, but in the best of ways. Anyone who didn't know him would think he was bored or indifferent to the conversation going on around him, something that in a short time you became aware that it was just him being himself.

You love how his body seemed tense and at the same time so out of place. His hair was cascading down his shoulders as his hands shook the beer bottle mysteriously. God certainly had his favourites, Thomas was a living proof of that.

“He fancies you too, you should have noticed that by now,” Victoria whispered, getting your attention back to her.

You were in the kitchen of his house with her.

Your back was against the wall, allowing you a perfect view of Thomas on the other room. He had decided to throw a party and as you were new to the group it was obvious that you’d be there with them.

“I don’t know,” you frowned, “I don’t think he does.”

Thomas could have anyone he wanted, anyone in the room, no matter what room he was in.

He indeed used to be touchy when it comes to you. You remember moments when he'd walk close to you, bumping his shoulder with yours, just for the hell of it or when he’d place his arm around your waist to introduce you to some of his friends, making you part of his chitchat. Over time, you realized this was his way of being friendly. Thomas was like that with everyone, you were no exception.

“Well, that’s not what Dami told me. He said he asked several times if you‘d come tonight and all of that,”

“Yeah?” Your voice was low, secretly afraid she might be poking fun at you. It wasn’t her type to do that, but when it comes to Thomas your head doesn’t work coherently.

Your attention wandered from her, back to Thomas across the room. Just for you to notice that his eyes were already on you this time, he smirked, and then waved at you.

Needless to say you became a self-consciousness clutter under his eyes.

You were about to answer him, even if it was with a small nod, but Victoria was quicker and while one of her shoulders nudged you; she signaled asking him to join you.

“That’s so cute, you’re literally weak at the knees,” Victoria took a sip of her beer, holding a sly smile on her face. “You two will be a lovely couple.” She concluded as nervousness took over your soul.

You pressed your hands on your skirt, in a failed attempt to get rid of the sweating.

Victoria was right, you were a bit shaken and you knew that your abrupt change in breathing next to your already hot cheeks could give you away. You had no idea why you were like that, things would be the same as before; he doesn't know how you feel about him.

You sighed heavily, giving Victoria a menacing look as you sat on the metal space of the sink. In your head, leaving Thomas's field of vision as he came to you would give you enough time to proceed what had just been said.

"Ayup girl!" He said happily, holding a toothy smile for you. "How're my favorite girls doin' tonight?" His arm went over to your shoulder and you hugged his waist sideways, in an almost involuntary act. You heard Victoria laugh, and then it hits you how strange it was that it became something normal in such a short time. Maybe it was meant to be, you wondered.

"Ok, excuse me kids," Victoria blinked at you. "I'll be retiring, but don't have so much fun without me."

"Is that even possible?" Thomas asked, playing along with Vic's drunk words.

She was no longer in the kitchen and his hands were still on you, besides now he had turned so he was facing you. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, getting so close that you couldn't even focus on your breathing anymore.

He offered you his beer, which was half full and you drank it. Your mind wondered if he did this with other girls as well or if it was something exclusive that he only did with you, you wanted to be the only one.

"You seem a bit tense," His fingers enlaced a lock of your hair, putting it behind your ear.

His cheeks were slightly red from the heat, and so were his lips - probably from the pressure of the beer bottle against them -, his button-down shirt was more unbuttoned than usual, making it look like his necklaces was begging for your attention. It was clear that God was in a good mood and Thomas was his chosen one tonight. "Rumours has it -- that I make you nervous,"

There was no need to say it out loud. Dami had told Victoria, and it was logical that Victoria had also told Dami, then Dami told Thomas about you; in the same way Victoria told you about him. Thomas knew it was reciprocal.

“Rumours?” You mumbled. His face getting closer and closer to yours as his hands held the sides of your head; messing your hair a little. His face lit up in a naughty smile. “Is that what Dami said Victoria told him?”

“No matter who said it -- what matters is that I do it to you, right? Don’t I make you nervous?” He insisted as if he didn't know the answer.

At that moment the two of you were already a tangle. Your hand resting on his chest while your knees parted, giving more room to his weight.

You nodded. His eyes scanned your face for a moment and that was enough for your bodies to stick together, you could finally feel his lips on yours. He took his time caressing your nose with the tip of his one, running his fingers over your check. You were sure he could feel your body shiver under his touch as you melted in his tongue.

