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lizzieisright · 5 months

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She looks like fun

dom!reader x sub!Abby

Summary: During the patrol you find a pretty pleated skirt. In Abby's size.

Tags: okay, here we go fingering, oral, strap usage, strap sucking, Abby wears a skirt and a collar for sexy purposes, scene negotiation, safewords (traffic lights), aftercare, Abby and R are switches.

wc: 6.5k (it's a huge bitch, but 1.5k is a sfw part in the beginning)

a/n: listen I love when girls wear short pleated skirts, and Abby is not an exception.

MINORS DON'T INTERACT I'll hunt you for sport

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It’s rare to find something worthy when you’re out on the patrol, and you try to contain your disappointment every time - mostly because you hate losing and you and Abby have a rivalry going on who can bring more cool shit for the other. It’s romantic and sappy and also it drives you both crazy since you’re competitive. (people said hate sex was hot - have you tried sex after your super competitive partner loses to you? The best thing ever). So usually you won’t be happy at the end of your patrol.

But today you manage to get into a store that hasn’t been raided yet, so you start taking everything you see - people need clothes all the time, and it’s valuable. You put a mark on your map so others can go there later to take the rest and you go to women’s section, not feeling optimistic: the fabric is worse, the sizes are fucked, and even if you find something nice it tends to not last long.

But then you see it.

On the rack next to jeans there’s a rack with skirts - and why the fuck you’d stop to look at them? - but the skirts are pleated skirts. Short pleated skirts that cover ass just enough to be socially acceptable.

You can’t stop looking at them - you’ve seen before how nice they flow and how absolutely delicious girls look in them.

But it’s so not Abby’s style.

But she’ll look so good in one of these skirts.

She will probably tell you to go fuck yourself if you show it to her.

You pack it in your backpack anyway.

“Found something?” Abby asks as she comes inside the shop. “Oh wow. This is nice.”

“Choose whatever you want, my treat.” You say with a cocky smirk and Abby rolls her eyes.

“It doesn’t count.”

“You’re being unfair.” You whine as Abby makes her way to you.

“No, I’m not.” Abby murmurs. “This store is a public service, where is your personal touch?”

“You’ll talk shit just to keep your score, huh?” You smirk and Abby gives you a peck on your lips before diving into the racks to find something for herself.

The skirt gets a buddy in the form of a tight cropped white t-shirt and you don’t tell Abby about it.

The week passes and you still don’t talk about that damn skirt even though you can’t stop thinking about Abby wearing it: how it would hug her round butt and how her thick thighs would be so shamelessly out for you. You think about how cute she’d look walking around your shared space, the skirt bouncing and almost showing you everything. You think about the possibility of Abby not wearing any underwear under it, and how hot it would be to lift the skirt up and touch her and make her moan. You think about Abby all sprawled out with your head under that skirt, making a mess out of it.

Abby is not an idiot, so she notices the change in your mood for the last few days. She knows something is on your mind, so she catches you off guard, with her fingers buried deep inside you.

“Come on baby, tell me what’s been bothering you.” Abby murmurs into your ear while her fingers relentlessly hit the spot that makes you see stars.

“Shit- what?” You ask, totally lost in your pleasure.

“You’re keeping something from me. So share.” Abby kisses your neck and you try really hard not to cum, but your thighs start to shake.

“Fuck- the fucking skirt-”

And you see Abby in that skirt, all cute and shy, and you spasm around real Abby’s fingers, cumming with a groan. Abby is too distracted with watching you go through your orgasm, still fucking you, and you both forget about the topic.

Until you’re calmed down and Abby is satisfied with how fucked out you are. Then she remembers.

“Skirt?”

Shit, you think. Now you’ll have to explain it to Abby who definitely will tell you to fuck off.

“I took a skirt from that store we found. It’s a pleated skirt, a cute one.”

“So? You want to wear it?”

“I want you to wear it.”

Abby is silent, and you expect it, so you already drop the subject in your head, letting it go. But Abby is not letting it go.

“You want me to wear a skirt?”

“If you want to, obviously. I think you'll be so hot in it. But I know it’s not your style.”

“It’s really not.” Abby chuckles. “So that’s why you’ve been so spacey lately? Thinking about me in a skirt?”

“Yeah. Can’t stop thinking about your pretty butt in it.” You kiss Abby’s neck and flip her on her back. “You’d look so cute.” You kiss Abby’s abs as you make your way down. “I’d run my hands under your pretty little skirt and you’ll just take it like a good girl, yeah?”

This shift is always beautiful: she just fucked your brains out, but a couple of words and your head between her legs makes Abby go pliant and soft, her big blue eyes giving you a Bambi.

“Holy fuck.” Abby sighs and you smile into her pussy. “I’ll wear it for you.”

The hungry monster inside you roars and claws at your chest.

Abby walks funny the next day.

You don’t actually expect Abby to wear it - after all, what is said under horny subby fog can’t be held accountable. Abby is really not a girly girl - fuck, it’d be easier to make you wear a skirt (after getting shot and stabbed repeatedly, mind you), and you understand that Abby might not be comfortable with this idea.

But you leave the skirt and the t-shirt on the bed one day to give her the choice. When you come back, it's gone.

Next time the skirt topic comes up when you're taking a bath together - a rare luxury, so you enjoy every second of feeling Abby's warm skin against yours.

"Do you still want me to wear a skirt?" If you were relaxed a second ago, now you're suddenly alert.

"Only if you want it too." You kiss her shoulder.

"And if I wear it..?" Abby gives you space to finish the phrase for her.

"I'll fuck you on every surface in this apartment." Abby laughs, but you know what she wants to know. "Yeah, I want it to be a scene." You take a second. "Do you want me to plan it?"

"Yeah."

You freeze for a second, not really believing your luck - Abby doesn't ask for a scene plan unless she wants to do it, and right now it means she will wear a skirt for you.

"Fuck baby, you're going to wear it for me?" You ask excitedly, squeezing her in your arms. "With a t-shirt too?"

"Yeah, yeah. Don't let it get into your head."

"We have a few free days next week, right? Is it okay?"

"Yes, you horndog." Abby laughs and you bite her gently.

So you spend the next days planning what you would do with Abby, writing a short list of kinks so she could veto whatever she doesn't want to happen or add something she wants to happen (the ropes last time? Her idea). She still won't know in which order everything will happen or where exactly, or even when in some cases, to save the magic of the moment, but in order to feel safe with each other, you write your lists every time, unless you both get spontaneously in the mood and have to negotiate on the fly.

You pass your list to Abby and as she reads it, her face warms up in a pretty red colour, just like apples in the garden.

"Okay." Abby smiles at you. "This sounds good. But I pulled my shoulder today, so I won't be able to get on my hands and knees."

"Fuck, I'll give a massage later." You say, worried. "Okay, that's fine, no doggy."

"We can do that one, when you push the pillow under me?"

You swallow in horny, the pictures flying through your head, as you scribble it down on your list.

"Fuck yes. Are you going to be fine like this? You still put your arms up."

"It's not that bad." Abby shrugs. "I want to add something."

You nod eagerly, always ready to give Abby whatever she wants. Abby walks away to go through her backpack and comes back to you, giving you a piece of small leather belt. It's too small for any human, and just as your brain starts to catch up, Abby drops the bomb on you.

"Collar me."

You blink a few times, not believing your ears.

"I'll fucking destroy you, Abs." You say, your voice low and dark.

You had this talk before, and Abby was honestly weirded out by the ritual of collaring, so you decided not to add it, especially since you weren't in a 24/7 dynamic and not in fixed roles either. And you know Abby doesn't mean putting this collar as the collar, but it is still so hot. The whole thing is not done by the book or by rules, but you really don't care: whatever Abby wants, Abby gets.

"I will want to tug on it." You tell her, honestly, and Abby thinks for a second.

"Yeah, okay. Traffic lights, then."

You nod and add "collaring" in your messy handwriting.

You know Abby will wear this skirt, it's not a surprise, but you're still not prepared when you walk into the kitchen.

Abby is standing there, and you trail her bare legs up until you see the edge of the skirt and holy fuck. Holy fuck she looks good in it, her trained perky ass making the folds of the skirt to look especially delicious. You lick your lips as your fingers twitch, because you want to lift it already and get a look at her pretty little pussy.

And your eyes go up and you see this tight t-shirt that shows all the muscles in Abby's back and shoulders and you want to bite her and mark her.

"Wow, princess." You sigh and make your way to her, squeezing her waist. Abby jumps, surprised, but relaxes against you. "You look so fucking pretty."

"Thank you."

"Give me a twirl, will you?" You step away to give her space.

Abby is clearly embarrassed, but she does the cutest twirl in the world and yes, you can see her ass. And she is not wearing underwear, just as you told her.

"Beautiful." You murmur and run your hand up her thigh, lifting the skirt just a little. "You wanna watch something? I brought this from the library."

You show her the dvd and Abby is still tethered to reality, so she reads the summary carefully.

"Sounds okay. Not like the last time."

"Fuck you, baby." You pinch her side in revenge. "Let's go."

It seems so normal. It seems like any other day off, you and Abby sitting on the couch, but even as you pretend to watch the movie, you see how twitchy Abby is getting.

She plays with the ham of her skirt and it's so fucking cute - but then she smooths the fabric and you feel like you're going to explode: Abby enjoys wearing it. Abby likes it in a way that a girl who was forced to grow up in a horrible fucking world would enjoy doing normal girly things.

Maybe Abby is not not so girly after all.

Your heart feels tender right now and you can't help but to put your hand on her thigh, drawing little circles on her sensitive skin.

"Do you like it?"

"A little predictable, but still better." Abby shrugs and squeaks when you squeeze her thigh. "Yeah." She is shy now. "I feel pretty."

"You are pretty, princess." You whisper in her ear, making her shudder.

But you don't do anything else. You keep watching the movie, caressing Abby's thigh and pretend not to notice the change in her breathing. Then Abby starts shifting a little and you look down to see her nipples perked up. The fabric is rubbing against her sensitive skin and you just wait, because in a minute you feel how Abby tries to press her thighs together, thinking she is sneaky.

You chuckle and move your hand under the skirt, slowly parting her folds. Abby tries to keep her whimper to herself, but you feel how wet she is.

"What's got you so worked up, pretty girl?" You ask innocently while you brush your thumb over Abby's clit.

"Nothing." Abby breathes out and you chuckle.

"Really?" You wonder and pick up the speed, flicking Abby's clit until she presses her thighs together.

It's such a pretty sight: your hand under Abby's skirt, squeezed by her warm thighs, her knees pressed together. Abby is biting her lip and you watch her while your fingers tease her relentlessly. She looks desperate and helpless, and you live for it.

"Were you thinking exactly about this? How good I will make you feel under your pretty skirt?" You gently bite Abby's neck and she joists. "But we are watching a movie, princess, and I'm really interested in it. So you will give a narration while I play with your pretty pussy." You can't give less fucks about this movie, but making life harder for Abby is your favourite game.

"Yes, ma'am." Abby is not fully in the subspace yet, so she feels a little shy, but she crumbles completely when your eyes meet.

You slide down to the floor and make Abby put her feet by her sides for better access. The skirt falls between her legs and covers her cunt, and you lean back to look at her. Abby is blushing and frowning in desperation, her nipples are perking through the t-shirt and her plushy thighs are open so shamelessly for you.

"You stop talking, I stop touching you." You warn Abby and she nods. "Now lift your shirt up."

Abby does as she told and now this is a sight, her small tits squeezed by the t-shirt, her abs flexing as she breathes deeply. Abby already looks ruined and you haven't done anything yet.

"What is happening there?" You ask routinely and lift Abby's skirt up, revealing her soaked little cunt. You spread her lips open and circle her clit with your thumb.

"She is- she is at work again." Abby sighs and you hum, encouraging her. "She is talking to the cigarette selling woman." It sounds like Abby is relieved when she finishes her line and you laugh to yourself: your poor baby is trying to be good for you.

You leave her clit alone and push two fingers in slowly, watching her body react to you as beautiful as always. Abby freezes and instead of watching the movie, watches your fingers disappear in her.

"I'll take them out." You threaten and Abby snaps back into watching.

"There's this creepy guy," Abby swallows hard when you start slowly pumping your fingers in and out. "And she has an idea- fuck." You just curled your fingers and Abby stops watching again, but quickly opens her eyes.

"What's the idea?"

"She wants the sell- ah, fuck - selling lady and the- the-" You pick up the speed of your fingers and Abby clutches to your shoulders. You reach with your free hand and pinch her nipple, and Abby twitches in response, her pussy clenches on you. "Fuck, it feels so good, ma'am."

"And I'm yet to hear about her idea." You say with a hint of a threat, but your thrusts only get rougher.

"She is playing matchmaker, ohmygod!" Abby whimpers and in reward you lick the long strip from your fingers buried in her pussy to her neglected clit. You suck on it and Abby lets out a shriek as her knees are closing up above your head. "Fuck, oh god- I can't-"

You keep sucking on her clit until she is shaking and moaning, but then you move away and take out your fingers.

"Is she still playing matchmaker?" You ask sternly. Abby blinks and checks the screen.

"No."

"That's what I fucking thought." You knead Abby's thighs a little painfully and keep her legs open for you. "Keep talking, princess."

Abby nods feverishly and swallows. Such a pretty fucking sight, you think as you look up to her: Abby's mouth is open and she really tries so hard to watch this stupid movie, but you push your fingers inside again and all her efforts go to waste as she twitches and blinks very fast in a attempt to not close her eyes.

"She is telling the selling lady that the creepy g- fuck-" Abby sobs when you put your mouth back on her. You play with her clit and suck on it again, making Abby buck her hips into your face. "The- the creepy guy is in- ma'am! - is in love with her!"

You push Abby's legs together and up, almost folding her in half and push your tongue alongside your fingers, getting drunk on her taste. Abby is a smart girl, so she holds herself under her knees to help you and moans when she feels your tongue and your fingers inside. Abby always tastes and feels like heaven, and you never want to leave her pussy alone.

"Ma'am I'm gonna cum." Abby whimpers and you get rough, every push of your fingers is moving Abby's whole body with the sheer force of it, because Abby is not behaving.

"Is her idea working?" You suck on her clit again and Abby whines and sobs while forcing herself to look at the screen.

"Y-yes!" Abby shouts and cums on your fingers, sucking them in on every spasm. You pick up the pace and Abby tries to fight you off, but you slap her hand away and fuck her through her orgasm until her thighs are shaking uncontrollably. Abby is whimpering on every exhale, her abs are twitching, and you smile wolfishly.

"You did so good, princess." You let Abby's legs go gently and fix her skirt, smoothing the fabric. Abby looks at you with pleading eyes and your heart swells, so you straighten up and kiss her slowly and delicately. Abby relaxes and caresses your neck, chasing your mouth, and you can’t help yourself as you pinch her nipples playfully.

“You want your collar?” You ask softly and Abby nods eagerly. “Show me how good your throat is first.”

Bratty Abby is fun, and you like the back and forth of it, but good girl Abby makes you feral: you just told her what you want and she is already opening her mouth for you, sticking her tongue out.

“Good fucking girl.” You growl and push your fingers down her throat.

You fuck Abby’s throat until she is gurgling and her eyes roll back into her skull: you know she likes it, likes to relax her throat and let you use her as you wish. Abby is not even gagging now, so used to it, but you can feel how her throat clenches on you sometimes. Abby looks so cute like this, her tits out, her eyes closed and her thighs pressed together under the skirt as it spreads so prettily around her hips.

“Beautiful.” You murmur and clean up her spit from her chin. Abby smiles at you, clearly pleased from praise, and you kiss her again as a reward. Abby likes kisses, especially if she is needy, as if it keeps her tethered to you. "Show me your neck, princess."

Abby straightens up and proudly shows you her neck - she is so cute you can't help your giggle. You take out the small belt and Abby looks at you with wide eyes as if you’re her god.

"Mine." You tell her when you tighten the collar around her neck. "You're mine."

"Yours, ma'am." Abby answers in a small voice and you see how any rational thought leaves Abby’s head as her eyes get cloudy. "Can I touch it, ma'am?"

"Go ahead." You nod and watch her strong fingers that leave bruises on your thighs brush over the leather with such care. "We're not done, princess."

Abby nods and you tug on her collar until she stands up on her shaking legs and follows you to the bedroom. There's enough space for your fingers to fit in under the collar, but you're still careful with it: it's a new thing and you don't want to hurt Abby in a way she doesn't want to be hurt.

You lead Abby to the bed, but instead of getting her to lie down, you sit on the bed and tug on her collar to get her down on her knees. Abby slowly sits on her thighs and fixes the skirt again, and you just can't. She is so fucking cute in it, and you can see the curve of her hips in the mirror, her waist looks tiny and the dips along her spine are so fucking hot.

