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imagine enjoying fiction that glorifies pedophilia at the big age of 22
I wasn't gonna entertain these asks with a real answer but--
Imagine sending hate to a random person you donât know on the internet over a fictional ship that has no bearing on the real world. Couldnât be me, buddy.
Despite you being a waste of my time, I still wrote a cute little oneshot in your honor, anon!
It's a shota Finney dadson au đ
CW for the besties: Underage/Shotacon (Finney is 6), Father/Son Incest, Grooming, Manipulation, Sexually Inexperienced Finney, NSFT/W (Dry Humping & a Handjob)
Innocence Like Yours - ClosetMoth - The Black Phone (2022) [Archive of Our Own]
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LIGHTS, CAMERAS, ACTION.
đŹ includes: aged up! midoriya izuku, bakugĆ katsuki, todoroki shĆtĆ, & kaminark denki; + kirishima eijirĆ cameo!
đŹ warnings: 18+ content, fem! reader, pornstar & quirkless au, oral [m&f giving/receiving], vibrators, lots of fucking, threesome, orgasm torture but gentle, lingerie, shower sex, slight name calling (âslutâ). not proofread so some parts may sound as though they were written by a degenerate
đŹ notes: here is THEE fabled pornstar au. hero names -> pornstar names. i had so much fun writing this â it may be the new crowning jewel of my blog.. after hours of writing, i hope you all enjoy! <3
DEKU.
â known as UA studiosâ sweetheart, he has a wild side that viewers go crazy for! his most successful videos involve pussy eating, anal sex, food play, and ads for sex toys/clothing.
âalright,â the director, iida, says to you, âhave you reviewed the script? do you understand our requirements?â a friendly makeup artist dusts a hint of blush across your cheeks, and smiles at her work. the makeup look is balanced between noticeable and natural â meant to compliment the lingerie adorning your body beneath your short dress.
âyes, iâve reviewed it. no fake moans, of course.â
âthatâs right. everything must be completely natural. weâre trying to sell pleasure, good sex, and lingerie.â
iida smiles at you, and looks around at the staff waiting for his order. âeveryone, please get into position! deku, y/n, remember, you can say cut at any time.â
the cameramen assemble behind their equipment, and iida sits in his chair, script packet in hand. you and deku walk towards the bedroom setup, standing behind the door, preparing to walk on set. âaction!â
deku pulls you into his arms, kissing you hard while one of his hands yanks at the door handle. he rams into it with his shoulder, and the both of you are suddenly beneath the warm set lights looking down into the cozy bedroom. you moan, tipping your head back slightly to suck on one of his soft lips, earning a desperate groan from him. when he pushes his hips against yours, your breath catches in your throat when his clothed cock presses against your thinly covered pelvis. part of you didnât expect him to be this aroused, considering the amount of women heâs been with. you pull back gently, lines from the script flashing in your mind. âi need you so badly, deku.â
deku knows itâs a script, but goddamn do you sound convincing â like you truly want him more than anything. he kisses at your neck, arms wrapped around you, and tugs you with him down onto the bed. now youâre on top of him, in your see-through dress, grinding down on his pelvis and cock desperately. groaning, he flips the two of you over and cages you beneath him with his arms and chest. according to the script, one of his hands should be wandering under your dress and caressing whatever he can touch, but he stares at you instead, enamored with how beautiful you look. he kisses you one last time, and slips off your dress, his eyes going wide at the lacy lingerie adorning your body.
squirming under his gaze, you let your legs fall open, and he leans forward to kiss down your body, starting at your collarbone. he yanks at your bra straps, struggling to get the damn thing off you.