“Hey, Thomas,” you heard someone calling him.

The person was certainly drunk, which made you wonder whether Thomas was, too. He didn't taste like alcohol, but that could be the cigarette taste that has become prevalent for you.

Could you be his drunk mistake? Would you be a one time thing?

He broke the kiss, biting and pulling at your lower lip. You held a groan while he turned to the caller.

You thought he would forget you there, but his hands went down to your hips and stayed there until his little conversation was over - his attention was still on you, fully on you. He squeezed your sides while you rested your head on his shoulder, watching him speak; specifically watching him because if someone asked you what they were talking about you wouldn’t know the answer to that.

“Do ya wanna go somewhere quieter?” He asked as soon as you were 'alone'. His lips now all over your neck and shoulder.

You wanted to, but the voices in your head screamed to be answered. Whould you really just be a one time thing for Thomas?

“We don't have to go, I don't mind spending my time here with you, bunny.”

You tilted your head to the side, holding his jaw in your hands to look at his face. “Actually, that whouldn’t be a bad thing.”

After your words, it was a matter of seconds before Thomas guided you through the house to his room. His silly smile remained on as he did his best to ignore everyone in his path.

You had never been in his room before but it was just as you imagined, there were some vinyls scattered on the floor along with some of his garments pieces, his guitar was on the bed, almost falling to the groud. His room was just as messy as him.

“If I knew I’d welcome you here, I’d have fix it a bit,” he murmured, placing the guitar in the corner of the room. He tries to arrange the blankets in the best way he could, and then sat on the end of the bed, gestuting for you to join him as well.

“I don't care much about the bed,” You whispered, realizing that it was really happening. You were with Thomas, in his room. You had just exchanged saliva with him a few minutes ago.

“So,” he sighed. “Are you sure about that?”

“About what?” You smirked. It was obvious that you knew what he was talking about.

“About what?” He repeated, throwing his body weight on the bed quite dramatically. “I don’t know, cute girl at a party, calling me to a quieter place,”

“Wait,” you leaned over him, awkwardly getting on top of him. “I didn’t ask you that,”

“Like you need to ask me to know that the answer would be yes.” His hand stopped over the hem of your skirt, making it possible to feel his fingertips on your thigh.

You came closer to him, feeling your breath blend with his warm one. You would be lying if you said you had never fantasized about that moment before. Taking a deep breath, you tickled his cheek with your nose as he pulled all your body into his.

It wouldn't hurt to let that happen and only worry about the other things on your head the next day, right?

“Yeah, I’m sure about that,” You pressed your lips together.

His hands squeezed your waist, turning your body over so your back was now on the mattress.

“Arms up,” he said in between a sigh.

You raised your arms, letting him remove your shirt. He had a comforting look on his features that soothed you.

He stood on the bed before stepping out of it. You laughed through your tension.

“What you’re doing?” You asked, leaning on your elbows.

He knelt on the floor at the end of the bed. You felt your body tense even more, your head full of thoughts per minutes. You did not remember the last time you had shaved, let alone if there were any marks on there too.

“I’m gonna take care of ya, bunny, “ He breathed and you could have sworn to feel him in you already. “Just relax,” his mouth trailed wet kisses down your things. He pulled your skirt up to your waist; in movements that seemed so perfect that could only have been calculated. Maybe he was a bit nervous, not as nervous as you, but a cool type of nervous.

You nodded, looking at the ceiling, feeling as he pulled your knees towards him. You opened your thighs slowly and soon felt his lips on your clit through the cotton. He reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers in his. And God, he felt like heavens.

“Don’t just nod at me. I want to hear you, lil’ bunny,” He rubbed the already wet fabric with his index finger.

You weren't sure what he was referring to, but seeing his face resting on the inside of your thigh, with his messy hair and eyes stuck on you; you know you would be able to do anything he wanted you to do.

“Yeah,” you agreed.

He put the cotton piece aside, diving himself in your nectar and slipping his fingers inside you. You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back at the feeling. He hummed in a smiled that sent you vibrations every once in a while, he clearly knew what he was doing. Soon, he shoved his tongue down your core, licking and sucking, gathering all your juice in his mouth.

“So sweet,” he moaned at your taste, starting to lap his tongue at your clit. Joints deep down your pussy, going faster on you, making your legs quiver around his head as you turned into a whining mess.

“Thommie,” you grunted, tugging hard at his soft curls. “Oh, please.” you gasped through your dry throat.