You caress Abby's cheekbone with your thumb, adoring her, and she blooms. Abby likes subbing because she's loved so fully at her weakest and most vulnerable like she's never been before - she's literally on her knees, with a collar around her neck and in a skirt and you look at her like she is divine.

"Is your throat good enough for my cock too, princess?" You ask with a teasing smirk, palming your strap through the fabric of your pants.

"Yes ma'am. I'll be so good for you." Abby pleads and grabs at your thighs before she remembers herself.

"Too eager for your own good, huh?" You weave your fingers through her hair at the back, right under the braid, holding her head up. "Come on, get to work."

Abby tugs your pants down and you can see in the mirror how she presses her thighs together when she sees your strap, and that won't do.

"Spread your legs and arch your back, I wanna see how wet you're gonna get."

Abby does exactly as she is told, even lifting herself up a little so she could reach your lap, and you see her skirt covering everything. It's a downside, but Abby is smart, so she pushes the skirt to the front just enough for it to go up and your grip in her hair tightens from how sexy she looks. The edge of the skirt is now reaching to the middle of her ass and you see her wet pussy glisten; the contrast of her waist to hips ratio makes her ass look even better, and you feel like you're gonna cum just from watching Abby getting wet.

"Fucking beautiful." You growl and Abby even shakes her ass a little to make it jiggle. "Focus, princess." You tell her sternly, and Abby arches into you even more.

You tug Abby's head back and she opens her mouth automatically, so you push your cock inside just a little - Abby wraps her lips around the head and you let go of her hair, letting her run the show and have fun. Abby leaves wet open mouthed kisses along the length of your strap and you hum in approval, petting her head. She is blushing and her freckles look so pretty on her pink cheeks, her eyelashes flatter when she closes her eyes and licks the whole length of your strap. The movements cause the harness to move against your clit and your breathing gets heavier - you didn't expect it to happen, you must've put the harness in a different way - and Abby notices how tense are your thighs under her hands. She makes eye contact with you to check in, and you smile at her.

"You're doing so good princess, you might make me cum if you keep it up."

Abby whimpers when she hears it - it's very rare for you to even allow her to touch you when you dom her, let alone make you cum, but Abby wants to. She always wants to please you in any way she's allowed to.

"Please let me make you cum, ma'am." Abby begs, looking at you with her big doe eyes.

"You can try, princess." You chuckle, not very sure that she can, but Abby seems determined.

Abby lifts up a little again and lowers her head on your cock, taking as much as she can while she still can breathe, and when she comes back up, the harness grinds against your clit, making you hiss. Abby wiggles in excitement and starts to bob her head up and down, getting dizzy from hearing your panting and hissing above her.

"Just like that, babygirl." You pant and put your hand on Abby's head, slightly pushing the strap deeper. "You can take it, right?" You coo and Abby moans in agreement. "Good girl. Relax for me."

You hold Abby's head by her braid and push your strap deeper and deeper while Abby's eyes roll back into her skull. There is something so comforting about having her throat stuffed Abby can't help herself but to go absolutely slack while you fuck her throat, grunting and panting as your own pleasure builds up.

"Ride your fingers, princess, I know you want to."

Fucking hell, you think as you watch Abby pump her fingers in and out in the mirror, her thighs and ass look so delicious with the skirt on. Abby moans and whimpers as you fuck her throat and she fucks herself, and you know you're not going to last long.

Your grip tightens in her hair and Abby whimpers, and you can see in the mirror how rough she is being with herself, desperate to cum.

"Fuck-" You whimper and buck your hips up to get more friction and the same time as Abby swallows you down, and the pressure ticks you off right away.

Your thighs shake and your hips buck, chasing the aftershocks of your orgasm while Abby watches you with wide eyes, her own fingers forgotten. She is not even breathing, absolutely mesmerised by your reactions - she made you cum, she made you cum without even touching you.

You pant, still twitching from your orgasm, but you find the strength to move Abby away from the strap despite her whining.

"Come here." You tug on her collar again to make her move and Abby straddles you. "Holy fuck." You whisper when you look at her. "My best girl." You kiss Abby's shoulder and she giggles.

"Thank you, ma'am."

You smile at her and then lie down on the bed, tugging on Abby's hips so she would move. Abby is bright red - for some reason she is still so shy when you make her sit on your face - but she moves up, until her thighs are by the sides of your face. Abby can't even look at you, her eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks.

“Look at me.” You tell her and Abby steals a glance at you, which is not what you wanted. “I said look at me.”

And Abby looks, tries her hardest to maintain eye contact with you as you push her down on your face, burying yourself in her soaked pussy.

Abby whines when you suck on her sensitive clit since she's been close after fucking herself earlier. You don't waste any time and eat her out messily, getting her wetness all over your face as you devour her, fucking her with your tongue, rubbing and sucking her clit, while Abby writhes on top of you.

“Oh god-” She sobs and you grab a handful of her hips, pulling her skirt up so you can see her. “I'm gonna-”

And that is exactly your cue to stop, leaving Abby panting and whimpering on top of you. You watch her pretty clit throb from being so close to orgasm and smirk.

Abby is confused and there's a tiniest hint of hurt on her face: she did such a good job and you are not letting her cum?

You chuckle and signal her to move.

“Lie down on your stomach.” You tell her and while Abby does as she is told, you fix your harness and grab a pillow to put it under Abby's hips.

Seeing Abby's fat thighs pressed together with her wet glistening hole between them makes you want to ruin her. The sight of your strong, dangerous girlfriend all shy and pretty and in this damn skirt makes you froth at your mouth like a fucking dog. Abby makes you feel like the most unhinged obsessed creep and the way she welcomes your dark side - as you think of it - is why you would die for her at any moment.

You can't help the possessive bite you leave on her neck, practically growling into her ear.

“You're mine.” You tell her and Abby nods, shows her neck with a collar on it.

“Yours.” She whispers and bucks her hips into you, presenting herself for you.

You line your strap up and push inside, feeling how tight Abby is from being so close to an orgasm.

“It's a pity you can't see yourself, princess.” You tell her as you watch the head of your strap slowly disappear in her hole. “You're close, aren't you?”

“Please, ma'am.” Abby whimpers and you part her ass cheeks to give yourself a show.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.” Abby says and you smile.

“You can do better than that.”

You're not usually the “beg me” type, but now you want Abby to be desperate. You keep pushing extremely slowly, teasing Abby and moving away when she bucks her hips.

“Please, I need you.” Abby starts shyly and oh, what a great idea it is. “Ma'am, I need you, please fuck me, only you can make me feel good, please-”

You push all the way in in one go and Abby moans loudly.

“Good fucking girl.” You growl and pick a hard pace right away, slamming into Abby so hard her ass jiggles. Abby sobs and her back tenses: she feels you so deep and she is so tight in this position, and she is so fucking close. You knead her ass through the skirt and just watch your strap disappear in Abby, fucking her mercilessly.

“Ma’am-” Abby whimpers and holds the pillow under her head for dear life, trying to hold off her orgasm. “Can I-” Abby doesn't get to finish her sentence as your next thrust knocks the air out of her.

“Cum, babygirl.” You tell her gently while you thrust into Abby's tight little pussy with force, grabbing her hips for stability.

Abby coils and lifts her ass as her orgasm rips through her body like an electric shock, and you chuckle, satisfied, your movements slowing down. You're not stopping, still moving inside her, and Abby squeezes her thighs together under you, whimpering.

“Relax, princess, and let me have you.” You murmur into her ear and continue fucking her slowly, watching your strap come out of her covered in her cum.

Abby genuinely tries to relax, but she is sensitive right now and your cock drags along her walls so slowly it drives her crazy. She likes feeling so stuffed, so full of you, but now she wants to cum again.

“Ma'am, please go faster.” Abby asks you and you chuckle.

“You're so impatient.” You tsk and slap her ass cheek lightly, watching it jiggle. “You're gonna cum like this or not at all, understood?”

“Yes ma'am.” Abby says, humbled, but her voice breaks in a moan when you push inside to the hilt. “Fuck.”

You smile and pull out just to push back and Abby clutches to the pillow, her whole body feels like she is on fire. You don't make it easier as your lips travel over her sensitive back, every touch of your hot tongue makes her tighten around your strap and moan pathetically.

Abby is so close and so, so fucking far away from her orgasm and you know it, so you continue thrusting into her slowly until Abby starts to squirm and misbehave as she pushes back, chasing your strap.

“Stop it.” You tell her sternly and push her lower back into the bed to stop her from moving.

“Ma'am, please!” Abby whines.

You tug on her collar quite roughly and press your lips to her ear.

“Such a brat.” You growl and slam into Abby roughly, making her squeal. “Turn on your side.”

And that's how Abby ends up being fucked roughly from behind while you squeeze her throat and play with her clit relentlessly, bringing her to the edge immediately. Your pelvis hits her ass at every thrust and Abby whines and whimpers, her eyes rolled back, her head absolutely empty. Abby feels like she doesn’t exist anymore, only your hands and your voice and your cock do - and she feels so fucking good.

“Ma’am-” Abby moans frantically. “It feels so good, you feel so good, thankyouthankyouthankyou” Is all you can hear between Abby’s sobs. You smile darkly and fuck her harder until she shrieks and cums again.

But you don’t stop. You keep fucking Abby through her orgasm, you keep fucking her when she whines from being too sensitive, you keep fucking her even when she tries to move your hand away from her clit.

“Ma’am, it’s too much- I can’t-”

“You can take it.” You pant into her ear. “You wanted to cum so much before, so keep cumming.”

And Abby does, with another sob. She cums again, and again, until it becomes too much for real, and her face is wet with tears. She feels like overstimulation now hurts more than pleases, and maybe you’re right, she has another one in her, but Abby feels exhausted.

“Yellow.” Abby sniffles, and you stop moving right away, carefully letting go of her tit, but not removing the strap yet in case it will hurt Abby.

“Too much?” You ask her gently and Abby nods. “Does something hurt?” You ask her with such care in your voice Abby wants to cry, because she feels like she could’ve gone longer and now she’s disappointed you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Abby sniffles, and you get more alert than ever.

“Abby? Can I hug you?” Abby nods and you carefully wrap your arms around her and bury your face in her neck. “Talk to me, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Did I say something?”

“No- It’s just- It started to hurt and I’m tired- fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Baby, why are you saying sorry? It’s okay, you did good by using the safeword.”

“I just feel like I could go longer, I should not have stopped you.” Abby admits and sniffles again, ashamed - her emotions skyrocket in subspace.

“I don’t want you to push your limits to please me. How about we stop now, get clean and then cuddle and talk, if you want? How does it sound?”

“We can continue, I just need a moment.” Abby pleads as her guilt grows.

“I don't think we should, sweets.” That pet name makes Abby squeeze her eyes: you only use it when she is not allowed to argue. “It's okay. You're okay. You didn't do anything wrong.” You kiss her shoulder and Abby's head gets a little clearer. “Thank you for telling me, you did so well.”

This makes Abby feel a little better; she nods and squeezes your hand in return. You carefully remove the strap while Abby winces and then you help her get up and go to the bathroom, to shower.

You take her clothes and collar off, and Abby doesn’t look at you, still beating herself up, but you won’t have it. So when you two get into the shower and water starts to wash the sweat and cum off both of you, you take her face in your hands and kiss her cheeks, her nose, her eyes and forehead, everywhere really. Just small gentle kisses, until Abby smiles and looks at you bashfully.

“You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.” You tell her honestly and Abby blushes, but her mood seems to go up.

You wash both of you gently, carefully going over Abby’s crotch, and she relaxes under your arms. You dry both of you after and help Abby change into her pjs. She gets under the blankets and you kiss her forehead before going to the kitchen and getting some food for both of you.

When you return with two plates and a big cup, Abby looks sleepily at you, seemingly calm. But you know her, you know how guilt can eat her alive, so you keep being alert.

“Drink this first.” You give Abby warm water with honey and she drinks it, scrunching her nose from the sweetness of it. Then you eat in comfortable silence, both noticing with surprise how hungry you were - which should not be a surprise by now, really. You finish your food and clean up so you can cuddle Abby and sooth her. Abby gets on top of you and you caress her hair and shoulders absentmindedly.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better.” Abby sounds more sober now too. “I just-” She huffs, annoyed at herself. “I dunno how to explain. I could've gone longer.”

“I don't want to hurt you. Not in a way you don't enjoy.” You remind her. Abby loves you so much she is scared to fuck everything up, and it led to some problems before, when she put your needs above hers. You talked about it, but sometimes, especially if Abby subs, she slips and does it again. This is exactly why you have a “sweets” rule: to stop her before she hurts both of you with her sacrifices.

“I just feel like I'm..weak.” Abby admits and you chuckle.

“You're not. You're a grownup who can tell their limits, and I'm so happy you did.” You say kindly. “I trust you. You were so good for me today, including using the safeword.” You kiss the top of Abby's head and she hugs you tighter. “I'm sorry I didn't check in with you.”

Abby nods and looks up to you.

“We both agreed to this, right? We literally fucked around and found out.” You chuckle and reach out to grab the honey water for Abby.

“I know you hate it, but your throat needs it.”

Abby groans and drinks it, absolutely despising the honey: this is the only drawback of getting her throat fucked.

“Did you like the skirt?” Abby asks playfully.

“Yes. You looked so good in it, god. I got a little crazy.” You kiss her honey lips and Abby smiles into your mouth.

“Well, next time it's your turn.” She says seriously and you laugh.

“If you promise to not rip it apart.”

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #sub!abby #abby anderson #abby tlou #this is my coping mechanism

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Hi! I read lots of your work and im SO IN LOVE!!! Like I absolutely fell so hard for papa simon 😭😭 i wanna give him a babyy! But i was wondering, how would pregnancy be like with his child. I mean bro is HUGE so his baby would probably be not only pretty big and probably weight a little bit more too than an average newborn. If its okay with you would it be possible for you to write a little story maybe add a little bit of angst? (Idk like argument about something that made the reader really sad?) but please a happy ending 🥹

Feel free to ignore if thats not your thing or just not feeling comfortable writing about it!! LOVE YOUU!! Btw sorry for any misspelling English is not my first language.

First of, as a not native English speaker, your English is perfect.

And second, thank you for your kind words, it really encourages me to keep writing and also boosts my ego 😁

You asked in such a nice and respectful way so I really want to make you happy.

Now here's the thing, I'm an adult with lots of responsibilities and sometimes adulting makes me tired, like last night when I was trying to finish this but I fell asleep and I woke up this morning to find half of my writing disappeared, it just vanished 🥲

But I'll give you this to munch on and I promise I'll finish this before the end of the week.

I hope this is what you were expecting... Enjoy 🫶

A little over 700 words.

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You stood in front of the sink of your bathroom, holding a pregnancy test on your shaky hands, two little red lines staring right back at you.

How did this happen? How would you tell him? He doesn't want kids, he made it clear from the beginning and you accepted it without a fuss, that's why you've been taking your pills diligently every day, you didn't forget one, did you?... No, you know you didn't, how did this happen?

"You okay there, love?" Simon knocks on the bathroom door and you jump in surprise, like a child that's been caught red handed.

"Y-yes Si, j-just give me a minute... I'll be right there." Your period is about three weeks late so you bought a pregnancy test, your best friends advice, it wouldn't hurt, it was just to make sure, you certainly were not expecting this.

You hid the test on the cabinet under the sink and washed your face before coming out.

It's been a week since your ob-gyn confirmed a six weeks pregnancy and you still haven't found the courage nor the right time to break the news to Simon, so when he gets a call from Price to get deployed on a long mission you fear it would be too late by the time he comes back.

One month at most he said when he kissed you goodbye almost two months ago, you are 16 weeks into your pregnancy and your bump is starting to show, which only adds to your anxiety, between the morning sickness and your hormones being all over the place you still haven't figured out how to tell him.

As you ponder how to break the news to him, you realize that a simple phone call wouldn't suffice. With him stationed on the other side of the globe, risking his life every day, you hesitate to burden him further. At the same time, you know it wouldn't be ideal for him to return home and suddenly find you waddling around with a baby bump.

So you stay quiet and whenever he calls and asks why you sound so exhausted you blame it on your job, you say you are just stressed out, and he promises he'll take care of you once he's back, he'll relieve you from the stress the way you like it, the way only he knows how to.

You are laying on the couch wearing Simon's t-shirt, stuffing yourself with your favorite ice cream and watching trash tv when you hear fumbling outside your front door before it swings open, a very rugged Simon stands in the threshold , you curse under your breath, he didn't say he was coming home the last time you talked on the phone three days ago so you stand there and look at him overly conscious of the bump hiding under his t-shir and you thank the heavens he is a big man, you think the loose fit of his T-shirt would buy you time, your ice cream long forgotten in the coffee table.

