#I WAS READY. I WAS FUCKING READY TO GO. NOT ONCE HAVE I NOT BEEN READY TO GO.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

a/n: another kofi request. This time it’s an Anatolian guard dog smut fic! Enjoy ^^

You stood out in the snow, coffee in hand as you waited by the door of the hybrid work agency. It was nice that there was somewhere that specifically hired out hybrids who were in need of work, because it helped everyone.

Lately, your apartment building had been the victim of multiple robberies, and each time the person that got robbed was closer and closer to you. Last week, your neighbor just two doors down had their entire apartment emptied out, leaving only the old food in the fridge and some lint.

So safe to say you were afraid you were going to be next.

Several of your friends suggested getting a security system, but your neighbor had one and it did nothing. No, you needed to go another route.

“Are you (Name)?”

You jumped, neatly slipping on the slick, icy sidewalk when you heard a voice behind you. Before you could fall, a hand grabbed your arm and steadied you.

When you turned, you spotted a tall man, a pair of fluffy, black dog ears. He wore a dark suit, his gloved hand pulling back from your arm once you regained your balance.

“Y-yes, I am. And you are..?”

“The guard dog you hired, my name is Duke.”

That made sense, he even had a lanyard with his name and role on it. “Ah… okay. My apartment is nearby, I already have one of the rooms ready for you. I have a few errands I have to run first though.”

Duke nodded, staying by your side as you walked. “I will accompany you.”

For the next few weeks, you had never felt safer in your life. Everywhere you went, Duke was always nearby, inspecting the area and making sure no one even thought of interrupting your peace.

Just a few days ago you were approached by a handsome looking man who claimed to have picked up something you dropped, but Duke was quick to step in front of you and twist the guy’s arm back.

“He’s got bad intentions, I can just sense it.”

For a moment you were in shock. Of course you knew Duke was big and strong, but the entire time he’d been guarding you he hadn’t shown his true strength. All he had to do was stand around you looking intimidating.

“D-Duke, he’s not-“

A handkerchief fell from the man’s pocket, and before you could pick it up Duke growled. “Don’t touch it!”

You pulled back your hand as if it had been burned, your cheeks growing hot with embarrassment and a bit of… arousal.

“It’s laced. The second you touch it you’ll start feeling dizzy. This guy has probably hurt a ton of girls using this method.”

You sat in Duke’s car as he handed the guy into the police station, still feeling a bit hot and bothered. Honestly, you were super grateful for and… a bit flustered by his protective nature.

From Duke’s pov, he had plans for you the moment h you met him. From your soft figure to your need for a protector, you were perfect.

Duke wanted a mate, and he bonded with you almost instantly. Getting to stand by and keep you safe all day aroused him to no end, and between shifts he spent most of his time fucking his hand, wanting more than anything to be thrusting into you instead.

That’s why when he smelled your arousal upon entering his car, Duke was quick to get you back to your apartment.

A part of him knew that it was unprofessional to be pushing you up against a wall and sniffing at you like a beast before covering your neck in hickeys, but he couldn’t care less.

You smelled too damn good, and he was sick and tired of everyone else looking at you like you didn’t belong to him already. “My little mate… getting all worked up, need to let off some steam, hmm?”

He set you on the bed before pushing you onto your belly, lifting your hips before lightly spanking your cunt. “Naughty thing. I’ve got to keep you safe, can’t have you all wet out there when every hybrid can smell your arousal from ten miles away.”

Duke was nearly twice your size, looming over you as his cock pressed against your tight hole. He did his best to prep you, pumping two fingers, then three in and out of your sopping wet cunt before he couldn’t take it anymore.

He pushed into you, letting out a growl when you whimpered and squirmed. “Easy, you can take it… be a good girl for me, okay? My sweet girl…”

Taking him wasn’t easy at all, in fact it took a minute for you to relax enough for Duke to even move, but once you eased up he began thrusting into you like a wild animal.

It made you see stars, the way he was fucking you stipid. You felt like you were losing yourself in each thrust, your hips moving desperately to meet his.

“G-gonna cum!”

When he knotted you after your fat cunt clenched around him, you truly understood what love was. While he stuffed you full, he caged your body under his, as if trying to shield you from the cruel and nasty world. You were just a sweet thing and he couldn’t stand the thought of anything taking you away from him.

He was so gentle, like a dog tending to the sheep he guarded. Duke groomed you and stayed inside of you for a long time, his curled tail wagging lazily.

“I’m gonna take care of you, okay? Don’t even have to pay me. You’re my mate now, got it?”

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[feeder86]

Fixing the Feeder

“Who’s that?” Hendrix asked his new friends as he gazed around the gay venue he was visiting for the first time. Having recently moved here for his job, Hendrix had arrived alone that night and quickly started introducing himself to the group of men who seemed most likely to visit the club on a regular basis. The guy he was asking about was clearly very attractive, with a tall, slender frame and pretty face. However, that wasn’t the reason why Hendrix’s interest had been piqued. It was the fact that such a handsome guy stood all alone and, unless Hendrix had been very much mistaken, he’d just seen him checking out a couple of the softer chubs in the corner.

Collectively, the guys all pulled a face. “That’s Felix!” one replied. “We don’t talk to him.”

Hendrix’s face lit up with intrigue; the cogs in his head were already whirring.

“He dated Lee, one of our friends,�� another explained to Hendrix. “He was already quite a big guy, but he absolutely ballooned when he was with Felix.”

“And you think Felix was the reason for that?” Hendrix asked, pleased that his predictions had been exactly right.

“Definitely!” jumped in another. “We could all see what he was up to, with his cream cakes and fast food. Then, the moment we convinced Lee to go for the gastric band, Felix finished with him, just like that!”

“Oh, really?” Hendrix asked, taking another look over at the pretty boy in question. “That’s not cool,” he agreed. “So you think he’s a feeder, huh?”

“We know he’s a feeder,” came the swift reply. “And now everyone else does. He can’t hide it any more.”

“So you’re able to warn those you see him getting close to?” Hendrix smirked, knowing that he had chosen the exact right people to make friends with that night in order to learn all he could about the crowds in here.

“Absolutely!” they all nodded, like a team of justice warriors; their cold stares fixed firmly on Felix; the enemy walking amongst them.

“Well, well… it sucks to be you!” Hendrix chuckled as he headed to the bar an hour or so later and caught Felix on his own once more. He smirked at the guy, knowing he himself had already picked up the number of a deliciously doughy-looking chub he’d seen Felix staring longingly at earlier. “You’re about as popular as herpes around here,” he stated without sympathy.

“It won’t last forever,” Felix replied, seeming to instinctively know that he was talking with a kindred spirit after eyeballing Hendrix flirting with the fat boy he had been so keen on. “People soon forget these things.”

Hendrix couldn’t help but laugh at Felix’s naivety. “I don’t think they do,” he scoffed. “Dumping your boyfriend because he was going for a gastric band? You exposed yourself to everyone,” he explained unsympathetically. “Sure, they may have had suspicions before about you being a feeder, but you made damn sure to give them the final nail to seal your coffin.”

Felix grunted bitterly, but he couldn’t deny the truth of what Hendrix was saying. “So, that means more fat boys for you then, huh?” he asked. “Your biggest competition has been eliminated from the game.”

Smirking once more, Hendrix looked Felix up and down. Yes, the boy was handsome, but it was Hendrix’s upper body strength that made sure he never lost out when it came to picking up the guys he wanted. Felix thought of himself as his competition? In Hendrix’s experience, guys always chose the ‘muscle stud’ over the ‘pretty boy’ every time. He collected his drinks, heading straight back to the fat boy he planned to take home later, looking back over his shoulder to ensure that Felix was watching as he placed a hand on the chub’s deliciously soft, under-exercised butt: the first of many fatties that he planned to fuck around here.

The next day, Hendrix squirted a little extra aftershave on himself as he got ready for his new job. He already knew that he was going to smash it. He’d consistently been the most successful car salesman since his second month at the last dealership he’d worked at. Now, moving up to the higher end of the market, the commission he was about to start earning would at last give him the life he deserved. Tight pants never hurt, nor shirts that showed off his excellent muscular physique. It was a fine balance, making himself look handsome enough to attract the female market, yet with a clear muscular athleticism that would encapsulate how the male customers aspired to be and ensure that they felt free to talk sports with him as he guided them towards a hefty sale.

Nothing had surprised Hendrix on that first day, apart from the identity of the pretty-looking dude, sitting in the accountancy office. It couldn’t be, surely? Felix, the fallen feeder, worked here too? He’d smirked and shaken the guy’s hand, keeping up the pretense that they had never met before. What a small world they lived in, he laughed to himself, staring back over his shoulder from the main floor and noticing that Felix was staring back through the glass walls that separated him from where the real work happened.

The mechanics in the back were friendly enough, if a little quick to grumble about how the site was managed. But Hendrix was a natural at smooth talk and soon ingratiated himself with them all. Within two hours of being there, he’d made his first sale: a company record.

It wasn’t until Day 4 that the new golden boy, Hendrix, found himself unaccompanied as he grabbed a coffee from the back room. That was when Felix crept in. “Hello again,” the man smiled, as if pleased that they were both able to speak freely at last. “How did things go with the chub after you left on Saturday?”

Hendrix laughed as he poured himself a cup from the machine; of course that was going to be Felix’s first question to him. “Pretty good!” he nodded, turning back around. “That doughy ass took a good pounding and there was plenty of decent back fat to grab onto.” He closed his eyes for a second, emphasising how perfect the memory of it was. “His whole body jiggled beautifully.”

Felix seemed to flush with arousal at the thought, surprised at how immediately open Hendrix was about it all. “Lucky you!” he mumbled.

“The foreplay was nice too,” Hendrix continued. “I squirted a can of cream over places and made him lick it all off,” he boasted. “Let’s just say… fat boy was VERY good at that part!”

“You like to feed them as well?” Felix asked, his eyes alert, as if this was the most important conversation he would have all day.

“Of course,” Hendrix nodded. “It’s rule number one in my book,” he explained. “When you fuck chubs, you’ve always gotta leave them a little bit fatter and softer for the next guy.”

Felix swallowed. “I hope that next guy is me,” he mumbled.

Once again, Hendrix chuckled, patronisingly patting Felix on his butt. “It won’t be!” he smirked. “After your little stunt, all the fatties know to stay well away from you.”

Sighing, it was somehow very obvious that Felix was turned on and frustrated. “I’ve gotta find some way to fix this,” he rambled, seeming as if he might burst if he didn’t get some fat boy action soon.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you,” Hendrix gloated, putting his coffee on the table and throwing his large, muscular body down onto the couch, before fixing his hands at the back of his head and relaxing. “You’re just going to have to move somewhere very far away, where no one knows you,” he teased.

“How jiggly was his butt?” Felix asked next, sitting down with him and keen to return to hearing all about Hendrix’s experience.

“Very!” Hendrix grinned, happy to indulge the horny boy. “Great rippling when I thrusted against it! You know, like those fat boys who don’t do any exercise whatsoever. Although, he wasn’t that used to taking guys as big as me, so he squealed a little bit in places.”

There it was: the little boner pressing against Felix’s pants. He really was every bit as kinky as Hendrix, who smirked at the sight of it. This meant that there was an opportunity to be exploited, should Hendrix play things very carefully…

“We should go for a drink after work; compare notes on the fatties we’ve had,” Hendrix suggested next, already lifting his great body up with a nonchalance that suggested Felix’s answer would mean little to him either way.

“Sure!” Felix shot back, not getting up from the couch and knowing full well that he would have to stay down for a little while longer; until the hardness retreated.

Hendrix had never spoken so openly about his experiences of being with chubs as he did that evening with Felix. He suddenly found that he had a way with words and storytelling that made each and every one of them sound so sexually charged and erotic; he could see Felix hanging on his every word.

“So, he actually ate it all?” Felix laughed, hearing the end to yet another of Hendrix’s kinky tales.

“Of course he did!” Hendrix nodded. “Look at me. Would you deny a stud like me anything if I asked it? He gobbled it all down straight away, then couldn’t button his pants the next day. It was so fucking cute!”

“That’s amazing!” Felix smiled, his eyes full of awe.

Hendrix checked his watch, sighing as if it was getting late. “Shall we sort that out?” he asked casually, pointing down at Felix’s bulging erection that hadn’t gone down all evening.

Felix looked surprised at being asked, yet Hendrix’s tales had wound him up enough that there was no chance of him saying no. He was one of those men who just seemed so much more malleable when he was horny. Soon, he was back at Hendrix’s new place, dropping his pants and relieved to finally have someone stroking his dick at long last.

Hendrix was determined that it shouldn’t be a quick fix, despite how desperate Felix seemed to want to climax, slapping the guy’s hand away each time he seemed to grab his own hardness in an attempt to make himself finish. He could see why the fatties had fallen for him. Felix had a fine body, with cute, pert little glutes that Hendrix knew he would need to stick his dick between soon. It was how he came, twenty minutes later, ploughing his harness into the delighted Felix whilst the guy lay on his front, pressed into the bed. 

After climaxing, Hendrix rolled them both onto their sides, still keeping himself fully erect and inserted. He moved quickly, reaching behind the pillow to where he had stealthily hidden a can of whipped cream. “It’s your turn!” he whispered, knowing just how achingly horny the boy was by that point. He couldn’t see his reaction as he took in the can of cream, but Felix would have been naive if he hadn’t known this was coming. “You know my rule…” Hendrix whispered, inserting the nozzle between the guy’s lips. “If I fuck them, I fatten them.”

There was a click as the fresh can sprang into life. Felix’s submissive mouth was filling with cream whilst Hendrix slid his other large hand up and down the guy’s shaft. This was it: the moment Felix was at last going to be allowed to climax. The boy swallowed and swallowed, desperate for Hendrix to keep on working his erection and not stop. He seemed to intuitively know that every scrap of pleasure Hendrix provided would be conditional upon this one concession of his: swallow the cream down.

Hendrix chuckled, unable to help how amusing he found it all. “Good boy!” he cooed into Felix’s ear as he felt the hardness pulse and almost quiver; the can of whipped cream getting lighter by the second as it was mercilessly pumped down Felix’s throat. There was something so pathetically sexy about the way a guy would relax when this was done; their bodies limp and full of complete unjustified trust in him as Hendrix brought the inevitable explosion closer and closer. Felix whimpered as his erection spluttered and then shot out forcefully across Hendrix’s sheets, making quite the mess. Only the tiniest amount remained in the can, which Hendrix quickly scurried away so that he didn’t see. By the way Felix was looking at him, mouth agape, Hendrix knew that he had just given the guy the best orgasm of his life.

The next day, Hendrix’s only contact with Felix had been to nod at him in mutual appreciation of the very large, deliciously overfed guy who came into the showroom: legs of pure blubber and an ass that was bordering on being too big to be accommodated in the seats of the cars, Hendrix knew that this was a body that they both could drool over. Despite having a sixth sense that the guy didn’t have the money to be a serious buyer, Hendrix indulged the man for a full forty minutes, delaying the inevitable chat about finance options which always sent them running. 

“Why does Felix keep looking over here?” complained one of Hendrix’s new friends at the gay club that weekend. 

“Oh,” smirked Hendrix. “That’ll be me,” he chuckled. “It turns out we’re now colleagues. He works in the finance department of my new showroom.”

“Unlucky you!” growled another. He hadn’t stopped scowling at Felix since he’d first come in.

“He’s developed a bit of a thing for me,” Hendrix went on to explain. “Not that you can blame him!” he winked at them all.

“He’s bad news,” warned Pete, the oldest of the group.

Hendrix nodded in falsely sympathetic agreement. “But I know how to handle guys like Felix. Plus, it might be good to give him a taste of his own medicine…” he laughed, looking squarely at Pete. “Get some revenge for your friend, Lee.”

The guys all leaned in closer; every last one of them. “What were you thinking?”

“No luck this evening?” Hendrix asked half an hour later, strolling over to Felix.

Felix appeared delighted to have Hendrix beside him. He shook his head. “Just the usual chubs,” he replied, without glancing to double check.

“That’s a shame,” Hendrix smiled. “You’ll have to come home with me instead,” he offered, placing his large hand on Felix’s slender butt as if he owned it.

Electricity seemed to crackle in Felix’s eyes. “That doesn’t seem like a bad consolation prize,” he mumbled back, his voice breaking slightly. When Hendrix held out his hand, Felix took it, allowing himself to be led out of the club; completely oblivious to the amount of knowing eyes that were upon him.

“Who the hell is that?” asked Felix, hearing someone knocking at the front door some time later as he made out with Hendix on his couch.

Hendrix lifted himself up and pulled out his wallet to tip the delivery person, returning to Felix’s side holding two large boxes of meat and cheese-filled pizzas. “You know my rule,” he grinned, opening the box and letting out a plume of delicious scents, “If I fuck them, I fatten them…”

Felix raised his eyebrows, as if trying to work out when Hendrix had even had time to order pizzas since they had arrived back at his place. He wriggled nervously in his seat, unsure whether he should lie back or sit up. Meanwhile, Hendrix set to work stimulating the guy’s little dick, ensuring it was pumped and ready for some kinky fun. “Alright… maybe just a bit of pizza,” he conceded. 

In Hendrix’s experience, in order to flip a feeder, you needed three things: a definite, unrelenting admiration of fat guys, a potential submissive streak, and a super hard, easily excited dick. That last one had become tonight’s focus. Hendrix worked that sensitive muscle between Felix’s legs with a cherishing love, knowing that it was the key to everything that would come next. If Felix had ever been a feeder of any sort of substance, he should have realised how keenly Hendrix was educating himself on how best to stimulate his dick: the grip strength, the speed of the stroke, the positioning. If he could edge him well enough, he knew he could make Felix do anything he wanted in time. Tonight, Felix wanted to climax, there was no doubt about that. Hendrix just had to make sure that he had maximum results on the calories front before that happened.

Three weeks into all this and Hendrix knew that Felix was ready for the chat. He’d witnessed a slight softening in the torso and a subtle broadening in the guy’s rear. “You know I’m going to get bored of all this soon, unless I start seeing some results?” He shrugged his shoulders, looking at Felix earnestly. “I am what I am,” he sighed. “A feeder soon gets bored without some blubber to play with.”

His timing had been good, with Felix having spent the last 30 minutes sucking on cream and getting pounded until he practically exploded everywhere. It was obvious from the soppy eyed expressions Felix gave him that no one had ever pleasured the boy quite like this. “I’m up five pounds,” he tried to answer.

Hendrix scoffed. “Five pounds?” he repeated back to him, as if emphasising how pathetic it sounded. “You know what I am,” he whispered smoothly, sliding down the bed and spooning the naked guy until Hendrix’s semi-erection nestled back between Felix’s butt cheeks, where it belonged. “I want a piggy!”

“I’ve never thought about gaining myself,” Felix replied quietly.

“Until now…” Hendrix reminded him, kissing the back of his head sweetly. “You can’t tell me you haven’t enjoyed those five extra pounds I’ve put on you.” His hand reached into Felix’s groin, feeling that the guy was indeed getting hard again. Slowly, he began to tug it, knowing how much more malleable the boy became when he was horny. In reality, the guy should have been wise to this sort of manipulation, were he really as adept at feeding as he had previously claimed to be in his previous relationship.

Felix moaned in agreement, his eyes rolling back into his head.

“And you want to put on more weight for me, don’t you?” Hendrix asked him, pushing a much firmer erection back inside him. “You want to make me proud to fuck you, right?”

Felix’s body completely relaxed, enjoying the submission as he prepared to be fucked once more. “Yes,” he whispered diligently back, as if hardly comprehending what a momentous milestone he had just passed.

Over the years, Hendrix had met a few guys like Felix; sling a hard dick inside them and they gave in entirely. The only difference here was the fantastic, instant access Hendrix had to Felix for so much of the week. Hendrix could whip up his most devious calorie shakes, then chuckle as he’d watch Felix discovering it in his desk drawer at work; slowly sucking it all down throughout the morning in the hope that Hendrix may pleasure him in the bathroom come lunchtime.

“You’ll see when he comes in,” Hendrix boasted to his friends at the gay bar. “His face is puffing up quite a bit and those tight little glutes of his have swollen out somewhat!”

“Is he actually getting a belly?” asked Pete, surprisingly thrilled by Hendrix’s genius plan to enact revenge for them all.

