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kokichi muta…. come to me.
#aki adjacent men#lord…..#he’s so smart n cute we moved on from him too fast#mr pussy pleaser#seraph.announces!
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𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑-𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏
(SMUT/NSFW +18 - Minors DNI)
𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭: Kishibe x f!reader
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: As the main secretary of the tokyo public safety headquarters, you couldn't help but notice Kishibe. the strongest devil hunter of the 1st special division. and the man that soon had you crushing hard on him.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: age gap (Kishibe is 50+, reader is in her 20s or older), kishibe smoking and drinking, degradation (slut etc), slight violence (slapping etc) , breast sucking, Dom/sub dynamics, Master/Daddy Kink.
𝐰𝐜: 1,2k.
He’s probabely in his 50’s…
you thought to yourself as he walked through the main portals of the public safety headquarters.
You’re undeniably hardworking, reliable and good at what you do. or at least good enough to be the head secretary of tokyo‘s public safety branch. Mrs. Makima herself was the one to recommend you to the superiors and then hire you as her personal secretary the in your early years at the institution, and you started progressively earning her trust and respect since.
most of your job consisted of taking care of paperwork, archive sorting and verifying most devil hunters‘ divisions reports, so you weren’t usually in a direct contact with the divisions‘ members. But that didn’t stop you from noticing the 6“4 frame that made appearance at several occasions over the two years of you working there.
You did hear the rumors about him being a ruthless maniac, a pussy pleaser and a enchanting seducer. But he managed to hide it well under his unphased expression and dark gaze. At least to those who didn’t know him.
„is makima at the office?“
a husky, yet warm voice snapped you out of your train of thoughts, as his intimidating silhouette made its way towards you.
„good evening, Mrs Makima left the building around half an hour ago. So I believe she’s done for the day.“
„tch“ He groaned, a slight frustration translated through his gestures. „charging me with all her crappy tasks .“
„I’m sorry for the inconvenience sir.“
„Master.“
You raised your eyes towards him, a little confused at first, looking for a slight explanation. But then it hit you.
„my bad. I apologize for the incovenience. Master.“
an unspoken yet heavy tension floated around as soon as the honorific left your your lips. And you hoped that the heat in your cheeks didn’t become obvious to the sight.
„ya ought to call it a day as well. It’s getting darker outside and there isn’t much protection around the area…“ he advised, flashing a silver flask out of his dark coat.
„thank you for your concern master, but I’ll have to finish all the reports by the end of today‘s shift.“ You said as you kept sorting the documents on the wall-sized bookshelf behind you.
He took a few gulps of what you assumed to be mostly alcohol, as he seated himself on the armchair across from your office.
„you normal civilians take it as a joke. with that fragile body of yours, wouldn’t take a devil more than a minute to take ya down.“ He lighted a cigarette , eyeing the way your body moved before him.
„I myself would take you down in seconds…„ he added in an almost inaudible tone, yet it managed to reach your ears. heart bumping out of nowhere, you quickly turned your back to him, trying to calm your sudden nervousness in the few instants that he couldn’t see your face.
The way he made a mess out of you with a few words, while wearing the most stoic of expressions on his face is insane.
„come to think of it. Aki told me that he left a report for me two days ago.did he hand it to you?„
„y-yes he did. I’ll provide you with it in just a second.“ You stared at the shelves for a brief moment, trying to recall exactly where you placed it. „shit“ you scolded yourself. You placed it too high while you were trying to arrange last weeks‘ documents.
„great. now I’ll have to struggle to get it.„
Standing on your toes wasn’t exactly the most briliant idea you had. As you heard a light chuckle behind you, a few steps approached from you, before you got utterly towered over by him.
Your heart sunk. His scent is intoxicating. the mix of a strong masculine cologne with the hint of alcohol and a distinguishable cigarette odor overwhelmed your senses.
„tiny.“ He whispered as his hand effortlessely landed on the folder.
You couldn’t move for a good minute. His dark eyes darted down at you in an almost pitiful look..
„what are ya acting so flustered for?“
„nothing. it's just that ... you’re a little … intimidating. Master.“
„is that so ?“ two fingers lifted your chin. His gaze dead focused on your lips.
„I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean it in a-„
„shut up“ he cut you off „Your screws will pop if you don’t loosen ‘em a bit…“ his grip fully caged your cheeks. „give it a break.“
His face came closer to yours. His lips felt rough yet so delicious. You couldn’t possibly deny how addictive it was to make out with him. he had you caged between his strong arms, your tongue wrapping around his in the nastiest way. his bitter aroma of alcohol and smoke suddenly melted like an elixir down your throat. you felt like passing out as he whispered right in your ear
„take yer bra off...“
Your hands shaked of pure frustration while you undid your shirt‘s buttons. he wasn't even about to wait for it, plunging his face in the heat of your neck.
„oh master..“ you called for him in a loud sigh. His warm tongue licked over your earlobe before you felt the motion of his lips.
„ call me again.“ the hoarse tone in his voice struck right through your core. you felt so vulnerable as your bare chest was on display before his eyes.
His hand flashed behind your back in a quick gesture, undoing your bra. „oh god, hngh.." the tiny whines of embarassment emmited from you „ what if someone…“
He backed off a few inches from you, a little grin gracing the scar on his cheek „ they’ll see me sucking on your breasts. I don’t mind… “ he brushed it off nonchalantely as he slowly took the garment off your chest, eyes glued on your slightly pebbled nipples, „ ... and if they do, I’ll make sure to crush their skulls.“
You looked at him with doe eyes, only for him to tackle your breasts like a hungry beast. His loud groans and sloppy licks filled the room in obscene sounds, though it was heaven to your ears.
Your hand wandered through his trimmed lower haircut, caressing his neck and shifting to stroke his slightly bearded jawline.
„you’re such a damn pervert. Master.“
You couldn’t believe what you just iterated. You probabely never said this to anyone before. But it felt so good to say it right to his face.
It didn’t cost him more than a slap to put you back into your place though. You knew he tried his best to make it as harmless as he could. So that he wouldn’t accidentally break one of your bones.
„then why would a flower-like lady as yourself agree to have an old bastard take her ass right here, right now ?“
„I like you. Kishibe.“
A brief silence weighed around. You certainly wouldn’t expect any kind of obvious reaction nor emotion from the stone cold man that he was.
„you’re nothing but a young brat. Don’t get yourself into that love stuff.“
„I’m not a brat! you’re the old geezer!“
„you watch that little mouth or else I’ll teach you how to.“ He harshly gripped your jaw, pressing his large fingers on either sides of your face. His breath fanned over your nose, sending mini shivers down your spine.
„open, slut.“
He spat right on your lolled out tongue. and you knew you had to swallow all what he gave you, judging by the way his rough hand squeezed on your poor cheeks.
„I’ll break your little heart. I may die any day…“
PART 2 - coming up.
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TRICK OR TREAT
⁰¹ I don't have regrets or shame. I was extremely horny and thinking abt tartaglia and scary clowns. Best things of the world
⁰² Yes i know that is Ghostface in the picture, I just couldn't find a clown to fit the aesthetic ok
⁰³ tw: dumbification, lots of "sweetie, cutie, slut, bitch", pussy pleaser tartaglia, primal play, mentions of cum and blood, exhibitionism, fucking in the woods, kissing, biting, creampie, lots of cum (I'm disgusting<3). And clowns.
⁰⁴ no beta we die like valorant players
Enjoy <3
You loved Halloween, it's the best part of the year. The screaming of kids, the candy, the ghosts. Even if people called you weird for liking this things.
Truth is, you were always a little weird.
But the best people in the world are.
When you and your friends decided to go to the Halloween Carnival that would take place in town, you were super excited. People scaring you from all sides? Cool costumes and games? You're in. And maybe you liked the idea of being chased by a fake killer clown a little too much? Yes but it wasn't your fault they were... attractive.
Your friends knew it, and they weren't the least bit surprised to see your excitement when they arrived at the Carnival. Between running away from clowns and even trying to kiss some of the "scary" clowns, you and your friends managed to have a lot of fun and even get laughs out of people who were working that night.
You and your friends decided to split up and play some games, between jokes and attempts to eat at some point you ended up losing the group. You just laughed deciding to look for them along the way, looking the costumes, taking pictures do maybe draw latter, and eating candy. You're humming a soft melody of "Scarborough Fair" when a sudden clown emerged in front of you making you scream and laugh.
"Trick or treat cutie?" the muffled voice asked you. He was tall, oh boy he as tall, and he did a good job with his mask, and he was holding a fake axe in hands. 8/10 of a costume.
"You scared the shit out of me!" You laugh, bending your body to take a deep breath. The clown seemed amused by your reaction.
"Usually people start crying out of fear and don't laugh you know?" you just let out a weak laugh in response.
"You'll have to do a better trick to get some reaction out of me y'know?" You laughed and stuck your tongue out as you continued walking.
"So will it be trick cutie?" he asked. For a moment you imagined a hint of second intentions in his voice. But so what if it did? It's Halloween, he looked cool, and walking out of the Carnival with wobbly legs and jaw aching from sucking cock seemed like a good idea.
"Yeah. It's trick for you Mr. Scary Clown." You looked behind, smiling at him. He was fast to catch the invite.
After making sure that he didn't catch wrong vibes, and you were sober and consenting to him (after all he's not a jerk and consent is important). He decided to torture you a little (in the best way possible) while leading you to one of the buildings used to prepare one of the haunted houses. He put his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, giving a nice squeeze in your ass every now and then. You're nervous and smiling like a dummy, and honestly who wouldn't? Along the way he was asking things about you while going up in the building, and you could swear you saw a boner in front of his pants. When you reached the third floor of the building he stoped:
"Here's the thing, were going to play a little game." He said. You nodded, you're so dummy, such a good little bitch Tartaglia thought. "We're going to play hide and seek ok?" He got close, putting his hands on your waist, making small circles, you had barely started and your mouth was already dry.
"You can't go downstairs, unless you want everyone seeing what I'm about to do with you okay cutie? Yeah? Can you promise that?" He humped his crotch on your heat slightly, making you moan a little. "I'm going to count to 10, and you're going to hide ok sweetie? Be a doll for me and do as I say hmm?" You nodded, mind hazy already, he gave your ass another squeeze.
"By the way, you can call me Tartaglia. One... Two..." He started counting, you stupidly looked at the rooms and corridors of the small 5 floor building and started to run towards one of the rooms. Outside the window you could see the colorful lights of the Carnival, and below you could hear screams from the haunted house, you smiled at the thought that while everyone was playing outside you would be playing a dirty game inside the building.
You've finally managed to find a reasonable place to hide, behind a counter in a room. You heard Tartaglia saying that he stopped counting and started hunting you. You heart was racing, and your panties were starting to get soaked with the idea of being hunt like a prey. The anxiety and tension making you more excited than you wanted to admit.
"Cutie~ I can hear you panting~" Tartaglia said laughing, you covered your mouth with a red face. Had he turned you into a bitch in heat with just a few humps and ass squeezes? Damn...
For a moment everything was silent and you almost came out of your hiding place to check if Tartaglia had gotten lost or left you there alone. But a pair of hands appeared in your field of vision and pulled you out while laughed. "Fuck yeah, I've got you" he said and you screamed, laughing with him right after.
"Gotta get my treat now." He said next to you ear, turning you to face the window, leaning on the counter. He gave your ass a slap before start humping again, this time more harder and moaning louder. You started mewling felling his boner between your clothed ass. God he was so big, the way he was holding your waist tightly making you feel things.
He started to take off his pants, lowering them to his legs, and palming his boner in front of you. You imitated him taking off your pants and jacket, lucky you weren't in a costume. Tartaglia lifted his mask enough for his mouth to show and started giving you little kisses, with time you two were kissing like horny teenagers.
He was standing between your legs, lowering his underwear and squeezing your breasts. He seemed to try to hold every part of your body.
"Fuck, you're pretty, can't believe I got you all for myself" he said kissing your and giving your neck and collarbones some hickeys. He let his heavy cock rest against your tummy. You bite your lips while held his dick masturbating him. You felt hot and your mind was cloudy, you wanted to suck his dick really bad.
Tartaglia kissed your neck and took off your bra licking and sucking your nipples while looking at you. He was in his own Wonderland. He took of his mask, revealing that even under the mask he wore clown makeup, which was now slightly melted, giving him a chaotic look. He was so pretty. With blue eyes scanning your state: panting, in messy clothes, and breasts inviting him once more.
"Fuck" he said, going back to your nipples closing his eyes sucking and biting like he want to milk your breasts. He humped again rubbing his dick in you clit making you moan loudly and spread your legs. Your fingers twitched in pleasure as he lowered his mouth further and further.
"Can I lick your pussy Sweetie?" He asked nicely patting your belly. You nodded of course you nodded, smiling stupidly. He kissed your pussy, grateful and you're gone, moaning like his little bitch. Tartaglia sucked and licked you as if his life depended on it, his hands held your thighs steady, and even though you closed around him he smiled and rolled his eyes in pleasure like he was tasting ambrosia. The wet sounds of his mouth and you mixed with the excitement outside made your head full.
You rocked your hips against his face and Tartaglia started seeing stars, sucking you while one hand was on his own cock, moaning from both pleasures. He wanted to go on, he wanted to taste you. He hunted you and now he would eat you out and taste everything you had to give him. You were his prey, he was the hunter.
