#//eh sure i'll shove this in there for now

[mechahero]

//lambda post

[fluffylino]

pussy agenda with hyunjin

-contains mature themes

he can't keep his hands to himself.

doesn't really have to be sexual. but likes to shove his hand down your pants to cup your mound with his hand.

it could be at any time of the day.

regardless of whether you were sitting on the couch. or standing in the kitchen. or doing anything really.

you've gotten so used to it, it doesn't even bother you.

its so casual.

like you'd be telling him about how you read some weirdly interesting article. and he'd lazily walk over to you. listening and acknowledging everything you said.

but his hand had a mind of its own. slipping in your pants, to feel your warm cunt. middle finger running along your slit. before he takes his hand out and continues talking.

there are days when he'll purposely tease you. digging his fingers just a bit in. a small smile on his face when he feels you throb. making you make a startled noise. leaving you wet and swollen.

especially after he gets home from practice. hooking his chin on your shoulder. his left hand kneading your boob and his right hand in your pants.

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shaving as well.

once, you had forgotten to lock the bathroom door. not like you even had to. the two of you were more than comfortable.

neck aching as you made sure you didn't miss any spots. your leg raised up on the sink counter. razor still in your hand while you shaved.

you had finished with your legs and arms. and now, (as hyunjin would say) your most delicate part remained.

you groaned. jumping a bit as your eyes met with a nonchalant hyunjin. who was leaning against the door frame, hand still resting on the door knob.

"need help?"

your cheeks flushing at his outrageous question. not to mention you were half naked. you needed help. and you trusted him. but it was more because your legs ached.

"i'll help you shave" he admitted, walking in. closing the door behind him.

and he indeed did.

"you don't need to shave by the way" he reassured.

"i'd eat your precious cunt regardless" such a casual statement to make. while keeping your legs open.

"careful" you mumbled, eyes cast down to where he was kneeling down. spreading your pussy lips apart.

as if he was inspecting your folds. gentle with each stroke of the razor.

"i know. baby's delicate pussy is very sensitive" hyunjin muttered, biting his lip as he concentrated on the task at hand. eyes fixed on your pussy. it made you feel very...exposed and maybe a bit turned on. his warm breath making you feel even hotter.

and after he's done.

he kisses it. working his way up.

"gonna have my fun with you later"  pressing his cushioney lips to your freshly shaven pussy. it was almost like he was letting your pussy know well in advance.

and pulling away with accomplishment written all over his face.

cause now you were getting wet.

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or if he's driving. (like in the recent skz code). he'd be holding the steering wheel with his left hand. his right hand intertwined with yours.

slowly getting carried away.

till his fingers are teasing your slit. rubbing against it and pressing the pads of his index into your pussy. and pulling out. and doing it all over again.

never actually pushing all the way in.

keeping his finger pressed between your folds. almost like he's having his own fun while you're squirming and closing your legs around his hand.

he's focused on driving, reading the sign boards. even asking you if you're hungry. acting normal as though his hand isn't shoved down your panties. but as i mentioned. his fingers are on auto pilot.

in conclusion,

hyunjin would do anything for your pussy. even if that includes fleeting touches.

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did you like it ehe.......

[messenger-of-babel]

Family Resemblance

Summary: You turn up on the doorstep of Wayne Manor, pleading for your brother to let you in. (Damian Wayne x sis!reader)

Word Count: 2.5K

Notes: I originally had the Harley fic for today but I can't find it??? So ofc I did what I did best and wrote an entirely new one for today. Pivoted hard too smh. I hope people enjoy it! First Damian fic for this site so I'm still getting his personality down. Hope that people enjoy him regardless, and sorry to anyone who actually checked ahead and wanted the Harley one, I'll throw it on my blog after Angstober when I find it. Much Love~! xx

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If Damian Wayne was a spitting image of Bruce, then your mannerisms were exactly the same as Thalia's.

He had inherited the black hair and facial features of his father, something that rich Gothamites liked to point out at the galas repeatedly. However the way you held yourself on the doorstep, the tilt of your head and the shimmer in your eyes were anything but Bruce's. If he hadn't known better, he could have sworn that it was Thalia herself standing there.

"What do you want?" he asked coarsely, untrusting. His eyes flicker over you, the way your eyes are rimmed and puffy, and the frown on your face. He blocks the entrance with his body, half a mind to leave you on the doorstep.

"It's been so long since we saw each other, Damian." you say softly, frown deepening. "I thought you might be happy to see me."

He scoffs. "You're still an agent of the League." he responds. "I doubt this is a personal call."

"Well, you better believe it." you say firmly, arms hugging your side. "I'm here to request protection."

His eyebrows shoot upwards at that, leaning on the doorframe. "Yeah, right." his says, tone disbelieving. "You, a fully trained assassin, can't take care of herself? I didn't realise the League had gotten so weak in recent days."

You bristle at that, the way that you tighten your hold and your jaw, but you just turn your head away and do not say anything. Damian remembered you as a spitfire, although you both were much younger then. You had a fiercely competitive spirit, and he would frequently catch you training to surpass him. Now you were taller, facial features a little more defined. Your hair was a little different, but still the same colour he remembered. What made him suspicious however was that the pride you usually had, the sheer arrogance that came with being the grandchild of Ras Ah Ghul, was diminished. He had never seen you hang your head outside of being scolded or disciplined by the League, and he hadn't expected to see it on the doorstep of Wayne manor of all things.

"Damian, please." you say with a sigh, shaking your head in defeat. "I have nowhere to go."

He sighs but tosses his head. Sure, you were his twin, his sister, but his gut won out. "I can't let you in." he says, frowning. "The League will be mad if they know you're here. You should go home before mother finds out, if she hasn't already."

He goes to close the door, but you block it with your foot.

"I'm running from them!" you shout, eyes glossing over as you press against the door, fighting to get it open. "They're going to kill me, please Damian, please! Mother, the League, they're going to kill me." you cry, sticking an arm though the crack you've managed to hold open.

"Just what is happening here?" Comes a stern voice, followed by the clipping of dress shoes. Damian turns to see Alfred, a frown pulled over the elderly man's face. With the moment of distraction you shove the door forward, throwing Damian off balance and eh stumbles away from the door. Now that it's fully open you rush through, the tears that were brewing now dripping from the corner of your eyes.

"You have to help me." you say, lips trembling and gaze fitting between your brother and the elderly man. Alfred looks between you and Damian, who's rolling his eyes. "Don't believe them." he scoffs. Alfred looks at him with a disappointed look.

"And what makes you say that, Master Damian?"

"Because she's my sister." he huffs, pushing off from rocking on his heels. "And like our mother, she's a liar."

Alfred looks down at him in shock before turning back to you and gently grabbing your arm. He sends a pointed look to Damian. "Go fetch your father, he is in his office this evening." he says, making Damian narrow his eyes.

"You cannot be serious."

Alfred meets his stare, managing to get Damian to look away first. "I think if he has another child, he deserves to know." he says haughtily, before his face warms looking back to you. "Let's get you settled with a nice cup of tea, and you can let me know what's brought you here today, hm?" he says, making a smile ripple across your face.

"I'd like that." your sniffle, rubbing at your nose. As Alfred leads you away you send a hopeful stare to your brother, who responds with a glare before he turns on his heel.

Alfred entertains you until a man comes into the living room, well dressed but eyes are tired and lined with bags. Damian trails behind him, matching the clipped step of the older man. You meet the eyes of the man you know as Bruce Wayne, rising to your feet and giving him a slight bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you." you say softly, eyes hesitant as you look at him. A smile falls across Bruce’s face, and he crouches to your height.

"No need for formality. Damian tells me you’re his sister, is that right?" he asks softly. You study his face, and you can see your brother in his features, the lines of his chin and nose. The same black hair, same one-sided grin that falls to the left.

"That's correct, sir." you say politely. "We're twins."

Bruce hums, standing up and walking to one side of the couch to settle. "I assume you know that I'm your father then too?" he asks, and you can see in his body language that he's preparing for the chance that you weren't aware.

"I know." you say softly. "Mother told me when we sent Damian away."

You see how his eyes darken when you mention Thalia, knuckles coming up for his teeth to scrape against. Then he hums, and the hesitance that was around him fades. "Damian also tells me that you're also a part of the League." The warmth that he was holding flickers away for a brief second, and you can see the eyes of Batman studying you, even without the cowl.

You nod. "Yes sir." you say, eyes filling up once more. "I was being trained alongside Damian, and mother continued after he left. However, I made her angry, well, not her exactly..." you trail off. "I made grandfather angry."

Bruce leans forward onto his knees, and Damian sends you a quizzical glance from your peripheral vision. "You mean Ras?" he asks.

You nod, wiping your tears with your fingers before Alfred offers you the handkerchief from his pocket.

"I wanted to prove myself, but when it came to it, to having to kill someone..." you take a shaky breath. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't do something that awful. I realised that killing senselessly wasn't going to fix the world. When I refused, Grandfather chased me out. Even mother." your hands shaky as you cry into the handkerchief. "The League is hunting me, and there's never been anyone who's ever escaped their grasp. Except one." you raise your head up, eyes glistening.

"That's why I need your help." you whisper. "I know I had to find my father."

Damian makes a noise of disgust, drawing all sets of eyes to him. He comes forward, arms crossed. "You really believe her?" he asks incredulously, a hand thrown your way in distaste. "She's clearly lying."

"Damian," Bruce warns.

"No, father." he snaps back, eyes narrowing as he looks at you. "I don't know what you want, sister, but you're a liar. You've killed before. We both have, as soon as we could hold a weapon."

"But I realise it was wrong now!" you protest.” I realised that I have a choice, and I could start making my own decisions. I didn't need to kill."

"Bullshit, plus he's not your father-"

"Damian." Bruce calls, voice heavy and stern. His handsome face is sending a glare to Damian, not backing down when the boy sends once back. "That's enough."

Alfred grabs the young boy's arm, making him sit down on the couch opposite you. You turn your eyes back towards Bruce. "Please," you plead, and the older man sighs. "I don't have anywhere else to run."

Bruce wipes a hand over his face before signalling to Alfred. "Give us a moment, sweetheart." he says, standing and placing a warm hand on your shoulder. "We'll work something out, just give us a second to discuss." He sends you a smile as he and the older man leave the room, headed up the stairs, likely to his study.

That left the both of you in a room together.

It's tense between you two, and the way Damian refuses to look at you doesn't make it better. "Damian, please look at me." you say softly. "Do you really hate me that much?" you begin to cry, trying to keep the sounds sealed behind your lips. That makes Damian break, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"We aren't children anymore." he chides. "Stop crying."

"Sorry Dami." you sniffle, biting your lip. You look over to your brother, fidgeting in your spot and itching to get closer to him. however, you could tell through the body language of the young boy, that he was already closer to you than he'd like.

When you call him that nickname, he lets his shoulders sag. If he was completely honest with his feelings, he would tell you deep down that he did miss you, that he had thought of you the first time he had moved into the manor.

You were twins and were raised together, always together. You slept in the same rooms, you sparred together, you ate together, you did tasks for the League together. Leaving and going to Bruce was the first time he had ever been apart from you, and he could still recall the way you waved goodbye at him sadly when mother had taken his hand and told him he was going to carry out something important.

He had never seen you since, until now.

"I really missed you, Damian." you sniffle, giving him a hopeful smile. "I wanted my brother back. it was so lonely, so so lonely without you. I had no one to spar with, and Mother never let me see you."

"I... missed you too." he huffs out, arms crossing over his chest and your eyes brighten.

"Really?" you ask, voice hopeful. You cast a quick look the way the two older men went before standing up, hands nervously clasped in front of you. "Can I ...Can I hug you again?" your voice wavers, shaking slightly. Damian softens for only a fraction.

Just once, he'd let you hug him like before, and then you would be gone.

Out of his hair. Back to Thalia.

"Just once." he finally concedes as you come over, and he awkwardly holds his arms out once he’d stood up. When he looks down at you and your eyes meet his, he sees his twin sister from those years ago that followed him like a shadow. He saw the traces of your smile that stayed the same, the same way that mother smiled, just a tinge sweeter. However, as your arms wrapped around him and then tightened, he remembered the first thought he had when seeing you again on the doorstep, and his breath catches slightly.

Damian was a spitting image of Bruce, but you were still a mini Thalia.

He can't even push you away when he feels the shooting pain in his back, crying out before your hand clamps over his mouth to muffle the sound.

Your smile, like Thalia's, except coated in a much sweeter poison. Your eyes that were leaking tears so heavily before now cold and scornful.

Damian feels his body drop to the floor, or more accurately, he’s unable to feel his body.

There's a tingle that starts in his fingers and toes but goes up past his arms, limbs not moving when he tries to, mouth not moving in the right shape to form words. "You were so close, brother." you hum, looking down at him crumpled on the floor. The feeling of wetness begins creeping across his back into the shirt he wore, and he knows that it's most likely his blood staining his shirt. "It seems that mother was right, spending time with father has made you soft."

"Why?" he croaks out, trying to crane his head upwards weakly. His face is pressed into the carpet, and he only manages to turn it slightly.

"Because everyone loves you." you spit, and he grows confused. "Because even though you're here, and I'm still there," you hiss, waving the blade you had concealed in your sleeve, "Grandfather still wants you to be the Demons Head. The same way that he wanted father to be his predecessor. Even though I've killed, razed cities, hunted criminals just to show him how much more capable I was than you."

Your words drip with a cold malice, a cruel flicker of your lips pulling in a grin. "But you are right. Mother doesn't know that I'm out. She would forbid me from killing you, but it isn't her decision." you say with a roll of your eyes, as if this situation was all too regular for you. Damian's vision is beginning to grow blurry, the ache turning into a sting and finally a burn that began consuming his back. He groans in pain, the wound angry and he shifts it slightly.

"Now they'll finally see." you say, voice wavering. tears spring back to your eyes, and he can tell that these ones are real this time. You clean the knife with the handkerchief before dropping it in front of his face, the embroidered 'A. P' catching his eye on the blood-soaked cloth.

"I'll be the head of the League that you never deserved to be, the head that people fail to see that I can be."

You storm away from the scene, footsteps light before you turn around. "Goodbye, Damian." you say softly, before you melt into the shadows and he can no longer see you. The logical part of his brain yells at him to slow his breathing to slow the loss of blood and your poison. It screams at him, knowing he should have never gotten caught off guard in the first place. Yet as you walk away, his brain can only conjure the image of the little girl he used to share a room with, who got scared of the dark at night. The same girl who'd steal the things he hated off his plate at mealtime, so he didn't have to eat them.

Even as he slipped into unconsciousness, the sound of alarmed yelling far away ringing in his ears, all he could think about was the young girl he left behind one too many years ago. The young girl who had grown into Thalia faster than he had grown into Bruce.

[thatoneoverlyhornybitch]

Daddy's home🗣 | Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

Warnings: just shameless smut, porn no plot, submissive reader, dom gojo, fingering,creampie, oral(f&mrecieving), deepthroat, facefucking, throatfucking, some degradation kinda, praise, HEAVY BREEDING KINKK

(A/n): this does not have a daddy kink sorry if thats disappointing lol i'm not comfy with that but I'm sure yk why it's named that🖤

"Hnnn~ T-toru, have I ever mentioned how... how long your fingers are?" You questioned, whining loudly despite yourself. He just chuckled in response and placed a hot kiss on your lips, tongue immediately darting for yours in a few wet sloppy mess. You practically mewled into him, pressing your core flush with his palm as his long, thin pretty finger reached places you hadn't known were there and it had you seeing stars.