Hendrix considered for a second. “It’s more of a paunch than a belly. But if you want me to put a gut on him, I can definitely make that work,” he smiled obligingly.

The whole gang chuckled, nodding their heads. “Do it!” they cried, as if this was all one giant, elaborate prank.

Hendrix sighed, pretending to find this to be one long, tedious homework assignment; as if he was doing all this out of a kindness to them all. “Very well,” he nodded. “I’ll see what I can do for you.”

When Felix arrived twenty minutes later, Hendrix was delighted with the fit of the guy’s pants, stretching across the broader, softer glutes. Even in the middle of the bar, Hendrix couldn’t resist gently stroking the tubbier rear, knowing that the eyes of everyone were watching his every move. He paraded the boy for a good thirty minutes, before slowly guiding him out; taking him back home to fatten and fuck him; much like every night.

“I’ll tell you who’s packed on a few pounds recently,” grunted Roy, one of the mechanics in the back. “Have you noticed Felix’s stomach recently?” he asked Hendrix and a couple of the other guys as they took a few moments outside to chat at the end of the lunch break.

“Yeah, I noticed that,” nodded another mechanic. “He’s starting with a right little beer gut,” he agreed.

“Well, what do you expect?” Hendrix shrugged. “The guy sits on his butt at a computer screen all day,” he explained, rolling his eyes as if Felix was nothing more than lazy. “He’s not up on his feet all day like we are.”

The other guys nodded, feeling that, despite whatever the admin-pushers like Felix believed, it was really their hard graft that kept this place running. “I have a cousin who ballooned after he got an office job,” agreed one. “It’s not good for you at all.”

At that moment, Felix appeared from around the corner; his portly little stomach straining the buttons of his shirt after quietly consuming two of the calorie shakes Hendrix had left for him that day. He called across to one of them, asking if certain parts had arrived so that he could finish writing up an invoice, then spun back around, giving them all a perfect view of his thicker glutes. Once out of earshot, the guys all looked at each other and burst out laughing. There was no doubt about it: Felix was slowly becoming quite the fat boy.

Perhaps Felix hadn’t even noticed how much more he was able to eat over the coming weeks and months, but the change had been nothing if not deliberate. With each kinky act of foreplay, Hendrix had slowly raised his expectations for what he expected Felix to consume. The fat itself was packing on beautifully across Felix’s sides, giving him deliciously cute, plump-looking love handles that completely altered his previously slender shape. Simply watching them emerge had given Hendrix a thrill unlike any other.

“Time to step on the scales,” Hendrix cooed, rousing Felix from his sleep that Sunday morning.

Felix groaned a little and rolled over in bed. It had only been four hours since he had been woken and fondled until he was horny enough to swallow down a gainer shake for Hendrix in the middle of the night. Ultimately, however, he was a good boy, dragging himself out of bed for a quick bathroom stop before the scales were ceremoniously brought out in front of Hendrix’s full-length mirror.

“Look at you!” Hendrix marvelled, admiring the way the blubber had continued to spread itself around Felix’s waist that week. There was no denying the fact that the guy was getting little moobs, with even the tops of his arms starting to puff up in a way that only happened with a consistent period of prolonged weight gain. Hendrix pulled down the tight boxer shorts that Felix had slept in, noticing all the little marks where they had been quietly digging into his plushier flesh. 

A lover of fat, even Felix couldn’t help getting hard as he saw it all and felt Hendrix’s large hands bouncing his heavier glutes up and down. His thighs had taken on quite a lot of fresh lard the last couple of weeks, making even Felix’s most resistant clothes absolutely redundant.

“Are you ready to find out how fat you are today?” Hendrix whispered into the boy’s ear, playing with Felix’s dick to ensure he was super turned on before he saw the new number on the scales. It had been a good week for gains, that much Hendrix was sure of; the traces of Felix’s former slender 145lb body slowly disappearing.

Felix nodded and stepped on; his cute little double chin showing itself as he looked down over the top of his developing gut at the building numbers. Two weeks ago, he had crossed 200lbs for the first time. Now the numbers were crossing that threshold with ease: 208…211… higher and higher.

“Fuck!” Felix gasped as it was obvious where the number was going to settle. He turned to Hendrix, catching the sparkling joy in his feeder’s eyes as. “How have I put on so much this week?”

“Because you’re a greedy little fucker,” Hendrix chuckled back, making his lover step off and onto the scales a further two times, just to be certain of the measurement. He grabbed a handful of lard from Felix’s stomach and held it proudly. “I’ll have another eight pounds on you next week as well,” he declared. He’d practically moved Felix in to get these sorts of gains on him, but with results like these, it had all been absolutely worth it.

Hendrix turned Felix back to the mirror, grabbing the boy’s hands and making it grab onto the flesh blubber. He took a step back, watching the former feeder’s love of fat start to wash over him. Felix’s own hands touched all those areas a feeder could never resist. Felix jiggled and bounced himself, raising his arms to admire the new love handles and twisted to see the remarkable transformation of his butt. The boy had always loved seeing fatter bodies, but it was obvious that he had never anticipated the next chubby body he got to play with would be his own. The guy’s dick was so irredeemably hard, Hendrix couldn’t help but laugh. This fatty had the potential to be taken all the way.

Hendrix was greeted as a hero as he strolled about in the gay bar a couple of months later. Whenever Felix went off to the bathroom, someone would come up and pat him on the back, telling him what an amazing job he had done teaching the guy a lesson. They spoke as if it was all done, as if the love handles and the double chin that Felix now owned were the end of the road. To Hendrix, it seemed like the most ridiculous concept to simply stop there. 

“He’s quite a greedy boy, y’know,” he told them all with a grin. “He almost seems oblivious to how much he overeats now. I definitely don’t think he’s done growing yet. That fat ass of his is pretty much made from pure ice cream!” he chuckled.

The guys nodded. They couldn’t help but notice the ridiculous shape of Felix’s glutes in the tight pants he’d worn that night. “Well, no one can deny that you’re committed to the cause!” they’d laugh back.

Hendrix smirked and nodded, spotting Felix making his way back towards him. “Karma’s a bitch!” he winked at them conspiratorially as they all drifted away once more, leaving Hendrix to play his games with Felix.

“How come they all still love you so much?” Felix asked, frowning at the fact that his lover was always so popular here. “Look at how much weight I’ve gained! Surely they must know that you’re a feeder?”

Hendrix laughed, slipping his large hand over Felix’s heavy glutes, rubbing and patting them with pride; the feature he most adored on Felix’s overweight body. It felt even more erotic to enjoy touching him like this in here, where everyone had known his previously slim physique so well before. “I’m just a bit cleverer than you,” he whispered back. “I could turn you into a literal mountain of lard and still have them love me.”

“But, how?” Felix pressed, having his fat stomach rubbed by Hendrix right there in the middle of the bar. He clearly could not comprehend how easily his lover was simply getting away with it all, whilst he himself had been ostricised. 

“Oh, it’s even better than that!” Hendrix smiled, pulling out a coupon for the ice cream joint down the street. “You wouldn’t believe how many of them keep giving things like this to me. They’re all so ridiculously fixated on disliking you that they don’t even realise what I am.” He laughed as he looked around at the faces in the bar. “They all think they’re in on it.”

“They do?” Felix asked in surprise, realising that he’d never quite understood the status Hendrix had in this bar. “No one is trying to stop you? At all?”

“Not one!” Hendrix smiled victoriously. “I’ve got free rein to do with you as I like,” he whispered, resuming his stroking of Felix’s oversized rear once more. “So I’m going to keep adding pounds and pounds and pounds of pure blubber to you. Then I’ll watch as it slowly dawns on them all how they all foolishly enabled and encouraged me…”

Felix looked around, clearly noticing how admired Hendrix was in here. “How long do you think that will take?” he asked, sceptically.

Hendrix smirked again. “Who knows?” he laughed. “Another one hundred pounds… two hundred… Hell, I might need to fatten you up forever in order for them to realise they invited an actual feeder into their circle of trust.”

“You really want to keep going that far?” Felix asked, stroking the back of his head nervously.

“Let me ask you, would you have ever stopped fattening your ex if he hadn’t wanted surgery?”

Felix looked a little sheepish. “No, I guess not,” he mumbled.

Hendrix nodded. “Exactly!” he declared. “Once you’ve sunk your claws into a fatty, there’s no letting go!”

Sometimes, there was a misty eyed look that Felix gave whenever Hendrix let out his most harsh and blunt thoughts. A lust would come over him that was so obvious to Hendrix. The guy became putty in his hand; ready to be pushed and cajoled in any direction Hendrix wanted. 

“How about we get out of here, Piggy?” Hendrix whispered into Felix’s ear. “I’m in the mood to watch you gorge yourself into oblivion tonight!”

Despite the kinkiness of their situation, Hendrix was genuinely delighted to have Felix in his life. Not only was he the guy who was the most sexually compatible with him, but he was also genuinely quite sweet and thoughtful once all his kinks were being managed. However, untamed, Hendrix could see what a nightmare the boy would have been to date previously. Just like Hendrix, he could get turned on at the drop of a hat, and Hendrix could imagine how slyly manipulative he would have been to push calories onto his former lovers. Now, whenever he got horny, he would take himself off to the well stocked kitchen cupboards and rip open a box of something tasty, feeding himself as Hendrix watched on with pleasure. It definitely helped that he too had once been a feeder. He had at least some understanding of how Hendrix’s brain worked. He knew how to dress himself to emphasise those gains and could wrap Hendrix’s fingers around those fleshier regions of his body that no feeder could resist touching.

“I never imagined I’d one day be over three hundred pounds!” Felix laughed to himself, admiring his fat body in the mirror as Hendrix climbed into the bed behind him.

“Well, believe it, buddy!” Hendrix laughed, enjoying the sight of Felix’s round, chubby glutes. For him, the boy was just entering the sweet stage, where even his hips were starting to pile on the pounds, altering his shape into that of a man of more extreme obesity. He was blowing up out of everything he had worn in the last few months; older stretch marks fading and newer ones coming in. There was something so comical about a guy with nipples drooping like Felix’s had started to do; the way the fat was spreading into his chest and bulging under his arms; those fat-filled upper arms and the complete domination of fat under his chin. “I’ve got plenty more pounds I want to add to you!” he grinned, smiling at the indestructible hardness that was straining from Felix’s body, even as a sizable pouch of fat pressed it down slightly in the guy’s groin. His body rippled and jiggled as he strutted over to the bed, the blubber spreading out onto the mattress once he finally lay down. He didn’t flinch as Hendrix reached across to his bedside table and picked up the nightly calorie shake, inserting the nozzle into Felix’s mouth.

Felix moaned, rubbing his little dick as he swallowed and swallowed. A lot of the time, he would simply gaze submissively into Hendrix’s eyes as he did this; adoring the muscular stud, freshly returned from his evening gym session, ready to play. It was the perfect lifestyle for him. Hendrix didn’t ask anything more of him than this: the blissful act of consuming and growing for him. And so he drank every last drop as if this was all he had ever wanted for himself.

One of the things that had bonded Hendrix and Felix together so much was their shared experience of growing up with undeniably crappy parents. The only major difference was that Hendrix had picked himself up and moved his entire life away from all that, whilst Felix had remained close by, keeping them at arm’s length. 

Not having to worry about impressing Felix’s super religious parents had certainly given Hendrix a freedom he would not have otherwise had as the date approached when he would have to meet them both. “You know what I love about you?” Hendrix smiled, watching his lover gorging his breakfast that morning. “You’re a great little stress eater!”

Felix smiled faintly. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” he shrugged.

“It’s the first time your parents have seen you since you turned into such a fatty,” Hendrix bluntly replied, stroking the broad back of his three hundred and fifty pound lover and already plotting how many extra calories he could get into Felix that morning whilst he was in this heightened state.

“Is my large black sweater out of the wash?” Felix asked.

Hendrix rolled his eyes. “You’re planning on wearing that?” he sighed disappointedly, knowing just as well as Felix did that it was the one item of clothing that best disguised that impeccable size of Felix’s stomach.

“What else would I wear today?” Felix shot back.

“The pink sweater?” Hendrix shrugged.

Felix couldn’t hold back his laughter. “No way!” he chuckled. “That thing stopped fitting weeks ago, You only like it because it makes me look enormous!”

“You are enormous,” Hendrix shrugged again. “What’s the point in trying to hide it? I’m proud of how fat you are. I want people to see it.”

Felix smiled back, feeling a closeness with Hendrix he had never experienced in a relationship before. Sometimes it seemed like it was the two of them versus the entire world. He nodded as Hendrix planted a loving kiss on the top of his head. “Alright then,” he sighed. “I guess we’re really doing this…”

A few hours later, the two men tumbled through the apartment door, wrapped around each other and desperately trying to remove their clothes in a fit of steamy lust. The meeting couldn’t have gone worse and, consequently, it could not have inflamed both their kinks more. Felix’s parents had been in complete shock at the size of their boy, referring to Felix as a ‘fat pig’ and a ‘fatty.’ They’d been disgusted at how much Felix had ordered to eat and had called Hendrix out as they could see him trying to slyly push more food onto their son. Hendrix had loved every second of it, agreeing with them that he enjoyed the shape of Felix’s body and even thanking them for raising a son with such a hearty appetite. For the first time, Felix had let himself go in front of them, feeling strong with Hendrix by his side. The shock and horror on the older couple’s faces when Hendrix had told them about their musing about getting married. It wasn’t enough that they staunchly disagreed with gay men getting married, but the idea of their boy tethering himself to a feeder had almost sent them into a blind panic, leaving the table just as the main course was arriving.

The two men had stayed behind, with Felix quietly coached into consuming both of his parents’ meals as they further discussed the idea of getting married should Hendrix get the dream job he wanted in Seattle. All that eating, the talk of commitment and the exciting plans; it had sent them both into a spiralling horniness that could not be undone. The failed catch-up with Felix’s folks had proven one thing: they needed to live their lives for themselves, and no one else.

Back at the bar a few weeks later, the distrust of Hendrix had never been more apparent. Despite throwing the rug from under them by announcing that he was leaving town, the fact that he was taking Felix with him, and had even become engaged to him had completely thrown them all. At last, they could see what they had been a part of. Hendrix had never really cared about the things that had gone on before he arrived, He’d simply been riding a wave that had allowed him complete freedom to get his kicks in exactly the same way Felix had in the past.

Everyone had been polite, despite the many things that they may have been muttering to themselves under their breath as Felix’s ass crack and underbelly became more and more visible as the beers went down. One thing was for certain: these two freaks deserved each other. 

“No regrets?” Hendrix asked, finally sitting himself down next to Felix on their new couch, overlooking the Seattle skyline from the large window.

“None,” beamed Felix back.

The pair kissed sweetly before Hendrix pulled out his cell phone. “Well then, I guess it’s time to start trying out some of these new take out places,” he chuckled. “Buckle up, Fat Boy! You’re in for a tough few weeks ahead!”

[bambikisss]

Husband activities : C.San

Husband!San x Wife!Reader

📖 : After working hard for a promotion, your husband decides to take you out to dinner to celebrate

⚠️ : Unprotected sex (please wrap it and be safe), fingering while driving, public oral (male to female), biting, lots of praise, a smidge of degrading, talks of recording/picture taking, small use of food, desperate San, pussy drunk San

🦌Bambi's notes : Hi! This is my first story back and I'm very excited to get back in the swing of things when it comes to writing and posting again. There are a few more tags added above as I got a bit carried away, but here's something to begin the year off with for book club. Enjoy!

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"Congratulations again, Mrs. Choi"

You smiled at Barbra's compliment, thanking her once more before wishing her a good night. After months and months of hard work, you had obtained the promotion position you had been dreaming about. While it took everything you had, you were happy to finally have the new plack with your name on it and the new position.

As you continued to set up your new office, you heard a knock on the door gently. When you turned around and were met with your husband's smiling face, you couldn't help but mirror it, rushing into his arms with a bright smile. "San, what are you doing here?" You asked though you didn't mind. You loved it when he visited you and the same for him. "I just wanted to come to congratulate you in person, baby" San placed a gentle kiss to the side of your head, pulling back just enough to see your face as he wrapped his arms around you more, keeping you pressed right up against him.

San loved how you felt against him, fitting him perfectly. It was one of the many things he loved about your body: how it felt right against his.

You gave him a small tour of your office, leading him to the large floor-to-ceiling windows that gave a beautiful view of the city. San couldn't help but look down at you with pride in his eyes, pressing his chest against your back as he wrapped his arms around you once more, leaning down so that his lips grazed your ear as he hummed "I'm so proud of you, baby. You worked hard and now you get to enjoy it all"

You smiled as San's lips met you in a gentle kiss, savoring the feeling before he pulled back, suddenly now holding his phone out to you. On the screen was a reservation reminder for one of your favorite restaurants, a smile appearing on your lips as San's hands returned to your hips as he hummed "I got us a reservation. It's nothing, just a little gift."

San loved spoiling you, doing whatever it took to keep you happy and see that smile on your face, though it didn't take much. He enjoyed the glint in your eyes whenever he bought you a gift, the sight always making him want to pin you against the nearest surface.

"It's so soon, though" You pointed out, turning to the clock on the wall. The reservation was at 7 o'clock and it was already 5:30. San nodded, gently grabbing your hand to press a kiss to the back of it, slowly turning you around to face him as he smirked "Well, we should get going then. I want you to take your time when it comes to tonight."

San words repeated through your mind as you got ready, picking out one of your favorite and best-looking dresses and matching heels before taking a long hot shower, taking your time to thoroughly relax. As you put on the dress and finishing touches, your eyes moved over the dress, happy with how it adored you beautifully.

Just as you were applying the finishing touches on your makeup, San could be heard approaching the bathroom, the sound of his dress shoes clicking against the floors as he stood in the doorway. "Hey honey, we should get…" San's words left him in real-time as his eyes landed on your figure in the dress, his mind no longer focused on the reservation, but on how fucking good you looked. You had the same reaction, looking over his broad shoulders and slim waist in his choice of outfit, simply wearing his white button-up and beige vest over it. Though the outfit was simple, he looked absolutely sinful in it.

San licked his lips as you approached him, his fingers itching to touch you as he breathed out "Baby, oh my god. You look…" His words left him once more as he spun you around, his eyes moved over every inch of the dress and your figure, his mouth watering at the things he wanted to do with you. His lips met your cheek before slowly kissing down to your neck, your hands moving up his muscular chest as you hummed playfully "shouldn't we get going?"

"Going where?" San's question was muffled as he kissed your neck, breathing in your scent as he kissed and sucked gently on your neck, drawing a low moan out of you, one that made San press you back against the bathroom sink. You knew that if you didn't stop him soon, there would be no chance of you both making that reservation. As you pushed him away gently to meet his face, San licked his lips once more, his eyes now full of hunger and desire.

"San, the dinner reservation." San groaned at the reminder of the reservation, biting his lip before he nodded, backing up as he said "God, you're going to be the death of me" San couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you both made your way out to the car, his eyes drinking in every movement you made. He found you to be the prettiest woman he had ever seen, thanking the universe every day he got to marry you.

You tried to finish your makeup while he drove, the sight of you applying your lip gloss in your little compact mirror making it hard for San to simply focus on the road. His hands tightened around the wheel for a moment, his lips itching to meet yours and lick off the lip gloss. You gently pressed your lips together to spread the lip gloss evenly, not noticing San's hand leaving the wheel to meet your thigh over the dress. It seemed like such a simple touch, offering him a small smile before you returned to your lips.

"What kind of lip gloss is that?" San asked, his eyes glancing over to yours for a moment before returning to the road, focusing on driving once more. "I think it's stawberry-" You were unable to finish your words as San's hand shot up to grip your cheeks, pulling you into a deep kiss with him as he pulled up to a red light. You moaned gently as San's tongue met yours, your lips moving together in a heated kiss as San's hand left your cheeks to move down your body, greedily grabbing and feeling every part of you before pushing away your thighs, his finger meeting your panties. You couldn't help but pull back to bite your lip as San continued driving with one hand, his other hand working on slipping your panties to the side as he pushed in a finger to your pussy, a moan leaving you both.

