#I cant do this dress up because my back is wide as fuck

[bi-writes]

huhhhhh more bestfriend!roommate!simon x fem!reader because i want them to touch

more bestfriend!roommate!simon (part 4/?)

cw: nsfw (18+), suggestive language and content, mature language and content, kissing over the mask, simon "my girl cums first" riley, fem!receiving touching, praise kink, size kink, simon's thicc thighs need a warning, simon "the mask doesn't come off" riley

simon had a bad habit.

a nose-scrunching habit, a oddly pretty habit, a clouding habit.

you shut the door behind you, locking it. you dropped your keys by the door, slipping your sneakers off and hanging your jacket up. you had the day shift today, so simon let you walk home on your own. but he didn't know when you were coming home, and you suspect that's why he was outside on the balcony, a cigarette between his index and middle finger as he leaned against the wall.

you come up to the sliding door, narrowing your eyes before knocking on the glass. simon didn't move immediately, but you saw him turn his face away, tossing the cigarette onto the floor and stubbing it out with the toe of his combat boot. when he turned to look at you, his mask was on, and there was a little apprehension in those dark eyes.

you gripped the handle of the door, sliding it open. he moved to stand in front of you, taking up the entirety of the doorway, broad shoulders taking up the width of the space.

"luv--"

"shut the fuck up, simon," you snapped. you reached over and gripped the front of his hoodie, yanking him inside. he had to maneuver his shoulders to slip inside, and you brought him right up against you so you could glare right up at him. "you know, it's one thing to come back from your boys' nights smelling like it, but in our home?! simon! how many times do i have to tell you that those things will kill you?!"

he sighed, shaking his head a little.

"trust me, luv," he murmured. "this isn't what'll kill me."

"you shut up," you reached up and gripped his masked chin, forcing his eyes on yours. your eyes were a little watery, and your bottom lip trembled. "don't say things like that. don't you dare."

the air was a little stiff. simon was a bit ashamed, averting his gaze. you leaned up and put both hands on his cheeks, putting his eyes on yours again.

"look at me, simon," you said lowly. "i...i cant tell you what to do. i'm not your mother. but i don't like it. its not good for you. i..." you looked down. "i'm sorry. i'm not trying to...i'm not trying to control you, i just--"

"its alright, luv," he quieted you. "it's alright, i know."

you sighed, dropping your hands to rest on his chest. your splayed your palms there, feeling the warmth of him. you held back a smile when you noticed him puffing out his chest a bit, flexing the muscles under your palms as you pressed against solid flesh.

"big, bad lieutenant riley..." you hummed lowly. "nothing can kill you, is that it?"

simon narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side as he grunted.

"dunno what'll kill me, luv, but it won't be a bloody smoke."

you smiled wide finally, your eyes sparkling as you looked towards the kitchen.

"what do you want for dinner, simon? did you go shopping like i asked?"

"'f course i did," he said quickly, his tone nearly offended for even a hint that he you had doubted that he would do ask you asked. you let go of him, making your way to the kitchen. simon let his eyes wander. you were still wearing your uniform from the diner, pretty white and red stripes in the most adorable dress he'd ever seen. he'd curse the man who'd made you wear it the day he saw it the first time; his gaze that couldn't help but follow the valley of your breasts, the way the skirt fell over the curve of your ass--he felt like a teenager fawning over something so trivial about you, so physical and seemingly superficial, but you looked fantastic in it. his beautiful girl, the one he had known since she was only 17, how she grew and blossomed and before he knew, there was no other woman who could take up as much space in his mind as you.

simon had been to many dark places. the dark edges of torture, the narrow walls of being cornered by an enemy, the hot places where hell was just right over the cliff--he was a machine of order and sheer will, he had killed the parts of himself that never quite suited him for war, but somehow, this place with you stayed the same. it was the one constant he knew, the one constant that just never, ever changed, and for that, he was grateful.

you don't think simon riley believes in god. but he believes in you.

simon had been around the world. he had seen the worst of humanity, ripped his own right out of his chest, but none of it mattered as he sat down on the couch he had picked out with you. he remembered when you sent him the pictures of it, your voice on the other line of the phone as you told him how much you liked the pieces. he had been on deployment, and while he could care fuck all about what color the couch in your shared living room was, it was important to you so it was important to him.

"simon?"

your voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"simon, could you open that bottle of wine? i need it for the stew."

domestic. fuck, this was too domestic, it was simple, it was calm. simon never flinched, not even when a bullet would hit the wall by his head, but fuck, the sight of you stirring vegetables in a pot in the kitchen of your shared apartment was making his head spin.

simon riley never missed his target. he set his sights on what he wanted, and with the ease and practice of a lieutenant, he crossed another name off his list.

and one could say that his pretty, little roommate, the woman who had been there before the scars and loved him even after them, was another target. your figure was in his sight, but fuck, his hand was shaking.

when the pot was simmering, you poured yourself a glass of wine and came towards him on the couch. simon was sitting, legs spread a little wide, his hands on his thighs as his eyes were fixed on the low hum of the television. you took a seat beside him after setting aside your glass, putting your feet up underneath you and leaning up against his arm.

"simon? everything alright?"

he turned to face you. a low shadow hung over his face, the hood of his jacket making his face appear even darker despite the mask he wore. you reached over under the hood and brushed a few strands of his hair off his forehead, tracing a small scar against his hairline. you smiled at him, running your knuckles down his temple. in the low light, you could barely see even his eyes, but simon spoke so much with just his eyes. they were beautiful. they were alive, had so much emotion, and you wondered always if maybe simon had learned to speak with them knowing it was the only part of him truly visible.

you lowered your gaze as he pressed his forehead to yours. his skin was warm, and you put a hand on his thigh to steady yourself. you swallowed, noticing how much smaller your hand looked next to his. he wore gloves, like always, but it didn't hide the size of him.

lieutenant simon riley. your simon. built like a fucking bear, a mind of impenetrable steel, eyes that had seen the nine circles of hell and wouldn't spill any of their secrets, simon riley who died and a ghost who brought him back and the woman that he dreamed about when they had taken everything from him except his goddamn memories--

he was kissing you. not in the way other men had kissed you, but in the way that simon riley would kiss you. the front of his mask met your lips, a touch of fabric that was warm and soft and melted your insides with a thousand unspoken words. he whispered your name against your lips, a quiet thing that felt like prayer. and maybe it was a sort of prayer, one that only he could make real, one that only he could make sound like faith and all the ugly, sorry truths that it brought with it.

but there was nothing ugly about this kind of prayer. it held no malice. it was pretty and soft and the only kind of word that ever brought him memories and not nightmares.

you were the one to press your lips to his. even through the fabric, it was like kissing someone for the first time. but not just anyone, simon. simon--simon who kissed your tears when you got stood up at a school dance. simon who promised into your hair that he would come back when you discovered the letters about his deployment overseas. simon who beat the manager at the first bar you ever worked at for following you home one night after your shift. simon who died when his family did and then came back, but only within the walls of your shared apartment and nowhere else.

simon, simon, simon--

his hand was under your dress. one gloved palm slipped up the back of your skirt, caressing one side of your ass as he guided you into his lap.

"simon--"

you choked on his name when you felt bare fingers slide over the edge of your panties. you reached up and cupped both sides of his face, whining as he moved his fingers under the fabric. your cunt was wet and glossy, and he pressed his face into the palm of your hand when he realized just how much time he had wasted being anything other than yours. and he had always been yours, but fuck, why hadn't he ever told you?

"youre so pretty, luv..." he smoothed his other hand up your back, tangling his fingers in your hair and tugging just enough to make you moan. "so pretty...so bloody wet...have you always been like this?"

you nod, unable to speak. his fingers spread your puffy folds apart, a soft wet sound that makes you cry. you want him to put those fingers inside of you, to make you ride his hand until you see nothing but white, but you just cant seem to form any words.

"oh, luv...youre a bloody mess..." he chuckled a bit. "fuckin' hell...let me see you--"

he picked up the skirt of your dress, his dark eyes flickering down. he cursed his breath, fisting the lace of your panties and ripping them right off. you whimpered as he tossed them onto the floor.

"christ, luv, can't believe i ever let this cunt be with another man. look at ya. it's fuckin' christmas mornin', aye?"

"you hate christmas--"

"dunno. could be more inclined if i got to have you in the mornin'."

"fuck you--"

"not yet, sweetheart."

simon never really thought you were much of a singer. but the crying and the begging and the moaning was music--and he was learning how to play you just right.

fingers teasing your cunt, he can feel the way your body aches for something more--something big and eager and warm, something that needs you badly, but fuck--you're so pretty with his name in your mouth and your cum on his fingers.

mine, mine, mine--

he grunted when you gripped his wrist, steadying his fingers enough so you could sink down on them. he groaned lowly, watching you tilt your head back and ride his fingers. sinking those gorgeous hips down again and again, putting his hand to use in a way that felt wrong up until now. fuck holding a sniper rifle and putting bad men to sleep--his hand was made to please you, that much was clear to him now.

you were so tight. grinding slow against him, dripping down his fingers, crying out when his thumb moved a gentle circle over your clit and his fingers slipped up enough to graze a pretty spot inside of you.

"nnngghhh--simon--"

"that's it, luv...'s it..."

you laid your forehead against his, nodding along to his words but your thoughts were only on the feeling of him. one finger, a second finger, a third--fucking up into you and feeling the squeezing of your soft walls and touching you in every way that made you dizzy and warm and cock-drunk--

"fuck, fuck, fuck--!"

you sobbed against his covered mouth as you came over his hand, a cloud of euphoria and pleasure and the soft thoughts of him that seemed to string together in some wonderful, hazy picture of him. simon was all hard lines, rough edges, the cut of broken glass or the wrong end of a gun, but it never mattered to you.

simon was the beginning and the end, of what, you weren't sure, but he was the beginning of something and definitely the end of it.

his eyes were on yours, dark, beautiful eyes that never lost their gentleness even when they should've been permanently black with his rage. simon was not angry. simon was not bent on revenge or eager to kill or smiling the face of death.

no, simon was in love. simon was so fucking in love.