"Ta-Tartaglia-ah! I'm gonna... I'm" you tried to alert him, but oh boy he was long gone between your folds. Sinking his head deeper and his tongue even deeper into you, Tartaglia drank your juices as you squirted into his mouth. The sounds he made as he licked and sucked what was left of you were so obscene that they will haunt you for months. You on the other hand were a mess, your body vibrating and wet with sweat, panting like you'd run a marathon.
When Tartaglia finally left your poor cunt alone, he rose to kiss you, who responded happily, already limp after cumming so intensely. Without giving much time to you for recover, he started to overstimulate your pussy, rubbing his dick on your clit.
"Open your mouth" You obeyed, opening as he commanded. He stuck two fingers inside your mouth and after you had sucked them long enough, he put them inside your pussy. Your legs opened up giving him more room so his fingers could go in and out, like pistons inside your hole. You held his arm giving him little cries while he prepared and coaxed you.
"Shhhh, it's ok doll, you need to be nice and wet for me ok? So I can fuck this pretty little pussy." He slapped your cunt, making you jump. "I think you're ready" He said opening your folds and spitting, using his tongue to lick your clit. Tartaglia held his cock in front of your entrance, the head of his dick was red, like he was angry. It's not a surprise since he was holding back his cum so he could make a mess on you. He put the head inside you slowly, the rest going in without difficulty since you're so wet.
"Ffuck yeah..." He threw back his head. Hissing and moaning. You were so tiny, so hot inside. Your gummy walls gripping his dick like a vice. He wanted to cum already, paint you with thick ropes of hot cum and breed you. God this was already the best halloween for him.
The fact that you were so welcoming to him was the best, your silly face already dumb just for having your pussy eaten by him, god the things he wanted to do with you.
He started to move, going slow just to hear you breaking little by little, moaning like a little bitch on his cock. He held you putting your legs around his waist and started moving your hips faster, making you hold on to him to stay steady. Fucking you raw and in a fast pace, you could feel his cock kissing your cervix. Going deep inside you.
You were so warm, he couldn't stop, he don't wanted to. Tartaglia wanted to keep going on and on and on marking you as his. He had a smile into his face, completely drunk on your pussy. Already addicted into fucking you.
Going back to the counter he made you face the Carnival, pulling your hair while going balls deep into your warmth. Your eyes rolling back to your skull, your voice hoarse from moaning too much. One of his hands going to your clit, making small circles, causing you to hold the counter. The skin on skin noise going more and more fast, Tartaglia was on the verge of tears after holding his cum for so long. And you were cumming again, making Tartaglia hiss felling your insides getting more tight, almost milking his cock, you were already crying of overstimulation.
"You're so so tight doll! Yeah, so tight. I'm gonna make a mess inside you. Take it all like a good little slut hmm? Be a cutie and take all my cum f-fuck yeah!" He shouted, still going in and out while cumming inside your poor little pussy. His cum was thick and hot, making you feel more wobbly, your legs giving up, but Tartaglia was fast to catch you before your fall.
"There you go..." He said, panting. Sitting on the ground with you on his arms. You were fucked silly, saying incoherent words and holding him, with lazy expression. He gave you time to recover this time. And after a little nap you could talk like a functional adult again.
"Your friends called you, i answered saying that you're ok, gave my number and sent a picture of my ID card, they're sweet for taking good care of you." He said, holding your face. You laughed. "Yeah they do that."
"Wanna go to my place? We can eat something and sleep. I pay your Uber tomorrow, how about that?" He offered. You nodded "It's ok for me. But you'll need to carry me, because I think I can't walk anymore." You laughed and he just cover his face in shame. For someone with a sharp tongue, he was cute.
It was a good Halloween indeed.
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Just watched top gun maverick…… and whooo Chile. Any fics for any of them and a poc or black reader?
You know it! @leahnicole1219
TOP GUN FANFICITON (!black reader or !poc reader)
BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW
"you know what i need in my life is to run and jump iinto bradley bradshaws arms to kiss him like he's gets back imma sprint"- @inkdrinkerworld
"he met me in my im going to stay single phase & now i'm obsessed with him (!au)- @deanscroissant
hit the hard deck series- @purplelily247
crush (bradley x black!oc), good wife (x!blackoc)- @dulcewrites/@dulcelibra
"he puts on such a hard front but he's a total pleaser in the bedroom. he'll go all out if you're having a hard day and not ask for anything in return, no matter how much you insist it'll make you feel even better, the rooster and i series- @princessphilly
LT JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN
call me jake series, watermelon sugar, hangman is secretly possessive and loves leaving marks everywhere he can especially if he sees someone else flirting with his girl, Can I request a soft moment between Hangman and the girl he is seeing?, thinking about calling him daddy for the first time. Like, it just slips when you’re begging him to touch or fuck you and the man goes feral., ohhhhh Hangman finally getting with the girl of his dreams but she’s not convinced he actually likes her because she’s heavier and he’s carved like a greek statue, so he spends the night proving to her just how much he’s attracted to her, i know you wanted smutty but I’ve been feeling really blah lately so if you could hit me with some humor fluff maybe slight smut? With rbf reader who is blunt saying 10) “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.” To hangman while playing pool just completely shocking him, going off the thought that Hangman has a classic sailor pinup on his thigh... Could we please have some Hangman tattoo worship please?- @princessphilly
mrs. seresin- @afictionalwhor3
jake's love language, cowboy's date with a georgian (xblack!oc), wet dreams, texas roadhouse, jade, alien storytime (another world series) - @entertainmentgirl80
"hello hello my love <3 I thought maybe I could request something where reader has never really been comforted when crying throughout her life but one time Jake walks in on her crying and just comforts her. She doesn’t expect that and it’s all just a bunch of fluff! I love your writing so much thank you for putting your work out for people to enjoy <3- @inkdrinkerworld
you're pretty, so happening, you're alive, trip to the bahamas no fuck that series- @itsthestutterforme
LT RUBEN "PAYBACK" FITCH
"we neverrrr talk about Payback. Tell me about what happens when Reuben takes a girl out on their first date. Since I'm feeling all mushy."- @princessphilly
LT JAVY "COYOTE" MACHADO
"just wanna share sime little thots on Javy but damn does that man look like he gives such good head. He's reserved but when its behing closed doors that mouth can do anything you want ((but you'll have to ask niceky first)) 🥴", "thots on Coyote and pussy worship?"- @princessphilly
daylight, pie, cancelled flights and beignets- @siempre-bucky
if it's worth your time series, promise this ain't a test, i did what i had to do, for better days, how sweet it is...- @coyotesamachado
flight scare- @words-4u
pie- @siempre-bucky
LT BILLY "FRITZ" AVALONE
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LT MICKEY "FANBOY" GARCIA
what happens when mickey grows his hair out... - @siempre-bucky
take me by the heart, take me by the hand- @rae-gar-targaryen
warped series (with jake seresin)- @anjaelle
ROBERT "BOB" FLOYD
sundress season, bob is a freak in the bedroom, good girls do, bob and his good girl's wedding night, "anything you got for rooster i'll take it...literally anything but like him on the beach playing touch football" - @princessphilly
white christmas (spy/the americans au)- @dulcewrites
morning showers, koko's and bobby's sexy time, koko's insecurities, expecting again koko's & bobby's special day, koko's special valentine's, - @entertainmentgirl80
the new girl, i think you're cute- @ladyelissarose
might be an understatement- @friendlyneighborhoodchaosdemon
***LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY !BLACK READER OR !POC READER FIC WITH THESE CHARACTERS HIT MY LINE!!!***
#the bp plug#bp librarian at your service#let's chat#sip tea#talk fanfiction#talk top gun: maverick fanfiction#talk top gun fanfiction#top gun: maverick fanfiction#leahnicole1219
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ITTO - DATING APP HCS
WARNING: SMUT
PAIRING: ITTO X FEM READER
Where do I even begin here? Ugh, lol. Raunchy sex, lots of crack and Itto being head over heels with his Little Bumble Bee. I will just say I might be ashamed of some of the things I wrote here xD
“Plot thicker than Itto’s cock” - review courtesy of my lovely beta reader
Hypothetically speaking, how hard can it be to find a handsome but cute guy with the physique of a bodybuilder and a cock bigger than your dreams? Turns out, not that difficult at all. Especially if you aren’t particularly fussy about his intelligence level. You don’t need another Mr Smarty-Pants with a genius IQ score. Archons forbid. You have had enough of men like these. All you are hoping for right now is a good fuck. A good old pussy pleaser with a charming face to sit on.
And that is when you swipe right, drooling not too respectfully at the sight of an Oni. An Oni going by the name of Itto, sitting a bit too proudly in his jet-black, too-tight, look-at-my-enormous-dick leather pants on his equally big and just as a black motorcycle.
The smile on his face is promiscuous, too obvious to mistake it for anything else than ‘I will ruin your pussy’ promise hidden behind the upward curve of his lips. BINGO. That’s exactly what you are looking for!
HOLY SHIT! It is a match too!
You assumed it would be more trying of an experience than that. What should you do? Hit him up? Sure, you are looking for a fuck buddy, but you still need to be a little bit..., how do they call it? Hard-to-get? Yeah, yeah. That’s it. This is what you read on the Internet after you had been dumped by your ex - ‘flirt with them, but play hard to get.' Men love the chase. You wish you had googled that before your previous relationship went up in flames together with the last shreds of your dignity. NO MORE HEARTBREAKS. You don’t need men. You just want their cocks.
DING-DING
The phone buzzes, interfering with your moment of eye-opening revelation.
From: Arataki Itto
Hey, bbby gorilla. I bet you smiled when you saw my name pop up on the screen just now :D
You re-read the message a couple of times, thinking that maybe you were too generous about the ‘doesn’t have to be that intelligent’ rule. Haven’t you seen something similar on the Internet already? You know auto-correct can be cruel, but this should be classified as straight-up meme material.
From: Arataki Itto
Baby grill*, sorry!
Should you take screenshots? Your friends would have a field day mocking you and your first failed attempt at finding a hookup. Hey, let’s give him a chance. Maybe, just maybe, it won’t be that bad.
From: Arataki Itto
Dayum, man, this shit is wild. Ignore that, yeah? So, whassup, Sweetie? Can’t believe I fished out such a pretty little thing. Look at you, fancy rags you are sporting there. Isn’t it uncomfortable to wear it every day?
You could be asking him the same thing. His dick cannot be happy, begging for more room in his male-hooker trousers.
To: Arataki Itto
Are you referring to my clothes? It is called a suit. I wear it to work.
You realise that you sound more condescending than it would be generally acceptable, considering the fact that you really want to bounce on that dick sometime soon. Itto doesn’t seem to pick up on it, though?
From: Arataki Itto
WOah, Dude. Are you some kind of businesswoman?
Yeah, he totally did not get it. He is the most oblivious person in the whole Teyvat. No doubt. You are still counting on a good dick, though.
To: Arataki Itto
Yeah, you might say so. I run my own company.
You don’t want to reveal too much. You are not looking for a hand-in-marriage, duh. He doesn’t necessarily need to know how rich you are. Well, probably he will discover sooner or later, but that’s just not important now. You have a clear goal in mind. After a year of life resembling that of nuns, you really need to let off some steam.
From: Arataki Itto
NO SHIT! That’s so cool, man! I don’t really know much about that. But, I am also someone you might call a big shot, like yourself. Wanna know what I do? :D
You snort out loud, grateful to Archons that you didn’t get to exchange messages with this big dumb-dumb during one of your business meetings.
To: Arataki Itto
Well, let me guess. You are a fearless gang leader and a multiple champion of bug fights? :)
You hit the send button, fully expecting him to tease you back.
From: Arataki Itto
Holy shieet, no way? How did you know? You important people really have your way with things, don’t you? Sweetie, you are a keeper.
The sip of coffee you took ended up jetting out of your face, splashing on the documents and your desk.
To: Arataki Itto
No, Itto. I just read your profile info?
There is a longer period of silence in which you deal with the mess of your soaked papers while all cogs in Itto’s brain come to a screeching halt.
From: Arataki Itto
Sure, I was just fooling with you, Babe. You are a sharp one, though. Cool. Anyways, Sweets, fancy meeting me soon???
Yeah. For some inexplicable reason, you send him a short ‘yes’ answer before your common sense can convince you otherwise.
Itto is a simple guy. He has never been one for these extravagant restaurants, with menus full of names he could not even read, let alone know what they are. This is not ‘his style’ - he would remark to one of his gang members when they reasoned that maybe he should reconsider the plan for your very first date that his Oni brain had masterfully concocted.
„Listen, here, I know what I am doing, yeah? Such cute little bumblebees like her need a real man, not some old fuddy-duddy snobs. My pockets may not be full of mora, but I am a creative fella. These stuck-up buffoons could never! They simply ain’t no match for me, got it?”
Itto gave a truthful answer, fully believing in every word he said.
Thus, he waited no further, asking you out on a date at your earliest convenience, which turns out to be today’s evening. The handsome Oni promised to pick you up at 8. To your surprise and dismay, approximately ten minutes before the appointed time, you hear some idiot yelling outside the apartment block. It is getting increasingly louder and more annoying as in addition to these screams equalling the tenacity of a slaughtered boar, there is a deafening sound of a horn that keeps blasting, and it simply won’t stop.
What a nuisance! Your hand twitches; and you would almost mess up the eyeliner if not for the years of experience in the said activity. Ahh! If only you had left work earlier, you wouldn’t be running late to your first-in-ages fucking session with the hottest Oni in the entire Teyvat. This obnoxiously loud moron will not ruin your perfect make-up for tonight’s long-awaited rendezvous.