"You're so wet, honey" San breathed out, his finger moving in and out of you at a slow pace, the palm of his hand rubbing small circles on your clit. You gripped the seat at his motions, letting him do as he pleased as you continued to let out your moans into the car. The sight of you relaxed, head tossed back against the seat made San's cock twitch, gripping the wheel as he sped up, rushing now to the restaurant.

Your eyes opened to the sound of San's door slamming shut, the backseat door opening to show San climbing into the back, his lips and tongue wrapped around the finger that was just inside of you. His eyes were dark, a moan leaving him as he met your eyes. He motioned for you to meet him in the back with his free, only freeing his finger from his lips when you sat on his lip, his lips crashing with yours in a messy kiss.

"We have 15 minutes left before our reservation" San groaned against your lips, carefully moving so that you were against the seat as he moved onto his knees in front of you, kissing down your thighs as he mumbled "I want my appetizer"

Who were you to deny your husband such a need?

As you simply opened your legs wider for San, he smirked at the sight, blowing some air onto your wet pussy with a playful grin on his lips.

"Now isn't the time for that, San" You mumbled, running your hand through his styled hair as you pushed his head towards your pussy. San smirked, knowing you were right as he let you bring his lips to your pussy, moaning immediately at your taste. He took his time enjoying you, his tongue moving in and out of your pussy lips as he looked up at you through his glasses. He let you move your hips against his face, his own eyes rolling shut as you gripped his hair to press him more against you.

"Hmm, ride my tongue honey. Let me taste you" He moaned, his fingers pressing into your thighs as he focused on licking up all your wetness. You tossed your head back as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking hard on it before he pulled back to mumble against your pussy "such a good girl for me. so fucking tasty"

Your moment with San was interrupted by the sound of his phone going off, letting him know that it was time for the reservation. He sighed gently before pressing a few more kisses to your pussy, as if kissing it goodbye before he pulled back to allow you both to fix up your appearance. He bit his lip at the sight of you reapplying lip gloss once more, wanting nothing more than to kiss it off of you again.

"You know," San hummed as you both exited the car and began to walk to the restaurant hand in hand. "I wouldn't mind just going back home and celebrating there"

"San" You gently scolded him as you both entered the restaurant, following the hostess to your table. San smirked gently, squeezing your hand to let you know he was playing around with you.

The hostess led you both to a private room dining room that had a beautiful view of the ocean, the room full of candles to give it a romantic glow. You gasped gently as San led you into the room, pulling out the chair for you as he said "I wanted to celebrate in a more intimate setting" He gently placed a kiss on your shoulder before moving to sit across the table from you, smiling proudly. He knew based on the glint in your eyes that he picked right for the reservation, his heart racing as you gently thanked him. He placed his hand on top of yours, gently pulling it to his lips as he said "Anything for you, my love. And you deserve it, you worked hard for that promotion."

San placed a kiss on your wedding band, making your heart skip a beat as he intertwined your fingers with his, admiring how perfectly they fit. San was a perfect life partner for you, someone who was driven and loved with his whole chest. You were his world and he wanted to make sure you knew that at all costs.

Soon the table was covered in food, San supporting you in ordering anything you wanted to try. You hummed happily as you both picked at the various dishes, both of you tasting the various foods with smiles on your face. You fed him some beef, smiling as he hummed "That has to be my favorite thing I've put in my mouth tonight."

You raised an eyebrow playfully at his words, your mind thinking back to the moment you both shared in the car before you both came inside, feeling more wetness gather at the memory. "Oh really?" You asked flirtatiously, leaning forward onto your hand as you met his eyes. At your new tone of voice, San raised his own eyebrow, putting down his fork as he said "Well, not as good as you of course." You hummed at his words, picking at your food with a faux pout on your lips. The sight made San smirk, leaning back in his chair as he asked

"You don't believe me?"

You shook your head, shrugging as you continued eating, your eyes moving to look out the window at the water. San scoffed at your answer, his eyes roaming your body hungrily before he decided to prove it to you. Your eyes stayed on the waves as the sound of San standing up and his chair being pushed back filled the room. You expected him to appear behind you, instead when your eyes left the window, you were met with an empty room. You looked around in confusion, trying to find him when you felt a pair of hands suddenly on your thighs. You jumped lightly before moving the table cover to see San on his knees once again in between your legs, his lips kissing your thighs as his eyes looked up to meet yours mischievously. As you asked him what he was doing, he bit his lip before simply pushing apart your legs more, his free hand moving up and down your covered pussy as he simply shushed you.

You were glad you were in a private room with San, the staff not being able to enter unless you both called for them on the tablet on the table. San smirked as he leaned forward to lick up your clothed pussy, his smirk growing as let out a sharp inhale. He enjoyed seeing you squirm and shake at his touch, repeating the steps a few more times. "Baby, aren't we supposed to be celebrating my promotion?" You asked breathlessly, your voice combined with your words making San moan against your panties, looking up at you with now flushed cheeks as he said "You're right, this is about you babygirl. This is about what you want"

San found the top of your panties, dragging it down your legs slowly before he attached his mouth to your pussy, his eyes locked on you as he continued to lick and suck wherever he could. Your eyes couldn't help but flicker to the door, letting out small moans as he gripped your hips, eating you out to his heart's content. At the sight of your eyes not meeting his, he got a pang of jealousy, wanting you to focus on him.

Your hand shot down to his hair as he pushed a finger into you, San moving your other leg onto his shoulder as he moaned against your pussy "look at me, honey. Focus on your reward" Your hand tightened in his hair as you both began to let out your moans into the room, both quiet and muffled by the music that the restaurant played. You began to move your hips against his face, San adjusting to match the angle. He focused on your face, watching every reaction to everything he did, wanting to make sure to drive you to ecstasy. San had hearts in his eyes as he ate you out, drinking in your taste happily while you held back from screaming his name, arching your back against the chair.

The sight of you panting and gripping both his hair and the chair made San's cock twitch painfully, his hands leaving you for a moment, though he didn't leave you empty as his tongue moved to replace his fingers as he hurriedly removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants, allowing his cock to peek out from the top of his boxers. Your eyes returned to see San's tongue moving in and out of you as his hands worked on his cock, using his precum to jerk off.

"You tasted so good, honey" San moaned, hips pushing forward as he groaned "I couldn't hold back, baby. You're so hot, you make me so hard."

The sight alone brought you closer to the edge, the sight making San forget about himself to give you 100%, his lips wrapping around your clit while his two fingers returned to you, curling up in the best way as he pushed you closer and closer to an orgasm. As you came, you breathily said San's name, hips shaking as San quickly licked you up, his hips still thrusting forward into nothing, wishing it was you.

As you slowly calmed down, San returned to his seat as he licked his lips, stuffing something into his pocket. As you closed your legs and moved to grab your panties, your eyes slightly widened at the realization that he had taken them. San confirmed it by patting his back pocket, taking a sip of water as he said "Don't worry, they're safe with me."

"How am I supposed to walk out of here without them?" You asked, San's smirk only growing as he said "Who said we were done here?" You raised an eyebrow as San flipped the tablet to face him, leaning forward with dark eyes, smirking as he asked "How do you feel about dessert tonight, baby?"

"Shh baby, remember, we aren't home where you can scream my name baby. Here, give them to me"

You moaned as San gripped your chin, making you face him as he continued to fuck into your pussy from behind, propping one of your legs up onto the table to fuck you deeper. You gripped the tablecloth and San's hair as he moved, fighting the urge to moan louder. You bit your lip as San pulled back, his eyes now blown out as he moaned quietly "There we go baby, let me give you my present for working so hard" San began to kiss down your neck, his free hand moving to bunch up your dress more at your hips to use as leverage as he began to move faster.

The only sounds that left you both were hushed moans and the sound of your cock plowing into your pussy, the squelching noises driving San crazy. "San, slow down, you're-"

"Shh, my pussy is talking to me" San groaned, his eyes locked on the sight of his cock moving in and out of your pussy, his tongue moving over his lips as he moved faster. You reached forward further on the table as San pushed you forward with every thrust, San's eyes landing on the cake you both ordered. "Here" San leaned forward, his hips still busy with their rough pace as he was able to keep his upper body up to grab a fork, gathering some of the vanilla cake onto his fork before he leaned down with you, his chest now against your back as he held it to your lips. "Say ahh, honey."

San didn't bother to stop moving as he fed you, chuckling at the moans that did escape you, praising you as he kissed your cheek.

"You're doing so well baby. Here's more, take it from my finger, yeah?" San dragged his finger along the frosting, holding it up to your lips as his pace sped up. You couldn't help but drop your head as his new pace, the frosting leaving San's finger to now land across your cheek. San chuckled at the sight, clicking his tongue disapprovingly as he said "that's not what was supposed to happen baby. You were supposed to open your mouth, look at the mess you made." He continued his disapproving tone as he pushed himself up to stand behind you once more, deciding to take on the opportunity of having you bent against the table like this.

You gasped as San landed a slap against your ass, his pace picking up speed he chuckled, saying "Look at how you jumped baby. All because you couldn't just open your mouth for me. Why? All because this cock feels just too good?" San punctuated each word with a hard thrust, chuckling gently as you nodded. He placed his hands back on the table, leaning down to lick a stripe up your cheek where the frosting was before he moaned "You're acting so messy, aren't you baby? Allowing your husband to have his way with you in a restaurant like this where anyone can walk by and hear us."

San's words and his pace pushed you closer to the edge, nodding before letting out another choked-out moan as San delivered another smack to your ass, his hands now gripping both cheeks as he quickened his pace, groaning "You're just my little slut, right baby? Anytime, anywhere I can give you this cock, my tongue, my fingers, anything, you'll take it right?"

"Yes San" You began to feel tears brimming in your eyes, San's lips pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek as he whispered "That's what I love about you, honey. You'll let me plow this perfect pussy over and over again, giving you pleasure just the way you'd like."

"What if someone were to walk in right now, baby?" San panted, his hips rolling against the flesh of your ass as he leaned forward to bite and kiss your shoulder, continuing to talk, almost to himself as he moaned "You look so pretty like this baby, god, it makes me want to take a picture of you like this. Let the whole world see how beautiful my wife is."

San could tell you were close, leaning down to kiss up your back as he groaned "Don't hold back, please don't. Cum baby, please cum" You gasped at his words, rushing to sit up at his words on your elbows and grip his hair, pulling him into a deep kiss to muffle yourself as your cum coated all over his cock. San cursed at the feeling, keeping you up as his hands separated your ass cheeks, watching as his now cum coated cock plowed into you, the sight bringing him close to the edge.

"Where do you want me to cum tonight, Honey? Want me to fill up this perfect fucking pussy?" He asked desperately against your shoulder, kissing wherever he could as his pace grew rougher, chasing his release as you nodded, pulling him into another deep kiss as he came, his hips shuddering against your ass as your tongue locked with his. San massaged your body as you both kissed, whispering praise and compliments before he pulled back, licking his lips as he pressed his forehead against yours, giving you both a moment to calm down.

"Do you think we were too loud?" You asked as San slowly pulled out, shaking his head as he placed a kiss to your shoulder once more before he pulled back with a gentle mile. "No. But even if we were, I paid extra to ensure that we were in a room with no one to either side of us"

"You thought of everything, huh?" You asked as he helped you get ready, laughing gently as he gave you a smile wink. Once you both were appropriate, San paid the bill before gently holding your hand, leading you with a proud smile out of the restaurant. San gently swung your hands as you both walked, making you laugh gently as you both approached the car.

"Wait, before you get in" San hummed, opening the trunk to take out a bouquet of roses he had hidden. As he held them out to you, he met your eyes once again with hearts in them as he said "I'm so, so proud of you honey. I cannot think of anyone more deserving of that promotion than you." You smiled as San kissed you gently, handing you the roses as he gently rubbed your arms, kissing your forehead as he hummed "Congratulations again, baby"

You accepted the flowers, climbing into the front seat as San did the same with a grin on your face. San smiled as you admired the flowers, gently rubbing your thigh as he began the drive home. "Do you have anything else planned?" You asked, turning to see your husband's smile turn into a smirk, the hand on your thigh slowly moving towards your pussy as he said "well, I plan on getting my wife home and continuing our celebration in a more private setting." You spread your legs more as San pushed in two fingers, San's voice meeting your ear as he pulled up to a red light, hunger lacing it as he hummed "starting right now."

BAMBIKISS | 2025

[kikidoul]

── SECRET HANGOUTS.

໒꒰ྀི ^ ⸝⸝ ^ ꒱ྀིა 西村 力 x fem! reader content established+secret relationship non-idol au high school au ᥫ᭡ warning explicit sexual content semi-public sex pussy eating fingering begging degrading kink dacryphilia riki being a tease (what else's new) . . . !? 1325— mlist.

note. another reupload from my previous blog heh. had to edit some parts but majority of it is still the same. don't like then don't read. taglist. @tfwbluu

Being the president of the student council means everyone has high expectations of you. It also means that you’re constantly under pressure, having to deal with many events. Currently, you are preparing for the upcoming prom that will be held in four months time. Thankfully, your fellow club members were generous enough to lend a helping hand. You were grateful for their support, making a mental note to treat them bubble tea once the prom was over. 

“...And that’s it for today. Does anyone have any questions?” You asked, turning to face the audience but everyone shook their heads, you nodded. 

“Alright, then you can go. Enjoy your weekend!” You bid them farewell, staying behind as you packed your things, switching off the projector while waiting for your laptop to shut down.

“I knew I’d find you here.” 

You sighed, not bothering to raise your head at the familiar smug voice interrupting the silence. “Why are you here, Riki?” 

“I’m here to bless my girlfriend with my presence. What else would I be here for?” He replied, acting innocent despite how he had already locked the door behind him, approaching you with intent. 

This time, you raised your head, ready to reprimand him, only for you to yelp when Riki easily pinned you against the desk, pushing the stack of papers aside, moving them dangerously close to the edge. Your breath hitched in your throat when he leaned in, engulfing your senses in his cologne—woody and citrus. His eyes darkened, flickering down to your parted lips and he took the leap of faith, sliding your lips together. You wasted no time in returning the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as Riki made you sit on the desk. 

You parted your legs, allowing him to situate himself between them. An involuntary shiver ran down your spine when you felt his hand trailing up your thighs, snaking its way underneath your knee-length skirt. Your legs instinctively shut when Riki teasingly dragged his hand across your soaked panties, locking his hand in place. 

���Riki, not here,” you whimpered, allowing him to spread you apart as you were being pushed back until you were laying on the desk. 

“Shh, it’s fine. No one’s around anymore. It’s just you and me but try to be quiet,” he hushed you, flipping your skirt up, revealing your cute white lacy panties. His eyes were fixated on how the thin fabric was soaked with your arousal, the sight sending heat straight down to his cock. 

“Look at you, you’re soaking wet. Did it turn you on that you’re doing this in the council room?” He grins, pulling down your panties and tossed it to the ground, not caring where it landed. 

“Riki, please!” You pleaded, slightly raising your head to look at him, giving him your best puppy eyes. 

“Fuck, you’ve no idea what you do to me, princess,” he cursed, wasting no time in diving in, as if he had been starved for a month. 

You barely remembered to muffle the moans that crawled its way up to your throat, slapping a hand over your mouth. Riki was ruthless and it shows in the way he eats you out. He parted your puffy lips apart with his fingers, slipping a finger in and his tongue at the same time. Your back arched off the desk at the long and slow glide of the wet muscle. The first time you’ve done this, Riki was awkward and shy but as time went on, he soon learnt what he can do to make you fall apart, reducing you to a whimpering and moaning mess. 

He glanced up, only to pause his ministrations when he saw how you were holding back your noises. Riki moved away, eliciting a shaky whine of protest from you. 

“Riki, why?” You sniffled, frustrated tears pricking your eyes, blurring your vision. 

“Aw, does my sweet angel want to come?” He coos in a faux sweet tone. The desire to see you cry grew stronger and stronger. 

“P-Please,” you pleaded, making grabby hands at him with your lips curling down in a pout, trying to make yourself as appealing as possible to your boyfriend. 

Riki smirks, leaning down again to kiss your clit, savoring the way you bucked your hips; craving for more. “Of course, who am I to deny you, princess?” 

He didn’t wait for your response, now full-on attacking your poor cunt with short and quick flicks of his tongue. This time, he added another finger, easily sliding in until he was knuckles deep. Riki skillfully angled his long, thick fingers, brushing them against the spot that made you see stars exploding in your vision. 

“Oh god, R-Riki, I’m gonna—!” You panted, feeling the familiar ache between your thighs and how your muscles tightened. Riki merely hums; the vibration is enough to tip you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back and your boyfriend eagerly drank in what you had to offer, not wanting to waste a single drop. 

You calmed down after reaching your climax, panting heavily to catch your breath. You were only granted three seconds of temporary peace before your ears registered the sound of Riki pulling down his pants. You squeaked when he pushed your legs up onto his shoulders. 

“W-Wait—” You protested, only for the words to die in your throat when he stuffed you full of his cock, splitting you open for him. Your insides were practically rearranged and made to take him with no difficulty. 

“You’re still so tight even after I prep you,” he groans, already sounding ragged and out of breath. Riki leans down, one hand grabbing your chin so he could crush his lips against yours in a messy and filthy kiss, allowing you to taste yourself. 

You were struggling to keep up with him, feeling the breath getting knocked out of your lungs when he started moving, hips snapping against yours at a frantic pace. If you were in the comfort and privacy of your home, Riki would love to take his time with you but since you were in a public setting, he had to be quick. His lips eagerly swallowed your angelic sounds. Breaking the kiss, he moved down your neck, clumsily pulling down your blouse to leave hickeys on your unblemished skin. 

“S-So good, ngh! M-More,” you groaned, unable to get enough of the delirious sensation of his cock sliding in and out, hitting the deepest parts of your cervix. 

“Yeah? You like that, princess? How would everyone think if they were to see you like this? Drunk on a bad boy’s cock, like the cockslut you are,” he sneers, his degrading words making you mewled. 

“Maybe I should fuck you in front of everyone and show them your true self,” he continues, voice lowering an octave with the right amount of raspiness, enough to drive you crazy. 

“Riki, hah, don’t stop,” you moaned, getting drunk on the intoxicating feeling. 

You faintly heard him cursed under his breath and he quickened his pace, driving the both of you to your climaxes. You squirmed when he emptied his load inside of you, feeling full of his come. Riki pulls out, quickly swiping your panties off the floor and pulls them up. 

“We don’t want to let it go to waste, do we?” He grins at your noise of discomfort. 

You glared at him, slowly pushing yourself off the desk, only for your legs to buckle. Seeing this, Riki steadied you with one hand on your waist while the other rested on your back.

“Whoops.”

“This is your fault, so you better take responsibility,” you retorted, already regretting what you said when he grins. 

Riki leans in so he could whisper into your ears. “Oh I will, princess, don’t worry. I think you should worry more about whether you can handle it or not.” 

Looks like you might have to take a sick leave for tomorrow… 

[luvrrszn]

home is wherever you are

JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN x FEM READER

summary running into your ex leads to second thoughts and second chances

warnings angst, fluff, erm idk swearing ??

a/n guys...i miss my ex...it's taking ALL my self control rn to not text him and ask if we can run it back...

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You'd long since convinced yourself that the past was just that—past. The months that followed the breakup with Jake Seresin had forced you to move forward, to stop replaying the same arguments in your head, to stop wondering if things might have gone differently. You’d started rebuilding your life, finding comfort in new routines, new faces. But then there he was.

Jake Seresin.

Not just any wedding guest—his presence feels like a cruel reminder of everything you thought you’d moved on from. His cocky smile hasn’t changed, but there’s something about the way he looks at you now that stops your heart for a moment. The hunger in his eyes is familiar, but the uncertainty and hesitation are foreign and somewhat heartbreaking.

You knew he would be there, you just didn't think it would be this painful seeing him.

You still remembered the night you broke up, clear as day.

—

You've been sitting in silence for the past fifteen minutes, the weight of your thoughts weighing heavy on your chest. Jake leans against the kitchen counter, arms crossed. He looks like he'd rather be anywhere but here, and you hate him a little for it.

"I don't think you understand what I'm saying. You're never here. I barely see you." You finally break the silence, voice dripping with exasperation and exhaustion.

"Well, I'm here now." Jake's bored expression causes your anger to bubble over.

