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Alexey Luchin, former Ice Pick Lodge employee, has commented to support the allegations against Dybowski, giving more insight and making additional accusations regarding grooming, physical and emotional abuse.
One of the most noteworthy things is his claims about Dybowski's current relationship with IPL. According to Luchin, Dybowski has not cut any ties with IPL or vice versa, and is only claiming that to avoid alimony payments:
Nikolay formally removed himself from the company (IPL) in a legal sense, in order to avoid paying adequate alimony. The payments on the screenshots are as low as 100$, which isn't nearly enough. [...] He's still working, the maneur [sic] is only to avoid alimony. Though I must say, these days the team is "carrying" him mostly. New Ice-Pick Lodge is great, there are lots of motivated people who gre up on old Ice-Pick games and are doing their very best!
Full comment thread here.
I will also post his comments below, for those who may not have or wish to visit Reddit. Special thanks to user Winterlings for asking follow-up questions, and of course a massive applause to Luchin for being willing to share this under his own name.
As a former colleague (I worked on Pathologic 1, The Void, Cargo, and a bit of uncredited work on Pathologic 2), I am sad to confirm, that this is most likely true. There is a link to follow the ongoing court considering the child alimony payments, and it looks like there will be another one, considering recent occusations. (As link to Russian websites are banned, see original source in the mod comment. You will need a VPN to go further down the first link in the post to see the court progress, or use google translate on that link to bypass the need for VPNs) I know Nikolay well, from at least 2006, and unfortunatelly his "misbehaviours" have been an open secret for a long time, on which I didn't comment for two reasons. One - he is not the studio, and isn't involved much in development since The Void - do NOT take out your anger on the talanted and good people working of Pathologic 3. Second - I've been kind of a coward, until I've learnt in 2018 or so, that a girlfriend of mine was also groomed by him, while we were still dating, and since then I broke all ties with Nikolay. He has been a raging, violent and erratic alcoholic, a sociopath and a pathological liar all these years. I personally know at least 10 people who he harmed directly in relation to public accusations (but it's their stories to tell, not mine). He is a manipulative sociopath, that is very good with words, another reason why these stories only surfaced now. The reason I'm speaking up right now is because I figured that after the last ephebophilia and grooming accusations, that cost him his job as a univercity teacher, and danger of going to court, he would change his ways. But things have gotten worse and more rotten since then. There isn't a reliable "reputation institution" in Russian gamedev, but it must start at some point. I believe the best path for Nikolay would be to leave Ice-Pick Lodge to not tarnish their reputation with his own fuckups, and leave the current studio to work as is - they're doing a great job on Pathologic 3, and they once again should NOT be harrassed for a single person's misdeeds.
When asked about identity verification:
I'm easily googlable by my handle, my name is Alexey "The LxR" Luchin. Though my work is uncredited on both Pathologics ironically, but also I'm falsely credited on Knock-Knock, which I haven't worked on. Anyhow, it'll be easy to find me in the credits for The Void and Cargo and by traces of my active participation in building the early game communities on the forums. :) Also possibly another colleague of mine in this thread may verify that it is indeed me, though I'd understand if they wish to remain anonymous.
Whether or not we as a community should hold IPL as a company responsible for this in some way, or go through with some financial boycott, I am leaning more and more towards at the very least requiring some kind of statement. Not only because of what Dybowski has done in his personal life, although that's more than bad enough, but because this crosses the line into actively having an impact on the dev team, the games, and in turn the community. I want to be able to know that this is something they take seriously and that Dybowski is gone, before I give them more money. But that is just my stance, and any nuanced take is of course welcome.
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order 88 | headcanons | Heartslabyul | Gender Neutral
â NOTE: ignoring them and giving silent treatment. Unintentionally a bit angsty, how could you ever ignore them
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âș Ace Trappola
He is honestly really offended and keeps mocking you saying how you canât keep it up forever. But once he realizes itâs been longer than a few minutes he gets actually agitated. He sits right next to you, staring expectantly. If you move away he gets closer. He gets really clingy and does everything to make you talk again. Texts you, bribes you, ignores you back, pokes you, tickles you, just everything.
âLook at the video I sent you.â He said while elbowing you, but you say nothing but just continue doing whatever on your phone. He grits his teeth and he suddenly squeezes the side of your waist. He laughs at your reaction and tries to poke at your stomach as you try to ignore him and defend yourself from his attacks. Best to give in at that point.
âș Deuce Spade
Heâs so sad, he doesnât really notice it at first and just assumes youâre spaced out until you turn and walk away from him. He chases after you and, like Ace, follows you around and clings to you. Heâs basically begging to know what he did wrong and asks a lot of questions and apologizes for everything. He still wants to be near you even if youâre mad at him.
â[Name], are you okay?â He leaned over to you but you didnât even glance at him, just reading the book you had. âIâm sorry for whatever I did.â With no response back he looks at the book youâre reading and sighs. He grabs your free hand and squeezes it apologetically. Unconsciously you may squeeze his hand back.
âș Cater Diamond
Heâs unbearable, it feels like heâs being brutally punched in the gut whenever you ignore him so itâs agony. He needs your attention. HE NEEDS IT. You have to watch the videos he sends you and you have to respond to all of it. More importantly you need to talk to him. He will grab you and look at you in the eye and ask why. Though your silence and turning away is enough to make him sulk. He just keeps whining until you give in. Which he doesnât know when but heâll do it as long as he has to. He sets up a Timelapse video of you until you talk again. He uses any tactic to break your silence.
â[Name], [Name], [Name], [Name], [Name], [Name]!â He chanted while pulling your arm, âYou canât ignore me forever! Whatever it is Iâm super sorry and I wonât do it again but please talk to meâŠâ You didnât even glance his way but he grabbed your chin and forces eye contact. He pulls you in close and gives you a slow kiss, cut short because of you pulling away bashfully. He leans over and smirks, âCâmon.â
âș Trey Clover
He tries to reflect on what he has done to deserve this but he is still really disheartened by being so blatantly ignored. He tries to talk to you for a bit, asking how your day was and if you need help with anything. Heâll probably fix your hair for you and clean up some, trying to get in your good grades again. If that doesnât work then he does what he does best, which is baking. He bakes your favorite pastry.
â[Name], are you hungry?â He asks but no response, not even a glance. He sighs and sets it down in front of you, before picking up a piece and holding it close to your face. He can see you inhale it and you blink a few times while struggling to contain your urge to eat it. He smirks, âIf you want it, use your words.â
âș Riddle Rosehearts
You can see the heartbreak on his face when he greets you and you move right past him. Maybe you were spaced out? But once you do it again heâs troubled. He approaches you calm but in the inside heâs desperate trying not to crash out. He asks to talk it out and he wants to apologize properly. But once ignored again heâs freaking out. He grabs your hand and unexpectedly just hugs you.
âIn order to understand what I did wrong, I must know what it was. It cannot be a true apology if you leave me in the dark.â He says earnestly though you walk away. You donât get very far as he grabs your hand and with a pause he pulls you in. His arms wrap around you and he presses his forehead against your shoulder. âYell at me, insult me, just say something.â
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst#ace trappola#ace trappola x reader#deuce spade#deuce spade x reader#cater diamond#cater diamond x reader#trey clover#trey clover x reader#riddle rosehearts#riddle rosehearts x reader
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A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 7
Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1554
Written: 22nd December 2024
Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
He's been relegated to picking up supplies. You'd thrust a list at him that morning, and he'd almost seen a tail behind you, flicking and curling like a question mark.
It isn't the first time you've had him wrapped around your finger, requesting his assistance. Normally you only ask when you're sick, desperate for supplies and he's available. (He'll always be available.)
Still, this time you've handed him a list for crafts, shoved him from his own base, and you peppered his face in kisses before he can even respond or argue.Â
Not that he would, but he wishes you would at least come shopping with him. He's found himself enjoying the domesticity of you puttering around aisles while he pushes a trolley. If he takes his eyes off you, you'll steal the trolley and go skidding down an empty aisle.
Which is how he stands now, in the living room of his base, hands full of arts and crafts supplies, while he stares at a tree he doesn't remember buying.
It's twinkling with lights half done, but otherwise it bears no decoration. The twins are balancing on each other's shoulders trying to throw the multicoloured flashing lights up towards the top of it. You're there underneath, ready to catch them if them.
He's pretty sure someone's going to end up with a broken bone. (Which he does not want to explain to the doctor.)
With a flick of his finger, black and red swirling mist quickly remove lights from hands and twist them around the top of the tree. Gently, and carefully.
He's only slightly smug, smirk in full, when you turn to him in surprise. He's even more smug when your face instantly warms, eyes twinkling at him.
If he were really a crow, his feathers would poof up and he'd preen. Instead he wipes his hand on his shirt collar and extends the bags he's holding, "For you, kitten."
Your whirlwind of activity rushes over, the twins wobbling before they manage to detangle themselves, grabbing at the bag and pulling them to the floor. Separating things out.
He watches absently, but you're focused and tapping on your chin as you think, so he abandons you to your considerations to make himself useful. Warm drinks in hand before he returns to you.
Sylus finds you showing the twins how to fold and make ornaments with coloured paper. He hesitates at the door, if you had wanted ornaments, why did you not just ask for them? He could have ordered any number. Any colour. Anything you wanted.
He's again unsettled by a strange uncomfortable dissatisfaction, you do not make it easy to provide for you. To satisfy every desire. He wonders how you became someone who holds them so close to the chest, scared to want, all over again. He offers hot chocolate to the twins, and frothed coffee to you, (the smell never gets better), before sitting next to you on the floor, cross legged and curious.
You look over and grin, and for a second he sees ears tilting forwards in mischief, pupils blown and ready to pounce. "We didn't have a lot growing up, so me and Caleb would make ornaments for the tree with Gran. The twins wanted to try..." there's a question there that you want to ask but you can't quite... get the words out.
He can read you well enough to know the hesitation, and he leans in, voice low, fingers brushing your cheek, "Show me."
Sylus prides himself on learning, he's good at picking up skills, but he cannot be said to be creative. He is, however, good at following steps. He does, however, enjoy trying.
It's not a new skill that will be useful for anything other than moments like this, but truthfully if he only ever learned skills for moments like this, he'd be a happier fiend than he has any right to.
The twins decide to get pens and decorate the shapes he folds, while you sit nearby fretting over a new challenge. He finds himself looking over and peering but you catch him and point at his hands in an unspoken order. Focus.
He chuckles, only you would dare to order him about, and only you would gain his obedience as he follows your orders.
As they end up with a pile of... he's not sure he'd call anything he and the twins have made art, the fish would surely have something to say if he tried, he already dreads the upcoming conversation, but you're thrilled and excited as you come over to look. Picking up paper baubles and stars that the twins have drawn silly faces on.
There's a happy flush to Luke and Kieran's face as you wholeheartedly approve, and he swallows a lump in his throat that he doesn't really understand. Yet he wants to cry, he thinks, and he's not really sure why. Or what caused it.
He doesn't linger, doesn't have time, as you're pushing him towards the tree, "You get the top, Luke, middle, Kieran, bottom." Then you're running off.
He's starting to think the holidays are a little too much trouble... (Warm, vibrant, comforting.) That lilting voice that sounds like yours again.
Your soul is always so noisy, he muses, warmed and placated.
They're almost done when you come back, this time you're not as energetic. There's waves coming off you, nerves and anxiety rippling under skin. He pauses, where he's about to hang a star, and looks down at you. As soon as he does you swallow, shoving a cardboard box into his arms.
Not a box? It has numbers on it?
"We-" you swallow past the nerves and push on. Ever ready to fight a monster. Even if the monster is yourself, "also used to make calendars for each other. It's late, so it's only twelve days." He catches your hand before it scratches at your arm, smoothing his thumb over your fingers and then rubbing circles into your palm. He blinks down at the thing, and sees today. He drops the star he's holding unceremoniously and presses the little cardboard flap open.
The calendar is decorated with a picture of a crow surrounded by presents. He remembers the fish encouraging your artistic pursuits, and while he's not sure if it's good, he never seems to be sure if it's good... he knows he likes it.
Inside is a hand wrapped chocolate and a small note.
Day one - A reminder that I love you, and appreciate you always, thank you Sylus.
You're still fidgeting, and at this point the twins have peeked their heads over to stare at his bounty. The longer he stares, the more he realises he has to speak, has to respond but his throat feels closed and his chest is so tight. It hurts. It hurts.
"If it's stupid you don't have to-"
He drops his calendar and he presses you into his chest. He's sure if he were better practiced in his emotions he'd cry. Instead he just encompasses you in his body, squeezing and holding and drowning in you. He nips at your cheek, hand squeezing your face, he wants to bite and chew and claw and scratch.
He can't understand and he doesn't want to hurt, but he breathes you in. Relieved he has no tail to betray him, wagging furiously. You're giggling at his reaction, trying to pull away from his rough handling, calling his name out like knives in his heart, and he finally kisses you. Over and over and over. Tasting his name on your lips and your love in his heart.
Then he startles, pulling away quickly to see that thankfully the twins had caught his gift, the note and the chocolate. Placing it on the side. They're giving him a look like he's a fool, he might be, because he has an evol that can move things for him. Instead his foolish body betrayed him.
"Hunter! Do we get one?" Luke calls, pouting, and you keep a hold on Sylus' hand. Grounding him as he looks at your note over and over, pressing your thumb into his wrist, and smoothing his rapid uneven heartbeat there.
Still you extend a makeshift calendar to the twins, one each, identical except for the names. He can tell that you'd been careful to match every line. "Of course."
He absently notes that you've left four more on the side. The fish, the doctor, the prince and an untouched one for your family. The note is finally placed in his pocket, right over his heart, where he knows he'll keep it until it's worn and unreadable. Not that it matters, because he'll remember it always.
As you watch him smooth his fingers over it, you laugh, "You know there's eleven more days of those right?" Your nerves are still simmering, he can tell, but you're thrilled for his reaction and eased with his earnestness and joy. He lets your words settle and then darts to the calendar on the side, he hears the twins opening theirs but barely cares.
You panic when you realise he's going to just tear the thing open for more of your feelings recorded in pretty stationary paper, before you throw yourself at his back, "Sylus! No! They're for other days!"
#wonder writes#love and deepspace#sylus#lads sylus#lads x reader#lads x mc#sylus x reader#reader x sylus#lads#love and deepspace sylus#a mandated Christmas break#so... I'll be real. is lads a utopia cause I need to know how the old lady who experimented for ever and may or may not have been in hiding#had enough for a fancy house#so in my mind she had money hidden away to build a new life#but in general wasn't wealthy by any standard#mostly cause I grew up poor and I adore the idea of Caleb and MC trying to make josie happy with handmade gifts#and handmade things because it meant they strained the woman who raised them less#anyway tldr#the kids were poor.#also if you want to know what I have written down for the other day 1 calendars#Luke: your humour and laughter brightens any room#Kieran: your smarts and quick thinking make any challenge fun#Xavier: thank you for always lighting up the dark#Raffy: your passionate heart and creative hand make days better#Zayne: thank you for protecting my heart every day in every way#also I totally ascribe sylus to my level of patience#I can wait years for something but the second that I get an announcement that it's soon. I need it NOW
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the post earlier about dad akiđ„ș!!! dad aki is the type of dad to be real patient with his kids whilst doing homework and teaching them how to read! and omg he wears that baby sling thing when youâre grocery shopping together, you catch him in the corner of your eye pretending to bite your babyâs hand and blowing raspberries and kisses into their palm! and he also has an incredibly soft voice with them đ„ș
dad aki you are so precious to me....
he's the most compassionate father, he never raises his voice, he's always patient with his child and tells them how proud he is when they finally figure out something he's been teaching them.
and he's the most prepared dad, he keeps everything he needs for his baby in his car, and that means absolutely everything. his backseat is littered with a strapped-in carseat, extra pairs of clothes, packets of diapers and wipes. he takes the baby sling everywhere with him, but he's also got a basket and a stroller in the trunk. he keeps an extra pacifier in his glove box and never forgets to bring their baby blanket. sometimes, he gets some interesting looks from his coworkers whenever they ask him to give them a ride, just because yeah, he has a ring on his finger, but aki never really struck them as a family sort of man.
and with his coworkers, he's known to speak somewhat coldly, to always maintain a super serious serious sort of tone... that's why it comes as a bit of a shock for anyone to see the way he talks to his baby. his voice instantly gets so much softer, more high-pitched. he's laughing and smiling as he kisses their forehead and squeezes their tiny hands.
#I think aki is really scared to hold his baby at first#he keeps insisting maybe it'd be best if you hold them instead#it's not that he doesn't want to#he just gets so nervous about dropping them#but he feels such an overwhelming feeling when he's holding them in his arms#knowing that they're *his* child. that he's somehow this lucky to have a family#he eventually gets a little more used to it and once he does#he sort of just becomes the designated baby holder#he'll never complain about carrying your baby the whole time you're out#or constantly holding the hand of your toddler to make sure they never run off#(he has to lean down a lot in order to do that)#you understand dad aki. ilysm#ask mags#aki <3
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Y'know, it's not hard to imagine that Starline's cyborg stuff might be a slight nod to the robotification stuff. Taking people, rewriting basically everything about them to be war machines, and obviously the.. well, cyborg stuff.
This boy was inspired by Eggman and honestly that's the worst thing to happen to the world. Oops!
#My Kingdom ;; OOC#New World Order ;; Starline#that's really all i had to say.#it does make me wonder if he's capable of making robots proper. i'd lean yes considering his fluency in working with eggman's tech#which they explicitly have tails himself point out HE'S not capable of easily. definitely a big thing that is a lil' glossed over.#aka this is all just me spinning my wheels in the bg contemplating what original stuff i can do with starline. which is. unfortunately.#QUITE. a lot. considering the implications of what he was able to do.#it just comes down to the tunnel vision character flaw he has.#back to not doing much i prommy. i just had to get this down before i forgor y'know?
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Activism is not cold-calling.
Activism is not cold-calling, and this is critically important to understand.