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CANT SLEEP - ( c.s )

REQUESTED**

summary- chris stumbles across your instagram late at night, unable to contain himself from participating in some self pleasure. but when he accidentally likes an old post, things get even steamier.

warnings- onlyfans!reader x subby-ish!chris, phone (?) sex, pretty much smut with a little plot don’t say i didn’t warn you

a/n: say you can’t sleep, baby i know! she’s working late but she’s definitely not a singer! anyways i hope you guys didn’t forget about me and enjoy this little fic. and thank you to the non who requested! (if you hate it im so sorry)

fucking instagram.

chris has a love-hate relationship with social media; it feels annoyingly formal considering the fame, but he’s also mutuals with lots of beautiful women because of it.

so it’s admittedly fun to scroll through the app once he’s alone in his room for the night, just like he is now, tapping his thumb to leave a like on the posts that really catch his eye.

and then a suggestion pops up on his feed, a tempting picture from someone completely different: you.

it’s a newer photo, from a day ago. you’re on the beach somewhere in the caribbean, trendy sunglasses perched on your head, covered only by a skimpy orange bikini.

all dressed up in his favorite color, just by coincidence.

he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, exhaling a long breath out his nose as he analyzes further.

you’re laid out on your stomach by the ocean, ass fully on display as you prop yourself up on your elbows. it only presses your cleavage further together, an entirely mouthwatering sight. the lighting makes your eyes light up, mysterious smile frozen on your face.

call me on my shellphone.

chris smirks slightly at your caption, mainly because he actually does want to hit you up. but instead he clicks on your profile, intent on learning more.

his eyes widen slightly at your following; he can’t believe he’s never seen or heard of you before this. your email is in your bio, along with the pleasant surprise that you’re based in LA. then he sees the only fans link pasted underneath.

and as much as chris wants to click it, he won’t. at least, not yet. so he returns to your public posts, scrolling to find even more enticing photos.

there’s one of you in bed, hair fanned out around you, a suggestive finger between your teeth. you’re promoting a lingerie website, dressed in a sexy red set that leaves very little to the imagination.

then a picture of you leaning over the side of a pool, water beading on the slope of your back as you look down the lense, plush lips parted in faux-surprise.

he’s getting far too excited, and before he knows it he’s palming himself through his pants, admiring all of the revealing angles and outfits. chris finds himself thanking all of the companies sponsoring you.

a moment later he lands on a photo that quite literally leaves him breathless. you’re on your knees, bent over a little vanity stool with your legs spread wide apart. you’re glancing back at the camera, clothed pussy practically begging to escape the tiny blue thong covering it.

he’s applying pressure to his shaft in bursts now, teasing himself as his hips chase his fingers. it’s only when he glances back at his phone that he realizes he’s accidentally liked the post, from over four months ago. he was too focused on the movement of one hand that he forgot about the other.

his cheeks redden immediately, frozen in embarrassment as he yanks his hand away from his lap. he’s not sure what to do, and (un)luckily enough, you’ve already seen that he’s stalking.

when you check the notification you’re surprised, in the middle of your regular scroll now that you’re back in your room for the night. you’re still at a resort in the bahamas, enjoying a much-needed vacation (though you’re still occasionally working).

but looking at chris sturniolo’s big verified account in your likes, on a post from a while ago nonetheless, gets you a little excited. it surprises you, him being on your page, though you’ve always been a bit of a fan.

you click on his profile, going right to his messages since you already follow him. you’re mostly motivated by the fact that you’re buzzing off a few fruity drinks, so you type out two letters and hit send.

hi

the dm comes through his phone a second later. it’s just a simple little word, but chris grows even more sheepish at the fact that you did in fact see his little slip up.

he bites down on the inside of his cheek, unsure of whether or not he should respond. but he’s already in too deep, and he doesn’t want to act like a complete loser to you. so he uses he taps the keyboard.

hey

when you see that he’s answered, you feel yourself get a little bit giddy. you were really hoping you wouldn’t scare him away, and the fact that he’s rising to the challenge impresses you.

nice to see you in my likes

i’m quite the fan

chris’s heart quite literally skips a beat. you’re toying with him, but he also gets the sense that you like it, that you want more. he’s still ridiculously horny, and actually talking to you isn’t helping, but he doesn’t care.

i think i might be a bigger fan of you

it’s far bolder than he normally gets, especially online, and he kind of likes it way more than expected. you can feel your body heating up at his response, rolling over onto your stomach on top of the plush comforter.

your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip, gnawing on it as you consider what you want to say. you don’t want to be too forward, but it’s also the name of the game.

cute :)

what were you doing on my account this late at night christopher

he swears his face can’t get any more red. he instinctively looks at his lap, at his still-hard dick, and he decides that honesty might be the best policy.

lurking

because you turn me on

you fully smile now, happy that he’s continuing to match your energy. it’s impossible to ignore the way you’re throbbing now, imagining all of the dirty ways this conversation could go, so you keep it up.

oh really now

what’re you thinking about hmm

you, in my bed

in my hands

wish i could feel them right now

View Photo

here, specifically ;)

the photo notification sends his heart beating out of control, and his curious finger taps it open without hesitation. it’s a photo of your bare chest, perky tits exposed to the camera, shirt bunched up by your collarbone. your mouth is parted just a bit, and chris audibly sucks in a breath.

he’s already slipped his hand back into his sweats, really stroking his dick this time. he’s so fucking hot and bothered at this point that he’s sensitive as hell, and spreading his own wetness only adds to the effect.

holy shit

want my tongue all over you

chris is fumbling around with the keyboard, toying with himself as he continues the conversation because he never wants it to end.

you don’t want it to either, considering nobody has ever really piqued your interest like chris has. you’re practically dripping from the conversation, already soaking your thin silk shorts.

but at the end of the day this is still your job, and you can’t give everything away for free.

you should video chat me rn

link is in my bio x

and perhaps you underestimated him, because you get a notification a minute later that someone has requested a private video chat, which is insanely expensive to do because of your recent growth.

you know it’s chris, even though his username was definitely randomly generated. but people don’t pay frequently enough for it to be anyone else, so you open the app and initiate the call.

chris nearly crawls out of his skin when his phone starts buzzing, even though he was expecting it. he has no idea why he did this because he’s absolutely terrified, but the need took over and he had to really see you.

and now he is.

the call connects and you pop up, laid back against your pillows with your phone propped up on something he can’t see. you’re already topless, and a moan slips past his lips before he can help it.

“hey there.” you purr, smiling slightly from his little noise.

“fuck, even your voice is sexy.” he groans, bucking into his hand without a second thought.

it just feels so good, and having you on the phone is making it harder and harder for him to slow down. he doesn’t even care how obvious he’s being; why hide it now?

“aw, touching yourself already? how needy, i was hoping you’d wait for me.” you tease, one hand trailing from your neck to your breasts as you speak.

chris takes note of this, breath hitching as he watches you slide your fingers lower. you toy with the waistband of your tiny pajama pants, pulling them down so slowly that it makes him weak.

and then you spread your legs, fully revealing yourself now in the dim lighting from a lamp that’s somewhere out of sight. his mouth hangs open, pupils blown out in pure lust.

“god, i wish i could taste that pretty pussy right now.”

it slips out naturally, which amazes him because he’s never been very confident when it comes to dirty talk. but you bring it out of him.

and the least you can say is that you fucking love it. a sigh passes your lips as your fingers slide over your slit, enjoying his facial expressions as he strokes his own cock.

“mm, i just know your mouth would feel so good,” you praise, yearning for more of him in a way that forces you to continue, “let me see you, baby. wanna watch you get off with me.”

chris’s cheeks flush slightly at the request, but he would do just about anything you asked at this point, so he blindly adjusts his camera angle. now you can see that he’s got his sweats pushed down, shirt resting above his happy trail, dick in one hand while he holds his phone in the other.

“fuck, you’d fill me up perfectly too.” you tell him truthfully, applying more pressure to your clit in fast circles at the sight.

he whimpers as he pumps even faster, spurred on by your words and your actions. he ogles as one hand teases your nipples, simultaneously plunging the other into your cunt.

that’s when chris finally hears a moan slip past your lips, and he swears he’s in heaven.

“shittt.” you slur, driving your two fingers deep into your entrance over and over, wishing they were chris’s instead.

“so fuckin sexy, m’not gonna be able to last much longer.” he compliments, even though he’s barely able to string the sentence together.

not that there would be any right words to describe the way he’s feeling. this is not at all how he thought his day was going to turn out, but it has to be the best turn it could’ve taken. his muscles are tightening, and the familiar pit in his stomach is growing.

“keep going. want you to come for me, pretty boy.” your voice is sultry and strained as you build your own orgasm up, clenching around your own hand as you curl them inside yourself expertly.

chris throws his head back, biting down hard on his lip to contain the primal growl crawling up his throat.

the pet name is just the nail in the coffin. his dick twitches and he knows he’s only a few strokes away from finishing, so he draws it out of himself in a way that allows him to relish the feeling.

the sight of him unraveling makes your head spin, and the rubber band in your own stomach suddenly snaps. you’re a shuddering mess, riding your orgasm out as you whine his name.

usually you’re careful to not let yourself get too into it, never falling deep enough in the fantasy. but then again, it’s not every day that a guy like chris ends up in your likes.

it’s unfamiliar territory for each of you in different way, but at the same time neither of you want this to be the last time you interact. his chest heaves, and you take a brief moment of silence to catch your breath.

“wow, that was…” he trails off, because he has no idea what to say now.

“yeah,” you nod, sly smile lighting your features up, ���i think you’re my new favorite customer.”

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[eph3merall]

I JUST FOUND YOU BUT PLEASE PLEASE ANOTHER STALKER!MATT FIC (for ideas maybe while she’s on facetime with him hes.. yaknow and his camera is on which is more riskier, or another idea is she posted a photo on instagram or something thats a little more on the 18+ side and he… yaknow)

i got u 🙂↕️ piggybacked off an idea kinda ????? been meanin to visit stalker!matt i miss him :( this is sooooo late as well im so so so sorry !!! not proofread i cant STAND rereading things i write

18+ content, suggestive, stalker!matt . dont read if this isnt your cup of tea :)

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matt has a habit of knowing where you are and who you're with at all times. well, most times. sometimes he messed up, a mistake on his part. sure, your sweet, little self is his best friend, and it is wrong for him to do the things he does and think the things he conjures up in his head. but it's so hard not to want to blow your back out or tug at your hair with his dick in your mouth when you just look so pretty on your new instagram photo dump.

matt knows where these photos are taken—you and your little group of friends having gone on a trip by yourselves and driving around cute places. the beach, a flower field, museums, art galleries, you name it. multiple photos of you and various girlfriends posing or sipping drinks, until matt sees some selfies of you guys at a bar.