"Ya feel how wet you are just from my fingers, mmmm sweetheart?" He aaked mockingly, smirking into your eyes with his pure blue eye gazing into you. You felt the urge to sink into him and never leave, his cock buried in you pumping you full of his hot steamy cum, load after load after load, no doubt knocking you up. You didn't mind the thought of that however, a family, with this gorgeous man you desperately wanted to be bred by. "I can tell what you're thinking of you little slut, and I like it, but thats for later, don't worry I'll pump you full of my babies sweetheart."

You whimpered at his words but nodded, whining as he pumped his fingers harder into you, before suddenly taking them out, leaving you empty. You whine at the loss, wanting to feel full.

He, however, surprises you, by placing his mouth on your folds, tongue diving through, licking all-over. He applied suction to your clit, finally wrapping his tongue around the little nub and rubbing, hard. You squealed with pleasure, immediately feeling that knot in your stomach preparing to unravel, though the pleasure was so intense and overwhelming, a pressure began to form as you finally reached climax on the white-haired sorcerer's long skilled tongue, squirting all over his face.

He groaned in satisfaction at having made you squirt, he grins, a cocky look on his face. "You taste so sweet, so wet and slutty, but sweet. I'll need you for my desert from now on, eh?" You whine, nodding in agreement, loving the idea of him devouring you once more. "Now, get on your knees."

You oblige, no question, immediately opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out, knowing he wanted to shove his cock down your tight throat. "Good girl, take it just like you always do." His cock slips past your lips, he immediately forces his hands through your hair and shoves as much of his cock as he can in to your mouth, hitting the back of your throat you gag a bit , but still tilt your head to give him access to your throat. He moans, and quickly shoves his cock roughly down your throat, thrusting hard and fast, seeking his own orgasm.

As he approaches his climax he pulls his cock partially out of your mouth, whimpering a bit. "Please, use your tongue, i want to finish on your cute little tongue honey." You whine immediately putting your tongue to work, getting him to his orgasm in seconds as he facefucks you while you caress his cock with your tongue. You gulp his seed down, making sure to not waste a single bit as it hit your tongue.

"Finally time for the main course, get on all fours, I'm going to shove my cock in that wet cunt of yours." He states boldly, long, thick and hard cock already in his hands. You get into position, spreading your folds to give him clear entry, gaining a good girl for your deed. He presses his tip to your entrance, looking to you just to make sure you're ready, you nod, touched by the act. He then roughly shoves ALL of him into you, balls hitting your ass, you squealed, clenching hard around the incredibly large cock, he had to be around 9 inches.

His thrusts were hard and quick, filling you entirely, your next orgasm already approaching. He groaned as you clenched around him again, ehining and writhing as you came around his cock, still pounding away at you, overstimulating you intensely and your eyes rolled back. "Stay with me now baby, gotta let you watch as I pump you full of my kids. You're gonna look so cute all swolen and plump with my babies~mmm gonna stuff you full of them..." He trailed off as his own orgasm approached, his toes curling as he gave one final thrust deep into your pussy.

You could feel the hot spurts of his seed filling you, you giggled happy he was finally breeding you perfectly. "Again, mm Satoru?" You asked, hoping he understood what you meant. He smiled, beginning you thrust right back into you, fucking his cum deep into you. "I never said we were done anyway, gonna pump you until you're overflowing and I know you'll get knocked up."

You somehow don't mind that at all. 🖤

[howi99]

Prince of Vale part 1

Yang: *sigh* Why are we in detention... Again?

Weiss: *side eying Blake* Because someone decided to run head-first into a major heist!

Blake: *rolling her eyes* How was i supposed to know they wouldn't surrender on the spot?

Weiss: *bewildered* You.... You are joking, i hope? Or else, i'd think even Jaune would be brighter than you.

Blake: *sigh* Yes, i am. *Crossing her arms behind her head, looking up* But i wasn't expecting it to go south that badly.

Ruby: *reading the newspaper, at first out of boredom but now completely focused* Speaking of Jaune, did any of you knew that he's basically a prince?

Weiss: *looking at Yang, not believing her* What are you on about? That baffoon can't even speak properly and has no manners. You can't seriously believe- *get shoved the newspaper in her face* Hey!

Ruby: *point at the article* I'm not joking. Page 21, "the only son of the Valois, a branch of the old royal family, returned to Vale as a huntsman-in-training". It even says that they still own a majority of the lands south and east of Vale.

Weiss: *taking the newspaper, beginning to read aloud* Yesterday, the only remaining branch of the royal family with a claim on the throne announced that... *Blink* that... *Put the newspaper down, goes to her end table to pick up reading glasses then take back the journal* ... IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE!?

Yang: *looking over her shoulder, reading* Oh? Oh! *Devious smile* Oh oh oh damn! *Look at Ruby* that's for real!?

Ruby: *nods* Hm!

Blake: ... What's going on?

Weiss: *not calm at all* What's going on? WHAT'S GOING ON!? THAT DULL IMBECILE IS THE NEXT IN LANE TO THE THRONE! HE'S GOING TO BE KING NEXT YEAR!

Blake: *takes the newspaper from her* That can't be right... *Read in silence* ... Hm. *Look up* Well, congratulations Weiss, you insulted and spate on the kindness of the soon-to-be king of Vale.

Yang: *crossing her arms with a grin* So, remember all these times you said he was just after your name?

Weiss: That doesn't change anything! And how was i supposed to know he was a Vallois!?

Blake: Well, the article does say he was hidden and sheltered almost all his life, due to the family not wanting him to be distracted from his noble duties.

Weiss: *blanching* Oh god... That's why he's so inept with social interaction!?

Yang: *nods* Yep. *Place her hand on Weiss shoulder* Ice queen, you insulted and denigrated someone who basically just began learning about socialising.

Blake: *look surprised, then worried*

Ruby: *looking at Blake* What's wrong?

Blake: ... Ruby, Did you read the end of the article?

Ruby: *shaking her head* No. I was to excited to share the news, why?

Blake: The reason Jaune is getting the throne... His mother... *She stop talking*

Ruby: *realising what Blake was going to say, hurriedly rush out of the room*

Yang: *Knowing full well the look on Blake's face* Shit. *Goes after Ruby*

Weiss: *clueless, take the newspaper* What's wrong with her? *Read, then freeze up* Oh god... That's... That's horrible...

Blake: *nod* Yeah...

Meanwhile, in the cafeteria

Jaune: *reading the newspaper* ...

Nora: *stuffed with pancakes* Ah~ *sees Jaune getting up* Jaune Jaune? Where are you going?

Jaune: *stop for a second, then smile at Nora* Oh nothing, i just... Want to go for a walk. I shouldn't be long.

Pyrrha: *looking at him, perplexed* Really? But, you said you couldn't feel your legs because of training. You sure you will be fine?

Jaune: *laughing* I was just exaggerating, Pyrrha. Beside, it's not like i can slack off, right.

Pyrrha: Do you want some company? I just finished and i could for a little run

Jaune: *shaking his head* Nah, i'll be fine. I won't ask you to sacrifice your morning for me.

Pyrrha: *sigh* As if spending time with my partner would be a sacrifice. You really should work on your self esteem, you know?

Jaune: Eh eh, sorry. *Takes the newspaper with him* see you both later! *Leave*

Nora: *seeing him go* Something is off.

Pyrrha: *nod* Yeah. I know what i made him do yesterday and he should be crying in pain at every step. Heck, i'm still sore myself.

Nora: You know, you really sounds like you are fucking.

Pyrrha: *sigh* Nora, we both know i wished it was the case.

Nora: *chuckle* Eh, true... But seriously, he looked... Sad.

Pyrrha: I know... Should we follow him?

???: I wouldn't do that if i were you.

Pyrrha: *turning to see Ren* Why's that?

Ren: *sit down with them* He asked to be left alone. The best we can do is to follow his wish.

Nora: If you say so.

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Jaune: *sigh, tired, as he is sitting next to the fountain* ... *See two black boots with red laces* ... *Looks up, seeing a familiar pair of silver eyes reflecting his own eyes* ... Leave me alone...

Ruby: *silently sit next to him, not saying anything* ...

Jaune: ... *Looking at the horizon* ...

Ruby: *doing the same* ...

Jaune: ... *Close his eyes* I've always wanted to be a hero. Be there for others, always with a smile... *Chuckle* my mom thought it was stupid, that i would better serve the kingdom as a ruler. *His fist clench* I never wanted to be a prince. I wanted to be like my dad, an Arc... That's the last thing i said to her, when i left. *Shaking his head* Can you imagine? I spat on everything she ever did for me, even though i know she loved me and my sisters more than anything. And all of this for what? I'm no hero, no huntsman, no nothing.

Ruby: *looking at Jaune, seeing tears running down his face* ... *She gets closer to him, now shoulder to shoulder*

Jaune: ... She was sick when i left. And i didn't even saw it. I never asked why she was tired all the time, or why she looked so sad when she was with us... I... *Shaky breath* I even refused her parting gift. The one she made for me, even after all i had said and done.... I... *Tries to wipe away his tears with his hands, failing* I... *Sobbing* I should have been the one dying... *Cry* I'm so sorry....

Ruby: *hug him* Don't say that... *Hug him harder* Never say things like that...

Jaune: *trying to get out of the hug, still crying* I'm a monster! I said all those things, i refused to listen! How *sob* how could you understand!?

Ruby: I can't! *She looks at him, tears in her eyes* When my mom died, the last thing i said to her was goodnight, so i can't understand what you are feeling!

Jaune: *still trying to get rid of her hug* THEN WHY? WHY SHOULD I LIVE? I DIDN'T CARE FOR HER! SHE WAS DYING IN FRONT OF ME AND I DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT!

Ruby: *tightening her grip* BECAUSE YOU CARED! YOU CARED SO MUCH THAT YOU WOULD DIE FOR HER AND THAT, BOTH ME AND MY SISTER KNOW HOW IT FEELS!

Jaune: *weakening his attempts* B-but all i said... All these mean things-

Ruby: *now crying as much as him* YOU THINK I NEVER WAS MAD WITH MY FATHER? WITH MY SISTER? *Sobbing, her voice trembling* WE.... We are teens! We are stupid, brash and our mouths are full of... Of shit!

Jaune: Bu-

Ruby:NO! NO BUT! *Pleading look* Please! You know she wouldn't want that!

Jaune: *looking down, still sobbing* I... I know she wouldn't want that. *Sob* I know she would prefer that i laugh and smile but... It's so hard.

Ruby: *placing her forehead on his* I know it's hard... I know it will never be the same... But... *sobbing* You are my best friend... And... I won't let you go. Never ever.

Jaune: *hugging Ruby back* Ruby...

Ruby: *sob* So! I want you to promise me to never say that again!

Jaune: W-what? Why?

Ruby: *sad smile* You said an Arc never goes back on a promise. S-so...

Jaune: ... *Sigh* I can't promise you that Ruby...

Ruby: *hugging him harder* ...

Jaune: ... But i can try. *Shake his head* no... I will try.

Ruby: *looking into Jaune's eyes* Can you promise that?

Jaune: *calming down, weakly laughing* Yes, i promise i will try my best, Ruby.

Ruby: Arc promise?

Jaune: *nod* Arc promise.

???: *coughing* So... Should i call dad and tell him you two are finally dating or?

Ruby and Jaune: *both look up, seeing Yang and the rest of team JNPR*

Yang: *looking at them, smiling gently* Are you ok? Both of you?

Jaune: *nod* I'll manage... *Look at Ruby*

Ruby: yeah, *nod* i'm ok.

Yang: *nod* Ok good. *Grin* But my question still stands, since you both seem glued together.

Ruby and Jaune: *realising they are still hugging very close from one another, separate quickly*

Ruby: We are not dating!

Jaune: Y-yeah! We are just friends!

Yang: Aw~ you are both blushing! *Chuckle* I'm joking l, you two.

Pyrrha: *crossing her arms, looking both relieved and angry* You know you disappeared on us, right?

Jaune: *looking perplexed* what?

Nora: We were searching you for hours! We only found you because they both spotted you here!

Jaune: *looking at his scroll* It's already 5? *Shaking his head* Him sorry, i didn't think-

Ren: You don't need to be sorry. *Sigh* Honestly, we should be the ones asking for forgiveness. I... Honestly thought you were sad because Weiss rejected you again.

Jaune: ... Pfft, Ahahahahaha!

Pyrrha: Jaune?

Jaune: *still laughing*

Nora: *questioning look at Ren*

Ren: *shrug*

Jaune: *calming down* Oh gods, i needed that! *Gets up* I guess my etiquette and manners classes did teach me something, if all you three were fooled. *Weak smile* But still, i'm sorry for worrying you guys.

Nora: *nod* Good, you don't have the same sadness in your eyes.

Pyrrha: Next time, i'll be the one who will comfort you... Wait! I didn't mean i wanted you to be sad! I don't want this to happen again!

Jaune: *chuckle* Dont worry, i got the meaning.

Ruby: *getting back up* So... See you later?

Jaune: *turn around, nodding* Yeah, see you after detention.

Ruby: ...! Oh shoot! The detention!

Meanwhile

Blake: ... You think we will also get into trouble?

Weiss: Honestly? I would be surprised if we weren't. *Sigh* Why do everyone forget we have scrolls?

[kwnnys]

"what is that?"

giyuus tone is filled with slight confusion as he stares at the jewellery in your hand. eyebrows furrowing as you smile awkwardly.

"they're.. bracelets." you admit, feeling suddenly sheepish. you had been walking around the market yesterday, and just so happened to come across a stall that was selling these trinkets for a generous price.

"and they're matching. so one for you, and one for me!" you shove one of the bracelets into his hand, letting out a nervous laugh as you try to read his nonchalant expression.

"matching..?" he murmurs, and you panic. oh no, did he not like the sudden gift? ah, maybe they were too cheap for his liking..

now that you think about it, giyuu was never really much of a jewellery person anyway. oh god, how stupid were you? he definitely hates it. maybe you should just say it was a joke— or maybe snatch it and run off?

"sorry, its a little tacky isn't it?—"

"I love it."

you blink, did you hear him right? you blink again, glancing to meet the males expression. he's staring down at the trinket in his palm, a subtle smile tugging on his lips as his ears flush a light pink.

"eh? really?" you chuckle clumsily, rubbing the back of your neck. "you don't have to pretend, you know. it's fine if you don't-"

"no, I'm not pretending." he says sternly, eyes darting up to meet yours. his gaze causes your body to suddenly stiffen, and you let out a quiet gulp.

"I like it, I really do." he reassures, and it's your turn to blush. lips pressing together as you watch him wrap the brass material around his wrist. it's adorned with a few charms, mostly stars and beads. his fingers fumble with a specific charm, the one with his initial embedded.

"thank you." he whispers quietly, turning his head to the side whilst covering the lower part of his face with the back of his hand. he seemed.. somewhat flustered?

"thank you, I'll be sure to cherish it." he repeats, this time with a nod. "..and I won't take it off."

"wait, wait. you don't have to do that!"

he ends up going 2 weeks without taking the bracelet off, till you tell him that it'll damage the jewellery. he takes it off every night before going to sleep, and keeps it in a safe place for tomorrow.

[wonderlanddreamer]

Alfie Solomons x Reader

Summary: This fic is based on this request. I'm not sure if I did it justice, but as soon as I started, the words just kind of wrote themselves.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. 18+ Only. MDNI.

The familiar scent of freshly baked bread and the faint aroma of whiskey greeted you as you entered the bakery. The air was thick with the mingling fragrances, a comforting yet heady mix that immediately made you feel both at home and slightly tipsy. The place was bustling with activity, men in flour-dusted aprons hauling hefty sacks of flour and trays laden with golden pastries. 

You adjusted the strap of your bag, feeling a pang of nervousness as you approached the counter. Your brother had insisted you handle the administrative side of the family business, and the rough atmosphere of the bakery always put you on edge. Today felt no different, the air crackling with the intensity of a place where hard labour and harder men intersected.