The combination of his tongue and fingers working on you made the butterflies in your stomach go wild and in between spasms and wriggling toes, you allowed yourself to surrender under his touch.

Your vision blurred and your breathing ability seemed to have left your soul, but he kept with the wet kisses until you calmed down.

Your body was weak; that good weakness where you wished to stay quiet in the same comfy bliss forever.

“Are you good?” His voice made you open your eyes again. His chin was glistening and shirt folded up to the elbows. Such a sight for sore eyes.

“I’m fine, I’m pretty fine,” he laughed, helping you adjust your skirt.

“You’re pretty,” he said at your previous words, lying down and putting you on top of him.

Both of your faces were close - just as it had been all night. You could get used to it. Looking in his eyes, you wanted to ask if he would still think you were beautiful in the morning, when all the enthusiasm that parties bring to people were over; but you decided to go against it when you remembered that you had promised yourself to enjoy the moment.

“Whatcha thinkin’?” His asked, clasping his arms around. You felt nicely snugged.

“You,” it wasn't completely a lie.

His smile got bigger, and it was possible to analyze his cute crooked teeth. His eyes glued to you, sweet and happy, that you wished you could decipher him through it.

“Good, -- I like it like that,” He added.

It would be a matter of days for you to learn that his look was one of fondness and that you would live under it for months, seasons and even years.

#maneskin #thomas raggi #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi imagines #thomas raggi fanfic #damiano david x reader #fanfic #fiction #imagines #writing #maneskin x reader #i have a hard time proofreading this one but i hope you guys like it #i'll be writing kinky ones next time bc you guys notice im not that sweet

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spookysquish13 · 3 years

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First time knife play with JJ Maybank

*Author note: I got locked out of my old account (spookysquishsworld) and am reposting all of my old writings

This morning there was a tiktok video going around where Rudy was playing with a knife. It brought something out of me, and i know everyone wants more JJ smut. So here yall go. I hope you like it.

ALSO if anyone has tips on how to format more easily, i write on a different app and then paste it into the text box… ??

TRIGGER WARNING HARD CORE. KNIFE PLAY. THIS COULD BE TRIGGERING TO SOME. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED BY BLADES OR KNIVES. WARNING: Knife, blood, blindfold, choking, fingering,

JJ was sitting in the little cabin of the steering wheel of the boat, groaning that he was bored, leaning his head back against the wall. He takes out one of the fishing blades packed on the boat. He takes the blade out of its canvas sleeve, in a place that you could have sworn was slow motion. You are watching him through the back window of the cabin. Watching him take out the knife, you feel your eyes grow in size. Gulping quietly so you could continue enjoing the show started feeling your core grow hotter. JJ starts tossing the blade up into the air trying to catch it. The danger of him potentially getting hurt grew an excitement deep inside of you. You didnt know what this was. Why the sight of the blade excited you to your core. What would it feel like? Would it be cold? What would it feel like to give JJ all of that control. You knew he would never do a thing to hurt someone else unless provoked. You swallow hard trying to keep your hand out of your shorts. The others close by. Now JJ is starting to twirl the blade between his fingers. His face twisting with concentration, making his dimples come out. You could see one of his brows furrow. With the rings on his fingers, and the knife moving swiftly could have made you cum from the sight. JJ felt someone watching. He looked over his shoulder, still twisting the blade. You both made eye contact. JJ giving you a sexy smirk, his eyes growing a deep blue. You moved away quickly from the window and plastered your back to the wall aside the window. Trying to catch your breath from the sight of the sun kissed blonde with a shiny knife. —————– All of you have now returned from the boating adventure and you excused yourself into the bathroom of John Bs house. You splash cold water onto your face trying to collect yourself. You all were still hanging out but your heat never faded. As you unlock the door, you find JJ standing in the doorway across from the bathroom, his arms crossed. You started getting worked up again just from the sight of his muscles. “Hey, y/n, can I talk with you?” JJ asks. Motioning to his bedroom. “Where are the others? ” you ask JJ, your heart beat raises, feeling like you just ran. “I shooed them off” JJ says giving you a wink as he looks back behind him to make sure you are still following. As soon as both of you enter into his bedroom he closes the gap between you and backs you into the door, closing it behind you with a force that made you stop breathing. This is it, this could be the moment you were waiting for. JJ kisses you with such a force you could not keep the moan down that was escaping your mouth. His hands were on your hips, pulling you closer. Your head was spinning from his touch, you waited all day for this. JJ kisses from your mouth down your jaw, hitting all the right spots. Against your neck he says “Y/N, we need to talk about something.” You take a deep breath trying to focus on what he was saying. You try to untangle both of you, so you weren’t distracted. “Ok” you say sighing that he broke up something you were waiting for. “ I saw you watching me playing with the knife….” He trails off, you nodding you head, hoping that he could put two and two together. He was a smart boy. “…. I think I want to try something with you.” You heart jumps and your eyes fill with the same lust that he looked at you with multiple times before. “Im not sure how or why but watching you play with that knife did something in me that I didn’t know could happen….” You confess, letting all guard down, looking at your hands because you didn’t want to look him in the eye, you would have just died from embarrassment. JJ comes swiftly to your side and gently puts his hands on both sides of your face, bringing you to look at him.“Baby, there is nothing to be ashamed of, I know these thoughts can be scary and intimidating, but as long as we are honest with each other and talk about things before And after, we can do this. Honestly, it what I was thinking about while playing with it.” He kisses your nose, resting his forehead against yours. “I