'what the fuck?' are the words that spew from his mouth when theres suddenly a video playing of you guys downing shots and giggling. the music is loud and the crowd in the video is boisterous and looks most likely high and or drunk. the video is a fairly short one, but he doesn't miss the way a guy is snaking his hands around your waist as you turn and grin at him so prettily.

matt's thumb swipes immediately, not wanting to stare at that sight anymore. he doesn't realize the way his fingers grip his phone a little tighter, blinking at the last image in your new little photo dump.

the dress clinging to your figure was anything but modest, paired with the way you looked with your friend. the shot was a little blurry, the cameraman was probably drunk or something. your friend stood to your right, leaning towards the camera with her upper body. a shocked expression lay on her face, one hand covering her mouth while the other splayed on top of her thigh. her eyes diverted away from the camera.

you, on the other hand, have your ass almost directly facing the camera. wide googly eyes stare at the matt through his screen over your shoulder, your shoulders hunched and hair a pretty mess. the hem of the dress you wore rode up and gave him just a little peek of your ass, and god—his dick strained uncomfortably in his jeans. the way you looked so innocent yet so enticing, knowing nothing is by far innocent in the photo.

the caption of the dump was titled 'with my girls <33', and upon opening the comments there were immediately your friends' usernames hyping you up. specifically the last photo. matt scoffed under his breath at how you responded with your little emojis and what-not. the lingering thought of the guy who briefly showed up in the dump was still in his head, to which he stashed in the back of his brain. because matt will find out who that was.

but first, he can't miss the way his dick twitches ever so slightly in the confines of his jeans and belt.

soon enough, he has his belt strewn haphazardly on the floor of his room and his pants pool at his ankles. tongue prodding his cheek, chest heaving with a heavy exhale as his hand thumbs at his tip. a hiss leaves his mouth and he's spreading the pre that's leaking from his slit down the length of his dick.

his free hand fumbles for his phone that sits on the edge of his desk, swiping to that god forsaken photo that gives him a peek of your ass. a grumbled whine rips from his throat and his hand wraps around his length—starting to pump slowly as his eyes scan over each and every single feature of your body and face in the picture.

matt's fingers grip his phone tighter and your name is falling from his lips in whiny breaths and huffs, the occasional curse getting muttered under his breath. the pace of his fist increases and soon enough he's getting himself off to not only the photo of you—but the scenarios he keeps caged up in his head.

your face stuffed in a pillow with your ass up, his palm splaying across the cheek as his dick rams into you. drool bubbling at the corners of your mouth as he holds your head down on his cock, nose pressing into his pelvis as he feels your gag reflex kick in. your body laid all perfectly on his bed, thighs spread and squirming. his tongue poking at your entrance and his hands gripping the flesh of your hips and thighs, holding down harshly to make sure you don't thrash around so much.

matt doesn't realize he's busting until his balls tighten and your name is chanted over and over again in a whiny breath, like a prayer. his fist slows and his chest heaves up and down with each heavy gasp of air, eyes gazing at the photo on his phone and lingering for a little while.

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goodnight i havent had motivation to do anything recently how are u all i love you guys !!!! if u sent in a req i will get to that just itll be very very slow .....

©eph3merall 2024

[sunflowerrosewood]

Kinks HC ~ Sebastian Michaelis

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings: It's in the name. This will contain filthy smut. Minors DNI! Read at your own risk. Discussing types of kinks

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~The list of kinks of Sebastian is a bit long

~Major Sir Kink

~Moan Sir out and he will immediately take you wherever you two are

~Call him Sir outside the bedroom and a lustful kiss will be placed on your lips 

~Will only allow you to call him Sir unless you want to be edged

~Which if you are a bad girl, it brings out another kink of edging

~He would make it torturous 

~He will find ways to make it through the day

~Making sure to edge you all day and all night

~Sometimes he will do it longer if you refuse to call him Sir

~You've lasted a week once

~While you are talking to Ciel, he'll bring you to an almost orgasm

~Before he backs off

~Loves seeing your cum drip down your legs

~Your soaked panties

~Until the next night and you are begging for some sort of attention

~Begging for him to take you

~Another kink of his is marking your body

~You are his

~No other damn demon will take you away

~So he leaves nasty purple hickies up and down your neck

~And always leave a mark on your shoulder to tell demons to back the fuck off

~Would you believe another kink is just him buried deep in your pussy?

~The hot cavern holding his large and thick cock tight makes his head spin

~He loves when your pussy automatically milks him and has the need for his seed

~So he'll make sure that he is deep in you before spurting his seed

~Cock warming is another kink

~Anytime he is finished with his duties with Ciel, he'll be balls deep in your pussy

~And wont thrust but just hold you

~Which actually makes you fall asleep faster 

~A different kink of his is when you dig your nails in his hair or back

~Sure it causes him some pain

~But damn

~Your eyes are rolled back

~And you have your nails dug in

~Just causes him to pound you harder 

~Where he can hear your moans

~Another major kink is a mix between public masturbation and public humiliation 

~Basically it is the morning after you two had sex and you are physically limping around the manor

~You are whimpering softly 

~You are still extremely sensitive from the night

~And your eyes are still blown wide with lust

~Just for him

~He can touch you and you immediately want more

~He loves seeing other demons growling in jealousy 

~Because you have no underwear on and his cum is dripping down your legs 

~Your nipples are erect under your dress

~His scent all over you 

~To show you are his

~And your pussy is still soaked in your own cum and his

~Ready for the next round 

~He's played with bondage with you

~But only likes when you are tied to the bed where you cant touch him

~And you are pleading to hold on

~So not a major kink

~The last kink is lace

~He loves when you wear lace bras, lace thongs, lace lingerie 

~Sometimes will make you wear lace outfits around the manor

~Ciel is clueless why you have been wearing more lace

~But Sebastian is horny and hard

~Just waiting to pound you deep while you wear your lace outfit

~Looking so innocent

~But saying such vulgar things

[sturniolo04]

We Can't C.S.

Bf!Chris x Gf!Fem!Reader

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

You sat in yours and chris' room waiting for him to get back from the filming, you knew he was going to be stressed so you thought that you would give him something you know he has been wanting, See Chris is a gentleman and doesn't ask for sex while then again you've never even seen him get flustered or have a spot of lust in his eyes.

"Hey baby what are you thinking about?" you turned to Chris and got out of your thoughts, you walked up to him and gave him a kiss then went and shut the door, "so baby I know you've been stressed lately and I know you've waited so long I want to give you something"

He looked at you weird and smiled a little "okay" you sat him down on the bed then sat on his lap and began kissing him slowly moving down his neck as he placed his hands on your waist, you grinded your hips into his as he slipped out a moan, "not even the best part baby"

He picked you up off of his lap and stood up, "Baby whats up" he said as you sat at the end of the bed looking confused. "Well i want to have sex with you" his eyes went wide like he had never even heard that word before "no baby we cant" you gave him a weird look.

"Im sorry why not?" He sat down and grabbed your hand and interlocked them with his, "baby i don't know how, I've never done it" This time your eyes went wide "What about when we would sext?, you seemed like you knew what you were doing there"

"Well the internet is very helpful but when it comes down to real life I don't know where to stick it, if I put it in the right hole. If you really do like it, if its really hurting you, I don't know how to do anything and I don't want to get to do it with you and completely kill it" you laughed a little at how cute he was.

"Chris its okay everybody needs a teacher, how about I teach you everything you need to know about my body?" He smiled at you and nodded, you laid back "first give me your hand, now its easy for you to get horny rather than for me to so foreplay is a must, I'm going to show you what to do with your fingers are you okay with that" he nodded his head

you placed his hand in your pants as you helped his fingers find your clit and slowly rub circles, you let out a small moan as Chris moved fast "Fuck Chris" he smiled as you dragged his fingers down your slit and slipped two in your core making his fingers go in and out of you to your liking. "I love it when you moan" I smiled as he moved his fingers faster and faster as you felt a knot feeling in your stomach "Chris I'm about to cum" as he still continued to move his fingers you came on them and he removed them as he licked them clean.

"Well see you made me cum with your fingers how do you feel?" He looked down at his dick and he was definitely hard,"horny" you smiled down thinking about how you was going to suck his dick for the first time.

Small moan as he shook his head no.

"Has any girl ever put their hands on it?" Again he shook his head no as you undid his belt and took his underwear and shorts off letting his dick spring free and he was huge. You lick his tip and began sucking only on his tip as you jerked off the rest moving down more and more before he came in your mouth.

"How are you so hot" He brought me into a kiss "do you want to continue?" He thought about it as he shook his head no "I want it special not here with my brothers and them being able to walk in at any moment but sometime soon I would like to do that to you again because you looked so hot"

you kissed him as we got dressed and cuddled, Nick burst through the door as he looked at us and smiled " Matt why don't you ever knock we could have been doing something" he let out a small laugh "Chris you don't even know how to get to second base" he walked out as you let out a small laugh.

"Jokes on him we got there today" you laughed as you kissed him and we laid down to go to sleep as Matt ran back into the room "you made it to second?" you looked at Chris as he threw his hands up. "Who told you?" Matt let out a little laugh as he walked in "rule number one always check whos around" you rolled my eyes as you cuddled into Chris' chest and fell asleep.

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[em03z25]

thought number one…

BRO I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HYUNJIN WTF

so enjoy what I’ve wrote below because goddamn ffs

I didn’t grammar check this at all so oops?

warnings below cut

nsfw, smut, minors dni!!!

meandom!hyunjin, inexperiencedsub!reader, hyune is mad & jealous so he takes it out on the reader, implied afab, SWEARING!!, manhandling, degradation (slut, bitch, dumb), ONE slap, Jisung mentioned (thrice), face fucking, implying praise, Hyune calls reader baby a lot, I think that’s all?

“On your fucking knees bitch.”

Hyunjin shoves you down, immediately entangling his hands in your hair with a strong grip. You look up at him with wide eyes, he hadn’t ever been this rough with you before. Confusion laced your face as you furrowed your brows. “What did I-?” You started, but were cut off with a harsh slap on your cheek.

“All fucking night you’ve flashed everyone with that tiny piece of fabric you call a dress. I was patient at first, but once you started talking to Jisung. All giddy, giggling, and excited to catch up? I couldn’t fucking do it anymore.”

He pulled your head up to adjust your posture and leaned you closer to the wall. Back touching it to keep you sitting up straight. The coldness of it sent a shiver down your spine and sparking goosebumps all over your body. Suddenly aware of how cold you were, you pouted. Lips frowning and the bottom one jutting out, you make eye contact with him. All you could see was jealousy and anger in his expression, no flicker of guilt as the tears started to build in your eyes from his strong hold in your hair.

“Are you that much of a dumb pet that you don’t understand when another man is trying to fuck you?”

He raised a brow at you, tugging harder on your hair. You only blinked, half in confusion and half to clear the tears away. “N-no, I- huh?” You whispered, Jisung had never been into you before, and for all you knew, he was SO gay. Yeah, so the 360 spin was to admire the outfit, but in a ‘girlie pop omg’ way, not in a lustful way. Unsure of what to say, you just stare up at Hyunjin. It’s a misunderstanding, but it’s not like he’d listen to your explanation right now anyway. His brain too clouded by jealousy and lust. Also, the desire to stuff your mouth full until all you’re thinking about is him and his touch.

“So you are that fucking dumb? Do I need to remind you who you belong to again, huh baby?”

His other hand gently strokes the reddening mark on your cheek before shifting to his belt. You break eye contact to stare at his growing bulge, was he thinking about you and Jisung the whole way home? Looking back up, you nod quickly while licking your lips, already feeling the arousal pooling in between your legs. You knew he had a quick effect on you, but you’ve only read about the more rough stuff so you weren’t sure how you’d react.

Which then got you thinking about how this all felt like something in one of those stories you read on your kindle. But there’s no way you left one of them open for him to see.. right? Just as the thoughts start to flow, he lets go of your hair to undo his belt and jeans. Pushing them down halfway before palming himself through his boxers. You struggle to focus on where to look, his eyes (dark and full of lust), his mouth (pretty sighs leaving it as he gets himself fully erect), his hands (so veiny and soft looking), his cock?