âsit up for me, baby.â deku murmurs, undoing the clasps on your back swiftly and laying you back down on the duvet once the braâs off. going off script again, he squeezes your tits and sucks a nipple into his mouth. âoh, youâre so fucking beautiful.â your face warms and your back arches off the bed, pressing your tits into his face. his large, scarred hands grasp your tits eagerly, and more wetness pools in the underwear youâre supposed to be selling.
your hips jerk and twist beneath and against his own, and he moans loudly, desperately. deku finally pulls away from your tits, and focuses his attention on your clothed pussy. youâve completely wet the lacy underwear through and through, causing it to become skin tight against your pussy; your wet folds are now extra defined.
âwhat a pretty pussy,â deku gasps, slipping his fingers into the crotch part of the underwear and yanking it to the side, exposing your fluttering cunt. with the script and its lines completely abandoned, you and deku make your own ad â âplease, deku, wanna cum for you.â
breathlessly, he grabs your hips and tugs your pussy into his face, your clit bumping against his nose. now propped up against the pillows and fully naked, you watch the way he jerks his hips into the bed through lidded eyes. the sight of his desperation adds to your arousal, and you let out a whimper when he easily slips two fingers into you. deku begins a fast, rough pace with his fingers, pumping them in and out of you mercilessly. he takes your clit between his lips and sucks, switching between sucking and licking. youâre blissed out, eyes rolled back and body trembling â all you can hear are dekuâs moans and the squelches your pussy makes from his fingers.
âoh, deku,â the thought that your throat will be sore from how loud you are tomorrow flashes through your mind briefly, âplease donât stop!â
he grips you tighter, pushes his face into your pussy more, trying to get impossibly closer to you. his hips quicken against the bed, his pants slipping off him. wait, when had he undone them?
you muffle a scream by pressing the back of your hand to your mouth when he starts to curl his fingers inside you, his large fingers hitting the right spots deep inside you and stretching you out. âpleasepleaseplease,â you donât even know what youâre begging for, youâre so far gone. âdeku, donât stop, donât stop, please donât stop!â
suddenly, your hips buck into his face and there are hot sparks inside of your body, all over you. something in your pussy snaps, and you squirt all over him helplessly. the duvet is splashed, and you even get some on your belly and pelvis. deku takes most of your cum right in the face, his eyes closed and his mouth wide open.
shaking, you use your fingers to collect some of the liquid on your pelvis, and then press them into his open mouth. he moans, sucking on your fingers, his own body shaking. you lean forward slightly, eyes widening when you see a very noticeable wet spot on the front of his boxers, and some dampness on the duvet beneath him. his face is completely wet with your slick and squirt, and you cup his cheeks in your hands and kiss him, moaning when you taste yourself.
you both sit like that in silence, panting and coming down from your highs. until you both turn to iida and the cameramen, who look very surprised. he clears his throat. âwe said cut a while ago.â
DYNAMIGHT.
â notorious for his rough demeanor and handling of co-stars, UA studiosâ dynamight is popular internationally. his close friendship with fellow star red riot is revered; very occasionally, they collaborate together.
âokay, is everyone situated?â the director, iida asks, taking a step back to look over the setup. a stage crew member adds a pillow behind red riot, and smooths out the crimson couch cushion.
âhurry up and start fuckinâ filming.â dynamight holds the base of his cock tightly, trying to not lose his erection. youâre positioned between him and red riot, tits out, legs spread and sitting lazily. red riot sits behind you, a ring around the base of his cock, squeezing hard enough for a bit of precum to sit atop the head of his cock.
âbakugo!â he hisses, âno need to be so rude to them. iâm sorry for him, everyone.â typically, the rule is to only call co-stars by their porn names, to protect each otherâs identities, but the three of you are friends outside of the industry, so none of you follow that rule with each other.