"Yeah, but you're never fully present. Even now, when we're arguing! You're always 'too busy' for anything that matters, and I've been more than understanding! Is that how you truly see me? Something that you can put off until you finish doing whatever you deem is more important?"

His expression hardens, jaw tensing. He grits out, "You knew what I was when we started this. You knew what being with me meant."

"I didn't think being with you would mean always being the second fucking choice. If I'd known, we wouldn't be in this situation right now." You retort harshly.

Eventually, your expression softens. But you're not caving. You say, "I can't do this anymore, Jake. I can't keep waiting around until you're ready for more. Maybe when you're ready, we can try again. I'll come for my things tomorrow."

His eyes search your face for any indication that this is just a cruel prank you're playing on him. You're not actually breaking up with him—right?

You stand up, grabbing your keys on the way out. He follows you like a lost puppy as you walk down the hallway and put on your coat and shoes. He watches as you leave, a numb ache in his chest as he sees the front door close behind you.

—

You push the memories of that night out of your head.

There's no use dwelling in the past, you tell yourself.

But damn, did he look good in that suit, hair tousled, sporting his signature cocky grin. You force yourself to look away, but not before he catches you staring.

Through the corner of your eye, you see Bradley and Jake make their way over to you. You beam at Bradley, saying, "Hi, Roos. Long time no see."

Jake watches as you and Bradley make conversation.

The way you don't look at Jake once doesn't go unnoticed by him.

The way your whole body is tense, your demeanour guarded, doesn't go unnoticed either.

And he's absolutely crushed to see how distant you've become.

Your genuine smile when talking to Bradley turns into a polite, forced one when you turn to talk to Jake, and it's like you're stabbing him in the heart and twisting the knife.

And that makes him even more desperate for a chance to fix things.

Eventually, Bradley wanders off to talk to other mutual friends, and the small talk between you and Jake gets to a point where it's painfully obvious that you're both struggling to keep up.

"It was nice to see you, Jake. Have a good night." You finally decide to leave, standing on your tiptoes to press the lightest kiss to Jake's cheek before disappearing into the crowd.

He wants to follow you, but the dance floor is just too crowded.

So he just spends the rest of the night searching for you in the crowd.

—

He finally corners you on the balcony.

It's getting late, guests are tipsy and dancing. You needed a breather so you went out onto the balcony, not expecting to have Jake follow you out.

Jake’s footsteps are heavy behind you as you step onto the balcony, the cool night air biting at your skin. You didn’t want to face him right now, not with everything that’s been left unsaid between you. But the sound of his voice, sharp and urgent, breaks through your thoughts.

"Wait."

You stop, but you don't turn around. You can't face him. Not like this, not now.

"Don't do this," he says, his voice softer now, but you can hear the edge of panic. "I can’t let you walk away like this."

You finally turn, but only slightly, enough to see the way he's standing there, jaw clenched, eyes searching you like you're a puzzle he's trying to solve.

"I don’t know what you want me to say, Jake," you reply, the frustration thick in your voice. "You say you’re sorry, but it’s never enough. You show up for everyone in your squad, Mav, Penny, but when it comes to me, I’m always an afterthought."

"Please, babe, let me just try. Give me another chance. Let's try this again. I'll be better, just, please." Jake's expression is pleading, desperate. You rarely see him like this.

The genuine remorse in his eyes is enough for you to sigh and cave, nodding a soft yes.

He immediately rushes forward, pulling you into a hug. You'd forgotten what it felt like, having your bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces. You bury your face in his chest, one of his hands resting on the small of your back, the other tangled in your hair.

The two of you stood there for a good ten minutes, Jake holding you while the cool night air caressed your face.

—

In the weeks that follow, Jake makes a conscious effort to show you that he's able to balance his priorities.

He hangs out less at the Hard Deck, spending more time with you instead.

He turns down a high-profile assignment which would've required him to be away from home—away from you.

He makes sure to have dinner with you as much as he can, and he brings you 'just because' flowers every Sunday.

And you're touched, of course, but there's still a part of you that holds doubt. You're not sure if this change in behaviour is merely temporary, or if Jake is willing to make permanent changes in order to work towards building a life together.

—

It's a cozy Friday night in.

You and Jake are lying in bed, his arm around you as you rest on his chest. He traces circles on your arm while you listen to the rhythmic rise and fall of his breath. The both of you aren't doing anything, just enjoying each other's presence.

There’s a stillness in the air between you—neither of you feeling the need to fill the silence with words. Just being together feels like enough, and for the first time in a long while, everything feels right.

You breathe in deeply, letting the warmth of his presence settle around you. There’s no rush. No pressure. Just the quiet comfort of being close to each other, as if the world outside doesn’t matter for a while.

Then Jake speaks, his voice low and a little hesitant, as if testing the waters. "You know... I always thought flying was my home."

You look up at him, meeting his eyes, but he’s not looking at you. His gaze is focused on the ceiling, his thumb still tracing soft patterns on your skin. There’s something in his tone that makes your heart skip.

He continues, quieter now, as though confessing something he’s been holding back. "Flying’s always been my home, my dream... but I’ve learned it doesn’t mean a damn thing if you’re not part of it." He pauses for a beat, his voice thick with emotion. "You’re my home now. Home is wherever you are. Wherever you are, that’s where I want to be."

You feel his arm tighten slightly around you, as if he’s afraid of losing you in that moment, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you lift your head slightly, catching his gaze. "Jake…" you begin, your voice softer than you expect, the words feeling fragile as they leave your lips.

"I’m not going anywhere," he adds quickly, as if reading your thoughts. "I just need you to know that. I’m not asking you to give up anything. I’m just... I’m asking you to be with me. Wherever we go, whatever we do. Together."

You realise that Jake is actually serious about this. Serious about trying to work towards building a life together, in which you feel treasured and prioritised.

You realise how hard he's trying.

"Together." You echo, just like a promise.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Who's Gonna Love You Like Me?

Eddie x fem!reader

cw: hurt/comfort

Eddie's upset about something and unbeknownst you, he doesn't want you to on your date tonight.

You stand in front of the mirror in your bathroom finishing up your makeup while Eddie sits on the counter next to you, pretending to read a book to hide his anger. You’re getting ready for a date. He doesn’t know who you’re going out with (and he doesn’t care) but what he does know is that he’s pissed that it’s not him. And he’s doing a terrible job of hiding it. You have no idea how he feels about you as far as he’s concerned, you never will. 

The two of you have been best friends for as long as you can remember and he doesn’t want to ruin it. And he wants you to be happy so he’s going to force him to let you go out with this guy that he knows nothing about because he’s a good friend. Even though he wants nothing more than to tell you to ditch the guy and convince you to stay here with him so he can finally admit his feelings for you before kissing you absolutely stupid. But he doesn’t. 

This is the longest the two of you have been quiet since you’ve become friends. You always seem to find something to chat about, but not tonight. It’s weird, the air thick with awkwardness and you hate it. You love when Eddie talks your ear off about a random subject you know nothing about. He’s in a bad mood and you know it. You just can’t figure out why.

“What’s got you in a crabby mood?” You asks as you turn to face him, blotting your bright red lipstick that he always loves seeing on you. “And I thought you were working tonight.”

“Nope, tomorrow,” he says, not even bothering to look up as he flips to the next page. You’re sure he’s mad at you since he’s giving you the cold shoulder but you have no idea what you could have done to upset him. The whole thing is making you panic slightly but you’re hiding it well. 

“You didn’t answer my first question.” You’re now working on your eyeliner that Eddie’s always mesmerized by and he’s doing what he can to avoid answering you. He can’t tell you the truth. He just can’t. 

“It’s nothing,” he shakes his head as he changes his position, crossing his legs before going back to his book. He’s honestly thinking about leaving all together, but he can’t. You asked him to be here and he doesn’t want to disappoint you. 

“It’s not nothing. You’ve been acting like this since I told you that I was going out with Todd.” Fucking Todd. “Is this because I’m leaving you to hang out with someone else? C’mon, Ed, no one would ever replace you. You’re my best friend.” He appreciates your words and doesn’t think he deserves your niceness because of how big of a dick he’s been about the whole situation. 

“No I haven’t.” He sets the book next to him and finally looks you in the eye, though it’s through the mirror. You set down your eyeliner pencil and fully turn to face him, crossing your arms over your chest, your eyebrows furrowing as you stare at him. 

“Fine, but if you’re going to behave like this then you’re going to have to wait in my room.” You jerk your thumb behind you, pointing to your bedroom. 

Eddie hops off the counter and mutters under his breath as he heads into your room, throwing himself onto your bed like a child who just got told they couldn’t have a cookie before dinner. He’s acting so immature and it’s so unlike him. You want to get down to the bottom of the whole situation, but you can’t talk to him when he’s acting like this. 

Once you’ve finished your makeup, you head to your dresser where you have your necklace and earring sitting. You put your earrings in with ease, followed by your necklace that you hold against your neck. Eddie wordlessly appears behind you and does the clasp, his cold fingers feeling so good against your skin. 

He takes his time with the task, giving you plenty of time to change your mind, to tell him that you’re going. But you don’t. So he just stands behind you, staring at your reflection in the mirror that’s attached to your dresser. He’s wearing an expression that you can’t quite make out. It’s one that you’ve only seen a few times and it almost seems like he’s upset. 

“You’re mad at me,” you tell him as you turn to face him. His lips part like he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t. He then licks them before taking a deep breath. 

“No I’m not.” He’s not mad at you. He’s actually mad at himself. If he had told you how he felt as soon as he started having feelings for him, maybe the two of you would be together and you wouldn’t be going out with fucking Todd. 

“Then what are you mad at, Eddie? I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” You cross your arms across your chest as if to say “that’s final” and Eddie just sighs again. Now he just wants you to leave so he doesn’t have to actually tell you what’s wrong.

“You’re going to be late.” He’s not totally selfish and would feel bad knowing that he was the one holding you up. You’re already pushing it enough as it is. 

“I don’t care. You’re my best friend and your feelings are more important than some guy. So tell me what’s wrong. Please.” You look like you’re about to cry and now Eddie’s sure that he’s taken it too far. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Sometimes he forgets that you know him better than he knows himself. That you’re always able to see through his invisible cloak that he’s always got in. You notice him no matter what and that’s the thing he loves most about you. You see him and isn’t that all he’s ever wanted?

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” He turns his head away from you and you think it’s time to throw in the towel. You don’t have time for his childishness anymore.

“Fine. Then I guess I will go.” You push past him and move to grab your jacket and purse from your bed. You’re walking out the door and he knows he fucked up. Now’s as good a chance as any so he has to take it. 

He chases after you, hot on your heels as you hurry down the stairs. You get to the door but he catches up to you and grabs your arm. He expects you to fight him, but you don’t. You just look at him, confused. He lets his impulsive thoughts get to him and before he can stop himself, he’s pulling your body to his, pressing his lips yours. 

At first you gasp into his mouth, but you’re quick to melt into him, your lips moving against his. Your purse and jacket drop from your hands and you wrap your arms around his neck. It’s everything he ever imagined and more and he can’t believe you’re actually kissing him back. 

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips and you smile in response. That’s all you’ve ever wanted to hear. 

“I love you too,” you reply and your next kiss is nothing but teeth clinking together because neither of you can keep your smiles off your faces. “I was really hoping you’d stop me because I really didn’t want to go out with him.”

“Then why did you agree?”

“Because I wanted to get over you, but now I guess I don’t have to.” Eddie lets out a laugh then captures your lips with his again before letting you go call Todd and call off your date because Eddie’s got different plans for the two of you that include the two of you in no clothing at all.

[valewright67]

Thinking about Talis managing to tear a ragged hole through realities, panting and gasping as he gracelessly manages to claw his way through it. His war hammer has long since been tainted by The Arcane, and glitching energy regularly wracks his body that isn't anything LIKE his Viktor's was, doesn't have the right channels to bear the burden of the Arcane he has forced upon himself in this mad quest. He looks like a wreck, beard grown out, hair greasy and stringy, deep bags under his eyes, and Acrane corruption coursing over his body in pulsing streaks, rune fused to his wrist. Even his eyes aren't quite their signature ambered hazel anymore, but rather a sickly, glowing gold.

He arrives in time for This Week's Battle/Flirtation between Giopara and MH Viktor, but between how he is positioned, and his single minded focus on Giopara, he tunnel visions in on the man. Both Giopara and MH Viktor had frozen in startled confusion as they watched an Arcane rift open itself, then watched Talis emerge.

"YOU. I finally- Oh, hahaha, I FINALLY found you." He gives a Deranged little chuckle, warped hammer dragging along the ground with an agonizing screech, entire form glitching for a tense second as he grunts through it.

"What- What the fuck?" Giopara hisses, taking a wary step backwards, his own oversized hammer held firmly in hand.

"Do you- have ANY idea- how DIFFICULT it was to track you through the Arcane? How many worlds I disintegrated trying to find you? How my body has corrupted and warped under the flux of this damned magic I was never meant to weild?" A manic grin sprawls over his face. "But Ohohoho, this makes it aaalllllll worth it. Because YOU- you came to MY world, without invite or provocation, and you KILLED. MY. VIKTOR. You blasted a HOLE through the chest of my Viktor, my PARTNER, my FUCKING. EVERYTHING. Then just LEFT, while I held him as he gasped out his final breathes! And now-" He cackles, hauling his hammer up into a ready hold, being glitching once more, "Now I'm going to pay you back tenfold, you fucking bastard."

He lunges, and Giopara only just barely manages to scramble out of the way, hammer raised to block the next blow. MH Viktor's stubbornly human emotions flare beneath the suppressants as he watches in a sort of stunned awe. He only shakes himself out of it when Giopara shoots him a desperate (and frankly, pissed off, but that's pretty standard) look, struggling to hold Talis at bay.

Oh, he is going to give Giopara so much shit for this later, what the Hell.

"Jayce. Jayce!" He calls, hoping he is correct in his assumption, and knowing he is when Talis stops in his tracks, slowly turning his head to look at him. There's a tense moment of silence, and Talis starts shaking a little bit. "You- that cannot- Viktor-?"

MH Viktor slowly raises a hand to his mask, pressing a switch and allowing it to fall into his hands with a quiet hiss of releasing air. He knows his face no longer carries the softness of humanity, what with the metal augmentations and the black scelaras of his changed eyes, but this Jayce looks at him desperately, like he's the first sign of water after weeks in the desert.

"Viktor."

"Yes. Not yours, I'm afraid. But you're not mine either." His eyes flick to his Jayce, who is winding up to attack his still frozen counterpart. He himself freezes when MH Viktor levels him with a glare and a quick shake of his head. Giopara scowls, but stands down, and Viktor slowly starts walking to Talis.

"Did he kill your Jayce too? Is that why you're here?"

"No. He IS my Jayce, unfortunately. But he is MY Jayce. And I'm sorry for what he did to YOUR Viktor. You clearly... had a different dynamic than Giopara and I share. There are certainly days when I would not mind you ending his life."

"Hey-!"

"Shut it, Giopara, I'm trying to save your sorry ass." His tone is clipped, and Talis let's out a teary giggle, hammer slowly lowering as Giopara grumbles.

"But he is still MY Jayce. Not yours. And I'm sorry for what he's done and the loss you have suffered. But I can't let you kill him."

His hammer hits the ground with a dull thud. "...I never could say no to you." He whispered, and his eyes are more calculating as they catalog him now. "You're... the Machine Herald now. Aren't you?"

"I am. Was your Viktor also-?"

"Not quite. But others were. Some of the worlds that I destroyed on my way here were already dead by your hand. A few Viktor's even asked me to destroy them. But you're not that far gone yet, I don't think."

THAT'S ALL IVE GOT, IDK WHERE TO GO FROM HERE, IM NOT THAT FAMILIAR WITH THE LOL CHARACTERIZATIONS

Thinking of some art and fics I’ve seen where Jayce Giopara somehow got sent into the Arcane dimension and either badly hurt or kills Arcane!Viktor. Thinking of Jayce Talis coming just too late, having to watch, helpless, as a version of himself kills the man he would sacrifice anything to save.

Considering their divorce era, I think Talis would crash out harder than anyone’s ever crashed out before. Not Jinx, not Caitlyn, maybe Viktor in his Act 3 post-cult era. Maybe. Frankly I think this man would make the first interdimensional nuclear bomb. He’d become the Machine Herald of his own universe and then cross dimensions just to start the cycle over.

[loverboysturn]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ cinderella!reader discovers the one thing that changes everything

read all popular!chris & cinderella!reader writings here. you might want to read them before reading the below so it all makes sense :)

note: worked on this for so long and i’m soooo excited to be finally posting it eeeeekkkkk :) ps in my head i pictured the country club where the party is to look like the same one that midsummers is at in obx is if that helps set the scene hehe

asks & requests for this au are open

you find yourself at the diner, once again.

your stepmother making you work tonight at the last minute, you told her you had plans, you had begged and begged her to let you take tonight off, promising her that you’d work every early morning shift and every late night shift for the next week but she wasn’t budging on it, so here you are, as usual, wiping tables when you should have been getting ready to meet him for the first time.

“what the fuck are you doing here cleaning?” your best friend shouts barging through the diner entrance doors, apologising to a family in passing for her language before she marches over to you. “we don’t have time for you to be cleaning, come on”

“i’m not going anymore,” you say, not even looking up at her.

“what do you mean you’re not going?” she asks, clearly in shock now, grabbing your wrist to stop you from scrubbing the counters. “are you crazy? tonight is the night, you absolutely have to go.”

“i mean, i’m not going” you sigh, continuing to clean, desperate to avoid the feeling of upset you feel starting to build up. “i’ve got to work now til 9 and i can’t meet him like this, i haven’t got time to pull a fancy dress outfit together or make myself look the least bit presentable, i smell like coffee and grease.” you don’t realise, but you’re scrubbing the table so aggressively that your knuckles are white, “i’m not prepared, he’ll only be left disappointed anyway.”

“disappointed?” your best friend scoffs, “you’ve been talking to him for months, and now the night you finally plan to meet him, you’re self sabotaging, you know, i’m not letting this happen.” she grabs the towel from your hand, tossing it onto the counter. “i’m not leaving here without you, you are going to this party, whether you like it not.”

“what’s going on here?” you hear a voice from behind you, turning around to see your manager standing behind you having clearly listened in on the conversation. she always had a way of showing up at the most convenient times, and right now, you’re not sure if you feel relieved or panicked to see her standing there.

she stands with her arms crossed, her face stern but still soft. she was the closest thing you’ve had to a mother in years, and you can always count on her to swoop in when you needed someone to look out for you.

“i—i, i’m jus—…” you stutter, trying to explain yourself but your manager cuts you off, her eyes flickering between the two of you.

“you’re backing out of this party tonight, aren’t you?” she says softly, but you can also hear the firmness in her tone. you hesitate, unsure on how to respond, but your best friend steps in quickly, not waiting for you to come up with an excuse.

“she’s not, she’s bailing on meeting her mystery guy.”

your managers gaze softens a little as she steps towards you, looking at you with that maternal look in her eye that you’d grown to become so used to with her. “is that so?” she asks, but she knows exactly what’s going on inside your head.

you bite your lip, looking down at the floor trying to avoid eye contact with them both. “i have to work tonight and i won’t be ready in time, i can’t meet him like this, he’s probably expecting something better than a girl who can’t say no to her wicked stepmother and turns up to the party in an apron covered in pancake batter.”

you see them both exchange a look, as if they are speaking to each other through their eyes before your manager turns to you taking both of your hands in hers, “baby, you are ready to meet him,” her lips curling into a small smile. “you’ve been talking to him for months now, i’m not letting you miss this opportunity for love over not having an outfit or serving coffee to regulars because your stepmom says so, not on my watch.”

she hurries towards the back office, coming out with her bag over her shoulder and her coat on. “hey,” she calls out to the chefs in the back, “i’ll be gone an hour whilst it’s quiet. cover for me, ‘kay?”

she looks over to you and your best friend standing infront of her, “and you two” she grabs your hand, “are coming with me, i have got the perfect outfit for you at home. no more excuses.”

you quickly yank off your apron, tossing it behind the counter. just as you’re about to leave, one of the chefs calls out to you with a grin on his face, “have fun meeting your prince charming.”

when you arrive at your managers house, you feel the most settled you’d felt in days. it felt like a safe space to breathe and settle your nerves as the realisation finally hitting you that you were really doing this, you were really meeting him tonight.