He walks towards you with long strides as he pulls his balaclava over his head running his fingers through his messy hair and you shy away, you step back and freeze, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights, he stops in his tracks and tilts her head, his eyebrows pinch as his eyes linger on your midsection and you know you're fucked, he noticed, how wouldn't he, and you hope and pray he'd say something, anything, but he doesn't, he turns on his heels ready to walk out.

"Simon wait!" You call for him and he stops, his hand lingers on the door knob, "I can explain, please just hear me out" your voice cracks and you wish you had been brave enough to tell him before, you know about his childhood and his trauma, you know his struggles and why he didn't want children in the first place, he trusted you and you broke his trust, you deceived him from the moment you found out you were pregnant and decided to keep it to yourself because you were too scared to trust him back.

"Explain what?" He shouts turning around and walking towards you again, your hands fly to your belly instinctively, protective. You lower your head, eyes glued to the floor, ashamed.

#simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #ghost cod #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x pregnant reader #angst?#mrsrileywrites

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they-call-me-emmy · 7 months

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JENNA ORTEGA X GN! CO-STAR READER

"Work buddies, that's all."

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Y/N POV:

God, you never expected to actually get the job. You'd auditioned almost for fun.

You were a small actor. usually played background characters, or main characters in lesser known movies. So when you signed up for Wednesday, season two, it was almost a joke.

Until you made it.

You'd been told only a month before shooting. Which, this alone shocked you deeply, as now you had to travel to Romania. What shocked you even more was the fact they didn't give you the role you had auditioned for.

They'd given you Wednesday's crush.

They told you it was a big role. One of the leads. You'd be an important character, so if you couldn't accept the role, tell them now.

So you accepted it.

......

Meeting Jenna Ortega was probably the most exciting moment of your life. She was excited to meet her partner for season two, and had come bounding up to you happily, headphones around her neck and a big smile on her face.

"I'm Jenna!" She told you excitedly. Her dimple was deep, her eyes sparkled with happiness.

"Y/N" you grin back, reaching out your hand to let her shake. She accepted it, your hands gracing each others, sending a spark through your arm.

"You're gonna be my crush in the show, right?!"

You nod, confirming her suspicions.

"Here, you can go over there to get a script. They want us to read them a lot, and if you need anything, I'll be in the make-up room." She told you, pointing to a table filled with stapled papers, and then to a room labeled "MAKEUP AND SPECIAL EFFECTS"

You nod again. "Thank you!"

"No problem!" She said, before skipping away. She must have had caffeine this morning, she'd never seemed this hyper in any interview or video you'd seen of her. She'd always seemed so laid back and chill.

Emma Myers suddenly stood next to you. You'd met you yesterday, and the two of you had quickly bonded. She read the confusion on your face easily.

"She definitely likes you." Emma stated, rolling her eyes.

"I would hope so, since we're working together for the next god knows how many months."

"No..." Emma sighed, facing you. "She LIKES you."

"No she doesn't!" you respond, scrunching your face up.

"She's never been that hyper in her life."

"She probably had coffee today." you tell Emma. "Like, a lot."

"She doesn't like coffee."

"Energy drinks."

"She has to maintain the sleep deprived Wednesday look anyways."

"Isn't she like, 20? No 20 year old I've ever met still leaps around because of a crush."

"She's 21." Emma sighs.

"We barely know each other."

............

"CUT!"

Jenna sighs, looking at you. "I swear, if we have to do this take one more time, someones losing their tongue."

"Woah!" You exclaim, tossing your hands up. "Don't go all Addams on me now, Ortega!"

She giggles and shakes her head. "I make no promises."

Time with Jenna was nice. You'd never thought a big-time celebrity like her would be fun to hang out with. You always thought they were work, 24/7.

But she was cool.

..................

"So...uhm, I was wondering if you'd...maybe you would...go...would you go to...to the cafe with me....like...the cafe with me...on a...on a...a date maybe?"

(Me speaking to my boyfriend be like)

You giggled, the actions reminding you of her scene last season where she had to ask out "Xavier".

"Yes Jenna, I would love to."

Like a scene straight out of a fucking show.

.............

"Hi Y/N!" She said, clutching herself tightly and smiling.

"Hi Jen!" You respond. She blushed, from the cold or the nickname, you couldn't tell.

She was wearing a brown jacket, her nose pink from cold. She had headphones around her neck and a smile on her face.

"So, the cafe..." She started. Pointing to a small shop, she said, "That way!" She quickly bounded off, leaving you in the dust.

"Jenna, wait!" You cry, quickly speeding after her. Luckily for you, she had short legs and you easily caught up with her.

Out of breath, you both stop in front of the cafe. The cold allowed you to breathe out puffs of chilly air. Jenna's cheeks were pink.

"We made it!" You mumbled, leaning forward and pushing the door open. You held it open and let her pass through.

"Thank you." She whispered to you as you followed her inside.

"No problem, m'lady." You joke, spotting a table for two and rushing to grab it.

You both sat down, facing each other.

"Do you wanna go order something...?"

Jenna nodded. "What do you want?"

"Uhm, just like a muffin or something."

She nodded, running into the line and shooting you a smile and a thumbs up.

You chuckle and wave back at her.

She orders and sits down at the table, handing you a muffin and seems to have bought herself a cookie.

"How much do I owe you?" You ask, taking a bite of your muffin.

"My treat." She whispers, wide eyed as she bit into her cookie.

....................

"I had fun today," Jenna said happily, skipping on the pavement.

"Me too," You chuckle. "We should do this more often."

She squeals and nods.

"Definitely!"

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WOW MORE TRASH!

fuckn sucks ass bro

its okay tho because im 13 and suck at this shit.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Hungman - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake's camboy endeavors are not unbeknownst to you, and one day you take him up on a teasing offer to join

Requested: ohhh how about thoughts on camboy Jake (screen name Hungman) whose best friend walks in on him after a show and he jokingly invites her to join him next time. she accepts (shocking Jake bc she’s lil miss sweet, shy, good girl) and when it comes show time he finds out just how nasty his bestie can be (I’m talking her begging him to be mean and nasty and “spank me daddy please!!!” which blows his mind). he makes bank that night and invites her back to his bed anytime. show or not.

Contents/Warnings: best friend/roommate!jake, smut (minors dni), rough sex, oral sex (m receiving), AFAB/fem!reader, ever-so-slight degradation, p in v but from the back, penetration, no mention of protection, teasing/joking daddy kink (she says it once to piss him off so it's not really a kink i don't think), camboy!jake

WC: 2.8K / navigation

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

"Jake, I found the rub you were looking for last week, it was only- woah!"

You come to a screeching halt in the doorway, watching as your roommate doesn't seem rushed at all to cover up his bare lower half. He's got a lazy smirk on his face, standing with his sweat-slicked chest on display as his hands hover almost uselessly over his dick.

"Oh, good," He nods, holding eye contact with you as your gaze threatens to slip lower, "Meat for dinner tonight. then. Sorry," He apologizes a moment too late, glancing down at his bare form, "Stream ended late."

"No worries," You give him a small smile, bag clutched tighter in your hands, "Sometimes I forget you do those things, m'never here to see 'em."

"Oh, yeah? You wanna be?" Jake chuckles, reaching for a towel while keeping one hand still over his cock. As big as his hand is, it's no use there.

"Wouldn't mind joining," You shrug, "It would be nice to have some extra pocket cash."

"Joining?" Jake's laugh is even more incredulous now, and he rubs the towel through his sweaty hair rather than wrapping it around his midsection, "Darlin', the day you join me is the day I'll keel over in shock."

You march towards Jake's room clad in tight lingerie, black lace snug to your skin.

"Get ready to keel over," You command, stepping over a stray sock in his doorway, "Ready to do this thing?"

"Woah!" Jake's eyes widen as he turns, clad in only tight briefs. It gives you a very intimate view of his clothed cock, and all of a sudden the fabric seems a lot tighter.

"What's the plan?" You ask, readjusting the strap of your bra, "Just, drop down on the floor and fuck like rabbits?"

"Y/N," Jake breathes, chest heaving with shock, "What- what are you doing?"

"You said I could be here," You huff, cocking a hip out and crossing your arms, making your tits pop, "What, you changed your mind? I wasn't kidding, I need money."

"You're really joining?" Jake asks, face the picture of a disgruntled Ken doll.

"No, Jake," You sneer, narrowing your eyes, "I was actually planning on going for a walk in the park. Just wanted to see if you'd join me."

"Alright, alright," Jake's shoulder slump from where they're tensed at his ears, "No need to get snippy, missy."

You see his dick twitch. He likes snippy.

After a bout of awkward silence, Jake gestures to a camera set up on his desk.

"Camera's there," He reaches up to scratch the back of his neck, "Not on yet, though. We're gonna go live, so I can't edit out your face. You got a mask, or something?"

"Nah," You shake your head, "Not unless you want me wearing your helmet."

"That's-" Another dick twitch, briefs straining to contain him, "-not a bad idea. But I probably shouldn't use government-issued equipment for porn."

"No fun," You lament, striding over to the bed and crawling onto the mattress on your hands and knees. You're fully presented to him, ass up and head down, wriggling your hips as you wait for the beep of the camera.

"So," You shimmy, "Anytime soon, big guy?"

"You're really ready for this?" Jake asks, hovering by the camera with an uncertain gaze.

"Just-" You huff, straining to meet his eye with a desperate look in your own, "Fuck me, Jake!"

His eyes darken, his jaw clenches, and you swear his briefs nearly rip.

"Okay," He murmurs, low and dangerous, and you hear the click of the camera's recording button.

"You," Jake drawls, sidling up behind you and gripping your hips in his strong hands, "Have been a very naughty girl."

You scoff at his stereotypical porno-style dialogue, playing along anyways, "Oh, yeah? What did I do, daddy?"

You hear his breathing hitch, and his fingers dig harder into your flesh.

"You've been watching my streams," He murmurs, dangerous and accusatory. Your stomach bottoms out, you have. You aren't sure how he's figured you out, but you have, and until now, you'd thought you were getting away with it. He wasn’t hard to find, and you have to give him credit for his creative screen name: Hungman.

"All this time," He hums, slowly smoothing his hand over the fleshy globes of your ass, "You've been buried under the covers in your room, those pretty little hands of yours sinking in your cunt, huh?"

Then, after a moment of silence, he hums, "Yeah?"

You nod, almost shamefully, and you're given a sharp smack to the ass in response.

It makes you cry out, and your voice blends with Jake as he roars, "Answer me!"

"Yes!" You yelp, breathing heavy as you push your ass further towards him, in search of another surge of pleasure, "Yes, I- I've been watching your videos."

"And last week," He drawls, rubbing your sore ass with his massive, rough hand, "Caught me damn near naked. You think I didn't see how flustered you were? Think I didn't notice how tense those shoulders were, huh?" Jake's large hand moves up your back, squeezing at your tight shoulder. You gasp at the feeling, his fingers prodding at sensitive muscles.

"This whole time," He stalks around to the front of the bed, cock out and hard near your face. It makes your mouth water; you nearly choke on your drool.

"This whole time you've been thinkin' about me, haven't you?" Jake asks, running a soft hand through your hair, "Fingers buried in that wet cunt of yours, stuffin' a shirt- my shirt in your mouth to stop from moanin'."

"How do you-" You stammer, but Jake cuts you off, hand tightening in your hair.

"I saw you." He reveals, "'Came in to give you your laundry. You left the door open, baby. Did you want me to see?"

"No," You shake your head, but it doesn't go far with his hand in your hair, "No, I- I didn't know you were home."

"Didn't know," Jake scoffs, dick stiff, "I walk like a damn elephant, Y/N. You knew."

"I didn't mean for you to see me," You insist, but oh, you did, "Honest, Jake, I swear!"

"Don't swear," He sneers, letting go of your hair to lean over and swat at your ass again, "This is what you wanted, baby. This is it," He slips a hand under his hard cock, pushing it towards your face, "Take it, darlin'. Take it, this is what you wanted."

You lean to the side, tongue already out in anticipation of taking Jake's dick into your mouth. But the second before you can get a taste, though, he backs away a step, leaving you open-mouthed and whining.

"Look at that," He chuckles, reaching with his free hand to grip your jaw, thumbs hollowing out your cheeks, "So desperate. You opened right up for me, baby."

"Mhm," You struggle to speak through the grip Jake has on your cheeks, "Yeah. Want your- your cock, Jake."

"Filthy," He scoffs, releasing your face to land yet another smack against your ass. You let out a broken whine through pursed lips, but you feel the head of Jake's cock bump them, and you're opening your mouth eagerly once more.

"Take it," He scoffs, "You want it so damn bad. There," He jerks his hips forward, jamming his dick so far into your mouth that it's nearly down your throat, "That good enough for you, baby? That what'cha wanted?"

"Mhm," You nod vigorously, mouth subsequently sliding up and down the shaft of his cock. "Thank you," You pant around his length, words mumbled and drooly, "Thank you, Jake."

"Good manners," He praises you with a cocky glance towards the camera, "Showing off for the audience?"

You give your hips a wiggle for the camera, and your ass jiggles with the movement. Jake groans, fisting a hand in your hair once more, "Come on baby, don't tease."

He tugs you further onto his cock with the hand he's tangled in your hair, and your throat constricts without warning, an involuntary gag. You choke, spluttering and coughing as he barely lets up, hand not only pulling your head forwards but pushing it down, too, fully taking your mouth with his hard length.

You run your tongue against the underside of his cock and curl it up around the tip. It's difficult to do with how deep he's buried inside your mouth, but you rear back against his hold and take a gulp of fresh air with the motion of your tongue. When your wet muscle flicks through his slit he hisses, hand nearly ripping your hair out.

"God," He gasps, this time using his grip on your hair to pull you off of his cock, grunting and groaning as you chase after him with your mouth, "Ease up, darlin'. Easy, I- I've gotta get inside you."

The only way you'll let him take his cock out of your mouth if is he puts it inside of you. You go limp, knees already tired and arms even worse. But nothing deters you from the excitement of being fucked from behind by Jake.

When you feel his large, rough fingers tug at the strap of your panties, you expect them to ghost over your ass. But they plunge for your cunt instead, prodding at the end of your slit.

"Ah!' You seize up, stiff as you try getting a glimpse of him, "Jake, I-"

"I don't have the patience to work you open," Jake apologizes, thumbing gently over your tight asshole, "Your cunt's already wet, darlin', just- god," His fingers hit a gush of slick and slip easily into your pussy, "I need to be inside you now."

"Okay," You nod, panting as Jake's fingers nudge roughly at your clit, "Oh, god, Jake, just- fuck me!"

"Don't make me spank you again," He grumbles, one hand guiding his dick towards the end of your slick slit, "I am, brat."

"Yeah?" You wriggle your hips, egging him on, "Can't feel you yet. Maybe you don't have as big of a dick as I thought, cowboy."

Jake chooses to show, not tell. In a quick second, his cock is rammed so far into your cunt, you see stars. Your only warning had been the soft stretch of his thick fingers, but this, this is rough, aggressive, demanding.

"Feel it now?" Jake spits, leaning over your back to sneer against your ear, "'S rippin' your pretty little cunt open, darlin'. Still think it ain't that big?"

"Use it," You grunt, gritting your teeth so that you don't moan. You don't want him to have the satisfaction of getting to you, "Move. Fuck. Me."

You're not the only one good at following orders. Maybe it's the navy training in him, but he's obedient, but he rears his hips back, his thick cock dragging deliciously along the walls of your wet, hot cunt.

He sets a merciless pace, jackhammering his hips into your own hard enough to split right through your cunt and jam his dick up through your throat. His balls slap against your thighs, and the speed at which he rams into you shakes the bed, his headboard slamming repeatedly against the wall.

"There," He grits, breath hot against your shoulder "You happy? You're pretty demanding for a bitch on her hands and knees."

"Harder," You beg, finally letting a strangled moan slip through your lips, "Harder, Jake, I need more!"

"Gonna fuck you through the wall if I go harder," Jake scoffs, nipping at your earlobe. He reaches up to pinch your clit between two rough fingers, twisting and teasing the oversensitive bud, "What about that, baby? That better?"

"Ah! Yes," You gush, drilling your hips backwards as Jake's pinch turns to circles over your clit, "More, Jake, I need- I need more!"

"More," He mimics you, bumping his lips into the side of your temple so that you turn and raise your head to try and meet him. It's killer on your neck, but it's the only way you can mouth desperately at his lips.

"So damn greedy. Is that what you were moanin' into that shirt of mine, darlin'? Beggin' for more, for the real thing?"

"Yes," You pant, lips pressing desperately to his own, over and over again from that awkward sideways angle you're barely able to reach, "Yes, Jake, I- I need you!"