"Oi, who’s this then?" A burly man with a thick Cockney accent barked, his voice slicing through the noise like a knife. He eyed you up and down with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. His companions, rough-looking men with hardened expressions, smirked, their eyes gleaming with opportunistic malice.

"Just here to see Mr Solomons," you murmured, your voice barely audible over the din of the bakery. You hoped the mention of Alfie Solomons, the notorious and respected owner, would be enough to deter any further questioning.

"Don't think I've seen you around here before, love," another man sneered, stepping closer. His breath reeked of stale whiskey and tobacco. "Maybe you’re lost, eh? Need a bit of help finding your way?"

Before you could respond, a pair of rough hands grabbed your arm, pulling you closer. Panic surged through you as you struggled to pull away, your heart pounding in your chest like a drum. The men’s laughter echoed around you, a chilling sound that made your skin crawl.

"Oi! Get the fuck off her, you filthy sods!" Alfie's voice boomed across the room, making the walls vibrate with its intensity. The men immediately released you, their faces paling as they stepped back, their bravado evaporating in an instant.

Alfie Solomons, with his rugged beard and piercing eyes, stormed over, his presence commanding respect and fear in equal measure. His dark overcoat billowed behind him like a cloak, adding to his imposing figure. Without a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed the ringleader by the collar and slammed him against the wall with a force that made the shelves rattle. "Touch her again, mate, and I'll feed you to the bleedin' pigs, you hear me?" Alfie growled, his voice low and menacing. “Now fuck off, the lotta ya.”

The man nodded frantically, his face pale with fear, and Alfie released him with a forceful shove. As he turned to you, his expression softened slightly, though his eyes still burned with an intensity that spoke volumes of his protective fury. "You alright, love?" he asked, his voice a blend of concern and restrained anger.

You nodded quickly, trying to steady your racing heart. "Yes, Alfie, I'm fine. Really," you managed to say, though your voice wavered slightly.

"Fine, my arse," he grunted, his tone sceptical as he gently guided you by the elbow towards his office. "Come on, let's get you a drink. You look like you could use one."

In the relative quiet of Alfie's office, the chaotic noise of the bakery faded into a distant hum. Alfie moved with a determined grace, pouring a generous measure of whiskey into a glass. He handed it to you, his rough, calloused hands brushing against yours with surprising gentleness. "Drink up. It'll calm your nerves," he urged, his voice softer now.

You took a tentative sip, the whiskey's warmth spreading through you, easing the tension that had coiled tightly in your shoulders. Alfie settled into the chair next to you, his close proximity making your heart flutter in a way it only seemed to do when you were with him. There was an undeniable tension in the air, an electric current of unspoken words and hidden feelings that crackled between you.

"I apologise for that," Alfie drawled, his voice low and rough, "New folk can get a bit rowdy. Usually I just leave ‘em to it, but you, love, you got this way about you. All sweet and innocent, makes a bloke wanna protect you."

Your cheeks flushed at his words, and you looked down, feeling shy under the weight of his intense gaze. "I don’t know what you mean, Alfie," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as your lashes fluttered up to lock your eyes on him.

"Oh, I think you do," he replied, leaning in closer. His breath was warm against your ear, and the intoxicating scent of whiskey and musk enveloped you. "You play all sweet and innocent, but I see it. The way you blush, the way your eyes light up when I talk to you like this, all close and whatnot. You like it, don’t you?"

The room seemed to shrink around you, the outside world fading as Alfie's words drew you into a private moment suspended in time. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, your pulse quickening as his proximity and the intensity of his gaze made it hard to breathe.

 "Alfie, I..." you began, your voice trembling with a mix of apprehension and desire.

"Shh, it's alright, love," he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your ear. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine. "No need to be shy. I like it. Makes me wanna do all sorts of filthy things to you."

Your breath hitched, and a surge of desire mixed with nervous excitement coursed through you. Alfie’s hand moved to your thigh, his touch gentle yet possessive, as though he was staking a claim. "Tell me to stop if you want, but I don't think you do, do you?" His voice was a low, seductive rumble that made your heart race.

You shook your head slightly, unable to find your voice. The roughness of his exterior and the tantalising words contrasted sharply with the tenderness of his touch, creating a heady mix that left you yearning for more.

"That's my girl," he whispered, his voice a gravelly promise of everything you secretly craved. "Let's see just how much of that sweetness we can turn into something wicked, eh?"

He moved his hand further up your thigh, his fingers teasing the edge of your skirt. Each movement was slow, deliberate, and torturous, making you acutely aware of every inch of space he closed. "You like it when I talk dirty, don't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against you, sending a fresh wave of shivers down your spine. "You like being my sweet little thing, all innocent and pure, while I think about all the dirty things I wanna do to you."

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a whimper as his hand continued its slow, torturous path. The anticipation was maddening, the boundary between fear and desire becoming increasingly blurred. "Please," you finally managed to whisper, the word escaping your lips as a desperate plea.

His eyes darkened with desire as he watched you, a slow, wicked smile curling on his lips. His gaze held a fierce intensity that made you feel both vulnerable and exhilarated. "You don't have to be shy, love," he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper that seemed to resonate deep within you. "I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you like it."

Your breath came in shallow gasps, each word he spoke sending a shiver through your entire being. The tension in the air was almost palpable, a charged moment that seemed to stretch into eternity. "I... I like it," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with a raw honesty that surprised even you.

"Atta girl," Alfie growled, his hand sliding further up your thigh, his touch both gentle and possessive. The roughness of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire deep within you. "I knew you did. So how much can a sweet lil’ thing like you take, eh?"

He leaned in closer, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, sending waves of electricity through your body. "You wanna know what I think about when I see you, love?" he murmured, his voice dripping with raw, unfiltered desire. "I think about bending you over this desk, ripping those pretty clothes off you, and making you scream my name for all of fuckin’ Camden to hear."

A whimper escaped your lips, your body aching with a need you had never felt before. The intensity of his words and the proximity of his touch were almost too much to bear.

"What, darlin’? Eh?" he teased, his hand slipping under your skirt, his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear with maddening slowness. "Tell me what it is you want?"

You closed your eyes, struggling to find your voice amidst the overwhelming sensations. "I want you, Alfie," you whispered, your voice trembling with desire and vulnerability. "I want you to touch me."

"That's my girl," he said, his voice a rough purr filled with satisfaction. His fingers slipped under the fabric of your underwear, finding your most sensitive spot with an unerring accuracy that made you gasp. "So wet for me already," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "You really are my sweet little thing, ain't you?"

You gasped again, your body arching towards him as he began to move his fingers in slow, deliberate circles. Each touch sent ripples of pleasure through you, building a tension that was both exhilarating and unbearable. "Alfie..."

"That's it, love," he said, his voice low and rough, resonating deep within you. "Let me hear ya. Let me hear how much you want this."

Your hands clutched at the fabric of the couch, your knuckles turning white as your body trembled with each exquisite touch. The world outside seemed to dissolve, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of shared desire. "Alfie, please... I need more..."

He chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound that sent another thrill through you. His eyes glittered with a predatory gleam, his smile a mixture of dominance and affection. "Oh, I'll give you more, alright. But first, I want to hear you beg for it."

You bit your lip, your body trembling with a mix of anticipation and desire. "Please, Alfie," you whispered, your voice breaking with raw need. "Please, I need you. I need you so much."

"Good girl," he growled, his fingers moving faster, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. 

A moan escaped your lips, the sound echoing in the small, dimly lit office, your body responding eagerly to his every touch as you moaned out his name.

"That's it, love," he murmured, his voice rough and thick with desire. "Let go for me."

With a cry, you felt your body shatter, pleasure crashing over you in relentless waves. Your body convulsed in a series of involuntary spasms, a profound sense of euphoria washing over you. As the waves of pleasure subsided, leaving you breathless and trembling, you collapsed against him, seeking the solidity of his presence. 

Alfie's fingers lingered on your skin, tracing invisible patterns that sent electric currents through your body. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto yours with a magnetic pull that made your knees weak. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice a gravelly whisper that left no room for argument. "Bend over the desk."

Your breath hitched at his words, a rush of anticipation and desire coursing through you as you obeyed, positioning yourself against the sturdy wooden desk. The cool surface felt grounding against the heat building inside you, a stark contrast that heightened your senses. Alfie moved behind you, his presence dominating, his large hands sliding up the back of your thighs with a deliberate slowness that made your skin tingle. The fabric of your skirt bunched higher and higher, exposing more of your flushed skin to the open air.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire and approval. "Just like that. Y’know, I reckon you've been waiting for this, yeah? Waiting for me to take you properly."

You couldn't muster a response, your body trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement that made it difficult to form coherent thoughts. The sound of rustling fabric filled the small office as he undid his belt, the metallic clink of the buckle sending a jolt of electricity through you, making your heart pound even harder. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back towards him with a possessive strength, and you felt the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing insistently against you.

"You want this, don't you?" he growled, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned over you, his beard brushing tantalisingly against your neck. "Tell me how much you want it. Tell me you need it."

"I want it, Alfie," you whispered, your voice trembling with a potent mix of vulnerability and desire. "I need you. Please."

"That's what I like to hear," he muttered, his hands sliding down to your thighs, caressing your skin with a reverence that made your heart soar. "You're so good for me, love. So fucking good, just like I knew you'd be."

With a swift, decisive movement, he pushed your underwear down and entered you, filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pressure that made you gasp. Your fingers gripped the edge of the desk, your knuckles turning white as your body adjusted to the sudden, intense sensation. Alfie paused for a moment, allowing you to acclimate to the feeling, his hands still firm on your hips.

"Fuck, you're tight," Alfie groaned, his hands clutching your hips with a possessive grip as he began to move. "So fucking tight and so bloody perfect."

Each thrust was powerful and relentless, driving you closer to the edge with every movement. The sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with your gasps and his guttural moans, creating a symphony of raw desire that echoed off the walls. The desk creaked beneath you, a testament to the force and intensity of his movements.

"Say my name," he growled, his voice rough and demanding, dripping with dominance. "I want to hear you say it, love.."

"Alfie," you cried out, your voice breaking with the intensity of your desire. The sensation of his powerful thrusts was overwhelming, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through your entire body. "Alfie, please, don't stop. Please."

"That's right," he grunted, his pace quickening, the force of his thrusts becoming almost brutal in their intensity. "You're mine, love. All fucking mine. Remember that."

Your body trembled, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. Alfie's grip tightened, his fingers digging into your skin with a ferocity that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel the tension coiling tighter within you, a spring wound to its limit, ready to snap.

"Come for me," he demanded, his voice a rough whisper. "I want to feel you come around me. Now."

With a cry, you felt your body shatter, the waves of pleasure crashing over you again with a force that left you breathless and trembling. Every muscle in your body tensed, then released in a flood of ecstasy. Your vision blurred, and the world narrowed to the exquisite sensation of Alfie moving within you, his presence overwhelming and all-encompassing.

Moments later, Alfie followed you over the edge, a deep, primal groan vibrating through him as he found his own release. His body tensed against yours, the powerful surge of his climax filling you completely. He held you close, his breath ragged and heavy, his heartbeat thundering in his chest.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were your ragged breaths and the pounding of your hearts, a symphony of shared intensity echoing in the silence. Then, slowly, Alfie straightened, his hands caressing your back with surprising gentleness as he helped you to your feet. The transition was tender, almost reverent, his touch a stark contrast to the raw passion that had just consumed you both.

"You're alright, darlin’," he murmured, his voice softening into a soothing rumble that seemed to envelop you. "I've got you."

You leaned against him, your body still trembling from the intensity of what you'd just experienced. The warmth of his body was a comforting anchor, grounding you in the aftermath of the storm. "Thank you, Alfie," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude and something deeper, something more profound. It was more than just thanks for the physical pleasure; it was an acknowledgment of the emotional sanctuary you found in his presence.

He chuckled softly, his eyes warm and filled with a depth of emotion that took your breath away. A hint of a smile played on his lips, a rare softness that he reserved only for you. "No need to thank me, love," he said, his voice gentle yet firm, each word a vow. “I'll always take care of you, you hear?"

His words settled over you like a protective blanket, wrapping you in a sense of security and belonging that went beyond the physical. You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the lingering heat of the moment. It was a deeper, more enduring warmth that filled your heart and soul, a testament to the connection you shared.

In Alfie's arms, you felt safe. More than that, you felt cherished and valued. His fingers continued to trace soothing patterns on your skin, a silent promise of his unwavering devotion. The rough pads of his fingers were a comforting contrast to the softness of his touch, each stroke reaffirming his presence and his promise.

"Turn around," he commanded softly, his voice a gravelly whisper that made your heart flutter with a renewed sense of anticipation. "I wanna see your face."

You obeyed, turning to face him, your eyes locking onto his with a mixture of vulnerability and adoration. His gaze softened, a tender smile curling at the corners of his lips as he cupped your cheek in his hand. The roughness of his palm against your skin was a grounding touch, a reminder of his strength and the gentleness he reserved for you.

"You're mine now," he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet intensity that made your heart soar. The words were a declaration, a promise, and a reassurance all rolled into one. "Understand?"

"I understand," you echoed, your voice a breathless whisper as you leaned into his touch, feeling a profound sense of contentment and belonging. 

His thumb brushed tenderly against your cheek, a cheeky grin turning the corners of his lips. “Now, I do believe you came here with business to discuss?”

[ximiiixx]

down, boy!

in which cove has cravings, which is nothing out of the ordinary. but it's what he's craving exactly that might be a bit out of left field.

♡ nsfw, no au, fem + afab reader ♡ gentle dom top cove + sweet sub bottom reader ♡ pre-established relationship, oral sex (reader receiving), cove talks way dirty in this but in a pathetic way ehe, very much inspired by @sugar-omi's pussy hungry cove drabble <3

you'd never really voice it out loud ... but sometimes, cove reminds you of an excitable puppy.

from the way he lights up to how his smile stutters into something so much more jovial to how excited he gets when talking about his favorite things - the centerpiece of which, most notably, is you; as long as he feels comfortable, he brings a shimmering light to the function that nobody else could hope to replicate.

you'll be watching him go about his business with one of those rare ear-to-ear smiles, and you're sure you can imagine a tail wagging so hard it smacks against anyone within two feet of him. it's so cute, you can't help but to think.

and the way he responds to your praises, oh. you wish you could muster up the courage to ask if you could maybe record him going down on you sometime, if only to immortalize how he looks when the saccharine of your honeyed words seeps into him with miniature jolts; every time he squirms and whimpers and nods fervently when you stroke his hair and tell him he's doing so good, he's being such a good boy for you, he's making you feel so good and fuck, you're gonna cum-

he just looks too cute.

you wish you could spend every hour of every day letting him fuck into you, fingers and tongue and cock burying themselves against your gummy walls as he wails and moans and begs you to praise him more, love him more, cum for him just one more time-

but alas. work has had you tangled up lately, and you've only now managed to pull away from your third overtime in the past week. you'd barely managed to make it through the door before your (im)patiently awaiting boyfriend had snatched you right up from the porch and pushed you up against the wall without a word.

and that's where you find yourself now, pressed haphazardly against the wall with your ...

...pants yanked down unceremoniously, pooling at your ankles.

...skirt hitched to your tummy, shoved carelessly up your thighs.

cove's long since made himself comfortable between your plush thighs, nosing your panties out of the way and latching his mouth onto your clit without so much as a hi, how was your day.

which you're normally not opposed to, but it's been a long day at work ... you haven't even put your bags down yet!

"c- cove, c'mon," you protest weakly, unable to put up much of a fight when his tongue's raring to rock against your wet folds. he peers up at you, brow crumpled in a furrow as he whimpers against your cunt, pulling off of you obediently - even if he doesn't seem pleased to have to do so.

you're grateful for the chance to catch your breath ... but you can't help but mourn the loss of his warm, willing mouth.

still ...