“stay right there,” your manager says, not even looking at you as she’s running up the stairs.

you watch in silence as she comes back down with a pink box in her arms, placing it down carefully next to where you were sat in the main room. “this is it,” she says with a proud smile.

the box is long and thin, with a silk bow wrapped around it. you feel like you’re about to open a piece of magic.

she places the box in your hands, and with a grin that shows she’s more excited for this than you are, she adds. “i’m never going to wear this but i think it’s perfect for you sweetheart, especially for tonight, go and try it on.”

you slip into the outfit she’d chosen, the fabric slipping smoothly over your skin. the dress is long, flowing with delicate lace details along the thin straps. for the first time, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and can’t help but pause. you almost don’t recognise the person looking back at you. the dress fitting like it was made for you without being too much. you felt pretty.

“i love it,” you murmur, “but it’s a fancy dress party..what will i say if anyone asks what i have come as?” you laugh, a soft nervous giggle.

that’s when your manager steps behind you, her hands gentle as she places a tiara on your head, it’s dainty and delicate, subtle and simple. you don’t feel like the diner girl tonight, a feeling you never thought possible.

“princess,” she says, smiling at you. her tone gentle but full of affection. “tonight, you’re a princess.”

the drive to the party feels like it takes forever, as you pass through the unfamiliar streets, your heart beating faster with every second that passes. the address your mystery guy had text you this morning leading you to the country club.

the club looked like something out of a dream, a large building surrounded by twinkling fairy lights. you’d never been here before, never thinking you would actually have a reason to step inside.

your best friend turns to you from the passenger seat, her voice soft as she looks over at you with a smile. “i’ll be right here if you need me.” she says, “i’m going to park up just down the road, if things go south, we’ll tell the rest of the girls that you changed your mind about meeting him and it can be like tonight never happened.” she pauses, her eyes turning to a more serious look. “but i’ve got a good feeling about this. he’s going to perfect, i can just feel it.”

“i got this.” you smile weakly, your chest tight with nerves.

“you got this,” she reassures you, an excited smile spread over her face. you steal one last glance at her before you open the car door, shutting it giving her one final wave and you make your way towards the entrance and for the first time tonight, admittedly mixed in with the nerves, you start to feel a rare feeling of hope. maybe, just maybe, this will be the night that changes everything.

as you step through the huge double doors, you’re immediately hit by a rush of noise. the room was swarming with people, you recognise some of the cheerleaders in extravagant dresses, boys in ridiculous costumes, the air thick with laughter and chatter. everyone looking a little worse for wear already, the atmosphere in the room feeling chaotic, almost making you feel claustrophobic. you’ve never been in a place like this before, the music is loud and the conversations around you are overwhelming, and it feels like every pair of eyes in the room is on you as you walk in.

you really weren’t prepared for this, being here on your own without the backup of your friendship group by your side was only making your nerves worse.

you try to move quickly through the crowd, your heart pounding in your chest, when you suddenly hear a voice calling out your name from behind you.

“oh my god, hey.” you turn around to the direction of the voice to see nick sturniolo stood infront of you, dressed up in a red robe with a pair of glasses on. “you look amazing, i—i didn’t recognise you.” you wouldn’t have expected nick to recognise you anyway, you were only in biology together but he was always kind to you.

“thank you, you look great,” you smile back at him in passing, “have fun tonight.” you add, before walking away as quickly as possible.

as you move deeper into the party, the overwhelming feeling of claustrophobia takes over. you push through the crowded main room, trying to keep your focus. every where you look there are groups of people. groups laughing, dancing, shouting over the music. you try to steady your breath, but the noise and the energy around you makes everything feel so much bigger than it is.

you need to find the garden for some air, or at least a place to catch a breath.

then, something catches your eye.

a large sign on the wall catches your attention as you seek a quiet corner. it’s hard to miss, spray painted in bold, neon letters.

“FANCY DRESS FUNDRAISER HOSTED BY THE FOOTBALL TEAM. RAISING MONEY FOR NEW EQUIPMENT.”

your stomach drops, and your pulse spikes.

the football team?

you glance around quickly, looking at the people dressed up, really taking it all in..some of them dressed in football jerseys, others wearing ridiculous costumes with the team’s logo face painted on their cheeks. you know the football team isn’t exactly kind to you, you’ve always tried to keep your distance, working at the diner making that near enough impossible when it was their go-to post workout hang location.

you suddenly feel dizzy, and the room feels like it’s getting smaller now. you glance back at the sign, trying to calm yourself down. it’s just a fundraiser, you try to tell yourself but you can’t shake the growing feeling that there’s something that you’re missing, something that’s too coincidental.

you quickly pull your phone out and check the message from earlier. the one from him.

BoyOnTheField

meet me outside on the terrace under the lemon tree with the lights on at 10pm. i’ll be in a suit, i’ll wait for you.

you glance at the time and it’s 9.58, you’re right on time.

the faces around you are all unfamiliar, although you attend the same school as the majority of them, you don’t know anyone here and you can tell they don’t recognise you but all you know is that now is the time to meet the only person who you do know here.

you push through the crowd towards the garden, your heart racing, knowing each step you take is bringing you closer to him.

and then, through the buzz of the voices and the music surrounding you as you stand at the doors to the garden, you see him.

he’s standing there in the garden under the lemon tree, on his own, in a suit, 10pm on the dot.

the moment your eyes lock onto him, everything stops. your heart stutters in your chest, and you feel dizzy. the world around you starts to blur. it’s him.

it’s really him.

your mystery guy.

and the realisation of who he is, nearly knocks you over.

it’s chris sturniolo. the football captain.

you feel like you can’t breathe. you should have known, every small detail now quickly falling into place. the times he’d go quiet, always lining up with the football team’s practice and games. the way he talked about school, never mentioning the crowd he ran with, but always hinting at the fact he was a guy everyone knew and that he hated it. how had you not seen it? how had you missed it all long?

you couldn’t believe it, you had fallen head over heels for the football captain, in love with him just like every other girl at the school was. you and your friends had laughed at the way girls would do anything for him, you felt in disbelief that you were now one of them.

chris sturniolo is your mystery boy. the boy you’ve been texting for months, the only person besides your friends who had always been so kind to you when everyone else was too busy looking down at you, but he was also on the football team, the same team that gave you the nickname diner girl, the same team who laughed and pointed when you were near, the same team who made your shifts awful, making you feel invisible.

the panic starts to take over. it all feels too much, everything was too overwhelming. how can you have been so blind to it? so blind to everything that had been right in front of you this whole time?

you need to get out of here, you need to run.

he can’t find out who i am, he can’t know who i am.

so many thoughts racing through your mind, you suddenly feel eyes on you… his eyes, only for a split second. you can’t think straight, you can’t breathe, you need to move and you know you needed to move, now. he hadn’t seen your face, just the silhouette of you in the crowd.

your legs move before your mind can catch up to them, and as you flee the scene, your tiara slips from your head, the clink of it hitting the ground but you don’t stop to pick it up, nor do you look back. you’re already running back the way you came in earlier, not stopping once.

you run into the parking lot, frantically searching for your best friends car. when you reach it, she had seen you coming, already starting the engine, her hands gripping the wheel and her eyes wide with concern.

“i saw him,” you gasp, collapsing into the seat. “it’s chris sturniolo, but he didn’t see me so we have to go before he does, now. please”

she doesn’t ask any questions yet, foot hitting the gas pedal, engine roaring to life as she pulls away, speeding down the road. you sink down into the passenger seat, closing your eyes, trying to make sense of everything that just happened.

something makes you glance back as she drives away, and standing at the entrance to the country club was chris, your tiara that had fallen off your head, in his hand.

as you slip away, chris stands frozen, watching the car disappear into the distance. he doesn’t know who you are yet, but he will. he’s sure of it, and when you’re ready, he’ll be there, waiting, because he knows that what he feels for you is worth waiting for.

00:03 BoyOnTheField i know tonight must have been a lot for you to find out who i am

00:04 BoyOnTheField but what we have is real and i can’t lose you

00:04 BoyOnTheField i promise i’m not what you think i am

00:04 BoyOnTheField when you’re ready, i’ll be here waiting to know who you are, but i can’t give up on us.

00:05 BoyOnTheField sweet dreams baby

[suckunaa]

hate to be lame - hockey!satoru gojo x artist/influencer!reader

summary - you and satoru gojo have been best friends for years. you've also both spent years pining after each other on and off. when you like him he's wrapped up in a new relationship. when he admits to himself he has feelings for you, suddenly you're completely infatuated with the guy you just met at brunch. the timing never seems to be right and you're starting to think that just maybe, that's a sign that the two of you are better off as just friends.

chapter 2 - but I think you knew (masterlist) prev

word count: 1.2k (slightly shorter chapter)

contains: f reader, swearing, slightly nsfw but nothing crazy (yet), a lil bit of fluff and a lil bit of angst 18+ only MDNI

he was so fucking embarrassed.

which was really saying something, as gojo wasn’t one who was easily flustered. he was much more used to being the cause of someone's flushed cheeks, stumbled over words, composure lost. it was his fucking fault, he had intentionally been teasing you when he'd gone to help you with your form while you did those stupid barbell rows. he'd been expecting to get a reaction from you, for you to squeal his name while you pulled away and shoved his chest gently.

that was the kind of reaction you usually gave him, and he loved knowing he had any sort of effect on you at all. but you had flipped the script on him as soon as your ass had pressed back into his crotch, his cock instantly twitching in excitement. his cool demeanor had instantly left him, and he had excused himself in a rush because he knew he was going to get hard quickly and wouldn't have been able to hide it.

he could admit it to himself, that the way he felt towards you was far beyond platonic. there were times, usually when he was drunk, he thought he might even be in love with you. but he had never been able to bring himself to be honest with you, because though there was the chance it would all work out he couldn't stop himself from thinking of worst case scenarios. he tells you about his feelings, you don't feel the same way, your friendship is never the same. or you two do get together, but end up breaking up, and never see each other again. when it came down to it, it all boiled down to one simple truth: gojo was terrified of losing you.

and so he ignored his feelings for you, convincing himself he was content with just friendship. that didn't stop him from lightly flirting with you though, teasing you and making suggestive comments that could usually be brushed off. but the fact that you had purposely rubbed your ass against his crotch not once but twice left his head spinning - it had also left him extremely turned on. and so, as he had confessed to geto after, he'd gone and jerked off in the gym shower. post-nut clarity had convinced him to not go running out to spill his feelings towards you. but it hadn't quite convinced him to just step back from the idea of the two of you together either.

"god, who knew i could be so fucking lame," he muttered to himself when he finally had walked out of the locker room, freshly showered and maybe just a touch more confident than when he'd left you. he swallowed hard as his eyes found your form, appreciating the way the skintight workout clothes clung to your shape. maybe he should take a fucking chance. maybe. he'd consider it. for now, he slung his arms around your shoulders, grinning down at you before asking "ready for brunch?"

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you had surprised yourself by being so bold earlier. you had enjoyed teasing gojo back a little too much, but the way he had quickly excused himself had left you wondering if maybe you'd misjudged the situation and had made him uncomfortable. but when the two of you had met up again after your workout, he was the same satoru you knew and were deeply attached to: all grins and mild affection.

mild affection that had seemed to amp up during brunch. you were trying to not read too much into it, mentally scolding yourself anytime your thoughts drifted just a little too much because you had just promised yourself you were going to move on from your feelings for him. it was hard to remember that though, when you were sat across from each other and he had taken your hand in his, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand while he gazed intently at you, hanging on to your every word.

or when he had brushed his leg against yours repeatedly, making no moves to apologize because it hadn't been an accident. you had raised your eyebrows at him the third time you felt his leg rub against yours for a few seconds, but all he had done was flash you his usual grin and kept on with his yapping. and then there had been the moment he had leaned in to brush a crumb away from the corner of your mouth, his thumb unnecessarily running across your bottom lip slowly.

everything he was doing was emboldening you, your thoughts shifting from wondering if he was doing this on purpose to being fairly confident that he was. the promise you'd made to yourself was long forgotten now as your foot teasingly rubbed his leg back while you rambled on about this art gallery that was opening up and how badly you wanted to get some of your pieces in it. your hand had landed on top of his that was resting on top of the table, nails absentmindedly lightly scratching the back of his hand and though you didn't call it out, you had seen the way his eyes had glanced at your hands together, had seen the way his grin had only grown.

"god what the fuck is happening," you thought to yourself, half-panicked. something had shifted between you two, you could feel it, and you were starting to feel almost delusional enough to do something about it. you unzipped your jacket as you leaned forward, taking note of the way his piercing blue eyes landed on your chest, the top of your breasts just peeking out from under the sports bra you were wearing. his attention was captured good.

"toruuu," you said softly, watching as his gaze slowly dragged back up to meet yours. "want to come over after we're done here?" you asked, adjusting the way you sat and you could see him fighting the urge to look back down at your breasts. "we could watch that movie you've been trying to get me to watch for ages, and maybe I can give your back a bit of a massage? to thank you for your help in the gym and all." a smirk tugged at your lips, your voice dripping with honey as you pouted a bit, as if you genuinely were only thinking about repaying his supposed kindness.

you were thinking about his back though. his shirt discarded while your hands slowly worked his muscles, the mere thought of your skin against his sending a shiver down your spine. you could tell he knew your intentions weren't purely innocent and his response seemed to prove to you that he was thinking the same thoughts. he took your hands in his, leaning in to press a kiss to he back of each of your hands before speaking. "I would love nothing more, petal." he placed your hands gently back down on the table, standing up and stretching before he reached into his pocket and handed you his wallet.

"let me just go to the bathroom real quick, if they drop the check off before I get back just pay with one of my cards." and with a wink, he turned around and headed to said bathroom. your cheeks heated as soon as he had turned away, letting out a breath as a grin formed on your lips. was this actually happening? had mei mei actually been right all those times she'd insisted that satoru was super into you? you pulled out your phone, knowing you were getting ahead of yourself but unable to stop yourself from texting your friend, giddy at like a schoolgirl with a crush.

before you knew it, at least ten minutes had passed since gojo had gotten up and you were starting to get slightly concerned. getting up, you headed towards the bathroom and within fifteen seconds spotted your tall best friend. relief washed over you, he was just chatting to someone and that wasn't unusual at all. he knew a lot of people, and even more people knew him and he had never been one to turn down a chat with a sports fan about hockey.

and then you realized who he was talking to. rumi. the woman he had ditched you for the other night at the restaurant opening. the one you had overheard talking to her friend about how she wanted to sleep with gojo to see if his dick was as big as everyone said. and the way she was standing close to him, her hand wrapped around his bicep intimately, the way he was looking down grinning at her the same way he'd been grinning at you fifteen minutes before, you couldn't help but wonder if they had fucked. and then you saw her lean up to kiss him and you suddenly turned away, refusing to watch them kiss.

you suddenly felt sick. and stupid. you had completely misread the situation with gojo, had been prepared to throw yourself at him back at your apartment and had thought he had wanted the same thing too. you were angry, at him, at yourself. you made your way back to the table, saw the check sitting there, tossed cash onto the table (because you were not going to let him pay for you) and left the restaurant without saying a word to him.

a/n: ahhh sorry if this chapter is messy, I had a vision for it and am not sure I executed it well but we move. just got a lil introspective with gojo

taglist: open @basicallyjeankirschtein @therealanxiety @angelina7890

[cosmiclily]

.ᐟ track six: can you figure me out?

wc: 2.1k

cw: swearing, talk about sex (?)

I was in a terrible, horrible mood. I’d just had the shittiest day of the year—everything that could go wrong, did. And now, to top it all off, I couldn’t even sleep because my stupid fucking roommate was having the loudest sex of her life. It felt like they were doing it in my room.

The girl’s moans were clear as day, cutting through the walls as if they weren’t even there. I shoved a pillow over my head, trying to drown out the noise, but it didn’t help. The frustration boiling in my chest was so intense that, for once, the fact that Vi was having sex didn’t even bother me—not in the way it usually did, anyway. No, I was too mad about my lack of sleep to feel anything else.

Who the fuck does she think she is? I fumed silently, clutching the pillow tighter. Does she think she owns the apartment? That the rest of us don’t need a little thing called peace and quiet?

I stared up at the ceiling, my fists clenched under the blankets. Today had been a disaster—work was hell, the coffee machine broke before i had any coffee, and I’d managed to embarrass myself in front of my boss. All I wanted was to come home, collapse into bed, and sleep off the day. But no. Apparently, Vi and her flavor of the week had other plans.

It wasn’t just the noise—it was the audacity. The complete disregard for anyone else in the apartment. For me. I could practically feel the anger coursing through my veins, making my already pounding headache even worse.

I shot a glance at the clock on my nightstand: 2:37 a.m. Are you kidding me?

Another high-pitched moan echoed through the wall, and something in me snapped. I sat up, the blankets pooling around me, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I didn’t know what I was going to do—march over there and bang on her door? Scream into the void? Move out and leave her a passive-aggressive note about apartment etiquette? All three options sounded equally tempting.

But instead, I just sat there, breathing heavily, my hands clenched into fists. My mind raced with anger, frustration, and the exhaustion of a day that had been far too long.

And yet, under all of that rage, there was something else. A flicker of something I didn’t want to acknowledge. Something that had nothing to do with sleep or noise or the shitty day I’d had. Something that had everything to do with the fact that Vi was in there with someone else.

I shoved that thought down as quickly as it surfaced, burying it under my frustration. No. Not tonight. Tonight, I was just mad. Just tired. That’s all.

But as another burst of laughter and muffled voices spilled through the wall, I felt my anger boil over. Before I could even have a coherent thought, I was already out of my room, banging on Vi’s door like a lunatic.

“Hello!” I shouted, not caring if I sounded unhinged. “There are other people in this apartment who need SLEEP!” And for a moment, there was blessed silence. The noises stopped—no laughter, no moans—just dead, suffocating quiet.

I could hear heavy footsteps moving towards the door, each one more threatening than the last. When the door swung open, it wasn’t the random girl who greeted me—it was Vi. And she looked pissed.

“Oh, so now I’m worth your time?” she snapped, her voice dripping with sarcasm and anger as she glared at me from the doorway. She was standing there in an old t-shirt, hair messy, her usual confidence dialed up to ten as she leaned against the frame, arms crossed like she was ready for a fight.

I blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “Excuse me? I’m trying to sleep, and you’re—”

“No, excuse me,” she interrupted, stepping forward slightly, her eyes burning into mine. “For the past two weeks, you’ve been avoiding me for no fucking reason. Blowing me off, dodging my texts, acting like I don’t even exist. But now, suddenly, you’re banging on my door at two in the morning? Spare me.”

Her words hit harder than I wanted to admit, but I was too angry to back down. “Yeah, because you and your latest fuck-toy are treating this apartment like a damn nightclub! Some of us have responsibilities, Violet. Some of us have actual shit to deal with in the morning!”

Her jaw clenched, and for a second, I thought she might yell back. But instead, she let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Right. Got it. I’m just the irresponsible roommate who’s ruining your life.”

“That’s not what I—” I started, but she cut me off again.

“No, it’s fine. You’ve made it pretty clear where we stand, haven’t you? You can’t even look at me anymore, let alone talk to me. So, you know what? Go back to avoiding me, Y/N. I’ll make sure I’m quiet so I don’t disturb your precious little bubble.” Her voice dripped with venom, but behind it, there was something else—something that sounded a lot like hurt.

I opened my mouth to respond, to defend myself, to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. She stared at me for another moment, her chest rising and falling like she was trying to keep her anger in check. Then, without waiting for a reply, she slammed the door in my face.

I stood there in the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving behind a mix of guilt, frustration, and something heavier that I couldn’t quite name.

Was she right? Had I been avoiding her so much that I hadn’t even noticed what I was doing to her?

As I trudged back to my room, the apartment felt colder, emptier somehow. The silence that I’d wanted so badly felt suffocating now, and I couldn’t shake the look in her eyes before she shut the door. It wasn’t just anger. It was pain.

I flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling, and let out a long, shaky breath. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. None of it was. But now, I had no idea how to fix it—or if I even could.