"Tell them," Jake urges, parting from the sloppy side kiss he'd attempted and grabbing your face in his free hand. One is still circling your clit, but that means that his weight is on you, and you're barely able to hold yourself up with him on top. He yanks your head to the side, putting your drool-covered chin and fucked-out face on display. He's wearing a cocky smirk. but you can't see it, and only when your face is in position does he plant his hand back on the mattress and take his weight back.

"I need you, Jake," You moan, pathetic and desperate to the camera. You feel Jake's dick twitch inside of you, and his fingers circle faster at your clit. It sends a surge of arousal so powerful rolling under your belly that you nearly cum right then and there, but it fizzles out to wait for another wave.

"Ah! I need you," You repeat, babbling with a half-open mouth now, "I need you, I need you, I need you so bad, Jake!"

"Agh," He grunts, teeth biting and nipping at your bare shoulder as his hips jerk forwards even faster, a near-impossible pace, "Yeah? Yeah, oh fuck, scream for me, baby, come on."

His cock is rock hard, leaking, twitching, and slamming into your most sensitive spot. You let a steady flow of whimpers and moans fall from your lips, but as Jake's dick pistons harder in and out of you, they turn to screams.

Jake's cum floods your cunt. There's no other word for it than flood, it gushes from his tip and gets slammed into your cunt, having nowhere to go but out. You feel it ooze around his shaft, and it's sticky and hot against the walls of your cunt as he chases his high. He does fuck like a rabbit, hard and fast, and the feeling of him milking his dick in your pussy sends you over the edge with another rolling surge of pleasure.

"Ah!" Your mouth hangs open, eyes squeezed shut and thighs trembling with both the force of your orgasm and the effort of holding yourself up. Your climax makes your cunt spasm, and Jake feels the way your cunt squeezes his cock, clenching relentlessly and sporadically as you get fucked through your own high.

"Oh," He pants against your back, lips pressing to your dewy skin, "Oh- Oh my god,"

"Fuck," You hiss, finally slumping forwards where you'd been arching your hips backwards to get more of Jake's length in your cunt, "Oh, fuck! Jake," You breathe, "I- God, that was good."

"Mhm," He hums, dick still nestled snugly inside your cum-filled cunt as he takes a moment to breathe. His hand falls from your clit, and his forehead presses to your back before he breathes, straightening up and alleviating the pressure of his weight against you.

You have no problem collapsing your elbows and letting yourself slump to Jake's mattress. You're drained, and you can barely remember to keep your face turned towards the camera as Jake pulls out of your cunt. Once he's out, you let your knees straighten, your hips falling to the sheets below.

"Jesus," Jake huffs, thumbing at the puffy lips of your cunt and smearing some of his cum against your ass, "I made a real mess of you, darlin'."

"S'okay," You grunt, too spent to care about any clean-up, "Just- turn off the camera and come lay with me."

You do hear the click of the camera, and a few stray keyboard strokes. But your eyes drift shut, and they only reopen when you feel something warm and wet against your cunt.

You almost wish it was Jake's tongue, but it's not. You're too tired for that now, you think, but it's a suggestion for a later date.

It's a washcloth, and you must have been too hazy to hear the sink water running from the bathroom. Jake cleans up your puffy, stiff entrance, placating you with a warm hand on your thigh when you squirm and hiss at the sensitivity.

"I know," He croons, wiping away the last smear of his cum against your ass, "I know, darlin'. It's over now, you can sleep."

"No," You whine, reaching blindly for him, "You too, cowboy."

"Alright," He chuckles, soft and tired, "C'mere."

He tugs you to one side of his bed, and crawls over you to the other. He gathers you in his arms and you let him, limbs going limp as he tucks you against his chest.

"We made a ton of money," He informs you, lips dotting against the tip of your nose. He rubs his large hands over your back, a soothing gesture that helps you slip further towards sleep, "Come back any time, baby. Camera or no camera."

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toxophilitis · 6 months

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Mom's Naughty Daughter cont

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Are we all crazy?" Lynn laughed, leaning back on the stairs, her dress high, her cunt twinkling. "Fucking on the stairs! I can think of a dozen more comfortable places."

Carolyn sat on the stairs, her elbows on her knees, her chin cupped by both hands. A few steps down, Bobby leaned on the banister, breathing hard and glancing from his mother's cunt to his sister's pussy. His cock dangled, glistening wetly from the heat of his mother's cunt.

"When you gotta fuck, Mom," he panted, "anyplace is just as good as the next!"

Lynn giggled. "You're right about that, baby."

While she prepared them an early dinner Lynn thought about how completely comfortable she was with the change in their lives. Other people would probably have been uncomfortable, even a bit embarrassed, she thought. But she and Carolyn and Bobby seemed to accept their new relationships without question. She didn't know how the kids would accept it when Jake joined them but she knew she would see to it that they accepted him somehow.

Lynn had meant it when she told the man she loved him and now she was sure he loved her, too. He wasn't looking for a woman with money -- he had his own. Jake, she felt, was looking for stability in his life. He wanted to settle down and make a new life with a new family.

Upstairs, Carolyn and Bobby were talking. Lynn didn't just know how much her children already knew. Both Carolyn and Bobby knew it was only a matter of time before Jake moved into their house. Carolyn was eager for the man to move in. Bobby really didn't care one way or the other.

"There's plenty of pussy to go around," he told Carolyn when she asked if he minded about Jake.

His sister had bathed, he watched her drying her slim body. He had finished his shower too, and sat on the toilet wearing his jockey shorts. Carolyn loved the way her brother's cock and balls made a tasty lump in his white shorts. Seeing each other in various stages of nakedness kept their excitement high.

"I think I'll just wear my panties for a while," Carolyn said, dropping the towel on the floor. "Want to help me pick out a pair, Bobby?"

They went into her room and she fished out several pairs of panties, holding them up for his approval or disapproval. Bobby finally settled on a tiny, flimsy pair and Carolyn pulled them up her slender thighs, snapping them about her hips. Bobby adjusted the crotch band so her cunt hairs curled out on each side of it.

The panties were very thin and the shadowy triangle of her cunt hair could be seen. Carolyn turned around and Bobby made sure the cheeks of her ass showed by pulling her panties in between her asscheeks. Then, with a giggle, he pressed his face to her ass, kissing each exposed asscheek.

"Ohhhh, you're so fucking horny all the time, Bobby," she purred. "Come on, let's go down stairs before you make me suck your cock."

Bobby dove at her naked tit, laughing as they left her room.

"You're just in time!" Lynn said as they tumbled down the stairs to the dinner table. "I thought I was going to have to come up and drag you two down. Were you fucking again?"

Carolyn shook her head, her eyes gleaming. "Almost, Mother," she said. "I had to make Bobby stop kissing my ass!"

"I wouldn't make him stop!" Lynn said, kissing her son's cheek and cupping the lump in his shorts. "Mmmmm, this feels very nice."

They ate in silence for a while, then Lynn told them what had been happening with Jake. After she told them, she waited anxiously for their replies.

"It wont make any difference between us," Lynn added after a moment. "Especially with you, Bobby."

"I hope not," he said. "I'm getting used to having all this pussy, Mom."

"My pussy will always be ready for you, baby," she said fondly. "That's something you don't ever have to worry about."

"Just as long as I get mine! I don't care."

Lynn wondered if she should tell them about Jake's wife and daughter. She wondered if she would let them know that he had pissed on her in the orange grove at her request. She decided to tell them about those things later.

Bobby remained at the table, watching his mother and sister clean up. His sister's tight ass was so beautiful in those skimpy panties and his naked mother was her equal. He tried to decide which ass he preferred, which ass was more beautiful, but he couldn't make up his mind.

When his mother leaned down below the kitchen sink, he watched her creamy ass spread. The pucker of her asshole flashed at him and a gleam came into his eyes. He pulled the crotch of his shorts to one side, his cock jumping free. His mother leaned on the kitchen counter, her ass jutting toward him, wiggling gently.

Lynn was talking to Carolyn, who was wiping out the sink but Bobby wasn't hearing them. He gazed at his mother's jutting ass, fascinated by its smoothness. He gripped his cock and began to stroke it, the heat in his eyes growing.

Getting to his feet, he stepped up behind his mother, his cock pointing the way. He rubbed the swollen heat of his cock along the crack of her ass and Lynn flashed him a grin, continuing to talk to Carolyn. Bobby smeared the cheeks of his mother's ass with the juices dripping from his piss hole. Lynn gave a soft groan.

Bobby pressed the head of his cock against his mother's asshole and Lynn, still talking to her daughter, pressed her ass back at him. Bobby pulled the cheeks of his mother's ass apart, watching his cock rubbing at the fiery tightness. The harder he pushed, the more Lynn pushed back.

"Ohhhh," Lynn groaned, her eyes becoming dreamy.

Bobby's cock penetrated his mother's asshole. He stood behind her and spread the cheeks of her ass as wide as he could, looking down at the way her asshole stretched about his cock. The searing heat of his mother's asshole almost made Bobby come.

Lynn arched her ass at him, gasping with pleasure when her son pressed his cock in deeper. Carolyn turned around and saw where Bobby had his cock and she gave a squeal of erotic delight. She saw her mother's asshole stretching around the base of her brother's cock.

"Ohhhh, you're up my ass, baby!" Lynn groaned. "Oh, God... you feel so fucking deep in my asshole!"

Lynn writhed her naked ass, leaning on the counter. Bobby was just short enough to fit his cock up her ass without bending his knees. He stood straight and began to plunge his cock in and out.

Carolyn's eyes were huge as she watched her brother thrusting his cock in and out of their mother's ass. Her own sweet ass clenched and she shoved a hand in front of her mother, stroking the thick curls of Lynn's cunt. Then she began to rub at Lynn's swollen clitoris.

"Ahhhhh, shit, shit!" Lynn moaned, feeling the pulsations of her son's hard cock inside the highly sensitive ring of her asshole. "God, this is good, Bobby! Oooooo, your cock feels so fucking good up my ass!"

"It looks good, too! Mother," Carolyn mewled, rubbing vigorously at her mother's distended clitoris, "it looks so damned good! Just watching Bobby's cock fucking your asshole makes mine burn!"

Lynn shook with the assault of her sons cock fucking faster and faster into her asshole. The harsh rubbing of her clitoris by her daughter made her squeal. Her tits swelled painfully, her nipples so hard they ached.

"It is good!" Lynn screeched. "It's so fucking good! Ooooo, baby, fuck Mother's tight asshole! It's been so fucking long since I've... fuck me! Oh, fuck the shit out of my asshole, Bobby!"

Carolyn shot a hand to her brother's ass, her fingers sliding down the elastic waist of his jockey shorts. She moved a finger down the crack of his fucking ass and began to rub the pucker of his asshole. Bobby grunted when he felt his sister pressing her finger up his ass. He shot a glance at her and she grinned lewdly.

"You're gonna get it too, Bobby," she said, and rammed her finger into his ass. Bobby yelped, thrusting his cock hard into his mother's asshole. Carolyn giggled and began ass-fucking Bobby with her finger. Lynn whimpered as her son's cock seemed to go through her body and into her throat with each powerful ass-fucking thrust. She shook her ass, gasping in pleasure.

Carolyn pressed her cunt against her mother's thigh, rubbing it up and down. She pulled and rubbed and pinched her mother's throbbing clitoris. Her finger shot into her brother's ass each time he pulled his cock back out of his mother's squeezing asshole. Lynn felt his cock stretching her asshole while her daughter's boiling little cunt rubbed at her thigh.

"Fuck me, Bobby!" she shrieked. "Ohhhh, fuck my ass! God! Your cock is so hard... deep up my ass! Ooooo, I'm about to come! Oh, darling... ram me hard!"

Holding his mother's hips with strong fingers, Bobby ass-fucked her in a frenzy. His sister kept plunging her finger up his ass, and each time she thrust it in. Bobby rammed his mother's asshole. His balls swung back and forth, beating against Lynn's bubbling, seeping cunt.

Carolyn rubbed her pantied cunt frantically against her mother's feverish thigh, about to come herself. She felt her brother's tight asshole become tighter, then squeeze, with pulsating heat. She rubbed hard on her mother's swollen clitoris.

Bobby rammed hard into his mother's asshole, his balls smashing against her hairy, wet cunt. The gush of come juice spewed along the walls of her ass, sending Lynn into a shrieking orgasm. The harder she came, the more her asshole gripped and sucked at her son's cock. Carolyn wailed as her cunt erupted, her ass shaking in ecstasy.

By the time her orgasm finished, Lynn was draped over the kitchen counter, her legs weak. Carolyn slumped to her knees then settled her ass down on her heels, head banging. Her hand was still inside her brother's shorts. Bobby slumped over his mother's back, his cock still inside her tight asshole.

"Ooooo, it's been so long since I've been fucked up the ass," Lynn cooed softly. "I almost forgot what it felt like."

Bobby stirred, starting to pull his cock free. But Lynn closed her asshole tightly.

"Ooooo, don't take your cock out yet, darling. I love the feel of it in me."

"Okay, Mom, if you say so," Bobby said.

"Oh, I do say so!"

Carolyn lifted her head, looking at them. The crotch of her panties was soaked, as were the insides of her slim thighs. She leaned forward and licked at her mother's thigh, then lapped at her hip.

"Mmmmm, that's nice," Lynn purred.

Bobby giggled suddenly.

Lynn's head shot up, her eyes going wide, her mouth open in surprise.

"Bobby, what are you doing?" she cried.

Bobby giggled again.

"You're... ohhh, you little fucker!" Lynn yelped, laughing.

Carolyn wondered what was happening. She couldn't see anything. Her brother's cock was still in their mother's asshole but that was all she knew.

Bobby was pissing! The head of his cock was clamped inside his mother's asshole and he was pissing hotly into her. Bobby was giggling his head off and Lynn was whimpering with surprise.

"What's going on?" Carolyn asked. "Your brother," Lynn laughed, "your fucking brother is pissing! The little motherfucker is pissing in my Goddamn asshole!"

"Really?" Carolyn asked, not believing it. "Is he really pissing in your asshole, Mother?"

"Oh, is he! God, he's about to drown me!" Lynn mewled.

Carolyn could see the shaft of her brother's cock but that was all. The head of his cock was inside their mother's ass and the gleam in her brother's mischievous eyes told her Lynn was telling the truth. She laughed, licking the flat surface of her tongue about her mother's hip.

Almost finished, Bobby pulled his cock free and Carolyn saw him finish pissing directly upon their mother's clenched asshole. Piss ran down Lynn's thighs and her flesh was shivering.

"That did it!" Lynn said. "Now you've made me want to shit and I think I better hurry!"

She ran from the kitchen, rushing to the downstairs bathroom. She held her naked ass with both hands, laughing all the way. Bobby giggled and pulled his shorts up, looking at his sister.

"Well, I had to piss," he said simply.

Carolyn laughed with him. She poked him in the ribs, making her brother double, over. She kept tickling him until he was rolling on the floor laughing loudly, doubling up and trying to make her stop.

"You little fuck face!" she laughed, getting on top of him and pinning his arms above his head. "You don't know where to draw the line! Do you?"

"I thought it was funny," Bobby said, looking up at his sister's sugary tight tits, her pink nipples rigid with pleasure. "You're gonna get surprised next."

"Oh, is that right?"

"Just wait and see," he giggled. Carolyn held his arms above his head, rubbing her soaked panties about his stomach and chest. She looked down at him, a twinkle in her eyes. Then she started to piss!

"Hey! What the fuck?" Bobby yelped, not laughing now.

The hot piss boiled through the crotch of her thin panties, soaking his chest. Carolyn laughed in delight.

"Feel it, Bobby? I'm pissing in my panties and pissing on you, too!"

Lynn came back into the kitchen and saw her daughter on top of her son. Immediately she saw Carolyn on his chest and she laughed loudly.

"That's it, Carolyn!" she laughed. "Piss on that little mother-fucker!"

Lynn went to her knees at her son's side, dipping her face down, her lips open. Through his shorts, she took his balls into her mouth. She sucked at them wetly, her eyes turned toward her daughter's ass. Carolyn lifted up slightly and Lynn gazed at the piss splashing through those thin panties.

"In his cunt-licking face!" Lynn said. "Carolyn, piss in Bobby's face! We'll show the little fuck-head!"

"Don't you dare, Carolyn!" Bobby warned, twisting his face.

His sister laughed and began inching her cunt toward his face. The hot piss sprayed from the edges of her panties, making her inner thighs as wet as his chest. Bobby yelped, trying to get free and move his face out of the sudden stream. The hot piss burned into Bobby's face and then, without warning, his sister smashed her cunt down. Bobby made a grunt, unable to turn his face away in time, and his sister pressed her pantied cunt against his mouth. He clamped his lips closed as tight as he could as Carolyn's golden piss spewed over his lips and cheeks.