“Can’t focus baby? Don’t worry, I’ll fix that for you.”

He smirks looking down at you as he grabs your hair again, slightly harder. His other hand pulls out his cock, already red and leaking precum. He grabs it by the base and brought the tip to your lips, tapping slightly. Looking up at him again, he raises his brow with a head tilt. Your mouth opened slightly, but that was enough for Hyunjin to force your head forward. Your mouth enveloping half the length as you blinked up at him more.

“Come on slut, I know you know how to suck my cock. Be a good girl and maybe I’ll play with you after you make me cum, yeah?”

[haveihitanerve]

Stephanie Brown hated Galas. Well, that wasn't exactly true. She loved parties of any kind, and technically a Gala was just a big fancy party. More accurately, she hated the people at Galas. The rich, snooty elite who looked down at her with their perfectly straight noses, a polar opposite of her very crooked nose because one can only spend so long as a vigilante and get your nose broken and set so many times before ones nose loses its original shape. Hated them with their fake pitying looks. The whispers about her being just another street rat. Orphan trash. Which wasn't even true, but Steph preferred it to if they knew the truth. All in all, the company at Galas wasn't particularly pleasant. Which is how she found herself huddled in the far corner, nursing a glass of champagne. “You're not old enough to be drinking that.” rumbled a deep voice. Stephanie almost dropped her glass. As it was, it sloshed around enough to spill onto the front of her dress. “Asshole.” Steph hissed, setting the drink aside and reaching for napkins or something. “Cant you just approach like a regular human?” She griped. Bruce Wayne smirked at her, tugging out his own handkerchief to help her. “No bruce, thats your- pocket thingy.” Steph declined, shoving his hand away. “Stephanie.” Bruce let out a sigh of exasperation. “It doesn't matter. Stop- stop, here.” He leaned forward, dabbing at the spill. Steph grumbled, but dropped her hands, letting him work. “What are you even doing in my sulk corner? Shouldn't you be out there- i dunno, bedazzling the guests?” Bruce chuckled lightly, looking up at her from where he was crouched. “Bedazzling? Sulk corner?” He pulled away, satisfied with his work, standing up straight. Steph crossed her arms. “Ah. I see it now.” Steph uncrossed them. Bruce granted her another listen of his laugh. “I wanted to see you.” Steph raised an eyebrow. “You can see me just fine from over there.” Bruce gave her a look. “Come on, you're dancing now.” “what?? No- no Bruce!” she hissed, but it was too late, he had her hand and was dragging her to the dance floor. “Bruce!” Steph hissed through gritted teeth as he swung her around into a dance pose. “Im not supposed to be here!” She whispered as he led her in a circle, one arm securely on her waist the other steadily holding her hand. Bruce raised a perfect brow. (damn him) “Why not?” Steph looked around at the very obvious eyes on the richest man in the room dancing with her. Steph's cheeks flushed. “I don't- im not one of them.” She gestured at the crowd around them before letting it fall back onto his shoulder. Bruce smiled. “I don't care about that Stephanie.” Steph blushed. “No no i know you don't. But they do.” Bruce shrugged. “Who cares what they think? I’m the richest man in this entire room. They're just some elite fuckwads. Fuck them if they cant deal with me dancing with my daughter.” 

Steph gaped at him, eyes wide. “I’m sorry did I just die and am in hell? Does Bruce Wayne say fuck in hell?” Bruce rolled his eyes. “And secondly, when did you adopt me?” Now it was Bruce’s turn for his eyes to go wide. “You mean I haven't already?” He gasped. “You have your own room at the manor and I have a headache that is induced by your presence.” Steph scoffed. “Those are all the requirements?” Bruce shrugged. “I mean theres stuff like, I love you, and I would hate to live in a world without you and all that-” Steph wrinkled her nose. Bruce nodded. “Yeah exactly. So those are the main criteria.” He suddenly looked a little nervous. “Are you saying you don't want to be adopted?” Steph rolled her eyes. “Don't get all sentimental on me now B. I mean, maybe?” She shrugged. “I don't know if I fit the requirement.” Bruce stared at her. “Headache. Induced by your presence.” Steph rolled her eyes. “Not your requirements. I could be a fucking delight or a little gremlin and so long as I looked pathetic enough at certain times you'd be willing to adopt me.” She threw a look over at Damian and Jason. “Actually thats not even a requirement.” Bruce scoffed. “I just meant, their requirements.” Bruce looked confused. “The kids? They all love you. In fact, I think you're the least stabbed out of everyone by Damian.” “No i meant- wait really?” Bruce nodded. “Huh.” Steph glanced back over at him, and indeed, Damian even smiled when she caught his eye.  “Anyways.” Steph sighed. “I meant your friends. Society.” She clarified when it was clear he was about to bring up some bullshit about Clark and Diana. “Ah.” Dawning realization swept over Bruces face. “Yeah.” Steph muttered. “Im afraid your ‘ton’ wont take so kindly to another charity cased street rat.” Bruces hold on her hand tightened and Steph looked up in surprise. “Don't.” Bruces voice was uncharacteristically hard. “Don't ever say that about yourself again Stephanie do you hear me? You are not the insults they call you. If it was acceptable for me to rip out their vocal cords everytime i hear them say that sort of stuff about you, about jason and dick and-” Bruce cut off, breathing hard. “Alfred denies me, although he is no fonder of it.” Steph gave a laugh that sounded suspiciously close to a sob. “Okay.” She whispered. Bruce smiled in relief. But Steph wasn't done. “Okay you can adopt me.” If Steph had any doubts of Bruce’s feelings being untrue, the pure elation on his face just then destroyed any of them. That look of pure joy just couldn't be scripted. And so, under the watching eyes of every elite member in Gotham, she threw herself at his neck, wrapping herself around him in a tight hug. She didn't care anymore. After all, they were just some elite fuckwads.

[eomayas]

love without tragedy • jww

pairing: mafia!wonwoo x f!reader

genre: angst, mafia au

synopsis: what is it called when he wont be your boyfriend but acts like he is?

warnings: swearing. mean wonwoo. toxic realtionship. reader is in her early twenties, its unspecified how old wonwoo is but he is older. reader slaps wonwoo

a/n: helloooo i cant get wonu out of my mind so here is a little drabble. he is really mean in this story but thats not how i see my man its just for the purpose of the plot 😭💕

the look he's giving you is enough to make you tremble. you've never felt fear around wonwoo—his job is inherently scary and dangerous, but you've never felt fear of him, though right now that is being put to the test. a cold shiver runs down your spine as he stares at you from across the room. you wish there was an island of distance between the two of you, and not a measly coffee table.

"w-we were j-just dancing," you try, wringing your hands together in front of you. he scoffs through his nose and smirks, but its not sweet. there is malice behind it, like he thinks you're pathetic.

"that's what we're calling it?"

sure, maybe you did do more than dance with jun. maybe he had his hand on your leg and you let him inch it up your dress. and maybe you let him kiss you a couple of times. and sure, they were on the lips, sometimes on the neck. and maybe jun ran in the opposing gang in the city, so you made yourself and your fathers mob a target, which inherently puts wonwoo in the middle of it as well. but can he really blame you? wonwoo won't go out with you, always says its not safe for you to be seen with him. what he's really saying, is that he doesn't want your father—his boss—to find out.

wonwoo stares at you, his nostrils flared and his jaw set. whats making all of this worse, is that he hasn't even yelled yet. anger is practically seeping from his pores, but hes not yelling. "well, you wont go out with me!" you exclaim, throwing your hands up.

"so you go and fuck around with somebody from the other side, all because i wont take you out?" he scoffs at you again as your bottom lip trembles. "you really are a spoiled brat, you know that?"

"don't call me that," you frown at him and he shrugs at you, unfazed by your emotional state and the words he's saying to you. other than the fact that you were kissing the opposition, you don't know why he cares so much—there are plenty of other men that work for your father that can handle this.

"its what you are—you think you can have whatever you want, whenever you want," he says bitterly.

your frown deepens, and you almost threaten telling your father, but you know he'll just call you childish. its what he always does when you two argue about something stupid and you pull the dad card. "you're not even my boyfriend, so i don't know why you give a shit," wonwoos nose twitches at the B-word, and you know you've struck a nerve. if theres a couple ways to get under his skin, its to threaten him with your dad and point out the truth to him. "im not yours to worry about. there are plenty of people who do that anyway."

when he doesnt say anything, you keep going. "and so what if jun is with the other side? he doesn't seem to mind being out with me—something you can't handle! you won't even be my boyfriend, so what i do, and who i do it with, is none of your fucking concern."

"watch your fucking mouth, y/n," you're visibly taken aback at his words and his tone. wonwoo rarely, if ever, swears at you. he'll swear in your everyday conversations, but its never towards you. not even when you swear at him, like right now, does he ever do it back.

staring at him with wide eyes, a million thoughts race through your head, the first one being: when did i start being afraid of him? "dont talk to me like that," you say, a slight tremor in your voice.

"don't pull that card now, you've been cussing at me all night," wonwoo spits, puffing his chest out. "that's that spoiled brat shit i'm talking about! you think the entire fucking world revolves around you, but it doesn't!" you can't handle his sudden change in temperament, and your hands ball into fists at your sides.

"quit fucking talking to me like that."

"i'll talk to you how i want to talk to you-" the slap happens before you even realize what you've done, your feet carrying you over to him on autopilot. its not until you pull your hand away from his cheek that you register what you've done, the hurt on his face.

anger flashes on his features, and you have a split second to panic. you tense up, waiting for him to yell at you, but instead he only takes a deep breath and shifts his gaze away from you. "wonwoo..." you whisper, bringing your finger tips up to touch your lips. a red mark in the vague shape on your hand spreads across his pale cheek, and you swallow the lump in your throat. "wonwoo, i..." you trail off, because you don't know how to finish that sentence—you are far from sorry, feeling vindicated because, in your eyes, he did deserve it.

wonwoo runs a hand over his face and opens his mouth, but rethinks and closes it into a thin line. shaking his head, he shrugs on his jacket and grabs his belongings from your coffee table. he slips past you wordlessly and your eyes trail him as he walks out of your apartment, a sort of darkness settling over the room as you're left to stand alone.

wonwoo doesn't call, and after the fifth day you start to lose your mind. the day after the incident, you hardly thought about him, and when you did, it made you angry. the second day, you started to feel his absence, but it wasn't nearly as violent as it feels right now. the tears started on the third day, and haven't stopped. its only now that the guilt has settled in, your dry phone practically taunting you every time that you touch it.

"kwannie, i miss him!" you moan, burying your face into a pillow and letting out a scream. your best friend, seungkwan, gently pats your head and you sigh, turning your head to the side to look at him. "do you think he'll call?"

seungkwan presses his lips into a line and glances around his bedroom. "y/n, you slapped him," he reminds you, making you wrinkle your nose. "and you haven't apologized yet. i would't want to talk to you either."

"okay, but he deserved it! he was being disrespectful!"