I'm seeing a lot of posts on here about 'building bridges' and 'finding community,' and then (extremely valid) response posts saying "BUT HOW??" And I'm going to explain something that can be very counter-intuitive: there is strategy involved in community.
As a longtime volunteer labour organizer, Iâve taken and taught many trainings on the strategy of talking. Something that surprises a lot of people is the very first thing you do in a union campaign. You sit down with your organizing committee, take out pen and paper, and literally map it out. You draw a physical map of the workplace: where are the entrances, exits, break rooms, supervisor offices. Essentially, âwhere is it safe to have a union conversation.â Then you draw another physical chart of your coworkers. You sort out who is union-friendly, openly hostile to unions, or somewhere in the middle, and then you plan out very deliberately and carefully who talks to whom and in what order.
Consider: If Vocally Leftist Jane walks up to Conservative David and says "hey what do you think about unions," David is going to shut down immediately. He's not inclined to listen to Jane. But if Jane talks to Moderate Jason and brings him into the fold, then Jason is a far more effective strategic choice to talk to David, and David may actually hear him out without an instant reaction.
IMPORTANT CAVEAT: If Conservative David turns out to be Alt-Right David, and could be dangerous to follow organizers, we write him off. We are not trying to reach Alt-Right David. We are trying to reach Conservative David, who may actually be persuaded to find solidarity with other employees as fellow workers. Jason is a safe scout to find out which one he is. It does no one any good if Leftist Jane (or even Moderate Jane who is a visible minority) talks to Alt-Right David and puts herself on his radar. Not only has she done nothing to convince Alt-Right David to join a union - she's probably actively turned him against the idea - but now she's also in danger and the entire campaign is at risk. NOBODY WANTS THIS. Jane was NOT a hero for doing this. The organizing committee was foolish and enacted a terrible strategy to everyone's detriment.
Where you can make a difference is with people who will listen to you. You having a conversation with your well-meaning but clueless Centrist Democrat Auntie, and maybe gently helping her understand some things the media has been glossing over, is way more strategically useful than you marching up to MAGA Neighbour You've Met Once and trying to "build community" or "understand" them. They don't care. They're impervious, dangerous, and cruel. But maybe your beloved auntie will think about what you said, and then talk to her friend Anna who IDs as "fiscally conservative" but didn't vote because she can't bring herself to get on board with Trump. Then perhaps Anna talks to her brother Nic who has MAGA leanings but isn't all the way there yet. Proto-MAGA Nic would not have listened to you, nor would he have listened to Centrist Democrat Auntie, but he might absorb some of what his sister is saying.
This is not a cop-out or an echo chamber. This is you spending your time and energy strategically and safely. You are not a useful activist to anyone if youâre dead. Anyone who is telling you to hurl yourself directly at MAGA assholes like cannon fodder has no understanding of the strategy behind community building, and you should feel comfortable writing them off.
Last point: If you are tired, emotionally devastated, and/or in danger: take a break. This post is for people who would feel better jumping into action, not for people who are too overwhelmed to even think about it right now. You are worth so much even if youâre not actively Doing Activism, and your rest is worth more than âa break period so you can recharge and Do More Activism.â We all deserve the individual dignity of being worthy of comfort, rest & safety just on the basis of being human, outside of whatever we're doing for others' benefit. To deny ourselves that dignity is to devalue ourselves, and thatâs the absolute last thing any of us should be doing right now.
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#THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY. g. suguru
â sum. the last thing youâd expect for a surprise birthday present by your friends was a visit to a menâs strip club. geto suguruâyour dancerâs got it all. tall, handsome, and he wants waaay more than just thirty minutes with you.
wc. 6.9k (h.. haha)
warnings. fem! reader, stripper au, stripper! geto, unprotected, lap dancīng, dry humping, switch geto, lots of riding, 69, finishing too quick, choking, geto has nīpple piercings, hair pulling, spīt, dirty talk, he licks champagne off you, nīpple play, breedīng, praise, **** cameo :), petnames.
an. ty to the ppl who voted on my poll <3 kinda scared to post this LOL. this came on a whim Ê
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†kinktober mlist.
âi understand your body wants it. i know your thoughts, oh you âbout it âbout it . . â
the erotic lyrics that blared through the clubâs abject speakers nearly deafened your ears the moment you stepped inside. you were flashed with a plethora of luminescent jade lights as you read a glowing sign near the bar that read âwelcome to the vixxxen lounge.â your friends, who decided to surprise you for your birthday with nothing more than a girlsâ trip to a menâs strip club told you theyâd be getting drinks if you need them. of course . . that was probably code for: going to spend time near the private rooms.
apparently, itâs âhappy hourâ which meant countless discountsâand youâd already had your two individual sessions paid for by one of your friends. crisp aerating air waves from the air conditioner chills against your skin as you lean against the bronzy brick pillar. you gather your surroundings, eyeing the oily attractive glossed men that entertained the screaming crowds of thirsty women. the wide stage was spacey, and it almost looked like a concertâyou started to wonder just who you were paired up with. but right as youâre pondering deep in thought, thereâs a light tap on your shoulder.
âmiss.â
you turn around to face probably the most attractive man youâve laid your eyes upon. heâs tall with lengthy long hair â tangled black tresses of strands that reach just about past his shoulders. you couldnât help but openly gawk a bit . . finding your eyes to leisurely trail down toward his skimpy attire. near his neck, he had a stained smooch of a lip stick mark that was a dark shaded red. you then noticed a few hundred dollar bills stuck in between his red thin straps.
this guy, it appeared he was dressed as some kind of firefighter. he had on the helmet along with the matching baggy yellow pants, but was completely topless. the only thing that went against his chiseled pecs was the skinny straps that attached onto the belts of his pants.
âheyy,â he waves a hand in your face, arching a brow.
âo- oh, sorry,â you bashfully murmur, mentally cursing yourself out for wandering off into space again. embarrassing, embarrassing. fishing for your vip pass that gave you direct access to one of the secluded private roomsâyou dig it out your pocket, staring down at the assigned dancer and room number. âare you uh . . geto?â
âi am. but ah, suguruâs fine,â he murmurs, and he takes your pass, putting the temperature lanyard over your neck. getoâs fingers brush against your skin and you nearly shudder.
his touch.. it felt like sparks of electricity, and near the far distance by the crowded stage, your friends waved at you. with a throaty, âfollow me, birthday girl,â he swiftly turns his heels and starts making a beeline toward the back of the club. you follow him, continuing to eye his costume.
but phew, he had quite the ass.
but anywayâthatâs not the point.
it never really occurred to you how all the male strippers had specific costumesâyou were far too entranced by geto. it was probably because of how halloween was only a mere few weeks away, so itâd make sense how theyâd be ordered to get into the spirit of things.
âand imma let you do it how you wanna girl iâll riiiide with it, riiiide with it . . â
the lyrics of that catchy same song that resounded through the speakers of the club grew louderâand as he guided you inside the dimly red lit room, he makes you lie back against a cushioned sofa. thereâs a few piles of money scattered near the front, and you didnât count but that amount could make anyone filthy rich.
geto rubs the back of his neck, rolling it around to stretch before he glances down at you. you struggle to look him in the eye and a faint smile creases across his lips.
youâre new, and he could tell you werenât used to such carnal provocative environments.
ârelaaax, pretty girl,â his voice was low purr. the way he talked was soothing, a good amount of teasing and playfulness. right at his words, your shoulders slumped and you lean back.
the air around you seems to close in, getting thicker ân thicker before he makes you haul your arms over the edges of the couch. âcomfy?â and he doesnât do anything else until you give him a subtle complying nod. geto takes off his amber-colored helmet before putting it on your head. âlean back. just focus on me.â
âo . . okay,â you exhale, and your eyes finally meet his.
the fake firefighter helmet crooks, tilting a bit to the side over the crown of your head as you watch him starting to sway to the bass dropping beats. you gulp as he gets closer . . and closer, following the exact steps to his usual routine before he gets on your lap.
heâs so pretty, and now that his helmet was off of him, you got an even more view of his face. geto starts to slowly grind against you, one hand resting near back of the couch thatâs next to your shoulder. heâs fully in sync with the song that booming blares in the background.
the friction. he was moving up against you, and you couldnât help but glance down his glossy chest. his legs were huge, and you didnât even notice the clamped silver piercings that stuck against his reddened nipples. âis this okay?â he whispers, and you already feel yourself starting to heat up. the a/c was blastingâand yet, you felt like it was over a hundred degrees.
â âs okay,â you breathlessly say, feeling your facial expressions serene. geto swiftly gets off you, and he starts to rock and grind his hips against the floor.
heâs slow and preciseâeach movement matches the following before he sits up, flicking against the straps of his costume. fuck, you couldnât keep your eyes off of him. you knew he was probably used to this . . seeing so many women at a time, giving them a thirty minute private dance and going on with his day.
geto had charisma and lots lots of it.
it was ironic because he didnât even have to say anything. throughout the duration of his entire routine, he let his hips do the rest of the talking. speaking of hips, youâve never seen a more a slutty waist.
itâs unapologetically snatched, and you start to envision seeing his face plastered on every cover of a a menâs vogue magazine. heâs gorgeousâand the second heâs back in your lap again, he leans into the crook of your neck. âhey,â he repeats, and his voice was a lot more pitched and lower. itâs a dirty kind of husky that makes you clench your thighs together. as heâs up closeâyou get a whiff of his cologne. itâs quite loud, and youâd guess the scent was something between bergamot and rich aromatic oak moss. âdo you wanna touch me?â
a breath gets trapped in the back of your clogged throat at the question.
geto continues to gradually grind his hips into you as pretty black strands of his hair tickles near your shoulders. ây- yes,â and the words smoothly flow from your lips like smooth molasses of chocolate.
geto was patient, and he wanted to make you comfortableâthat was his number one priority.
he speaks in a more rough yet sly tone. â âm gonna grab your wrists okay? just feel me,â and you feel mentally prepare yourself. biting down on your bottom lipâyou mouth a soft, âokay,â and geto gently grabs your wrists.
heâs still slowly jerking his hips against you, matching each sultry beat of the song. the base of the chorus rang through your ears and the lyrics flowed through once ear ân out the other.
as you stare up at him, he makes you press your hands firmly against his shaven flexing chest. sheets of slicking sweat that covers the top part of his body coats on your hands and you cutely furrow your brows. âheh, oh sorry love. âm a bit sweaty, hope that doesnât turn you off.â
âitâs f . . fine,â you utter, and he resumes to guide your hands. his chest was as hard as a brick, and you felt how his muscles would freely tense.
god, geto was a literal sculpture. you probably looked stupid with how you kept openly staring at his perfectly carved abs. an entire six pack - each section even more strenuously ripped than the first.
as you continue to gawk, eyes nearly bulging out of their socketsâyou feel him shifting his weight a bit so he wouldnât crush you. your thumb snags against his pierced nipple and he grunts, breaking character for a second. he lets off a cute snarl. âsorry! i didnât-â
âsweetheart, itâs okay,â he hums, releasing a low puff of air. so he was sensitive there, noted.
as he continues, he makes your hands reach lower. the thin straps of his costume glide against your plump fingertips before he stops at his fading raven-colored happy trail.
black ân bushy . . you could make out every single tiny speck of hair that stuck against the lower part of his abdomen if you squinted, and you did.
the rest was hiding underneath the upper hem part of his prop turnout pants. ânow âm gonna let go of my hands,â he whispers, eyeing you intently.
it was so much lustful ardor in the air. the more you stared at the dancer, the more you started questioning why the hell you never visited a strip club sooner. a question that was probably gonna remain unanswered..
â . . ân âm gonna let you do whatever you want while i finish.â he concludes his sentence, and as if his hands were attached to your own with adhesive velcro, geto slowly pulls away.
now, itâs just your two balmy palms pressing against his chest. you take it upon yourself to drag an invisible line down his flat sleek cheek with your fingers.
your hands then find themselves reaching for a few papery fifty dollar bills, tossing it at his glossed grinding body. geto sighs with a cunning simper, continuing to rock his slim hips into your lap. âthatâs it, feel me princess. âm all yours.â
and in a way â he was.
it was only you two in the room, and yet it felt like you ân suguru were the only people on earth. the entire mood was sensual and you could almost smell the libido that radiated off his skin. it was a scent you couldnât describeâbut you didnât want him to stop.
as your hands kept roaming down his puffed out chest, you stop right at the hem of his pants. poking out, his sharp carved-like âvâ shaped pelvis arches within each muscle he moves forward.
the crimson red lights that flicker every three seconds narrowly spotlights toward getoâs fit body. for a quick momentâyou get a good glimpse of his face and heâs inches away from your shimmery twitching lips.
geto leans up to your ear and he hoarsely whispers. âbirthday girllll,â and he huffs out a drawn breath, feeling you eagerly tug at his pants. a snicker leaves from him before he gets a nice smell of your citrusy perfume. âah. is the pants gettinâ on your nerves?â
âa bit,â you murmur honestly, and you were already undressing him with your eyes. you were sure geto was most likely wearing a thong underneath but you imagined otherwise.
filthy - you couldnât believe the thoughts you were having.
to think, if you hadnât accepted this little âgirlsâ tripâ with your friends, youâd probably be sleeping the entire day away. after all, they did want you to get out more. especially for your special day. with a pout twisting across each part of your lips, you sigh. âcan iââ
âwhat, undress me?â he tries to play coy, seeing your pouty expression increase. geto hums, amused as you lightly hook a finger underneath his hooked strap before he shrugs. âgo âhead, princess. knock yârself out.â
geto found your hesitance cute. you didnât wanna seed âneedyâ but you were showing all signs of it. at the moment, you completely forgot you were at a strip club and he was just a dancer.
but fuck it.
you went slow as he still straddles your lap, slowly pulling down his loosely fitted pants. they were baggy.. a flashy color of yellow, and the more you tugged them down, the more you got a glance at his scanty thong.
itâs dark purple with his name embedded on the thin white strips.
from all sides, it spelled âs u g u r u,â in bold lilac plum colors. he even had custom made thongs? as if you couldnât get even more arousedâ
yeah, you were aroused. leave it to your legs that remained glued together starting to swelter up with ⊠stickiness.
not everyday did you have a man grind against your lap, and to be fucking frank you didnât think youâd last.
âyouâre so pretty,â you pant, watching him shimmy his pants down to where it flops down to his ankles. and oh, he had quite the bulge.
it looked almost painfulâso swole and round, you just wanted to kiss it. it looked like at any second it was about to just burst through the cottony stretched fabric. the scenery grows more hedonic as the red lights dimmer. you could barely see his face anymore, just a silhouette that grinds against your lap at each beat of the song playing loudly.
as you nearly slip out a moan, you lean back before your heaving breaths start to accelerate. âsuguru.â
âaw,â he coos, feeling your arms wrap around his slender waist. getoâs still swiftly grinding into you, feeling your cute nails claw into his back. the back of your brain kept chanting âmore, more, more!â
you still have the helmet on, and with the way itâs crooked and could barely fit your headâhe found that small detail adorable. as he remained seated on your squished thighs, it was embarrassing to think you were starting to feel yourself erratically throb.
leaning into your neck, he could loudly smell your sheer arousal and it makes him lowly chuckle against the soft shell of your ear. ânot satisfied, yeah?â and he lets off a quiet bellowing grunt, feeling your hands trail down his sweaty body once more.
heâs so built, parallel to a literal tank.
getoâs rocking against you in rhythm with the same song that still trumpets through the speakers before whispering. âjust say it ân iâll give it to you.â
âyou always come to the parties. to pluck the feathers off allll the biiiirds. . â
the lengthy song continued to drag onâand the busted speakers in the private room sounded like it was about to break from the distortion. it was loud, but your panting breaths was even louder the more geto dances on you.
letting off a longing three second moan once a leg of yours voluntarily hooks around his slim waist, you mewl out a sweet, âi want you. suguru, fuck me.â
âoh. sounds like a demand, sweetheart,â he purrs, and he stills his hips against your lap.
getoâs got a plethora of rings on each of his fingers. pretty silver ân gold bands that would wrap around his digits. he had long fingers, thin and perfectly slender.
the more you stared, the more you thought how good theyâd fit insiâ
âeyes up here,â he cuts you off, and you shudder feeling his palms cup your face. your leg still wraps around his waist before another shortly follows.
heâs barely rocking into you now, and with a bumpy shimmy, you feel his bulge rub against you. âmhm,â geto grunts before meeting your needy gaze once more. as a thumb strokes your bottom lip, pulling it down gingerly, he whispers. âask nicely. say pretty please.â
âyou wonât ⊠charge me extra?â you sheepishly say, beads of perspiring sweat trickling down all sides of your forehead.
geto smugly smiles, grumbling a subtle, ânah,â before making you lean all the way back against the padded sofa. âokay,â you breathe, and you just didnt care anymore.
you wanted him â maybe even needed him..
getoâs hardened bulge that presses against his thong throbs harder before you sweetly murmur,âplease, fuck me, suguru.â
âanythinâ for the birthday girl.â
and those words were the same exact words that ran through your mind as you now found yourself in . . quite the risqué position.
youâd be the one straddling geto now. heâs got you in a classic 69, and your pretty perked ass hovers over his face. right in front of you was his weighty fat cock, and itâs a pretty flushed pink with rosy-lime veins prodding from the sides.
youâre whimpering out sweet harmonic keynotes as his long pointed tongue slithers its through your inviting entrance, two broad arms clinging onto your hips. âfuuckk,â heâd groan, feeling you smear a thumb over his leaky mushroomy tip.
youâve already got him sopping wet from the chin down thanks to your wet cunt â glossy pearly drool seeping from the sides of his dick.
getoâs shaft remains idle, and you wrap a hand around his base before pumping it, rotating your wrist â once, twice, thrice..
he was aching, and the entire time he was giving you a show he had a boner. it was rare, usually whenever he gave lap dancesâhe was one to never really crack, he was a trained professional and yet here you were.