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jinx💙

we need to talk

you

?? why are you being so serious

what did i do

jinx 💙

you know what you did, meet me at the campus coffee shop @6pm

you

ok

As I made my way to the coffee shop, my mind kept racing, stuck on Jinx’s cryptic text. She rarely *ever* asked to meet up like this, especially not with such an oddly serious tone. Normally, her texts were chaotic, full of emojis, but this one was straightforward, almost... ominous.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I had no doubt it was about my so-called *brilliant plan.* Of course, Jinx had been skeptical from the start. She made her feelings about my avoidance strategy abundantly clear—loudly and with a side of judgment. But why now? Why was she suddenly being so serious about it?

I replayed the last conversation we’d had in my head, the one where she called me out for acting like a complete idiot. She’d said things like, “This is only going to blow up in your face,” and “You’re miserable, just TALK to her already!” At the time, I’d brushed it off, unwilling to admit that she might be right. But now, with this sudden meeting hanging over my head, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew something I didn’t.

When I finally reached the coffee shop, I spotted her immediately. She was sitting at our usual table near the window, sipping on what looked like a hot chocolate, her knee bouncing anxiously under the table. Her blue hair was pulled into two messy buns, and her expression was uncharacteristically serious as she stared out the window.

The moment I walked in, her eyes snapped to mine, and she waved me over. “Finally!” she exclaimed as I approached. “I was starting to think you bailed.”

“Yeah, well, your text kind of freaked me out,” I admitted, sliding into the seat across from her. “What’s this about, Jinx? You’re being... weird.”

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, and fixed me with a look that was both annoyed and concerned. “Okay, I’m just gonna cut to the chase,” she said, her voice lower than usual. “Your plan? The whole ‘avoid Vi until your feelings magically disappear’ thing? It’s bullshit.”

I blinked, caught off guard by her bluntness. “Wow, thanks for the insight, Captain Obvious,” I muttered, leaning back in my chair. “What else is new?”

“No, you don’t get it,” she pressed, her tone sharp. “It’s not working. Like, on a catastrophic level.”

I frowned, sitting up straighter. “What are you talking about?”

Jinx sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Vi’s been asking me about you,” she said finally. “A lot. It’s annoying, actually. She thinks you’re mad at her or that she did something wrong, but she doesn’t know what it is. And honestly? She’s hurt, Y/N. She’s really fucking hurt.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

“She told me she misses you,” Jinx continued, her eyes searching mine. “Like, *really* misses you. And she doesn’t understand why you’re pulling away. She’s convinced it’s her fault.”

Guilt twisted in my stomach, and I looked down at the table, unable to meet her gaze. “I didn’t mean for her to think that,” I mumbled.

“Well, congratulations, because that’s exactly what she thinks,” Jinx said, leaning back in her chair with a huff. “Look, I get that you’re trying to protect yourself or whatever, but this whole avoidance thing? It’s not just hurting you. It’s hurting her too.”

“So what do I do?” I asked quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jinx gave me a small, almost sad smile. “You talk to her,” she said simply. “You tell her the truth. About everything. I know you’re scared—scared of losing her or ruining your friendship—but at the pace things are going, there won’t be a friendship left to save.”

Her words were sharp, cutting through the layers of excuses I’d been hiding behind. I opened my mouth to argue, to come up with some kind of defense, but she held up a hand, stopping me.

“Look,” she continued, her voice softening, “I know my sister. She likes to plaster on that tough look, act like nothing gets to her, like she doesn’t care about anything. But trust me, she cares. And right now? I’m worried about her. She’s not herself, Y/N.”

I frowned, leaning forward slightly. “What do you mean?”

Jinx sighed, running a hand through her hair. “She’s... distracted. Off her game. You know how Vi usually is—confident, quick to brush things off? Lately, she’s been... different. Quieter. Like she’s overthinking everything. And I know it’s because of you.”

“Me?” I said, my voice cracking slightly.

“Yes, you!” Jinx said, exasperated. “You’re one of the most important people in her life, and she feels like she’s losing you. Do you have any idea how much that’s messing with her?”

I sat back in my chair, her words hitting me like a ton of bricks. Vi was *hurting* because of me. All this time, I thought I was the only one struggling, that I was the only one dealing with the fallout of my feelings. But I hadn’t considered how my actions—my distance, my avoidance—might be affecting her.

“I didn’t mean to make her feel like that,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I know you didn’t,” Jinx said gently. “But intentions don’t matter if the outcome still hurts, you know?” She leaned forward, her blue eyes locking onto mine. “You’ve gotta fix this, Y/N. And not with some half-baked apology or vague excuse. You need to be honest—with her and with yourself.”

The thought of laying everything bare, of telling Vi the truth about my feelings, sent a wave of panic crashing over me. But Jinx was right. If I didn’t do something soon, I was going to lose her anyway.

“Okay,” I said finally, my voice shaky but resolute. “I’ll talk to her.”

Jinx’s expression softened into a small smile. “Good. And Y/N? Don’t wait too long, okay? Vi might be tough, but even she has her limits.”

I nodded, my stomach twisting with nerves. This was it. No more running, no more hiding. It was time to face the truth, no matter how terrifying it was.

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album - track five - track seven

notes: oohh the girls are fighting, will y/n finally confess?

i feel like jinx in this au is the typical younger sibling that chased vi with a knife but won’t let anyone else hurt her

[punksyeet]

- All Is Fair In Love And Revenge ❥

Plot: Who knew that losing somebody you love could lead to such sweet revenge?

Warnings: Heartbreak, cheating, angst, friends to lovers, romance, & fluffy smut!

A/N: from the second that i checked my request form and saw this idea, i sprinted here to start working on it. thank you so much @isabella-2025 for, not only your request in general, but allowing me to bring it to life. i had so much fun & i hope you enjoy it! 💐💗

fair warning: i 100% got carried away and she’s a little lengthy 🙈 (don’t say it gianna) (i have the mind of a fourteen year old)

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“Well I better start getting ready,” I announce to my close friend Trinity, standing up and grabbing my phone from one of the many tables in catering. “My match is in under two hours.”

“Alright girl,” she replies, walking around the table and over to me. “If I don’t see you before your match, good luck tonight. You’re gonna kill it, okay?”

She wraps me into a warm embrace and I nod, immediately returning the favor.

“Thank you Trin,” I coo, my chin resting on her shoulder, a soft smile on my face. “That means the world coming from you.”

“Anytime babygirl,” she replies sweetly, pulling away. “I’ll tell Josh to stop by your dressing room when you’re all ready.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Girl, the day you stop fighting for us to be together, I think I’ll drop dead.”

She shrugs, letting out a soft giggle. “You guys would be perfect together. And you know how I feel about…him.”

I’m currently dating Kevin Owens. I have been for about 7 months now.

But since this whole feud with Cody Rhodes has been pushed, he’s gone bat shit crazy. And not just in kayfabe.

Anything and I mean anything sets him off - he’s almost become toxic.

And any time I approach him about it, he gaslights me.

“Gianna, you’re delusional.”

“Stop making assumptions. You know I care about you.”

“Have you ever looked in the mirror and realized that you’re the crazy one?”

It’s exhausting, but I feel….helpless.

And while all of this has been happening, Trinity has been the biggest advocate for her brother in law, Josh, and I to get together.

He’s become one of my absolute best friends over the years, but I just don’t think we see each other in that way.

I mean, I’d be down to give us a try, but not at the cost of our friendship.

“I know,” I reply, my voice just above a whisper. “I just feel stuck, Trin. That’s all.”

She sighs and places a protective hand on either of my shoulders. “I know you do, babe. But if you ever need anything, anything at all, a good ole ass kicking is just a call away. And Josh is too.”

She says that last part super low with a smirk, followed by a playful wink.

“Girl, what am I gonna do with you?” I tease between giggles, shaking my head.

She flicks back her hair. “Who knows? But you love me!”

We share a laugh, give each other one last hug, and say our goodbyes.

On the walk back to my dressing room, I hear two people flirtatiously giggling.

Specifically, coming out of Kevin and his best friend Rami’s dressing room.

Narrowing my eyes, I lean in closer to the door and hear a high-pitched voice. A distinct voice.

A voice that belongs to none other than the woman who I’ll be attempting to dethrone tonight: Tiffany Stratton.

“You’re gonna kick her washed up ass tonight baby,” Kevin mutters, resulting in more giggles from her. “I’ll make sure of it. This championship isn’t going anywhere.”

My stomach drops and tears uncontrollably roll down my face as I hear them share a kiss.

He’s gonna make sure of it? What the fuck does that even mean?

I go to grab ahold of the doorknob to interrupt them, but stop in my tracks.

He’s made it abundantly clear that doesn’t give a shit about you anymore. This is just Exhibit A. Don’t bother.

Before anyone can see me, I sprint to my dressing room.

Once there, I close the door, lean against it, slide down, and dig my head into my knees.

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** Josh’s POV **

“Aight I’ll go see her now,” I tell my sister-in-law, getting up and fixing my hoodie.

My best friend, Gianna, has a title match for the Women’s Championship tonight.

And while I have all the faith in the world in her, Trin suggested that I wish her good luck regardless.

As I get closer and closer to her dressing room, I swear I hear crying.

With an eyebrow raised, I press my ear against the door.

Sure enough, the sniffles and quiet sobs become louder.

What the fuck is going on?

I knock on the door. “Gi? Gi, are you alright? Can I come in?”

All of a sudden, the cries stop and I hear shuffling around before she finally opens the door.

Immediately, from the second I lay eyes on her, I can tell something is wrong.

From her red nose, to her puffy and flushed eyes, this girl was not just crying. She was sobbing.

“H-hey,” she greets me, her voice just above a whisper. “Come in.”

I do so, my eyes never leaving hers.

As she turns back around from closing the door, I cross my arms over my chest. “Everything alright?”

She nods quickly before sniffling and walking back over to her vanity.

“You sure?” I ask, slowly walking over. “Because I swear I heard crying near the door.”

She stops in her tracks for a moment and shakes her head, going back to curling her hair. “You must’ve been hearing things. No one is here but me and I’m fine.”

I pucker my lips to the side and nod, looking down.

If she doesn’t wanna talk about it, who am I to force her?

While doing so, something on the floor across the room catches my eye: a gold necklace.

As I bend down to pick it up, I realize that it’s a locket.

The same locket that Kevin gave Gianna when they first started dating. Except now, the heart that once held a picture of them is shattered.

“What’s this?” I ask, still attempting to get answers out of her.

She looks at me through the mirror as I hold up the chain and her eyes go wide.

“Nothing!” she replies, turning around and quickly taking it from me.

She shoves it into a drawer and turns back to the mirror.

“Nothing, huh?” I ask, folding my arms again. “So that’s not the necklace that Kevin gave you?”

She shakes her head in response, tucking her lips in, as a tear rolls down her face. “N-no?”

What did this mother fucker do to my girl?

“Gi,” I exclaim quietly, pulling a chair up next to her. “What happened with you and Kevin? You know you can talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath before turning to me and looking deep into my eyes.

“He cheated on me,” she whispers, now fully crying again.

My breath hitches and heart stops at her words.

“He what?” I ask in disbelief, anger slowly building up inside me.

“I was on my way here from catering after talking to Trin and,” she takes another deep breath before continuing. “I walked past his dressing room and heard him with Tiffany.”

My leg starts bouncing and I rub my knuckles, just thinking about what I could do to him right now.

What the fuck is this asshole thinking? Cheating on a girl like her?

“Who the fuck does he think h-“ I start, but stop when her tears start up again.

I can’t show that I’m angry. Not yet anyway.

She needs me right now.

I sigh and pull her into my arms, rubbing soft circles onto her back as she sobs into my chest.

“Shhh,” I comfort her, before kissing her temple. “He didn’t doesn’t deserve you. He’s not worth your tears. Don’t give him the satisfaction. You hear me?”

She sniffles and nods in response, taking deep breath against my hoodie.

“Gianna! You’re on in ten!” a producer calls from outside her door.

She sighs and pulls away, grabbing a tissue from her desk. “I don’t know how I can win anything this way.”

“Hey,” I gently scold her, holding her shoulders. “You can do this. You will do this. You boutta be the next Women’s Champion. And ima be there to support you every step of the way. Anyone tries to take this moment away from you, I’ll deal with them. Got me?”

She gives me a soft smile and nods, sniffling once more. “Thank you, Josh. For everything.”

I smile back and pull her into my arms. “I gotchu. Forever.”

Once we pull away, she adds final touches to her look and I walk her out to gorilla.

“You got this,” I remind her once more, stroking her arms. “Just go out there and be you.”

She nods and kisses my cheek, before walking out of the curtain.

I watch on the monitor and smile, listening to the crowd go crazy for my best friend.

She’s got this.

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It’s about fifteen minutes into the match and, because I have a match tonight myself, I’ve migrated to my dressing room to watch.

While getting my hair ready, I cringe as Gianna takes a few low blows from Tiffany.

She automatically recovers though, with an insane spear.

I smile, thinking back to the moments we shared in the gym, and the exact moment I taught her that specific move.

She couldn’t get it at first - kept charging either too high or low.

But the second she figured it out, she was like a kid in a candy store. Over the moon excited.

The way she smiled that night? Man.

The sound of the crowd cheering snaps me out of my thoughts, causing me to look back up at the TV.

Gi delivers a fire superkick to Tiffany’s face, causing her to fall back. Hard.

Moments later, she goes for the cover.

1!

Come on Gi.

2!

Just one more. Hang in there.

As the ref is just milliseconds away from hitting the mat for the third time, he’s pulled out of the ring from behind.

What the fuck?

My eyes narrow in confusion, until the camera pans to him.

The scum bag that hurt my best friend: Kevin Owens.

“Oh fuck no,” I mutter to myself, before setting down my spray bottle and sprinting out of the room.

** Gianna’s POV **

“What the hell is Kevin Owens doing here?!” Michael Cole practically screams from the announce table.

I sit there in disbelief as my ex boyfriend raises his arms, a cocky smirk on his face, looking directly into my eyes, as the referee lays there in pain.

“USOOOO!”

The crowd automatically goes from boos to deafening cheers, as I turn and see Josh running down the ramp.

“Get up, Cole! It’s time to yeet!” Pat McAfee cheers from the top of the table, moving his arms up and down with the crowd.

I watch on as he whoops Kevin’s ass at ringside with a chair and steel steps, and even puts him through the announce table.

Once he’s out cold, Josh turns to me and smiles.

“You’ve got this,” he mouths, followed up with a wink.

A tired but grateful smile appears on my face, until reality strikes once more and Tiffany pulls me back into the middle of the ring by my hair to continue the match.

After a couple of hard hits, she lays me down and climbs up to the top rope to deliver her finisher: the Prettiest Moonsault Ever.

Before we can make contact, I roll away just in time, and she lands face first onto the mat.

I take a deep breath before climbing up the turnbuckles and delivering an Uso Splash.

Josh and I’s eyes meet once again, a gorgeous smile on his face, before he helps up the ref and slides him back into the ring.

One!

Two!

Three!

The crowd erupts in cheers, as Josh runs into the ring and tackles me in a hug.

I immediately hug back, crying tears of joy into his chest.

“HERE IS YOUR WINNER!” Alicia Taylor screams into the microphone. “AND NEWWWW! WWE WOMEN’S CHAMPION: GIANNAAAA NICOLEEEE!”

The ref hands me my title and lifts up my free hand, Josh lifting up the other.

I smile and, once my hands are free, hug him once again.

“I’m so proud of you,” he mutters into my neck, hugging me back ten times tighter.

I squeal and laugh as he lifts me onto his shoulder and walks around the ring, hyping up the crowd even more.

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I lay back on my pillow, a soft smile on my face, as I scroll on Twitter.

Yes, there’s hate and disappointment from Tiffany’s fans, but there’s ten times more love and support from mine.

I’m so incredibly grateful. <3

As I set down my championship for a photo, I hear knocks against my door.

I silently pray that it’s not drama waiting to happen, before getting up and answering it.

Stood before me is my best friend, holding a bottle of champagne and pink roses.

“Room service for the new Women’s Champion?” Josh teases in an awful French accent, a playful smirk on his face.

I giggle and shake my head, stepping aside to let him in. “You’re too much, boy. Come on in.”

He chuckles and sets everything on a nearby table before turning to me. “I’m real proud of you, you know that?”

I close the door and walk over, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Mhm. You told me a good 35 times since my match ended.”

He smiles and wraps me into a hug, to which I respond to automatically.

We just kinda stand there for a while, him rocking us back and forth.

“You down for some celebrating?” he asks, grabbing the bottle of champagne and holding it up once we pull away. “I brought your favorite.”

I smile softly and watch on as he pops the top and pours up two glasses.

He takes a seat on the edge of my bed and pats the spot next to him, signaling for me to join.

When I do, he raises his glass. “To you, the most deserving champion in the world.”

I smile at the compliment and raise mine as well. “To the best best friend in the entire world. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

He flashes me a beautiful smile, before we clink our glasses together and each take a sip.

As we set them down, he turns back to me. “How are people on social media taking the win?”

I let out a sigh and shrug. “Some hate, more love. The usual.”

He gives me a sympathetic smile and nods. “Capitalize on the love and let the haters hate, mama. You know how it is.”

I blush at the nickname and nod, looking down. “Yeah.”

He gently lifts my chin and stares deep into my eyes. “Look atchu. You’re glowing, champ.”

I smile and lean into his hand, as he cups my face. “Nah, I think it’s just the compliments.”

He chuckles. “Well, you deserve every one of them.”

We just kinda sit there, staring at each other.

And soon enough, my heart moves faster than my brain, and my lips are on his.

He kisses back almost automatically, but pulls away after a few seconds.

“Sorry,” I mutter, looking down. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Please don’t be mad.

Please don’t be mad.

Please don’t be mad.

He shakes his head. “It’s not your fault, ma.”

Thank god.

Awkward silence fills the air until he clears his throat, breaking it. “It’s getting late. I should go.”

I nod understandably, completely bummed on the inside. “Okay.”

I walk him out and he turns to face me once he’s out the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow? We can grab breakfast with Uce and Trin or something?”

I smile and nod again, holding the door open. “Sure. That sounds nice.”

He smiles back and nods, opening his arms.

I walk into them and rest my chin on his shoulder, letting out a deep but quiet sigh.

Usually our hugs are filled with such comfort and meaning, but this one feels empty.

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I wake up to the sound of my phone receiving a text.

After letting out a loud yawn and good stretch, I grab it off my nightstand and smile when my lockscreen appears.

Josh 🥰♥️: Morning champ. How does Waffle House sound?

I shake my head, smiling.

Gi 🩵: Morningg 🫶🏽

Gi 🩵: Sounds good. I’ll be ready in about an hour.

Josh 🥰♥️: Perfect. See you then. 🩵

I pick out a cute outfit from my luggage and get ready.

“There she is!” Jon, Josh’s twin brother, calls out, opening his arms. “Our new champ!”

I roll my eyes playfully and smile, accepting his offer.

He rocks us back and forth before placing a brotherly kiss on the top of my head. “Congrats, sis. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks Jon,” I reply, pulling away and smiling even harder.

Next is Trin, who squeals before giving me a tight squeeze. “You look so gorgeous, babygirl. Out here stealing my glow.”

She playfully nudges me when saying that last part, earning a giggle and second hug from me.

“Thank you Trin,” I reply sweetly, as we pull away. “And don’t you worry, nobody is stealing your glow.”

We share a laugh and she walks over to Jon, who places a hand on her back and a kiss to her temple.

And finally, Josh.

“You up for another ‘I’m proud of you’?” he teases, wrapping me into his arms.

I giggle and hug back, resting my head on his chest and inhaling his heavenly cocoa butter scent. “What is this? Number 36? Don’t mind if I do.”

He chuckles and kisses my temple.

From behind him, Trin is watching us with puppy dog eyes and her bottom lip dramatically stuck out.

I shake my head and playfully roll my eyes, earning a soft giggle from her.

“Well,” Jon begins, rubbing his stomach, once Josh and I pull away. “I’m starving. Let’s head out.”

“Boy you’re always starving!” Josh teases, earning a playful whack upside the head from him.

Trin and I walk behind them, laughing and shaking our heads at them.

“They’re such teenagers,” she exclaims, throwing an arm over me.

I chuckle, watching Josh laugh, flashing his gorgeous smile. “They really are.”

Once we get to Waffle House, it’s relatively empty, so we pick out a random booth - Trin and I sat on one side, Jon and Josh on the other.