"god- what's got you so excited?" you mumble incredulously as you attempt to gulp in a lungful of air without being interrupted by a moan or a whine. "i wasn't gone that long...?"

cove whines, face still pressed against your inner thigh. with how he's refusing to pull off, you could swear he's trying to nuzzle against your skin. "missed you. you were gone so long, and i just missed you, and- please, can i go back to what i was doing? please, please?"

you're no stranger to hearing him beg, but out of nowhere is a little unprecedented ... even as your arousal is practically dripping down your leg, waiting to be cleaned by an eager mouth.

before you can speak, he's grasping onto your thighs with eyes wide and pooling with desperate wetness.

"PLEASE, oh please-! c'mon, i'll be so good for you! i PROMISE!" he cries, gripping your thighs almost hard enough to bruise. "don't i deserve you 'n- 'nd your pretty pussy? haven't i been good for you?"

the mumbled whimpers are accentuated with kiss - and tear - marks against your inner thighs, sending rivulets of pleasure cascading down your spine as you shiver. still, your silence is taken as unrelenting refusal, and cove lets out a sob.

"please, PLEASE just let me fffFUCK you already-! i'll- i'll do anything-!" he nearly wails, sea-blue eyes imploring and needy, so needy. "i'll make you cum 'til you can't walk, i'll- i'll tongue fuck you so good, so GOOD-"

all this filth that's leaving his mouth is making your head spin. you hadn't known cove was capable of saying such degenerate things - even if you find it completely sexy.

... well, today was stressful anyway.

the feeling of your thighs tightening their hold around his face has him perking up almost immediately, a wide - and very grateful - smile overtaking his earlier simper. before you can even warn him to take it a little slower, he's practically nosediving into your cunt and eating you out without so much as a pause to let you prepare.

high whines, moans, and whatever may come between fill the entryway to your home as your boyfriend fucks into your pussy with as little decorum as he usually does when he's eating. the door behind you trembles with every rock of your hips against his face, grinding your cunt against his pliant mouth.

you're sure the neighbors can hear both of you at this point. you're not entirely sure you care.

"god, fuck- 's been so long, 's been forEVER," cove snivels out in a muffled moan against your puffy folds. "fuck, i missed this SO fucking much. why did you keep this from me, WHY- fffffuck, do you even love me anymore-?"

even through the din of your lust and the struggle of your day melting from your shoulders, you can't help but scoff affectionately at his dramatics - which is immediately followed by a loud cry as you feel his tongue curl up into you, as if trying to remind you of all the sensations you had been denying yourself of the longer you denied him.

his tongue only continues to fuck into you at a brutal pace, desperate to drink up everything he'd missed out on since the last time you two had done this - which could not have been more than, what...a couple days ago? god, he's insatiable.

"fuck, waited so long for this- SO fucking long, you have no IDEA- waited too fucking long to feel your tight pussy sucking my tongue back inside you," cove whimpers, each word pushed out against your cunt as he drives his mouth back against you between every pause, as if he can't bear to pull away from your dripping sex for even a moment. "god, feels like it's been AGES. missed you so much, fuck-"

you've never heard him curse this much ... ever. the vulgarity of it all, the obscenity of the slurping sounds beneath you mixed with the thrill of all that filth he's talking - it's enough to tip you over the edge, a moan just shy of a scream muffled into your palm as your vision explodes in stars, your orgasm hitting you so hard your ears ring.

he lets you ride it out on his tongue, drinking up your juices with all the greed of a depraved, starved man. his hands remain firmly fixed on your thighs, a vice grip that could have left marks if he wanted it to; his way of making sure you know you're not going anywhere until he's had his fill of you.

[lee-laurent]

Replacing Me - Luke Hughes

Summary: Luke and Tori's relationship becomes more serious, but maybe John isn't as okay with it as he thought

content: fluff, angst, past relationships, oc x ex!john marino, money issues, mentions of sex but no actual smut, arguing, physical fighting (not between any couples)

wc: 2.9k

notes: PART 3 of 'Done Trying'!! So go ahead and read the first two parts if you haven't! 'Done Trying' and 'Past Relationships' !! I'm loving writing this series!! Super excited to write this one!! I love writing Tori and Luke's relationship. But get ready for some angst between John and Luke in this one!! Enjoy!!!

Tori tossed and turned, making the boy next to her grumble. He furrowed his brow, rolling over to face her.

"Go to sleep," he slurred with his eyes closed.

"I can't."

"Mm," he moaned, his snores filling the air once more. Tori rolled her eyes, flipping onto her side for the hundredth time. John let out a deep sigh, throwing an arm over her waist, pulling her into his chest. She gasped, but made no attempt to escape him. He slow rise and fall of his chest, lulled her into a sense of security and finally she was able to sleep.

Well... for a bit at least.

"MAMA!" wails filled the apartment, seeming even louder through the baby monitor on the bedside table. "MAMAAAA!"

"I've got him," John stretched, presssing a kiss to Tori's cheek. He pulled himself out of the bed, padding down the hall to Riley's room.

"Shhh. It's okay, Ri-Ri. Daddy's here."

Tori would never admit it, but hearing John speak to Riley made her heart swell. He was so sweet with their son, never raising his voice, never getting cross. He was the best dad that she could ask for. And it made her want to jump his bones. She shook her head, she shouldn't think of John like that. She's seeing Luke now.

But John's sleepy voice sounded so hot coming through the baby monitor. She groaned, shoving her head in her pillow. Maybe she was just horny.

"Shhh. Everything's okay. Mama and Dada are here," John rocked the toddler back and forth, patting his back soothingly. "Dada's here. I'm not going anywhere."

Five minutes later, John was back in the bed, spooning his ex-girlfriend. Riley had settled pretty quickly compared to most nights and the couple couldn't have been happier to get their rest.

"Thanks, babe," Tori mumbled sleepily.

"No worries. That's what I'm here for," John yawned, tucking his head in the crook of Tori's neck.

And for the first time in weeks, Riley slept until 7 in the morning.

"MAMA!"

"Coming baby!" Tori exclaimed, pulling Riley out of his crib. "How'd you sleep? Did Winnie the Pooh give you good dreams?"

Riley nodded, hugging his stuffed animal to his chest.

"Dada!"

"Hi, baby!"

Tori turned, blushing slightly at the shirtless John standing in the doorway. He smirked, noticing the redness on her cheeks.

"Dada! Home!"

"Yeah, Dada's at our house! Isn't that crazy?"

"Cwazy!"

"Let's get you into some clean clothes! You okay to make breakast, John?"

"Sure," he shrugged. "We have an afternoon practice. But I'll be home for dinner."

"Sounds good!"

"Hey, Johnny! Running a little late today?" Nico laughed. Most of the boys were already dressed in their gear when John entered the Devils locker-room.

"Yeah, sorry. Riley was upset I was going."

"Riley?"

"Hm? Yeah, staying at Tori's for a bit. Working on getting Riley on a set bedtime routine."

"Oh. How'd you sleep?"

"Actually pretty well, considering we have a two-year-old in the house," he chuckled, throwing on his pads.

"You're staying at Tori's?" Luke asked, his brow furrowed.

"Yeah. Ri's been having some trouble sleeping."

"How long you staying?" Nico asked, not sensing the tension obviously coming from Luke.

"Two weeks... ish. Until we can get him down for a full night and keep it that way."

"Might be able to rekindle the relationship, eh, Johnny," Dawson laughed, clapping his teammate on the back. Luke frowned, the laces of his skates suddenly becoming much more interesting than the conversation at hand.

"Who knows," John laughed awkwardly, taping his socks.

"Let's go boys!" Lindy's voice echoed through the room, calling the boys onto the ice.

Luke was off all practice. His passes were shit and every shot he attempted on net missed. He noticed the worried looks from his brother and captain, but shrugged them off not wanting any attention on him. Did everyone want John and Tori to get back together? He didn't know much about their relationship before he joined the team. Maybe they were a power couple and that's why everyone wanted them together. Maybe everyone thought that he and Tori would be a bad match. Maybe they thought Luke was trying to replace John in Riley's life. Maybe...

"Luke! You good? I've called your name like four times," Jack waved his hand in front of his brother's face, driving down the street to their apartment.

"Huh? I'm fine."

"You sure? You didn't seem like your head was in it at practice."

"No, I'm fine. Just an off day, ya know?"

"Sure do. But, I'm here if you ever wanna talk about anything."

"I know, Jack," Luke forced a smile, checking his phone to see if Tori had responded to the text he'd sent two days before. But still there was nothing. Not even a thumb up. Just radio silence.

"'ockey!" Riley cheered, running in circles around the carpet in the living room. Tori was hoping he'd wear himself down enough to sleep all night. She'd put on a random highlight video of Sidney Crosby she'd found on YouTube and Riley was eating it up. "'ockey!"

John was standing in the kitchen, watching the scene unfold while we ate some leftover chicken parm. He'd done an extra training session with Holtzy that day and had missed dinner, much to his dismay because Tori had made his favourite.

"Let's use our inside voice, Riley. What if Ms. Nelson is trying to sleep?" Tori warned. Ms. Nelson was the elderly woman that lived across the hall. She'd been the biggest help over the last two years, especially in navigating motherhood. Tori wasn't sure she'd have been able to do it without her neighbour. She was like a third grandma to Riley.

Riley raised a finger to his mouth, "Shhh."

"That's right. We're quiet when people are sleeping. Let's use our quiet voice while we play. Okay?"

"O-tay, Mama."

"Good boy," she grinned, ruffling his dark curls. She quickly flipped over her phone that buzzed, skimming over the text from Luke, before placing it down on the table. She wasn't trying to ignore Luke. She just wasn't sure he'd understand the current situation, seeing as he wasn't a parent himself. Maybe she'd made a mistake by starting something with a 20-year-old. She was also trying not to use her phone as much in front of Riley. She and John didn't want him growing up depending on a screen for entertainment. He got a bit of TV time in the morning and a bit in the evening before bed but that was it. He didn't have a tablet, like many of the kids that Tori had seen at her parenting classes.

"Dada! Play!"

"I'm coming," John smiled, putting his empty plate in the sink. This was the first time he'd noticed that Tori's apartment didn't have a dishwasher. Did she do all the dishes by hand? She must have.

Tori clicked off the TV, watching her son sit criss-cross across from his dad. She placed the little bin of farm toys between the two, pressing a kiss to Riley's head, brushing some curls from his eyes.

"I'm going to take a bath. You alright with him for half an hour?"

"Of course. Enjoy your bath, Vic."

Vic. That wasn't a name that left John's mouth often. It was always "Tori" or "Victoria." Vic had been a name he used when they were dating. And the sound of it made her heart break a bit.

She had just settled into her steaming hot bath when her phone started ringing, ruining her peace. She sighed, flipping it over to see Luke's name flashing across the screen. She let it ring through, placing it back down on the counter. With her book and a glass of wine, she finally got a moment to relax. Maybe life with John was better than she remembered.

"Luke. I know you're not alright. What's going on?" Jack nagged, knocking his shoulder with Luke's.

"I... Tori hasn't been answering me."

"She's got a kid, Rusty. She never answers her phone."

"She was before John moved back in with her."

"Family bonding time?" Jack shrugged, "Don't let it get to you this much. You guys aren't even officially dating."

"So? I thought we were getting somewhere."

"Tori's hard to read. If I've learned anything from John, it's that. And Riley is her main focus in life. Nothing comes before Riley, including answering her texts."

"But she doesn't even answer at night when Riley's probably in bed."

"Dude, that's her time to relax. John told me that Riley has been a nightmare child recently. Give her some time. I'm sure she'll come around."

Luke just sighed, checking his phone again to see if she'd answered. Nothing.

John had taken Riley for walk, giving Tori some very much needed alone time. She was going through some emails when her phone rang again.

Luke Hughes

Accept. Decline.

"Hello?"

"H-hey, Tori. How've you been?" Luke sounded nervous.

"I'm alright. Yourself?"

"Okay. I, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to hangout again sometime."

"Oh, um, yeah. I just... I'm kinda busy with Riley right now. He's been a bit of a handful."

"I, uh, I could come help out.... if you want."

"That's really nice of you to offer, Luke. But John's here helping out."

"Oh. Are you... are you guys getting back together?"

Tori pinched the bridge of her nose, "No, Luke. You know what, let's go out tonight."

"Really?"

"Really," she smiled.

"You- you can come here! Jack's going out with some friends."

"Wow. Bold, Hughes. You trying to sleep with me?" she giggled.

"What?! No! No! That's not- that's not what I meant!"

"I know. I'm just teasing. I'll be over around 7. I just need to make sure that John has everything to put Ri to bed. Sound good?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then."

"We're home!"

"We 'ome!"

"My boys are home!" Tori grinned, spinning Riley around in her arms. "How was the park?"

"We 'ide!"

"You went on the slide?"

"Yeah," Riley clapped, running off to play with his Duplo.

"How was he?"

"So good. A few tears when I told him he couldn't have two snacks before dinner. But besides that, all was well."

"He use the bathroom?"

"Yep!"

"Riley! Good job, baby! Such a big boy!"

"Tank 'oo, Mama!"

"I, uh, I'm going to Luke's for a bit tonight."

"Hughes?"

"Yeah."

"That's still going on?"

"Why... why wouldn't it be?"

"I thought... never mind."

"No. You thought what?"

"You were focusing on our family right now."

"Am I not allowed to take some time for myself?"

"That's not what I'm saying, Victoria. Don't twist my words."

"Then what are you saying, John?"

"You just... I gave you the whole day to have time for yourself."

"And I appreciate that. But I spent it working to make money to support me and our child."

"How many times do I have to tell you that I can give you more money if you need it?" he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I don't want your pity money, John."

"It's not pity money! I'm giving it so you and our son can have a good life."

"Are you saying that I'm not giving our son a good life?" her eyes started to water.

"No! God! Why do you always twist my fucking words?!"

"Don't swear in front of Riley!"

"Go to Luke's."

"What?"

"GO!"

Tori was wiping her eyes with the back of her hand when Luke opened the door. His eyes widening when he saw the state she was in.

"Tori? I, uh, I wasn't expecting you for another two hours."

"I'm sorry. I just, uh, I had an argument with John. Can I come in?" she sniffled.

"Yeah, of course. Sorry. Come in, come in."

The two of them got comfortable on the couch, Luke wrapping his arm around her smaller frame.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"If you don't mind," she wiped her nose with the sleeve of her hoodie.

"Of course I don't."

"He, uh, he accused me of not taking time for our family. That I'm taking too much time for myself."

"That's not true. You spend so much time worrying about Riley. God, I didn't hear from your for a week! Riley's your number one priority."

"John can't see that," the tears started back up. "Then he offered me money. But, I felt like he was accusing me of not providing enough for Riley. I just... does he think I'm a bad mom?"

"Shh, Tori. You're not a bad mom. You- you're an amazing mom! Riley always looks so happy when I see him! You're like the best mom ever... well maybe after my mom, but... you get the point."

She giggled through her tears, listening to Luke's heartbeat for comfort.

"Thanks, Luke. I'm sorry. This probably wasn't what you were expecting."

"It's fine, Tori. Any time spent with you is good enough for me."

"You're too sweet," she sighed, meeting his eyes. He brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

"Do you want to spend the night here?" he offered.

"I-"

"Don't worry. John's got Riley. He'll be fine."

"I don't want to be a bother."

"You'll never be a bother to me, Victoria."

Was it too soon to be in love with this man? Because Victoria could feel herself falling already.

"I'll stay then," she smiled sadly, pressing another kiss to his lips. He hummed, kissing her back.

"Should we watch a movie?" he asked, not wanting it to seem like he was taking advantage of her when she was down.