âmmch,â his swollen puckered lips smack against your cunt as he eats you out entirely from the back.
your mouth drops, jaw danglingâ goofily hanging open like a cartoon as he resumes to extends the length of his tongue inside the outskirts of your warm room-temperate-tastinâ-pussy.
lolling it out all the way, he licks from top to bottomâstopping at your clenching hole. geto gives it a five second kiss, a sloppy one that glues a mixture of his spit and your slimy juices on his mouth. âsweetheaaart,â he rasps, biting back a greedy groan once he feels you starting to take him in your mouth.
your throatâs seraphic warmth draws a hot sharp breath out of him as he swats a hard palm against your ass for you to start. âwhen i say move your ass against my face, i fuckinâ mean it. move,â and you let off a candied whimper the second the temporary sting sends singles toward your weeping whiny clit.
feebly, you start to flop your ass up and down against his face and you hear a satisfy âhmmâ purr from his lips. youâre moaning, sinking his cock down your throat in the process before your sticky tongue swirls around his angered crownhead. âmmph,â and you take a few inches before you feel his tip swipe against the scaled roof of your mouth.
going back up, it loudly âpops!â out as a bit of sheeny saliva trickles down your chin. youâre taking him deep within no time, and you let off a cute hiccup once his swollen sack paps near your jaw.
so full ân roundâŠ
youâre breathing through your nose, still shaking your ass against his face, swipinâ his nose occasionally like a credit card with your honeyed-slathered cunt.
his wide flat tongue felt so good that you felt your toes curling each time he playfully nibbles on your sensitive throbbing clit. his tastebuds felt each pulse and it was so hot. âsugu, fuck.â
âi know, i know,â he gruffly whispers against your runny folds. bringing a pair of long twinned fingers towards your pussy, geto strums it down the pulsating slit in a straight pillaring line.
with a bit of pressureâhe spreads your lower lips apart, getting a front row seat view of your clit pumpinâ pumpinâ away.
you had such a pretty throb, the prettiest heâs ever seen.
âgod, youâre pretty but youâre even prettier down here too,â and not only do you hear him swallow but you feel it too.
a long full gulp, and heâs making sure to savor as much of your sweet slick on his tongue as possible.
getoâs just nasty, and a proud eater. he zigzags his tongue everywhere until your visionâs murky and clouded. youâre left crossed eyed with puffed up cheeks, barely able to focus on his dick thatâs laying flat on your tongue.
a hand of his squeezes against your ass before with a mean âwhack!â he spanks it again just to see the bouncy recoil. the way a âlil fat portion of your ass would jiggle all due to the hasty-rash contact of his palm makes him throb.
and you feel it right in your mouth.
as your head bobbles at a more quick yet languid pace, your tongue skims down one of the many veins that paint down his cock. your repeated moans become muffled, and geto groans at how sloppy you soundâfrom the front and from behind.
the more he slurps every syrupy drop that dribbles out from your gurgling pussy, his precisely-thorough licks turn into exaggerated four second sucks.
geto softly caresses a hand against the bare skin of your exposed flesh, tugging on your pulled up skirt. pulled to the side were your panties that had a pretty pink star imprinted on the back decorated with glimmery rhinestones. you moan as your back slowly arches inward ân out and your knees become to buck.
his tongue, he definitely knew how to eat.
â âs good, juuuusâ like that princess,â he huffs, feeling minuscule dewdrops of your saliva pour down the sides of his cock, slicking all over his base.
your thumb traces a heart over his hefty sack, massaging his tender full testes before you hear geto whine out a sweet, âo- oooh shit,â he was tender there too, huh..
and the sound catches him completely off guard because he grunts, the swaying of his tongue gradually slowing down. getoâs pretty lashes flutter before he grunts, taking a second to breathe. âdonât . . stop, play with âem some more,â
âpfââ you pop your mouth off his dick again, wet slimy sounds following as you stroke him off with an closed palm. âare you sure?â
âyeah yeah, âm sure,â and thereâs a bit of sass in his gruff tone.
getoâs getting flustered, and never in a million years would he admit that you playing with his balls made him feel so good but fuck, it did.
geto paws a hand against your ass before letting off a hurried breathless, âfuck, âm gonna cum.â
you went back to bobbling your head up ân down, pumping his fleshy pillar of length in your free hand before you start writhing your ass against his face even more quicker. geto moans, a surge of a trill nearly escaping out his gruff vocal chords before he grunts loudly. âmmp,â and your throat was so wet ân warm.
it enveloped him entirely, and as your cuntâs sitting over his slick lipsâevery so often rubbing against his nose and slick-streamed chin, he peppers it with a few kisses.
your hips were arched ân askew, and as your tongue occasionally darts down his sensitive slit you hear him grunt again. the burgundy colored sofa pathetically dips inward due to the stacked weight of both rutting bodies. getoâs eyes start to roll their way back as you continue, nearly sucking the soul out of him.
âfuck, baby. spit on it,â he groans, clasping his teeth at your needy clit.
he slides his tongue against your cute bulbous-shaped nub before sucking on it for the umpteenth time. you moan, still tossing your ass around for him in a slow meandering manner, feeling his tongue drag down the slope of your ass again.
getoâs pussy drunk entirely, and he didnât care if this was against policy, having a customer touch him. when you tasted this divine, he couldnât help devour your cunt like the starved, starved man he was..
at his words, you spat out translucent globs of saliva from your lips, pasting the slightly curved sides of his dick with your slick mess. âpff,â and you drench him from the base down, twisting his shaft with your wrist before hearing him groan.
getoâs about to finish and you could feel the vigorous pumps of his dick in your mouth growing weaker ⊠and weaker â until, he cums.
getoâs jaw goes slack the moment his peak abnormally reaches, and growls out a husky âfuuuuuck,â with the muscles in his neck tensing.
within a blink of an eye and a snap of a finger, the flat tip of your tongueâs now being sprayed with spritz of waxen cum. itâs a bittersweet taste that coats on your judgy tastebuds, and as you close your eyes with a humming moan departing from your lips, you hear him hiss. his bodyâs violently shaking, and his hips start to hungrily thrust into your mouth.
you wriggle your ass in face as heâs barely eating you out anymore, frantically heaving as he dumps his all down your pretty tight throat. âfuck, fuck, take it,â and his body still sporadically tremors.
as your mouthâs still full, geto gives your teary wet cunt itâs last few lapping licks before his head collapses back in lecherous defeat.
with cheeks still plumply puffed â his cock remains shoved inside. his aggravated red tipâs just swiping ân erupting near the roof of your mouth as you slurp him clean.
you swallow instantaneously, luxuriating in the mildly honey taste before feeling him shudder underneath you. âgoddamn, so fuckinâ good. fuckinâ filthy, princess.â
with clammy palms, he turns you over and you lean in to kiss him. getoâs taken by surprise, and as you make him flop back against the velveteen cushion, you made your way on his lap. rough edges of teeth clash and roughly clatter against each other as each tongue plays a more salacious version twister.
geto reclines back, his hands moving toward your rocking waist as he gruntsâtasting himself on your tongue. its bitter, but with the help of your lip glossâit turns far more sweet within seconds. feverish breaths ghosts inside each mouth before you watch him reach near the side of him.
grabbing a half filled up bottle of mousseux, he flicks off the cork with a flick of his middle finger. getoâs eyes still closed as heâs delving his tongue right into your mouth.
the merciless smacking of lips grew louder before he pulls away, huffing breathlessly. âwanâ more of a taste real quick, princess,â and it sounds more like a needy plead. you see how flushed his face was, and getoâs eyes dart straight toward your bare chest. the top you wore was pulled down, clinging near the very bottom of your waist. âcâmere..â
and as you lean in, you watch as geto starts to pour down a small stream of champagne all down your chest. right between your tits, cupping underneath your tummy so none wouldnât spill further down.
he makes sure a few glosses over your pretty round breasts before he grunts, closing the distance between your chest.
geto buries his face in between the valley of your tits, licking it right up. the bubbly fruity taste lingers on his tongue as he laps you up from top to bottom moaning at the spicy sweetness.
a mixture of your skin and champagneâbetter than any cocktail this clubâs ever served.
âf- fuck,â he moans, lying his tongue flat. geto stares at you the entire time too, and his mouth gradually trails it way toward your damp neglected nipples. he cups his lips around the first nippleâslowly transitioning to the next before slurping the drink right off your body.
a tight breath gets caught in your throat as he continues to lick the rainy drops of sugary champagne off your body. geto groans, savoring the taste before with a loud âplopâ, he pops your tender wet nipple out of his mouth.
thereâs nothing but utter lust and infatuation in his eyesâand he then gets up to kiss you. the roomâs nearly pitch dark without the help of the dim effulgent red lights that shined against you both. it added to the mood perfectly.
as tongues continue to try to assert dominance, you moan right in the dancerâs mouth, returning the gesture of swapping gauzy strings of gossamer spit.
abruptly though, you pull away, gently pushing geto back against the sofa.
with a raspy âugh,â geto lands on his back as you give him a light shove. heâs at your mercy, and you stand up from his lap, a wind of confidence coming out of nowhere and nearly pulling you forward.
he stares at you with hooded cunt-drunk eyes, watching you do a figure eight with your body.
âwhatâs . . this?â he huffs, burly arms stretching over each edge of the sofa. you looked so pretty, eyeing him up and down as he does the exact same to you.
the luminescent lights started to beam on you now, highlighting your curves and entire physique.
âlie back,â you murmur, slowly sashaying toward him. geto runs a hand through his hair, his dick twitching from the cool air wafting against it. you teasingly drag a finger down the scarred middle line of his bare-puffed chest, stopping at a hardened row of his brick-made abs. âi wanna try your little routine.â
âyeahh?â geto snickers, sucking in a sharp breath once you spin around, bending all the way over. the helmet that was still on your headâyou put it back on him, watching him scoff at your audacity.
so you stole his profession now, great.
as youâre turned the other way, you slowly wriggle your ass in front of him, putting a hand over your sopping pussy and he kisses his teeth. âtch. donât tease, sweetheart,â and getoâs allured stare fixates on you the entire time. his dilated irises frantically roamed around every and any part of your body like a laser. âfuck,â he grunts, watching you finally make your way on his lap.
getoâs all submissively underneath youâbare ân exposed with his poor tip flushed. its color was a sheeny carmine red thatâs akin to a ripe cerise rose.
a few dried up splotches of cum stick near his weighty sides before he shudders. your ass sits on his flaccid dick before you start to move.
slowly,
youâre rutting into himâjust like he was to you, grinding back and forth. geto looks so pretty though, underneath you. heâs still panting a bit, sweating bullets as you tease him with your crazed hips.
you werenât at his level quite yet, but fuck could you move. geto groans, feeling your sloppy pussy rub off against his dick. you were so close to his tip that his foreskin would peel back a bit. âdo you wanna touch me?â
touché..
geto narrows his eyes at you as you tease him, repeating his exact words from what he said to you earlier.
he doesnât just touch you, he fucks youâ
but in this case . . you fuck him.
geto holds back a moan as heâs watching his claret-colored cockhead disappear between your sappy folds. itâs like a magic trick, and with a âpoof!â half of length vanished within you.
you let off a soft shrilling whine, trying to writhe yourself around his length.
his dick was fat. âeyes-rolling-tongue-lolling-drag-your-nails-down-his back-â type of fat.
and his girth only made things ten times more intense. you felt him rearranging your guts within each prolonged inch you took â literally.
youâre as slow as a snail with the way you try to take him wholly. even as youâre gingerly sinking your bare ass down with his cock snug ân deep inside you, he easily kisses against your g-spot.
itâs happening already, and you donât even realize heâs fully in before a cooing whimper rawly snatches from the back of your dry esophagus. âoh fuck,â you huff, tossing your arms around the dark haired man.
getoâs got the same wide-eye-jaw-dropped reaction to you, and with one arm snaking around your waistâanotherâs tightly gripping onto your right ass cheek.
he spanks it, giving it a short squeeze afterward. your chest starts to heave in quickened intervals, and once he feels you starting to move itâs game fuckinâ over..
âgod, pussyâs âta die for,â he groans, eyes sexily rolling back until his sockets show nothing but white.
you had him whipped, and he can hear your cunt trying to have a word of its own, squelching out cute gargled squelches. you start to ride him at a mere hypnotic rhythmâand getoâs a lot more vocal now.
with his adamâs apple bobbing, both hands of his were now gripping onto your waist now. piles of money surround you too, a few sticking against his sweaty beefy thighs. âfuck me,â he grunts, and itâs more like heâs begging.
geto locks eyes with you, shaggy long bangs running past his eyes before he securely grabs your hipsâtrying to keep up pace with you. âmhm, thaaaâs it. ride it, ride . . the shit out of me, uuughhh.â
â âm trying,â you moan, biting your lip each time his swollen cockhead plummets its way deep.
heâs just so bigâyou couldnât wrap your head around how a guy could be so damn big.
the good kind of big, and each time heâd seep a single girthy inch into you, your stomach would churn like butter. heâs in sooo deep, your legs could barely support yourself anymore and he had to hold you steady.
as he pulls you all the way down, geto reaches waaay inside of your sloppy gripping cunt thatâs oh-so desperate to wring him like a vice.
his thick cock greets your pretty fleshy cervix, mimicking a soft âknockâ before introducing itself with a welcoming pound.
he holds your hips, pumping himself into you again, and again, until your pussy remembered each stroke, each thrust, each fuckinâ letter of his nameâfront to last..
slow but fucking deep.
you gasp, clinging onto his neck before soft hurried pants of âyeah, yeahâ âs scurry past your glossed lips.
getoâs dewy eyes were half lidded and heâs never felt more pussy drunk in his life. trustâheâs had his fair share of women but oh, you were far different. it was something about you, and he just wanted more after each carnal second passed.
youâre so into his dick givinâ your pussy a fuck of a lifetime that you donât even realize your hand was now wrapped around his thick neck. not too tight, but getoâs reaction time was slow also. once he realizes seconds after you did, he sheepishly scoffs before slyly humming.
âgoddd, yâr so fuckinâ hot when you choke me,â he purrs, tugging at the panties that pull to the side of your thighs. of course heâd enjoy it, and as his dickâs still massaging your gummy walls, he moans. âharderrr.â
âdonât be greedy,â you mumble, burying your knees into his bulky thighs.
the way you rocked against him was hypnoticâand getoâs hands remain on your waist.
you nearly shudder, feeling the various cold bands of his rings run and tickle down your skin. heâs in love with your body, and even more in love with the way you feel from the inside.
leaning in close until youâre just inches away from his spit-slicked lips, your thumb runs its way down the bulging ball that lies inside his throat. âsay âpretty pleaseee.â â
âtsk,â geto scowls, and even with a pout heâs effortlessly attractive. your hips continued to champion its way up ân down at a deranged pace as you moved, and his cockâs pumping you full over and over and over. with a vexed grunt, he utters. âpretty please, choke me harder.â
leaning in to kiss the side of his mouth, you whisper a crooning, âgood boy,â and geto whines the moment you add a bit more pressure around his neck.
his hairâs all in his face, and your ass was just ruthless.
ferociously slamming down onto his stout cock, youâre drenching him from the base down with your syrup-coated slick. a bit of your own sloppy arousal glues against the pried apart crevices of your thighsâpasting against his as well.
itâs a mess, and with how close he was getting, he was about to create an even bigger one..
geto felt like he was ascendingâand with how you were riding him, it didnât take him long before heâs close again.
yet this timeâso were you, and you could recognize the feeling all too well. getoâs cock stretched you to capacity, and he grabs the few dollar bills that scatter on the sofa, throwing it at your body whilst you rode him. he makes it rain on you, spanking your ass with a crumbled up hundred rubbing against your stung skin.
âfuck, âm gonna fuckinâ cum again,â he grunts in your ear, feeling your pace accelerate by a mile. you were draining him, preparing to milk him and the thought of him stuffing your cunt full made you pulse.
your tongue salivated at just imagining it..
the warmth, the stickiness, the way itâd spill between your thighs. youâre moaning out sweet noises yourself as you both rut into each other at a demented overzealous pace. getoâs thick thighs clenchâand while youâre letting out cute blubs of his name on repeat until itâs the only syllables your dumb brain could registerâhe pulls you close. ângh, same time, pretty girl. cum with me, letâs make a . . hah, mess together.â
âokay,â you mewl out, both hips pivoting in lascivious unison.
both sweaty mounds of flesh blissfully bounce into at other and each squelch makes you whimper out in ecstasy.
you cup getoâs pecs, smearing a thumb over his pierced nipples and he whines instantly. you lean in to suck against the bars that slash through his tender areola. geto leans back manspread, growling out husky, âfuuuuck!â âs as you hum, giving both his nipples its few seconds of attention.
it lasts for seconds that felt like years, and one you pull away he lets out a cute blasé huff.
as your cuntâs in the midst of overflowingâyour hips tremor once more time before within milliseconds, you both cum.
itâs quick..
and with your jaw dropping and getoâs shoulders fatally sagging after his big, heavy sighâhe starts to fill you up ounce after ounce.
itâs patching hot, and the second heâs beginning to spill ân dump out his perfect ivory ribbons of cum inside of you, you grunt out a melodic finishing, âfuuuck.â
swinish, weak hands grab at your ass as you come undone alsoâwhimpering soft defeating babbles from the sensitive feeling of your cunt spasming right between your jittery numb legs.
you feel static ⊠shock, electricity pulsing through your veins all at once. your entire body was turning haywire. as you start to grow limb right with geto underneath youânirvana runs through each individual axon on your body before you hear a loud âpop.â
itâs more of a sopping squishing sound, and you were so dumbed down from his dick that you didnât even realized how full you were..
peeking down, he filled you to the brim. wads and wads and wads of cum went inside of you and you moan, spreading your ass apart while craning your neck around just to see for yourself.