„Shut the hell up, you twat!
You stick your head out of the open window and let the guy know what you think about his shenanigans. Everything goes silent, and bless the Archons; you are allowed to finish your make-up in peace before receiving the call from the receptionist.
„Mrs Y/N, I’m very sorry to disturb you, but there is a..., erm, questionable-looking young gentleman in the lobby, claiming that he supposedly has a meeting with you tonight. He forgot the room number, doesn’t have his guest pass and is..., Very rowdy, to say the least. He was making a lot of noise in front of the building just now. Would you like me to maybe, uh, get rid of him?”
A few seconds pass in complete silence before you clear your throat and croak out a quiet ‘I’m coming downstairs’ answer. The receptionist was still very supportive and informed you that he could take care of things himself. You really didn’t have it in you to confess that this ‘questionable-looking young gentleman’ is your date for tonight.
You hurriedly exit the lobby, avoiding eye contact with the discombobulated staff. You hold your head high, and your mouth sets into a grim line when you halt in front of the smirking Oni, leaning smugly against the motorcycle.
„Hey, Sweets. Thought I’d have to climb the damn building to get you out of your birdcage. These dudes here are worse than Kujou Sara’s flunkies.”
Itto roars, laughing so hard at his own joke that you think you are going to die from second-hand embarrassment. Is stupidity contagious? Because if the answer is positive, then maybe you shouldn’t risk so much just for a good round of sex.
„H-Hi, Itto.”
You stutter out a stiff greeting, barely, barely, managing to convince your eyes to rest on his face rather than on the Oni’s bulging penis. Ok, he might be an idiot, but he sure is an eye-candy too.
„Dayum, man, you are such a heartthrob. How are you even single? You must be having a hard time with all of these sleazeballs hitting on you, don’t ya?
Itto praises, having no reservations to ogle your body from head to toe as he takes a step forward, and BOOM, suddenly his lips are brushing over your cheek. It is haste and innocent, but the skin caressed by his soft lips starts to burn, blossoming with a rosy colour. He withdraws unexpectedly, but your nose catches a whiff of his scent - a musky, smooth aroma. It is such an invitingly warm but not too overpowering cologne. It has this slight sweetness on top of it all, with some notes of cashmere and anise that come through first, catching you by surprise at how soothing yet powerful the Oni’s fragrance is. If you had to close your eyes, the first image that would come to your mind would be that of a ‘man’. The realest man. Your pussy throbs in excitement.
„I’ve been doing just fine, thank you.”
You respond awkwardly through the dryness of your throat. Itto flashes his teeth, rubbing at the back of his neck to subdue the sudden wave of shyness that hit him out of nowhere. What is he supposed to say now? It is just not fair for you to be so breathtakingly gorgeous. The over-grown Oni fails to understand how and why he managed to talk you into this meeting.
„You smell good.”
WOAH. All the possible things you could have said, and yet your mouth babbles out one of these observations you would rather not divulge at a first meeting. Well, at least you did not tell him how delicious his cock looks in these whorish trousers. The glass is always half full, as they say.
„Ya think?”
Itto stands there, equally jarred by the boldness of your comment, making eyes at you that leave your throat considerably drier than before. It seems that it was all he needed to come back to his ‘big oni & small brain’ attitude. You didn’t suppose it would come to this, but you actually feel relieved.
„Daww, you flatter me!”
The Oni coos at you, leaning closer, back into your personal space bubble. Crimson red eyes with a fascinating yellow gradient gaze upon you from above. The height difference leaves you dizzy with vertigo. Or maybe it is his ultra-masculine smell that muddles you up? Probably both.
„You sure make my mouth water as well, you petite Bumble Bee.”
Itto’s eyes light up, and they turn narrower with how much he is smiling at you right now.
„So, so small and cute. I bet I could fit you into my pocket, Sweets. The big Oni and his fun-size Bumble Bee. Isn’t that just supercool?!”
Your eye twitches and you are unsure if the not so well-versed Oni wanted to insult or compliment you, but you are still somehow willing to humour him. There is something about him that makes you want to rub your thighs together, irrespective of his intellectual capacity of a peanut. That is actually quite endearing if you were to admit the truth. The towering over you muscle-pig makes some animated movements with his jumbo-big hands, appearing more excited than a kid in the candy shop. Your longing eyes cling onto Itto’s massive palms, giving you all the wrong ideas that could lead to all the positive outcomes.
„Yeah. Super-duper-cool, Itto!”
You tease, but obviously, the red-eyed hottie wouldn’t savvy the laced with sarcasm words even if he used the long dusted in his brain wires.
„High-Five, man!”
He shouts, lifting his arm. Not too high though so that you can comfortably reciprocate the bonding gesture. And you do, flaunting a crooked smile and eyes that stare blankly at Itto’s XXXXL chest. Where does he buy his clothes? Your study the leather jacket - a perfect match for his skin-tight leather pants, underneath which you see a white tank-top. Yeah. 10/10 male hooker outfit confirmed.
„Well, and guess what, Sweets! It is your lucky day! Would you be able to tell why?”
Itto rubs his hands with joy, waiting eagerly for your answer.
„Oh, no. Please, enlighten me..., you biiiiiig Oni Boy.”
He is thrown off guard again, attempting to hide the rushing to his cheeks heat by a roar of laughter that comes from the deepest depths of the Oni’s belly.
„He he he, you learn fast, Bumble Bee. ”
Itto acknowledges the use of the pet name that he consciously (or not) chose for himself a minute prior. He tries not to ponder on how well it sounds rolling off your tongue. Perhaps, it wasn’t a good idea to call himself that way.
„I’m taking you to the bug fights!”
Your eyes widen. However, not because you feel ‘lucky’ as stated by the big-tiddied man.
„B-Bug fights?”
Parroting Itto is the best you can do, as you experience a temporary lack of grey matter in your brain. His lack of intelligence has already started rubbing off on you.
„Heck, yeah, Bumble Bee! Authentic BUG FIGHTS! Can you believe it? I’m taking you there on my turbo fast baby too!”
Regardless of his enthusiasm, your face twists into yet another pitiful expression when Itto points to the monstrous motorcycle behind him.
„Not to spoil your plan, Itto, but, um, I-I don’t think I’m dressed for the occasion.”
You peer at him, hoping to wiggle your butt out of this predicament. The Oni regards you with his empty-looking eyes. He worries at his bottom lip, a tell-tale sign of him thinking long and haarddd about how to save the night.
„Uh, how about you come upstairs? We could jus---,”
Itto claps his hands together, destroying your plan to lure him into your apartment and jump on his dick.
„Hey, don’t ya worry your pretty head about it, Bumble Bee! Itto will always come up with the best solutions.”
The red-eyed Oni shimmies out of his leather jacket and sinks to his knees. Wooah, wait a minute? What’s going on? Your eyes shoot to the entrance, where you spot a confused receptionist. He is looking at you with a ‘blink twice if you need my help’ message written across his face.
„Grab my shoulders. I will cover you up with my jacket so we can hike that skirt up.”
You gasp for air like a fish out of water.
„E-Excuse me?!”
Itto swathes your buttocks with the garment, tying the sleeves together to secure the jacket on your hips.
„It’s all fine, Sweets. I’ll help ya! Just hold onto me nice and tight! Your peach is safe with me.”
His big Oni hands grab the flimsy skirt and push it higher and higher up your thighs, almost revealing your panties! Your body sways as if you were fighting for life on a rocked by the storm boat. The man has no control over his strength!
„Itto, n-no!”
„Easy, easy. I’m a gentleman.”
Wanting to prove his words, the handsome Oni closes his eyes, further roaming his hands over your exposed skin. You clutch onto his muscular back when Itto continues the uneven battle with the skirt. You really don’t want to focus on how hot and soft his palms feel against the delicate skin of your thighs, but you lose this time as well, succumbing a little deeper into lust.
„And all done!”
Itto grins proudly when he juts his chin up to look at your flushed face.
„Let’s go, Bumble Bee. We are running late.”
His gigantic hand swallows yours as the deliriously happy big boy leads you towards the vehicle.
Your first date turned out to be everything but you screaming in pleasure while struggling to take Itto’s oni dick. The hook-up ended without a hook-up as you were dragged to the ‘Bug Fights Arena’ - quoting the ecstatic Itto, which in reality was nothing short of a few make-shift stone platforms with a variety of Onikabutos performing some wild martial-art moves. Itto could not stop babbling about these yucky-looking insects, passionately holding your hand through the entire duration of the duels you were (un)lucky to witness. Unable to contain the bottling inside emotions, it happened that Itto squeezed you too hard. You had to remind him that he was still holding your hand and that it would be nice if he could stop squashing it to a pulp. The oblivious Oni apologised profusely and lifted the palm to his lips to pepper-kiss the skin, only to almost cut off your blood flow a few moments later when he again forgot about how strong he is.
He bought you popcorn and your favourite Tricolour Dango. The handsome Oni was feeding you with the chopsticks, every now and then passing you the extra large boba tea that you both shared. Indirect kiss? Pretty much, yeah. Neither of you seemed to mind. Itto wiped you clean with his thumb whenever he missed your mouth because of how much he was focusing on these stupid bug fights.
„Ah, sorry, Bumble Bee, my bad. Here, lemme fix that for ya.”
Itto’s crimson pupils were glued to your lips as he was wiping the sweet sugar powder.
„Why do you call me this way?”
You queried, blushing slightly when he licked the sticky powder off his thumb. You two seemed to grow comfortable with one another in a remarkably short time.
„Huh?”
Itto mused, shifting his eyes back to you.
„Why is it, Bumble Bee?”
Itto smirked impishly.
„It is simple, Sweets. I love all the bugs...,”
He inched closer, his lips halting right next to your ear.
„...and bumblebees are the fluffiest and thickest of them all.”
You could have sworn the Oni deliberately let out a warm puff of air to watch you shiver and squirm in your seat.
„Very sexy, just like you and easily my favourite out of all these tiny creatures.”
He whispered, chuckling playfully when you craned your neck to peer at him with a raised eyebrow.
„Excuse me, but I’ve never been compared to a yucky bug. Was that a compliment?”
Itto guffawed like a big dummy, scooping you closer to himself with his large oni forelimb. His finger poked your nose, which further threw you off balance.
„You see? That’s what I’m talking about. The sexiest and cutest little Queen of all the bees.”
You didn’t ask him to elucidate what he meant by it, but you would be a liar if you didn’t admit that it felt nice to know that at least in Itto’s eyes, you are the juiciest bee in the entire hive.
From: Big Boi Itto
Hey Bumble Bee, hope your day is as nice as your butt :)
Despite the lack of any activities that would fall into the broad category of SEXUAL; your friendship with the Oni doesn’t appear to lose its momentum. In fact, the big dum dum - aka infamous Arataki Itto doesn’t cut you any slack, stubbornly yet steadily heading straight for your heart.
The message you read out during one of these most boring office meetings is a prime example of how well he has been faring. You can’t do much about the silly smile that creeps on your face at yet another Itto’s cheesy pick-up line.
To: Big Boi Itto
Hey, Big Boy <3 Unfortunately, I’m stuck in a meeting. It’s so dull. You have no idea :(
It is hard to believe, but you catch yourself missing the company of the scatterbrained handsome oni idiot. You sigh, a little bit heartsick? The guy delivering the presentation averts your bored and annoyed-looking eyes, spitting out facts and numbers like a robot. Normally, you would be very interested in what he has to say, it is your company, after all. Yet, today you can’t stop daydreaming and getting distracted.
From: Big Boi Itto
Shit, trapped in the same room with a few stuffed shirts? Ugh. My poor little Bumble Bee, you must be bored out of your mind! I can come and kidnap you if you want :D
Another round of giggles threatens to escape your mouth, and you have to hide behind the documents to remain professional. Yeah, these guys sure are a bunch of stuffed shirts. Itto is not mistaken. They all but pale in comparison to Itto’s charismatic personality.
To: Big Boi Itto
I wish. I really wish I could! How about meeting me in the evening?
You send the hit button and start wondering, is it still only about sex? You prefer not to think about it too much, afraid to arrive at answers that would be too hard to accept.
From: Big Boi Itto
Oh, yes, girl! Thought you would never ask, Bumble Bee *smirks* I have something I want to show you tonight, so I’m taking you to my place. I can send you a little sneak peek :D
To: Big Boi Itto
BRING IT ON <3
You respond in a heartbeat, relieved to be entertained by the one-of-a-kind Arataki Itto - the funny but a tad too silly PRO comedian.
From: Big Boi Itto
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Look at that big boy. Impressive, huh?
You download the image and immediately have to cover the gaping in utter shock mouth to muffle the scream bubbling in your throat. A deep red flush raises to your cheeks and spreads lower, much much lower, making it feel like your stomach basically sank to your knees. You are staring at the ONI’S DICK. At the gargantuan piece of Itto’s erected flesh that urgently begs to be swallowed by your pussy right this instant.
„Continue without me.”
You choke out a feeble sounding command that fills the room with awkward silence and stupefied eyes that stick to your face like stink on shit.
You don’t suppose you have ever been in such a desperate need for a moment of privacy in one of the company’s bathroom stalls when you slam the door shut and desperately reach for the throbbing pussy to stuff it full of your fingers.
Itto’s dick pic.
And nothing else matters to you now.