"How do you like it, Bobby?" Carolyn laughed as she finished pissing. "You think it's fun to piss in mother's asshole, do you? Well, how do you like the same thing?"

"That's my face, you little bitch!" Bobby gasped, his sister's cunt hovering just a few inches above him, piss still dripping from her panties.

"Oh! I'm a little bitch, am I?" she teased.

Squeezing her son's cock, Lynn laughed. "Are you going to let him get away with that, Carolyn?"

Carolyn's eyes twinkled down at Bobby.

"Carolyn, don't you dare!" Bobby yelped, struggling to get loose. "Don't you dare, you cunt!"

"Oh, now I'm a cunt, huh?" she giggled. "Okay, you asked for it!"

She slammed her crotch against his mouth again, rubbing her wet panties into his face. Bobby didn't get his lips closed in time and he tasted her hot piss. Carolyn pressed hard into his mouth, smearing the pissy crotch about. She strained, and let go with a final squirt and Bobby had no choice but to swallow it.

"Lick my panties, Bobby!" Carolyn said. "Suck the piss from my panties!"

Excited by this new pleasure, Bobby shot his tongue out and lapped at his sister's piss-wet crotch. He began to suck, trying to get his tongue through her panties and into her cunt. Carolyn twisted and rubbed, laughing in delight. Lynn, too, was laughing lewdly, gripping hard at her son's cock. She was, not at all surprised to feel his prick starting to swell. She slipped his shorts past his balls and lowered her mouth, pulling his growing cock into her mouth. She began sucking him, sliding her hand up his piss-wet chest, her fingers slipping between his mouth and Carolyn's cunt. Lynn hooked a finger into the wet crotch of her daughter's panties, pulling them so one side. She pulled his soft cock deep into her mouth, her eyes turned to watch Carolyn's ass.

Bobby now thrust his tongue into his sisters cunt, sucking and licking, tasting her pussy juices and piss. Carolyn released his arms and Bobby wrapped them about her hips, clutching her tight ass and swirling his tongue into her cunt.

"Ooooo, suck my pussy, Bobby!" Carolyn mewled. "Do you like my cunt all pissy this way? Do you like the taste of my piss, Bobby?"

Bobby groaned, his tongue fucking into his sister's fiery cunt.

Excited by what she was seeing, Lynn sucked in a frenzy on his now thoroughly hard cock, her tongue lapping at his piss hole. She cupped his balls, rubbing them against her check, not minding the shitty taste of his cock at all.

"Oooooo, you lick my cunt so good, Bobby!" Carolyn wailed. "I'm going to have piss on you more often! Tongue-fuck me!" She thrust her cunt into his face, his tongue probing the satiny walls, his fingers digging into her asscheeks. "Ahhhh, faster, Bobby! Oooo, I'm going to come! I'm going to come in your fucking mouth!"

Carolyn screamed in ecstasy, her fiery, juicy cunt convulsing, her ass shaking.

Lynn sucked Bobby's cock hungrily, watching her daughter's ass shake as her son's lips spread wide against Carolyn's sugary cunt. Lynn squeezed Bobby's balls and before she knew it, her mouth was suddenly filling with the sweetness of his balls.

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musings-ofthe-unamused · 4 months

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Honey So Sweet pt. 1 (Genshin Impact)

Pairing: Childe x Reader, Harbingers x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Childe

A/N: Man, I could deal with Childe if he gave me money

It sucks being broke. You had no luck in job searches and college had ended more than three months ago. The only solace you had was going to the café near campus. It was cheap and quiet most of the time. The only downside was that the coffee sucked. Big time. Your nose scrunched as you set down your mug and deleted yet another rejection email.

It was raining outside. It seemed to match your mood, the way it poured relentlessly. The gray cloud swallowed up every bit of sunshine there could be. You watched as a flash of bright orange hair flashed past the window. The bell attached to the door rang as a man walked in. He huffed and shook off the water droplets from his hair. His outfit was impeccable. A thick gray wool overcoat covered a nice looking black dress shirt. His matching gray slacks were impeccably clean and tidy, expensive leather Italian dress shoes pulling the whole outfit together.

Like you, Childe was a regular. More than several times, he had bought you coffee and kept you company as you searched for jobs or studied. As much as you appreciated the company, he was annoying. Not only was he talkative, but he always talked about the expensive items he bought or the lavish trips he went on. You couldn't help the jealousy that grabbed any common sense and destroyed it. You wanted the lavish lifestyle. You wanted to stop drinking bad coffee and get the expensive shit that only tasted slightly better. You wanted to-

"It's pouring down, huh?" Childe pulled you away from your thoughts. He slid a piece of chocolate cake towards you. "I thought I was gonna get soaked."

You hummed and happily accepted the cake. "Maybe you shouldn't wear an expensive coat like that. It could get ruined."

"I'd just buy another one."

There it was. That smirk paired with the nonchalance of spending wild amounts of money. It drove you crazy. You angrily pierced the cake with your fork. For once, you just wanted to live life comfortably. Was it too much to ask? Probably. The world enjoyed laughing at your expense. Your empty wallet was just an ongoing bit. But at least you had free cake.

"Tough day?"

"Another job rejection." You sighed and lowered your head. "Why can't I be rich?"

Childe leaned forward and rested his chin on his hand. "Let me take you out for dinner tonight."

You groaned and shook your head. "Can't. No money."

"I'll pay."

That piqued your interest. You raised your head. "Okay… but where?"

"The new place that opened just outside campus."

"The steakhouse?" You snorted. You couldn't even afford to look at it. "I don't have clothes fancy enough for that. Why don't we just-"

Childe took out his wallet and produced a black card. He held it out to you. Your eyebrows furrowed. Was he just trying to show off his money now? You took the card and turned it around in your hands, studying it. Childe stared at you with a smirk. He was most definitely planning something.

"Buy yourself some clothes. Then go out to dinner with me."

"I couldn't-"

He stopped you, his hands moving over yours. "Yes, you can. You deserve it, okay? Think of it as a gift."

"No one is ever this generous without a hidden motive."

He raised an eyebrow. "I don't have hidden motives. Other than wanting to see you happy for once."

You took a deep breath. What was the worst thing that could go wrong? If anything, you could just return whatever clothes you got after dinner. Your eyes drifted over to your laptop. After months of constant rejections, you did deserve a break. You deserved some happiness. And it wasn't like you didn't trust Childe. At least, you didn't think he would have anything malicious planned. So you nodded and agreed. Nothing bad would happen. Right?

***

The restaurant Childe chose was all the buzz. You heard your classmates dream about even stepping inside. And here you were, your arm looped around Childe's as he led you into the fine dining restaurant. The place was big with a wide open space. Chandeliers decorated the ceiling, the lighting soft and intimate. There was a stage towards the left of the dining area where a grand piano sat. The pianist played music that flowed throughout the building and added to the already romantic atmosphere. This was… a date.

You looked up at Childe. He had a grin on his face as he held you close. So this was his whole plan. To take you on a date, woo you, shower you with gifts, and then suddenly it's two years later and you're a stay at home housespouse. You took a deep breath and sat down as Childe pulled out your chair. He then walked around and sat, giving you a smile.

"You look gorgeous tonight."

"All thanks to you."

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Did you enjoy shopping?"

"It wasn't bad…" You looked away from him. "It felt kind of awkward. Like I was afraid to buy something too expensive."

"Please, you barely left a dent in my wallet." He picked up the menu then motioned for you to do the same. "Get anything you want."

You picked up the menu. As you expected, everything was out of your price range. Not to mention, you barely understood any of the names on the menu. It was one of those places that didn't have pictures either. You frowned, bringing the menu closer to your face. You peeked over the edge to see what Childe was doing.

He was staring, of course.

Your face flushed and you brought the menu back up. "So… see anything you like?"

"I was about to ask the same."

"Uhm…" You slowly set down the menu and gave him a sheepish smile. "Why don't you order for me?"

"Sure thing, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. There was definitely something fishy going on here. Childe had never wanted to talk to you so much before. And now he was acting like… he enjoyed pampering you. As the dinner went on and you ate food too fancy for your tastes, your mind tried to find a reason for him doing this. Even as you enjoyed yourself, you couldn't help but think that something deeper was going on. Maybe it was because you felt so out of place. You were a commoner, someone who had to rely on some rich spoiled kid to give you even a singular day of relaxation.

After dinner, you two were walking back to campus. Childe's arm was looped around yours as he held you close. He felt warm and shielded you from the cool night air. It was silent as you tried to rationalize why someone would ever do something like this for you. Childe pulled you closer. It felt so right, but there was still something off. Eventually, the two of you made it back to your dorm.

"Wanna go shopping this week?" He asked, his eyes trained on you.

You looked up at him. "Me? Why?"

"Because you deserve it. And I want to see how you shop."

"Is this not a waste of money?"

"I'm rich, sweetheart."

You frowned and stopped walking. "Childe, why are you doing this? I'm starting to feel like a sugar baby."

"Hah!" He chuckled and rolled his eyes as he leaned towards you. "Wouldn't be too far off."

You stared at him in disbelief. "Are you a sugar daddy?"

"A new one, yeah. I was getting bored. I wanted to spend my money somehow, so I signed up for this app that hooks up sugar babies to sugar daddies. Or mommies. Or whatever you'd like."

"Okay… but why me? I know for a fact I'm not on that site." You crossed your arms and tilted your head. Was this a blessing in disguise?

He hummed and reached out, pinching your cheek slightly. "Because I couldn't resist that cute sad face of yours."

Your face scrunched up. You couldn't tell if that was a compliment or pity. Either way, it felt weird. So there was an ulterior motive. It may not have been sinister, but it was something different than you expected. You sighed and pushed his hand away. "So I'm your sugar baby?"

He shrugged. "If you wanna be. I'm not the type to force you if you don't want it. It'll be a learning curve for me too."

"I'll… I'll think about it."

"Great." He leaned in and kissed your cheek. "I'll text you."

With that, he left. Your hand brushed where he kissed you. You went inside, dazed and confused. As you lay in bed in your too expensive dress, you took out your phone. Childe had texted you asking if you got in safe and when you were free next. You sighed and set down your phone. You had to admit, under all the bad vibes you felt, the date was fun. Hanging out with Childe, going shopping… you enjoyed it. Your phone dinged and you got another text.

Childe: "Here's the app in case I'm not enough ;)"

Your eyes widened. He wanted you to have… more? Was this normal? You weren't exactly educated in glucose activities. But… nothing could go wrong. Right? As long as Childe was okay with it, there would be no harm in trying out at least another one. So you downloaded the app. The way it was set up was exactly like a dating profile. You made an account fairly easily. As you swiped right through the ones you didn't like, one caught your eye. He looked well off, brand name glasses perched on his nose and dark long hair put into a neat side ponytail. His eyes were closed in a joyous smile.

"Pantalone, huh? I guess… It won't hurt." And then you swiped left.

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oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse · 1 year

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Mischief

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Summary - Request for “ahahaa the animagus thing has given me ideas for a good write up, Natsai shows Sebastian a certain type of polyjuice for making fun of her Animagus form and challenges him to be one for the day to see what he'd become, but he stuck like it until it wears off so with how you said he'd be Seb could just be making the most of it, but he messes with MC and eventually she finds out or something before or until he poofs back"

Word Count - 1,459

Warnings - none

A/N - I hope this is okay, it felt very hard to write about being an animal tbh

Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian was just barely holding his guts in after drinking a vile potion he and Natsai brewed up. He was a little bit scared about what would happen, but if anything went wrong she would at least be aware of the situation to help him.

He felt an intense pain go through him and he clutched at his head. He tried to focus on breathing, Natsai had said it would probably hurt, but he immensely regretted accepting her dare now. As he opened his eyes he definitely noticed his line of sight was no longer the windows in the room. He seemed to be eye level with the legs of the desk in the abdandoned classroom.

Merlin, he thought. He felt weird. He started to realize he was much smaller and on four legs. He attempted to get a look at himself and just some cream colored fur. When he tried to use his vocal cords he scared himself when a gentle bark came out.

He was completely unsure of what to do with himself now. Truthfully he hadn't talked through details with Natsai at all. He took the potion she created for him, assuming it wouldn't last longer than a day, but now he didn't know what to do with it.

He made his way out of the room, taking in the sensation of the paws he now had on the stone floor. She had waited for him outside the room to keep watch and make sure he didn't get trapped in there with no way out.

"Oh my god, you really drank it."

Sebastian looked at her helplessly, unable to convey any of the emotions he felt when she said that.

She crouched down and pet him on the head which he couldn't deny felt nice.

"Off you go little pup. I'll be seeing you later."

He barked at her when she walked away and she couldn't contain her laughter, but just kept walking, leaving him to his own devices. He really had no idea what to do now especially in this huge castle at a view he'd never seen it before.

He decided to walk around and explore, deciding that maybe there were some places he could get into that he hadn't previously.

You were having a rather hectic day and were definitely ready to get back to the common room and relax. You weren't expecting to round the corner to somebody's dog eating a stolen treacle tart. Dogs just weren't a pet anyone had at school, they weren't self-sufficient enough and what you were witnessing was a prime example.

"What..."

You approached the animal carefully just for it to grab it's treat and jump back in surprise, looking up at you. The dog was medium-sized, but quite fluffy. It looked so scared that you felt bad for it.

You put your hands under its belly and scooped it up. It was awkward to carry, but you didn't want to leave it there. You kept going on your way to the common room, not carefully avoiding other students and strategically placing your robes over the dog.

Once you made it in you sighed in relief as you put the dog on the floor.

"What in the world am I going to do with you?" You decided you would ask around about it, but for now it seemed content to finish scarfing down it's tart.

It took a seat on the floor, staring up at you and you reluctantly patted the sofa beside yourself. You really weren't a dog person and this wasn't exactly how you saw your day going. When the dog jumped up and nuzzled at your hand you couldn't resist pulling it against you to cuddle.

It wasn't as abhorrent as some other dogs you had been around. You adjusted yourself to press your face against the fluff and were really confused. It almost smelled like Sebastian. You didn't want to admit that you enjoyed being around him enough that you were used to his scent and actually felt comforted by it, but it was the truth.

You sighed and closed your eyes, doing your best to let go of the ink you spilled all over your homework or the cloak you ruined. You just sank into the animals fur and drifted into a peaceful nap in the common room.

Sebastian was on cloud nine. He didn't mind being a dog very much especially if he was going to be your dog. The sensations were nothing like if he were a human right now, but your hands, hair, and face on him were warm and perfect. It wasn't long before he relaxed with you and fell into a sleep himself. It seemed like a decent enough way to spend the time that he had no clue what to do with.

Sebastian woke up completely disoriented upon remembering he was currently a dog. And now he was being carried in your arms, up the stairs of the common room. He had no idea how long you were both out on the couch, but he did begin to feel strange as you were clearly taking him to your room.

It seemed to be early enough in the day that nobody else was present. You gave him a scratch on the belly before placing him on the ground. You opened up your night stand to pull out some snack crackers you had to give to him while you tried to figure out what to do in the meantime.

He ate them greedily suddenly realizing how hungry he was. He must have been this way for hours now, was it really going to last 24 hours? What if you tried to feed him real dog food? He whined at the thought and it made you look down at him.

"I'm sorry buddy, that's what I have for now. I'll figure something else out and take you back to where you belong."

You yawned and stretched, hanging your cloak on one of your bed posts. As he finished his small meal he gazed up at you and all sorts of thoughts rushed through his head. You were in your thin camisole, somehow having shed the layers of your vest and blouse in record time.

He barked at you, not knowing what else to do to try and get your attention. He was torn between wanting you to stop, but also wanting to continue watching you. It wasn't like he could tell you what he wanted either way.

You picked him up once more, smiling at him and holding him in front of you. He felt as if he would fall and braced his paws on your chest, the squishy flesh of your chest just underneath of him now.

"Don't worry, if I can't figure out where you go I'll take you under my wing for a little bit and we can have some more naps."

You had no time to process what was going on as you blinked and suddenly were not holding a dog anymore. All of a sudden Sebastian was in front of you red faced and with his hands right on your chest. Your eyes went wide and you felt mortified.

"Sebastian?!" You shoved him back and covered your face in embarrassment. You tried to find words to say, but you had way too many questions and you were tempted to kick him right in the trousers.

"Uhm...er....I can explain?" His voice cracked at the end of his statement and you just took a seat at the edge of your bed.

"Yes, please. Why are you standing there in place of the dog I just had?"

He tried to focus, but his eyes wandered down to your chest and you groaned, crossing your arms harshly.

He cleared his throat, "Right. Natty and I got into it about being an Animagus. And she said I wouldn't last a whole day as one and I—"

You put your hand out and shook your head, "I've heard enough. What am I supposed to do with you in here? You are not supposed to even be up here."