"but you put your hands on him. you should have let, like, mingyu or somebody—if not your dad—deal with him," seungkwan says, referring to another one of your fathers men. and seungkwan is right; even though mingyu and wonwoo are friends, you know that his loyalty to your father comes first, which means that you come first. any of his men could have handled it adequately.

sighing, you sit up and hug the pillow to your chest. "he is so..." you groan into the pillow and hold it there for a few seconds. wonwoo is a piece of work. he's quiet and hard to read at times, and can't always give you a clear answer on what the two of you have. he says things that hurt your feelings. but he's also a confidant, your protector, while being something similar to a boyfriend. you trust him more than you trust yourself at times, and sometimes what you feel for him is so intense you wonder if you're making it all up.

its hard to trace when your realtionship with wonwoo began. you've known him since you were 20 years old, him appearing seemingly out of nowhere one day when you came home for a weekend in college. he introduced himself politely, but hardly asked about you or offered any information about himself. you went back to campus with your brain on him and him only. it wasn't until that summer that you saw more of him, but you two hardly interacted. he was always around but never quite where you needed him. your paths hardly ever crossed, unless it was the rare times you happened to be passing by him in the hallway or kitchen. a few months later, when you were home for winter break, you ran into him early in the morning. you'd just come back from a work out and ran into him in the kitchen. he was leaned up against the island, tapping away on his phone and he looked up when he heard your footsteps. you spoke first, saying good morning and asking him how he’s been. he returned the conversation and from there, every time you saw him you two at least spoke.

from then on, you exchanged numbers. he’d text you sporadically, checking in on you and asking you about your classes, life, etc. the texts turned to phone calls, late into the night when you were tucked in and he was just getting home from whatever job he’d finished. he never really told you what he did, but you knew. when you’d ask, he’d just say he handled something for your father, almost like he was trying to protect you from his reality, but you knew—you’d grown up around this lifestyle from birth. the calls started getting longer too, going from ten minutes, to thirty, and then for an hour, sometimes more. you’d talk about any and everything, so late into the night that you’d hardly get sleep sometimes, nearly missing class or dozing off during lectures. but you didn’t care, as long as you got to talk to wonwoo.

for spring break that year, you didn’t plan to come home, having plans to go out of town with your friends. b ur you cut your trip short by two days, and came home instead. everybody was surprised to see you, especially your father who wasn't expecting you. you just lied and told him you wanted to surprise him, but that was far from the truth. you were itching to see wonwoo, even if only for a few minutes because of his other duties. it was hours before you finally got to see him, and when you did it was late. you were hot tubbing, and you heard the backdoor open, his dark figure emerging. you called out to him and he walked to the edge of the hot tub, squatting down in front of you. your heart was racing as he looked down at you, and you got goosebumps despite being in warm water. not much was said between the two of you, but it was like there was an electric current flowing between the two of you. you asked him about his day, and he gave you the answer he gives you all the time: "it was a day." and then he asked you, and you said: "better." as in, better now that he's here in front of you. you raised your body out of the water a bit, the water coming up to the bottom of you ribcage. wonwoo shamelessly checked you out, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. you moved to the edge of the tub, standing directly in front of him, his eyes darting between your bikini clad chest and your eyes. you stood up taller, this time most of your body coming out of the water, to get as close as possible to his face without touching him. he asked you: "do you know what you're doing?" to which you replied: "im positive i know what i'm doing." and then you kissed him, pressing your wet body against his extremely dry and clothed one, your hands gripping the edge of the hot tub. he kissed you with a hunger that made you breathless, and you gripped the front of his black jacket, nearly yanking him into the hot tub with you. when you pulled back to look in his inky dark eyes, you knew you were a goner.

letting out a breath, you let go and drag your hands over your face, closing your eyes. "i just don't get him sometimes," for nearly two years, you have been playing a sick game of cat and mouse with him. you think you have him, and then he'll say something to remind you that you in fact, don't. but he always has you, as much as it pains you to admit it. "h-he says he can't be my boyfriend. but when i try to go out—if i even look at another man—he goes crazy. kwan, i don't even know how he knew where i was. i didn't tell him i was going out."

seungkwan swallows and avoids your eyes. you glare at him, trying to meet his gaze. "seungkwan."

"yes?"

you hold eye contact for a second before he quickly looks away, and you gasp. "seungkwan, what the fuck!" you shout, jumping off of your bed. he holds his hands up in surrender, his eyes wide and pleading.

"y/n, i'm sorry! but he called me randomly, and said that you weren't answering! and he knew i wasn't with you because i picked up the phone, and i swear i wasn't going to tell him, but..." seungkwan trails off and you scoff, shaking your head.

"but what?"

"but... you know wonwoo: he's intimidating. and i don't want any problems with him. i'm really sorry, y/n. but i felt like i had no choice."

you frown at seungkwans words, the gears in your head turning. he had no choice? "did he threaten you?" you ask your best friend, your stomach churning. seungkwan... he's not like the rest of them. his father is also a mob leader and does dealing with your own father, which is how you two know each other. he is your longest and first friend. seungkwan isn't involved in any mob activities per his mother, who made it known that his father was not to involve her only son in any of that business. everybody knows to leave seungkwan alone, that he's like you: off limits. but clearly, your not-boyfriend doesn't know the rules.

seungkwan waves vaguely in the air and you see red for a moment before snatching your purse off of the nightstand and pocketing your phone. "y/n, where are you going?"

"i'll be back," is all you say before running out of his house and down to your car, hopping in and speeding the one place you can guarantee to find wonwoo.

pulling up to the club, you swing your car into a spot and scan the parking lot looking for his black mercedes. you spot it glimmering in the evening sun, and scoff before jumping out. you hardly have to talk to anybody when you walk in and make you way to the very back where wonwoo and five of your fathers men do business outside of your house.

a cloud of smoke hits your face when you push the door open, and you scrunch your face up. the first person you come in contact with is joshua, your fathers right hand man who you've known for the greater part of your life. when your father wasn't around, joshua was. he was more like an uncle to you, practically raising you. "hey, princess," he says, a smile on his face.

"where is wonwoo?" you ask, eyes surveying the room. you see mingyu, minghao, jeonghan, and vernon, but not the man you are here for.

"that's how you greet me?" joshua asks, tilting his head to the side. you don't feel like arguing, so you give him a quick hug paired with a kiss on the cheek. "why are you looking for wonwoo?" he asks.

you bite the inside of you cheek, trying to come up with a lie on the fly, until the door to another room opens, and wonwoo emerges buttoning the first three buttons on his shirt, followed by a dancer. your stomach drops, and you feel like laughing and crying at the same time. wonwoo doesn't acknowledge the woman and turns away from her, meeting your eye in the process. guilt and shock pass quickly over his features, before he composes himself and carries on like he didn't see him.

marching over to him, you stand in front of him as he takes a seat on the couch in the room. "wonwoo, we need to talk," you say, putting your hands on your hips. he picks up a glass of brown liquor and drains its remaining contents.

"then talk."

"in private," you say, widening your eyes. he sighs and stands up, starting to walk over to the room he just came out of. "i'm not talking to you in there." you say, a hint of disgust in your voice.

"then talk," he barks, the room quieting down a bit. your face burns in embarrassment, hating the way he's treating you. he stares up at you like there's better things he could be doing, his gaze hard.

"you're such an asshole."

wonwoo shrugs. "oh well."

"you know what, wonwoo? fuck you. i know you threatened boo the other night, so you can just fuck off! you can fuck with me—fine—but leave seungkwan out of it!"

his nose twitches like it did the other night, but this time you don't stick around to wait for him to explode. you leave just as quickly as you'd shown up.

once outside, the tears start. you lean against the side of the building and sob into your hands. you don't know how, or why, for that matter, you let wonwoo treat you this way. but he's not always like this— you've seen sides of him that prove it. but its been nearly two years of push and pull, him doing both the pushing and pulling. he pushes you away while simultaneously pulling you to him. he knows that you'll follow him wherever he goes.

[dykecassidy]

its 2:30am and i cant sleep, have fic of my wrestling oc its 2k words from 3 years ago i like this one so u have to by niceys

It was kind of a company outing. Tony paid the first round of drinks, but it wasn’t official, and most people left after that. Greg, Dustin, and Jim hung around. It was Greg’s home town, and it was actually a bar he liked. They kept shooting the shit, Jim fussing with his button up, Dustin and Greg both undoing theirs, showing their undershirts.

A few people hung around, but as the hours eked on, most were gone.

“Hey,” Dustin said, clunking his pint glass onto the table, pointing with his chin. “New kid’s still here.” The other two looked over, a little obviously, but it didn’t matter. A relatively new sign, MJF’s showy little protege, Priss. Or their real name, Riley, but they seemed surprised when anyone called them that. 

They were alone, on a barstool at an appropriately tall table. Alone and staring at their phone, tapping away— huffing, leaning their head on their fist.

“...Are they even old enough to drink?” Greg asked.

“They still let you in— it’s a work thing,” Dustin argued, and Jim still stared. He rested his chin in his palm, watching them.

“Looks like they were ditched,” he said finally.

Dustin gave half interested “oh, yeah?” which was enough for Jim to keep going.

“They keep looking around, and they’re typing up a novel it looks like.” 

All three of them focused now. Riley was obviously dressed for a night out, most everyone had been, body con dress and tights, and they kept bringing a hand to their face, carefully wiping away mascara before it could run. 

“You don’t think Max ditched them, do you?” Greg asked, “I thought he actually liked the kid.”

“He’s a kid,” Dustin said, “it’s fucking weird that he’s mentoring someone.”

Jim drummed his fingers on his glass, still watching. Riley would type for a bit, stop, seemingly check something on their phone, and then rifle through the cardholder on their case, pulling everything out, putting it back, looking for something.

Jim stood and strode over, not listening to Dustin asking where the hell he was going. 

“Hey,” Jim said, drumming his fingers on the table. Riley looked up at him, eyes wide and red— they had been crying. “You alright?” he asked.

“Uh,” they stuttered, “yeah. Yeah, just— Max isn’t texting me back, and he’s got my hotel key, so I’m just freaking out a little.”

Jim leaned his elbows on the table, making it wobble, dropping his head. “The front desk should give you a new key,” he said, deciding not to ask why Max had it, when it presumably wasn’t his hotel room—

“That’s what i thought, but he booked it instead of the company, and his name is on everything so they won’t even confirm he’s got a room booked.”

Ah.

“Pretty shit of him to ditch you, huh.” If he couldn’t help, he’d at least try to make them feel a little better. 

“He didn’t— I’m sure he just forgot, I asked him to hang onto it because I don’t have any pockets.” Riley finally put down their phone, and looked Jim in the face when they talked to him. “Why’d you come over here, anyway?”

It was a good question. Jim was friendly at work, yeah, but he really didn’t run in the same circles as Riley; they were part of the younger crowd, and Jim hung around the people he’d known about a decade. They weren’t even from the same sides of the country, they had no reason to talk to each other— Jim had every excuse to pretend he never even saw them, let alone come over.

He shrugged. “Why not?”