How did it all come to this? Your forehead creases the longer you look at the KO’ed Oni, lying like a lifeless log in his bed. The second date also did not progress the way you had thought it would. First of all, how could you have known that a man of Itto’s size could be knocked out by a little bit of chocolate cake? You feel like bawling your eyes out, blaming yourself for the current state of affairs. You move closer to the suffering man, evenly spreading the duvet over Itto’s large body. Your thoughts spiral obsessively, over and over again replaying the events of tonight’s meeting that led to the Oni’s inevitable demise.
1. Out of politeness, as you stubbornly convinced yourself to believe, you came up with the brightest idea to surprise the Oni with a homemade chocolate cake. Sure, many would deem it stupid and unnecessary, especially that he was only meant to become your booty call. However, you could not fight the ‘I-want-to-be-a-good-girlfriend’ whispers at the back of your head.
2. You whipped up the most delicious, flinger-licking good chocolate cake and arrived at his doorstep before the appointed time, with the image of his gigantic Oni cock forever etched in your memory.
3. The conversation flew naturally, without any hitches or awkward pauses that could have been caused by the shockingly nice, however still very unexpected dick pic.
4. Itto was very happy to taste the sweet treat, stuffing his belly full until you practically saw the bottom of the baking pan and there were no crumbs left.
5. He was eating and eating, showing you his collection of bugs that live happily in the glass houses that Itto had built himself.
„W-Wait, wait, Itto. What photo are you talking about?”
„The snap I sent you today.”
„But you didn’t send me any bugs? You send me your-”
OH FUCK.
„Now, you see that big boy, Baby? Yeah, I’m so proud of him. The biggest and strongest Onikabuto that I’ve laid my hands on. It looks even bigger in reality than in that photo I sent you, right? A real monster!”
6. The realisation hit you precisely the moment Itto’s soy bean allergy kicked in for good, resulting in him almost fainting and getting all delirious and incoherent. The only thing you managed to piece together from itto’s incomprehensible noises was that it must have been triggered by the soy milk, which you had used to prepare the chocolate cake.
7. The grand finale? You had to call your family doctor, who rushed to the Oni’s house with the allergy shots. The poor Oni fell asleep like a baby and hasn’t moved an inch since he got poisoned.
Up until now.
Grunts, pants and whines.
Itto’s eyes groggily crack open, right away landing on your tense facial features.
„Itto? H-How do you feel? Are you ok?”
The Oni blinks a few times, noticing your small hands wrapped securely around his larger one. He grins, revealing the pearly-white sharp canines that would undoubtedly feel amazing playing with the skin of your neck. WOah, hold on. You almost killed the man, and you still can’t control the horny? SHAME ON YOU!
„Baby,`s fine. I am all fine.”
Itto sits on the bed, pulling your hand to his mouth to kiss it a couple of times before he flashes you the signature Oni smirk, hoping to relax you.
„It was just a little virus in the system, nothing to be worried about. Hey, Bumble Bee, what’s with the long face?”
Itto tries his best to cheer you up, but the tears start pricking at your eyes.
„It’s my fault, all my fault.”
You choke on a sob, and violent little shivers take over your chin. His oni fingers grasp the jaw delicately. They essentially cover half of your face. Itto’s heart picks up the speed. He is not prepared to see his little Bumble Bee cry.
„No, no, no, hey, Baby, look at me, look me in the eyes.”
Itto instructs in a warm tone, although internally, it feels as if somebody was ripping his heart out alive. Both of his hands cup your face that adorably drowns in their bulky size, awakening longing and other emotions whose names are yet unfamiliar to Itto. All he knows is that he can’t bear to see you cry.
„You did nothing wrong, Baby. You are perfect.”
And then, it happens. Itto’s lips brush over your eyelids first before you feel yourself being pressed against the warmth of his chest, against the solid muscles of his abdomen that draw tight once your soft finger pads rest on the Oni’s firm body. He is so warm, or rather hot, scorching hot like the rays of sunshine in the peak of summer. It takes you a while before your synapses fire properly to understand that Itto is kissing you. He is kissing you as if the act itself could possess your soul, and, to be frank, it isn’t too far from the truth.
Itto moans into your lips, effectively turning your brain into a Jell-O with his unabashed display of want, thundering against his Oni veins. He could choke you to death with these hands that swathe your face and neck, and you wouldn’t even notice. He kisses your lower lip, dragging it slowly between his sharp teeth and your ability to reason flies out of the window.
„Baby-”
Itto pants, and you can’t comprehend why his lips are suddenly so far away from yours? You tug at his tank top, attempting to yank him close, but let’s be honest, the effort is futile. A small mouse lunging at an elephant would be more successful than you now.
„W-Why did you stop, why-,”
Itto places a sloppy kiss on the centre of your lips to shush you.
„I need you to know that I’ve never had more fun than with you. All the other girls wanted me for my looks. Ya know, big Oni and his big cock, this type of shit, I was so fed up.”
Itto fires the shots, wanting to be utterly transparent with you. His hand wanders to the small of your back, and he effortlessly lifts you, placing you in his lap. Your body arches into his, fingers getting tangled in his white Oni mane as your bodies mould together perfectly.
„Nobody ever listened to me. These chicks, they all just wanted to, uhm..., You know what I mean.”
You nod, rocking into his pelvis, which sends a jolt of electricity down your spine. Itto’s fingers sink into the fat of your hips. He breathes out laboriously, eating you up with his gaze in a most affectionate manner despite the sparks of need that light up his crimson pupils.
„Then, when it was all over, they left me each time. But you are different. You went to see the Bug Fights with me and, and you, uhm, you took care of me when the allergy knocked me down, he he he...,”
Itto hides his embarrassment behind a forced chuckle, all the time gauging your reactions. He doesn’t want to scare his Bumble Bee away. He cannot afford to lose you when you are all he has ever dreamt about, if not more.
„Thank ya for that, all of it.”
He finishes barely above a whisper, peering sheepishly at you.
A thick lump forms itself in your throat, and you swallow hard at the most beautiful and honest words you’ve ever heard coming from a man. Itto can be a big and intimidating Oni, but deep down he sure is just an adorable and soft idiot.
„Will you cuddle with me for a bit? I still feel a tiiiny bit drowsy. Will that be ok, huh?”
A tear-jerking question forces you to bury your head in his chest. You pull him close to you, failing to control the series of weird sniffles.
„You are such a dummy, Itto. Go to sleep.”
You hold him close, making a mental promise to protect his fragile Oni heart.
Unconventional situations require equally unusual measures. After a good couple of weeks of dating the Oni; having seen dozens of bug fights, having travelled hundreds of kilometres seated behind the Oni’s broad back with your hands securely wrapped around his ripped abdomen as he was taking you places on his motorcycle, and finally having pushed through a good share of Itto’s neglected boners, you know the time has come.
It is another one of these cosy ‘Netflix and chill’ evenings, with the big Oni boy crashing at your place and breathing life into you after a long day spent at the office. He would come, crack a few of his dumb Oni jokes, tell you a story from his not so shady gangster life and eat half of your fridge while never forgetting to spoon-feed you as he devours anything that doesn’t contain soy beans. Not that he would find anything like that in your pantry. It is worth mentioning that since the gruesome incident, you have gone ‘soy-bean-free’, totally manifesting your support for the Oni’s condition. Itto has been nothing but the sweetest little (ok, not so little) ray of sunshine, and you will not wait even a day longer to take your relationship to the next level.
However, the Oni has absolutely no clue about your plan when he enters your apartment with a bag full of snacks for tonight’s cuddling & watching TV date.
„Bumble Bee, I am ho-,”
Itto feels his throat jamming, and the shopping bag slips out of his hand, landing on the floor.
„Hi, Big Boy.”
Itto really, really tries not to look. He does his absolute utmost not to stare open-mouthed at the bumblebee tank top and shorts but fails nonetheless. The almost-sheer, ultra-fine set emphasizes each and every delicious curve of your body and..., Ohhh, Celestia help him! Is he seeing nipples poking through the paper-thin fabric? Are you not wearing any underwear today? The bumblebee print in the middle of your boobs stretches, revealing the busty shape of your chest, leaving very little to the Oni’s imagination. Itto’s brain simmers like an egg on a frying pan when he drops his gaze lower, down to the skimpy shorts with a lacy hem digging into the flesh of your thighs. Camel-toe? Oh, noooo, please no. A stifled sound of a tortured to death beetle is wrung out of the Oni when you part your thighs and pat your belly, smiling softly at the almost-deceased Itto. There he sees your fanny, your cutest little pussy lips swelling thickly against the barely-covering your peach shorts. Your breasts shake and jiggle, flowing like the rolling waves in the sea once you lift yourself higher on the sofa to have a better look at your afraid to move or breathe Oni boyfriend.
„Come here and cuddle. What are you standing there for, hmm?”
You pat the belly again, making it clear that you want him between your thighs, with his head resting on these curvaceous boobs and dick nestled in your labia, hugged tightly by the puffiest pussy flaps Itto has ever seen. He sucks in a sharp breath, sounding pretty much like the Oni demon he is when your bum moves from side to side, inviting him to alleviate the yearning in his groin that stirs his dick to full hardness right in front of your eyes. Itto knows you can see it. There is just no way with how much his cock-head swells when you just as much as come too close to the touch-starved Oni. You have been nice enough not to make fun of his over-the-roof sexual drive, for which he is very, very grateful.
„Itto? Is something wrong?”
You nag him, nag him to come and put that thickened cock on your exposed cunt.
„I, uh, I just love that look, Baby is all. Got me a little shaken for a moment, yeah.”
Itto stutters out and bends in half to pick up the bag with snacks, which gives him a top-tier, almost a bird’s eye view over your plump little hole. He hears you giggle at has to stop to adjust the pants that start to annoy the shit out of him and his bulging in need penis.
„I’m so happy you like it.”
You sing song, and Itto’s eyes are heavy on you, on your nipples that stand at full attention, calling him to suck them till he tastes your sweet milky-bee nectar on his tongue.
„Like it? No, Baby. I’m losing my mind over it.”
Itto discards the bag on the coffee table, uninterested in the box of ice cream that must be turning into a wet and sticky puddle, very much like the content of his boxers.
Another gut-wrenching, dick-choking giggle. Itto’s eyes are absent, feral as if he has lost the remaining brain cells that so far have helped him to keep a pretty good lid on things.
„I have missed you so much, Big Boy. Come and crush me with this Oni body of yours.”
That is too much for Itto. Way too fucking much. It is like his whole body has already started to sizzle with need, and you are just adding fuel to the fire, making him burn. Leaning down slowly, his eyes are following yours.
„Bumble Bee, yer asking so nicely, how can I say no~”
Itto’s eyes sink to your unguarded hole as he slides that monster of a cock between your spread legs. You haven’t touched him, and he feels ultra-hard. You are guessing it must be borderline painful, even. You bite your lip. Excitement paints your cheeks in a rosy colour. You suddenly feel yourself drawn into a kiss as Itto positions himself. You lift your legs up, digging the heels into the meat of Itto’s hard ass to force him to lower his hips. His fat cock brushes over your tiny cunt, and the Oni’s muscular pecs push into your much softer and so much more delicate boobies. Itto really is crushing you, taking your breath away as he rests his entire body weight on your petite one, merely granting your wish.
„I might sting Ya a little bit, Hun. Your Papa Bee has some issue down here.”
Yeah. You can feel that ‘issue’ very well. It’s your turn to moan as you writhe underneath Itto to rub all over his cock, dragging you both into that lust-driven hell.
„S-Shit, Babe, uh-, can you like, f-fuck, stop fidgeting so much?”
Itto’s cock jumps when you laugh at him like a fucking brat that needs to be punished.
„Make me, Papa Bee.”
It jumps again, thrashing against your weeping hole. The Oni could snap you in half like a stick if he lost control over his actions. You both know it, yet you continue teasing his dick, to the point he can’t take it anymore, so he grabs your waist with his hand. It looks ridiculously big on you, covering at least half of your stomach. Itto kisses you, no, basically devours your lips, naive enough to think that it will shut you up. Damn, that Oni blood circulating in his veins, that steroid-fed cock and his ridiculously overgrown body---,
„Mhmm, Itto, you-you are leaking on my pussy.”
You mumble the words into his mouth, eliciting an animalistic groan from your demon-like boyfriend. Drool dribbles down your cheek because of how stubbornly Itto is sliding his tongue against yours, pushing it down your throat as if he intended to choke you with it. Thinking very little of the consequences of your actions, your hands anchor in his hair, only to grope the pair of the Oni’s red and spiky horns. The man whines - whines like a beast in heat.
„What if your Bumble Bee wants to be stung, huh?”
That is about the time when Itto fucking loses it, loses it for good.
„Ya little Flower is thirsty for Papi’s cock huh? You’ll fucking sob and beg when I make you sit on it and take every fucking inch into that greedy little cunt.”
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
„Yes, Itto, please, yes!”
The Oni growls, angry, out of his mind, totally gone. He tugs at the bumblebee tank top, tearing it down your body with his black claws. Your perky globes jiggle from side to side, and he lunges at them, stuffing his face full of your boob as if he wanted to eat it. The wet and long oni tongue laps at your bud, circling it, sucking and kissing without a moment's break to swallow the spit that makes your chest wet. Fireworks explode below your navel, and you keep pushing your cunt onto his thickened, swollen and licking pre-cum gigantic cock. He reaches for the other breast with his palm, kneading it and fumbling as he moans and groans, giving out these sounds that resemble the heat of a battle rather than some tit-sucking & vanilla sex.