â âm so full, suguru,â you pant, sliding a thumb down your sputtering cunt thatâs plugged with both his cock and his thin oozing seed. you lick your lips before turning back towards geto and heâs absolutely fucked stupid.
you rode him so good to the point where heâs just stammering out inaudible whines. itâs cute, and you lean in to kiss him once more.
oh.. he was hooked.
he deepens with a few clingy hands feeling at your chest. the kiss gets more passionate rather than sloppy, and as heâs still buried inside of your cuntâhe slowly starts to trail butterfly kisses down your neck. you moan, turning your head before you pull away. âshit, i almost f- forgot.â
âforgot what?â he hoarsely rasps, watching you unalign yourself, plopping down on the sofa with a big content sigh.
geto leans in, allowing his thumb to draw circles around your hips before you reach in for your purse, pulling out another decorated vip pass.
sheepishly, you utter. âmy friends bought me two sessions with two dancers. so i have another one after you,â and you glance at the clock, squinting before you let off a bashful titter. â. . . oh, that was way past thirty minutes.â
âwho? what dancer, sweetheart?â geto utters with a pout. he was still aching, already missing his you felt from the inside. he watches as you squint at your pass that reads the dancerâs stage name and / or full name on the back.
âuhh, it says tââ
âshe means me,â and the both of you spin heads, ogling at the glittery red carpet and decorated pathway that was once covered up.
you could hear geto that laid beside you muttering out a jealous, âfuck,â as you meet the other dancerâs gaze.
heâs wearing a leopard thong with an added on accessory of the most smuggest grin youâve ever seen.
a slashed scar runs down the right side of his crooked curved lips and you spot bills sticking at both sides of his halfway on thong that nearly shows his sharp hips before he hums.
ânameâs toji,â and youâre suddenly being lifted up by strong, tatted brawny arms before he turns around, winking at a very pissed of geto before trodding out the private room with you in his arms.
âiâll take it from here,â and feral green eyes with an even more feral grin. âainât that right, birthday girlll?â
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congrats on 5k
hey bb ! iâve been brainrotting on insatiable lando and his gf for weeks now omg
for a cute lil fic i was thinking of reader being max fâs sister and lando and her being secretly together. theyâre all on vacation together and lando and reader are super insanely insatiable and the story on how they act on vacay đđ
anywhere she wants.
ln x fem fewtrell!reader
in which no one approves of your relationship, so lando shows them just how good he is to youâŠ
oh my sweet đ anon, iâm sorry this took so long! slowly getting back into the groove of writing, starting with this little piece! i went a bit off script but the vibes are hopefully similar to the request! huge thanks to angel bby @fairene for helping me out!enjoy! lemme know what you think!! big hugs and lots of love đ
songs to set the mood: my love mine all mine by mitski, i know places by taylor swift, she will be loved by maroon 5, summertime sadness by lana del rey
warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, fluff, angst, a bit of exhibitionism kinda, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v, established relationship, max being a dick, angry/feral!lando, girlboss!reader, hints of ownership kink? for like. a second, lando being wise (not canon lmao), swearing
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fairy lights drench the pool with light, a glow dancing over the still surface in ripples. you smile, hum with content as the warm evening air washes over your skin, leaning over the balcony to take in the sight of where youâll be staying.
footsteps sound from behind you, the master bedroom, and you quickly feel two warm arms wrap around your waist, tan and thick. you lean into his touch, chest warming from the kisses peppered over your jugular.
âyou like it?â lando breathes, nosing over your earlobe.
âitâs beautiful.â you whisper, turning your head to nuzzle against him. he seizes the opportunity to seal his lips over yours, kissing you soft and deep. you spin in his arms, clutching at his shirt to hold him close, the kiss intensifying, changing pace. just as he licks into your mouth, a sigh, so loud that it breaks the sound barrier, tears you both apart.
âso is that all you two do now, suck each others faces?â max rolls his eyes, his disapproval of your relationship one of the worlds worst kept secrets.
âyes, max. thatâs all we do.â you mock, biting back at your older brother.
because of course youâre dating your brothers best friend. of course you are. life is funny like that.
lando stays silent, but you feel his hand on your waist tightening. max swallows hard.
âwe ordered pizza, if you guys wanna come down.â max bulldozes through the awkwardness, offering an olive branch, and leaves.
âhe is such a knob.â you mutter, shaking your head. lando strokes tentatively over your cheek, soothing you.
âheâs your big brother, baby. heâll get over this.â lando coos reassuringly, and you choose the easy path of believing him.
you and max occupy opposite ends of the excessively large dining table when you join the rest of your friends.
the tension has been palpable between you and max since he caught you sneaking out of landoâs london flat one morning, the reason for your visit quite clear. youâd stood with your ear to the door when heâd stormed past you and entered the apartment, making you more than aware that your presence was unwanted when he quickly slammed the door behind him.
youâd endured the one-sided screaming match that followed, the accusations that lando must be playing with your feelings, that it would never work out, that it wasnât fair at how exposed youâd be to the cruelty of his fan base, that he couldnât believe how low lando would stoop to date his little fucking sister.
you wanted to understand, and really, you tried!but max hadnât made it easy, constantly pushing your buttons and making needless digs at the both of you. lando convinced you that this holiday during the summer break would be healing; max would get to see how much lando cared for you, and everyone got much needed time to relax. so, with your friend group in tow, the three of you jetted off to the tiny spanish island.
surely, everything would be fine.
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everything was not, in fact, fine.
you can smell it in the air, the tension building thick and heavy. everyone thought they were slick, waiting for lando to leave so they could corner you, and corner you, they did.
lando had kissed you sweetly by the sliding doors to the garden, popping his airpods in and shouting a quick: going on a run! to the rest of your holiday party. youâd sauntered carelessly to a lounger, bikini clad, sprawling out across the chair to tan and watch the who can do the best canon ball into the pool competition that has become a long running championship. but you can feel stares, feel the walls closing in, and you push your sunglasses up to rest over your hairline.
max and pietra are locked in on you, as are the rest of your friends.
âwhat?â you feel hot, embarrassed all of the sudden for no reason at all.
âso, itâs going well, then⊠with lando?â one of your girlfriends starts, but it sounds extra high pitched, awkward. your stomach sinks as you realise the pathetically choreographed dance about to take place.
âfor fuck sake.â you mutter.
âsheâs just asking!â max shoots back, as if heâs offended, as if you canât see right through him.
âitâs going great.â you state, blunt as ever whenever your relationship is questioned.
âwe just wanna make sure that this is right for you.â pietra says sympathetically, her eyes soft. youâve known her long enough to know that even though her dickhead boyfriend is being callous, she genuinely cares.
âlando is right for me, you are all so full of shit! i donât get what it is that youâre seeing.â you try and keep your voice level, even as your blood pressure begins to rise menacingly.
âitâs not so much what we see between you, itâs more about what he was like before.â tom jumps in.
ah, yes. the infamous hoe phase.
âbecause no one here ever fucked around.â you glare pointedly at your brother. he lowers his gaze.
âare we sure this isnât just a⊠a fling?â pietra tries again, staying soft. her words still sting.
âyeah, i know him better than you do, and i-â maxâs voice cuts you like a thousand shards of glass and you body ignites with rage.
he knows him better? what does he know?
does he know that lando canât sleep without telling you that he loves you? does he know that lando cried into you arms after his miami win? does he know that lando feels itchy if he doesnât tell you that youâre beautiful at least eleven times an hour? does he know that youâre so crazy about his gorgeous, loving, infuriating best friend that youâre prepared to tell your brother where to go and to never come back?
âshut the fuck up, max. you know nothing! nothing about our relationship because you never gave us a chance. you donât see how much i love him because every time you see us together, youâre hellbent on destroying our happiness.â you point angrily, standing from your chair. before you turn to the house, you leave them all with a parting message.
âand all of you will do very well to remember who paid to bring your bitter arses here. remember whose fucking house youâre in.â you lecture, watching as they all turn sheepish as they realise how ungrateful they sound.
âi donât think i have anything to add.â you hear from behind you.
you jump, turning to see lando leaning against the door.
âshit, baby.â you breathe, rushing towards him, your skin crawling as you wonder how much heâs heard.
âforgot my phone.â he shrugs, smiling warmly at you. only at you. ânow unless anyone has anything to add, iâm gonna take my very, very serious girlfriend upstairs.â he grins smugly.
the silence is so deafening that you couldnât of even heard a pin drop if youâd tried.
you hold up your middle finger as he leads you away.
your bedroom door slams so hard that they must hear it outside. heâs tense, enraged at the disrespect that youâd endured, but heâs soft with you, pulling you into his rigid body. he relaxes into you, walking you further into the room.
âhow much did you hear?â you whisper, clinging to him.
âoh, you know, just all of it.â he laughs bitterly, fingers sinking into your hips.
âtheyâre assholes.â you growl, threading your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, just the way he likes it.
âthere is one good thing about it though.â lando hums, still guiding you deeper into the room. your back thuds softly against the sliding glass door, the one that leads to your balcony.
âwhat?â you breathe, suddenly extremely aware of his lower body.
âyouâre so fucking sexy when youâre mad.â he smirks.
turns out, he didnât steal you away to mope.
his lips crash against yours fiercely, teeth and tongue getting in on the action as he moves his mouth feverishly against your own. your neck tilts back, allowing him to swallow you whole, like his life depends on the feeling of you pressed against him. he trails kisses over your cheek, across your jaw, down your neck, two fingers grazing your ribcage. he snaps the tie of your bikini against your skin, stone cold aware of the lack of clothing adorning your body and he hums low from the back of his throat.
âthey need to learn that youâre mine, that youâre always gonna be mine.â lando grunts, pulling away to slide the door open. he pushes you out onto the balcony, the one that overlooks the very pool that your friends and your brother are licking their wounds around.
âlandoâŠâ you gasp, weary of his overly adventurous attitude.
âmaybe this will make them realise just how crazy you make me.â lando looks possessed, moving towards you like a wild animal engulfing its prey.
he cages you in against the wall, pulling one leg over his hip to spread you open, his fingers travelling to the flimsy tie of your bikini bottoms. youâre already soaked, embarrassingly so, really, but thereâs just something about those gorgeous, haunted eyes. lando letâs the bottoms fall to the floor, kicking them away impatiently as he quickly finds home between your legs.
âthink anyone else can get you this wet?â lando asks, eyes rolling back as he finds your slick folds. your jaw drops, already boneless at the feel of him. âanswer me, baby. nice ân loud for me.â he demands.
âno, lan.â you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. heâs teasing, stroking lightly over your folds and your sensitive bud.
âand can anyone else make you feel this good? i mean, baby, iâve barely touched you and youâre shaking.â landoâs teeth catch his bottom lip, his eyes glazing over as he watches you.
âlando, please.â you mutter, grinding down on his hand. you need more of him. he grins, flashing his teeth with pride as he renders you desperate.
âmy pretty girl fucking my hand, god, youâre so perfect.â lando praises, earning a moan from your kiss-swollen lips. âbet they can hear how soaked you are, baby.â
you flush red, shame and embarrassment blurring the pleasure and you press a tense hand to your mouth, trying to silence the waterfall of whines.
âdonât you fucking dare.â he warns, sliding his fingers deep into your pussy. he gives you no time to adjust, curling them upwards and rocking his whole hand against you. his palm bumps against your clit and you writhe against the wall.
thereâs no point covering your mouth, there is no hiding whatâs happening. you let him have you how he wants you, a consolation for him having to hear his friends badmouth him, and he takes every liberty, mouthing at your covered tits, lapping over your peaked nipples. you cry out, weak as he manipulates your body closer to an orgasm, your wetness trickling down his wrist.
âso good to me, baby, only you, lando.â you choke, your voice echoing between the stone walls.
âthatâs it, honey, make a mess for me. let âem hear you pretty girl.â he encourages, talking you straight into your first orgasm.
you tremble, gushing all over his hand as you cum, droplets splattering all over the paved floor. landoâs eyes turn black, mouth hanging open as he watches you fall apart, riding you through it.
lando letâs you cool down, propping you carefully against the wall, and leaning over the balcony. funnily enough, max is long gone, but the rest of them sit in stunned silence. he canât help himself, driven mad by your quivering body and their cruel jabs, choosing whatever the opposite of the high road is. he reaches into his pocket, finding his credit card.
âget out of the villa that i paid for so i can fuck my girlfriend anywhere she wants.â he shouts, watching the way their necks snap up to look at him, revelling in their reddened faces that are not just flushed from the sun. âtake this. have dinner. just fuck off.â he frisbees his card at tom, - rather carelessly really, considering just how much there was to lose on that little black square - and he revels in the way it lands square against his forehead.
they all stand up and scurry away, as few faint sorryâs! carrying through the air towards the couple on the balcony, but lando has more important business to attend to.
he scoops you up into his arms, grinning at your coy smile and your drooping eyes. he carries you to bed, planting you in the middle of the mattress.
ânot done with you yet, baby, open those eyes for me.â lando coos, crawling over you, his shirt and workout shorts flung to the other side of the room. he feels delicious against you, caging you in beneath him.
âwant you, lan.â you plead, a desperate smile on your face as you keen, stretching against the mattress like a cat.
âyouâll have me, baby. always gonna have me.â he smiles, eyes finding yours. âi love you.â
âlove you so much.â you whisper, pulling him flush against you. âno matter what.â you affirm. he needed to hear that, it seems, his eyes sparkling with something else, other than the sheen of lust.
he kisses you, firm and wanting, his fingertips sliding up over your arms, leaving prickles of lightning and goosebumps in their wake. one of his hands interlocks with yours, twining together above your head, his body stretching languidly over yours. you can feel him, hard and throbbing between your legs, teetering on the knife edge of self control.
âtake me, lando. have me how you want me. âm yours.â you croon, disguising a helpless whine as you arch your body into his. youâre squirming for it, to feel him sink deep and claim you his.
that seems to usher him along, and he drags his cock through your folds with a slow roll of his hips, the head catching your sodden entrance. you hiss, the intrusion not even nearly enough, but the sensation overwhelming you nonetheless. he slides into you carefully, stilling when his hips hit flush against yours. you do not want careful.
âfuck me.â you groan wetly, hot breath fanning his face as your mouth instinctively fills with saliva. youâre close to drooling for him.
âbeg.â he snaps, jaw tight as he battles his natural instinct to utterly ravage you. âbeg me to show you that i own you.â
your legs quiver, pussy clenching around him and he cannot help but buck his hips and suppress a whine. he styles it out, tantalisingly slow as he rolls his hips, grinding against your pleasure point, your slick walls. blood rushes in your ears, your body feral with need. you canât even tease, disobey him for the fun of it, not when heâs wound you up so delectably. your body keens for him, hums with the sparks, a live wire.
âdonât wanna be able to walk when youâre done,â you slur, beginning to ramble. âwant to feel you so deep that iâm ruined. âm yours, lando. have me.â you plead.
pleasure shoots through him, then, rapid and unwavering. heâs unforgiving as he rails into you, immediately stoking the fire in your belly. all of his body weight is on you, sweaty skin sticking and slapping as his hipbones bruise into yours.
âis that how you want it, huh, baby?â he manages to growl, scooping up your wrists in one big paw, his other hand working down the planes and curves of your body. he finds the triangles of your bikini top, hastily tearing them down just enough so that your tits spill out. all for him. all his. âlook at this perfect fucking body,â his breathe hitches, awestruck. âis it all mine?â
you cry out, nodding shamelessly as he ghosts his fingers around the swell of your nipple, switching to the other when heâs satisfied with the peak. he alternates between them, twisting and tugging, barely there and all too hard. you can only plead his name and tighten around his cock.
once heâs overstimulated your chest, he works his fingers further down your body, stopping now and then to dig into your flesh, appreciating the soft feeling of your skin under his calloused hands.
âand this hot, little cunt⊠is this mine, too?â lando breathes, right against the shell of your ear. his thumb presses hard against your thrumming clit, smearing your slick over the bud. âto play with? is it baby?â
âgod, yes.â you manage to bellow, the strained words tearing over your vocal chords.
âyes, what?â lando snaps, slapping lightly over the bundle of nerves.
âitâs yours!â you sob, choking on your own voice.
âtoâŠ?â lando coaxes, a smirk tugging at his swollen lips as he looks at you expectantly.
âto play with.â you stutter, cheeks tinged hot with embarrassment that seeps down your neck and between your sweat-dampened bodies.
âthatâs my good girl. my pretty, pretty girl.â he mutters, more to himself than to you.
ââm so close.â you breathe, writhing up the mattress, his body atop your inescapable. he toys with your clit, pinching the electrified nerves, watching how you buck your hips and leak onto the mattress. heâs covered in you, his belly glistening in the sunlight that washes over you, sealing you forever in this golden, sparkling moment.
âwant me to cum all over your tummy, baby? mark you mine?â lando gasps, driving into you with one goal in mind. he has to get you there, wants to be painted in the remnants of your pleasure and hung up in every art museum in the world. if only he wasnât so selfish, yearning to keep this stunning sight to himself for the rest of his life.
ân-no,â you pause, your jaw going slack for a moment as he circles your clit just right, grinds his hips so deep. âinside me.â you beg.
âfill me up.â
his vision blurs.
lando just about folds you in half, carnal desire surging through his veins. the hand keeping yours suspended over your head falls away, finding your navel where he applied a brutal, sweet pressure that leaves you blind and wailing. his other fingers busy themselves sinking into the meat of your thigh, dragging you backwards and forwards on his throbbing length.
your body goes limp, tears of pleasure trailing wetly down your face as your orgasm hits you, and lando canât help but bury himself as deep as he can go. the rutting of his hips and the messy rub of his whole hand against your clit leaves you awestruck, sobbing into the air of the room. youâre covering him in waves, shivering as you grow overstimulated but you canât help but chase the high. your violent quivers and dripping cunt make him whine, high pitched and divine, and he drops onto you, filling you up. he canât seem to stop, painting you white from the inside out, watching the way it drips out of you, coating the base of his cock.
this canât be over yet, he decides. he needs to hear you scream.