"Sure," she smiled. What a gentleman.

Tori woke up to fifty texts and ten missed calls from John.

Are you coming home?

Hello?

Victoria

Victoria?

Are you okay?

I shouldn't have yelled. Please come back.

I got Riley to sleep, I think.

Hey?

Vic?

Please come home.

Vic?

Please.

I'm sorry

Vic?

Text me when you see these please

Riley slept through the night

I need you here from I leave for practice. For Riley. Not for me.

Victoria, don't be like this. Riley needs his mom

She attempted to pull away from Luke, but he was quick to pull her back into his chest.

"Don't go," he mumbled sleepily.

"I've gotta go, babe. You've got practice. And I have a toddler that needs his mom."

"Five more minutes."

"Luke," she giggled, flipping in his arms. She ran a hand through his curls, her fingers catching on a couple knots. "God, your hair is almost as bad as Riley's."

"Mmm."

"Come on, sleepyhead. Rise and shine."

He slowly opened his eyes, smiling cheekily at the girl in his arms. He leaned to give her a kiss, but was quickly rejected.

"I have morning breath."

"I don't care."

"Luke!" she squealed as he pressed kisses all over her face. "Luke!"

"I'll see you later?" he asked, finally getting a peck on the lips.

"Of course. I'll text you."

"Will you? Last time you said that you ignored me for a week."

"It was a long week, Lukey. I'll text you. I promise," she intertwined her pinky with this, finally pulling herself out of bed.

"Victoria! You're home! Thank God! I was getting worried," John rambled, running a hand through his hair. Tori could tell from how dishevelled it was, that he'd been doing that for a while.

"Of course, I am. I live here in case you forgot," she sassed, throwing her keys in the little bowl on the counter.

"Ri's been worried about you. He said I don't his 'babas' right."

"You probably don't," she shrugged, cooing at her son in his booster seat. "Hi, baba! Mama's home. She just had to go see a friend for a bit."

"You stay at Ally's?" John asked, picking up a piece of egg that Riley had chucked on the floor.

"No."

"Then who- you stayed at Luke's?"

"It's frankly none of your business, John."

He sighed, "You know what, I'm going to practice. I might be home after. If I feel like it. Since that's what we're doing now."

Riley cried as the door slammed shut, just making Tori angrier. God, now she remembered why shit with John didn't work out.

John stormed into the locker room, his target locked in on. Luke Warren Hughes. Number 43. Who was sat innocently in his stall, laughing at something his brother had said.

"You think it's okay to sleep with Tori?" John fumed, pushing the boy's shoulder. Luke was taken by surprise, falling backwards into the wall.

"What?"

"You think it's okay to take my child's mother away for night?! Leave me having NO idea where she is?! Huh?!"

"John-"

"Stay out of it!" he seethed. Luke stood up, puffing his chest out. If John wanted a fight, then a fight he'd get. "You think it's fine to whore around with Tori?"

"She needed me. You made her cry, if I'm remembering correctly," Luke shot back.

"She isn't supposed to need you! She's supposed to need me!" John pushed him again, earning a shove in return. Everyone was gathered around, silently watching.

"Well, you're doing a shit job at supporting her!"

That was it, John lurched forward, tackling Luke to the ground. His fist connected with the rookie's jaw. Another punch, this time from Luke. Another. Another.

"ENOUGH!" Nico pulled John off, holding him back. Jack grabbed Luke with the help of Dawson. Luke spat some blood on the floor, breathing heavily. He wanted nothing more than to make John feel the pain that he had made Tori feel emotionally the night before.

The locker room fell into silence, suddenly the door swung open.

"What is going on here?!"

[ifangirlalot]

can you pleaseeeee do a boris smut I crave it please I don't actually care about the plot I just need a boris smuttttt 🫶 also I love your writing.

if you don't wanna do it that's fine lovee

˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍' 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 ˎˊ˗ | starring boris pavlikovsky

OMG! Thanks so much <3 I live to write in sin 😌 Enjoy this absolute filth.

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~*smut!*~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] don't try this at home, degrading, choking, riding while driving, ukranian insults/petnames used, public sex kink (technically), unsafe sex

*y'all this is just straight up fucking filthy- so, enjoy this for all you guys and gals in your hoe phase*

xoxo, zee

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[Name]'s POV

Being honest, when the new Ukranian foreign exchange asked me in broken English if I was 'into riding foreigns', I thought he meant like cars. As any sane person would. Currently, I sure as hell was riding a foreign, but it sure as hell was not a foreign car.

I was riding a foreign who just so happened to be driving a car.

Boris stomped on the gas pedal, and in my cock drunk haze, I didn't really focus on the danger of what we were doing right now, as I bounced my hips against his cock, my panties around my ankles and my body against his chest. Boris looked entirely focused, his hips only slightly thrusting up every few seconds, his pale veiny hand grasping the clutch. His dark eyes remained ahead, but I can tell from the flaring of his nostrils that he's very much enjoying this… roadside assistance, if you will.

"B-Boris! Boris, fuuuuuck! What if we- what if we crash.. agh, oh god.." My fingers grasped the dashboard so hard my knuckles were turning white as I bounced my ass even faster. The car was beginning to smell like sex.

At my concern, Boris promptly slapped my tits and snarled under his breath, the hand that wasn't on the steering wheel clutching my waist. "Do not worry about crash, worry about dick, маленькая шлюха."

I didn't even know what he called me, but I'll tell you what, my body really liked that. Based on how sticky my thighs felt now and how my body was bouncing faster and harder, moans spilling out from between my parted lips, I REALLY liked it. Boris's free hand shifted from my waist to my breast, his thumb and forefinger collecting my nipple and rolling it, pinching it, tugging it and letting it snap back into place. I moaned loudly, tilting my body back against him as I threw my head back from the euphoric feeling. All it took was some tit play to make me forget all about the fact that Boris was driving.

His hand crept up from my breasts to my neck. His fingers tightened around my neck, squeezing, making me gasp out for breath, but Boris's grip didn't loosen. Deep down, I really fucking liked that.

I felt a knot forming in my stomach, threatening to unravel in any coming moment. And Boris wasn't helping matters any.

"Good little American whore is going to cum, eh? Right on my dick. And then I will cum and fill her little pink pussy up with my cum and you will have to go home, your thighs all sticky from me." He smirked and squeezed my throat harder, moving his hips up into mine. I could feel the cool metal of his rings digging into my skin, leaving imprints behind. The metal was so cold it felt like it was burning. I could feel myself clenching around him.

Boris swore under his breath and promptly stomped on the breaks. Both his hands encircled my thighs and pulled them up, my knees pressed against my chest. My face felt like it was in flames from this new, risky position. His fingers pressed between my folds, pulling a sound I didn't even know I was capable of from my throat.

"Faster." He hissed in my ears, I groaned and shoved my hips harder against his.

It wasn't even a full two minutes later and I was screaming and orgasming all over his lap, the white sticky liquid running over his leather seat and dripping to the carpeted floor.

Boris didn't finish that quickly though. He pressed my head against the steering wheel (very convienant how the horn no longer worked) and roughly yet slowly thrusted into my spent body. I could hear him grunting and moaning in a raspy tone of voice. Finally, he muttered, "O kurwa…" and with one more weak thrust I felt his hot seed spill into my body.

[lunarw0rks]

please tell me i’m not the only one who thinks soap would be horny at the WRONG times?

like let’s say you’re hosting your very first end of the year bbq and you invite your close friends, the task force, + los vaqueros. you’re excited because you just had moved into your first house as well.

all is good until good until soap starts getting needy, purposely brushing up against your backside whenever he passes by, mumbling the most sarcastic ‘oops my bad’. he even says something along the lines of ‘sending everyone back home so we could have some alone time’ and plays it off as a joke but you know he’s being serious 💀 like that man does NOT CARE, he’ll take you in the bathroom if he has to.

a/n: naur, you're onto something anon. I always picture Soap as a horny bastard; not much restraint in his not-so-little body. got a little carried away on this, lol. warning(s): nsfw, horny stuff, fem!reader

imagine you bought a house together and the nice idea of throwing a little housewarming party, for him, for you — inviting his co-workers and some friends of your own. he insisted a thousand times that you didn't have to invite them; but only because of all the embarrassing stories they were going to tell you about your boyfriend.

but, when all was said and done, it was a great gathering. you did it all yourself — the meals, the decor, the staging of your newly purchased outdoor furniture — everything. it was alluring to Soap, how frazzled and insistent on "perfection" you were. though, you heard about a thousand times, that they would eat anything you put in front of them.

when you two sat around the fire, gaz asked how you two planned on celebrating the new house once the festivities died down. an innocent question; but it sparked in your boyfriend's mind. "aye, we'll find a way to celebrate, that's for sure. jus' gotta make sure the timing's right," he played it off with a chuckle, but there was no mistaking how flustered it made you.

it was going perfectly, or as perfect as a party with these people could be. a lengthy dinner in the backyard, endless conversations, and a little too much indulgence in the booze for some of them. "great party, great house. should have you decorate the base sometime, eh? if it's half as nice, it'll help with morale." price commented as he talked to you and him.

Soap's arm remained around your shoulder, your waist, or anywhere throughout the night. you didn't think anything of it, frankly, you were too laser-focused — until his neediness grew. brushing against your backside, a caress on your thigh lingering, a small wink when the guests weren't focused on you.

some went off to the side to smoke, and others remained on the patio to continue their conversations. by now, it was time to get the mess cleaned up. plates, cups, wrappers, empty bottles, and the other trash that had accumulated.

"i'll help you with that, love. you've done enough tonight, haven't ye?" he approached after dismissing himself, grabbing the second stack of silverware and following you inside. Soap finally had his opportunity to seize what he desired, when he knew the party was much less alive, much less prying eyes on you two.

you stepped inside from the patio, him closing the sliding door behind you. dumping the plates into the sink, you turned on the faucet with the intention of beginning a long night of clean-up duty. his hand reached around you, turning off the faucet, "not what i meant by helpin' you, lass. c'mon," he motioned his head in the direction of the hall.

you took one more look out the window, seeing the preoccupied guests, most paying little mind to your guys' close proximity in your new kitchen. why the hell not? might as well cross the guest bathroom off your list of "places we've had sex in our new home" — right?

before the door even closes, he's hiked up the hem of your evening dress, shoving his hand down the waistband of your panties. Soap ends up fucking you senseless on the bathroom counter, gagging you with his fingers in case any of his co-workers came inside the house to grab another chilled drink. you were only a few feet from the kitchen, it was the definition of risky.

mid-thrust, there was a soft knock. price, goddamn price. "everything alright in there, sweetheart?"

even with his superior on the other side of a door, about a foot away, did Soap stop? no, of course not. he slowed down but never stopped. he removed his fingers from your mouth, biting his lip to mock you that look in your eyes, whilst they shot open in a frenzy. you cleared your throat to conceal a moan, using every ounce of strength to not feel Soap bottoming out over and over again. "uh, just a— just a little wine on my dress, John. no worries!"

as soon as price's steps retreated down the hall, Soap's ragged, growly breaths resumed. in a split second, his ruts went from mockingly slow, back to a relentless pounding.

before there was any chance of another interruption, he finished with a sneer on his face. "wine on the dress, eh? smart girl. i like that." he heaved against your lips, gently wiping any mess that smudged on your lips. you were livid, despite coming down from your own high. a palm smacked his chest repeatedly until he shut your heated whispers up with a hundred pecks across your jaw and mouth.

Soap walks outside first, blaming the lost time on him fishing through the moving boxes for a Tupperware you needed. whether it was believable or not, that was up for debate. the sweat lingering on his brow, the afterglow of sex on his face? unmistakable.

now, you've either have to splash water on your dress to imitate where you would've scrubbed a wine stain off. or... just, walk on out of there like you hadn't just been fucked stupid — with trembling legs, naturally.

[shunin-gumis]

L4mps Main Story Translation

Designs of Happiness A01

Title: ep.1 Well-being by myself

Characters: Nagi

Summary: One night, an interesting radio show could be heard at the Flower Laundry...

JP Proofreading: aca @463ce6 on twt EN Proofreading: jes @arcanecrayonn on twt

No matter how hard I try, a worthless person like me could never trace after the path to "happiness" that everyone else gets to experience.

As the gentle loneliness of the night envelops me, I drift between fleeting moments of happiness, barely holding on to see the next day.

-It was one of those days.

Location - Flower Laundry

Voice from the Radio: Coming to you live from HAMA Studio no.3-

Arisa: It's Arisa and~

Teresa: Teresa's~

Arisa and Teresa: Intelli-radio: Aristotle~*

Nagi: Sonia, could you turn up the volume?

Sonia: Okay~

Teresa: The rain sure isn't letting up huh?

Arisa: True~ It's quiet but it's perfect for getting some me-time in, whether it's to study or get some reading done.

Arisa: As we were talking about before the commercial break, forgive us if we go on too long on the mechanisms of achieving Happiness, just blame it on this lovely night we're having~

Sonia: ...

Sonia: Nagi-shan, you've been working on your bike all this time, but you made sure to eat dinner, yesh?

Nagi: Eh? ... Ah.

Nagi: Now that you mention it, I might be really hungry right now.

Sonia: Geez~

Sonia: You're still in the middle of work, so I'll get you shumthing you can eat with one hand.

Nagi: Thank you, Sonia. If you weren't around, I'm sure I would've ended up a mummy by now.

Nagi: "A mummy was discovered in the middle of the city!" Could Flower Laundry possibly be the next new hot spot...

Sonia: Don't say shumthing so ominous. It's exactly to prevent unfortunate people like you from ending up in such sad situations that helper robots like me were created.

Sonia: Pleash wash your hands and wait there.

Nagi: When did it get so late...

Nagi: I should get the bike back in the garage for now...

Arisa: While countries and corporations were competing between themselves for economic growth, the end result was that most of our environment was destroyed, and resources dried up in the blink of an eye.

Arisa: Did humanity manage to achieve true prosperity after this? Was it worth the cost? The answer is a resounding "No". Although the country's GDP* has increased four, or even five-fold, the happiness-index has flatlined for the past 100 years or so.

Teresa: Wait, really? A 100 years ago, people couldn't even have their clothes dry automatically, right? They also had to wash the dishes by hand... No way, that reminds me, they even had to vacuum the dust off the floor themselves or something right..?

Arisa: I think they'd still be using brooms about a 100 years ago?

Teresa: No way~ That's way too retro for me! I can't imagine life without all the smart appliances we have now. I mean, a world with no food-printers? Yikes.

Sonia: Here you go, "fresh" off the food-printer...

Nagi: Right on time.

Sonia: On time?

Nagi: I was just talking to myself. Thanks for the meal.

Arisa: Okay, I get how much you love your smart appliances, but do all these materialistic things truly fill your heart? Does it really let you sleep better at night?

Teresa: Hmm, you do have a point. The more convenient things get, the more it feels like the world is telling me to be time and cost-efficient, but before I even realize it, I'm already doom-scrolling on dazzle*...

Arisa: "More convenience! More income!" Such concepts are shoved in our faces constantly... How about trying to remove ourselves from this endless equation? There's quite a few factions amongst the younger generation who never expected much from society nor themselves...

Teresa: Sorry, that's just not for me. Chasing after your dreams, working towards your goals: those are the things that make life worth living. Growing as you compete with others is part of it too. And then when you finally get your hands on the things you've always wanted with your own effort... It doesn't get better than that.

Arisa: That's right. That's why people have come up with a strategy guide-

Arisa: The era of learning the Psychology of Happiness is upon us!

Teresa: The Psychology of Happiness?

Nagi: What's that?

Sonia: Oh! There's a response on the shop's PeChat*, hm...

Sonia: Nagi-shan, we just got an order. The customer will be coming by in ten minutes to pick it up.