âthank you, kirishima.â iida glances at bakugo pointedly, then turns to sit in his directorâs chair. he holds the script packet in his hand, and the clapperboard in the other. âaction!â the cameras begin rolling at the clap.
immediately, bakugo grabs your chin and pulls you into a kiss, nipping at your lips while kirishima takes one of your nipples into his mouth and starts to suck. you moan against bakugoâs lips, your left hand sliding from your side up and into kirishimaâs soft red hair, and you push his head into your chest further. at your right thigh, you feel bakugoâs cock hardening, ready for your attention. your hand wraps around it, thumb rubbing at the sensitive spot below his tip, and he groans, glaring at how kirishimaâs taking up most of your focus. he leans over, and threads his fingers through his hair and tugs him right off your chest.
âoi! dâyou want her pussy or her mouth?â kirishimaâs face flushes, and he glances towards your pelvis silently.
âget on your hands and knees.â bakugoâs command leaves no room for hesitation, and you do exactly what he tells you. kirishima positions himself on his stomach, and places each of his hands on your ass cheeks. while bakugo gestures for you to open your mouth, kirishima presses his face into your pussy, his tongue dragging up and down your slit and collecting all your wetness. his fingers slip inside you, and your eyes fall shut for a moment when he matches bakugoâs pace.
you moan loudly, wiggling your ass back onto kirishimaâs face, your mouth opening for bakugoâs large cock. âtake it, princess.â he says, using a rare nickname. he exhales shakily once his tip passes between your lips, and pushes all the way in, smirking when you choke loudly.
slowly, he pistons his cock in and out of your mouth, speeding up when he hears you moan. you gasp around his cock when kirishima laps at your clit, his tongue silky soft against you. âredâ! donât stop.â your plea is muffled on bakugoâs cock, and he snaps his hips into your mouth faster when he hears you. bakugo groans loudly when he looks over your body, making eye contact with kirishima.
kirishimaâs hands move from your ass cheeks to your hips, and he tugs you closer to him, licking your clit harder. ââŠtaste so sweet,â he moans softly, and you clench on his fingers, jerking your hips back. the faster you cum, the faster he gets to have his way with you when he fucks you. gasping, your eyes travel from bakugoâs pelvis, up his sculpted body, to his face; his brows are knitted in concentration to not cum, and his jaw is slack from the pleasure.
âgonna cum,â you whine, your voice likely unheard over the sounds of bakugoâs groans and your throat being fucked. kirishima hears you, however, and licks your clit through your orgasm. he rises to his knees, uses his hands to spread your ass cheeks, and while youâre still twitching from cumming, he pushes his tip into you. then he snaps his hips forward, his cock sliding all the way inside you and bottoming out.
you gasp loudly, tears forming in your eyes and you stare into bakugoâs eyes. however, he and kirishima exchange a glance, and kirishima starts to fuck you hard and deep, and bakugo matches his pace. choking, you let out a sob at the way youâre being absolutely pounded from both ends. kirishima slaps your ass hard, and tosses his head back in bliss.
âfuck, i needed this. dynamight, should we cover her in cum or fill her up?â
âfill her up, red,â bakugo groans, desperately fighting off his orgasm, âand fuck her harder, for godâs sake.â
one of kirishimaâs hands wanders to the small of your back, and he presses down slightly, keeping the both of you steady. the other hand snakes beneath your belly, and presses hard on your lower stomach, right above your pelvis. then, he slams his hips into you with much more gusto, his sounds reverberating throughout the studio. spit drips from your lips and down your chin, and tears flow freely down your face. kirishimaâs thick cock is so deep inside you, and youâre so full of pressure you feel like you might explode. and bakugo â god, his cockâs stuffing your throat to its limit, and all you can think about is how much you need their cum.
you pull back off bakugoâs cock and bury your face in the couch cushions below you, sobbing as you throw your ass back onto kirishima. when you come back up, gasping, you say to both of them, begging, âfill me up and make me yours.â then you put all of your weight on your knees, and lift your arms to wrap them around bakugoâs waist, tugging him and his sexy adonis belt into your face. your mouth opens, welcoming his cock again, and with the change of position, heâs able to pound your mouth deeply enough for your nose to hit his pelvis.