Instead of our own separate meals, we decide to just order food to share throughout the table including: chocolate chip waffles, hash browns, scrambled eggs, grits, and lots of lemonade.

“So girl,” Trin begins, before wiping her mouth. “What the hell was Kevin doing trying to cost you last night?”

I stop chewing and look up at Josh, who stares right back and just keeps sipping his drink.

I clear my throat before responding. “Well, to make a long story short, we unexpectedly split on my way back from our time in catering. But everything is cool.”

I really don’t want the news about Kevin cheating on me to get out.

The locker room would never let him live it down and, as much as that asshole deserves it, my championship reign just started.

I don’t need a bunch of nosy ass wrestlers watching my every move and gossiping.

Josh nods in agreement as I take another spoonful of grits into my mouth. “Yeah, she ain’t gotta worry about none of that now. I took care of it.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jon and Trin share a look.

The sound of a family about five tables away from us takes over the awkward silence, and I decide to break it.

“Well,” I announce, standing up. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom before we go.”

The twins acknowledge me before Trin stands as well, sliding out of the booth. “I’ll join you.”

As we’re walking away, the boys engage in their own conversation.

“Man, why girls always going to the bathroom together?”

“How should I know, Uce?”

Once we get to the bathroom, I head to the sink and Trin watches, leaning against the wall, arms folded across her chest.

In the mirror, I see her watching me, resulting in me slowly turning around. “Please don’t tell me I have something in my teeth.”

“Girl hush,” she replies sassily. “I know you’re not telling me something.”

Fuck.

I turn back to the sink and fix my hair in the mirror. “Like?”

She taps her fingers on her arm. “Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps why you and my brother in law are barely speaking? And why any time you two look at each other, you look identical to the ketchup bottle sat on our table right now?”

My eyes go wide and I turn to her again. “I do?”

She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Bitch, spill!”

“Fine,” I reply, before sighing in defeat and taking a seat on the counter.

“After our matches last night, Josh came to my hotel room and…” my voice trails off.

Her eyebrows raise and she moves closer out of curiosity. “And?”

I shake my head, smiling softly. “We may have kissed. A little.”

She squeals, clapping and jumping up and down. “I fucking knew it! Finally!”

“But,” I interrupt her, causing her to stop. “It only lasted a few seconds. Before he pulled away.”

Her face drops in disappointment. “He pulled away? Why?”

I shrug, wrapping my arms together. “The kiss wasn’t his idea. I wasn’t thinking, Trin.”

She sucks her teeth and drops her arms. “Well, shit! I was hoping to start planning the wedding soon!”

I give her a mean mug. “A wedding? Bitch, slow down!”

She laughs and walks up to me, reaching out to hold my shoulders. “Girl, you’ve gotta get alone with him again. Let him know how you feel.”

I shake my head, running a hand through my curls. “It’s not that easy, sis. I’ve been best friends with him for over five years now. If I ruin that all because of some delusional ass feelings, I’ll hate myself forever.”

“Babygirl,” she replies. “You and I both know those feelings aren’t delusional, don’t we?”

When I respond with only a sigh, she folds her arms across her chest again. “Exactly.”

“Listen,” she continues. “I’ll set it up. You just be ready around 7 tonight. Tell him how you feel. If he doesn’t feel the same way, at least you have some closure.”

I nod understandably. “I guess you’re right.”

She smiles and wraps me into a hug. “Everything will work out. Trust me.”

I hug back, a soft smile on my face. “I hope so.”

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Pacing around my hotel room, I check the time on my phone for the umpteenth time: 6:56pm.

Only four minutes left.

Bitch, get a grip!

It’s like Trin said: if he doesn’t feel the same way, at least I have some closure.

And if he does-

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door.

Fuck, he’s early!

I take a deep breath and check myself in the mirror before heading to answer it.

“Hey girl,” Josh greets me, taking his hands out of his pockets and opening his arms.

Smiling, I accept his offer and we share a hug. “Hey. Come on in.”

He does and immediately takes a seat on the bed. “Everything okay? Trin said you wanted to talk?”

“Y-yeah,” I reply, closing the door and taking a seat next to him.

He turns to face me and reaches out to stroke my arm, a soft but beautiful smile on his face. “Everything good?”

I take a deep breath, nodding. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I just…I guess I wanted to talk about what happened last night.”

His smile fades and he looks deep into my eyes. “The kiss, huh?”

I nod, looking down at my hands. “Yeah.”

He sighs and takes my hand, intertwining our fingers together. “Look at me.”

When I do, he takes a strand of hair away from my face.

“I didn’t pull away because I wanted to,” he continues.

I tilt my head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

He licks his lips and runs a hand over his face before going on. “I enjoyed the kiss. I really did. I just….you went through a lot yesterday. Between finding out you were cheated on, sobbing in my arms, then almost being costed your title. I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you.”

Taking advantage of me? Him?

I let out a quiet sigh of relief before running my hand through his curls. “Josh, I know you. How could you ever think like that?”

When he doesn’t respond, I continue.

“I kissed you because,” I stop and take a deep breath before continuing. “Because I’ve never had feelings like this for someone before. I thought I loved Kevin. I really did. Until I learned that my feelings were one-sided.”

He tilts his head. “What makes you say that?”

I sigh, pulling my hands back into my lap and fiddling with my fingers. “There’s something I never told you. I never told anyone, actually.”

Tears form in my eyes and I do my best to blink them away. “Any time Kevin wanted to get intimate with me, I’d push him away. I was scared. So scared. Scared of being used.”

Josh cups my face, as an attempt to comfort me. “Gi…”

“The only thing is,” I continue. “Whenever I didn’t give in, he’d make fun of me. Call me a baby. Gaslight me. He said he never wanted to be with me anyway. That there was hundreds of other girls in the division that would ‘appreciate him’ the way I couldn’t. And, I guess he proved that.”

As tears uncontrollably start rolling down my face, he sighs and pulls me into a hug.

I immediately hug back and quietly sob against his chest, as he rubs circles onto my back.

“Baby,” he begins, pulling away and cupping my face. “The only thing he proved yesterday is how trashy he is. How he could ever do something like that to someone as beautiful, loyal, kind-hearted, and incredible as you, I’ll never know.”

I wipe my tears with the sleeve of my hoodie and sniffle before he continues.

“But what I do know, is that you deserve a real man. Someone that’ll take their time with you. Someone that’ll make you feel like you have purpose. Make you feel important and loved.”

He moves his hands from my face and intertwines our fingers. “And if you let me, I’m willing to be that someone.”

I slightly raise my eyebrows in shock.

He? He as in Josh? As in my best friend? Wants to be with me?

I try to speak but the words won’t come.

How could they?

Instead, I lean in and press my lips to his.

He immediately kisses back, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in closer.

Except this time, he doesn’t pull away. Not right away anyway.

When he does, it’s nice and slow. Slow enough to wake up the butterflies in my stomach that have been asleep for months.

“Is that a yes?” he teases, a smile on his face.

I giggle and nod. “Yes. A million times yes.”

He smiles and pulls me back in.

“I love you so much,” he mutters against my lips.

I smile in the kiss. “I love you too, Josh. I always have.”

Eventually, the kiss turns heated, his tongue ever so slightly grazing mine.

I let out a soft moan as he lightly tugs at my lips when we pull away.

“I wanna take my good ole time witchu baby,” he mumbles in between kisses to my neck. “But only if you’ll let me.”

I tilt my head to give him more access, my bottom lip in between my teeth, and my eyes fluttering closed. “P-Please.”

“Please what, hm?” he asks, stroking my sides. “Talk to me.”

“I need you,” I whisper, looking deep into his eyes. “I-I need you. So badly.”

A deep and sexy smirk grows on his face, as he tucks a curl behind me ear. “What my babygirl wants, my babygirl gets.”

My breath hitches in my throat before he gets off the bed and holds out his hand to me. “Cmon, lil mama.”

** smut warning! **

I take his hand and he leads us to the bathroom, where he starts a steaming hot shower.

Once the water is on, he turns back to me and helps me get undressed.

Soon enough, I’m fully naked and he scans my body up and down.

“Fuck baby,” he coos, half moan-half whisper. “Look at you.”

I smirk, stepping closer to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. “You like what you see, hm?”

He bites his lip and nods, looking down at me. “I love it. And I love you.”

“I love you,” I reply, standing on my tippy toes and connecting our lips once more.

He kisses back, grabbing handfuls of my ass in the process.

When we pull away, I tug at the hem of his t-shirt. “I believe you’re a little overdressed, sir.”

He smirks and looks down at his outfit. “I believe you’re right, ma’am. Help me?”

I giggle and kiss the corner of his mouth, before sliding my hands underneath his shirt and lifting it over his head.

From the sight of his tattoos, to his muscular chest, I’m already soaked.

I trail kisses down to his lower half, slowly getting on my knees in the process.

As soon as his sweats are off, I immediately take the waistband of his boxers between my teeth.

“Damn girl,” he mutters, a smirk plastered on his face. “You on demon time, huh?”

I nod, slowly but surely sliding down his underwear.

My eyes widen at the sight of his dick - at least eight inches, the prettiest shade of caramel with a pretty pink tip, the most perfect curve, and so so veiny.

He chuckles at my reaction and cups my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “Like what you see mama?”

“Mhm,” I hum in between more kisses, this time down his length.

“Fuck baby,” he moans breathlessly, throwing his head back slightly. “That’s right. Claim yo dick like a good girl.”

I smirk at his words and slowly take him into my mouth, grabbing it by the base and twirling my tongue around his length.

His moans become uncontrollable, as he grabs a fistful of my hair and bobbing my head up and down. “Your mouth takes this dick so good, lil baby.”

“She knows what belongs to her,” I coo, scooping foamy spit from my chin and stroking him with it.

“That’s right baby,” he replies, running his fingers through my hair. “This dick is all yours.”

I smile and pucker my lips, to which he responds with leaning down and placing a deep kiss on them.

About a minute or two later, I feel his hips buck against my face, signaling that he’s close.

“F-fuck bae just like that,” he moans, grabbing ahold of the shower door. “Daddy’s so close for you.”

As if on cue, a warm and salty liquid fills my tongue, and soon my throat.

“Cmere mama,” he coos, gently grabbing my face and lifting me up.

When we’re finally face to face again, he showers my lips in numerous kisses.

“You did so good for me,” he praises, brushing my curls out of my face before simply staring at me, taking in my features. “My beautiful babygirl.”

I smile softly and brush our noses together. “Thank you, baby.”

He smiles back and kisses me once more before we get into the shower.

He gently presses me against the wall before getting on his knees.

“Daddy’s turn,” he mutters sexily, lifting one of my legs onto his shoulder.

My bottom lip slides in between my teeth, as he feathers kisses to each of my inner thighs.

A wave of pleasure immediately washes over me, as his tongue dips in between my folds.

“D-daddy fuck,” I whisper, my hips already squirming, and my fingers tugging onto his curls for dear life.

“Feels good baby?” he reassures, pulling away and sliding a finger into me. “You taste so fucking good.”

Moans uncontrollably pour out of me, the tongue and finger combo making me practically ascend.

A few moments later, I feel a pit in my stomach, signaling that I’m reaching my climax.

“You close mama?” he mutters against my skin, fingers still doing the Lord’s work.

I nod frantically in response. “U-uh huh.”

“Go on and cum for daddy baby,” he orders, stroking my thigh with his free hand. “Let loose for me.”

And on command, I do.

He licks me clean and stands up, immediately wrapping his arms around my waist.

“You feel okay baby?” he reassures, stroking my sides and kissing my temple.

I nod and wrap my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his mullet. “More than okay.”

He smiles and pecks my lips. “Good. You ready for daddy to fuck you?”

I automatically nod in response, causing him to chuckle.

He picks me up and holds me against the wall.

“Legs around my waist baby,” he instructs, lining his dick up with my entrance.

I do as I’m told and take a deep breath as he slowly enters me.

“Fuck mama,” he groans. “This pussy was made for me. Shit feels like a glove.”

I moan in response, digging my face into his neck.

With every thrust, I feel more and more ascended to heaven.

“You gonna cum with daddy, baby?” he eventually asks, rubbing deep circles onto my hips.

I nod, my nails digging into his back.

“Use your words mama,” he demands. “Only pretty girls that use their words get to cum with their daddy.”

“Y-yes daddy,” I utter in between moans. “I’m s-so close.”

He applies a couple kisses to my sweet spot, just below my ear.

His thrusts become sloppier, signaling that he’s close once more. “Cum, baby. Cum with daddy.”

We release in sync, him in me and me on him.

** smut over! **

Panting like crazy, I climb off of him and lean against the wall.

He licks his lips and cups my face. “You good, mama?”

I nod, a tired but satisfied smile on my face. “So good. Thank you for taking care of me, baby.”

He smiles and gently grabs my face, pulling it up to meet his lips.

In the midst of rinsing out his hair, I take a moment just to acknowledge how gorgeous he is.

His gorgeously brown eyes, perfectly round nose, beautiful plump lips.

All of this is really mine now. It feels like a fever dream.

“You’re so handsome,” I coo, staring into his eyes and running my fingers through his curls.

He looks down at me smiling, stroking either side of my face. “That was random.”

I smile back. “Well, that doesn’t make it any less true.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “I appreciate you, mama. Thank you.”

With yet another kiss, we finish up our shower and hop out.

“Talk about the most perfect day,” Josh exclaims, joining me under the blanket and wrapping me in his arms. “Waffle House for breakfast and bagged the most beautiful girl in the world.”

I smile softly and place a kiss on his chest. “You’re something else, Joshua.”

He chuckles and kisses my temple. “Goodnight, ma.”

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[sirenontheloose]

HAVE  A LOVELY DAY

Not everyone deserves to be in your life, even if they once meant everything.

GENRE: angst

Dani’s words hit you like a punch to the stomach. She sighed heavily, her face was unreadable. “Let’s keep this from the girls,” she said quietly, standing up from the edge of her bed. For a moment, you just stared at her, struggling to process what you’d heard. “What?” you managed, your voice trembling with disbelief. The disappointment was clear, and you didn’t even care if she noticed.

Dani turned to face you, her expression cold, unfamiliar. It was like looking at a stranger, and it hurt more than you thought it could. “It’s not that complicated, Y/N,” she said, her tone sharper now, as if you were the one being unreasonable. “This was just a one-night stand. The girls don’t need to know every detail of our lives.”

Your chest tightened, the words hanging in the air, suffocating you. “A one-night stand?” you repeated, barely a whisper. It was like you needed to hear it again to make sure you weren’t imagining things.

She let out a bitter laugh, almost as if she was mocking you. “Yes, a one-night stand. You didn’t actually think this was serious, did you?”

The disbelief quickly melted into anger, the kind that burned and made your hands shake, your vision blurring as tears threatened to spill. You took a shaky breath, trying to hold it together, but the pain was too much. You scrambled to put your clothes on, hands trembling as the anger rose in your chest.

Without thinking, you turned back to her. The slap came before you could stop yourself, the sharp sound cutting through the silence. Her eyes widened, but you didn’t care. “Fuck you,” you said, your voice raw with emotion. You didn’t wait for her response. You stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind you, leaving Dani and her cruel words behind. 

It had been a week since you’d disappeared, and the girls could sense something had happened. They couldn’t quite put their finger on it, but the unanswered calls and unread messages had them worried. But you had let them know through your mom that you were fine when Sophia, Manon, and Lara came by to check on you. You weren’t ready to face them just yet, especially Daniela. It stung, but you knew you had to pull yourself together. Your week of self-imposed isolation was over, and it was time to step back into reality.

When you walked through the hallway, it was impossible not to notice the change. Your mini black dress and red heels, almost as if you were stepping into a different world, had the students staring in awe. It was clear, the one and only Y/N Y/L/N had returned, and the school wasn’t going to forget it. Sophia’s scream of surprise echoed across the hallway, and you couldn’t help but smirk, feeling a surge of confidence. You’d been gone, but now? Now, you were back, and you owned the room.

Lara gasped, "Damn girl, you look hot!" She grinned, motioning for you to do a quick spin so she could get a full view of your outfit. You couldn’t help but giggle. As much as you weren't looking forward to facing Dani after that whole mess, you knew you'd be an idiot to let something as trivial as “a one night stand” get in the way of the fun with the other girls.

"I thought you were dying," Manon teased, pulling you into a hug, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sensed something was off despite your smiles. The girls were all fawning over how gorgeous you looked, but Manon knew you well enough to notice the subtle shift. You returned her hug with a small, appreciative smile and walked alongside the girls, purposefully ignoring Dani’s presence. Hoping it was clear to her that whatever you had with her, it was over. 

It wasn’t exactly a secret that a lot of people had a crush on you. With your striking looks, your soft brown locks, your reputation as the model student with straight A’s, and most importantly, the sweet smile you offer to everyone every single day. It was no wonder you were a magnet for attention. Flowers, gifts, and letters? All part of your daily routine. Honestly, every day felt like Valentine’s Day for you.

Megan and Yoonchae eagerly reached for the boxes of chocolates you handed them as you settled into your seat across from Sophia.

“What do you want for lunch? I’ll grab it for you,” Sophia offered, brushing a strand of hair from your face before sending you a playful wink. You felt your cheeks warm at the familiar gesture. You’d never get used to her spontaneous acts of affection. “I’ll have pasta, please,” you replied, humming softly as she stood up to order for both of you.

Dani’s eyes followed you across the room as you laughed and chatted with everyone except her. It was clear to her that you weren’t going to make it easy. With a deep breath, Dani stood up from her seat beside Lara and walked over to you.

"Can we talk?" she said flatly. It wasn’t a request, and you knew better than to make a scene, so you nodded and silently walked toward the least crowded corner, hoping no one, especially one of the girls, overheard.

Standing across from her, arms crossed and guarded, you leveled your gaze at Dani. "What do you want?"

"If you keep acting like this, the girls will notice. They’ll figure it out soon enough," Dani huffed, her tone almost pleading.

You let out a bitter chuckle. "You should feel lucky I’m still letting you be in my presence," you said, your voice tight. "And I don’t care if they know."

You turned to leave, but Dani’s voice stopped you.

"So, that’s it? You’re just gonna end our friendship over this?" She bit the words out, her eyes searching for any hint of softness.

You scoffed. "You know damn well we were never just friends." Your gaze hardened as you delivered the final blow. "Our friendship ended the moment you kissed me five months ago. Don’t act like you didn’t know that." With a shake of your head, you added, "Have a lovely day, Dani." You walked away, leaving her with nothing more to say, just the weight of her choices hanging between you.

THE END

[darkfalcone]

Your New Home

pairing: rio vidal x reader

warnings: noncon, drugging, dark rio, spitting, anal fingering, anal, face slapping, begging, name calling, pet names, in the dirt, ass to pussy.

summary: with the help of agatha, rio finally gets what she wants. you.

request: Hello! Can you write something dark, sexy and painful for Rio Vidal? (Agatha All Along, if u know). Like... I fucking need something dirty, wish she'd use reader like a scared little bunny, using every hole just for her own pleasure, spitting on her tear-stained face.

You thought you were going to have a fun night with the coven; having been invited by Agatha, you agreed to join, as long as Rio wouldn’t be there. Agatha promised you up and down that Rio wouldn’t be there and asked why you didn’t want her to be there. You ignored her question, cutting her off by telling her that you’ll be there a little earlier to help with snacks. Agatha thanked you, and you hung up on her.

The truth was, Rio gave you the creeps, and it wasn’t because she was Death. She would stare at you almost the whole time—unless she was talking to the others. She was always offering to walk you home, despite your house being down the street from Agatha’s. It was her whole vibe, but you couldn’t say anything to Agatha.

You got ready after a long shower and wore your brand new outfit that was delivered last night. You didn’t remember ordering any new outfits, but you decided to keep it anyway.

Once you were ready, you looked at the clock and saw that you had about twenty minutes before you had to head over to Agatha’s. You hoped she kept true to her word—that Rio wouldn’t be there, and she had never lied to you before. You trusted her, and that finally made you calm down a bit.

You left your house five minutes early, wanting to enjoy the breeze. It was a little dark out, and although you only lived down the street, a wave of uneasiness washed over you. You found yourself looking behind you every so often—walking faster than what you wanted to do until you were on Agatha’s porch.