âlemme help you with that.â he mumbles, slinking down your body, eyes fixed solely on where you were joined together.
you donât even get a chance to mourn the loss of him buried inside of you, no. youâre too busy pushing at his curls, pleading that he lets up, but he canât. itâs not that he wonât, itâs that he quite simply canât.
his tongue runs up the seam of your pussy, lapping over the mixture youâve made and you canât do anything but cry and thrash, white hot with pleasure and pain. its so good that it hurts, and you give in, knowing that he isnât going to stop unless you say the magic words. lord knows, you wonât. lando knows you wonât.
itâs torturous, really, the way he sucks your clit into his mouth, drags his tongue over his mess and slips it right into your entrance. he swirls and sucks and nips and tugs. itâs like heâs turned a faucet on, watching hazily as you drip and drip, more of you and him seeping onto his tongue. heâs insatiable as he licks you clean, unable to resist luring you into a third orgasm.
and when it hits, god, does it hit.
the scream he pulls from your body is deafening, makes him shake with the intensity of it, the vibrations rippling through your body and ricocheting off of his. you relax limply into the mattress, urgently needing a break. you watch through hooded eyes as he slurps anything left of you from his reddened lips, your thighs clenching unconsciously. he just chuckles, flopping down beside you.
âtired, baby?â lando teases, stroking over your rapidly rising and falling ribs.
âjust a tad.â you deadpan, unable to hold back the giggles as serotonin soothes you.
âoh, sweetheart. iâm not even nearly done with you yet.â lando grins toothily, deviously.
something he said about fucking you âanywhereâ you wanted dawns on you and your eyes widen.
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anywhere really did mean anywhere.
heâd had to carry you to the shower when you were finally done, holding you close under the spray. you were lost to the memory of him pushing you into the sideboard in the hallway, laying you flat across the kitchen counter, eating you like dessert on the very same sun lounger that youâd been perched on when this whole marathon commenced.
youâre utterly spent, eyelids sagging when he finally sets you down on the sofa, playing on his phone while you fall asleep watching the office.
youâre curled up in landoâs lap, legs hanging over the end of the sofa when max finds you. hair still wet from the much needed shower and fast asleep in his best friends arms. he actively chooses to quell the disgusted curl of his lips. you look so peaceful, safe. his plans to throttle lando for his earlier stint subside.
âcall me a wankstain on society later, if you want, but please donât wake her up.â lando speaks with a hushed tone, not even gracing max with eye contact, his eyes remaining on the candies heâd been crushing before the other fewtrell turned up.
âi- no, i wasnât gonna call you that. i did, however, consider driving that very nice, very vintage lambo you hired off a cliff.â max mutters. lando scoffs a laugh.
âyou would have paid for it.â he still doesnât look up from the phone. max eyes the way lando strokes your side, in time with the crests and falls of your breath. itâs tender, intimate.
max considers that thereâs a strong possibility he was wrong.
âmate, listen-â
ânope. sheâs your baby sister, i get it. i get it. you can hate me for it, but you crossed a line going after her like that.â lando finally looks up at max, glowering sternly.
âiâm gonna talk to her.â max bows his head, as if heâs ashamed of himself and lando softens slightly.
âyou should, mate. she wants your support, your approval means everything.â lando says. âlook, i love her. i really do. and while you were accusing me of trying to ruin her life, you were crushing her.â lando sighs, his voice wavering with a hint of pain. max meets his gaze.
âfor the record, i donât think anyone will ever be good enough for my little sister, but you come pretty fucking close.â max relents, pushing his pride aside, finally. lando smiles, small and knowing.
âi just wanna make her happy.â he shrugs, a look of hopeless romance, utter devotion and pure happiness radiating off of him in waves as he gazes down at your frame. something in maxâs belly snaps, the apprehension dissolving to mush. he had gotten this all wrong.
âyou do.â he hums, watching how you curl further into lando as you stir in your sleep, the drivers fingers delicately combing your hair away from your face. âbut,â max quips.
lando grimaces, bracing himself.
âif you ever, ever, pull something like that again,â max shivers with disgust at the insinuation. âi will remove your bollocks and make you watch me crash the miura.â max swears, pointing a finger of warning.
âseems like everyoneâs come to their senses, no more⊠pranks from me.â lando holds his free hand up in mock surrender.
âhave you two kissed and made up yet?â you murmur, stretching out in landoâs arms. you rub sleep from your eyes, sitting up and leaning into your boyfriends solid frame, resting against him as your eyes flit to your brother.
âweâre good. âm, uh, sorry.â max nods, attempting to be heartfelt. lando chokes on a laugh as it falls flat.
âyouâre âuh, sorryâ?â you deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest.
âiâm really sorry.â max tries again, and you grin cheekily at your brother, watching as his shoulders release the tension theyâve been carrying all afternoon. he turns to leave, halfway to the door when you call out to him.
âhey, max?â
âyeah, lovely?â your chest warms at the sweet nickname. youâd forgotten the last time heâd called you that.
âwash your sheets.â your eyes blaze with amusement and you hear landoâs sharp inhale of breath, shocked that youâd gone there.
âyou didnât- my god, you did not-â max splutters, his face almost green with nausea.
âyouâll never know for sure.â you grin. you think heâs going to faint.
serves the bastard right.
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ok i have this idea for alpha!ghost and omega!reader. this is a very, very rough draft and is not even close to anything with real meat, but i would like to get some early feedback about this idea i have.
"I'm not here as a friend," she says softly, and you frown a little.
"Aren't...haven't we always been friends?" You ask, and Kate lets out a shaky sigh, nodding her head behind her.
"We need to talk. C'mon."
You retrieve the gun and holster it, fastening it around your thigh holster before you follow her. She has a car waiting outside, a big, black SUV with the door already open for her. When you get inside, she knocks on the divider, and the car immediately starts moving. You brace yourself against the side of the car as it speeds off, reaching for a seatbelt.
"Jesus, Kate, what's going on? I-I have training later, I can't--"
"You're not...going back to base," she says evenly. You frown a little, leaning back in your seat, and you put your hands in your lap as you try and get a read on her. Even exhausted, Kate is hard to decipher. She has a stone-cold expression, calm and unbothered, and you curse her CIA training for making her impossible to understand, to even get a glimpse of what she might say next.
"Okay," you scoff a little. "Then where am I going?"
Kate sniffs a little, crossing her arms over her chest. She doesn't break eye contact with you when she says, "Wheels up in 30. I have an assignment for you." She reaches under the seat, pulling out a manila folder, setting it down beside you. When you pick it up and flip it open, you narrow your eyes.
"I'm..." You shrug your shoulders, "I'm not CIA. You don't give me orders."
"As of one hour ago, you're mine. And this...this is your duty."
Your eyes blur as you skim the text on the pages. You flip through the papers flimsily, getting more and more irritated until you throw it at her, your chest rising and falling fast as you pant, barely able to see her through your tears.
"Kate, don't do this," you beg her softly. "Please don't do this. Please. You fucking promised me, you promised--"
"You need to understand that I don't have a lot of fucking choices," she says sharply.
"Kate, I'll do anything, please," you gasp. You reach over and grab her hands, tugging her towards you. "You know. You know what...w-what I've been through, what this all is, you know...please. Please..."
"I can't--"
"I'll be yours," you try, squeezing her palms. "Just claim me yourself, a-and...and we don't have to do this, w-we can...I-I can go back to--"
Her face contorts, offended, disgusted. You try and swallow down the sting of her rejection, but you cannot help yourself. You would do anything to not be subjected to this fate, to the fate she promised she'd save you from. The only alpha you have ever trusted, and she's pulling away from you, bit by bit.
"I could never do that to you," she interrupts, shaking her head. "I couldn't."
"But you'll do this instead?"
"It's the lesser evil," she says finally, pushing your hands back. "And in my world, that is the best I can hope for."
"It's punishment!" You cry, and she reaches over, cupping your cheeks, pulling you close. "A-And for what? For being something that I can't change?!"
"It's mercy," she whispers. "I can't protect you anymore, do you understand? They don't want you there. Even taking meds, even spraying yourself to shit, they don't want you, and I can't protect you if they send you away, do you understand me?" You start to cry, closing your eyes, and you hear the familiar voice in your head sing. She's desperate, slipping through the cracks, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you try and force her backwards. "I have to get you out of there, and this is the only way."
"Please..."
"I can't protect you," she says gently. "But he can. And he'll be good to you. I promise, this...this I can promise."
#this is all exposition and setting up but just want to know if people are like âyes lets do itâ or âehhh give me anotherâ yk#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost mwii#ghost x reader#cod#call of duty
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"Baby, what's wrong?" Toji leans forward on the bar counter to try and get a look at your face.
You hear Toji's voice, but you feel heavy, like you're being weighed down and you can't move. Your elbow is on the counter, allowing you to rest your chin in your palm. Your head is turned to the side and you're facing away from him. Your leg is bouncing like crazy against the metal bars of the stool you sit on and your heart is racing, your breathing coming out a little shaky as it exits through your nose.
"Hey." Toji's hand goes to your knee, moving along with every bounce of your leg. He doesn't attempt to still you, but he's hoping the warmth will manage to soothe you a little. "It's okay, ma. Listen to me." When you don't move, he stands from his seat and makes his way over to your other side to stand in front of you. "Focus on me." His hands come up to shield your eyes from all the light around you, blocking your peripheral vision so that your main view is him. He lays his fingers over your ears to somewhat muffle the sounds of the lively bar area.
You're overstimulated, overwhelmed by all the lights, and music, and everybody around you. You were so excited to spend some time out with Toji. You've been here with him before, and you remembered you had a really good timeâ definitely one of your favorite dates with himâ so you expected this time to be just as fun. Everything was going well until you made it to the bar, where you're sitting, now, trying to calm down. Everywhere you turned, you made eye contact with someone, there was a group of people that was being way too loud, and the volume of the music being played was inconsistentâ sometimes blaring, sometimes at a comfortable volume, and sometimes the music was almost inaudible. You felt like your head was spinning. With all of these things combined, you could hardly focus on Toji who was trying to get your attention, because the bartender was taking your drink orders. You asked him to repeat himself three times, and each time you couldn't process what he was saying. He ended up just getting you your usual.
The sensory overload only worsened as time went by. Whenever Toji said anything to you, you would just hum and nod your head, not really taking in his words. You ended up reaching rock bottom and couldn't respond to him at all. You weren't feeling well, and he eventually picked up on it, which led to this moment, where he's standing in front of you, helping you deescalate this awful feeling.
You blink slowly at Toji, holding his attentive gaze. He picks up your limp hand from where it rests on your thigh and brings it up to his face, positioning it so that you're cupping his jaw and your thumb is pressed against the scar on his lips.
Toji used to really hate his scar. Too many bad memories are linked to it. The blemish reminded him of how unwanted he was, growing up. When he met you, he was really insecure about it, to the point where his heart would sink to his stomach, when he caught you glancing at it for even the quickest second. He found out later on that his scar brings you comfort. Whenever you're stressed about something and Toji does a mental check in, the first thing you do is kiss his scar, before communicating what has you so stressed. Whenever you're sad, Toji pulls you onto his lap and lets you talk out all your feelings. As if by natural instinct, your thumb runs along the strike on his lips, before you wrap your arms around him and melt into his comforting embrace. Even at random times, you'll walk up to him and lay a barrage of kisses on his scar, before walking off to continue what you were doing, like it's a form of recharging, but also your motivation to get things done.
Though the method in which Toji got his scar was vehemently horrid, a lot of the negative memories are overridden by more positive ones of it bringing you tranquility. Before, there was absolutely nothing good about it. It used to piss him off, because it just served as a malignant reminder of his past, and it just sat there on his grim faceâuseless. Now that he knows that the sight and the feeling of it puts your mind at ease and that it grounds you and keeps you with him, his hatred towards the permanence of the tattered skin isn't as vile.
"Look, mama. You feel that?" He manually drags your thumb up and down his scar, in an attempt to bring you back. Your eyebrows furrow, then relax at the feeling of the familiar texture beneath the pad of your thumb. "Yeah, i'm here. It's okay, doll." When you manage to move your thumb on your own, he lets go of your hand and puts his hand back beside your face to shield you, again. He can feel people watching, but he really doesn't care what it looks like to them. It's none of their business, anyway.
"You wanna get out of here? We can go for a drive or a walk. Anything you want." He sees you press your lips together like you want to say something, but then you stop and just keep looking at him with that same look of exhaustion from your overwhelming amount of awareness. "Alright, let's get out of here, first." He pulls out his wallet and a few bills, leaving them beneath the glass of your unfinished drink, before helping you off the stool. "It's okay, doll. Don't even worry about it. Just hold onto me." You wrap an arm around him and he keeps his hand on your shoulder, squeezing occasionally to remind you that he's looking out for you, as he guides you to the exit.
You both decide to lean against the trunk of the car for a few minutes to get some fresh air. The parking lot is practically empty, save for three other cars scattered in different areas. You've managed to calm down a little more, but you still haven't said anything. It's a mixture of guilt and embarrassment for ending what was supposed to be a nice night out with your lover.
Your shame is visible. You can't even look up from your fidgeting hands. Toji takes one of them in both of his, aiming to start a conversation with you.
"Why are you stressing out on me, my sweet girl?" Your palm rests on top of Toji's, while the thumb of his free hand brushes your knuckles. He tilts his head to look at you as you stare at the ground for a few more seconds.
"I don't know what happened," you say, finally turning to look at him. "I was fine when we were on our way here, remember?" Toji nods, clearly remembering how excited you were when you saw the lit up, neon lettering. "Then, we got inside, and I felt weirdâjittery, like when you have caffeine and don't put the energy to use. I felt like people were watching my every move, and my chest felt tight."
Toji hums, taking in the heaviness of your words and considers your feelings. "And why is it that you left me to figure out that you felt like you were dying, instead of telling me from the start?" His words aren't sharp, rather, doused with concern.
"That would have made it our shortest date night ever. We walk in, I say 'baby, I feel uncomfortable with how loud everything is', we walk out." Your brows raise, as if your explanation showcases the better option more clearlyâwhat you chose to do, instead.
"That is one thousand times better than what you went through a few minutes ago." Toji can see your lips twitching, like you're aching to defend your reason for withholding your discomfort from him, but he won't have it. He's not going to waste time arguing over something he will always be right about. Your comfort, your health, your wellbeingâ it's prioritized.
"I don't like seeing you that way." He gently pulls you so that you're standing right in front of him. His gorgeous, green eyes effortlessly hold you hostage and his hands settle on your lower back, further adding on to the feeling of being caught up in him. "You were frozen and you went silentâ you were just out of it."
Your expression shows the guilt you've been stomaching since you walked out of the bar, and the feeling only intensifies at his evident concern for you.
"Fuck." He sighs, pulling you into a tight hug. "Don't look at me like that, ma. You know I care." He turns his head and takes in the ambrosial scent of your perfume, sourcing it from the side of your neck, where a few of his kisses land. "I don't want you to hide how you're feeling from me like that ever again. You understand?"
You nod against him. "Sorry."
"I'm not mad at you. I don't want you to apologize. Just tell me you understand," Toji clarifies.
"I understand," you confirm, quiet and disheartened, like you've just been scolded.
"Good. Now, tell me you love me." He loosens his hold and pulls you back, still maintaining a fairly close proximity with you. His hands take the ends of your coat and ride up until they reach the first button and hole of it. He merges them and goes up, feeling for the next ones, but when he reaches them, he pauses. Your attention is on what he's doing rather than his request.
"What?" You ask, looking at him.
"I'll wait," he responds, smiling softly at the bashfulness that shines through your expression.
"You're putting me on the spot," you say, giggling.
"You say it all the time. Why is it weird now?"
It's that smirk on his face and the knowing look in his eyes, that has your heart racing. It's the fact that he rescued you from something he couldn't feelâan internal hurricane. It's not hard to say the words, but you're damn nervous, this time.
"I love you, Toji," you, wholeheartedly, declare.
"I wasn't ready. Go again," he teases, because he lives for the way your eyes light up before you laugh.
"I love you, baby," you repeat, a gentle smile curled on your lips, remnants of your amusement towards his playfulness.
Toji sighs, mesmerized by the entirety of you. "You're so pretty, ma," he says, feeding the undying glow of your ethereal smile, in hopes that it doesn't dim again anytime soon. He continues buttoning up your coat, not breaking eye contact with you for even a second. When the last button is done, he shoves his hands into your pockets and pulls you in for a deep kiss. "I love you," he murmurs, against your lips, proceeding with more kisses.
Your hands come up to cup his cheeks, the warmth of his skin spreading through your palms with every ongoing kiss you share. Your hand repositions, your fingers resting beneath his jaw, allowing your thumb to slide down and get as close as you can to his scar, without interfering with the movement of his lips. It rests there until you finally separate from each other. You lean forward once more and press a lasting, final kiss to the strike.
"Feeling better?" Toji asks, a smug grin on his face.
"Much better," you respond. "Can we go somewhere else? Anywhere else. I don't think I can go back in there. It'll be awkward with the bartender having seen everything and just... fuck that. I can't go in there, again."
"Let's go for a drive," Toji says. He pulls his hands out of your now heated pockets, and takes his weight off the trunk, standing up straight and towering over you. "If you see anything interesting, we can stop and check it out."
"Let's get lost," you suggest, grinning mischievously.
Toji's eyebrows pinch in confusion. "Get lost? What does that mean?" He asks.
"It means, let's drive aimlessly and just... get lost," you repeat, enthusiastically.
He loves how excited you are, despite how insane you sound, which is why he doesn't have the heart to shut down your crazy idea.
"You know, it's almost impossible for me to get lost, 'cause of my jobs, doll. I'm sent everywhere, so anywhere we go, I know how to get us back home."
"I can't say the same, so it would be an adventure." You smile, internally giddy at the thought of having a guide through the dark unknown.
"It would be me kidnapping you." His hands go to your cheeks, forcing you to keep your eyes on him, so he can observe you to make sure you are in your right mind.
You laugh at the intensity of his gaze. "Not if I'm willingly going with you. Please? If you hate traveling with me, we'll never do it again. I promise."
Toji scoffs. "That's a little extreme, don't you think?"
You give him a charming smile, one you normally use to heavily influence his judgement.
"Fucking-" He groans, half frustrated, half smitten at the stunning sight before him. You don't even have the time to process the swiftness of him leaning down to press a hard kiss onto your lips. "God, you always do that. You always do that. You know what it does to me and you just... fuck." His breath stutters, and again, he's tasting the sweetness of your lips. His hands are still cupping your face, keeping you locked in with him. Toji doesn't stop until you're both breathing heavily through your noses and panting when he finally pulls away.