with kirishimaâs balls smacking into your clit and his cock pounding you so well, plus the added pressure on your lower belly, you find yourself cumming a second time, bakugoâs cock absorbing your loud, whiny moans. that one orgasm causes some sort of chain reaction â as kirishima fucks you through it, you feel another building, then crescendoing just as quickly as it came. but this one is different than the orgasms that preceded it; it feels so much stronger, and your pussy sounds really wet.
bakugoâs cock tightens and you know he canât hold it back anymore. âshit, iâm so close.â
kirishima is the loudest of the three of you, his voice shaking and wavering as he registers that the three of you are all about to cum at the same time. âfuckfuckfuck, cumming, cumââ
ââm gonna cum, gonna cum, gonnaââ
bakugo cups the back of your head harshly, pushing you into his pelvis as he fills up your mouth with an uncharacteristic whimper that he could care less about quieting. your pussy clenches like a vice, and you squirt, spraying kirishimaâs abs and pelvis with your cum. the redhead pushes as deep as he can inside you when he fills you up, and whines as he fucks you through it, his cock screaming with overstimulation. bakugo does the same, overstimulating himself too, and they both collapse towards each other, the three of you knocked out in a pile.
âcut!â iida shouts, and the crew rushes to grab cleanup supplies.
SHĆTĆ.
â one of UA studiosâ most popular stars, shĆtĆ is the audienceâs dream fuck. men and women alike go wild over his simple yet sinful roleplay videos, moans, physique, and gentle yet firm treatment of his co-stars.
ânow, weâve already taken most of the footage for the rest of the film, so the shower scene will wrap this up.â director iida eyes both you and shoto earnestly, then adjusts his glasses. âiâd prefer to shoot this in one take, since itâs the end of the day and iâm sure everyone is raring to clock out.â
âof course, i understand,â you nod, and shoto says, âthatâs right.â
âgreat! youâve read over the script well, yes?â
the two of you nod silently; director iida quickly rushes over to his chair and snatches the clapperboard from his assistant with a whispered thank you. shoto steps out of the bathroom set, and walks into the living room area. you shed your robe and place it on a hanger, then step into the shower, drawing the curtain closed behind you. then, you turn on the water and wait.
âaction!â
having already shot the rest of the footage prior to the shower scene, thereâs no need to waste any time. squeezing a bit of softly scented body wash onto your hands, you lather it up until it becomes bubbly, then you rub it all over your torso, making sure to get plenty of suds onto your tits. scanning the shower for your face wash, you groan audibly when you realize it was misplaced elsewhere in your shared apartment.
âsho!â you call loudly, your heart fluttering at the thought of whatâs coming next. âcould you get my face wash, please?â
you continue washing your body, bubbles sliding from your skin to the floor. you hear faint footsteps in the hallway, then the door opens and shoto says from behind the curtain, âhereâs your face wash, it was in the kitchen, by the sink.â
âthank you!â heâs been watching your silhouette move on the other side of the flowery curtain, face visibly warming at the thought of you being completely naked, this close to him. heâs still holding onto the face wash, now looking at your used panties and shorts on the counter. his eyes are honing in on the damp spot in the middle of your panties, the way it looks just a bit too sticky to be regular discharge â you were horny today, werenât you?
fuck, all he can think about is stealing your panties⊠wrapping them around his cock and using them to help him jerk off to you. the camera zooms in on his hands when he allows himself to pick up your panties, then on his mouth when he brings them to his lips and licks away your slick.
âsho, my face wash?â you ask, sounding confused. your (fake) roommate tosses the panties down, his cock now rock hard in his sweats.