Agatha was already at the door, opening the screen door and stepping aside so you could come in. You felt relieved; the feeling of someone following you was now gone, and you were safe in your neighbor’s house.

“Hey,” Agatha smiled. “The others should be here in a bit. Make yourself at home; want something to drink?”

You nodded, “Yes, please. Water is fine.”

You sat there, feeling a little awkward as silence fell over both of you. You shifted in your seat once Agatha came back with your drink.

“Thank you so much,” you smiled. “What would you like me to help you with?”

Agatha shook her head, sitting on her recliner. “Oh no, honey, you don’t have to help with anything. Just drink your water.”

Without a question, you drank as much of your water as you could in one go. You walked as fast as you could down to her house, which made you tired, but as you listened to Agatha go on about whatever, you began to grow sleepy.

Before you closed your eyes long enough to fall asleep, you heard a familiar voice speak up.

”Finally, now help me get her to the woods.”

You were too tired to talk, but you began to panic internally when you realized it was Rio. Just as Agatha and Rio picked you up, you fell asleep.

When you woke up, you realized you were in the dark and in the dirt. You tried to get up, but you couldn't—soon realizing that you were tied up. You flinched, hearing Rio chuckle as she got closer towards you. You looked around, but it was way too dark, so it was no use.

“Oh, bunny, I’m so glad that you’re finally awake. Agatha thought she put too much in your drink, and honestly, if it was another hour, I would have just taken you to a building.” Rio explained, humming as soon as she reached you.

“Let me go,” you cried out. “Why are you doing this?”

Rio crouched down so she could reach you, sighing with faux sympathy. She rubbed your side, smiling to herself as you giggled. You quickly realized that you were naked, and that’s why you were even colder than usual.

“I’m doing this because, little one, you’re mine.” Rio stated.

“I’m not yours, so I’m going to need you to untie me and let me go. We can forget all about this, and I promise I won’t tell anyone.” You pleaded.

Rio stayed quiet, moving you so that you were on your back; she pushed your legs apart before getting in between them. “Even if you told Bunny, who would save you?” Rio teased, bringing her hands to her belt.

You squeezed your eyes shut as Rio pulled her belt out of the loops and wrapped it around your neck. She tightened the belt, letting it go to lean down so her lips were next to your ear.

“That’s in case you misbehave, and I’ve got to keep you in line, baby.” Rio explained, causing you to gasp as her hot breath hit your skin.

Rio pulled away, unzipping her pants and pulling out the strapon she had been wearing all night. She was thankful for Agatha, helping her get you where she needed you.

“I wish you could see me right now; I would love to make you watch me fucking this pussy of yours.” Rio commented.

You held your breath as Rio ran the tip of the strapon through your folds. You whimpered as she wasted no time, thrusting into you all the way. You cried out, not able to adjust to the size of the toy as Rio began a rough and steady pace.

“Fucking take it, Bunny,” Rio snapped.

You tried your best to stay silent, crying as she pushed your head into the dirt. To your surprise, Rio pulled out of you. You flinched, feeling the blade of a knife near your wrists. She cut the rope, along with the rope that was tied around your legs. Rio grabbed your arm, pulling you where she wanted you—on your hands and knees.

“If you try to run, I will catch you, so don’t even think about it.” Rio warned, as if she were reading your mind.

Rio pushed the strapon back into you roughly, grabbing your hips and fucking into you. You gripped the dirt underneath you, trying your best to focus on anything but the toy that was inside of you.

Rio fucked you roughly, grunting each time she thrusted into you. You tried to pull away on instinct; each time the tip of her strapon slammed against your cervix, it made you cry out in pain. You needed a break—unable to take much more.

“Rio, please!” You cried; the pain was becoming unbearable.

Your arms started to shake as you held yourself up the best you could. It was becoming too much, and with a particularly hard thrust from Rio, your arms gave out. You cried out as your face hit the dirt, but it didn’t seem to faze Rio. Instead, Rio pulled out, and at first you thought it was to stop, but you were wrong.

“Turn around, come on.” She snapped, keeping a hand on you.

You were left with no choice, turning around so your head was facing the strapon. Without a word, Rio forced your mouth open and shoved the toy all the way into your mouth. You gagged on the toy—not used to having anything in your mouth like that. Rio seemed to not care—fucking your face as roughly as she could do it. Finally, with one final thrust, Rio held your head down.

“That’s a good girl, baby.” Rio praised. “You were born to take my cock, huh?”

Rio pushed you off the toy roughly, “Turn back around.”

You hesitantly did as you were told, turning back around. Rio lined the toy up once again but made no move to fuck you. You flinched as she spat on your asshole, and when she began to push the toy into you, you cried out.

”Help, someone help me!” you screamed in hopes that someone would help you.

But as Rio pushed the toy into you more, you felt as if you were being split into two. Once she was all the inside of you, Rio reached down and held your face against the dirt. You turned your head so you were able to breathe. She leaned down and spat on your face, rubbing it in and laughing as you whimpered.

“No one is going to help you, baby. The faster you realize that, the faster you can learn to love it.” Rio hummed.

She removed her hand from your head, grabbing both your arms and holding them behind your back before she began to fuck you hard. You screamed out, unable to get used to the feeling as she gave you no room to. Rio held your arms behind your back, and although the feeling of the toy in your ass was worse, the pain in your shoulders was becoming unbearable.

“Rio,” you whimpered.

You felt as if you were going to pass out—your stomach was flipping as she continued. You tried your best to get your mind off the pain, but the only thing your mind was wandering to was how Agatha helped her out. She never gave you the vibe that she would do this to you, and that’s what made it hurt worse.

Rio pulled out of your ass and let go of your arms after a harsh thrust, instantly pushing into your pussy once more. She laughed at your whimpering, fucking into you as hard as she could. She grabbed your arms once more, holding them behind you as she fucked into you. You cried out, hopeful that she wouldn’t let go of your arms despite the added pain it was contributing to.

Rio moved her hands, letting your arms go, which caused you to fall face first in the dirt. It was all too fast, not giving you time to brace yourself for it. She rubbed your cloth roughly, not bothering to make sure she wasn’t using her nails. Each time she scratched your clit, you cried out, silently hoping that she would finally get bored and stop fucking you. Unfortunately for you, Rio continued for what felt like hours, although it was just an hour.

Rio pulled out of you, and you wasted no time—curling up in a ball to try and protect yourself, unsure of what she would do next. Rio got down onto the ground, rubbing your side as she hummed.

“Too bad we had to do this in the dark, but my cabin is just a little bit away,” Rio sighed. “Come on, get up, and we’ll have more fun there.”

“Please no, I just want to go home.” You whimpered as Rio helped you to your feet.

“Oh, bunny, your home is with me now. I’m your new home.”

[lil-lando-norris]

🥀 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 🥀

Warnings: Angst, Swearing

Pairing: Lando Norris x female!reader

Note: Also im sorry if you don’t like swearing or don’t do it like me but I think Lando would swear a lot 😊

“I’ll be back soon,” Lando said, holding each of your hands in his, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your knuckles.

This was the part you hated - saying goodbye as he had to leave for his racing.

You knew how much it meant to him anyways.

It was his first season in F1 and you had so wanted to be there…but of course, school held you back.

Even more so, Lando was a part of your life.

A big part of your life, and having to say this goodbye, every time a new season started, it hurt.

And whenever he came back, he was different.

Not a lot, but a little.

He’d be wary of people, and paranoid about media, and it hurt to see these changes come through without you by his side.

It felt like a bookmark in a story you didn’t want to pause, and knowing the pages would be different when you turned back.

You loved Lando, of course you did, and you knew how much he wanted- needed this.

It was Formula One for goodness’ sake.

And as firmly as you told yourself that you were being selfish for trying to keep him to yourself, you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t want others to know of him.

He’d grown into an amazing person yet…

It felt like planting a seed and watching it grow into something different, something you had wanted to keep to yourself, reminiscing in the times when the seed was just yours to hold.

No one else’s.

..🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀..

Everyone loved Lando.

He was a new, fresh face in the sport, with an incredibly likeable personality, and clearly very approachable.

Just like he’d been when you had met him at the karting track.

When he’d been just your best friend, like a book, knowing it’ll be thumbed through and read by other people, but at least remembering the quiet moments you spent with it first.

But just like a book, he tore.

He tore and he ripped and broke into pieces, the media tarnishing his once fine pages, fans trampling over the fine cover that was his book.

And god, did you hate it.

Watching your best friend through races, struggle to bring himself there from the incessant whispers from people who didn’t even know him.

Who didn’t even know how much a good person he was.

For those people weren’t there when he was your star and for those people who didn’t watch him rise to where he was.

And now, you could do nothing but know that star was once yours, but now shone for everyone to see.

..🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀..

“Lan,” you smiled, watching as your best friend’s weary face flicked onto the screen.

It was only April, the Chinese Grand Prix, and he was already in this state.

“Hey,” he said weakly, resting his chin on his hand.

Lando wore his fatigue like an old photograph - faded, soft around the edges and heavy with memories of a person he barely was.

“How’s racing been?” you tried to create conversation.

“Good, you been watching?”.

“Yeah, ‘course I have,” you smiled softly, your voice reassuring.

“Been watching all of them,” you said, “you’ve been doing so well,”.

“You really think?” Lando smiled, rubbing his eyes as you nodded, sending him a reassuring smile.

God that smile.

“Fuck, I’ve missed that,” Lando choked out, opening his eyes as you blinked, realising there were tears in his.

“Lando-,” you said, not sure what to say as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Y/N, can I come back? Please?” Lando said, his voice hoarse as you nodded immediately.

“Yeah of course,” you said, “I’ll get the guest room ready,” you said.

“Thanks,”.

..🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀..

“Missed you s-so much,” Lando sniffled, hugging you as he buried his face into your neck.

“I missed you too,” you mumbled, rubbing his back slowly.

“Can we go to our place?” Lando asked, referring to the pond you and him always went to as you nodded, taking his hand in yours.

The pond had…changed.

The old grass, now curled and faded, seemed to tell its story in hushed tones, each blade a word that time had worn smooth, leaving only the essence of what was.

“Oh,” was all that left Lando’s mouth, the flowers curled in on themselves, frayed and black and a shadow of what they once were.

Where once vibrant blooms stretched towards the sun, now only the skeletal remains of flowers remained, their colours dulled by seasons of neglect.

The soft earth has hardened, and the air carried no perfume, only the crisp scent of decay.

What was once an oasis of life was now a barren field, waiting for the touch of something that no longer comes.

“It’s still our pond,” you managed to say, sitting in the spot you had once before as Lando nodded.

“Yeah, still our pond,” he echoed you, a silence befalling over you both.

Like the flowers beneath you, once vibrant and full of promise, Lando’s petals now hung limp and bruised, the stem of his happiness now bent, and the fragrance of his beautiful personality now lost.

“Missed you,” you said, nudging Lando as he nodded slowly.

“Missed you too,” he mumbled, resting his head onto your shoulder.

“Do they feed you?” you tried to incorporate a joke as Lando laughed, but it was nothing like before.

It was hollow and empty, almost forced.

Yet, just as you were about to speak again, the sound of rustling came from the bushes behind.

“No,” Lando croaked, pulling you into his side as you looked up, confused.

He pushed your face back into his shoulder as the flash of a camera went off.

You could only watch as reporters rushed forwards, trampling the tulips lining the pond, trying to get photos of you and Lando.

You were crying as you ran along side him, rushing from the cameras, watching everything fall apart.

The words once filled with meaning were now scattered, and the narrative was broken.

The pages that remain were fragile and torn, the sentences incomplete.

What was once a rich tapestry of life and experience now laid open, the story untold, the soul unraveled, leaving only empty spaces where emotions once lived.

[olivianott]

THE LASERS ARE LOOKING

• AU DJ!Theo x fem!reader, all characters are adults

• explicit, not for minors, MDNI

• public sex

• I give you one try to guess what’s my fyp build of at the moment 😌

The music is loud. The air is foggy and you feel the pumping of the bass in your whole body. This rave was not your idea, your friends dragged you with them. Now you are actually grateful, it’s so much fun, finally letting go of your worries and losing yourself in the music for a while. Music so loud, you can’t hear your brain. Bliss.

And you did lose yourself, even in the space, suddenly separated from your friends, right up against the little podium where the DJ is jumping and dancing to his music. What a weirdo. Dressed in all black with a kind of tactical vest and a white mask on his head, you could only see his eyes through the black mesh. Hmmm… weird but kinda sexy, you must admit.

He is pumping his arms in the air, people around you losing their minds, you love the atmosphere of this place. For once you feel the animalistic nature of the people, sweat and heat, the eroticism takes you off guard a little bit but you like what you feel and you’ve been enjoying it all night. Lust. At one point you feel hands snake around your waist and roam against your hips and thighs. Yes. This is what you’ve been missing. You have been longing for a human touch for a while now and this place made you so horny, you did not even flinch when this… you turn your head to look behind your shoulder… man touched you. Oh, he is sexy. Dark eyes looking at you through hooded lids, slightly curly hair falling down onto his nose, while his hand is now traveling up through the center of your ribcage to settle on your neck, slightly turning your head so he can whisper right into your ear:

“I’ve never seen anything sexier than you dancing.” The funny thing was, now that he was wrapped around you, you could not jump and dance, you were both just slowly grinding against each other, ignoring the rhythm of the music and just swaying in your own world. You felt his hard cock against your ass, and his hands on your thighs felt like the most erotic gesture you could imagine. Your whole body started tingling when his mouth sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck.

You opened your eyes, without even knowing when you’d closed them, and what you didn’t see was that there was another DJ up in the booth now. The music was still playing, however, so you didn’t feel like that was anything important.

You leaned your head back against your new friend's shoulder and ground your ass against his hips again, making yourself incredibly horny and your panties wet.

“I’m Theo by the way.”

You felt bold so you leaned in and whispered back into his ear:” Good, now I know what to scream when you fuck me finally.” His smirk was so devious and sexy, you felt like you’ll melt like a puddle at his feet. Somehow you both realized you were at the edge of the crowd now, near the corner, in the dark, only occasionally, a laser or a reflector passed through this space, illuminating you both for a second and then moving on again.

Perfect spot. Theo seemed to realize it too because his hands got bold, roaming from your hips, and thighs over the seem of your tight pants, sending a jolt through your clit and goosebumps all over your body. Slowly, as if to let you stop him, one of his hands played with the button on your pants. Finally opening it, one of his hands dipped into your pants and panties, finding your pussy soaked and ready.

“Oh fuck me.” You heard him groan and felt him squeezing your throat a little bit with his other hand, his cock grinding into your ass harder now.

“You’re fucking soaked, devolina, you’ve been desperate for this, haven’t you?”

Your moans thankfully lost to the music, you soared higher and higher with his fingers playing with your slick pussy, sliding erotically over your clit back and forth.

“Look at all these people, unaware. Does it turn you on that someone can easily look and see you enjoying my fingers in your pussy, you little slut?”

All you could do was groan and moan in response, Theo’s fingers now finding their way from your neck up into your mouth, pressing against your tongue, making you lose your fucking mind. The sensations got so intense, you’ve never felt like this, your whole body on fire, eyes closed, teeth clamping down on his fingers, pussy squeezing around nothing, desperately pulsing and clit firing sparks into your system, suddenly overloaded. A second of complete contentment, quiet, calm, and then your whole body arched against him, convulsing in ecstasy, you don’t know if you’re screaming, falling, or passing out, but Theo is holding you up, still flicking your clit, prolonging your orgasm and enjoying the pain of your teeth clamping on his fingers, shivers traveling through your whole body.

“My name on your lips is better than any music I can play. Maybe you’ll be my favorite instrument from now on.”

When you are more steady on your feet, he steps around you to look you in the eyes and says “I have to go play another set now, be sure to stand in front of the booth.” He ends with a wink and a smirk while putting his white mask back on.

FUCK.

When he climbs up to the booth, you watch him as he rolls his mask up over his mouth and puts his fingers in his mouth, theatrically licking his fingers. The crows goes wild with this and they don’t even know what he just did. You button up your pants and move through the people to stand in front of the booth, unbuttoning your bra under your shirt to continue the show. His only saving grace is the DJ booth hiding his uncomfortably packed pants.

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sleepy. cillian murphy

warnings; sleepy sex, creampie.

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it was late at night when you finally consider that you've spent enough time watching your series and get ready to go to bed.

you had started a new show and you had been so caught up in the plot that it just flew by and you didn't realize how late it was.

the clock on the living room wall read 3.50 am.

you let out a sigh and headed to the room you shared with your fiancé, the comfortable blanket wrapped around your tired body.

cillian had been asleep for quite some time, with his body completely spread out in the center of the bed. there was no place for you to get in without waking him up so, carefully, you placed the blanket on the edge of the bed and began to crawl over his body, your hair tickling his face.

your lips went to his cheeks and you began to kiss them softly, trying to wake him up as peacefully as possible.

“love…” you whisper, continuing your kisses.

"mhm?" he murmurs sleepily, his eyes opening slowly when he feels your wet lips trace a path on his neck.

"you're on my side of the bed, again." cillian gives a nasal chuckle and wraps his arms around your waist.

somehow or another, the man always managed to end up in your space; as if his body was unconsciously searching for your smell when you weren't lying next to him.

"im sorry, i cant help it."

your lips finally reach his and you give him a peck, smiling sleepily.

murphy steps aside and makes room for you to lie down. your back hits his chest and you feel his large arm reach across your side, holding you in a hug.

eyes close with pleasure when you feel his mouth place small kisses on your neck, returning the treatment you gave him minutes before.

his tongue moves with experience and knowledge on your skin, knowing which places drive you crazy and melt you like sand in his hands. as your boyfriend kisses the back of your neck, you feel one of his playful hands slipping into your underwear.

his middle finger runs up and down between the space of your folds a few times, testing the waters before sinking his finger against your clit.

"cillian..."

the man touches your cunt to his liking, caressing it as if it belonged to him.

"yes...?"

"what are you doing?" you ask, feeling your bottom heat up at the intrusion on your panties.

"just playing with your pussy." he points obvious. you press your lips together to not let out any moans. "can i taste it, my love? can i eat your cunt?"

the sweet question makes you gasp, the pad of his middle finger rubbing your clit making you even wetter.

the idea is tempting, even more so when you have too much knowledge about how good the irishman is at eating pussy: as devoted as a hungry man.

however, you feel too tired to let that happen, knowing that once he sinks into your wetness, he won't stop until you can't squirt any more juices onto his face.

"im tired, love." you reply, hoping not to disappoint him. "can you just put it inside, please?"

he nods, placing one last kiss on the back of your head. the man takes his hard cock out of his pants and boldly takes off your own pants and underwear. cillian spits into his hand and pumps his erection a little; he knows you're wet enough to take him but he tries to make it easier for you anyway, like the gentleman he is.

the head of his cock positions itself at your soaked hole and he squeezes your waist, letting you know that he is ready.

as you nod he sinks inside you, deep inside, the way he likes. he waits a few seconds for you to adjust to the intrusion before starting to move.

"do you feel me, baby?" he asks, his hand groping your tits as he spoons you. "do you feel me inside you?" you nod, eyes closed in pleasure as you feel him fuck your cunt heavenly. "yes, i know you feel me deep inside you... im so deep i could leave a baby if i wanted to."

you moan and bite your lips, making them bleed. the idea of ​​cillian fucking you a baby was a topic that always helped both of you cum quickly.

his sleepy thrusts become erratic after a minute, big hand leave your tits and starts making circles and patterns on your clit, stimulating you while he doesn't stop fucking your pussy.

the way you moan his name and your insides suck him in drives him completely crazy, bringing him closer.

"can't take it anymore." you warn, feeling how you begin to cum in his hand, dripping all over the sheets. your boyfriend grunts, fucking your pussy through your orgasm.

"good girl, you're making a mess for me." he praises.

you coming so hard always made him feel proud.

"inside." you ask, breathless. "cum inside."

he can't refuse when you ask so sweetly, so after a few seconds he cums inside you, leaving his seed on your body.

cillian presses a kiss to your head, caressing one of your legs gently. you can't keep your eyes open any longer and neither can he, sleep taking over both of you after sex.

that night, you both sleep connected, with cillian's cum resting deep inside you, his cock keeping your pussy filled.