"Let's get lost," he says, in your words verbatim. Verdant orbs stare into your soul, in search of the smallest trace of uncertainty, but all he is able to find is wonder and adoration, staring right back at him. "Let's go away, doll."
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the one where he wants you again
s2!rafe x reader
rafe was pissed at himself. was he really that dumb to dump you so quickly? you were his bunny, his princess; if he asked you to jump, you would ask him how high. you were his. he didn't deserve you. but, God, he wanted you so badly. he needed you not only for your perfect body but because you did what others couldn't. he'd never tell himself that he loves you, but he does.
it was almost like an obsession. something about you that made him needy for you. something that made you a guilty pleasure for him. you are the only one who has ever made him think of a future. marriage, babies, anniversaries. all things that meant forever.
but rafe was scared. he was scared that one day you'll leave him. one day you'll listen to others and think his too crazy to be with. so he ended it before you could. now his sitting at this party after 10+ shots thinking of you while your smiling and giggling with a damn pogue right in front of his face.
you made it seem like you were okay but you were feeling just as sad as him. but you'd never say it. you want rafe to learn that there are consequences to actions. it took a lot for you not to jump into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck and kiss all over him, but rafe need a lesson. you are a gift, and he needs to treat you as such.
"y/n you there," pope says snapping his fingers in you face. "are you still thinking about rafe." yes. "if you want him so bad just tell him, maybe he'll change." no, you don't know rafe. you say to yourself.
"he's special to me, pope," you groan, annoyed at how bad you want him. "i can't just jump in his lap and play house with him. he hurt me, pope," you say feeling those familiar eyes watching you. "but, God, he looks so good," you complain looking at rafe out of the side of your eyes.
rafe couldn't take it anymore. he needed his bunny back. "pogue leave," rafe says sneaking up behind you and staring daggers at pope. "kook business so go," rafe rudely commands.
"rafe, stop being disrespectful," you turn around angrily. "his name is pope, and if you need to speak to me, you ask me nicely and take me aside. but you will not disrespect my friend." you say, turning back to pope, who is shocked. "i'm sorry, pope, I'll see you tomorrow at john b's party."
"it's fine, y/n, I'll see you tomorrow," pope says, still shaken up, walking away. you turn back around to an embarrassed rafe, as you gaze upon him his cockiness returns.
"so just because i dumped you doesn't mean, you come to this party looking like that," rafe gestures to your tight, short white dress looking like heaven on earth. "i told you that you can only wear that when you come to parties with me."
"um let me get this straight," you start. "you dumped me two days rafe, two days before my birthday, with some dumb excuse that ward didn't want you to be with me," you say, getting angry all over again. "then i see ward at the country club saying that he loved that rafe decide to date me because i make rafe a better person. so if i want to dress slutty, i can and you cant do any thing about it."
before you storm off, rafe gently grabs your arm, pulling you to his chest. rafe was not going to let you leave this time. "don't do it, bunny," rafe whispers in you ear. "i messed up, baby. and i miss you. please don't do this," rafe pleads with his cool minty breath blowing in your ear. "please, princess, please." he's doing it again the begging thing that you love. everything felt so intense.
you fed up with the neediness pull rafe in by his neck and give him a quick but passionate peck on the lips. "rafe, you have to promise me, that you will try to do better," you order him, caressing the back of his neck. "i love you but you can't keep pushing me away," you say looking into his blue eyes.
rafe needs you. rafe wants you and only you. rafe gently nods his head, leaning down to give you another peck on the lips, mumbling an 'i love you.'
"come on, baby, let's go back to tannyhill and take a bath," you say to a love-struck rafe. "then we can talk more tomorrow, okay?" you finish.
"yes, princess, whatever you want," rafe agrees, pulling your hand out of topper's house. even though he messed up, you can't possibly give up on him.
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hi! i just remembered a scene from friends where chandler says to monica it's ok she's high maintenance cause he likes maintaining her and i think this is soooo spencer and bombshell!reader coded. you're ok with writing this as a request? love u jadey
ty (ily)!! fem!reader
Spencerâs feet ache dully with each step he takes, but you have your hand in his, and youâre pulling him along with a smile. Your smile could cure anything, he thinks stupidly. Itâs completely outside of his beliefs, goes against every book on medicine heâs ever read.Â
âWhy are you frowning?â you ask, swinging his hand as you turn the corner together.Â
âIâm not.âÂ
You step closer, arm stuck to his arm, nearly one body walking together against the summer breeze. âYouâre frowning, Spence. You have a very obvious pout. It is so so cute.â You lean in to kiss him quickly, his heart turning to a pitter-patter under his ribs.Â
âIâm tired,â he explains, not wanting you to think his bad mood has anything to do with you.Â
âYouâve had a long day, thatâs why. When we get back to your place Iâll give you an incredible foot massage and everything will be okay again.âÂ
âI donât want a foot massage. My feet donât even hurt,â he lies.
âDonât bother.â You untangle your fingers from his and wave him away. âI know all your tells, baby boy,â âhe laughs through a wrinkled noseâ ânothing gets past me.âÂ
âWhyâd you choose a dry cleaners so far from your apartment?â he asks. You couldâve picked the one beside work, which has a yellow pages worth of fantastic reviews. The one second closest to his place is new but raved about at length. This dry cleaners is nearly twenty-five blocks away.
âThey do things exactly how I like it, I guess. I never have to worry about it when I give them my best clothes, and itâs kind of expensive if they were to accidentally ruin something, right?â You have expensive taste; you like things sturdy, fitted, and fashionable.Â
âDo you think I should get someone to do my laundry?â he asks.Â
âYou can afford it. But maybe not. Thereâs nothing wrong with your own washing machine and a steamer.â You side eye him carefully. âMaybe Iâm over the top.âÂ
âYouâre high maintenance,â he agrees. âIs it expensive, getting your clothes dry cleaned all the time? I could pay for that.âÂ
âWhat? Why would you pay for it?âÂ
ââCos weâre together?â Heâs more worried than dry about it. âIâd like to pay for your manicures and your hair, too, but I didnât think youâd let me.â
âAnd I wonât⊠sâkind of nice you want to though. Really nice, um.â Youâre blinking funny. âI think thatâs more of a husband thing. You really want to pay for me to get manicures?âÂ
Spencer pays for lots of your stuff because he loves you. Good food mostly, but treats, clothes, anything he might think youâre interested in, actually. He likes to spoil you. You tend to spoil him back, if not with money then affection. âI like maintaining you.âÂ
You curl your arm through his. âThatâs a funny way to say it.âÂ
He laughs at your obvious delight. âI like taking care of you,â he admits. âYou like being high maintenance, it makes you happy, and I like making you happy.âÂ
âThank you very much,â you say, softer now as your hand works up his neck and you turn his face to you, the sidewalk and the streetlines melting away under your warm touch. âYou make me happier than you know.âÂ
His cheeks turn pink. He doesnât need to see himself to confirm. Itâs a high statistical probability.Â
âKiss?â you ask, voice still soft.Â
Spencer walks you back nearer to the side of a building and out of the way, his hands at your neck and waist as he leans down just a touch to close your gap. He acts selfishly, perhaps, taking your hand from his face in order to hold yours in both of his without anything in the way of it. He kisses, he breathes you in, his head tilting more heavily to the side as the kiss lengthens, lingers. Youâre like a flower in his hand, blooming slowly under the effects of a little heat.Â
âWhat if you pay for my dry cleaning,â you begin, a smile evident in your voice though Spencer keeps his eyes closed. Tracing the hill of your cheek with his fingers just a moment longer. âAnd I pay for yours?âÂ
Spencer thumbs along your jaw. âI donât want anything from you, just you.âÂ
âWell, what if I treat us to some Indian takeout tonight?â you ask. âWould you eat that? Or am I enough to sustain you, my love?âÂ
He could enjoy being taken care of in turn, he thinks.Â
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Hat Guy's ASMR Commissions: S Tier | [Scaramouche/Wanderer x Reader]
Summary: Subject: Your Commission For [Guided Masturbation Audio - 30 minute session] In which your asshole best friends order a commission from your favorite ASMR artist, and it's a lot more NSFW than you were expecting. "From this moment on, youâre going to follow my directions. Iâd say âif you fail to, youâll be punishedâ but we both know youâre probably just another people pleaser who will do whatever I say, as long as you know it will make me happy. But fair warningâI wonât be happy until youâre so fucked out you canât speak a coherent word.â Content: Smut, Guided Masturbation, Toy Use, Name Calling, Degradation/Humiliation, fem!reader Word Count: 6.5k Note: this is kind of an untraditional smut, so just keep that in mind lol
âSweetheartâŠyou really need to find some way to relax.â
âI agree. If you donât release your tension, itâll do a number on your health.â
You really appreciate Lisa and Yae being so concerned for you, butâŠ
âI know. Itâs justâŠnot that easy for me.â
By now, in theory, you should have figured out some better coping mechanisms and ways to destress, but alas.
Taking a book from the return bin, Lisa scans it, and then places it onto the go-back cart.
âWell, have you tried getting off?â
Her suggestion makes you jerk, your head swiveling as you glance around the library to see if anyone nearby has overheard. At your side, Yae giggles.
âCalm downâŠfinals have just ended. No one is in the library anymoreâtheyâre out partying.â
You sigh.Â
You suppose sheâs right. The only reason you three are here is because Lisa is working the closing shift, and because Yae had insisted that you come along to the library with her to keep Lisa company.
âTraditional porn, a good adult novel, ASMRâall would be good options,â Lisa continues.
âIâm not really into porn right now, and I donât think I have the bandwidth to focus on a book,â you say, resting your cheek in your palm. âAs for ASMRâŠIâm not a big fan. Iâve really only discovered one creator that I likeâŠâ
âOh?âÂ
Now that piques their interest.Â
âWhatâs their name?â
âHe goes by âHat Guyâ on twitter,â you tell them. âHe mostly justâŠposts audio responses to dumb takes, or makes ASMR mocking other ASMR trends, but his voice is nice, and he has a small fan baseâŠdespite him kind of being a little shit.â
âHow cute,â Lisa laughs while Yae pulls out her phone.
âWell, thenâŠsince it sounds like he doesnât have any relaxing content, maybe you should just go home and take a nice bath. Did you ever use that bath bomb I got you for your birthday?â
âNo,â you mumble sheepishly. At your side, Yae taps your knee.
âLisa is right. Go home and have a bath. Iâll keep her company until sheâs done.â
You raise your eyebrows in surprise.
âAre you sureâŠ? I just got here like half an hour ago and now you want me to go home?â
âI just think some âyouâ time would be good,â she tells you with a smile. You pout your lips, but ultimately decide thatâŠmaybe sheâs right.
âFine, Iâll head home and rest, then.â
âGood girl,â Yae responds, patting your ass when you bend over to grab your backpack. You narrow your eyes at her, but arenât truly mad.
âBe careful on your walk home~,â Lisa says as you start towards the exit. You wave at them both over your shoulder, and then leave the building.
A few seconds after your departure, Lisa turns to Yae.
âAlright, what did you find that you didnât want Y/N to know about?â
Yae grins, loving that Lisa has already caught on.
âLookââ
She gets up from her seat and leans over to show Lisa her phone screen.
âI found Hat Guyâs twitter and saw that heâs accepting commissions, and look at one of the options~â
She points to something, and Lisaâs eyes hurriedly scan the text in front of her.Â
When she has finished reading, she grins.
âOh, myâŠwell, thatâs certainly tempting.â
âI was thinking maybe we can give it to Y/N as a⊠âyou survived finals! Use this to relaxâ type present. Since sheâs always doing thoughtful things for us when weâre swamped.â
Lisa smiles, putting a thoughtful finger to her lips.
âI agree. Sheâs brought us so many cups of tea over the last few months. Itâs the least we can do.â
âGood,â Yae says with a nod, immediately clicking on the commission link.
âShe deserves a littleâŠfun.â
Between the end of the previous semester, and the start of the new one, your University has generously given you a long weekend.Â
4 days, to be exact.Â
Most of this long weekend you spend doing the chores youâve put off, and working a few shifts at your job.Â
Itâs only by some grace that you end up with Sunday off. One final day to try and relax before classes begin tomorrowâŠ
You do your best to make the most of itâmindlessly scrolling tiktok, folding some clothes, debating if you should order food out, and ultimately deciding against it, since you just went grocery shoppingâŠ
All in all, itâs a pretty mundane day.
âŠat least, until the icon for your email app appears at the top of your phone screen, and you swipe down the notification to see the title:
Subject: Your Commission For [Guided Masturbation Audio - 30 minute session]
Immediately, you freeze.
Surely, this is a spam email thatâs somehow made it through the cracks. Because you definitely havenât ordered such a thing.
Yet, despite your doubts at the validity of the email, you still click on itâwanting to read the contents before banishing it to your spam folder.
Dear Recipient,
Attached to this email is an mp3 file available for you to download. This file was requested and paid for by âFox and Witchâ, and is being sent to you directly at their request.
Please do not distribute this anywhere else on social media, as this is my copyrighted content.
If there is any issue with the quality of the file, please let me know.
Have fun.
-Hat Guy
Note:
Toys Needed = Dildo, Clitoral Vibrator or Wand
âŠyou must have knocked your head on something earlier and are currently hallucinating.
Because there is NO WAY thereâs an email from HAT GUY in your inbox. And that said email is forâŠforâŠ
Well, you remember seeing a link on his profile about commissions, but youâd never clicked on it to see more than that. Thereâs no chance heâs out here telling people how to get off, though, rightâŠ?
With a warm face, you scan the email again. And then a third time.
You can only assume âFox and Witchâ are Yae and Lisa. And you did just tell them that you like Hat Guyâs contentâŠ
You bite your lip, staring at the mp3 file.Â
Thereâs just no wayâŠ
Hesitantly, you click on it.
âHmph. You must be really desperate if your friends were willing to pay for a half hour of my time. Most people are satisfied with 10-15 minutes, but noâŠthey knew youâd need longer than that.â
OhâŠfuck.Â
Something in your tummy flips.
Thatâs him, alright.
Youâve never heard him talk like that before, but itâs definitely himâŠyou could never mistake that haughty, belittling tone.
Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, your gaze once again finding the title of the email.
Guided Masturbation.
If youâre not wrong, that means if you hit play, and keep listening, itâll probably be a lot of Hat Guy telling you what to doâŠhow to touch yourself.
Just thinking about such a thing makes more blood rush to your headâembarrassment blooming in your chest.
Sure, the idea of him bossing you around isnât exactly unappealing. Youâre sure heâd beâŠless than nice, and maybe even a little sadistic, and perhaps call you a few rude names, butâ
You groan and place your phone face down on the table beside you.
âNope, I canâtâIââ
Standing up from your couch, you trudge into your kitchen.
Itâs dinner timeâyou need to make dinner.
You try to keep your thoughts from straying to your temporarily abandoned phone, and the email thatâs sitting in your inboxâbut itâs literally impossible.
Still, you manage to cook yourself a meal, and even partake in a little alcoholic drink. (Just because youâre treating yourself, and definitely not because you want to ease your nerves a bit.)
Once youâve finished eating, you clean all your dishes, and then return to the couch. Your gaze strays to your phone, but you donât pick it upâinstead deciding to grab the TV remote.
You make it approximately 25 minutes into a movie before you canât take it anymore.
Hitting the pause button, you throw the remote on the couch beside you and then snatch up your phoneâalighting from the couch.
You grab your headphones on the way to your bedroom, and pop them into your ears only after youâve gathered your dildo and vibrator.
Maybe this audio wonât be as hot as youâre assuming, and youâll end up not wanting to touch yourself, butâŠbetter to have everything prepared just in case, right?
Taking a deep breath, you hit play.
The track restarts from the beginning.Â
âHmph. You must be really desperate if your friends were willing to pay for a half hour of my time. Most people are satisfied with 10-15 minutes, but noâŠthey knew youâd need longer than that.â
âI also hear youâre quite the little masochistâbut I could have assumed that, considering itâs me that youâre soaking your panties over. Just another slut who wants to be bullied, huh.â
You huff at his words, glaring at your phone screen.Â
Did Lisa and Yae tell him your kinks or something?? Those bitches.
âWell, youâre in luck, because from this moment on, youâre going to follow my directions. Iâd say âif you fail to, youâll be punishedâ but we both know youâre probably just another people pleaser who will do whatever I say, as long as you know it will make me happy.â
Dammit, why is he rightâ
âBut fair warningâI wonât be happy until youâre so fucked out you canât speak a coherent word.â
With a shaking finger, you pause the audio.
You hate to admit it, but his wordsâthe way heâs speaking to youâis already making you wet.Â
You really, truly want him to bully you, and use you like a little toy.
So, guess that means youâre doing this.
Throwing any caution and shame to the wind, you hit the play button again.Â
âNowâŠwhere to begin? I always like to start with an inspection. Take off your clothes, but leave your panties on. Iâm not going to bid your needy pussy any attention just yet.â
You obediently do as he says, stripping yourself of your clothing until youâre left only in your panties.
âItâs unfortunate Iâm not there to survey those titties in person, so youâll just have to feel them up for me. Go ahead and grope yourself. Take a minute and massage your chestâŠI want to see if youâll get wet from that alone. Although, youâre probably wet already just from my voice, arenât you, slut?â
You click your tongue at that last part, (hating that heâs right), but nonetheless bring your hands to your chest.Â
You cup your titties, and begin squeezing themâfeeling the soft flesh beneath your fingers.Â
âGood, keep goingâsqueeze a little harder now. AhâŠI bet your nipples want to be touched, huh? Start teasing them, thenâjust enough to get them hard. Iâll give you 10 secondsâthat should be enough.â
For some reason, the challenge of accomplishing a task within a certain time limit makes your pussy throb, and very quickly, you move your pointer fingers over your nipplesârubbing them lightly, and coaxing them to a peak.Â
Youâre ashamed to admit it, but they manage to get hard in the 10 second pause he gives youâŠ
âWow, look at thatâŠwhat greedy titties you haveâresponding as I say, eager to be played with. Pinch your nipples and roll them between your fingers. Find the motion that feels best, and do it over and over again, until I tell you to stop.â
Resting your breasts in your palms, you pinch your nipples between your fingersârolling and tugging them.Â
Your eyes flutter shut as you touch yourself, each purposeful little tweak of your nipples causing your spine to twitch, and your pussy to clench.