„I’ll stuff you so full you will feel me in your fucking lungs. That’s how badly your Papa Bee will sting you, Hun.”
Ok. That threat actually intimidates you, especially when the sex-drunk Oni kneels before you and pulls his pants down. You can only watch in silence as his gigantic cock falls out like a felled Otogi wood. It is so heavy it bends under its own weight, looking as if it wanted to scare you and ruin any other sex you have ever had with anybody. Scratch that - it is already better than anything you have ever experienced. Your eyes glaze over, and your eyelid twitches nervously.
„Huh? You suddenly forgot how to use your mouth, Bumble Bee?”
The oni roars, laughing so heartily you think he might fall off the couch. You shake your head in denial, pussy burning and throbbing so badly you have half a mind to impale yourself on this pulsing slab of meat, even if it would probably make you cry in pain.
„Papa Bee will remind Ya, Flower~, just give it time. First, I shall taste your sweet honey juice. It smells so nice my mouth is salivating"
Itto is more merciful with your shorts, scraping them off you with his claws instead of ripping them to shreds just like he did with your tank top. He crumples them in his fist and brings them to his grinning face to take a whiff of your pussy. He lets out a lewd moan, all the time holding them to his nose and inhaling as if he was a junkie.
„Sweetest nectar for Papa Bee, only, only mine.”
Itto snarls in his pussy-high trance, baring the pearly fangs that could pierce through your skin like a dagger through butter. He goes down on you, rubbing, nibbling and licking his way from your quivering thighs up to the honey-leaking hole. Itto’s furnace-warm hands reach to your back, cupping your full cheeks and squeezing.
„Fucking delish. Booty worth of a Queen Bee. So supple and tender.”
Itto watches entranced how your legs shake and your hips move in tiny, little thrusts, telling him clearly what you want. Oh, and Itto will deliver. Yes, he will.
Still clasping your bottom, he tugs you closer and nudges in with his nose, spreading your pussy lips as if he was opening a flower bud which hasn’t bloomed yet.
„Oh, Itto! Yes!”
„Mhmm!”
Itto groans back, dipping his tongue and swirling it low, reaching for the depths of your hole.
„Gimme all your juice, all that gooey sweetness on my tongue, Bumble Bee~.”
The Oni demands, caressing the throbbing nub of flesh, swallowing the tasty and warm essence that starts overflowing his mouth, trickling down his jaw. He licks into the lips of your sex, drinking, slurping and breathing in the syrupy-flavoured liquid.
He dines on you until you whimper in over-stimulation until you try to push him away as you climax again and again. The sofa is a mess - wet from the mix of the Oni’s saliva and your cum.
„I can’t, no-no m-more, no! Please! Itto-ahh, no!”
You are dying and living. Flying in the Oni’s arms. Spinning and shaking.
„What? Isn’t it what you wanted, Flower?”
Itto chuckles at your misery, having kissed your pussy for one last time. He faces you, licking the remnants of your squirt from his sticky lips. You are suffocating, barely able to breathe and even lying seems too difficult for you.
„I ain’t even started with you yet, Hun.”
Without a word of warning, the big Oni holds you by your waist and lifts you as if you weighed nothing. A fucking inflated doll, at best. Itto fancies switching your positions, and soon after, he is the one resting on his back while he has you seated on top of him. He bends his arm and puts it under his head to get himself comfortable. Meanwhile, you are trembling and shaking, clinging to his torso for stability as the world whirls chaotically before your eyes.
„C’mon, Flower. Mouth on Papa Bee’s sting, quick.”
He pats your bum a few times to make you regain your consciousness, a gentle reminder that he is still going to fuck you, regardless of how tired you are.
„Don’t make me repeat myself, m’kay?”
You nod, sliding down his body with no strength in muscles left. Itto’s right hand is securely wrapped around your hip to make sure you won’t slip away.
„Yes, just like that. A few licks, Sweets. Trust me. It is for your own good. We wouldn’t like to rip your pussy with my dick, right?”
You nod again, more frantically. Although, you are worried that no amount of lube or saliva could save your cunt from getting destroyed tonight. You peer at your overgrown lover for one last time. The demon with horns and his gargantuan cock. Yes. This is what you see when you dip your head and open your mouth as wide as you can to take him into your mouth. Well, this is an exaggeration. It should be said that you try to take some part of the bulging piece of flesh into your cracking and numb from the over-stretch jaw. Itto hisses, irrespective of how badly it’s going so far. His hips buck and his cock jumps in your mouth as soon as your tongue comes into contact with the throbbing monster.
„Fuck, Flower. Don’t suck too hard. I wanna cum in your tiny little cunt. Ya hear me? Papa Bee will be nasty if you don’t behave like a good girl.”
You whimper and blink twice to let him know that you are not going to risk being too bratty this time. For now, at least.
„Good little Bumble Bee. So perfect, aren’t Ya?”
Your head bobs up and down, sucking with just a reasonably decent amount of pressure, careful not to anger the Oni as your gag reflex is being tested like never before. You slurp just as loud as Itto did, gliding smoothly up and down the girthy penis. He moans and groans prettily, and your cunt starts aching for his touch yet again. Just how much of a whore are you? This man has turned your brain into sex-craving mush.
„That’s it. That’s enough.”
Itto pants heavily, writing underneath you.
„Sit on Papa’s cock now, huh? I think I have to be in you now.”
Uh-huh. It’s about the damn time.
You gasp when he pulls you close by your hip, forcing you to sit with your pussy hovering over the reddened slab of veiny meat. Trembling with fear and excitement, you close your eyes, attempting to control the agonizingly slow descent of your hips onto Itto’s impatient length. You are mind-blowingly hot on top of him. The handsome Oni rakes your hair back to look at your glossy eyes and slutty face. He doesn’t want to be that mean to you today. You have been such a docile little Bumble Bee that he decides he can help you swallow up that big boy. Itto’s hands dig into the fat of your hips, lowering you down on his dick, inch by inch, sob after sob.
„Itto you are too big! Too fucking big!”
You cry and cry, wondering how long you have been at it already? Why hasn’t he bottomed out yet? How many more inches do you have to take in? You look at him, irritated and disheartened. You punch his chest with your tiny fist, making the tiddy bounce. Itto coos, not fully able to hide his amusement. Yet, he lets you take your time. After all, he could simply split you open and pull your organs to pieces with a single thrust of his cock.
„Shush, Flower. You are doing so well. We are almost there~.”
Fat tears roll down your cheeks as you feel the burn of your hole being stretched, elongated and expanded to accommodate the Oni’s penis. You feel him reaching the undiscovered depths of your gummy walls, brushing over such intimate places that your whole groin buzzes with need.
„J-just fucking help me! Help me Itto! Do something finally, you idiot!”
Your heart-wrenching sob tugs at Itto’s heartstrings. He doesn’t answer as his mouth is being busy emitting a guttural moan when his hips piston forward, right into your tight cunt with such strength that you would nearly topple over if not for Itto’s grip on your hips.
Archons above!
This is insane. He must be reaching up to your throat. There is just no way he isn’t with how full it feels, with how big the re-appearing bulge in your stomach is when he slams into you, making you jump on him as if you were riding an enraged bull.
„Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”
You scream, not even bothering to hold onto the non-stop moving Oni. Itto uses you like his cock-sleeve, pushing you up and down his dick with crazy speed, filling you so well that white spots and stars begin to dance everywhere around you as another whine-wringing orgasm explodes in your groin.
„Yes, cover my dick with your honeyed juices, cream on me, Baby.”
Itto’s abdomen muscles have been fighting very hard to deny himself the release, wanting to utterly wreck you before he paints your insides white with his thick spurts of cum. He has been struggling a lot to remain in control, and now is the right time to reward himself for all his hard work.
„Gonna, cum Bumble Bee. Hang in there for a little while longer.”
Easier said than done, you think briefly, before Itto thrusts even faster and deeper into your dripping, abused hole, chasing his high like a wild animal. It takes a few more precise snaps of his hips, and the gossamer liquid starts jetting out of his gigantic cock-head, practically spilling out of your loosened hole as it can’t take everything Itto has stored for you in his heavy balls.
It seems like you have lost consciousness for a short while, regaining your clarity to being spooned by Itto in your own bed. He is nuzzling into your neck with his nose, massaging the bruised hips with a circular movement of his chubby fingers over your skin. Itto purrs when your body stirs in his arms.
„Bumble Bee, Ya ok?”
Itto’s tone is laced with worry.
„Have I been too harsh on you? Sorry, I kinda lost it there. Sorry, Baby.”
He really sounds apologetic, making butterflies explode in your stomach. You shift slightly to take a look at his face.
„No, no. I loved it. You are amazing, Itto.”
You kiss his forehead tenderly, relieved to see the comeback of the Oni’s cocky smirk.
„Also, I didn’t mean to, erm, call you an idiot. That was, uh, you know...,”
You trail off, and Itto chuckles like the goof he is.
„All fine, Sweets. No offence taken. You might have called me an idiot, but your pussy was telling me a different story.”
The Oni comments proudly, flashing more of his sharp teeth. Your face flushes bright red, and you punch his shoulder in retaliation.
„Shut up! You really are an idiot!”
Itto doesn’t let you say another word, claiming your lips passionately.
„I might be an idiot, but I am only your idiot, Bumble Bee.”
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BTS on International Women*'s Day!
This is a silly little thing I wrote last year and, here we are again! So here we are again lmao. It's silly, it's nonsense, please don't take this too seriously 😅
BTS x woman* reader
Jin
He’s thought about this quite a lot. He wants to acknowledge it because it’s important to, but at the same time, he doesn't want it to come across like an empty gesture. He thinks he treats you equally, respectfully, all the time (as he should!) so would it really be meaningful to ‘celebrate’ this day? In the end, he leaves it up to you: he asks if you want him to do something and what it might be. You haven’t really thought about it, to be honest; you ask him to cook you dinner, which he would’ve done anyway because you don’t like cooking and he does.
Yoongi
He wants to spend the day with his face in your pussy is what he wants to do. Unfortunately, jobs exist. So he goes downtown to start the day and eagerly awaits the time when you are both back from work so he can go there again. Wants you to come more times than you can count and then when you’re immobilised and dazed, he’ll bring you dinner in bed.
Hoseok
Buys you something sweet and accepts it graciously when you explain that maybe needless consumerism isn’t the best present on this of all days. You tell him that you really appreciate him doing something to acknowledge the day anyway. Since his first gesture didn’t go down the way he hoped, he gives you another: improvised strip tease and the most devoted dicking down you’ve ever had. You find out later that he also donated a significant sum to a women’s charity that you support.
Namjoon
He’s been planning for this, actually. Gets tickets to a lecture or an exhibition or theatre show or something relevant. He also looks into the company’s gender policies and asks your opinion (should he take it further? Ask the women in the company? Do something else?); prepares an evening where everything is taken care of and you don’t have to do anything.
Jimin
Mr People Pleaser wants to please you all day. Breakfast in bed, helps you get ready, takes you to work with a packed lunch he prepared himself, picks you up from work and takes you home, massages your feet, hands you wine, wants to hand-feed you dinner (at which you draw the line). Does it all laughing at his over-indulgence and knows he’s being silly, but wants you to know that he also takes it seriously, so asks you to give him advice on a cause he can support or donate to.
Taehyung
He’s thought about it and decided that he will do any and every chore that needs doing on this day, but doesn't realise that there's very little that needs doing because you've already done it all; he also thinks about just how much of the housework and chores he usually does and decides he’ll monitor it going forward to see if he could be pulling his weight more in general (forgets this as soon as the clock hits midnight on the 9th!).
Jungkook
Thinks about it a lot. Takes advice. Thinks about it some more. Struggles with wanting to show his appreciation without wanting to make too much of a fuss. Ums and ahs for so long that he’s sort of left it too late to do anything special. Decides he’ll just agree to do anything and everything you want -- as if the good little boy doesn't do that every day anyway!
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Idk if you’ve ever discussed it before…but thots on Sanji in the Shokugeki no Sanji manga?? He looks SO FINE TO ME 😫😮💨
BRo….
Do u know how long I been trynna get a physical copy of it AND I CANT SEEM TO FIND IT
First of Just look at him:
This is who I think about when I think of 19 year old Sanji.
Vinsmoke Mr. Prince Pussy Pleaser Sanji.
Secondly.
I cant spill my true thoughts because I may get shadowbanned again.
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mr steal your girl is also a really pussy pleaser
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You were all I wanted Part 2
Pairing: mob!Peter Parker x plus-sized!Reader
Warnings: yandere, obsession, swearing, kidnapping, human trafficking, non-con, minor character's death.
Words: 2655.
Summary: You are bought by the head of Stark crime family for a kid he cares about.
Part 1
P.S. Peter is an adult!
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It had started. You could feel the sudden shift in atmosphere when Peter dropped his hand to your cheek, touching you awkwardly as if he were afraid you would disappear once he got more passionate with you. He caressed you gently like a lover, and you felt miserable. The only boy who had ever set his eyes on you was a young mobster who owned you as of you were some soulless object.
"You're so pretty." His whisper was barely audible, his face so close to yours you wanted to shut your eyes.
You needed to relax. No one - even a boy like him - would want to deal with a mad fury. He'd just shoot you: among other things on the table there were there was an actual gun. You needed to keep this guy happy, and maybe Peter would still be sweet with you once he got rid of his virginity.
But then he suddenly stopped and pulled away from you.