Sonia: They're requesting a bouquet that can cheer up their girlfriend who's feeling down about making a mistake at work.

Nagi: ―

Sonia: Nagi-shaaan.

Nagi: Ah, sorry. Can you ask them what her favorite color is?

Sonia: I already did. Apparently, she likes the color blue!

Nagi: Blue... Blue, huh.

Nagi: I think we can use the nemophila we just got in earlier today. Add in some large calla lilies and sky-blue baby's breath...

Nagi: Maybe some delphiniums and blue stars could work as accents...

Sonia: And what about the ribbon?

Arisa: To explain, the Psychology of Happiness is the study that aims to help anyone, of all ages and gender, understand how to engineer and replicate the mechanism of happiness in their own lives.

Nagi: Replicate... happiness?

Sonia: Nagi-shaan, are you listening?

Nagi: I'm listening. Could you bring out the thin, light blue ribbon from the back?

Sonia: Got it. I'll leave the card here too.

Nagi: Okay, thank-

Teresa: Wait, some people find it easier to be happy because it's hereditary!?

Nagi: What!?

Sonia: Huh!?

Sonia: Geez, don't scare me like that. What's got you sho worked up?

Arisa: That's right. 48% is already determined by our DNA.

Nagi: .....

Sonia: Nagi-shan?

Arisa: Just like how some people might find a dish spicier than others, some can experience happiness easier than their peers as well. This is a hereditary factor, determined by our genes from the moment we're born.

Teresa: No way! So what you're telling me is that half of the happiness we can experience in life was already decided while we were in our mothers' womb!?

Nagi: ......

Sonia: Are you okay now? The customer will be dropping by soon.

Nagi: ...! Right, I need to get this done quickly...

Sonia: I'll go ahead and cut the flower stems under water.*

Nagi: Thank you. Could you also get the blue gift-wrapping paper-

Sonia: I've already spread it out for you!

Customer: Um... I'd put in an order just earlier.

Nagi: ...Ah.

Nagi: Sorry, could you please wait for just a moment? There's just the finishing touches left.

Teresa: So, what about the remaining 52%? Don't tell me it's influenced by the environment we were born and raised in.

Arisa: Not at all, the influence from your environment makes up only about 10% of it. As for the remaining 42%...

Teresa: ... Is it based on our actions?

Arisa: Correct! This means that, out of 100% achievable happiness level, about 42% of it is within our control.

Nagi: Wow. I've never thought about it that way.

Customer: Huh?

Nagi: No, if I think about it, is that really possible?

Arisa: Just as how the right diet is different for each person, once you figure out the method, anyone can achieve happiness. How it comes to bear fruit for you, is up to you yourself.

Nagi: If half of it is determined by fate, and the other half is uncertain... Could it really be that simple? Then maybe it's also possible for me to.... No, it's probably just a waste of time in my case. I shouldn't get my hopes up. Just thinking about it is making me depressed.

Customer: Erm... Are you alright? You've been muttering to yourself for some time now...

Nagi: Ah... Sorry about that. Don't mind me.

Customer: Right...

Nagi: Thank you for waiting. This is the completed bouquet. Is it to your liking?

Customer: Wow...! It's beautiful... It's just how I'd imagined it, I'm sure my girlfriend will be happy with it.

Nagi: I'm glad to hear that- Ah.

Nagi: That's right, I almost forgot... Excuse me, would you mind handing the bouquet back to me? There's one last thing I need to do.

Nagi: Mu....

Customer: Mu?

Nagi: Mu.....nn!

Customer: Um, what exactly are you doing...?

Nagi: I've instilled some energy* into it. In other words...

Nagi: It's something like a good luck charm. When your girlfriend receives this bouquet, she'll be so happy that she'd be skipping along the pavement.

Customer: To the point of skipping...

Nagi: Oh but, even without my little charm, I'm sure she would be plenty happy just knowing she has someone who would get her a bouquet when she's feeling down.

Nagi: In any case, I hope the two of you can skip along merrily.

Customer: I-I see... Thank you...

Nagi: Thank you for your patronage.

Sonia: Thank you very mush!

Teresa: Whaat, is it time for us to go already? Too bad, I really wanted to talk some more~

Sonia: Phew... I'm glad we finished it in time.

Nagi: Yeah, it's all thanks to your help Sonia.

Sonia: It's a piece of cake!

Arisa: Arisa and Teresa, your guides for psychology, signing out!

Nagi: Anyways, good job. Let's do our usual thing.

Arisa: Let's meet again when the fountain of knowledge wells up again!

Sonia: A high-five right? 3, 2, 1..!

Arisa and Teresa: See you again!

Play Ivory MV

Notes:

Sonia has a bit of a lisp so I changed a few words to match her speech

Intelli in Intelli-radio is short for Intelligentsia

dazzle is a social media site in the 18trip universe

PeChat is a messaging app in 18trip universe

GDP stands for Gross Domestic Product.

Cutting flower stems under water prevents air bubbles from going up the stem and helps in keeping the cut flowers fresh for longer.

'Muuun’ is the sound he makes when he’s instilling his happiness energy/thoughts(念) into the flowers, literally.

Flower Language:

Flower Language is important to Nagi's character and a way for him to communicate his thoughts, so I'll always note it down whenever any are mentioned.

Nemophila Lovely, Wish for success, I forgive you, Clear heart

Calla Lily Gorgeous beauty, Purity, Gracefulness of a young maiden

Blue Baby's breath Gratitude, Luck, Innocence, Kindness

Delphinium You spread happiness, Clear and bright, Generous, Precious

Bluestars (Amsonia) Trust in one another, Abundant love

Fun fact: The flower passed around in Ivory is a Delphinium! Meaning Nagi spreads happiness, which is what he does by sharing his happiness 'energy' but also that he brings joy to those around him by simply being himself.

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[goodlucksnez]

❗ PLEASE NO REBLOGGING TO NON-KINK BLOGS ❗

A/ngel d/ust x husk & an/gel has comes back off set with terrible hay fever after working with flowers, and hu/sk is being nice

no one gets to talk bad about my angel dust voice okay, accent are hard and i am still working on it- I made this quick after work while people were cutting the lawn so sorry if the audio isn't the best

anyway enjoy you filthy sinners

cw: sneezing, (duh) some sniffles, cursing, 2 noseblows some sniffles, and playful nicknames, mentions of s/ex worker

❗ PLEASE NO REBLOGGING TO NON-KINK BLOGS ❗

transcript:

What the hell happened to you? You look like shit.

I will. Thanks, whiskas. Trust me, you don't want to know.

Ohh I most certainly do. What overlord did you fuck this time?

Hey, I will suck all of them. Besides, it ain't your fucking business. That's me and my work. Pour me a drink hard.

I'm not pouring you anything, especially when you're dripping snot all over my counter like that.

You.Suck at it.

Come on. 6 arms. Tell me.

Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you. Val's got this new idea for all the Spring Breakers who fucked a bit too much down here? Well, the Last of Us. A lot. This is a great marketing scheme to make this whole set of tapes about fucking spring. Normally, I ain't complaining. I mean. Look. The hole, the hole I beat, but this time it's a little different.

Judging from your appearance, I can say so. What did he do this time?

Yeah, yeah. He bought every fucking flower to just assault the fucking crew with everything.and towed

Wait, wait. You're telling me that some fucking flowers did this to you? You fucking weak ass bitch Wait. What spiders like live in flora and fauna.

Well, it ain't exactly my sceane. Yeah, I mean, sure have been. Don't get down dirty, but that's what fucking planet.thinks it will strum up bussness. The only thing that's strumming up is my allergies

Breathe.I got you, baby cakes. Just sneeze. You wont feel better till you do.

Impressive. You've got anymore in there?

No. If you tell anyone about.

You ain't gonna do nothing, kid. You're gonna go March upstairs and rest. I'll have smiles. Bring you some antihistamines. You gotta get this **** off of you.

Oh, and what he's suggesting? eh whiskers. You want to see me all nude?

What I want to see is your snot filled face.I'll join you upstairs in a minute. Why don't you go do yourself a favor and start taking a shower?

Oh kitty got claws meow

If you make another fucking cat pun, I will shove this bottle so far.

Oh, don't threaten me with a good time. God I am gonna murder hin (val)

OK, arachnophobia. You get out of here. Go clean up, OK? Ill have a little talk little moth friend.

No, no, no, no. Ain't no way you're going near Val.

Says anything about me? I was an overlord once I got deals. I still know how to play my cards right.

Now you're gonna ask. Shit I'm way too congested just even think about it. OK, im out of here. Bring the fuckin bottle.

poor kids gonna kill himself one of these days. Up to me to clean up the fucking mess.

[gayuu-the-necromancer]

Villain's Night, Halloween Story Event ~ Jude Jazza Story

WARNING! The story contains hardcore violence, murder and blood.

Young man in a costume: "Hey you! Can't you hear me!? ....I said trick or treat?"

Kate: ".....This is so annoying. I said I'm waiting for someone."

Young man in a costume: "If you don't give me a treat, I'll do a trick."

(This is so annoying....)

Ellis was asked by Mr. Jude to do some shopping. The town which was busy with all Halloween preparation and there were people everywhere, so I went out with Ellis to help him carry his luggage.

While I was waiting for Ellis outside the store and this young man wearing a costume approached me.

(If I leave here, I'll just get separated from Ellis...)

(If that happens, there is no point in coming here to carry the luggage...how can I get rid of this person?)

Young man in a costume: "Hey, are you ignoring me again?"

Kate: "Hey! let go....!"

He grabbed my wrist and I couldn't help but glare at him and raise my voice.

???: "Did you hook up with a man that has a very bad taste?"

Young man in costume: "Huh?"

(....This voice)

Someone pulled my shoulder with a jerk and when I look up, it was Mr. Jude.

Jude: "He looks frustrated?"

Kate: "No no....! This man was the one who got involved."

Jude: "Oh?"

Young man in a costume: "Ah.."

Mr. Jude glanced at him and it made the young man realize that he was in danger.

He let out a shriek and ran away.

Kate: "Thank you very much....for helping me."

Jude: "You were just standing here like an idiot without doing anything."

Jude: "Miss Ex-postman, you know there are fools like those wandering around here celebrating Halloween, right?"

He turns his gaze towards the buoyant streets of London, and Mr. Jude removed his hand from my shoulder.

The area he was touching was no longer warm and my gaze followed his hand as it moves away.

He is supposed to be a ruthless sadist, but sometimes, there are times like this where he makes me go crazy.

Jude: "How did you manage to survive unscathed?"

Kate: "....Well, if push comes to shove, I would have bit that man's arm and ran away."

Jude: "Wow. You're so brave."

Jude: "But...I saved you anyway, so you owe me one."

Kate: "!? I don't wanna! I don't wanna!!!"

(I'm sure he's gonna make an unreasonable demand!)

(What would you like....a candy? No, he'll reject me after labelling me a 'Halloween fool')

(Then then...)

Jude: "I'll make it easy for you so you don't have to think so hard with your little head."

Kate: "Eh....!?"

Jude: "Tonight you will not wander off anywhere. You will stay in your room at the Crown Castle."

Jude: "If you promise that, we'll call it square."

Kate: "...That's it?"

Jude: "Why? Do you want something more unreasonable?"

Kate: "No! I promise!"

Ellis: "Sorry to keep you waiting, Kate. The store was busy..."

Ellis: "Ah Jude? Are you done with your work already?"

Jude: "I wouldn't be here if that was the case."

(You had work today too? You really are a busy person, all the time....)

Now that I know how physically and mentally demanding the Crown's duties and those of the trading companies can be,

I am amazed at how he manages to turn it around with just one body.

(It doesn't really feel like he likes his job...nor a spendthrift who likes luxury)

(So why are you working non-stop....?)

In the end, Ellis only gave me the lightest item in his luggage and the three of us returned to the castle.

Victor: "Happy Halloween! How do you like this extravagant decorations? Guess who did it? Guess guess!"

Alphonse: "Oh my god, who!?"

Victor: "I knew you would all be super curious! Why should I hide, right? It was me!"

Kate: "Wow! As expected of Victor!"

Ellis: "clap clap clap~"

Jude: "......"

Kate: "Mr. Jude, you can at least give some acknowledgement..."

As soon as we approached the dining hall, we were dragged in by Mr. Alphonse, and saw that the dining hall had been decorated magnificently.

Victor is unperturbed by our reactions and smiles with satisfaction.

Victor: "Hmm, the tenderness of Ellis and Kate and Jude's unwavering chilling gaze..."

Victor: "My cursed ones and my fairy tale master are running normally today!"

Victor: "...But only while the sun is in the sky. I've already asked Alphonse though."

Victor: "Ellis. Jude. Be careful tonight, okay?"

Jude: "I don't have time for long conversations with weirdos."

Mr. Jude tried to avoid the conversation and left quickly.

Kate: "...Is there anything going on tonight?"

Alphonse: "Fufu, I guess you could call it a mysterious price that comes with the curse."

Alphonse: "Every few years, when Halloween falls on a full or new moon, a cursed one's sin is heightened."

Alphonse: "It's like a phenomenon."

Victor: "The moonflowers in the palace blooms to coincide with it."

Victor: "It's also known as 'Night of the Moonbeams'. As far as I know, it happened once before 20 years ago."

Kate: "Earlier, what did you mean by 'sins are heightened'....?"

Alphonse: "Curses have a predetermined nature, don't they?"

Alphonse: "Self-righteousness, decisiveness' for Mr. William and 'ruthlessness, arrogance, vindictiveness' for Mr. Jude..."

Alphonse: "I think that's a good interpretation for their curses and that's going to get intensified."

Kate: "Does that mean Mr. Jude will become even more ruthless and arrogant in his vengeance than he already is....?"

Victor: "You can put it like that. The cursed ones themselves will feel hard to control...."

Victor: "It is a night of danger, both for the cursed ones and those around them."

(Even those with curses are in danger....)

Alphonse: "Even so, it seems like Mr. Jude is going somewhere dangerous this evening."

Kate: "Dangerous?"

Alphonse: "Yeah, I heard about Mr. Jude's plans for tonight from Mr. Roger."

Alphonse: "Have you ever heard of an illegal form of gambling in which people kill each other, called duel gambling?"

Kate: "N-No...!"

Alphonse: "I heard that a man embezzled Mr. Jude's company's money, left and was melting it down there."

Alphonse: "The little rascal is, unfortunately, now socially dead, it seems."

Alphonse: "He is planning to clamp down on the big boys and take all the money from the gambling operation."

Alphonse: "I'm just horrified by the hints of bloody violence."

Kate: "Does he really have to go to such a dangerous place during this time....?"

Alphonse: "Why not? What a better place for a cold-blooded man who loves other people's misery and money to run amok, right?"

Alphonse: "He might accidentally overdo it and get arrested or killed, but...well, I think he'll be fine."

(Such....is not something that can happen inadvertently)

Kate: "He does all those assignments, all that work and ...he doesn't even look like he is in need of money."

Alphonse: "Isn't it because the nature of his curse included a desire for vengeance?"

Alphonse: "What has been stolen cannot be satisfied unless it is regained, and a broken promise cannot be forgiven unless it is retaliated against."

Ellis: "And....Jude needs a lot of money and people to fulfil his goal, I guess."

Kate: "What goal...?"

Ellis: "To fulfil a promise he made to someone a long time ago."

Kate: "Can he fulfil it if he has money?"

Ellis: "I think he said it was 99.9% impossible."

(W-What the....?)

(Are you living such a....busy dangerous and life-destroying life for the sake of that 0.01% chance?)

Ellis: "...Anyway, duel gambling is illegal, so no matter how he retaliate, they have no choice but to cry themselves to sleep."

Ellis: "He said he'd get more than double what he'd lost in money and that he'd be the perfect one for tonight."