was curious how you would take it, we already have been dabbling into some kinky things in the bedroom…” he continues talking as he wraps his hands around your waist. Closing your eyes with the feeling of him wrapping you into him, you laid your head against his chest. You were trying to memorize his smell around you. How his arms felt wrapped around you. “You know my rule, you can tell me anything and I wont judge. As long as you are honest and remember the safe word, we are golden. You remember the word right, babygirl?” How could you have forgotten, you sat in bed with him late at night, laughing and forgetting the world around you. You were trying to come up with a word that would completely pull both of you out of anything you were doing. Toilet. Toilet was the word you settled on. You talked about golden showers and both of you agreed that, that wasn’t something you’d be into. JJ spoke up, pulling you out of your memory. “Do you want to try? The gang wont be back for hours. The house is ours. We can be as loud as we want….” He kisses you hard and chokes you a little, the coldness of his rings makes you gasp against his mouth. “we all know you have trouble being quiet, princess” JJ says against your mouth smugly, knowing full well the power he has over you, to make you into a crumbling screaming soaking mess. He picks you up and tosses you onto the bed. He makes contact with your mouth and you moaned at the touch, kissing you so you wouldn’t notice, he blind folds you with the bandana from his back pocket. Kissing down your neck, sucking hickies into your collarbone, he slowly pulls out the knife from his pocket, the one you saw earlier, he lifted from the boat. The first contact was your shoulder, you gasped shockingly from how cold the metal was. Colder than you imagined, ice like.JJ drags the knife softly against your delicate skin, never picking up the blade off of you. He cuts one of your straps from your shirt, which makes you scream quietly from excitement. He continues to drag the blade up against your neck, against the sweet spot near your ear, and down your cheek. Your heart is racing and you are practically panting, drool tipping out of the corner of your mouth. JJ sees you drooling under him, a soaking and panting mess. He becomes hard and grinds his hips into you so you could feel what you do to him. “Open your mouth stick your tongue out.” JJ orders with a deep sexiness to his voice. This tone of his is one you love, one where he is taken over by lust and cant get enough of you. You close your mouth tight, being the brat you are, knowing there would be a fun punishment for this act of disobedience. JJ stopped grinding into you and lifted himself up off of you. He turned your hip to the side, your back still on the bed but your left hip in the air. He dragged his hand across your underwear, making brief contact with where you wanted him the most. All of the sudden you feel a smack and a sting. He spanked you, leaving a red hand print on your bare ass. The noise that escaped your mouth earned a growl from him. Your chest raising and falling rapidly from all of your excitement. “Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out. I will not repeat myself.” JJ says as you feel his hand around your throat. You stick your tongue out, letting all juices free flow. You feel the cold metal pressed flat against your tongue. You couldn’t stop drooling. You only ever could drool that much while you were sucking him off. When you feel the cold leave your mouth you start begging. “JJ please, I need you. Now, please.”“Tell me what you want, brat” He spat back at you, tightening his grip around your neck. Your head falls back and you beg him “Please touch my pussy, I want your fingers, your tongue, the knife, your dick. Please anything. I just need something. Please” The need you had for him almost brought you to tears. JJ drags the knife down your bare stomach, your shirt was long gone. You arch your back and JJ could see all the goosebumps forming. He starts biting your hips, sometimes too hard and there was blood popping out