âright, iâm so sorry.â not thinking straight, he snatches the fabric of the shower curtain and its lining and yanks it to the side, exposing you. you, his pretty little roommate, with suds all over her tits, tiny bubbles caught in the fine hairs at your pelvis (yes, he looked. and for a rather long time). youâre surprised, shock and shyness and embarrassment written all over your face, but you donât dare to close the shower curtain and kick him out of the bathroom.
after all, youâd hoped something like this would happen.
following the script, heâs the first to look away as he hands you the face wash. the curtain falls from his grasp; you notice the outline of his cock in his sweats, and he acts as though heâs about to walk away, off to jerk his cock somewhere in his room.
âsho,â your tone is flirtatious, yet oh so needy as you set the face wash down and open the curtain further. âif you donât get the hell in here and fuck me right now, i swear iâllââ
before you know it, his clothes are in a messy pile on the floor, and his cock is bobbing as he gets into the shower with you. your back hits cool tiles and yet all you feel is warmth when shoto kisses you, your heart starting to race as his pelvis meets yours. shoto pulls you off the tiles and closer into his chest, groaning quietly at your soapy tits and hard nipples.
âi canât tell you how long iâve needed this,â he chokes out, squeezing your tits in his hand. âhow iâve always been waiting for this.â
so far, the script is halfway through. âoh yeah?â you reply breathlessly, âyouâre talkinâ like i havenât been waiting either.â
âwaiting for you toâah!âfill me up and fuck me u-until i canât stand.â your body and voice shake as his fingers slip between your thighs, the pads of his fingertips grazing your clit and dipping into your soaked slit.
âyouâre ready, arenât you, babygirl?â the nickname rolls off his tongue easily, âprepped yourself before this shower, yes?â
âyes, shoto.â
âwhat a slut.â
your face burns when you moan involuntarily, hips twisting as he pulls away his fingers. he licks away your wetness, slaps your ass, and whispers heavily, âbend over for me.â
and you do, suds washing off your back since youâre in the stream of the water, both hands planted firmly against the wall. as shoto positions himself behind you, he takes off the shower head; the camera zooms in on your sticky folds, your cunt fluttering at whatâs to come. youâd heard privately from some of shotoâs last co-stars, and rumors from all around the studio â his cock was big, and he knew how to use it to make whoever he was with scream. additionally youâd seen the videos online, clips of him stretching out so many women, their screams of pleasure heard in each.
âfuck!â a shockwave of pleasure rushes through you and you register that shotoâs got the shower head aimed at your clit, and the settings are up high. he slaps your ass hard, and your legs spread slightly. grabbing the base of his cock firmly, he guides his tip between your folds, and pushes in gently. you moan, pushing your ass towards him, desperately wanting his full length. âso fucking eager, huh?â he teases, using his free hand to grip your hip firmly; he draws his hips back, then slams all the way inside you, his cock stretching you close to your limits.
you moan sharply, tears burning in your eyes almost immediately. âg-god, youâre perfect,â he hisses, pressing the shower head closer to you, already pounding you hard.
âisnât this better than taking my panties?â you ask boldly, breathlessly.
âisnât this better than jerking off in your room, listening to me and my hookups fuck?â he questions you smoothly, and your attitude falls away when the head of his cock slams right into your g-spot.
âoh! r-right there, sho, please.â
âi want to hear you,â he insists, âi want to hear you begging fâme.â
âfuck me hard,â you gasp, tears flowing down your cheeks just as the suds on your tits do. âfuck me, and cum inside me, and u-use me how you want to!â
the script is halfway through, as is the scene, but you donât want him to stop. the camera zooms in on where youâre connected to him, his cock wet with your stringy slick as he snaps himself in and out of your creamy pussy.
âi will, i will,â he soothes you, his hand slipping and pressing the shower head flush again your clit. with the settings as high as they are, the water proves to be too much, and you find yourself letting out a scream.
âshoâoh! shoto, iâm cummingââ
he fucks you through your orgasm, his head lolling back as he gasps, beginning to struggle to hold his own back. your body shakes as he continues with his ruthless pounding; you feel dizzy when his cock hits the deepest spots inside of you. the shower head is still at your clit, overstimulating you, and even though your pussy is screaming, you donât remove it.