"Oh no, what the hell am I doing?" He laughed awkwardly and scratched his head. "Sorry, I didn't mean jumping at you like that. So you wanna take your shower or maybe eat some more?"
You took your eyes elsewhere and did your best not to wince. Keep it cool, breathe, don't push the boy off.
"Can I have some alcohol?" Your voice sounded pathetic.
"Of course!" Peter jumped again and rushed to the drawer. "I have some whiskey and vo... shit, I'm stupid, who the fuck gives vodka to a lady? I'll bring you a bottle of champagne, just a sec!"
He was at the door in a matter of seconds and you gave him a puzzled look. This Peter boy was unpredictable. He grinned at you and went out of the room, locking the door behind him.
You were still on the bed, watching your feet, afraid to move. Technically, in front of you was a regular door with a simple lock and a door handle - if you could find something heavy, you could break it.
Well, actually, you could just snatch that gun from the table and make a few holes in the wood. The problem with that was that you were inside Stark Tower, that ugly building that looked more like an abandoned factory rather than a graceful skyscraper. How many Stark's guys with guns were there? How far would you make it?
You could also put a gun against your head and pull the trigger...
You shivered and stood up, walking to the bathroom. You refused to look at the table.
Stripping yourself of all those lacy undergarments with shame and dropping them to the white floor, you sneaked into the bath and turned on the water, trying not to look around too much. It felt like there were cameras everywhere to record you, naked, miserable, and frightened, so you finished showering as fast as you could and wrapped a towel around youself. Could you take that towel, actually? Was it for you? Would Peter want to see you naked on the bed when he returned instead?
You wiped away more tears running down your face and slowly removed the towel, putting on the lingerie they gave you before the auction.
"Hey, where are you?" Peter's voice rang loudly behind the door. You could feel he was distressed.
"H-here!" You quickly grasped your palr pink silk robe and put it on too, carefully sneaking back to the room to see the boy with a bottle of Moet & Chandon and two champagne glasses in his hands. Huh, classy.
"Oh, hey." He smiled, a bit embarrassed at his outbirst. "I, uh, found this. I hope you're going to like it."
"Thank you, Peter." You murmured softly and saw him grinning wider when he heard you saying his name for the first time.
Although normally you didn't drink much, you heard about your friend's sexual escapades when she was totally drunk many times and assumed everything could go easier if you had enough champagne. Maybe then you would simply forget you were brought to Stark's Tower and forced to have sex with a guy you had never met before.
Peter had already opened the bottle with a loud noise and poured the sparkly golden liquid into the glass, handing it to you. You brushed your hand against his unintentionally and thought how warm he was.
"I'm not good with these things, but, um, I'm glad I met you today." He had that radiant boyish smile on his face. When he raised his glass, you raised yours too, barely understanding to what you were saluting. "I'm so happy from now on you're gonna be here with me."
What a romantic. It would be almost sweet if he didn't hold you here against your will.
"I'm happy to meet you, too." You made yourself smile, and the two of you clinked your glasses. You drank all the champagne in one big gulp, not afraid to appear unladylike and caring only to get drunk faster. You didn't eat much, so it had to be easy enough.
Peter repeated after you with a little laugh and filled the glasses again and then again until you didn't start feeling funny and your shoulders finally relaxed, the alcohol removing all the tension from your body like some magical elixir. When the boy reached out to touch your shoulder, you didn't flinch, feeling his soft lips pressing against yours in a gentle kiss.
It wasn't that bad, you thought. He was being very tender with you, taking his time to unfasten your robe with his fingers trembling from excitement, and then kissed your temple. He trailed his kisses down to your neck as you let out a loud sigh, biting your lips, then burying your fingers in his soft disheveled hair. Peter's subtle touches felt good.
"I'm sorry for hurrying these things up." He said suddenly with guilt all over his pretty face. "I really am, but I have to show the guys you're my girl. They won't understand otherwise, and we might get in trouble."
"It's ok." You kissed his cheek, watching his eyelashes tremble. "Maybe I'm going to like it. You're nice, Peter."
He looked at you with wide eyes, his lips curling into a wide smile once more at your words as he reached to unfasten your pink bra.
"I don't have much experience, but I'll do my best to make you feel good." His breath tickled your face when the boy cupped your breasts, enjoying the softness of your body. You loved that look of adoration on his face.
"Do you have any?"
"I do."
What, really? That high schooler already had his virginity taken by someone else?
"Kids these days." You mumbled and he suddenly pinched your cheek. "Ouch!"
"You're not allowed to call me a kid!" Peter said with a pout, drawing little circles around your nipple and grasping your plump hip. "Only Mr. Stark can. Besides, I'm like year and a half younger that you, so I'm going to call you a little girl then, y'know?"
"Wha... ahh... Peter." You inched him closer, enjoying the way he played with your breast and kissing him in return. "But you look so young, huh."
"And you look like a schoolgirl without your makeup." He chuckled and gently sucked your lower lip, his left hand caressing your soft belly. You tensed immediately again, but the boy lowered you on the bed and kissed your forehead, staring at you from above with loving eyes. "Please don't be shy. I like you. Every part of you."
You stayed silent, but your eyes were gleaming with tears when you threw your hands around his neck and inched Peter closer, kissing him more. He rested one of his arms close to your pillow, the other one travelled down your body to squeeze your belly gently again, then went closer to your pussy, forcing you to open your legs and caressing your clit covered by the thin pink fabric of your panties.
"I can take care of you." The boy cooed softly at your ear and pushed them to the side to touch your already slick folds. "Do you want me to? Do you want me to take care of you?"
"Yes." You moaned when his fingers rubbed your clit and closed your eyes, losing yourself in the moment. "Please, please, Peter, take care of me."
"I knew you'd be a good girl." He licked his lips impatiently and picked up pace rubbing your clit to make you wail under him. "Yes, like that. I'm gonna teach you to cum from my fingers, and then I'll use that tight little pussy of yours, yeah? Would you like that?"
"Yes, yes Peter, plea... ahhh."
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The next morning was peaceful - you woke up to the boy's soft snoring behind you, his hand draped over body. Well, you weren't sure you could keep calling him that since he was actually older than you thought and, uh, way more experienced. If you tried to recall all the things he did to you last night, you could die of shame, probably.
The alcohol helped a lot. Firstly, it was so much easier to blame it for all the pleaser Peter gave you - of course, it was all the alcohol's fault, you couldn't possibly enjoy having sex with someone who thought owing a human being was okay. Secondly, the alcohol allowed you to play the role of a sweet little thing to perfection as you never even once pushed Peter away, probably leaving him satisfied with your submission. If he was satisfied, maybe he wouldn't get rid of you first thing in the morning.
You shivered at the thought and realized you didn't hear his snoring anymore.
"Good morning." He yawned, sneaking closer to you and pressing his face into your hair. "Did you sleep well?"
"Good morning, Peter." You found the strength to gently caress the back of his hand laying on your belly. "Yes, thank you. Did you?"
"Are you joking?" The sound of him giggling made you relax a bit. "I think the last time I slept so soundly was when Aunt May was still alive."
You went quiet, staring at the white bathroom's door across the room. So, the woman he told you about yesterday was dead. You could imagine she was the one who raised Peter, but withour her to take care of the boy - who could be very young at that time - he ended up with Stark's crime family. Then it made sense why he didn't behave exactly like those vultures surrounding his boss as he most likely didn't grow up on the streets of New York.
Were you pitying the man who was holding you captive here? Yes, yes you were.
"Does it hurt?" He asked in quiet voice and touched your lower belly tenderly.
"A little. But not as much I thought it would."
He moved his hand up and cuddled you, kissing the top of your head. You hoped it was a good sign and you wouldn't end up in a ditch in the evening. Was Peter going to keep you here as his personal toy? It was humiliating to even think about that, but anything seemed better than dying to you now.
He let you stay. In fact, he had never considered letting you go after Mr. Stark bought you - you were Peter's girl now, right? So he did his best to accommodate you in that room where he lived, providing you with clothes, shoes, cosmetics and all the things you needed, a laptop included. Of course, there was no wi-fi or anything that could help you to connect to the outer world, but Peter recommended you strongly against it. You've already seen enough that made it impossible for you to leave - Mr. Stark would never take it kindly if you tried to run or, God forbids, go to the police. It wasn't just your life at stake, but the life of your family, too. It was embarrassingly easy to find out everything about them, including where they lived and worked, of course. Tony could kill them with a snap of his fingers.
Though you weren't allowed to leave the room, Peter promised he would do everything to give you more freedom a bit later. The guys needed to trust you before they would grant you permission to move freely around the building - not that you really wanted it. Who in the right mind would walk the Stark's Tower full of deranged criminals?
Anyway, the place where you were now was mostly comfortable - you could watch TV and play video games if you were bored; Peter also brought you a pile of books and magazines, and he was always providing you with nice food. Honestly, you expected something way worse than that.
It was the end of the third day when the boy returned with a box of pizza and a few bottles of Starbucks frappuccino, his usually cheerful expression turned all gloomy and tired. Something must had happened, but you were not sure if you were allowed to ask him that - you had never discussed the things he was doing outside of this room.
"Hi, Peter. How was your day?" You stood up from the bed and took a box and bottles from him, placing them on the side table close to the microwave. Before you could turn to him, you felt the boy kissing the back of your head.
"Tired." He mumbled and step back, taking off his bomber and sneakers before moving to bed and sitting down. "I've had a hell of a day."
"I'm so sorry. Do you want me to draw you a bath?"
When he looked at you, you saw him chuckling warmly as he motioned you to come closer. You lowered yourself on the bed, too, and Peter kissed your lips, then grinning and laughing like a kid.
"You don't know how happy I am to have you, Baby. You're sweet and smart and, uh, you don't want to run from me because you know there's no good in that."
Maybe his words were intended as a compliment, but you shivered and quickly placed a fake smile on your face. You had already figured out Peter was not even half as sweet as he seemed. What did you expect from him being Stark's favourite?
"Did something happen, Peter?" You knew you were going to regret asking that, yet you felt like you had to. You needed to pretend your relationship with him were genuine.
"Mr. Stark shot Amanda." The boy shooked his head sadly.
"Who?"
"His new girl. The one he bought at the same auction as you."
That immensely beautiful woman with her eyes deep as ocean and hair dark as night? She could easily be the world's next beauty queen, and he killed her? He killed an innocent woman who, besides that, was stunning, graceful and perfect and walking on air?!
"I mean, of course she brought it on herself when she whored with her guards to make them let her go, but, shit, I don't like it when Mr. Stark kills his girls." Peter covered his face with his rough palms and rubbed his eyes as you stared at him, terrified.
"Does he... does he kill them all?"
"Not all of them... but most."
You heard youself sobbing and clamped a hand against your mouth right away, tears pouring down your face. Your pathetic attempt to hide your fear failed as Peter leaned closer to you, taking your hand away and kissing your eyelids to shush you. He rubbed your back reassuringly and let you put your face against his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Baby." That was how he called you now. "You're not his girl, you're mine. This will never happen to you because I love you a lot and you're smart, right?"
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#peter parker x reader#dark peter parker x reader#peter parker#dark peter parker#yandere#tom holland#spiderman
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What You Want
Pairing: August Walker x Reader
Warnings: Smut, oral, D/S themes, workplace sex
Word count: 2k
Description: You never expected the racy texts exchanged between you and a coworker to get you in this position...
A/N: Thank you guys for all of the love you showed my first Henry fic! I hope you all enjoy this one! As always, feedback is appreciated ❀
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Startled, you looked up at the brooding man walking towards you. His presence immediately sent a shiver up your spine. You were so taken back by his entrance that you failed to close the tab on your screen. All traces of laughter were suddenly removed from your demeanor.
“Mr. Walker, I was just... I-”
“Oh save it,” he cut you off as he reached your desk. “I’ve been waiting nearly an hour for your response to my email and then I come down here to find you playing around on your laptop. You’re the last one here, what was stopping you from responding?”
You stuttered over your words attempting to string together a coherent answer that would be pleasing to your boss.
“I just had some other things to wrap up. Today’s been pretty busy I guess I got beside myself. I’ll be sure to check my emails more frequently.”
He raised an eyebrow at your flustered state. You were grateful that the screen of your MacBook had gone dark as your superior planted himself by your workspace. Your comfort was broken when he tilted his head toward the computer.
“Turn on your laptop.” That you weren’t expecting.
“I’m sorry?”
Walker laughed. “You heard me, let’s see what’s got you so distracted.”
Before you could protest the intimidating man hovered over your desk, his finger gracing across the trackpad to illuminate the screen. All you could do was sit there and pray your on shift doings wouldn’t result in the loss of your job.
Your heart leapt as he took in the sight of the tabs on the screen. Your resolve nearly crumbled when his eyes fell onto the opened messages app.
A shit eating grin was on his face as he mockingly recited the conversation you were engaging in with your coworker Harper.
August is so sexy - He made sure to draw out his words in a teasing manner.
You’re so lucky he’s your boss. If I was the one under him we wouldn’t be getting much work done.
Believe me it took everything in me not to drop to my knees the last time he called me into his office.
I bet his dick is fucking massive. God I can’t believe you haven’t fucked him.
The smirk Walker wore was the biggest you’d ever seen. He looked down at you clearly enjoying your uncomfortable state.
“Want me to read more?”
You hated that you’d been caught. You hated even more the arousal you felt as he spoke to you.
He removed his dark suit jacket and tossed it aside. He called you by your last name to address you as he rolled up his sleeves.