Kate: "What about you, Ellis? Are you going?"

Ellis: "I'll...stay in my room for tonight, I think."

Ellis: "I don't know what's going to happen to me tonight either, so...."

Kate: "....I see..."

Victor: "...There is no one in this castle tonight normal enough to help people, Kate."

(Then Mr. Jude is alone... in a place where he could die)

Alphonse: "You look worried. Why don't you go there and have a look?"

Kate: "...No I can't. I promised to stay quiet in the castle tonight."

Alphonse: "Don't worry! As long as he doesn't find out, you haven't broken any promises."

Kate: "....Don't provoke me. A promise is a promise."

Alphonse: "Fufu, what a shame. I forgot how disciplined and serious you are."

Alphonse: "But, I'll lend you this in case you change your mind."

Alphonse: "Did you know? The gambling den says you can only enter in costume today."

He sneakily whispered and handed me a pair of cat's ears and a suspicious looking tail.

Kate: "....How do you even wear this tail....?"

Alphonse: "You can sort of figure it out just by looking at the shape, right? Where do you think it goes....?"

Kate: "T-Take it back...!"

Alphonse: "No returns."

He puts it in my pocket and walked away in a good mood.

I was too afraid to even touch it, that couldn't even put my hands in the pocket and decided to leave it there.

(I'll get rid of it when I change my clothes...)

(I made a promise to Mr. Jude. So, I want to make sure I keep it)

(But...)

I know it's unnecessary, but I can't help worrying about the strange things that happens on the 'Night of the Moonbeams'.

I was making my way to the palace gardens.

(Is this the garden? The moonflowers, though it's only in bud now....)

(It would be so beautiful if they all bloomed at once)

It's enough.....to drive anyone crazy.

???: "Oh...am I seeing a little robin wandering into the garden of the moonbeam?"

Kate: "William..."

William: "Have the flowers driven you crazy already?"

Kate: "No...I was just curious when I heard about Moonbeam night thing just a few minutes ago."

William: "You look a little too sad that curious."

Kate: "I promised Mr. Jude this morning that I would stay quiet in my room tonight. But...."

Kate: "But now that I think of it, it was as if he knew about the Night of the Moonbeams and was trying to keep me away."

Kate: "It was a promise I made to repay him back and now he's the one protecting me again...."

Kate: "I feel like I'm not giving anything back..."

William: ".....Fufu. You're a disciplined robin. By the way, Kate."

Kate: "Hm....?"

William: "Trick or treat?"

Kate: "!? Sorry, I don't have any treats."

William: "Yes, I know. I'm just said that because I wanted a good reason to play a prank."

Kate: "Eh....?"

William: "I'm feeling a bit more selfish than usual, probably because the sun is going down."

William: "Tonight, act on your desires."

Kate: "....!?"

William: "This is where Jude is heading. If you want."

My hand is drawn like a magnet to the note William holds out to me.

Kate: "Ah..wait..No William...please!"

Furthermore, my feet started moving on their own towards the gate.

(Am I realling going to...where Mr. Jude is!?)

William: "Bye bye, Kate."

William: "Hopefully, I wish you have the most sinful Halloween night ever."

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

(Finally I made it...)

My body which is faithful to my desires, as William commanded....

I ended up at the gambling den where Mr. Jude said he was heading.

Drunk man: "Hey, little kitten, you're so cute. Come on, purr for me."

Kate: ".....Excuse me. I'm looking for someone."

The gambling den was crowded with people in Halloween costumes.

I was forced to put on only cat ears that Mr. Alphonse had forced on me to blend in with the crowd.

Apparently, it is not only an illegal dueling ring, but also a brothel.

The men were trying to shove their hands inside cages with frightened women, trying to touch and grope them.

(....A place where money is worth more than a human life....)

Sickened by the terrible sight...I look for the person who is trying to mess up this scene.

(...I have to find Mr. Jude quickly...)

(Then what?)

(It's not like I can convince him to come back home quietly)

Even though my head thinks so, my body selfishly searches for him.

(What is my desire? To find Mr. Jude?)

(How can a body be 'faithful to its desires' when I don't even know what to do....?)

(William's abilities are truly terrifying)

Kate: "Um...excuse me, has someone called Jude Jazza been here?"

Kate: "He wears a long cloak and has a scary face-----"

I asked and look around in the crowd, but can't find him....

???: "Is that Jude Jazza's girlfriend?"

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

Jude: "Let me get this straight."

Jude: "If you accept my terms, I will at least spare your life."

Jude silently submerged the guards and entered, later crushing the jaws of two or three of the guards,

He then imposed arrogant and unreasonable conditions on to the organizers.

Organizer of the gambling den: "...Ha..Haha. First, please calm down."

Organizer of the gambling den: "Isn't it a bit arrogant of you to completely stop duel gambling and human trafficking and give you all the proceeds....?"

Organizer of the gambling den: "We only lost a few thousand pounds, right?"

Organizer of the gambling den: "Also, it's your employee's crime, not ours and we didn't tell him to."

Jude: "I hate talking about that. So are you saying you don't accept my terms....?"

The organizer gulped as he was under the glaring eyes of Jude that were sharper than a blade.

Then a man from his crew ran in and whispered something to the organizer.

The look in his eyes instantly changed to one of triumph.

Organizer of the gambling den: "---Ha. Well well well. It seems you have a visitor."

Jude: "...Visitor?"

A large man entered and dragged Kate's limp unconscious body.

Jude: "...Ah?"

Organizer of the gambling den: "They said she was wandering around looking for you. Looks like you have a loving girlfriend?"

Organizer of the gambling den: "So? If you withdraw your previous conditions, I will return this woman to you untouched."

Organizer of the gambling den: "Hm? There's something inside her pocket...Ah! Oh my."

Big man: "Haha...To also bring this along with you...such a lecherous little girl."

Big man: "----Ha?"

For a moment, the man's eyes blink, as if he doesn't know what had just happened.

As he looked down, Kate's body fell to the floor with a thud, along with his arm that was holding her.

Big man: "Ah..ARGGHHHH!?"

Jude: "Looks like you want to break the promise."

Jude: "I'll keep this boss monkey alive, for a while. He's got a lot of talking to do."

Jude: "Everyone else. Die."

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

Kate: "Nn.....Mm...."

When my consciousness returned, the first thing I heard were moans and sobs.

(Umm...I don't know what happened to me...I recall, someone approached me and...)

Kate: "....!?"

As soon as I sat up, my breathing stopped at the gruesome sight that unfolded before me.

All I can see was red. The floor and walls are stained with blood.

Bodies were lying on the floor and were barely recognizable,

There were several reddish-black lumps of something dumped on the ground like trash.

In the middle of all of it, was Mr. Jude.

(Mr. Jude....?)

Jude: "How about this? If I cut your arteries and you'll die from excessive bleeding. Don't have to pay me back if you don't live, right?"

Mr. Jude's red soaked sword sinks slowly into the leg of the man who seems to be the boss of the place.

Organizer of the gambling den: "Ah..Arrghh...please! please! I'll give you the money! I'll give you....6-60% of the sales."

Jude: "Tch!?"

Organizer of the gambling den: "ARRGGGGHHHH!"

Jude: "Since your ears are for decoration, I'll cut them too."

Mr. Jude was laughing manically as if he was getting off of the man's painful screams.

Seeing the cold and ruthless profile, the fear I had almost forgotten comes back to me.

Mr. Jude is an evil man from a different world.

(And yet....I can't stop witnessing such a spectacle)

(All I kept wondering was if Mr. Jude was bleeding from somewhere)

I didn't know what I wanted to do when I find him.

But my desire was now clear.

(Even if this is an everyday occurrence for Mr. Jude)

Even if this is due to the nature of his curse.

Or even its for a promise to someone I don't know.

(This person who lives in the darkness as if to cut down his life, this person who pushes me away from the darkness, who keeps me safe)

(...I also wanted to help him in anyway I could)

Tonight is a dangerous night for the cursed ones.

(But in the end....I only became a hinderance)

There is an overwhelming gap between him and me.

(How frustrating)

I bite my lip and stare at him, torturing and hurting the man who seems to be the boss.

When he had finished giving him the information he wanted, he stabbed the man's heart and Mr. Jude sheathed his sword.

Jude: "........."

(....I don't think I've ever see you use a sword before)

Mr. Jude usually hurts people, but does not kill them easily.

He says that it is more efficient to exploit the labor force than to kill them, or that killing them will cause problems later on.

----FLASHBACK----

Victor: "The cursed ones themselves will feel hard to control...."

Victor: "It is a night of danger, both for the cursed ones and those around them."

-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

The pale moonlight shines through the window.

(Right now....Mr. Jude is not normal)

(It is too dangerous to approach him)

I slowly walked towards his bloody back.

The Halloween night will make the cursed ones go crazy.

I was like a lusty madman at William's behest.

Kate: "Mr. Jude."

Jude: "............."

Mr. Jude doesn't look back.

As if drawn to him, my hand lifted and my fingertips gently grasped the cloak.

Kate: "....Are you hurt anywhere?"

Kate: "....!"

Before I can finish my words, my body is pulled up in a jerk.

I felt a thump, a jolt in my back, and I choked on the pain.

Jude: "Why did you break the promise, huh?"

Kate: "Jude...."

Jude: "You know what happens if you break a promise to me, don't you?"

Kate: "...Nn."

The hand on my neck squeezes down my throat and I choke.

It is crazy to think that this was the same hand the protected me earlier today from that strange man on the streets of London.

Kate: "Haa....Haa...."

Jude: "Oh, maybe you broke the promise on purpose to get punished?"

Kate: ".....Ngh? .....!"

I shook my head and he snorted with laughter.

Jude: "Usually I would be content with just threatening you, Princess."

Jude: "But tonight that doesn't seem to be enough for me."

Jude: "Trick or treat......well, who cares?"

Jude: "Are you ready to be tortured?"

Mr. Jude's amethyst eyes gleamed in the moonlight beaming in through the window.

Premium End

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Leona Kingscholar - Apprentice Chef Vignette

"Master Chef"

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Leona Version ～ Let’s Make Pannacotta 1～

Ghost Chef: Today, we'll have you make a pannacotta. It's a dessert that's made by hardening milk using gelatin.

Ghost Chef: Dessert required more delicate handling than any other aspect of cooking.

Ghost Chef: There are many ways to make mistakes when making it, including baking it too long, measuring out the ingredients wrong, or even mixing up the order of the ingredients added, so don't let your guard down.

Leona: Yaaaawn…

Ghost Chef: EXCUSE ME, LEONA-KUN!

Leona: Huh?

Ghost Chef: Don't yawn at me like that. Were you listening to my explanation?

Leona: Of course I was. I got pretty good hearing. Basically, all I have to do is follow the recipe and everything'll work out fine, right?

Ghost Chef: I-I mean… That may be… Ahem! Then, I shall go through the recipe.

Ghost Chef: Then first, can you go fetch the ingredients for the pannacotta? You'll need milk, fresh cream, sugar―

Leona: Wait. I'm already taking up your precious time having you teach me how to cook this, having you explain every step is much too gracious.

Leona: If you just hand me the recipe in the beginning here, I'm sure I won't have to bother you too heavily, Chef.

Ghost Chef: Eh, the recipe? Normally we don't give it out right away…

Ghost Chef: But if you're thinking of me that much, I suppose I can give you a spare recipe sheet. Thank you for your kind concern!

Leona: Yeah, sure, thank you, too. Okay, then…

Epel: Um, sorry to interrupt. I would like to grab some of my ingredients out of that fridge.

Leona: Ah, good timing, Epel. Grab my ingredients out of there, too.

Epel: Yes, sir.

Leona: I'll read off the ingredients. I need milk, fresh cream, sugar, powdered gelatin, vanilla beans, and fruit for the garnish.

Epel: First, I'll grab the milk and fresh cream… Are you okay with using apples for your fruit?

Leona: You gotta peel and slice apples, so it's a pain. I'd rather just have something that you can just eat right away…

Ghost Chef: STOP, STOP, WHY ARE YOU ORDERING AROUND EPEL SO CASUALLY!? THIS IS YOUR ASSIGNMENT!

Leona: There's less chance of a mistake if I leave it to the more experienced Epel, right? 'Sides, nowhere does it say that I have to prep my own ingredients.

Ghost Chef: You always have an excuse… This is your assignment, Leona-kun, so you need to work on it yourself and not have others do it!

Ghost Chef: We've had many a student who've tried to cut corners in this course, but this is the first time someone has tried to shove his work onto someone else.

Epel: Ahahah, Leona-san's always like this. I'll leave your milk and fresh cream here.

Ghost Chef: Alright, let's go, we'll start cooking now! AND OF COURSE THAT MEANS YOU, LEONA-KUN! YOU!

Leona: ―This says to throw the pods in with the milk after shelling out the vanilla beans…

Ghost Chef: That's right. Vanilla beans are wonderful on their own, but if you add their pods, the aroma grows richer.

Leona: Huh, then, I'll just leave these pods out, then. You can use them for another dish.

Ghost Chef: I know you just don't want to have to fish them out of the bowl later. I'm picking up on your mannerisms fairly quickly…

Ghost Chef: Turn the heat off right before the milk starts to boil. Keep an eye on the pot and time it well.

Leona: So, I just have to watch the pot. Easy day.

Ghost Chef: Don't get complacent and mess this part up.

Leona: Mess it up, huh. Must be super sensitive if the temperature of the milk can throw off the whole thing.

Ghost Chef: Just so. When it boils, fat and oil rise to the surface, and it releases a very distinctive smell.

Leona: Hmph. It's like I'm taking a potionology class.

Ghost Chef: By the way… You said that you were just taking this class for the credit, but do you have any interest in cooking at all?

Leona: Sorry, but no. I wouldn't have even taken this class if I hadn't heard that one of my precious juniors would be taking it.

Ghost Chef: What a simple response… Well, I know I would be nothing less than happy if you were to gain a little interest in cooking from this venture.

Leona: I'll do my best so as to not upset your expectations.

Ghost Chef: You say that, but your face is screaming that it'll never happen…

Leona: Well, I never wanted to ever cook anything, so.

Leona: The fact that I've never had an issue up to this point in my life means that cooking isn't a skill I really need at all.

Ghost Chef: Hmmm, so you're definitely the type of student that the Headmage was worried for.

Leona: Crowley, worried? …Riiight, that thing he said about living healthy and independently. It's all much ado about nothing.

Leona: Everyone has things they're good at, and bad at. For each person and each job to be efficiently managed, have someone who wants to do it, or can get it done.

Leona: It would be absolutely terrible if everyone got so good at cooking that you were out of a job.

Ghost Chef: Yes, yes… Regardless, I'll need you to do your given tasks properly during this course. To begin with…

Leona: Chef, thousand apologies for interrupting you, but looks like the milk has been warmed up to the right temp.

Leona: It'd be bad for me to mess up here. Can we get to finishing this now?

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Leona Version ～ Let’s Make Pannacotta 2～

Ghost Chef: Next, we want to dissolve the gelatin we left soaking in the water.

Leona: Feels like it'd dissolve if we just threw it in the pot like this… What's the point of heating it up separately?

Ghost Chef: The temperature at which the gelatin dissolve is also important to keep an eye on. For this, we'll use a method that's easier for beginners.

Leona: An easier method, hm…

Ghost Chef: Good, good, you're following the recipe well. I'll go and fetch the fruit you'll use to garnish the plate, then.

Leona: …

Ghost Chef: How is it, has the gelatin completely dissolved into liquid?

Leona: Yeah, see?

Ghost Chef: Alright then, add the melted gelatin into the pot. Once it's all mixed, you'll pour it into the mold and wait for it to solidify.

Leona: Finally, it's almost over. Can't believe it takes this much effort to just make one measly dessert…

Ghost Chef: Okay, while we wait for the pannacotta to solidify, let's make a sauce out of the blueberries.