Itâs been too long since youâve touched yourself like thisâŠ
By the time Hat Guyâs voice fills your ears once more, your nipples have started to get sore.
âOkay, stop there. I bet your cunt has started quivering, but I hope you know itâll still be a while before I give you the chance to cumâŠunless, you somehow managed to orgasm from playing with just your titties? If thatâs the case, congratulations! Youâre the most needy and pathetic whore Iâve played with. So pathetic that Iâll give you a pass, and wonât even punish you for cumming without permission.â
The thought of being able to cum from nipple play alone makes you feel even more aroused, much to your chagrinâ
âNow, letâs inspect that dirty pussy of yours. Spread your legs, and pull your panties down to your knees. I want you to stare at the crotch of your panties and feel ashamed at the wet spot I know is there.â
Taking a deep breath, you hook your fingers around your panties and tug them down your thighs.
As you spread your feet apart, you end up staring at the crotch of your pantiesâyour lips pressing together when you notice there is, indeed, a very noticeable wet spot.
âNext, bend over. As low as you can go, with your legs still apart. I want to see everything.â
Locking your fingers together, you hesitate for a brief second before you bend overâfeeling a strain in your leg muscles as you hit the point where you canât bend anymore.
In this position, you know that youâre on full display.
âLook at you, presenting yourself to meâŠyou really donât have any shame, do you? If I were there, Iâd be grabbing you and forcing you open wider, but since Iâm not, you can do it for me! Grab your ass cheeks with both hands, and spread.â
Breathing a little shakily, you do your best to reach behind you and spread yourself. You feel your asshole clench as you do so, and the involuntary action maddens you, considering Hat Guyâs next words areâ
âSuch a tight little holeâŠI bet itâs twitching.âÂ
âIs it nervous, or hoping for an intrusion? Either way, anal is not the objective of todayâs session, so letâs move back to your pussy. Go ahead and spread your folds with your hand. You have permission to bend over with your chest to your bed, if you feel your blood rushing to your head from bending down so low. And if you're not by your bedâŠwhere the fuck are you listening to this audio? In your car, or a bathroom stall? Pervert.â
That little quip at the end makes you smile, even as you stand up and move yourself to your bed.
You find it a little endearing how heâs bossing you around, but still managing to be somewhat considerate. You suppose maybe there is more to him than just being a brat on the internet.
Anywayâ
Reaching one hand back between your legs, you slide your fingers between the folds of your pussy and spread themâopening yourself up as if he were there to inspect you.
âNow, rub your fingers at your entranceâfeel how slick youâve gottenâŠhonestly, you should feel ashamed. Getting so wet for a no-face internet stranger.â
Sure, your panties were a little wet, but that doesnât meanâ
You move your fingers to your entranceâfreezing at the amount of sticky arousal you feel.Â
You...honestly canât remember the last time youâve gotten this wet.
âSmear the slick around your pussy, and make sure to get your clit. Thatâs where weâre headed next.â
You do as he says, perhaps a smidge overly excited that you now seem to be entering the main course.
As your fingers ghost over your clit, your pussy shudders.
âBet you just clenched in excitement, huh?â
How does he fucking knowâ?!
âI'll be nice and will let you use two fingers. Press the pads of your fingers to your clit, and start making circular motions. Slow. 1âŠ2âŠ3âŠjust like that.â
Breathing deep, you begin rubbing your clit with your fingersârepeating his count in your head, and following his pace.Â
With each pass of your fingers, your walls squeeze tighter.
âYou probably want to rush, or grind your hips on your fingersâŠbut you shouldn't be acting so desperate just yet, so be a good girl and keep going.â
Huffing, you obey his command,
He goes silent for a few beats, really giving you a minute to continue hopelessly teasing yourself.Â
By the time he next speaks, a needy exhale is leaving your lipsâheady arousal truly being to pool in your lower tummy.
âNow you can go faster. Rub your clit to the beat of your heart. I assume it's racing, so you should be moving your hand a bit faster than before.â
You havenât really noticed before now, but your heart is certainly beating much faster than normalâŠ
The steady, yet swift thump of your heart is felt throughout your body the more you focus on it, and you quickly adjust your pace.Â
A breathy little sigh leaves your lipsâyour brows pinching together.
You want to cum.Â
âI wonder if you're close already, just from your fingers on your clitâŠhaha. If you are, rememberâyou don't get to cum until I say so. So if you're close to cumming, edge yourself. Get right to the edge of your orgasm, and then stop. I'll give you 10 seconds after that to collect yourself, but then you have to keep going.â
Oh, fuckâŠ
You suppose you should have realized that edging might be part of the equation, especially during a 30 minute session.
And, unfortunately, the thought of edging yourself for him makes you even hornierâpushing you closer to your first climaxâor, well, edge.
âI bet you're probably thinking that 10 seconds isn't very longâŠthat when you start again, you'll still be right at the brink of your orgasm, and will have to keep edging over, and overâŠhah, wellâŠthat's your own fault for being so hopeless.â
âNow, I'll let you set the pace. Find the rhythm and motion against your clit that makes you feel the bestâŠyou're going to keep that up for 1 minuteâand remember, no cumming.â
Dammitâ
By now, your lips are fully partedâquick little breaths fanning in front of your face and warming the sheets of your mattress.
You donât want to edge, you want to cum, but he wonât let youâ
âAlso, why don't you go ahead and count aloud? I assume you're in private, so it shouldn't be an issue to let out your voice. And if you're not, wellâŠI guess people will get to hear what a debauched whore you are.â
If this were 10 minutes ago, youâd surely blush and hesitate to follow his command.
But nowâŠnow youâre a little closer to being the debauched whore heâs calling you.
âI'll count with you so you don't rush it. 60âŠ59âŠ58âŠ57ââ
With headphones in, you hear your own voice in your headâmingling with his.Â
His, unwavering, with a hint of mockery. YoursâŠquiet, and struggling to stay on beat.
You clit throbs beneath your fingers, and thereâs a familiar flutter of your walls, despite your pussy currently being empty.Â
Youâre getting close.Â
âI can only imagine how sinful you look right nowâŠoh, right. Where was I? HmmâŠlet's just pick up from 30.â
Motherfuckerâ
You let your face drop into your sheets, your thighs tightening and knees shaking.
Fuck, you wanna cum. You know you canâtâknow itâs not allowed yet, butâ!
â5âŠ4âŠ3âŠ2âŠ1. Stop moving your hand.â
Perfect timing. Right at the edge of an orgasmâyou pull your hand away.
You take a second to try and catch your breath while ignoring the unfulfilled ache between your legs.
âYour pussy must be throbbing, huh? Lucky for you, as your benevolent master, Iâll let you stuff it full. Grab your dildo and get on your bed on your knees.â
âAlso, I assume you're soaked by now, but if not, and you need additional lubrication, use lube.â
You glance behind you at your dresser, where your bottle of lube sits, but ultimately donât grab it.Â
By now, youâre sure you can do without.
Grabbing your dildo, you climb onto your bed, and obediently get on your knees.
âNow, sit up and position the dildo beneath you. Rub the head between your folds, and then settle it at your entrance.â
You do as he saysâa shiver of excitement raking up your spine as the tip of your dildo unexpectedly flicks against your clit while you get it into position.
âI'm going to give you 3 seconds to take it fully inside of youâŠWhat? I did say we'll be stuffing you full, and with how needy you clearly are, I figured I'm doing you a favor by letting you take it all in!â
Oh. Thatâsâ
âSo, I'll count to three. Oh, and if your dildo is too big, and you're scared to sink down onto it all at once, wellâŠthat's your own fault for biting off more than you can chew. But, I'm sure that greedy pussy will take anything it can get.â
It will.
âReady?â
You take a trembling breath.
â3, 2, 1â!â
In one swift motion, you spread your thighs and sink down onto the dildo.
When the head bumps against the deepest part of you, you canât help but gaspâthe sound positively lewd.
âAhhhâŠfuck. You made a cute sound, didn't you? How preciousâŠnow you're stuffed to the brim with dick, as you should be.â
Yes, this is exactly how youâre meant to feelâŠjust a little slut who will do anything to cum for him.
Yet, despite his harsh instructions, he seems to pause for a second, giving you a chance to acclimate to the intrusion.
How cute.
âWhy don't we start slowâŠI want you to lift your hips until just the tip of the dildo is inside of you, and then grind back down on it. UpâŠand downâŠupââ
To aid in the motion, you place your hands flat on the mattress in front of you, and then begin moving your hips.
UpâŠand downâŠ
Your walls clench around the dildo, practically begging for more, but the man currently using you as his personal toy clearly isnât inclined to give you such a thing.
At least, not immediately.
If you had to guess, he makes you continue at this slow, teasing pace for at least 2 minutesâyour muscles beginning to strain as you resist going any faster.
Then, his voice fills your ears once again. You nearly sigh with relief.
âI hope your thighs aren't burning yet, because now we're going to pick up the pace. Imagine the gallop of a horse's hooves. I want you to grind on each downbeat. No need to make big motionsâjust grind on your dildo how you'd grind your pussy on my cock if I was there.â
If he were here, youâd wanna grind on his dick until heâs moaning louder than you areâ
âFuckâŠâ
Fingers curling into the sheets, you find your new rhythmâthe sound of your wet pussy beginning to fill the quiet room outside your headphones.
Sweat starts to bead on your browâthe arousal inside of you searing hotter, and your muscles getting tighter.
âI wonder if you can cum from internal stimulation aloneâŠtry to find your g-spot if you haven't already. I want you to bully it with your dildo.â
You can practically hear the grin in his words.Â
Repositioning yourself, you find the angle that better allows you to rub that sensitive little spot inside you.
Almost immediately, a whine rips from your throat.
âNowâŠI'm going to issue you a challenge. I'll count down from 60 seconds again. During that 60 seconds, you're free to cum. So try your best, okay, slut?â
Please, you want to cum, but you donât know if 60 seconds will be enoughâ
â60âŠ59âŠ58âŠâ
Dammitâ
With his challenge invigorating you, you continue messily grinding your hips.
Each pass of your dildo against your g-spot causes your pussy to shiver, and your thighs to shakeâyour orgasm creeping closer.
â33âŠ32âŠ31âŠâ
A desperate sound slips past your lips, your eyebrows knitting together.
You want to cum.
You want to cum.
You want to cum, butâ
You drop down onto your dildo roughly, almost in a pouting manner.
You need more time.
As soon as your climax finally begins to buildâyour walls clenching down on your dildoâHat Guy reaches the end of his countdown.
â3âŠ2âŠ1âŠsoâŠdid you cum? Either way, I'm sure your legs are shaking. I wouldn't doubt that your sheets are getting soiled by your arousal, either.â
âWell, whether you came or not, don't worryâthere's still more opportunities to orgasm yet to come! That being said, set your dildo to the side, and grab your vibrator instead.â
Exhaling, you manage to lift up your hips, and your dildo slips out of you.Â
It flops onto your sheets, glistening with your arousal.
Your pussy mourns the loss.
Setting your dildo to the side, you grab your vibrator instead.
âYou can go ahead and lay on your back. I'll give your knees a breakâŠisn't that nice of me? You should say âthank youâ.â
You clench your jaw as you roll onto your back, your eyes squinting at the ceiling.
Thereâs no way heâs serious, right? Counting is one thing, but thanking someone who isnât here?
âHuh? Did you think that was just a suggestion? Go on.â
You wet your lips with your tongue.
â...thank you.â
Thereâs a brief second of silence, and thenâ
â...pfft, hahaha! If you actually did just say it aloud, you're more of an obedient people pleaser than I thought. What a precious little cock-sleeve.â
You want to punch himâ
âAnyway, I haven't let you cum from your clit yet. I bet by now it's engorged and begging for attentionâŠgo ahead and put your vibrator on your clit. Turn it on low.â
The fact that even just touching your clit causes you to jolt proves that his words are correct.
Hitting the power button, you turn your vibrator on a low setting, and almost instantlyâthe orgasm that had started to fade away flares back to life.
âGoodâŠI'll let you keep it there for a little while. ActuallyâŠI'm gonna go get some water. God knows how upset you'd be if my voice suddenly gave out and I couldn't give you permission to cumââ
You hear the sound of a chair being alighted from, and footsteps padding away from the mic.
âThis little motherfuckerâ,â you pant, your chest heaving.Â
You gently rub your vibrator around your clitâhoping that doing so will help you delay the orgasm thatâs buildingâbut itâs impossible to avoid.
After another minute, you canât put it off any longer.
Your body tenses, your pussy tightening, andâ
You tear the vibrator away from your clit.
If he were here, you think youâd honestly start to beg him for mercy. Of course, youâre sure heâd say thatâs practically your first true edge, and youâre just being a little baby, but still.
You start the countdown from 10 in your head, and once itâs done, put your vibrator back on your clit.
Your entire body jolts as the pleasure that had been denied snaps back to attention.
Youâre gonna have to edge againâ
âHow are you holding out? Did you edge at allâjust from the vibrator being on low? At the very least, I bet you're squirming and panting.â
âNow, listen closely. I'm going to make you an offer.â
If his offer involves you cumming, youâll do whatever it takes.
âI'm going to let you cum with the vibrator still on lowâassuming you can. This time I'll be generous and will give you 90 seconds, even. But here's the catch. At the end of this session, you will be cumming. So if your begging cunt blots out any logic in your brain, and you decide to cum now, and then feel it's âtoo muchâ later, well. That'll be your own fault. Even if you're overstimulated, you'll be cumming again, so choose wisely.â
âEither way, you need to keep the vibrator on your clit for another 90 seconds. You just need to decide if you're cumming or edging. Get ready. To spice it up, this time I'm not counting aloudâI'll just tell you when to stop. So if you're planning on cumming, try not to waste any time. Because if I say stop and you're right there, I doubt youâll be very happy. Now, begin.â
Risking an overstimulated orgasm after this is a dangerous game, butâ
You press the vibrator harder against your clit.Â
You need to cumâyou donât care about anything else right now.
Your free hand grabs at your breastâyour toes curling, and your heart racing.
Your back arches off the bed, a symphony of miniscule whines and gasps falling from your lips.
Then, the tension inside of you reaches its limit, and snaps.
Your voice catches in your throatâyour body spasming as waves of pleasure rock you.
You keep the vibrator on your clit to draw them out as long as you can, but after a few long beats, Hat Guyâs voice fills your ears once again.Â
âStopâthat's time. SoâŠdid you cum? I wish I could see the state of youâŠI bet you're starting to look all fucked out. We're already at the 20 minute mark, after all.â
You canât believe itâs already been 20 minutes. Yet, at the same time, canât believe youâre not already closer to the end.
âNow, I did say you'd be cumming again, so why don't you go ahead and put your vibe on high? Let's try and force it out of you.â
Itâs fineâŠitâs totally fine.Â
Turning your vibrator on high will be totally fine.
You move the toy back to your clit and push the button until the vibrations are much more intense than before.
Almost immediately, heat rushes through your bodyâstemming from the still recovering nerve ending on your clit.
Youâre over-sensitive. Fuck.
And yetâŠyour pussy still fluttersâyour muscles tensing once again as another orgasm begins to build.
âAhh, I bet you're squirming like a pathetic little worm. Is it too much? Do you want to beg me to let you stop?â
âYour toes are curling, aren't they? I wish I could hear you and see you panting like a bitch in heat. Should I throw you a bone? Would that satisfy that sad cunt of yours?â
You are writhing, and panting, and every other filthy thing heâs pegged you as. Butâyou donât want to stop. Youâre too far in nowâyour whole body shaking, and your breaths coming quick as the vibrator on your clit overwhelms you.
Itâs overwhelming, but you canât stop chasing that high. Youâ
âActuallyâŠthat's not a bad idea. Stopânow.â
Despite not wanting to, you immediately yank the toy away.
You hear yourself whining, unable to help it.
âHopefully you didn't cum in the last 30 seconds. If soâŠwhoops~â
You wish you could kick him.
âThis final orgasm is going to be our grand finale, so we should really let the sparks fly. And maybe your juices, depending on how hard you cum.â
âGrab your dildoâshove it in.â
You scramble to grab itâyour arm darting to the side to recover the dildo youâd discarded a short while ago.Â
As soon as you have it, you spread your legs and press the head at your entranceâstuffing it in without any preamble.
A pleasant sigh leaves you as that full feeling returns.
âYou're going to fuck yourself with itâhowever fast or slow, I don't care. And at the same time, turn your vibrator back on high.â
You can tell where this is going, and you honestly think it may kill you, but you follow his instructions nonetheless.
Turning the vibrator on high, you place it back on your clit and then begin fucking yourself with the dildo.Â
Almost immediately, involuntary sounds slip out of youâyour body writhing against the sheets.
The overwhelming strength of your vibrator on your clit now partnered with the messy rubbing of your dildo between your wallsâŠyouâre truly becoming the mess he promised to make you.
âOh, and just so things don't end too soon, you need to hold out for at least one minute. I'll let you know once you have permission to cum.â
You hardly think itâs fair that heâs saying this now, considering youâve already started fucking yourself, but even so, you want to listenâwant to be a good girl who does what he says, and only cums when permitted.
Holding out for a whole minute when your cunt is already starting to spasmâyour clit feeling like itâs on fireâis certainly going to be a challenge, though.
âYou knowâŠI bet if this were a live call, I'd be able to hear how wet your pussy is. You're probably gripping onto that dildo so tightlyâŠas if it's a real cock that you're begging to properly breed you.â
If he were here you wonder how heâd fuck you. Certainly hard enough that youïżœïżœd be able to hear the slap of his balls against your pussyâ
âYou must be panting, huh? So ready to cumâŠI wonder if youâd be obedient enough to cum when I say. Why donât we try? Weâre getting close to a minute, after all.â
Oh, fuck.Â
Youâve never cum on command before, but you want to for him.