“Stand up.”
You quickly stood from your seated position not wanting to be in even more trouble. You were going to apologize for your indiscretion but your boss waived a dismissive hand to silence you.
He made himself comfortable in your work chair and laced his hands behind his head.
“Never been much of a people pleaser but I guess I can give you what you want.” Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “I don’t think you’re going to be productive unless you get something to satiate that slutty little mind of yours.”
You bit into your lower lip as you realized what he was asking of you.
“Get on your knees.”
The timber of his voice left no room for discussion. You mindlessly lowered yourself to the floor. The cool feel of the tiled pattern the only thing able to settle the heat that rang through your body.
Your eyes widened looking up at August as you waited for his next command. He chuckled darkly at your submission.
“Go on, be a good girl for me.”
Your unsteady hands reached for the zipper of his trousers, pulling them down enough to expose his black briefs. Your nimble fingers worked to release his hardening member from the tight confines.
Confidence sprang into you as you sat back on your legs. A lewd moan slipped off your tongue as you tasted the salty precum leaking from his tip.
You wrapped your lips around the engorged tip giving a generous suck. You removed his cock from your mouth and stared up at him as you licked a long, wet stripe from his balls to the head of his dick.
His eyes glossed over as you continued to work your mouth over his generous size. Your wrists worked around his shaft as you flattened your tongue around the bulbous head.
August eagerly slid himself down your waiting throat as you gasped for air. You barely had time to adjust before he pushed you onto his thickness. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as he quickly pushed you to your limit.
Your blurred vision caught sight of the smug look he wore as he watched you swallow him. You knew he was close when your nose touched the patch of hair that spread across his pelvis.
His cock twitched at the sight of seeing you take whatever he gave you. He reached down and stroked your hair out of your face as his orgasm reached its dawn. His gaze was unwavering as he drank in the image of you swallowing his cum. You tried to hide your struggle as you slurped down the liquid. A relieved sigh left his lips once he’d come down from his high. His dick was still surprisingly hard as the heavy girth weighed against your tongue.
An aggressive hand wrapped around your throat pulling you off his slick cock. A trail of drool dribbled down your chin as you disconnected with his thick member. He used the firm grip on your neck to guide you back onto your feet. You gasped a breath you didn’t realize you were holding once his thumb was removed from the column of your throat.
He shifted his grip to your waist and pressed your backside against your desk.
“August I’m so sorry! It won’t happen again. I’ll be more professional in the future, I promise!”
He released an ironic laugh. “I think you and I can both agree that we’ve clearly passed any professional boundaries that were formerly in place.”
You nodded at his reference to the events that had just occurred.
“You’re right. But August can we just-“
You were cut off. Walker ran his thumb over your chin and collected some of the spit that still resided there. He playfully rubbed the saliva over your bottom lip before popping his thumb into your waiting mouth. You felt like a whore as you sucked on the digit without objection.
“You address me as sir or Mr. Walker, are we clear?” You shook your head in agreement as he removed his thumb from your mouth. “Call me August again and you won’t be speaking at all for a while.”
He gingerly sat back in the chair. “Take off your panties.”
Your hands worked to hitch up the hem of your dress and tug the material down your parted thighs. Walker looped his finger through the flimsy lace and took in the sight of the soaked crotch.
He pressed his palms flat against your knees to part your legs even more. His middle and index finger made their way into your waiting hole. You yelped at the thick intrusions. Walker stroked his fingers back and forth inside your exposed hole. You were reduced to a moaning mess. No man had ever been able to locate your most sensitive spot so quickly.
He withdrew his fingers and wiped your glistening cum on the indigo material of your dress.
His hand reached for your wrist as he impatiently tugged you toward him. Your parted knees were on either side of the chair as you found yourself in his lap. His erection pointed callously at your waiting cunt. You gulped as you worked your hand over his cock realizing -once again- just how big he was. This didn’t go unnoticed by your boss.
“What’s the matter kitten? Are you scared?” Your breathing became uneven as he spoke the taunting words into your ear. “Don’t try and act shy now. You said you wanted this.”
Your right hand squeezed his shoulder as your left guided his thickness into your pussy. You let out an exasperated sigh as you looked down and realized he wasn’t even half way in.
Walker’s hand came up and gripped the back of your neck. He tilted your head in a way that made it impossible to look away from what he was doing to you.
“Oh no kitten, I don’t want you to miss this.” His other hand gripped your thigh and roughly pulled you onto his dick.
His pleasure came first, he made that more than clear. A cocky grin shone on his face once he bottomed out. Your body writhed from the shock of the tight fit.
Reaching between your thighs you tried to rub your clit but August quickly wrapped his hand around your wrist to stop you. A frustrated groan slipped through your lips. He was definitely going to make you work for your release.
His calloused hands dug into your sides as he pulled you deeper onto his dick. You struggled to keep up with the swift pace he’d created.
“Sir please...” you whispered in desperation.
To your surprise he moved his hand between your legs providing you some stimulation. He leaned forward and pressed sloppy kisses to your covered chest. Your eyes rolled back as you noticed the wet patches he’d left over either breast.
A relieved groan left your throat as you slumped against his toned chest. Your fingernails dug shallow crescents into his broad shoulders as you indulged in your impending orgasm.
“Walker let me cum. Oh God! Sir please!” The only sounds in the office space were your desperate moans. August took a second to look away from the place where your bodies connected.
The pattern he drew on your clit became sloppy and you knew the end was in sight for both of you. You graced his neck with kisses as you reached your peak.
A rough hand smacked your ass as you rode out your orgasm. “Look at you being a dirty little slut cumming in my lap.”
Tears rolled down your cheeks and onto his shoulder as you came down from your high.
August latched onto your collarbone and sucked brazenly as his own orgasm rang through him. You fidgeted against his thighs from the overstimulation. You knew there would be a blotchy mark left behind but you didn’t care. You were just happy you’d have something to remind you this wasn’t just some dream.
August stood up and placed you back on your desk. You felt vulnerable when you noticed his darkened eyes watching thick globs of cum drip onto the wooden surface.
Neither of you had said a word since you’d finished. You weren’t sure your brain could even fathom a coherent sentence after how hard you’d just cum.
The weight of your encounter suddenly hit you as you leaned down to retrieve your discarded panties. August lifted a heavy foot and trapped the underwear underneath his polished shoes.
“Oh no kitten. You’re gonna keep my cum in that tight little cunt of yours for the rest of the night.” You looked up at him is disbelief. “And tomorrow morning when you come in I’m gonna check and see how good you take direction.”
Lost for words you nodded in compliance.
“Yes sir.”
You slowly stood up, your legs still unsteady. Suddenly you were thankful you’d worn flats. Walker adjusted himself back into his pants and straightened his tie. You were both unsettled when your MacBook rang signifying a new text.
The illuminated screen captured both of your attentions. Of course it was from your friend Harper sending yet another raunchy message about your boss. If she only knew...
August began heading back to his own office. You caught a glimpse of your reflection in the glass windows and thanked the heavens you were the only one working in the office this late.
The heavy footsteps came to a halt as your boss stopped before the elevator. He called your name in an even voice.
You looked back at him in a daze. “Hmmm?”
“Tell your friend she can be next if she’d like.”
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Everyone we are almost to the end of this beautiful wonderful story. A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL WILL BE OVER SOON!!! And I want to say thank you everyone who reading i appreciate it also I can't be sad that this long book is almost over. In the beginning and look how far we made it through. And here it is the book cover of part 4
Part 4
Ch.36
Title: A deal with the devil
Warning: soft, emotional, smut.
Tagging: @rosegaming117 ,@spacepiratehongjoong @snailosaur @leaderienugie @immortal-imagination @truthhurts-atiny98
Today is the day I'm gonna be Mrs. Choi, when they were done putting my vail on I looked myself into my mirror and smiled until Julia came in her bridesmaid dress. Her belly is getting bigger by the minute and I'm glad she's here with me on this very special day. Well I'm glad everyone is here but most importantly my older sister, and I'm glad that she gave me her blessing. I was waiting for her blessing and finally this day I got it.
"Can't believe that, I'm getting married. Mom, your little daughter is getting married and I wish you were here as well." I smiled and bowed to the ladies who were leaving, I smiled at my wedding dress and my bouquet of red roses. "Hey, can I come in?" "Of course sis, close the door please.” She nodded and closed the door carefully then I hugged her tightly. “Thank you, thank you for giving me your blessing, big sister.” “Of course, Maria. I prefer you as a sister instead of forgive me to say her name but rather Kim Soojin. At least the Choi mansion is gonna be filled with light, and bright roses.” I hugged her carefully since she was pregnant and then smiled. “Your belly is getting big.” “Well, I am eating for two now. But I am glad wooyoung is with me on this, he and yeosang are getting the nursery room ready. They haven’t painted it because we are all waiting.” I smiled when Yeosang came in wearing a suit, for the first time ever and he was telling me. “San is taking my best friend away from me. But if he hurts you in any kind, don’t forget to tell me.” We both laughed at him flexing his muscles than I said to him. “I will tell you, Yeosang thank you for walking me down the aisle.” “Actually, I gave the job to your older brother, and I will be the ring carrier. Seonghwa is your older brother and a father to you Maria.” I hugged him and tried not to cry than Seonghwa came in. “Hey baby sis, guy’s do mind if I could say some words to my baby sister.” “Sure, come on Yeosang.” I saw my best friends leaving the room yeosang being a gentleman and helping her to walk than I looked at my brother. “Today is the day that my baby sister is growing up. I feel like a proud father. I kept my promise to mom that i would take care of you and I did.” “I love you big brother, and you're the best sibling that I ever have. Also I hope to god that you find someone who loves you, just for you.” We both stood there hugging each other as he pulled away and I locked my arm with his. “San, take good care of her. Please.” “Of course, Seonghwa and I will be together forever.” I smiled and then we prayed. “In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit, Amen. Children of god, today is a very special day for these two lovely souls. San and Maria, may i have the godparents of lace please.” We smiled when Yunho and Jongho place it around our necks and yeosang step forward with the wedding rings, and the priest blessed them, than Wooyoung and Julia step forward. For the coins to be blessed, after we said our i do’s. “I choi, San. take Maria to be my beloved wife, until love, and death tear us apart.” I smiled and then I took the ring and said. “I Park Maria, take Choi San to be my beloved husband. Until our love, and death tear us apart.” We both smiled and saw everyone smiled. Then the priest said. “If no one wants these two to get married, speak now or forever hold your peace. Then San you may kiss the bride.” When I felt his lips brushed against mine I felt heaven on earth, he grabbed my hand and went out of the church and saw everyone clapping, our friends that became our family.
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When we reach to the party we sat in our chairs and saw everyone dancing. Than we both dance happily to our song, until he was humming along with it and i told him, how much I loved him with all my heart.
“San, my love. I love you so much. You don’t have an idea of how much I love you.” “Maria, I love you more, you're my other part. I can’t believe that we are a married couple now.” I kissed him passionately and then he took me to a room and locked the door and started to attack my neck. All I could do was to moan how his tongue was nibbling on my sweet spot then he lay me down in the bed and looked at him. “I want you to be my first, San. please claim me.” “Of course Mrs. Choi, you belong to me, and this body is mine only.” I smiled than he began to remove my wedding dress, and shoes. Than he pulled away to take off he’s jacket, he tied my hands together with his belt and I could tell that lust was full of eyes and stuck his ring finger and middle finger and started to thrusted. “You like that my princess, you like your king fucking you with his fingers.” “Y-yes my king~ your Queen loves it so much. Omg f-fuck yes.” He kissed my lips again and then felt his fingers going faster. “San, fuck me with your cock. Please my king~” “my pleaser, ugh my god my Queen your tight. Your walls are clinching on my dick.making me go deeper.” He thrusted and then I moved a bit since it was my first time then he removed the belt away and clawed his bare, well toned back. He pulled out when I was about to reach my high and I felt his tongue working with my pussy. Then pulled his hair to go even deeper at this point I clinched our bed sheets. Couldn’t deal with the pleasure anymore than I came all over his mouth and licked my juices then pushed himself in and began to thrust while holding my hips. “Fuck baby, your taking my cock very well. You like it when I fuck you from behind.” “yes my king~ i'm your Queen please make me cum again.” I moved my hips on my own and moaned his name. “San, please I can’t any longer.” “Look at yourself in the mirror, while i fuck you my Queen. Shit i’m gonna come in or out.” “Cum inside of me, fill me up with your cum.” He came while kissing my shoulder and he thrusted a bit then pulled out and lay down next to me. “I love you baby, my queen, my everything.” “I love ya more, I don’t want to go back to the party.” “Same here, but our guest.” I looked at him and said. “Let’s stay like this for a bit.” “Okay my queen.” I traced my fingers in his tone abs. And smiled when he went to bed a bit, and I did too. After our nap we got cleaned up, redo my hair and make-up and walked down to greet the guest. “Welcome, thank you all of you guys for joining us on this very special day. Enjoy the drinks, food and the music guys but i will make a toast to everyone especially to my family. And I like to call Julia and Wooyoung to sing for us. “Come on love. Easy steps.” “What song do you want us to sing?” I smiled and then said. “How about everytime we touch.” “You got it.” Everyone was cheering and started to dance, when they finished we all clapped. “Bravo! You guys were amazed, your voice’s perfect sync. Thank you so much guys.” We all dance and enjoyed the night and I gotta say this was the best wedding night that I have ever had. Also having the family picture of everyone.