Riley looked at him. The kind of bitchy look they’d give in ring— he’d seen it on the monitors, on tv even. He didn’t know them, yeah, but he liked to keep tabs on interesting talent.

“Well, I’m fine—”

“You can come sit with us,” Jim cut them off. Riley stared at him, and he turned, pointed back to the table Dustin and Greg were at, pretending like they weren’t watching at all. Greg tried to smile invitingly, and Dustin waved.

Riley looked like… Like a 19 year old on a ruined night out had been offered to sit with a bunch of men closer to double their age. 

“Or not!” Jim said quickly. “Just thought you might wanna be ditched next to people, that’s all—”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’ll— okay, I’ll come sit with you.” As Riley said that, they slid off the stool and—

“You really bump up your billed, huh?”

Their elbow rammed into his side, the rest of their body following soon, putting their weight into the joint.

They could tuck so nicely under his arm. He could just— grab them, if he wanted. If he’d worn a suit jacket, he could drop it on their shoulder later, outside later in the night, and it would hang cartoonishly large on them.

He didn’t, of course. He barely knew them. Instead he just bowed his body away, taking a step away, hand over where they’d jabbed him. 

Riley jumped in easy. It was clear they were social— Jim and Dustin were nerds, just grown up, and Greg was a weird in-between, not standoffish to new people, but he didn’t exactly look for situations to meet people. It wasn’t long at all before the four of them were laughing, talking like good friends. Riley’s postured relaxed, leaning across the table, standing up and getting loud. Their hair had been down, a change from their usual, classic ponytail, and as the night wore on, they messily put it up.

By chance, they glanced at their phone.

“He texted back!”

Jim couldn’t help himself; he leaned over and peeked. The texts from Riley went out of the screen, repeated frequent questions of ‘where did you go?’ and ‘you have my key’. The last thing they sent was “Hello????”

And Max had responded “hi”

Hours later, read receipts popping up on all the previous texts.

Jim watched Riley type out a quick message; ‘you have my hotel key, where can i meet you to grab it?’

Seen.

Typing.

Typing.

No response.

Riley dropped their phone to the table with a clatter, leaning back in their seat. “Great,” they huffed. “Hope he’s at least using it without me.” Their jaw tightened, folding their arms over their chest, chin crinkling, so so obviously trying not to cry. 

“Me and Dust are booked at the same hotel everyone else is,” Jim said, “why don’t you come with us and see if anyone’s up for splitting? Or if they can get you a room there anyway, since you’re staff.”

Jim was seated closest to Riley, could turn to face them. He watched their lips purse, jaw relax and set. Their tongue swipe over their teeth under their lips. 

“I guess we could try,” they mumbled. 

They called ubers, and the group meandered outside to wait. Greg’s was first, and he was just heading home. He patted Riley on the head, said he’d see them next week.

It was just Riley standing between Jim and Dustin, arms folded tight over their body, shoulders raised. The cold of the night was sharp, but Dusin and Jim were warmed artificially by their beers, capillaries open and coursing heat through them. 

Jim didn’t move a muscle as RIley pressed their arm to his, stood closer to him just to press against him.

Two cars arrived at once, one ordered by Riley, and one by Dustin for him and Jim to share— until Riley grabbed at Jim’s sleeve.

Their mouth hung open. 

“I just— when i uber, i share my location with, like, Max, in case something happens, but he’s like, MIA, so…”

“Oh,” Jim said. Of course. He started to pull out his phone; Riley was in that little dress and tights, of course, and even though they were a wrestler, that didn’t stop some whackjob on a gig job taking you on a joyride.

“Ride with me?” they asked, and he whipped his head up. He must’ve looked baffled, so they kept talking. “We’re going the same way, and I’d just—”

“Jim,” Dustin called, from his uber. Halfway into the backseat, impatient. Jim tilted his head towards Riley, gave a little frown. It clicked to Dustin, or he was pissy enough to move on, and he waved, climbing in and shutting the door.

So Jim was across the backseat from Riley, whom he’d spoken maybe ten words to prior to this night. He could feel exactly how tipsy he was on the drive, surreptitiously pressing his knuckles to his cheeks, feeling how warm his face was. Red as hell probably, too, across the backseat from— tight dress, short but with long sleeves, black nylons, high blonde pony tail and worn off makeup. He looked like some drunk sleez taking home an ingenue— not even home, to a hotel. 

Jesus, Jim. 

Anything he could think to do just… just looked worse. What did he care what some uber driver thought of him? Nothing, but he couldn’t shut his brain up about it. Maybe Riley was thinking about it too, maybe that’s why they were so quiet about it— rethinking asking, realizing they hadn’t gotten themself in any better a situation. 

Or they were just tired.

Maybe, James, they were out at a work function with their mentor, and he ditched them at a bar, and they were a little stressed out about how that meant they didn’t know where they’d be sleeping tonight. 

Hopefully the hotel would be able to do something for the kid. 

The rest of the ride was a blur, and Dustin was waiting in the lobby for them— nice of him.

He also waited while Riley found out there was nothing the hotel could do for them. They were fully booked. Unless they found someone willing to split, they'd be sleeping in the lobby— no hotel would rent out a room to someone under 21.

Riley stood at the edge of the reception desk, phone gripped in their hands, glaring at it like it might produce a bed. Max, presumably, still wasn't answering. Their only bet was to split with someone.

"Don't say shit," Jim hissed at Dustin.

before he could even process that, Jim was by Riley again. "Hey," he said, just like the first time, ducking his head low. "if you want…"

He could feel Dustin never letting him live this down, but whatever. He'd spent plenty of nights at 19 sleeping at bus stops in weird towns, that didn't mean he had to let some other kid now do it too. At least he'd had pants and a jacket when he had to, anyway.

Riley did want to. A little reserved, yeah, but when he said he could just double up with Dustin if they'd be more comfortable, they got kind of this… kicked dog look. They didn't say anything either way on that, so he said they could pick when they got up there.

Up there, and they wanted Jim to stay. Grabbing onto his shirt, asking if it was alright, right in front of Dustin, which… yeesh. It all made him blush, which didn't help the fucking look Dustin was judging him with.

But whatever. it was a big room, anyway— not a double, but there was a couch. And they were a kid— he wasn't gonna let them sleep in a hotel lobby until someone else came to help them out. not when he could.

And— yeah, Jim didn't really know Riley. different circles. but he had an impression of them. Brash, and loud, and really fitting to be MJFs mentee. They played the part well. it had barely been a few hours, but he was seeing how wrong that was. They had this high strung anxiety, a self depreciating streak in the center of their mean one. 

They were almost sweet. demurely sat up in his hotel bed, taking their tights off underneath the covers, asking if they could borrow something to sleep in—

Christ.

Maybe, digging though his suitcase until he found a shirt he didnt really plan on wearing, Dustin was right. Maybe Dustin was right to eye Jim the way he was, like he was a fucking—

He tossed the shirt to Riley and promptly put himself to bed on the too soft hotel couch, still fully dressed. He was just trying to do the right thing, dammit. That was all.

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Resending this because I'm an idiot and sent it half finished

So I think a day out with possessive mommy wanda would be so nice. She'd get you all dressed up in a cute little outfit and have you do a little twirl to show it off. She'll look you up and down telling you how pretty you look for her while you fluster under her intense gaze. As a reward for being so good for her recently she's decided to take you shopping.

Wanda will spoil you endlessly, buying anything you want. She'll rest her hand on your ass while you're walking to the next shop because she always wants to be touching you in whichever way she can. That way anyone who looks at you will know you're taken, and also by the dark marks she littered all over your neck the night before that she refused to let you cover up. You get a little embarrassed but you know you're proud to be hers. When you make a pitstop at a cafe for lunch, she'll have you sit on her lap, one arm wrapped securely around your waist and one resting on your thigh. Of course Wanda will order for you, she knows your favourite snack and drink anyway.

For the end of the day, she'll surprise you with one more reward and will let you eat her out as she knows how much you love her taste. She'll then allow you to choose what toy she uses to fuck you with and will fuck you till you cant think about anything but her.

-🦎

i firmly believe that wanda picks out your outfits for you. she's all like, "let mommy dress you baby, i want to pick he perfect outfit for my perfect girl," and you fall for it every time. she practically just makes you melt, and so here you are in one of the shortest skirts you own, floundering under wanda's intense green eyes.

"you look so beautiful, darling." she'd husk out, and you'd just get even more flustered than you already are, reminding her that you have things to get done today.

she'd reward you for being so on top of things by promising a reward while you're out for the day. it seems like the second you even hint at wanting something, she's already put it in the cart. you can't help but start to get needy, with the way her hand is dangerously low on your waist, her fingers brushing the sweet of your backside every so often.

you're tugging your hair around your shoulders, trying to hide the dark hickeys she'd marked you with the night before, but wanda just smiles at you and brushes it right back behind your ears, leaning in to whisper, "don't hide them, darling. i want everyone to know that you're mine."

of course, you take one look at her wide green eyes, and find that you can't deny her anything. so, you walk around with your head held high, and wanda doesn't think she's ever been this desperate in public before.

she can barely make it through the late lunch you have, what with you squirming all over her lap. her hand on your hip stops most of the movement, but she watches the flush gradually make its way up your neck and onto your pretty face.

"let me order for you baby. remember, mommy knows what's best for you." she'd murmur, and you'd agree, satisfied with the choice she picked out for you.

by the time you get home, wanda's so fucking proud of you that she just can't hold herself back any longer. she practically throws you onto the bed, ripping her clothes off as you squirm out of your own, before positioning herself above your eager tongue.

"as a reward for being so good for me, now you get to eat mommy out and make her feel good." she'd say, and you'd barely have enough time to nod before your mouth is covered by her dripping core.

you barely remember the rest of the night, the taste of her lingering on your tongue as she rewards you with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

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hehehehehe thank u so much for this one i wrote this with a rising fever so if its bad, im sorry

dw, i'm about to go take some medicine rn but i had to get the thoughts out

[bellaxgiornata]

I'm just too excited not to share, but there's another short and very unedited snippet from Break the Tension below the cut. This one is from part two tentatively titled "The Rehearsal Dinner." I'm stepping out of my comfort zone working on this one y'all--especially working through the brain fog and exhaustion. This isn't my usual Matt x Reader dynamic.

“Except,” you found yourself saying, surprising even yourself with the way your tongue had been loosened by the glasses of wine you’d had with dinner, “I’m pretty sure it's the other way around. Because looking at you right now, Murdock, I’d say you’re the one who wants to know what it would be like with me.”

Oh that was an unexpected twist indeed. One you were going to enjoy in more ways than one this weekend. Because maybe you’d thought about fucking Matt in college, back before he’d become quite so mean to you that you couldn’t bear the sight of him, but now you considered taking what you wanted from him. Maybe you’d find out if he really was as great in bed as everyone praised him to be, but that’s all you’d do. Take what you wanted. And you weren’t going to make this easy on him in the slightest–he was far too cocky to begin with.