âfill me up, pleasepleasepleaseâ i need your cum more than anything else!â
only one orgasm and youâre already feeling dumb on his cock, pussy clenching with desperation as his cock twitches inside you.
shoto pictures the panties outside of the shower that heâd had on his face, taking in your scent and taste. he remembers the times heâd heard you indulging in your own pleasure, messing around with your fingers, hoping that youâd one day be full of cock. his cock. your roommate used to toss and turn in his bed before heâd get out the lotion and open your instagram.
(clips will be edited into the current scene by director iida and the rest of the crew.)
âoh god, fuckâ iâm gonna fill you up, and i-i donât want you to wash it out. i want you to be dripping when you come back and i fuck you again.â
his part of the script is over, and itâs now your turn to nod desperately, then beg him for his cum like a good slut, for the sake of the filmâ but youâre not acting like he is.
with a deep, gasping groan, shoto unloads inside of you, his cock twitching as he fills you to the brim, some cum leaking out of the sides of your pussy. he collects it on his fingers, and puts the shower head away, then pushes his fingers into your mouth.
âcut! that was excellent, the two of you! we wonât be needing to do another take.â director iida rushes up to you with praises, and shoto fucks into you shallowly, causing you to gasp.
âletâs meet in my office sometime later,â shoto offers with a smile, âto review the footage.â
CHARGEBOLT.
â sponsored by many sex toy companies, large and small, UA studiosâ chargebolt is recognized by the way he wields his large collection of vibrators! the audience never knows what to expect from him, besides overstimulation of either himself, or his co-star.
after hours, chargeboltâdenki, your best friend from UA studiosâ relaxes with you in your shared apartment and watches movies with you on the couch. occasionally, heâll start his camboy streams in his bedroom, but heâs usually by himself, until tonight.
as he empties a box of vibrators beside his clothed lap, his phone buzzes as more of his fans join his livestream and leave comments. âguys, slow down,â he whines, struggling to read all the comments; his face changes when he reads a certain comment. âWHAT!? WHO JUST TOLD ME TO BEND OVER AND GET OILED UP??â after a pause, he huffs, âguys, iâm so close to making you all pay to join these lives.â
before denki can start talking to his audience again, the door opens rather loudly and he startles, his body jerking.
âwhat are you doing?â you ask, eyes moving from his phone and then to his own slowly. your hand finds its place on your hip, and you lean against the door frame, an eyebrow raised.
denki warms, his mouth suddenly dry. âoh.. iâm on a live stream.â
âso youâre a pornstar in the day, and a camboy in the night?â you chuckle ruefully, pushing off the door frame and walking towards him.
âwell, yeah,â he forces himself to look away from his phone, and keep himself focused on you, standing over him.
chargeboltsballs â he has a gf ??
therockst4r â YOOO WHO IS SHE
sumumiya â istg if he doesnt fuck her
tipsnwhips â OMG SHE SOUNDS HOT ASF
BBYGIRLLL DONATED $20 AND SAID âinvite her onâ
âarenât they curious?â you ask with a giggle, reading some of the comments.
he looks up at you, his face bright red. he canât believe heâs introducing his camboy audience to his best friend with benefits, that he secretly has a crush on. at this point, you might as well be his girlfriend. âuh,â denki struggles to get over the embarrassment and shyness, âwould you mind joining the stream with me?â
âsure,â you sit down cross legged beside him, wearing only a thin pajama top and short shorts. âiâve actually never been on a stream before, what do we do?â
âwe can answer and ask questions, or we can see what people ask of us. i typically do what people ask for donations, or if everyone is in favor of an idea. and there are rules that everyone must follow in here, so nothing bad will be suggested.â
you read a comment, laughing lightly. âno, iâm not his girlfriend. weâre best friends.â
denki notices how easily you laugh it off, and wishes he could find a way to tell you how he really feels. luckily, a commenter comes to the rescue.