Leona: A sauce? If we add in too many random things, you won't be able to taste the pannacotta.

Leona: Even the recipe only said, "add enough fruit for garnish."

Leona: I'm just gonna choose some toppings that'll bring out the flavor. So, I'll be skipping out on the sauce.

Ghost Chef: I see, I see… Wait, no! I almost went along with it, but you definitely cannot skip the sauce!

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Floyd: Where's the pannacotta I ordered? Isn't this takin' too long?

Floyd: How long does it even take to fix up one dessert? This wouldn't happen at the Mostro Lounge.

Leona: I thought I heard something annoying out here… So, Floyd's my judge.

Floyd: Ohhh? If it isn't Sea Lion-senpai. That outfit… No way, you're actually taking the Master Chef course?

Leona: You have eyes, don't you? Don't ask stupid questions.

Floyd: Huuuh, so I'm about to eat something you made? Is it safe? Didja even make anything edible?

Leona: You're the one that's gotta decide whether it's edible or not. Here, the pannacotta you ordered.

Floyd: Hm? Isn't it a little deformed on the bottom there? …Meh, whatever. I'ma dig in.

[bite, chew, chew…]

Floyd: HUH? WHAT'S THIS SUPPOSED TO BE?

Floyd: THE TEXTURE'S TERRIBLE. THIS IS HILARIOUS! TOTALLY FELT WEIRD AS SOON AS THE SPOON SLID INTO IT, TOO.

Floyd: All's you gotta do to make a pannacotta is mix all the ingredients in and harden it. How can anyone screw it up this badly?

Leona: …

Ghost Chef: Ummm… Well, actually…

―While cooking

Leona: I was wondering what kinda frustrating fiddlin' I'd have to do here, since there's something about wattage and the number of seconds, or whatever, but…

Leona: There's this handy button labeled "Auto" here.

Leona: That probably means that if I press this, then it'll determine the perfect power and heat time.

[clack! beep! vrrraaaah...]

Leona: …'Kay, good enough.

Ghost Chef: ―So, when he used the automatic function, it looks like he overcooked the gelatin…

Floyd: SEA LION-SENPAI, YOU TELLIN' ME YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE A MICROWAVE OVEN!?

Floyd: You only use auto when you wanna heat up a dish, not get the gelatin dissolved into a perfect consistency.

Floyd: THAT JUST MAKES THIS SCREW UP EVEN BETTER～～!

Leona: Tch… Stop laughing like an idiot. You think it's that funny? Huh?

Floyd: Yuuup, it's way too funny. I thought all you people on land could use a microwave.

Leona: …Ruggie said something like that before, too. Something about "even kids know how to use them," and "it's just common sense."

Leona: Back home and here on campus, we have chefs that present hot meals every day.

Leona: That's the life I've always had. So, you can imagine that I've never had the chance to use a microwave, don't you think?

Floyd: Haha, what, are ya making excuses now? You should just admit when you can't do something like a good boy.

Ghost Chef: Well, Leona-kun was very skillful and quick on his feet.

Ghost Chef: I'm sure he'll take this failure in stride and be able to use the microwave properly next time. Right, Leona-kun?

Leona: Right… Just as you say, chef.

Leona: This is a prime opportunity for me, so I would absolutely appreciate a deeper focus on learning how to use a microwave for the rest of this course.

Requested by @dida-books.

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Hello mein liebling muacks

I’m here to whore out by requesting a Dom Keegan x Sub Y/N smut! EHEHE

Scenario: in front of the mirror ehe <3 forced eye contact..?

Itll be nice to include praise and degradation <3 Y/N can be fucked dumb and knife play seems cool ((oops.. I’ll wait patiently if you want to write this EHEHHE

Greetings sweetheart hehe, I'm here to serve you something <3

Also im sorry it took so long, but here we go!!!

Fem! Reader, dom! Keegan, virginity loss, mirror sex, forced eye contact, praise + degradation (slut), dumbification... kind of?, pet names (sweet girl, bunny, baby), knife play, fingering, Keegan is a bastard and he's sweet about it

Your intentions when you came to his room were really not what he thought of them to be. All you wanted was to discuss something after the last mission when he told you you had made a little mistake when checking if there was still ammo in the gun.

So you knocked on his door.

"Be right there" his voice is muffled from behind the door, and then it opens, revealing his mask. "Oh, y/n, what can I do for you?"

Your eyes take in the lack of his eye black and you assume he was in the process of getting ready for bed. After all, it was already nine. "Hey, uhm... sorry I didn't manage to come by earlier, I had lots of paperwork," you start, fumbling with your sleeves. "But I wanted to ask you about this thing on the mission earlier."

Keegan raises a brow at that. "What about it? You gotta be more specific than that, kid."

"A- Ah, right! You said I made a mistake when checking my gun for any leftover ammo, and I wanted you to help me fix that." You explain and quickly add on, "But it doesn't have to be right now! I can wait!"

You see the realization in his eyes when you tell him what it is that brought you here, and then he chuckles. "Ohh, that. It's fine, come on in. I'll show you what you need to do."

"Thank you!" Your eyes light up at that. He opens the door a bit wider and motions for you to enter, so you do.

You miss the way his eyes glint with mischief.

The first thing you notice is the huge mirror he has that faces his bed, but you don't question it. He probably gets ready in front of it every morning to check his gear.

"Take a seat wherever you want, I'll get my gun to demonstrate." Keegan says and moves to the adjacent bathroom, and you hear a drawer open, rustling, and then it closes. You move to take a seat on his bed, just on the edge, barely keeping yourself from slipping.

You see him emerge from the bathroom through the mirror with a gun in hand. Lucky for him, his smirk is concealed by his mask.

"Okay, kid, watch closely." He says, voice dropping an octave as he sits down next to you, thighs touching. "First, you take out the ammo box," Keegan explains and does just that. "Then, you check if it's empty. If it is, you have to ascertain that there's nothing stuck in the butt of the gun."

You feel a blush on your cheeks at his explanation and how he does it. "I- I see." You nod along.

Keegan isn't dumb. He notices how what he does affects you, and he can't help the chuckle from shaking his shoulders. "You have to feel around it very carefully, okay? Move over every millimeter. Make sure nothing is stuck."

Heat spreads through your tummy at that. Watching his long fingers feel around the empty butt of the gun.

"And when you're sure there's nothing left, you can reload. Easy as that." He finishes and holds the gun out to you. "Your turn. Feel around for it."

"O- Oh! Sure.." Your eyes widen as you take the gun from his hands. "So, I just... do it like this?" You ask as you shove two fingers into it, feeling around.

Keegan can't help the way his blood shoots straight to his cock at the sight, barely able to contain the low groan that threatens to escape his throat.

"Yeah, just like that." He replies, and you shiver at the low rumble in his chest.

You stop what you're doing and clear your throat, looking into his eyes through the mirror. "O- Okay, I think I got it now. Thank you."

Keegan keeps his eyes on you and plucks the gun from your hand with a chuckle. "Good job, kid."

You clear your throat at the praise and get up. "I.. I think I'll go now then."

"Not so fast." Keegan interrupts you by grabbing your wrist and pulling you close. "I still have more things to teach you, sweet girl."

You blush, suddenly feeling like you're rooted in place. "L- Like what?"

He pulls you onto his lap all of a sudden, his mask-covered face very close to your own. "Hmm, I won't spoil that yet."

You blink hard and watch him peel his mask off, tossing it somewhere behind him. "Wow, you're... hot."

Keegan chuckles, the noise low in his chest. "Why, thank you. You're a cute little thing yourself, though." He smirks before pulling you into a heated kiss, almost devouring you.

It pulls a gasp from you, and he uses the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, eagerly exploring it all. Your hands find purchase on his muscular shoulders.

And Keegan doesn't waste time, his hands sliding over your thighs and straight under your shirt to carress your sides. "W- Wait.." You mumble against his lips.

He stops and looks at you. "What is it, bunny?"

"I, uhm.." You stammer, "I... I haven't done... that yet.."

His eyes widen at the info, and you avoid looking at them. "Hey.. It's okay, sweet girl, I'll make sure you'll have the time of your life." Keegans strokes your cheek, "If you let me."

You swallow your nerves and nod. "Nah-ah bunny, I want you to say it." He says and kisses your neck.

"Y- Yes.. I- I want it.."

"Good girl... now, get undressed for me, hm?"

You blush heavily but stand up and oblige, shedding all your clothes.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous, bunny." Keegan groans and pulls you close before landing a harsh slap to your ass, then kneading it.

A whimper escapes you due to the pain, and you notice the huge tent in his pants. "Won't- Won't you get undressed too?"

He laughs, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "If that's what you want, sweet girl." And he does, peeling them off bit by bit.

You're left in awe, taking in every scar and how ripped he is..... and how fucking huge his cock is. "That's, uhm... scary."

Keegan barks out a laugh. "I've heard a lot about it, but certainly not scary." He then scoots back a little and pulls you to sit between his legs, facing the mirror.

He meets your eyes in the mirror from over your shoulder before he suddenly presses a knife against your throat. It's not hard or anything, but the presence is known, and your breath hitches. You then observe his unoccupied, right hand slowly slide over your hips before he hovers it above your cunt.

"Say if it's too much, and I'll stop." Keegan mumbles into your ear, and you nod quickly. "Good girl."

Your hands rest on his thighs, and you bite your lip when his fingers slide over your wet pussy. He applies slight pressure and draws circles on your clit, smirking. "Damn, bunny, you're dripping wet."

You look into his eyes and whimper quietly. "Shut up.."

Keegan pushes the knife against your throat a little tighter and suddenly buries a finger in your drooling hole. "Big words coming from someone like you." He growls and bites into the crook of your neck.

A surprised squeal escapes you at the sudden intrusion and the feeling of his teeth on your skin. "K- Keegan.." You whine pitifully, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs.

The chuckle he lets out rumbles deep in his chest, sending vibration across your back. He doesn't say anything. Instead, he starts pumping his finger in and out of your cunt; so agonizingly slow it makes you tear up. "Please..." You whimper, "more.."

"Oh? More?" You see his smirk in the mirror, knife still at your throat and watching his finger slowly enter and exit your cunt, over and over and over again.

And you kind of regret not saying what more you wanted, because next thing you know, he's shoving a second finger into you. "Oh my god-"

"Isn't this what you wanted, sweet girl?" He teases, fingers going at the same agonizing pace. "You wanted more, and I did just that."

"You-" He doesn't let you finish what you wanted to say, because it's quickly again interrupted by a third finger burying itself in your sopping pussy.

All you manage is a high-pitched moan, eyes rolling back. And oh, how Keegan enjoys watching you. "You look so pretty like this, bunny. A dripping wet mess, knife to your throat... eyes rolled back just from my fingers... I can't wait to stuff your tight little virgin pussy with my cock, baby.."

You bite your lip hard, the way he talks, what he says, sent a rush of pleasure through your tummy. "F- Fuck, Keegan.."

He smirks and suddenly speeds up the pace of his fingers inside of your pussy, intensifying the squelching sounds from your wetness. The pace leaves your head spinning, and your eyes squeeze shut while you're near screaming from the overwhelming pleasure. And your first orgasm builds up way too fast.

"Can feel how hard you're clenching on my fingers, bunny." He groans, his dick twitching at the sight of you in the mirror, your noises, and the feeling of you. "I know you want to... cum for me, sweet girl."

Your nails dig into his thighs, your eyes roll back, and your jaw goes slack when your climax washes over you soon after he said that. Your cum soakes his fingers, and he pulls them out.

"Look at the mess you made." He says and holds them in front of your way with a smirk and a glint in his eyes. "So much cum... my dirty little girl."

"I- It just... felt so good.." You pant, still coming down from your orgasm. You meet his eyes, gulping when you see the way his knife is at your throat. And then he puts his fingers into his mouth, cleaning your juices right off.

"Hmm, taste so sweet.." He groans, and you feel his cock tap against your back. "Just what I'd expect from you, my sweet, sweet girl."

You whine and squirm, trying to turn around. "Keegan.."

He chuckles and uses his now free hand to cup one of your tits. "What's up, baby?"

"Wanna... wanna kiss you again.."

Keegan lets a deep moan rip and turns your face to kiss you over your shoulder. It's messy, but it feels so good. "Are you ready for the real deal, baby?"

You shudder when he sets the knife down, the other hand now unoccupied and sliding across your thigh. "Y- Yes... I want it.."

"Good girl." He praises and kisses your shoulder. "Lift your hips for me, baby."

He taps your hip, and you quickly oblige. You watch him in the mirror as he rolls a condom on so quickly that you almost miss it. "Try to relax yourself, bunny, I'll be gentle," Keegan snickers, "at least for now."

A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his tip nudge your slit, moving it back and forth a little to tease you. "Keegan, please... please put it in.." You whine, trying to push back, and your eyes roll back once more when the tip enters you.

"Shit.. you naughty little bunny." He curses before slowly easing more and more of himself into you. "You feel so good, baby."

You pant, the stretch burning deliciously, and you already feel so full.

"Can't- Can't take more!" You quickly gasp when he pushes in further, tears pricking your eyes at the overwhelming feeling.

"Oh, you can, bunny, don't worry 'bout it." Keegan mumbles, clearly struggling to control himself. "I'm halfway in, you're doing so good, sweet girl.."

You whimper when more and more of his long, thick length pushes into you. "Feel.. so full.."

He doesn't say anything, just focuses to not lose himself in the feeling of your pussy. And then he finally bottoms out, his pelvis flush against your ass. The tip presses against your cervix and the sensation is weird.

"Fuck, bunny... You're taking me so well.." He grunts, holding you tight against his chest. "How does it feel? Can I move?"

Your breathing is harsh, his cock filling you up so deliciously. "Y- Yeah... you can move... just start it slow.."

Keegan's hands are on your hips, and you watch in his mirror how he slowly fucks in and out of you. The noises your sopping cunt makes are a little embarrassing, but neither of you cares. "Fuck, you take me so well.. feel so damn good, bunny."

You whimper and dig your fingers into his thighs again. "You.. you feel good, too... stretchin' me out so much.."

He groans deeply and suddenly picks up the pace, snapping his hips quickly back and forth, clapping against your buttcheeks. "A- Ah, Keegan!"

"That's right, baby, scream my name.." He moans into your ear, watching you get fucked by him in the mirror.

"F- Fuck! Please! Go harder!" You wail loudly, tears slowly streaming down your cheeks.

"With pleasure, my sweet girl." He grunts before his thrusts pick up even more speed and harshness. "Gonna make sure your pussy remembers the shape of my cock, baby."

"Mhh, fuck! Yes, please, yes!" You scream out, the way he fucks you so hard and fast leaves your brain a mess.

"Look at yourself, going dumb on my cock, hm?" Keegan says through clenched teeth, the smacking noises loud in the room.

All you manage in response is a long, drawn-out moan of his name, and your pussy clenching hard around him. "Feel... Feel like cumming!"

He growls at that, his thrusts not letting up. "Cum for me, bunny, make a mess on my cock."

You squeal when you feel your orgasm hit you like a truck, legs trembling and clenching around his dick. "I'm gonna cum, too."

Keegan delivers a few more powerful thrusts before shooting his load into the condom. You can feel his dick twitching inside of you as he slowly rides out both your highs.

You slump back against his chest, legs still twitching and breathing erratic. You can't even form a coherent thought, just feeling so fucked out and blissful.

He chuckles into your ear, caressing the spots where he had gripped your hips. "My sweet, little bunny. Did so good for me."

You whine and try to snuggle more against him. "Tired.."

"It's okay, sweet girl. Let me take care of you now." He says and carresses your thigh. "Got you all dumb on my cock, hm? My little slut... just for me.."