He eyed you cautiously before wiggling his eyebrows towards you and lowering his voice, "Well I can think of a few —"

"Nope! No." You were already humiliated and you couldn't take anymore.

"Do you have your wand?"

He felt around in a sudden panic before pulling it from a pocket in his robe and held it up to you triumphantly.

You stood up and pushed on his shoulder.

"Then get out!"

"No, but wait, I—"

You continued to push him until he was out of the door and you slammed it in his face despite his protests.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebsatian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc

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How do you believe Eddy actually is without his Bro mask? I mean, I don't believe he would be radically different or anything- he probably still has his hotheadness, stubborness and egocentrism- but he would also be a bit more chill, more openly caring and more helpful and friendly towards his buddies and another people?

Still quite flawed and bratty, but also much more of a nice guy at the same time, summing up.

brother you just opened a whole ass can of worms on this here page

eddy angst and eventual fawning below

even after bps i imagine eddy's guard is gonna be allllllll the way up for a long time. nonetheless, he's ecstatic to be welcomed into the in-crowd. finally, an excuse to wear all those clothes he keeps in that closet o' dreams. his shoulders loosen up a bit over time, he's cool, he's getting invites to all the shindigs. he's chasing this conditional acceptance so much that he might even drift away from the eds for a while- ed and edd not exactly being the partying types.

but he's still waiting for the other shoe to drop. right on his neck. waiting for the moment he says or does the wrong thing. or the moment his searing rage burns through this newfound passivity. he's just doing what everyone else does, what everyone wants him to do. asking someone how they're doing even if you don't really care, laughing when someone tells what could be construed as a joke. and standing up real straight, since double dee's always talking about "posturing" for some reason.

keeping up that front is exhausting though.. some nights he'd rather stay home, but if he did that he might never get invited anywhere ever again. and another of kevin's easyriders anecdotes, jonny's weed-fueled conspiracy theories, rolf's political proselytizing, and nazz's aggressive dancing sure as shit beats spending time with his own thoughts.

yup. this is the life.

the ticking time bomb explodes when someone accidentally bumps into him at one of these parties, and the uncomfortable laughter this elicits from his peers plunges him further into a sea of red, his ire hopping from one head to the next as he drunkenly gives them all what for. he lays into his peers in a way he's only ever seen edd do, then storms off into the inconveniently well-lit night, never to be seen or heard from again... until the next day at school, where to his horror, everyone is still being cool towards him? they're asking him if he's okay?? he should be fine, once he's picked his jaw up off the floor.

but they were supposed to hate him, give him a shiner to go along with the bruises he left on their collective ego. somethin' don't smell right, and it's not just the mix of mike's hard and last night's supper embedded between his shoelaces.

the only solution is to isolate, of course. out of sight out of mind. he starts showing up for school less and less, and when he's there it's not like he's paying attention. what's the point? as far as he can tell, his options were laid out before he was off his mom's tit: join dad at the dealership, or end up in a seaside trailer, running two-bit scams to supplement the part-time income he'd get as a ride operator. you don't need no stinkin' degree to push a button.

graduation comes and he doesn't go cuz you wouldn't catch him dead in one of those stupid ass hats and matching tablecloths. plus "getting older" is depressing. really depressing. as such, he becomes depressed. i wrote in painfully dumb detail what i think that might look like in the fic i was working on, so i'll spare you a rehashing of that.

anyway, his depressive episode subsides a bit and for the first time in his life he's looking inward. what does he want to do? who does he want to be? better yet WHO IS HE??? that's the thing with eddy, he has no idea who he is, and is terrified to find out. it was easy enough to mirror his brother when he mistook fear for respect. but no one is scared of him, and no one respects him, especially now that they see what a loser his brother is. so what does he have to lose by being himself? whatever that means.

at the forefront is that big lavender question mark that's been looming over his head since he was in diapers; the only "mental illness" his dad acknowledges as real.

he has another mini crisis when he is forced to accept that he's gay. followed by a torrent of relieved tears. relief mixed with horror, as it all makes an embarrassing amount of sense now. admitting that everyone was right SUCKS, but he'll look past that for the time being, and enjoy the fleeting lightness in his chest. it feels eerily similar to the day everyone found out the truth about his brother- minus the agony of cracked ribs.

his brother... oh shit, his FATHER. wipe those tears away mary. you better not be caught puffy eyed and red faced in this house son, 'less you been brawlin'.

anyway if i continue i'd be spoiling that fic i mentioned cuz i do plan on continuing it in some form or fashion eventually. the point of that fic is to pretty much go over what i think happens to eddy to get him to the point that he FIRST realizes and accepts he needs to heal at all, and then can begin the long, non-linear process of restoring what was taken from him by the hands of people who were supposed to love and protect him. that's the only way he'll be able to learn who he is and gradually let that take place of the caricature that was forced upon him.

accepting that he's gay is gonna seem like a breeze once he starts digging in to the real ugly shit. but it absolutely has an affect on his personality both as a kid before he realizes it and going forward as an out and proud adult. if you think he's flamboyant in the show...

but yes, his true personality is still, as you said, cantankerous, boisterous, egomaniacal, etc. perhaps becomes a bit more sophisticated with age lmao. take the way he acts in season one and a dash of season three in there for the best example of what i imagine he might be like on an average day in his adult life.

he'll always deal with anger management issues and depression, he's gonna have days, weeks, months where he's season 5 levels of unhinged. but like we all do, he learns to cope in ways besides bashing his skull into the nearest wall and/or tree. but don't get me started on that.

just as a side note, and not because you implied this or anything, but people who struggle with anger aren't bad people, and anger isn't inherently bad. he has every right to feel the rage he feels imo. i feel like removing those less "desirable" traits from him entirely really detracts from his fantastically complex character.

as far as how he treats the people closest to him go read @gettingfrilly's analysis of eddy and empathy for a much more informed, concise and well worded take than i can provide. my opinion is that it's a struggle for eddy to show kindness and consideration but he will get there in time with the right support. his fear of intimacy and vulnerability is something i hope to touch on in the fic too, so i'll save my ramblings on that topic for a later time.

overall, most of eddy's personality i wouldn't want to change, but it will mature and take on different forms as he gets older. his brashness, his humor (dude is so goddamn funny), his low tolerance for what he considers bullshit, his stupid charm, his ridiculous vanity. they all make him who he is and i wouldn't change them for the world!!

he's not going to get along with everyone and there will be people who simply don't like him, but once his barbs have been sanded down a bit, i think eddy would be really well liked by the people around him whose personalities and interests jell with his. his snark and gallows humor would be easily integrated into the many kitchens and bars he works in, and he'd have no trouble making friends. he's charismatic as all hell, and surprisingly cultured. i feel like people don't give him enough credit for how smart he is, but i see it. his confidence and resilience ensure that he WILL be successful in the things he sets out to do, it's just a matter of time and a little luck.

#look man i think everyone knows by now that i'm incapable of sticking strictly to the question at hand #but i had a lot of fun writing that mini fic at the start there lol and i feel like it's pertinent enough so we're gonna roll with it #thanks for asking and i'll get to the other asks soon #i really appreciate people taking the time to send me stuff i just dont always have time or know what to say at the time 🥴#but i'll try! to my own and everyone else's chagrin #text

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hiiiii idk If you're doing them still but can I get a cod match up? 🫧

Im 21, 5ft3, have bluey/green eyes, im really pale with lots of freckles and I have like a deep ginger/auburn hair color with bleached front strands (they were gonna be bangs but I got nervous about full blown bangs lol).

I typically wear lots of black and alternative styled clothing, but I'm also a huge fan of big sweaters and cozy clothes. I have a lot of little tattoos and several piercings (mainly nostril and navel since I took several others out cause they irritated my skin so much 🫠)

Im a florist at the moment but I'd love to become a tattoo artist so I'm kind of in limbo but outside of work I do art and love painting! I'm also a big fan of nu metal/alternative style music and use most of my paychecks to go to concerts or festivals. If I'm not at a show I'm probably curled up in bed like an oversized housecat, I love a good nap or just to laze around a bit

Thank u again!! I love ur work 💜

-🫧

🤔 I'll pair you with...

Simon "Ghost" Riley 💀

I think Ghost would fall for you

He sees you from time to time

It's almost like a routine for him whenever he's off duty

He sometimes watches you enter/leave the flower shop you work at

Other times he sees you shopping

And you see him as well

Though you didn't seem to mind it

It felt... more safe with him around

He wasn't someone you'd forget

Who else would walk around with a skull face mask/balaclava?

And though you were curious as to why he wore it, it wasnt your business

You both would exchange small waves or some sort of greeting anytime you seen each other

Soon you both knew each other by name

"I'm Y/N. What's yours?"

"Ghost."

"Nice to meet you."

"Mmm"

One time you sent him a small smile and he looked away quickly

That left you wondering if you had bothered him somehow...

There was a day afterward, however, he helped you out with a theif

You and him happened to be in the same aisle, looking at the shelves of food on sale

Ghost saw a suspicious person walking by, and kept an eye on them

He then saw them quickly grab your bag from your cart while you weren't looking

They were sneaky, but he was even sneakier

He went after the theif

Then you turned to find your bag gone

"Hey, where's-"

You didn't finish your sentence because at the end of the aisle there was a commotion

Ghost and someone else wrestling on the ground

Then he came back with your bag in his hand

"Here you are, miss. Bastard tried to run off with it."

"Thank you"

You couldn't help to give him a warm smile

"Yeah..." he softly said and gave a nod, his eyes darting, feeling a bit bashful

If you invited Ghost to a concert, he'd most likely would accept because he wouldn't go if you weren't there

He'd see you have a good time, singing along, cheering, and dancing/swaying to the music

The music was great and all, but he found you to be hypnotizing

🖤

Loves tattoos

I headcanon that he loves tattoos and piercings

As you can see, he's got tats of his own

You show him your artwork, and he agrees with you being a tattoo artist

He knows you'd be very good at it

Over time he would develop feelings for you, as do you

When you both are alone, you tell him how you feel

He's a bit shocked for a moment

But he accepts them, and then tells you he feels the same

#//thanks ;;v;;~♡; yw I hope you like your match ^v^7~♡#ask #request #call of duty matchup #cod matchup #matchup #match up #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod ghost #call of duty ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #iheartchv

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abellaheart-blog · 1 year

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La Squadra x Reader Headcanons

Eating Dessert w/ Their S/o

TagList:

@shxftxng @danielle-marie

If any of you are interested in my JJBA taglist list feel free to comment or message which parts and I'll add you. If you're interested in other fandoms here's a link to my taglist info.

Risotto Nero

He's a sucker for Halloween themed desserts. He'd like cake or cookies.

The reason being he watches what he eats. He'd prefer a slice of cake, cookie or cupcake. One or two doesn't hurt and he doesn't often eat sweets.

Risotto prefers sour or spicy food over sweets.

While taking you out to a bakery he'll order as seen above. He'd prefer to purchase a sweet with skulls or in reds and blacks. Greens, purples, and oranges are acceptable too.

If you order similar sweets he'll secretly find it cute. He's already enjoying the date since you look so excited eating your own order.

Over all he likes the date and will be sure to return for another black and red slice of cake.

Sorbet

His go to are cupcakes. He likes a lot of frosting and cutesy designs the bakeries come up with.

He also enjoys fruit in his baked goods so he'd order desserts with fruit frequently.

It's most likely Gelato couldn't join you two so he'd make the most of it. Wrapping his arm around you, compliments, and any dessert your heart desires.

He likes the atmosphere of bakeries since he finds it relaxing and he loves spending time with you. It's some quality time he doesn't always get with you.

Sorbet also loves seeing you enjoy your dessert. He might comment about the order if it's cutesy like his order. If not he'll simply compliment you about your smile or eyes.

After you're both done you two will most likely get Gelato his favorite dessert.

Gelato

He adores bakery dates so it will be often he takes you to them. More so than Sorbet would

He'd love strawberry shortcakes, cake rolls, or pies but he's fine with any flavors

He is one who would probably order both during the date. One slice of each. He would offer some of his portion to you. He's one to spoil his partner. Probably give you the toppings to his desserts. If you get excited or make a cutesy expression he's a fanboy but he isn't going to show it.

He'd take you to the cutest bakeries or cafes

He'd want to take pictures of you during the date

Will bring a whole pie or cake to go for himself. He'd get Sorbet some cupcakes too.

Prosciutto

This mans taste buds are bitter. He likes his whiskey and black coffee. And occasionally beer or wine.

As far as sweets go he'd prefer macaroons and tiramisu desserts. However they have to be super overpriced or from a really good bakery.

He enjoys taking his beloved on dates. You want to order dessert? He's taking you somewhere nice. Order what pleases you best.

He might make a snarky comment about your order if you're a mafioso. If you sass him back he'd like it but he'll chuckle.

If you're not a mafioso he won't say much unless you happen to wear lipstick. If it gets ruined he'll comment about it and hand you his handkerchief. All while making a note about buying you a better brand.

He'll make light chat but overall he's wanting to hear from you.

Overall it's a good date and he'll let you pick out something you can have later too. Hopefully you don't mind sitting outside for a moment while he smokes

Pesci

Pesci loves cheesecake and fudge

He'd like the cutely decorated stuff with sprinkles or bright colors so he's taking you to cafes or candy stores for a dessert together

He'll take you anywhere you like and get you anything your eyes land on if you really like it

He thinks you look adorable as you eat dessert

He'd blush about it and compliment you

He'd order Macaroons or a coffee dessert for his bro before leaving

Overall a sweet date where he says anything that comes to mind. A good conversationalist during a date 10/10

Ghiaccio

Of course he'd be an ice cream lover. He's taking you on ice cream dates but if you prefer gelato he's fine with them too

He'd love parfaits or milkshakes with different flavors and toppings

He's the type to randomly take you on these dates since he's a tsundere he'd rather drag you to the shop than admitting its a date

He's going to be blushing the entire time as you're enjoying yourself. You look so good looking.

He'll share the toppings with you and smile when you look so happy about them. Gets his heart racing.

He'll get awkward/angry if you compliment or flirt with him. He secretly likes it don't worry

Hand holding is the easiest way for you to express your love to him

Over all he's a cute date

Illuso

Also not a fan of sweets much preferring bitter or savory foods. He does enjoy gelatin. He doesn't have a preference for flavors

He'll take you to places offering both gelatin and other sweets

He would act like it's an honor for him to be taking you out so best to express gratitude

He'll buy the largest gelatin and he's not sharing so better order your own

He might dine and dash bringing you along to his mirror dimension with his stand

Afterwards he's offering to take you to a bar

Formaggio

He's a chocoholic but he also enjoys oreo desserts

Also stingy with his food so you better order your own but he will allow you to order whatever you please

He orders any chocolate lovers dessert and it's going to be a big order too. He doesn't usually indulge so he's not missing such an opportunity.

Doesn't order any dessert to go for himself but he will allow you to do so for yourself if you like

He's hoping he got brownie points and makes it obvious with his flirting. Please flirt back he'll love it

He'll wrap his arm around you flirting and having a good time. Also a good date to have with how extroverted he is. He's a good time 10/10

#la squadra x reader #la squadra headcanons #jjba fluff #risotto x reader #formaggio x reader #ghiaccio x reader #gelato x reader #sorbet x reader #illuso x reader #pesci x reader #prosciutto x reader

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celestialanon · 1 year

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Mc Uses “Daddy” Affectionately

Hello dear readers! Here’s a nice feel good set of scenarios for you! Admittedly, I have a hard time taking the word “daddy” seriously, but I’ve heard it be used affectionately and thought it would be cute with the brothers! So I hope you guys enjoy this one! (I think it will become increasingly obvious I enjoy writing fluff content haha!)

Another thing I want to mention is that I will be leaving requests open for both headcanons and oneshots! If you guys would like to see something, please don’t hesitate to leave a request <3 With that out of the way, have a lovely read!

Lucifer

You were greeted with a familiar sight when you entered Lucifer's room. Hunched over, a hand massaging over his forehead as a pile of papers sat on his desk. Whatever Diavolo had assigned to him this week was surely getting to him, irritation written all over his face.

You walked over and placed a cup of coffee at his desk, gaining his attention. With a small smile, you rubbed at his shoulder. He knew he was doing that thing again where he was letting himself drown in his work, you scooted the coffee closer to him.

"Working hard, or hardly working?" You joked, and he just sighed at your dad like humor. He accepted the coffee, setting his pen down with a frown.

"I know I know, I must pace myself. But I didn't expect Diavolo to have piled so many requests so suddenly." As he sipped at the hot coffee, you moved to massaging at his back, watching his tense figure slowly loosen.

"Aw daddy, you gotta take care of yourself too, y'know?" Your words made him pause, you have called him many names, but not that one. He hummed, choosing not to embarrass you in this moment even though he very much could.