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20TH CENTURY Stand up and be counted / He is the one
ACTION Get back to me / Any day now
AIRSHIP Get out, take your mother with you / Gimme a can of spray paint
ALLAN McKENZIE Come With Me / Carlo's Café
ANDY FORD Groovy Kind Of Love / No Love
ANDY LLOYD Back to school / It's up to you
B.T.P. FOLDERS Radio / All of a sudden
BLANCHARD Papous / Rock And Roll Musette / Meunier, Tu Es Cocu
BOGART The Reebaneeba / Welcome To The Show
CRASH STREET KIDS LITTLE GIRLS LP
DARLING Voice on the radio / Save me
DRONES Can't see / Fooled today
DYAN DIAMOND Mystery Dance / Western Ave.
FANS You don't live here anymore / Following you
FANS Giving me that look in your eyes / Stay the night / He'll have to go
FEATURES She makes me blue / Don't let them know
FILM Kad Si Mlad / Zajedno
FLASHCUBES Wait till next week / Radio
FLASHCUBES Christi girl / Guernica / Got no mind
FLIGHT Overnight sensation / It's only money
FLIX Hitch / Beautiful Lady
FRESHIES Wrap up the rockets / Gonna get better
FRESHMEN You never heard anything like it / Bombing man
FUMBLE Rock 'N Roll School / On The Road To Fame
GIGGLES Reaching Out / Street Dancer
GRATIS Downtown / Please Call My Number
HOLLYWOOD KILLERS No joke / Butterfly
HOLLYWOOD KILLERS Butterfly / Killer wail
HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM Another bottle of wine / 2.25
JET My River / Quandry
KENJI SAWADA Rock'n'Roll child / You're my life
KEVIN SHORT AND HIS PRIVATES Punk strut / Short cut
KIDS Mercy, Mercy / Who knows what's gonna come
KIDS Fooling Yourself / Pull Me Up
KLANG THE POP THEORY LP
LAUGHING APPLE Participate ! / Wouldn't you ?
LEESON & VALE Under my skin / Rock and roll driver
LEESON & VALE Like a good girl should / Mankiller
MARK ANDREWS AND THE GENTS BIG BOY LP
MARSHALL CRENSHAW Something's Gonna Happen / She Can't Dance
MENACE Last year's youth / Carry no brain
MICK FLINN BAND Doin' it right / Do what you wanna do
MOTELS Days Are OK / Slow Town
NERVE SENTA S/T LP
NERVE SENTA I'm Alright / No One But You
NEW ENGLAND Puny undernourished kid / Shoot
NEWCOMERS Try baby try / Come and Go
NEWS Interrail / En Dröm I Natt
NEWS Magiska Spel / In The City
NRBQ Ridin' In My Car / Do The Bump
NUMBERS Stand Up And Shout / Trigger Fingers
OTT Standing In The Shadows / Find My Way
PEARLS Guilty / I'll say it over again
PIERO Quelle Époque Épique Et Punk / J'ai Un Baobab Dans La Main
PLEASERS A girl I know / Don't go breaking my heart
POLICE Fall out / Nothing achieving
POLLY BROWNE Precious to me / Never dared to love
POP Wait a minute / Love is still ours
PORK DUKES Telephone masturbator / Melody makers
PORK DUKES Making bacon / Tight pussy 12"
POSITIVE SIGNALS / STRAND POSITIVE SIGNALS : Media man / Only for a day
STRAND : Here today , gone tomorrow / Changing world
PROMISES Let's Get Back Together / Coffee Shop
PUBLIC ZONE Naive / Innocence
PVC2 Put you in the picture / Deranged demented & free / Pain
SANDY Bright lights / So hard to say goodbye
SCREEN GEMZ I just can't stand cars / Teenage teenage
SEARCHERS Love's melody / Changing
SENDERS The living end / No more foolin'
SLACK ALICE Put me on the railroad / Mr. Sharpshooter
SLEEPERS Island Of Dreams / No title
SLIME Controversial / Loony
SMITH Here comes my baby / Just another line / Too Late
SNIVELLING SHITS Treminal stupid / I can't come
SPLASH Fear no evil / Give me your body
SPLASH Modern Women / Hypnotised
STARTOON Rockin' On The Bowery / Rockin' On The Bowery
STRAIGHT UP Lucky Spin / Crazy Dream
STUKAS Klean living kids / Oh little girl
SUBS Gimme your heart / Party clothes
TALKIES I Fell In Love Last Night / Foreign Legion
TEENAGE FILMSTARS I helped Patrick McGoohan escape / We're not sorry
TEENAGER Birthday / Would you mind
TICKETS She got away / Yesterday's girl
VALVES Robot love / For adolfs only
VAN DUREN ARE YOU SERIOUS ? LP
VICTIMIZE Baby buyer / High rising failure
VINCE CADILLAC MODERN BOY LP
WHITE HEAT Nervous breakdown / Sammy sez
WICKED LADY Plastic Queen / Play The Game
WITSON GREEN Call me a dreamer / All day in love
X-DEFEKTORS Why Free M.H. / Hammer And The Gun / Ich Bin Ein Berliner / Agent Orange
YIPES! A BIT IRRATIONAL LP
YOUNG LOVE Doing It The English Way ! / Easy To Do It To
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(l-r) Tony Shalhoub and Katrina Lenk in The Band’s Visit
Jitney
Sweeney Todd
Michelle Wilson and Johanna Day
For all the Broadway box office records set in 2017, the year in New York theater felt tentative, in transition, as if both theater artists and audiences were trying to figure out how to deal with the changed, and charged, political landscape. Some shows offered the escapist route, like Hello, Dolly with Bette Midler or SpongeBob SquarePants; these crowd pleasers generally didn’t please me enough to include in my top ten. Other shows went in the opposite direction, offering some form of social or political engagement. With one exception (see below), the less satisfying of these dealt directly with politics or political activism in the narrow sense (The Parisian Woman or Michael Moore’s The Terms of My Surrender) or previewed a political apocalypse (1984.) Many of my favorites of 2017 paint a realistic picture of people fighting against a sense of hopelessness; but in telling their stories, the shows paradoxically provide us with a sense of hope – and sometimes a blueprint for action. Theater at its best can function as both a place of refuge and a resource.
The choices below are personal favorites; the ranking is somewhat arbitrary.
1. The Band’s Visit
The plot of this delicate adaptation of an indie Israeli film by Eran Kolirin hardly seems the stuff of Broadway musicals: An Egyptian police band gets lost on its way to performing at an Arab cultural center in Israel, and winds up spending a single night in an isolated desert town; one of the best songs is “Welcome to Nowhere.” But this show, which transferred this year from Off-Broadway, hits the spot thanks to David Yazbek’s exquisite Middle Eastern score and delicious lyrics, a spot-on cast led by the incomparable Tony Shalhoub and Katrina Lenk, and a book by Itamar Moses that’s both doleful and droll. We fall in love with the characters, almost all of whom harbor an underlying sadness.
2. Jitney
“Jitney” was the last play to make it to Broadway from August Wilson’s celebrated 10-play American Century cycle, 11 years after his death. In Wilson’s 1979 play, which takes place in 1977 in a gypsy cab station in the Hill District of Pittsburgh, we get to know the drivers, their passengers, and their family members. Some feel trapped; some, defeated. But each has a story to tell, and a full life of faults and wisdom and talents that Wilson presents with humor and empathy. The production directed by Ruben Santiago-Hudson, presented ensemble acting at its best.
3. Sweeney Todd
The Tooting Arts Club’s production of Stephen Sondheim and Hugh Wheeler’s glorious murderous musical began in 2014 in Harrington’s, one of London’s oldest working pie shops, and made the trans-Atlantic voyage intact, setting up in an impressively detailed replica of Harrington’s constructed at Barrow Street theater. I hesitate to include this Sweeney Todd in my top ten of 2017, because I loved the original cast, but made the mistake of seeing it a second time, with its current replacement cast, and didn’t love it anywhere near as much. Still, you can’t take away my memory of the first eight-member cast, especially Jeremy Secomb as Sweeney Todd, Sibohan McArthy as Mrs. Lovett and Matt Doyle as Anthony Hope, as they performed atop the tables inches from the audience, or sat alongside us on the benches
4. Burning Doors
“Burning Doors” was Belarus Free Theatre’s latest arresting play about state-sponsored injustice, and the art of resisting it. A troupe banned in their home country, but continuing to perform there underground, Belarus Free Theatre mixes activism and artistry in a way that frankly puts to shame most American theater’s efforts at doing the same. As with their previous work, “Burning Doors” told real stories, naming names – this time including the story of the activism and repression of the Russian activist performance artists Pussy Riot, re-enacted by a prominent member of Pussy Riot, Maria Alyokhina — presented with inventive and athletic theatricality.
5. Indecent
A behind-the-scenes look at an all-Jewish, lesbian-themed drama at the dawn of the 20th century that led to a criminal prosecution, Indecent is both a fascinating history lesson written by Pulitzer-winning Paul Vogel, and a cleverly staged entertainment directed by Rebecca Taichman.
This was in my top 10 last year as well, when it debuted Off-Broadway. It transferred to Broadway in April of this year – marking Vogel’s Broadway debut – but lasted only four months. I suspect this haunting play will live on.
6. Sweat
Like Grapes of Wrath, Lynn Nottage’s “Sweat” offers a devastating look at social and economic breakdown, told not with rants or statistics, but through a riveting tale about good people in a bad situation. The characters in “Sweat” hang out in a bar in Reading, Pennsylvania, which 2010 U.S. Census data identified as the poorest city in America.
Everything clicked for me in the Public Theater production of this play in 2016, and I listed it in the top 10 of 2016. As with Indecent, its transfer to Broadway in the Spring apparently didn’t click with the theater-buying public; it closed after some three months, even though it had won the 2017 Pulitzer Prize for Drama.
It’s worth noting that Nottage, who spent much time doing research in Reading, continues her presence in that city, developing a site-specific installation in the abandoned Reading Railroad Station, entitled “Out/Let,” to engage the diverse and divided communities of the city in dialogue,
7. Latin History for Morons
The ushers are wearing “Ghetto Scholar” sweatshirts in Studio 54, where for his sixth solo show John Leguizamo stands in front of a blackboard and lectures on the history, politics, culture and demographics of the 70 million Latinos in the United States. But Leguizamo is too much of an anarchic comic spirit, master mimic and candid memoirist to be merely erudite. “Latin History for Morons” exists on three planes – fascinating nuggets of actual history mixed with political commentary, eclectic comic shtick, and a funny, tender story of the performer’s efforts to connect with his family. “Latin History for Morons” suggests a potentially new and exciting direction in Leguizamo’s theatrical work.
8. A Doll’s House, Part 2
Laurie Metcal, Jayne Houdyshell, Condola Rashad, Chris Cooper in A Doll’s House, Part 2
A quartet of fine performances help elevated this play by Lucas Hnath to something more than just a sequel to Ibsen’s drama: Laurie Metcalf was the fifteenth actress since 1889 to portray Nora Helmer on Broadway, who slams the door on her husband and three children. But she was the first Nora to knock on that door 15 years later. The play is clever, and surprisingly amusing, but it is also thought-provoking: The characters’ conversations amount to a spirited and intriguing debate about the institution of marriage. Would it be a stretch to argue that, opening six months before the birth of the #metoo movement, the depiction of the unequal, unfair relationship between the sexes wound up being prescient?
9. K-Pop
Katie Lee Hill, Deborah Kim, Sun Hye Park, Julia Abueva, Cathy Ang, Susannah Kim
K-Pop was wildly (and loudly) entertaining, offering the audience a pretend-tour of a Korean pop music factory, which included mini-concerts at the beginning and the end, and energetic performances throughout, by credible and incredibly talented Korean pop stars, though wholly created (a la The Monkees) just for this show. If the dramatic scenes in K-Pop could have been better, I pick the show for my top 10 to represent the increasing number and variety of immersive theater, which has from a trend into a genre, which continues to innovate.
10.Antigone in Ferguson and Oedipus El Rey
I save these two for last, but in some ways, they are the most exciting of the theater I saw in 2017. Both productions adapted Greek tragedies written by Sophocles 2,500 years old in ways that make them more timely and relevant than almost anything else on any stage anywhere.
Oedipus El Rey was Luis Alfaro’s modern adaptation of Oedipus Rex, set in the Chicano barrio of South Central Los Angeles. It was an intense, visceral production, brutal and direct, but also graphically sensuous and oddly tender. It made a startling connection between how the Ancient Greeks viewed their fate and many Latinos view their future.
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“Antigone in Ferguson” was performed by stars of the HBO TV series “The Wire,” backed by a gospel chorus made up of residents and activists from Ferguson, Missouri, some of whom knew Michael Brown, the teenager killed by a police officer in 2014. The production was an adaptation written and produced by Bryan Doerries, the artistic director of Theater of War Productions, a theater company he launched eight years ago to use plays to help speciic audiences grapple with trauma. Originally presented in Ferguson, “Antigone in Ferguson” was presented for one night only in basketball court in the shadow of the Howard public housing projects in Brownsville, Brooklyn, to an audience touched by violence. The conversation afterward was vibrant, intelligent and moving. It gave me a new understanding of the tragedy – and of theater.
Top 10 New York Theater in 2017 To Be Grateful For For all the Broadway box office records set in 2017, the year in New York theater felt tentative, in transition, as if both theater artists and audiences were trying to figure out how to deal with the changed, and charged, political landscape.
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