âCâmon, princess, I know you can do itâŠkeep goingâŠget yourself right thereââ
Your chest shudders, and tears blot your eyes.
Youâre trying. Everything feels so hot.Â
The arousal in your tummy swellsâtightening up, and searing your insides.
âCum.â
A sob rips from your chest, and you grind your dildo against your g-spot one final time, before your body obeys, and releases.
With the vibrator on high, this orgasm is much more intense than the last.Â
Your breath catches, your spine curving, and your hand releases the dildo in favor of grabbing onto your sheets for dear life.
Despite the clamping of your pussy around the silicone cock, it still manages to slip out of you after a few secondsâflopping onto your mattress, and poking wetly against your ass.
When the pleasure on your clit starts to turn to painâyou finally tear the vibrator away. You turn it off, and weakly discard it onto the bed beside you.
Despite no longer having any toys in or on you, your cunt and clit continue to twitch with aftershocks.
You take a deep breath.Â
Hat Guy is still talking in your ears, but your brain is too scrambled to process what heâs saying. So, you just continue to lay there until his words sound more like words again.
âAlright, you must have cum by now. Take a minute to breathe. And when youâre done catching your breath, make sure you get up and go pee, and then get some water. Because Iâm not about to be liable for any after-effects of this session.â
Despite being exhausted, you canât help but quietly laugh.
âGood job making it through. Iâm sure weâll meet again soonâŠmostly because Iâm sure youâll be opening this file again to get off to, haha.â
âLater~â
The audio ends.
You lay there, staring at the ceiling.
Then, you roll onto your side, slowly get up, and head for the bathroom.
Canât let Hat Guy be liable for you, after all.
The following morning, you wake up with sore muscles, and a determination to go and beat up Yae Miko and Lisa Minci about their âgiftâ.
Yeah, maybe you are a little less tense than before, and the stress that had been clinging to you after the end of the previous semester is now gone, but still. They deserve a good scolding.
First, however, you have to go to your 9AM lecture. After that, youâll have time to run to the library.
Despite the soreness in your thighs, you manage to trek across campus and make it to your class with time to spare. You chose a seat somewhere in the middle, and then set your bag down in the chair beside you.
With nothing to work on yet, considering todayâs the first day, you entertain yourself with social media apps on your phone as the lecture hall slowly continues filling up.
When thereâs only a minute left before the class is set to start, thereâs a tap on your shoulder.
Startled, realizing theyâve probably been trying to get your attention, you immediately take out one of your headphones. Before you can even turn to face them and apologize, theyâre talking.
ExceptâŠthe voice of the person beside you isâŠeerily familiar. Scratchy, attractive, and perhaps a little annoyedâ
âDo you mind moving your bag? There arenât very many seats left.â
Without saying a word, too stunned to speak, you reach over and move your bag to the floor at your feet. The man grunts, and takes a seat beside you.
As he pulls out his laptop, you finally build up the courage to look at him.Â
Dark hair and eyes to matchâŠslim fingers, but veiny handsâŠa black shirt and oversized jacketâ
âDo you need something?â
Oh, fuckâyouâve been openly staring.
Your eyes meet his for the first time, and you open your mouth, but no words come out. The beat of your heart starts to get faster.
He cocks an unimpressed eyebrow at you.
âWhat? Cat got your tongue?â
This is just too muchâthereâs no fucking way this is happeningâ
Unfortunately, before you can finally pull it together and try to redeem yourself, your professor takes the podium at the head of the room.
âClass! Welcome! While it might be a little unconventional to start the semester out on this note, I just want you all to know in advance: this class will heavily rely on cooperation with others. There will be many team projects. In factâthe person youâre sharing a table with will be your project partner for the whole semester!â
âŠwhat.
Beside you, the man sighsâclearly unhappy to hear about there being group projects, or you being his partner, or both.
âGreat, looks like weâre stuck together.â
âYepâŠ,â you mumble in response, the first word youâve managed to speak since his arrival.
He obviously notices, because his lips pull into a teasing little grin, his eyes remaining trained on your still-speaking professor as he whisperâ
âOh, would you look at that? She speaks.â
Your pussy clenches.
Mhmm, yep!Â
Youâre gonna go jump off a bridge.
#genshin smut#genshin x reader#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche smut#genshin impact x reader#wanderer x reader#bean fic#genshin fanfic
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The Love And DeepSpace Men- Boyfriend Headcanons
parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: fluff fluff a/n: i might make a part two of this i just thought this was a cute idea in my drafts (ÂŽïœĄâą á” âąïœĄ`) any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!
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Xavier:
He is your weighted blanket whenever you need him. Literally and figuratively. When you sleep, he provides so much warmth. His head could be on your chest as he dozes off when you play with the locks of his hair. His arms would be around your body, occasionally pressing light kisses on your arms.
Your big baby. The warmth and softness of you and hearing the sound of your heartbeat soothes him. Therefore, he loves being the little spoon when cuddling despite the height difference between you two. He leans into your touch a lot so just hold him tight and run your fingers through his hair as he nuzzles his face into your chest.
He has the most confusing food combos he's cooked but you try them anyway. Sometimes it's not shocking to you that it's not your cup of tea so you decide it's best to just get take out instead or that you cook anyway. You both can cook your own plates at the same time in the kitchen or you'll help him cook what he wants even if the food combo is questionable so he doesn't burn the house down.
Will celebrate all of your achievements no matter how small. You were nervous about an exam? "Woot" Will be happy and proud that you got it over with and you'll both find something small or big to do to celebrate it
Cute date ideas would be stargazing or picnics in the park. Packing simple easy foods and treats while you both enjoy the scenery and afternoon. Or having a blanket out at the park while you watch the stars at night but he's looking at you.
Zayne:
The type to kiss you in bed every single night and when you both wake up. He'll kiss you on the lips, or the top of your head while he cups your cheek.
He'll always listen to your problems. He's an amazing listener and he gives logical advice as well as encouragement and praises depending on what the situation is.
He's a busy man but he tries to plan dates with you at least two or three times a week. If he has a busy schedule he'll make it up to you. Some dates include checking out new cafes to try new sweets or bakeries.
He's also a gentleman! He'll hold any door open whether it's a restaurant, yours or his home, or the car door, etc. He always tries to pick you up and drop you off. He'll also wait until your inside your home safely before leaving. He'll always stay on the dangerous side of the road or sidewalk whenever you both are walking together. With him you're never walking on the wrong side of the road whenever he's with you! If you were both in a busy area, he'll let you link your arms together, or intertwine your hands together, or he'll have his hand on your back so he knows your with him.
He'll make the effort to call you whenever he can. During his breaks from work, he'll call to see how you're doing. Or he'll call you at night to wish you a goodnight before he does an operation because he might not make it back home in time.
When he comes home late at night, he's cautious on handling your sleeping form because he does not want to wake up your peaceful sleep. He'll tuck your head in the crook of his neck, his chin resting on the top of your head before pulling up the covers over your body.
Rafayel:
You are his muse. He is so in love with you that you fill up his mind so most of his works would be inspired by you. He would have many sketchbooks filled with sketches of mostly just you and sometimes of you and him. The sketchbook is filled with your side profile, your eyes, your smile, your hands, any parts of you that he has adored for years. One time he planned on drawing the scenery of the beach but he decided to sketch you instead. Or there would be times where you're at a restaurant and he'll doodle you on a napkin. Or when you're both at the beach, he'll grab a stick and draw you on the beach.
Being in a relationship with him basically means you will always have a companion. He'll trail on you wherever you go like you literally cannot get rid of him. When you want to shower by yourself, he'll stay on the other side of the shower talking about anything. He just likes having you by his side. You can sit near him while he paints a new canvas and sometimes he'll ask you your opinions. He'll also want you to travel with him if he had to fly out for exhibitions.
Although he can be very playful and a tease, he'll do anything for you. You just have to ask him. He's wrapped around your finger.
He'll buy matching jewelry for the both of you and he'll buy any dresses or outfits that he thinks you would love or that would look gorgeous on you.
He also loves loves it when you give him words of affirmation. He loves hearing when you compliment him or tell him that you love him and he'll also love doing that to you as well.
Sylus:
He would reprogram Mephisto to like you and not squawk/ claw you. If he was far away from a business situation he would have Mephisto or Luke and Kieran keep you company. The twins will probably tell you any stories you want about Sylus. He'll also make calls or text you to update you on anything while he's far away.
On nights when he's not home, he'll intentionally leave some of his shirts out because he knows you sleep in his shirts as you drift off into sleep. He makes sure that they smell like 'him'.
Loves holding hands anytime he can with you. Or just loves having his hands on you. Always has his hand on your back or intertwined with yours or wrapped around your waist.
Makes time for you anytime he can. He'll literally just give you his card and follow you around while you shop. He's also the type of partner to buy you everything that you touch. If there's a time where you're upset about something that's sold out, he'll be searching for it and buying it overnight with the fastest delivery!
He'll also find your height difference funny. Sometimes he'll place his hand out on your head and tease you. Or sometimes he'll hold things above his head and find your expression funny because it's still impossible for you to reach.
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Could u do a fic similar to ur mustang fic, but the storyline being she moves next to him and her brother and him get close cos her mum begins to become friends with his mum so she has to come over a lot and ends up being obsessed with him
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pairing ; au!nicholas chavez x fem!reader contains ; 80s alternate universe , brotherâs best friend , tension. a/n ; 1980s alternate universe where nicholas is a rich kid. summary ; after y/nâs family moves house, her neighbour (and brotherâs best friend) catches her eye.
THEREâS SOMETHING SO attractive about a man who is forbidden. maybe itâs the fantasy of it: the yearning for something that is just out of reach. itâs almost as if youâre looking at him through a glass wall, but all you can do is look.
y/n laid on her bed in front of her window, looking into the house next door. coincidentally, nicholasâ bedroom window was opposite herâs. she wasnât sure he realised yet, but she sure did, and the lack of curtains on his end didnât help.
sheâd glance outside her window for a moment sometimes and be met with the sight of him and a girl, a different one every time. and itâs not that y/n was nosey, but what type of jerk brings a new girl home every other day?
whatever, it was none of her business. her fingers absentmindedly twisted a strand of hair as her mind wandered. suddenly, the shrill ring of the house phone cut through the peaceful haze of her afternoon. she groaned, tossing the magazine aside, and reluctantly swung her legs over the edge of the bed. It was always a race to answer the phone before someone else picked up or, worse, before the answering machine clicked on. downstairs, she heard it ring again, and she bolted for the hallway.
her feet hit the marble steps, carefully rushing down them in order to not slip (trust me, sheâs learned her lesson) as she took them two at a time, and she reached for the phone just as it rang a third time. the long, coiled cord dangled like a snake as she brought the heavy receiver to her ear.
âhello?â she sighed.
âhey, y/n, it's me,â her brother's voice crackled through the line.
the girl rolled her eyes. he had been out all day, probably hanging out with his basketball friends from down the street. âwhat do you want?â
âi, uh... i left my watch at the chavez'.â
âokay?â she leaned against the doorframe, already regretting picking up the call.
âin the bathroom,â he added sheepishly. âi kinda need you to go get it for me.â
y/n rolled her eyes. âyou want me to go to the neighbors' house and ask them for your stupid watch?â
âplease?â he sounded desperate. âmomâs gonna freak if she finds out i lost it again. itâs the one grandma got me, remember?â
y/n sighed dramatically, twisting the cord around her fingers. she hated doing her brotherâs errands. âwhy don't you go get it?â
âi'm, uh, not really around right now.â
ânot around?â she scowled, though she knew he couldn't see it. âwhat, are you in another dimension or something?â
âi'm at the arcade,â her brother admitted. âand i canât leave right now iâm with someoneâ
y/n gasped jokingly before mocking him, âyouâve got a girlfriend, youâve got a girlfri-â
âshut upâ he responded.
âwhy donât you ask nick?â she moved on.
âif i call their phone his mom might pick up and iâll have to explain and then she might tell-â he rambled before being cut off by the annoyed groan of his sister.
she could practically hear the grin on his face, knowing he'd dodged responsibility again. she thought about arguing but decided it wasn't worth the effort. âfine,â she huffed. âbut you owe me.â
âalright, thanks bye!â her brother said quickly, relief flooding his voice before quickly hanging up on her.
with that, she made her way across the manicured lawns toward nickâs place. his familyâs house, a massive mediterranean-style mansion, was just a short walk away. sheâd been over a few times for pool parties and get-togethers, but it was always when his parents were throwing some lavish event. now, though, it was quiet, and she wasnât sure if anyone was even home.
the front door was open slightly, and y/n knocked, stepping into the cool air-conditioned hallway when there was no answer.
ânicholas?â she called out, but was greeted by silence, except for the distant hum of music playing from somewhere upstairs.
the girl figured he must be in his room or something, so she headed up the grand staircase, walking down the hallway towards the bathroom her brother had mentioned. the marble floors were cool beneath her feet, and the whole house had that expensive, freshly cleaned smell that only rich homes seemed to have. donât get me wrong, y/n was rich, but not this rich.
as she reached the bathroom, the door was slightly ajar, steam seeping out into the hallway. before she could knock, the door opened, and there stood nick, freshly out of the shower, a towel hanging loosely around his waist, his skin still glistening with water droplets.
y/n froze.
his eyes widened, clearly just as surprised to see her. his hair was damp, hanging messily over his forehead, and the sight of him standing there, looking every bit like a golden god, left y/n momentarily speechless.
ây/n?â he said, his voice smooth but amused. âwhat are you doing here?â
she swallowed, trying to find her voice. âum, my brother⊠he left his watch here earlier. i came to get it.â
nick chuckled, leaning against the doorframe, his towel shifting dangerously low on his hips, revealing his very noticeable v-line. âah, the infamous watch.â he nodded back toward the counter inside the bathroom. âitâs right there.â
she glanced past him and spotted the watch sitting next to the sink. but her eyes didnât stay on the watch for long, not with nicholas standing right in front of her like that, all muscles and damp skin. she could feel her cheeks heating up, and she hoped he didnât notice.
âthanks,â she mumbled, stepping forward to grab it, but not before catching the faint scent of his aftershave. it was intoxicating.
just as she reached for the watch, he shifted, his arm brushing against hers. she couldnât help but look up, meeting his eyes, which were gleaming with that signature smirk of his.
âyou know,â he said, his voice low, âyou didnât have to come all the way over here for that. i couldâve brought it over later.â
her heart was racing now, and she tried to play it cool. âi didnât want to bother youâ
nick raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âbother me? y/n, youâre never a bother, youâre my best friendâs sister after all.â his gaze lingered on her for a moment, the air between them thick with tension.
she quickly snatched the watch off the counter, stepping back. âwell, iâve got it now, so Iâll justâŠgo.â
the boy chuckled, taking a step forward, his eyes never leaving hers. âyou donât have to rush off. why donât you hang out for a bit? i was about to make some food, and i could use some company.â
she hesitated, the idea of staying here, alone with nick, both thrilling and terrifying. the way he was looking at her â like she was the only thing in the room that mattered â made it hard to think straight.
âi donât know,â she said, biting her lip.
he grinned, stepping even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. âcome on, y/n. stay.â
it wasnât really a question.
and before she could talk herself out of it, she nodded.
#nicholas chavez x reader#nicholas chavez x y/n#nicholas chavez fanfiction#nicholas chavez#nicholas alexander chavez#nicholas chavez fanfic#777#Ęâ âč ĘË â strcwbrryklss
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look...I LOVED all of your puppy hybrid reader works. But just think about Kitty reader??? That was a stray and stsg find her. And it takes time to get comfortable for her. So there's lots of scratching and hisses but she'll come around sooner or later.
Oh she definitely would, the first day inside is rough, you donât want to talk, eat and you definitely show no signs of wanting to be near them. Satoru had really laid it on thick when he got too close to you, invaded your personal space: you had no choice but to feel threatened at the man leering over you! You have no choice but to scratch at him then run and hide yourself in their shared bedroom locking the door in the process.
The next week Suguru tries to calm you down when you start giving him lip about whatâs yours in this house and what they canât touch. Theyâre appalled? Baffled even. You hiss and bare your teeth at them when your rummaging through their fridge as they attempt to get close, they keep telling that most of the stuff in there needs to be cooked in order to eat so you donât get sick, youâre having none of it.
Itâs like this for an exhausting month before you start showing signs of being comfortable, you slowly start letting Satoru touch you, slowly start letting Suguru touch you as well.
When youâre resting on the couch and Satoru boldly sits next to you, you make no move to strike at him: Suguru is watching the exchange from the kitchen shocked. Even when he begins rubbing your back, slowly inching his way up to your neck, youâre fully accepting it and leaning back purring. Suguru doesnât want to be left out so he normally (attempts without distracting you) walks to the back of the couch and starts rubbing your ears, a little jumpy though you let him stroke them ever so softly.
You find yourself liking the touch from the two men, it feels good. Eventually you start mewling for more attention, slipping into their bedroom at night to smoosh yourself all over them to wake up. One of them usually does and gives you exactly what youâre craving. Feeling bad you always make sure to give them something in return: soft licks up their face.
Itâs not long before youâre being treated like a queen, these men do your beckoning with no complaints.
Suguru has you propped up on a pillow on your stomach, legs spread. He has you in that thin nightgown that gives easy access, the no panties really is the icing on the cake. Heâs behind you licking long stripes up your cunt, youâre so fucking sensitive, jumping with every bump against your little swollen clit. Youâve never felt this before, you canât help it when youâre whining the entire time heâs eating you out, your poor brain turned to mush by the time he decide hes finished.
Satoru loves having you use that cute mouth of yours, heâs guiding you through every step of the way, no no you need to be extra careful with your sharp canines, roll your tongue around his length and coat it with your saliva: good girl he praises and you go crazy for those words.
They agree to not give you cock until your first heat comes, they want you begging just a little!
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