You saw the moment his jaw clenched, the muscle jumping agitatedly in his cheek. He bit down harder on his bottom lip, his shoulders tensing at your voice.

A jolt of curiosity sparked inside of you at his reaction, your nerves dissipating. Had that been it all along? Had Matthew Murdock actually wanted you back then? Was that why he was being an asshole to you now, coming into your room uninvited and making these flirtatious advances? Because he still wanted you?

Consider it payback, you thought. You beautiful asshole.

When he hadn’t denied your comment outright, you figured now was as good a time as any to test your theory. You took a step closer to Matt, leaving the pair of you now only inches apart. Immediately you heard a rumbling within his chest at the movement, the noise something almost animalistic that sent a shudder straight up your spine. A pleased smile grew wide across your lips when his hands fisted the fabric of your dress even tighter in his hands.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” you murmured, tilting your face up towards his. “Tell me, Murdock,” you whispered, bringing your mouth closer to his as you spoke, “how often did you think about fucking me?”

“You’ve got a mouth on you, sweetheart,” Matt shot back.

“And how often have you thought about it on you, hmm?” you countered.

Matt’s bottom lip rolled out from beneath his teeth, his lips twitching as they thinned out along his face. It looked like he was struggling before you, torn between making a snarky comeback or fighting the urge to kiss you. Especially with how you’d leaned up towards him, your mouth only the slightest distance from his. You could feel his warm breath brushing over your lips as you stood there, the rush of adrenaline from having such an unexpected effect on him easily going to your head–and your cunt. 

Almost as if in slow motion, Matt dove forward to press his mouth to yours, but you abruptly stepped back from him. He immediately froze in place, head canting to the side as his dark brows knitted together beneath his glasses. His lips pressed firmly together as his expression shifted to one of confusion, and the sight left you grinning in satisfaction once again. 

[writtenbydarling]

Dancing Lessons

We sat in the car for a good while when Eden started shifting in her seat, „What is it princess?” I asked politely. The rustling of her dress reminded me of how I had watched her putting it on. A few thousand layers of fabric hugging every curve so tightly that I only wanted to dive underneath and get comfortable between her delicious thighs.

„I hope I meet my fathers expectations…” she whispered and I snapped out of my daydream, „Of course you will! You look beautiful.” I was trying to be reassuring but it seemed to have the opposite effect. „Because thats the only thing important to him, at least when it comes to me.” She scoffed, I slowed down a bit and searched for her eyes in the mirror. „Princess.” More a command to pay attention to me than a friendly question. She looked up and her pretty green eyes drew me in as always. „You are far more than beautiful, but it is your burden to not be seen for those things, trust me, I understand.” Her expression changed from pissed off to sad, sad for me, almost compassionate. „I am sorry for how I treated you in the beginning. That wasn’t very ’royal’ of me.” I just had to laugh, „You are nothing compared to my early days, trust me. Back then things happened to me on a daily base that you people today would die at. Those were different times, darker times…” I fixed my eyes on the street in front of the hood.

„I cant wait to dance with you!” She sounded so excited but I only tensed up when she placed a hand on my shoulder, leaning in from her place at the backseat „I…” I didn't exactly knew how to react to that. „Honestly, I…” I started the sentence once more, my fingers white-knuckling the stirring wheel, „Fuck..! I can’t dance.” I almost spat the words out. A few hundred years of surviving had left me with an incredible skillset, at least when it came to hunting and killing. But I had never felt the need to dance, or did I had the time.

Edens eyes grew wide and her hand slowly retreated from my shoulder. „Pull over.” She ordered me, „Why, is everything alright?” I searched for anything that could have caught her attention, but besides a few trees and never ending fields of grain there wasn’t anything to see on the road. „Just do it, please.” She insisted. I did as told, muscles taunt as she practically jumped out of the car and onto the street. I was just unbuckling my seatbelt when she was already out of the door. So naturally I picked up the pace and met her at the hood of the car. „What is happening Eden, why are we getting out of the car?” I had my orders and I had no interest of defying the man that gave them to me, not with such precious cargo. But she only smiled, then grabbed both my hands. „Place this one on my hip. Yes, like that. And this one under my arm, yes.” She nudged me into the right positions. „And now right foot forward, the left one is going here…” she taped her sole where I was supposed to place mine, then she pulled me flush against her chest.

After a few minutes I was able to actually lead her, the steps weren’t that complicated after all, I even attempted a little twirl. „This is not so bad, you are doing wonderful!” I shook my head, „Stop talking bullshit. Is this really what you want to be seen with? You look so elegant and I look like I am about to murder someone.” With her heels on she was almost able to look directly into my eyes. „Thats so hot, tell me more.” A grin flashed across my face, growing wider when her tone turned a little more seductive.

„Well… once I devoured a woman, she was screaming and begging and pleading for me to stop.” I wrapped my hand around her neck, applying pressure to the sides. „I could swear she was about to pass out.” Eden leaned back into my hand, eyes closed and a dirty smile showed on her face. „I bet she felt like she was about to meet god.” She whispered while I kissed her throat, then she giggled. „And i bet you made her see god multiple times that night.”

I bent down a little and placed my arm underneath her thighs, lifting her up and sitting her down on the hood of the car. „I made her scream my name, so I think yes, I did..” I paused as I smelled her arousal. „Oh princess, you enjoy it way to much when we talk about how I make you come undone over and over again underneath me. You need to stop, or I will do it again right here and now where anyone could see us.”

Her cheeks turned bright red, „We would be late…” she whimpered when I pushed my hips between her legs. „Then stop getting excited when I talk about violence.” I teased, shoving up her skirts. „Stop talking about it like it is exciting.” She moaned, weakly trying to push my hand away. „But it is. And i love it. Almost as much as this view right before me.” I couldn’t resist to get a little taste at least, that much she owed me. So i ripped her shimmering tights and buried my face between her plush thighs until I had her screaming again, but before she could finish, I stopped. 

„You are way too delicious, but you were right. We need to get on the road again.” I simply carried her to the backseat and buckled her up while she threw dirty looks into my direction. „Ripping my clothes and not letting me finish? I should have you whipped publicly.” She complained. „Princess, either we continue to drive or I’ll give you a little head start before I play with you. I bet this dress looks wonderful shredded to pieces, full of dirt while you’re crawling away from me…” A low growl escapes my throat at the thought of her running from me, only to get captured and…

„Fuck, yes we need to go now.” I closed her door and cursed myself, this woman would be the death of me and I’d happily welcome it, but until then I knew where my favorite place was in this world.

[taihjj]

And They Were Roommates...

Adult!Megumi, Nanami, & Gojo | Random | NSFW

Summary: Jjk characters as your roommates with your horny ass

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☆ Megumi ☆

He can hear your whimpers every single night, jusy trying to get off. As a man with a few words, he tries to ignore you despite the painful pulses in his short. But you forget he's not really a man of patience (as much as he tries deny it)

One night he just completely done. His body was twitching the way his body was turned on, his cock painfully erected in his shorts. He was just trying to get some rest but the soft whimpers, small gasps and faint sound of your cunt squelching with the sound of your finger, he so fucking done.

He barges in your room, slamming it open. You jumped on your bed, crawling back till you're stuck to your bed frame. He inches his way to you, crawling on your bed, grabbing your cheeks with one hand, squeezing them together. His body completely overshadows your smaller frame.

"When will you shut the fuck up every fucking night?"

"Do you want to get fuck that badly? Then I'll fuck you till you cant think of anything but my cock"

☆ Nanami ☆

He knows you got a tiny crush on him. Kodos to Gojo. The blonde also knows that you've been in and out of the apartment with different men every night to get your mind else where. All because you believe "you shouldn't think about your roommate and colleague that way"

Every night he sees you getting ready for who know who, wearing the most tightest dress or bodysuit, all dolled up that it completely aches his stupid body to touch. God you were mesmerising every single time.

"Hey Kento, can you help me with this zipper?"

Nanami hums and walks his way to your room. He sees you again fitting a dress, hugging the curves of your body.

"Can you help me please?", your voice almost a whimper.

He throats down the lump on his throat. As his hands grip the zipper, almost his animalistic ways found its way out of his conciousness.

"Wha-Kento!"

He zips it down, revealing your soft tits. He immediately grabs them as his mouth trailed kisses on the back of your neck.

"If you liked me so much, you couldve said so"

"I'm the only one who's gonna see you like this, yeah?"

☆ Gojo ☆

He's the most realest asshole you'll ever meet. Since he knows his little rommate took a liking on him, hes such a tease.

He walks out his room shirtless and sweaty from his light workouts. Towel hanging just below his waist when you're around the living room. And the most that he has done was kissing the lobe of your ear as surpise when your in front of him.

Gojo really believes hes the ultimate teaser. Until, he realizes that you always kept the bathroom unlock everytime you shower. Its not far from his room, a little bit opening on the door and he could see the shadow of your ass formed from the curtain. It got this clown fucked up.

His mind took over, he struts his way inside the shower room. He could hear your small whimpers? Why were you whimpering? Oh shit.

" G-Gojo-san?!"

He saw you completely lewd on the the tiles, legs wide open as your fingers stuck inside your cunt. Small cums glittering on the tiled floor.

He didnt think twice, he crouches down to your height, settling his head between your thighs. You were about to retort till you felt a sharp slap on your cunt.

"Tsk, didnt know you were such a slut. Hiding to fuck this little cunt while leaving the door open? Its like your asking for me to fuck you"

"N-no, I-I'm sorry i didnt mean to- ah!"

"Bad girls don't talk. Now shut up and let me eat you up"

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[mr-bas00nist]

Discoveries

Vittorio x Male Reader

Summary: After accidentally killing on Fabrizo’s students,Vittorio gets sent to his uncles place.

Cw- Blood and death

Vittorio breathes in sharply washing his hands continuously in the scalding water. He had just killed a man. Whether it was an accident or on purpose he died because of Vittorio.

Vittorio keeps washing his hands trying to get the non-existent blood off of them.

He felt like his whole body needed to be dumbed in bleach to get the metaphorical grime off of him. After a few more washes he examines his now dry hands.

He still could see blood in his mind. When he looked into the mirror all he could see was a bloodied murderer. Himself.

Vittorio heard a knock on his door. He turns around to see his mother walking inside. “Si Mamma?” Yes mom? Vittorio manages to speak without any shakiness in his voice.

“tuo padre ha bisogno di parlarti.” Your father needs to talk to you. Vittorio pauses for a moment. He sighs nodding.

After Vittorio finishes in the shower he quickly gets dressed heading downstairs to get an earful from his father. He stops in the dining hall awaiting for his father to recognize his presence.

His fathers gaze switches to him. “Vittorio, Fabrizio dice che adesso ti rifiuti di prendere un'arma è così?” Vittorio, Fabrizio says that you now refuse to pick up a weapon is that so?

“si padre.” Yes father. Vittorio quickly answers not meeting his fathers harsh gaze. “e perché?” And why is that?. “sono stato coinvolto nella morte di un altro allievo di Fabrizio. quando si stava precipitando verso di me cadde sul suo pugnale.” i was involved in the death of another student of Fabrizio's. when he was rushing at me he fell on his dagger.