He concluded he quite liked the name you called him. He wanted to tease you, but he held it in. He settled with placing a kiss to your knuckles before you left him. He would surely tease you next time though.

Mammon

Sadly, you had not seen your precious demon since early morning. You were stuck with back to back classes, unable to socialize with most of the brothers really. It left you longing for his attention. That's why you scrambled your way out to the dining area for lunch to look for Mammon, wondering if he too missed you at all.

You spotted him easily among the other demons, chatting away with a few friends. He was probably going on about some wild story that half wasn't true, typical Mammon. Yet, the demons listened to him intently, offering praise. You decided to slip behind him quietly, going to wrap your arms around his shoulders and smiling against his cheek. He flinched in surprise, relieved to find out it was just you.

"Huh? Mc! What you doin here?!" But he was happy you found him, his hand going to clutch at your arm around him. You grinned wide, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

"I missed you daddy, classes were lame. As usual. I needed to see my favorite demon~" You cooed, purposefully teasing him in front of his friends that were now whistling and cheering him on. He went beet red, trying to pry you off him but it was a weak attempt.

"H-Hey! What are ya saying all of a sudden! This couldn't have waited?"

"No way." You give him another kiss, just to shut him up. He may be protesting against you now, but deep down he felt a swell of pride. He was yours, and it's like you were showing that off. In other words, he loved it.

Leviathan

It had been a lazy day of the week where you found yourself once again lounging in Levi's computer chair. He actually had gotten this one especially for you a while back, maximum comfort, you loved him for it. You were currently enjoying a bag of some chips as you watched him play a game you both have recently come to enjoy. It was pretty new, and he was running through the shop to see the available skins.

"This is the one you really liked, right? I'll get it for you! We can wear our new skins together next game!" He grinned widely, watching your eyes lighten up. He did this often, gifting you in game skins and such whenever you liked a certain character. It was just his way of showing you some affection. You reached over to pinch his chin with a thankful smile, a surprise peck on the lips that had him blushing.

"Aww, thanks daddy. I can't way to play with you!" You released his chin, slipping back into your chair and stuffing your face happily. But the poor guy had froze in his spot, replaying what you had just said in his mind over and over. What did you just call him? And why did he sort of like it?? Why was his face burning right now?

"I-I, Uhm-" He wasn't sure how to respond. You looked at him with worry, placing a hand on his knee to sooth him. Didn't you know how weak you made him? How much your words effected him? Maybe you didn't know...

"Is something wrong? You ok?" Your hand lightly shakes his knee, and he just stared down at his controller, eyes fluttering shut in embarrassment. Deep down, he wants you to say it again.

"N-No, it's nothing! Don't worry about it!"

Satan

You forced him to watch the movie Old Yeller. One about a dog and his relationship with a little boy during post civil war times. It was a book he had mentioned he enjoyed, so he was more than happy to join you. And he really thought he had been prepared, but when the dog had to be put down, he found his lips quivering by the end of the movie.

You knew Satan felt deeply, and he seemed to have such a connection to animals. It was a very sweet part of him you adored. When you turned to notice the tears streaming down his face, a hand coming up to cover his lips, you immediately pulled him into your arms. You couldn't help the small chuckle escape you from how innocent it was, he leaned his body into your chest while wiping at his eyes.

"It's ok daddy, it was just a movie. I'm sure the dog had a lot of treats after the shoot." You stroked through his hair, hearing him sniffle against you. He almost didn't even register what you had said, enjoying your comforting arms as you held him. He moved off your chest to look at you with an adorable frown.

"W-What did you call me?" He was shocked, but he didn't hate it. He's just never been called that before. You couldn't help but laugh as you passed him a tissue. He blowed his nose comically, eyes squinting curiously while you smiled at him.

"What's so funny?" He asked, feeling his face get warm. You shrugged innocently, wiping at the few remaining tears on his face. He was an emotional wreck, but he was your emotional wreck.

Asmodeus

Pet names were never uncommon between the two of you. He threw out words like they were for free on a daily basis, you wondered if he managed to forget your real name at some point. You always tried to give him new ones as well, seeing what worked for him and what didn't. That was your current dilemma as you branded the short strands of his hair, smiling as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"These braids look quite pretty on me, don't they Mc?" He was admiring your work, inspecting the colorful pins you had used to hold his hair in place. You pushed a strand of hair out of his face, pinning it back with the rest.

"Daddy, you always look so pretty." You assured him, and a small gasp left his lips. He pondered for a moment. Did he like it? Was it fitting for him? He's heard it before, but this was new coming from you! He pointed to himself with a question.

"Really? Does it work for me?" Oh Asmo, most things worked for you. But he was so used to your sweet nicknames, so this one came as a surprise to him. He was staring at you, and you couldn't help the small blush on your face.

"I think it does. Do you not like it?" You asked, running your fingers through his bangs. He thought about it again, leaning into the touch of your fingers. He finally smiled, a glint in his eye only you could discern.

"I do. Call me it again, Mc."

Beelzebub

It had been a very long workout session for the big guy. He found himself not only doing his own workout routine, but helping his fellow demons work out theirs. They looked up to him like a mentor, and Beel was always happy to be of service to someone. So of course, being the kind guy he was, he helped a few demons get their routine on track.

His large figure slumped through the kitchen, his stomach grumbling could be heard down the halls. His eyes wandered over to your figure, nose following the addicting scent that led him over to you. You looked up at him with a lopsided smile, reaching up to hold his face in your hands.

"Hey daddy, are you hungry? Big workout today?" He hummed softly, his arms ringing around your waist and pulling you closer. He blinked down at you, his face warming up a bit. Every time you used a nickname on him, he felt as if you were spoiling him. This was the same. He whined against your lips, giving you a small kiss in greeting.

"Yeah. They wouldn't leave me alone even though I was so hungry~" You laughed at him, patting his back with a small "there there." You knew he was happy to help even if he complained. Then you moved aside, showing him that you were surprising him with after - workout spaghetti and meatballs.

"You're the beeeest Mc." He pulled you back into his arms, basically clinging to you with all his might. It was a little hard to cook this way, but you could do it!

Belphegor

Waking up the demon was a difficult task, but you never backed down so easily. Even though he just looked too cute... cuddling close to you like that. You started off with light touches, poking at his cheeks and calling his name. He grumbled under his breath, his voice thick with sleep. You smiled as you watched him shift under the covers, trying to move your hand away from his face.

"Come on daddy~ you can wake up now. Classes start soon you know? We don't want Lucifer getting mad again." You cooed to him, your hands moving down to stroke his neck in effort to wake him up. He groaned again, but this time you can see his lips beginning to stretch in a smile. He pulled himself closer to you, burying his face into your chest. You started stroking your hands into his hair.

"I want to hear it again..." You could feel his lips move against your chest, and you stifled your laugh. You rolled your eyes, hugging his head as he decided to hide himself away.

"What? 'Daddy'?" You repeated above him, deciding to tease him further because he refused to get up.

"Nahhh, you're more like a baby. Right, baby Bell. Who's a cute little-" That woke him up. He pushed you off of him with a pout on his lips. You apologized, repeating the name over and over just to get his sudden bratty mood down. That's what happens when you baby the baby!

#obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me x mc #obey me #omswd

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bluepeachstudios · 1 year

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GitS Asks!

Not as much as he does the boys. April's pretty good about having her own fun, she's got a family to go back to, she can separate herself when she needs to. She can handle herself!

Noted 👀 Though I don't read fanfic very often because I'm. Usually too busy writing it. fhgdkjgf I'm already behind on stuff I want to read. I will put it on my List.

Leo's least favorite is math, he finds it boring as all hell. Raph's least favorite is chemistry. He cannot get any of it right for the life of him. He accidentally made mustard gas once and from then on Donnie was paired with him to make sure that didn't happen again. Mikey's is history! He has a hard time just sitting still and listening. Donnie's least favorite is the mystic arts. He thinks it's unnecessary for him, because he doesn't have a mystic weapon.

Ghost just tells them he's going to teach them something today and they pretty much all show up. If they miss a day, he doesn't scold them about it or anything, he just lets them miss it. If they don't understand something because of it later, he can just teach it to them again. Normally they don't miss more than a day at a time, and if they do there's usually something else going on. Ghost is homeschooling them, and it's not like they're going to college. The point is learning, not to make them suffer when they don't feel like it. ;)

Splinter was giving the boys an education! He taught them colors, and alphabets, and how to read, how to clean, how to take care of themselves. Splinter taught them a lot, and Ghost knows that. He's not mad for Splinter focusing on the more practical things and less on the academic side.

Oh yeah he's gonna flip y'all.

"Who?"

Spoilers! Though I am now thinking of that 03 episode during fast forward where they go to the gala and Donnie is wearing a purple suit. Thank you.

Ghost is still kinda active with the homeless community. He doesn't talk to them, or really show himself at all, but he drops off blankets and clothes he finds when scavenging.

Ghost doesn't know about Don stealing from ATMs at the moment! He won't mind it, though. He's not hurting anyone but big banks by doing it.

Oh you think Ghost's self-blame and self-hatred is bad now? NOTHING compared to what it would be if he'd fallen into Rise after experiencing SAINW. He knows what's going to happen to his brothers. He knows he disappeared, and that the world ended because of it. He'd work a lot harder. I don't think he'd pay any attention to the kids, honestly, I think he'd be neck-deep in making a portal, trying everything, retrying it.

Ghost has accepted that he's stuck in his dimension. Donatello would not.

The TECH! It's so much easier to get high-grade metal and supplies in Rise! He can get SO MUCH SHIT! No wonder Donnie can build things so nicely, people dump out nice stuff!

Welcome to ow, I'll be your host-

Spppoiiilerrsssss? I think? Probably???

It does! There was a poll quite a ways back that even asked if Ghost ends up with Leo or with the other boys. He's in Tahiti. ;)

Phantom is far less scarred than Ell. He still has the leather jacket because I feel like he deserves a leather jacket. Ghost doesn't have the scar over his eye because of Phantom. When Ghost disappeared to the Battle Nexus to try and find answers, Phantom immediately started looking for him. Ghost had only meant to go for a day, but was trapped by Big Mama and forced to fight. Phantom found him and pulled him out of there before he ever got the scar.

Some things are universal constants :)

Whether they survive it or not is different.

Oh 03 Donatello is completely destroyed. He blames himself entirely. He works all the time to get his lost brother back. Ell and Spirit don't blame Donny, but Mike does a bit. It's easier to be mad at someone than the universe.

w... what about it....

Bold of you to assume that Ghost isn't going to break that curse

Rise boys are starting to realize their mentor isn't invincible and immortal. Terrifying thing to learn.

Thank you!! Glad you like it!

#asks #gits ask

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jsprnt · 9 months

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Healing Hearts PT.2 | Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

WC: 2.892

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

I am awoken by the blaring sound of my alarm. Why do I always have to wake up when my bed gets so comfy? I groan, fighting the urge to snooze my alarm, checking the time while at it. It's six now, two hours to make this face look like it has seen more than four hours of sleep.

I check my messages before washing up. Walking out to the bathroom to put on my outfit. Some 90's style jeans and a body hugging cropped shirt. Nothing too much, I'll have to wear my scrubs anyway. I make my bed and do some breathing exercises to calm my nerves, meeting new people was still a big challenge for me. I finish eating breakfast and turn on the coffee machine for a nice frothy cup of coffee. Admiring the view behind my window as I sip the last bit of my coffee. The city is not entirely up yet, people still enjoying their last minutes of sleep before going to work or school.

Walking back to my room for the best part of my morning, doing my make up! I apply my base carefully. First day means first impressions, I can't go overboard, not yet. I curl my long lashes, coating them with mascara. Lining my lips with brown liner, some lip balm on top for a subtle look. I take out my jewelry box, grabbing my usual gold necklace. It was custom made, adorning my name, a graduation gift from my mom. I look into the mirror, humming a song in satisfaction as I do my hair. I grab my bag, stuffing it with things I might need throughout the day. Finally, putting on my Nike dunks and leaving my house.

I walk downstairs to my car. Thankfully my dad had arranged for it to be imported from Spain a couple weeks ago, when I accepted this job. My dad had a thing for paying for my things, maybe it was to make up for our strained relationship or something. Either way, I wasn't going to refuse his help, it benefited us both anyways. He'd feel like a present father, and I'd feel like he cared.

I jump into my car, the dashboard lighting up. I run my hands around the steering wheel for some comfort before I hit the road. The leather soft as I trace the Mercedes logo, I loved this baby. My G-class never failed to make me feel like the bad bitch I am. I told you working hard and spending hard had its perks. I turn on the navigation system, hoping it would take me straight to the training grounds without any issues.

I turn on some music, trying to drown out my nerves and thoughts. It was never too early for some Drake. I try to pay special attention to my surroundings, since the more I memorize, the faster I can get used to this route. My navigation system pings as it tells me I've arrived. I scan my surroundings, being greeted by a security post. I drive up to it, turning my music off and rolling my window down.

"Good morning, I'm here for the new physiotherapist job." I flash the security guard a smile, he is an older man, his hair graying slightly. I might as well get friendly since I'll be here almost everyday from today onwards. "Morning to you as well. Could you some show me some sort of identification, please?." I can't help but stare at the man, his scoucer accent making it hard for me to understand right away, I should get used to it quickly. I nod quickly pulling my ID from my wallet. He looks at it, scanning through a list, probably a list of staff? His eyes light up as he, I presume sees my name on the list. "Welcome, Dr. l/n, I'll call up the head coach so he can greet you at the door." He gives me a kind smile, handing me my ID back. "Thank you, I appreciate it." I shove my ID back into my wallet, driving into the training center parking lot as the gates open for me. I park, collecting my bag as I jump out of my car. Though, not before fixing my hair and make up.

I take in my surroundings, so this is what I'll be partially calling home now. I notice some other, what I presume to be staff walk into the training center. I walk in as well, immediately being greeted by the huge Liverpool FC emblem. I hold onto my bag tightly, trying to contain my nerves.

I look to my right, the reception. The woman behind the desk looks up, flashing me a smile as I go up to her, sitting down on the chair in front of her desk.

"Hi, I'm y/n l/n. I'm here for the physiotherapist job." She stares at me for a moment, before typing something on the computer. "Nice to meet you! I'm Clara, welcome to our family. I'll call down our head physio, just a second honey.”

Her response warms my heart as I nod. So far, I think I'll feel quite comfortable here. She picks up the phone, though her expression changes into one of surprise as she looks behind me, over my shoulder. "Oh, he is here already."

My eyes follow hers, being greeted by a man, around his 50's. He walks up to me, extending his hand to me. "Welcome Dr. l/n. I've heard a lot about you, nice to finally see the woman being so highly spoken of by my colleagues." I smile and grab his hand in a firm handshake. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Dr. Woods."

He chuckles, before letting go of my hand. "Let's talk more inside, the boss wants to meet you as well." I turn back towards Clara, mumbling a quick thank you to her, before following Dr. Woods inside the training center. I glance around, it’s is even bigger in real life. I had watched some YouTube video's of the club just to prepare and calm my anxiety, but seeing it in real life was very different. We stop in front of an office, the label reading 'Manager'. I raise my eyebrows in surprise. I'd already be meeting THE Klopp. I rub my hands together trying to get rid of that anxious feeling.

Dr. Woods knocks on the door loudly, the door is opened a couple of seconds later, revealing Klopp.

"Hey, I'm here to introduce our new physiotherapist." The doctor informs. Klopp looks at me, giving me one of his famous smiles. "Right of course, come in." He opens the door wider, we both walk in. He ushers us to sit down on his red sofa's. He sticks out his hand, we shake hands as he introduces himself, with that all too well known German accent. "It's always nice to greet new members of our big family. Welcome, I'm Jürgen Klopp." I introduce myself as well, his eyes light up in recognition as I tell him my name. "I've heard very great things about you Dr. l/n. I'm very happy to see you here."

"No it's an honor for me, this club is amazing and I'm happy to contribute to the team." I reply, my worries and nerves had been washed away just like- that. I just know that this was one of the best decisions I've ever made.

We start chatting about how I've adjusted to living here, my education and my experience before they start asking different questions.

"So that means you speak how many languages?"

Dr. Woods asks curiously.

"Well my native tongues would be Dutch since I was born and raised in The Netherlands and Turkish, since I'm half Turkish. I'm also fluent in English as you can hear." We chuckle. "Though I do speak some Spanish and Catalan since I worked at FC Barcelona for two years, as you know."

"Great so you'll have no problem with speaking to the players huh? Especially our very loved Dutch players." We laugh at Klopps comment. I secretly hope that too.

Our conversation comes to an end as Klopp suggests I meet the players. He checks his watch, before looking at me. "Players will come in any moment now. They'll start with warming up." Dr. Woods chimes in. "It will be a recovery day since the team played a match yesterday as you may have followed."