of some of the teeth marks. He dragged the knife down to your panties and with one quick motion he cut off both sides around your hips. Tugging on the cloth he ripped them from the front so there was friction against your clit. You gasped so loud and was so shocked you gripped the sheets around you. Knowing if you reached for him there could be bad consequences. Biting and sucking at your hips again, he pushes your legs aside and finally gives you what you begged for With out any warning he pushes two fingers into you. Still feeling the blade, over a hip and down one leg tracing your ankle and then coming back up. “Baby, you are a dripping mess. I never knew you could get so wet and wanting. All for me.” JJ practically growled against you “Yes baby you are doing so well. I love seeing you like this.” You bucked your hips against his fingers, still inside of you. This Was all you needed to just about cum. He immediately removed his fingers and you whined so loudly you startled yourself. Edging you once before letting you get any closer. “OPEN"He demanded once again and you obliged you needing him more then a punishment He stuck his fingers in your mouth "Taste yourself, baby girl taste how wet you are for me.” You start sucking on the fingers in your mouth, tongue dancing around them like you were sucking them off. This earned a deep growl from JJ in your ear. A “please” escaped your mouth without even thinking. He starts to drag his fingers, softly barely touching your skin, down to your wet hot core he pushes you back over so you are laying flat on your back, legs wide open his for the taking. He flicks your clit just to tease a little bit more before giving you what you want. You were now open mouth panting and whining, some noises you didn’t even recognize. He put two fingers into you going at a pace you didn’t think was humanly possible, again things were slow motion you didn’t think he could go any slower. “Stay very still, do not move a muscle or I will stop he orders” JJ places the cold blade onto your clit and you move your hands deeper into the blankets bracing yourself so you didn’t move. He curled his fingers to hit your g spot and you almost cried. You needed him more than you ever needed him before. “p…..please JJ… please make me cum….. please baby….. I’ll do anything just make me cum……” you plead knowing you couldn’t stay still for much longer he removes the blade and you start to protest “Please…” as quickly as he removes the blade he replaces it with his mouth sucking and twirling his tongue so skillfully he starts pumping his fingers rough and hard, a pinky grazing your other hole his hand is now dripping from your juices “baby cum for me you are doing so well, you are almost there….” pounding your g spot over and over with his hand you feel the rings slipping close and close to your entrance, his fingers deep inside of you. your back raises from the bed as you feel the knife flat against your belly just enough to feel the coldness you release and scream like you were on a rollercoaster you were on one of your own high JJ had to use his arm to keep your legs open, holding you down still pounding you with his fingers making sure he gets everything out of you as you let go of the sheets coming down from your high he moves to place the knife on the bed and to slip the bandana off of your face kissing you everywhere on your face and finally your lips you lay there limp tears escaping your eyes you breathing so heavy you weren’t sure if you’d ever catch your breath He lays down next to you in awe and kisses you gently against the mouth you laugh against his lips unbelieving that you just came that hard “wow” escapes your lips as you run your hands through his hair his hand laying lazily on your hip “I didn’t know you could scream that loud Y/N” still laying there euphoric blinking to try to make sure this was reality, nodding slowly “you really liked that didn’t you y/n”“yes I had no idea…. i .. it… wow…. more ….” JJ giggled that he had you speechless “ I will be right back baby okay? Just stay here, Im so

proud of you” he put away the knife and brought you some water and covered you up with your favorite blanket you could make sense of words now…. “Wow JJ fuck, that was awesome. I had no idea” He came up behind you cuddling into you under the blanket kissing the side of your face “Im glad you liked it I can say its one of my favorite things now.” “Me too, i thought it would be different” “how so” JJ looks down at you making sure you were okay “that it would be more dangerous i guess” he feels you shrug against his arms around you “as long as you don’t jerk and move too much i have all of the control. I wont ever hurt you baby, I’m so proud of you. you did so well” “ JJ I’m glad we can trust each-other this much. I wouldn’t be able to do any of this if it wasn’t with you.” He kissed you softly against the mouth and your hunger reappeared How could it not with a sun kissed blonde god next to you “Your turn for me to make you cum JJ” You say climbing on top of him feeling his dick hard against your bare clit. Shuddering at the feeling since you were still sensitive, smiling. you both melted into the blanket, not coming up for air until the sun rose again

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