His father roles his eyes. “Vittorio che è stato un incidente, hai fatto quello che dovevi fare.” Vittorio that was an accident, you did what you had to do. Vittorio grits his teeth.

“quello che dovevo fare,” what I had to do Vittorio mocks. “non volevo allenarmi in primo luogo!” i didn't want to train in the first place!

His father slams his hands on the table walking to Vittorio. “Non me ne frega un cazzo di quello che vuoi, non parlarmi mai così MAI più!” I don't give a fuck what you want, do not ever speak to me like that EVER again!

Vittorio simply just glares at his Father. “Perché non puoi essere come i tuoi fratelli?” Why cant you be like your brothers? His father asks. Vittorio scoffs. “perché non sono loro.” Because I’m not them.

Albert laughs. “Bene, vuoi essere così? essere mio ospite! sei fuori Vittorio!” Fine, you wanna be like that? be my guest! your out Vittorio. Caterina’s eyes go wide as she runs to Albert trying to convince him not to send Vittorio away. Vittorio glares at his father before waking to his room to pack up.

Vittorio angrily begins taking stuff out his room and putting it in a bag. He mumbles to himself about his ‘stupid father’ and ‘perfect brothers.’ Vittorio sighs looking at his packed bag making sure he’s got everything he needs.

Once he’s all done he walks down the grand staircase meeting his fathers gaze. He sees his mother still begging his father to not kick him out. He also turns his head to the left seeing his older brothers standing there with an unreadable emotion on their faces.

“Non lasciare che la porta ti colpisca mentre esci.” Do not let the door hit you on the way out. Vittorio scowls at his father. His mother rushes to him hugging him while crying. Vittorio tells her it’ll be alright to which she nods at him sorrowfully. “fuori ora.” out now his father speaks.

Vittorio gives one last look before walking out the doors. Uncle Renzo’s guards quickly picked Vittorio up escorting him to Renzo’s. When they get back Vittorio looks around with an amazed look on his face.

Bookshelves beyond belief, a giant fireplace to keep warm and comfortable leather couches. Vittorio sat down on one of the couches waiting for his uncle. “Vittorio, how are you?” His uncle smiles with an interested look on his face.

He sits down next to Vittorio looking at the young man. “quanto posso essere bravo?” Renzo sighs. “English Vittorio it’s been years since I’ve spoken Italian.” Vittorio snickers. “Respectfully uncle Renzo, how good can I be?” Renzo laughs.

“Im not sure but it’s common courtesy to ask. So your father kicked you out?” Vittorio nods. “How come?” Renzo asks curiously. “Because I refused to pick up a sword after I killed a man.” Vittorio states not meeting Renzo’s gaze.

“Fabrizio made one of his men attack me, i refused to fight him so I dodged him. He impaled himself with the knife. He bled out in a few seconds.”

“Vittorio, that is not your fault if anything it is Fabrizio’s fault. He should not have sent a boy to battle you.” Vittorio refuses to meet his gaze as he tears up a little. “But I will not pester you about it any longer.” Renzo smiles.

“Uncle Renzo, father said you do not battle yourself either. Is that true?” Renzo smiles brightly. “I prefer the pacifist route, war solves nothing.” Vittorio nods agreeing.

“I bury myself in the secrets of the world, discoveries and expeditions are my passion not blood and murder.”

For the first time since forever Vittorio never felt so understood. It was not common to find someone who wasn’t obsessed with blood and guts. It broke Vittorio’s heart to see people who thought that was how the world worked and would always work.

They sit in silence for a moment until Renzo speaks. “Vittorio would you like to accompany me on a journey one day?” Vittorio looked up at Renzo’s soft gaze. He nods with a smile. Renzo sighs with relief. “I’m glad to have someone with the same ideals of me. Especially someone so close.”

Vittorio and Renzo’s eyes were locked with each other before a guard broke there conversation up. “Sir one of the military leaders would like to speak to you.” They say. “Is that so? Alright than. Vittorio, I’ll be back please make yourself comfortable.”

Vittorio nods watching his uncle walk out the grand estate with a guard. Vittorio sighs walking around the living room. He looked through the numerous bookshelves dragging his finger across each book. He stops at a book taking it out.

Vittorio tilts his head looking at it with intrigue. ‘Lapis Paradisus.’ He sighs taking the book to the couch and beginning to read it. He looks at the cover over curiously. It was navy blue with a rough texture bounded by a gold spine.

He begins reading obviously interested in the book. He continues reading it getting more and more interested by the book by the second. He continues reading throughout the night taking book after book after book. By the time he was done he had 10 books stacked beside him.

Exhaustion finally catches up to Vittorio and he falls asleep on the luxurious couch.

Renzo later walks in with his guards to see Vittorio passed out on the couch. Renzo laughs walking up to Vittorio but the books catch his eyes. These were his expedition plans? Each one had notes in it that he knew Vittorio wrote based on the Italian.

His uncle reads them curiously as a smile creeps up on his face. “He’s perfect for this.”

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HELLOOOOO (once again)

i saw your post about the pairing thing w the gta v characters and i was hoping you could do me <3

so first off i’m 5’9, i’m black and i have brown eyes and black hair! I wear basically anything i feel comfortable in (like baggy shirts, gym shorts, you name it) i don’t mind dressing up for certain occasions but i’d rather be comfy asf! People always say i look older than i really am most time, i don’t have clear skin, i have bumps and acne scars on my face and lots of like dry skin :/ Not the skinniest nor the fattest person, but I have thick thighs, a handful of stomach but not too much, and like idk how to explain but my ass is like big but kinda wide at the same time 😭

I love art and i do art a lot! It’s something i’m really passionate about! I’m not really the best with kids i think, and people say i’m a good listener and i’m usually easily trusted with since i’m kinda funny nonchalant person! (⚠️TW: SH) I don’t have thoughts about suicide but i have like homicidal thoughts (i would like plan out a murder and choose the people) and it’s gets outta hand to where i dream about it…key note i have depression, anxiety, and ADHD and it kinda makes it hard for me to control my emotions and things, and once i feel outta balanced one day i feel unbalanced the whole week or so…i’m not really insecure but if someone made a remark on my body, i’d think about it all day long which would bring mood all the fuck down. moving on, music taste: tbh if i like a song, ima add it to my playlist and that’s that! but the ones i like a lot are:

Sticky- Ravyn Lenae

Charlie Feathers- I Cant Hardly Stand It

Moving On- Matt Martians

GIRL- Syd/The Internet

Daze- Steve Lacy

Sweet Transvestive- Rocky Horror Picture Show/Frank Furter

Out The Game- Mart Martians

Uhh- Framed

She- Tyler, The Creator and Frank Ocean

Cocaine Sunday- Eyedress

On & On- Erykah Badu

I Only Have Eyes For You- The Flamingos

Slipknot- Red Flag

Do Ya Like- Childish Gambino

Bonfire- Childish Gambino

Dark Red- Steve Lacy

Moonlight- Kali Uchis

I think that’s all <3

I match you with Lamar

Due to being incredibly tall himself, he loves a woman that reached the ‘above average’ line. Lamar would admire your sense of style as he’s the same! Very casual, quite comfortable and still good looking.

He loves your body shape. Lamar has eyes for thick thighs and great curves and you might have caught his attention, straight away. He’ll constantly compliment you with some moments of affection (because he’s a tease).

Lamar would also watch you do art. He finds your talent very impressive! He may annoy you, asking for a portrait drawing of him or asking you to draw a naked drawing of yourself (come on, you know he would!!) Lamar likes how you are a good listener as well. He has always been depicted as ‘dumb’ and having someone take interest in his words, you may have hooked him around your finger.

Nevertheless, your tendencies to plan out homicidal activities would not startle Lamar. If it really affected you badly, he’ll be there and by your side. He may not know how to help correctly but he’s always got your back. The same to your emotional phases. Lamar is quite the… gangster so he’s not intimidated by anger or sudden emotions. Besides, he cares for you greatly and will remind you of your beauties and great qualities.

You may share the same music taste as well! Lamar loves finding people with good music and you had taken him by storm. He’ll definitely chill out with you and share songs that you’ll love.

(A/N: Heyyy!! You sound so pretty. Thank you for requesting! It’s my pleasure!)

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i kind of cooked myself because the way my surgeon was making me feel about the results before hand had me thinking i was gonna have some solid a cups that look fem as hell but now the bandages are off and i can see her, it looks exactly the way id originally pictured in my head before she said all that shit. like i was under the impression i would have some femminine little bitch titties that would look cute as hell in a bra blah blah blah. I get these damn bandages off and I could full on go out in public no shirt on??? like what the fuck??? im happy with the results and like i said, this is what i originally wanted and envisioned. but I took the last 3 weeks mentally preparing myself to have cute little boobs and i do but they are 100% moobs.

I saw some fuck head with an amazing art style draw all these fursonas that were transmasc with big wide hips and nice boobs and fat ass and i guess it just kind of made these confused feelings stated above come boil over. Its only been a day since the bandages came off and I really do love the results but I've always struggled with this idea that to be transmasc I need to be cute. Ive always wanted to be a cute feminine looking man but naturally im not. Im 5'7 and hairy and chubby with broad shoulders and a neck bear that must be trimmed down 3 times a week and a 5 oclock shadow that will be there the moment i clean shave blah blah blah like not only will i never pass as a cis woman ever but i am naturally almost unclockable. people say "you can always tell" like sure my hands and feet are kind of small in proportion and i have a very mild hip but literally no one can tell. and i love that about myself. i feel euphoria looking in the mirror and seeing a big hairy man. its cool and what i signed up for. but theres always that little voice in the back of my head saying "no one is ever gonna love the way you look". and i know thats not entirely true. I know people have been attracted to me before. but its never people i'm really interested in. its always people who are more feminine than me and i just dont know if i could bare that. i have this jealousy of femininity that i cannot achieve.

I want to look cute in dresses and skirts and crop tops and have a slutty midriff and wear lipstick and do my hair. And i can do all these things as I am. I have done all these things as i am and ill do it again and again. but i know i dont give what i want to give. i know that guy standing across the room with the big beard and arms who isnt looking at me wouldn't so much as give me the time of day. and i just cant put my finger on why. maybe its for the same reason im not attracted to feminine people romantically, maybe they think I out man them. maybe they think they look to feminine in their tank tops and cargo shorts and they wish they could unleash the pure unfiltered divorced dad in 2003 essence that i drip with. maybe they think i want to top them. which id be down for as long as thats not all im doing yk??

i have these thoughts a lot and i just needed to get them out because i'm really grappling with the fact that I am so cis passing even if i never really intended to be and that's the life i must live. I'm really not the type to wear a bunch of pride merch but at this point i think that would be the only way i could visibly show i am transgender in public. Because the answer cant be dress cuntier because that only gives transfem-ness when i do it.

I guess a positive is that its kind of cool being so confusing to people but at the same time, i wish i was a little more simple.