Oh yeah I did. I watched it just so I could take notes on the players, the draw at the end was kind of disappointing. Though, it was better than losing.

"Right, I did watch it. Just to study a little before I do see the team play in real life."

"You're impressive Doctor, doing homework before even starting to work." Klopp says. "Oh it's nothing really, just prepares me for what I might encounter as I start working here." I dismiss.

We stand up after a short while, Dr. Woods taking me to put on my scrubs. I mentally pray they have pink ones, both of my former clubs did have them. He walks up to a machine, telling me exactly how the scrub dispenser worked. I nod, pressing some buttons before choosing my size. The scrubs are a- dark red? Well, at least they are part of the club colors. Dr. Woods leads me to the woman's staff changing room. I walk and change quickly putting my hair up in a claw clip.

I walk out of the room after putting my stuff in my locker, and installing a code on it. "I'm ready."

I tell him, he looks at my scrubs for a second. "Red looks great on you Dr. l/n, part of the family already." We chuckle before he leads me to the gym.

A sudden wave of nervousness hits me. I had known that the players were very friendly, still I couldn't help but feel like an unsure inexperienced intern again. We walk into the gym, it's big with plenty of space for calisthenic training like, push-ups and burpees. I look around seeing some the worlds best star players. I've worked some of the best football players like Lewandowski and Frenkie de Jong, but this still felt super insane.

I notice Klopp walking in as he calls for the players to gather around to introduce me. I glance around, they all give me a kind smile as Klopp tells them I'll be their new physiotherapist starting this new season, and of course he couldn't help but mention I'm Dutch. "Nice to meet everyone, I look forward to working with you all." I give them a smile, my dimples on full display. Suddenly, one of the players walks up to me, I immediately recognize him, who wouldn't? It's the caption of the team, well of his national team too. Virgil towers over me, sticking out his hand, his tall frame couldn't be compared to what you see on TV or the pitch. "Welcome to our team y/n, or should I call you doctor." He flashes me a beautiful smile, making me shake his hand and smile in respons. "Hi, y/n is fine, it's good to be here." Other players come to greet me as well, not to forget Robertson, who has to crack a joke about another Dutch person joining the club. "You'd think it was planned huh." We laugh and chat for a bit before Klopp redirects the attention back to him.

"Alright everyone, it's recovery day so take it easy and tell our doctors if something's up as they assist you."

Dr. Woods turns to me, telling me to follow his lead as I slowly start getting the gist of how everything works here. I nod at him, watching as he talks to the players about any soreness they're experiencing.

The day progress quickly as lunch time hits, we walk into the canteen. Seems like players and staff eat at the same time just like in Barcelona.

I walk through the the buffet as I'm greeted by Gakpo.

"Dus je bent echt Nederlands?" (So you're actually Dutch?) he asks in Dutch, full of curiosity. "Natuurlijk, geboren en getogen. Net als jij." (Of course born and raised. Just like you.)

He gives me a cute smile before we continue speaking in Dutch as we fill up our plates with healthy and delicious food.

He invites me to sit with the team. I glance at him wondering if it is a good idea. Well I did sit with the players at Barca too. "Are you sure?" I ask. "Yeah, look around players sit with staff at every table." I take a glance around, he was right staff and players were sitting together at every table. Chatting and laughing together. "Okay then, I'll sit with you guys."

He leads me to a table, already occupied by Trent, Virgil, Joel, Andrew and new star transfer Dominik Szoboszlai. "Doctor, very nice of you to sit with us." Virgil chimes in. "Well I couldn't refuse when Cody offered, we're practically already family based on the fact that we're Dutch hm." The table erupts in laughter, as we glance at Cody. "Of course the Dutch lad steals the doctor before we get to know her." Trent teases, his Scouse accent thick. "Where did you work before joining us?" Robbo asks, shoving a spoonful food into his mouth. Everyone at the table turns to me for my answer.

I clear my throat before answering. "I first interned at Ajax, I got a three year contact there after graduating. Then I got offered a position at Barcelona, worked there for two years." They nod in acknowledgement. Before Cody mentions something. "Oh you're the famous pretty doctor?!" I stare at him confused. "What do you mean?" "Well the national team players used to always talk about a pretty doctor working at Ajax." I raise a brow at his words, glancing at Virgil to confirm, since he also is apart of the national team. "Can't lie Doctor, they did talk about a pretty Doctor." I give them an impressed look. "I guess that would be me?" I chuckle.

We chat some more as everyone chimes in, though some of their faces turning confused. "Wait how old are you then?" One of them asks. "Oh I'm twenty-five." I reply. "Wow, you're pretty impressive for someone so young." Joel says. I thank him as we all continue eating and chatting in between bites.

Recovery training had gone by fast. I had gotten much more familiar with team and how they operate. Klopp dismisses everyone, as we all walk back into our designated changing rooms. Though, I'm quickly stopped by Dr. Woods. He tells me he'll make sure someone adds me to the staff group chat, as well as the group chat the entire club is in. We then bid each other goodbye as I enter the female staff changing room. I take a minute to sit down and to take it all in, that really just happend huh.

I change quickly putting my outfit back on and discarding my scrubs into the laundry basket. I do a quick make up refresh and hair fix before I grab my bag and take out my car keys. I walk through the hallways slowly, looking around for things I might have not seen yet. I’m totally in my own world before I hear my name being called. I turn around, I'm greeted by both Trent and Dominik, seems like they had been getting along nicely since Dominik had transferred here.

"Are you going out?" The new star asks. "Yeah, you guys aren't?" I lift a brow at them. I can see small smirks on their faces, they look like schoolboys hiding something. "Oh yes, we're leaving just now." We chat a little before we walk outside, saying goodbye to Clara at the reception. I notice other cars had parked right next to mine. "Bye doctor, we'll see ya tomorrow, right?" The Scoucer says. I nod "See you guys!" They wave before they both get into their respective cars.

I unlock my car, climbing in before closing the door. I place my bag onto the passengers seat, leaning back for a second. First day: survived.

Sadly, my peace is interrupted by a loud car horn. I raise my head and lower my window, it's the car next to me? I squint, it's an English car so I can see who it is from my seat. The person lowers down his windows as well. It's Virgil?

"What's wrong?" I half shout, so he can hear me through the loud engine of his car. "Nothing just wanted your attention." I chuckle, man these football players never got tired of teasing people. I roll my eyes playfully, before starting my car. I wave at him, before driving my car out of the parking slot.

I get home rather quickly, my speakers playing my favorite songs loudly. I enter my house, feeling fulfilled. I throw myself on my couch after washing up. I reflect on the day, the players and staff were amazingly kind. Though, that small interaction with Trent and Dominik was weird, why were they so smirky?

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ieatyourbeauty · 11 months

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I am of my word: Chapter 2 Tuesday

With Monday gone Konig and Wolf have started their seggsfest on a good start Konig has more in store for our little Wolf he sends her a text to go to his apartment what does he have in store? Konig was always a fan of roleplay....

Monday

Konig is red

Wolf is blue

(if u see me im yellow)

Wolf was working on weapons inventory when she got a text from konig.

Konig: meet me at my place I have a gift for you. :)

Wolf rolling her eyes and texting him back.

Wolf: Konig I'm working on inventory I can't do this right now.

Konig: who lost the bet again? meine Liebe :)

Wolf..... Fine I'll meet you there. :/

Wolf goes to his place a nice apartment for someone like him and knocks on the door she could feel her heart pounding in her chest last night with him was good really fucking good so she was anticipating something bigger today. Finally, the door opened, and Konig stood there, looking as handsome and imposing as ever.

Konig: Guten Abend, meine Liebe

He kisses her on the cheek and grabbed her by the hand pulling her inside his place.

Konig: Ready for tonight's adventures Wolf?

Wolf: I'm ready

she said, her voice soft. Konig grinned wickedly, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her inside. Then let's get started,

he said, leading her through the living room and down a hallway towards a door at the end. She wondered what kind of plan he had as they moved closer toward the door in it was his bedroom a king sized bed konig got a costume out of a box and gave it to her.

Konig: put this on.

he hands her a costume....a maid costume complete with a short black dress, white apron, lacy underwear, and black thigh highs . Wolf takes the costume from Konig, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anticipation as she looks it over then looks at him.

Wolf: Um, what exactly is this?

Konig: It's your uniform tonight, We're going to play a little game, you and I ......now put it on.

Wolf hesitates for a moment, feeling unsure about what he's suggesting. But something about the way that he's looking at her makes her feel turned on, like she's part of some exciting secret. She goes to the bathroom and slips off her clothes putting the skimpy maid outfit on. Wolf looked in the mirror the Uniform's skirt was too short almost showing her panties and the cleavage on it was ridiculous it almost showed her nipples. but knowing Konig this was probably part of his plan. When she emerges from the bathroom seeing Konig cross his arms and look at him with a disappointed look on his face.

Konig: you're late this isnt acceptable for your first day.

Wolf feels a jolt of excitement and confusion until she realizes that he's playing along with this little game, and she falls into character as the obedient maid.

Wolf: I'm so sorry, sir. It won't happen again.

she says, trying to sound submissive bowing her head her cleavage showing making Konig's pants just a bit tighter.

Konig: You better make it up to me, meine Liebe, I expect nothing but the best from my employees.

Wolf shudders with desire as he touches her she blushes slightly rubbing her thighs. The thigh highs she's wearing make her legs look good Konig thought.

Wolf: Yes sir, I'll do whatever it takes..

she says, her voice a sultry whisper. Konig grins at her, feeling like he's in control of the situation. He takes her by the hand and leads her over to his bed , where he sits down and motions for her to come closer and sit on the edge.

Konig: Clean my boots maid they're filthy from yesterday's mission.

He says, lifting one foot up and placing it on her lap. Wolf nods obediently, feeling like she's in a dream. She takes his boot and starts scrubbing away with a cloth, making sure to polish every inch until it shines. Konig watches her with pleasure, enjoying the sight of her, tending to his needs.

Konig: You're doing well, meine Liebe but you missed a spot.

Wolf: I did?

Konig leans back on the bed, enjoying the way that Wolf is playing along with his game.

Konig: Right here

he says, pointing to a random spot on his boot.

Konig: You have to use a bit more pressure.

Wolf nods obediently, feeling a sense of excitement as she touches the boot with more force, polishing away until it shines like new.

Wolf: "There, how's that sir?"

she asks, feeling like she's passing some sort of test. Konig grins at her, lifting his foot to inspect the boot.

Konig: Excellent work, maid You may move on to my next task.

he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. Wolf feels a sense of relief and pride, feeling like she's done something right. She wonders what else he has in store for her, curious about where this game is headed.

Wolf: Yes Sir...What will u have me do?

Konig: Well, since you asked so nicely, maid, I want you to give me a massage.

Wolf nods obediently, feeling a sense of excitement as she touches his broad shoulders and starts massaging them. She feels the tension in his muscles, rubbing away until he moans with pleasure.

Konig: That's it, meine Liebe.

he murmurs, feeling his cock starting to stir in his pants. Wolf continues to massage him, enjoying the way that he relaxes under her touch. She feels her own body starting to get aroused, her pussy getting wet hearing his moans.

Wolf: Would you like me to continue, sir?

she asks, her voice low and sultry tone. Konig groans softly, feeling like he's going to lose control at any moment.

Konig: Yes, please Keep going, don't stop.

he says, his voice filled with desire. Wolf smiles to herself, feeling like she's in control of the situation. She keeps massaging him until he's completely relaxed, feeling like she's done a job well done. Konig sits up and turns to face her, his eyes blazing with desire.

Konig: You're doing so well, meine Liebe I have a feeling that this is going to be one hell of a week.

he says, pulling her in for a rough kiss, she blushes from the kiss and looks away.

Wolf: S-sir this wasn't part of the job description..I'm only here to clean sir.

Konig: Oh, but cleaning can take on many forms, You're doing an excellent job so far, but there's still more work to be done.

he says, running a hand through her hair. Wolf feels a jolt of desire shoot through her body as he touches her, feeling like she's completely under his spell. she speaks her voice trembling with anticipation.

Wolf: What do you need me to do now, sir?

Konig: I need you to take off that uniform keep the thigh highs on. I want to see that beautiful body of yours.

He Gestures her to strip down, Wolf hesitates for a moment, feeling exposed and vulnerable without her clothes. But something in Konig's eyes makes her feel safe, like she can trust him completely. She slowly removes the maid uniform, revealing her body underneath. Konig takes in the sight of her, feeling like he's on top of the world.

Konig: You're even more beautiful than I imagined, meine Liebe, I can't wait to make you mine.

he says, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her back onto the bed, she straddles his waist naked on top of him she feels his erection in his pants under her she moves her hand to his clothed cock moving it up and down.

Wolf: sir....I want to make you feel good

Konig: yes liebe its your job

she nods moving down on his crotch unzipping his pants and taking his cock out dripping with precum, wolf had been with other men before but she never seen one as big as konig she moves her hand stroking his dick while she gives the tip a kiss before licking the shaft. Konig groans deeply, feeling a rush of pleasure shoot through his body as Wolf touches him feeling like he's about to explode with desire.

Konig: That's it just like that f-fuck, Work that beautiful mouth of yours on my cock.

Wolf licks and sucks on Konig's cock, using her tongue to trace the veins and suck on the tip. She feels his hands grab her hair, holding her head in place as he thrusts into her mouth, he moans feeling like he's going to come at any moment. Wolf continues to suck on him, feeling like she's in complete control of the situation.

Konig: ah shit I knew you were going to be the perfect maid for me.

Konig says as wolf uses her tongue she smells his musk and that almost makes her cock hungry deepthroating his length then moved to his balls licking and sucking on them they were heavy which made her cunt even wetter.

Wolf: Sir...hah...where would u like to cum on my face, on my tits, in my mouth or in my pussy.

Konig groans deeply, feeling like he's going to explode at any moment.

Konig: Meine Liebe, I want you to take it all, I want you to feel me cumming deep inside of you.

Wolf nods obediently, feeling like she wants nothing more than to feel Konig's hot cum inside of her. She straddles him, positioning his cock at her entrance, slowly lowering herself down onto it. She feels the weight and girth of it stretching her wide, but she keeps going until she has taken him all throwing her head back moaning. "

Konig: Yes, that's it, Ride my cock show me who's boss.

Wolf starts riding him, bouncing up and down on his cock with increasing speed and intensity. She can feel him getting harder and harder inside of her, ready to explode.

Wolf: Cum inside of me sir f-fuck please sir, make me yours

she begs, feeling like she's on the edge of a cliff. Konig groans loudly, feeling like he's about to lose it curing in german.

Konig: Scheiß so gut, verdammte Schlampe ah fuck I'm cumming!

he says, his voice strained. And with that, he explodes inside of her, filling her up with his hot, sticky cum. Wolf moans loudly, feeling like her body is on fire. She grinds down on him, making sure to milk every last drop out of his cock in her pussy. When it's all over, she collapses onto him, breathing heavily feeling like she's in heaven.

Konig: Well done, maid, I think you've earned your keep for today.

Konig says, his voice filled with satisfaction. Wolf nods happily, feeling his cum leak from her pussy when he pulls out. Konigs cock softening on her round ass. Konig runs his fingers through her hair she blushes because of the intimacy shes didnt get this from her previous partners they would hit it or leave but the colonel was....dare she say different. She still acted up her maid role.

Wolf: Sir...would u like me to draw u a bath.

Konig: That would be lovely.....

Konig nods appreciatively still breathing heavily, he says, gesturing for her to go ahead, Wolf smiles obediently. She gets up off the bed, feeling Konig's cum leak down her thighs as she moves. She heads into the bathroom and starts drawing a bath for him, making sure that the water is the perfect temperature, When she's done, she returns to the bedroom and helps Konig up, leading him into the bathroom.

Wolf: Let me help you undress, sir.

she says in a soft voice. She takes off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and toned abs, before moving onto his pants. She pulls them down, revealing his flaccid cock, and sets them aside. he gets in the water its nice and warm he sighs relaxed with the warm water. She almost walks out before he grabs her wrist.

Konig: join me bitte

Wolf hesitates for a moment, feeling shy and self-conscious about joining Konig in the bath. But something in his eyes makes her feel like she's wanted and desired, like he really does want her there with him. She nods slowly taking off her thigh highs, feeling a sense of excitement as she steps into the water with him. The warmth of the water feels like a soothing balm on her skin, and she sinks down into the water with a sigh.

Wolf: This is nice, sir

Konig: it is...I'm glad that you're here with me

Wolf blushes at his words, They continue to soak in the tub, talking about their day. Wolf feels like she's finally found someone who understands her and accepts her for who she is, she is kinda happy on the inside that she lost the bet.

(IM TIRED PLS BUY ME COFFEE or something on my wishlist i dont care.)

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