Y/NSTITTY DONATED $25 AND SAID âwtf are yâall waiting for?? show us what being fwbs is like! :)â
you and denki scoot away from the camera, and closer to each other â you cup his jaw in your hand and pull him into a smoldering kiss, and he moans desperately, pressing himself closer to you. his hand lands on your back, fingers tugging at the hem of your thin pajama top. meanwhile, your hands insistently yank at the elastic waistband of his sweats.
with half lidded eyes, your lips part, still connected by a thin string of your shared saliva. now on your knees, you quickly rid yourself of your pajama top, and then drag his sweatpants down his legs. you remain in your underwear and shorts; he still has his shirt and boxers.
face hot and chest heaving, you glance towards the phone, which is exploding with comments that are moving far too quickly to read. âwhat next?â you both ask at the same time, his eyes on your tits.
unanimously, the comments are all asking for him to use his vibrators on you. some request that he tortures you with orgasms, others mention that you should be edged. in your UA studios videos, edging is one of your specialties.
hungrily, you fling yourself into his chest, biting and sucking at his neck. your hands pull his cock free from his boxers, which are wet with precum â he moans against your skin, shaking with need. âgonna torture me, hmm?â sloppily, you rub at his cock, thumb circling the wet head deliciously.
âlay back, babe,â denki finds himself saying, his confident persona back again. âgonna set you up here.â
the comments explode with celebration, excited for whatâll come next. you lay back onto the generous amount of towels he has set up, tugging off your shorts and underwear, ass looking soft and oh so delectable.
denki spreads your legs and spins you from your vertical position to a horizontal one, showing off your wet pussy. with some silky restraints, he secures a wand to your left thigh, the head of the vibrator nudging your clit. he repeats the same with your right thigh, your clit now trapped between two vibrators. in all your time being friends with benefits, heâs never used two vibrators on you at once.
âget on your knees,â he says, his cock bobbing as he stands. with greed that unmatches your excitement in your films or clips, you take his cock into your throat, hands rising to his hips to pull him towards your face. immediately, denki finds himself moaning, one hand tangling in your hair and pushing your head down further; his other hand grasps a small black remote that blinks with light.
chargeboltsballs â damn iâve never seen her suck dick like that
coconutsss â they have chemistry fr.
âfuck, you f-feel so good,â denki tosses his head back, turning on both vibrators. your hips jerk as he adjusts them to a low-medium setting, the vibrations hitting your clit and flowing through your body like waves.
he tugs you in, your nose pressing into the finely groomed blonde hairs of his pelvis. you moan loudly, your eyes closing as you lean into the sensations of the vibrators. when they open, denkiâs looking down at you with a flushed face and eyes full of desire.
you slurp down his cock, developing a fast rhythm so good he bites his cheeks and prays for the strength to hold back his load. he turns up the vibrators, easily switching them to the maximum strength.
you choke on his length, eyes watering as you stare into his own, your hips jerking into thin air. still, you donât let this newfound pleasure interfere with your cock sucking â you feel his cock tighten a few times, then realize heâs holding himself back.
âlet me fuck your throat,â he murmurs, gently pushing you back so youâll rest on your knees, soaking in more of the sensation from the vibrators. you moan loudly, âc-chargebolt!â even though you really mean to say his name.
smiling faintly, he presses his cock into your open mouth and cups the back of your head roughly. in and out, he fucks into your mouth, his head falling back every time his tip hits the back of your throat and you gag, tightening around him. between your legs, both vibrators are covered in your slick, dripping onto the floor. your back stiffens when the head of his cock hits a spot thatâs extra deep in your throat, and then you canât take the vibrators any more.
with a desperate whine, you cum hard, your pussy spasming and dripping with more of your juices. tears roll down your cheeks when he keeps fucking your mouth, his pace slowing with a few gasps. the vibrators continue, pushing you through your sensitivity, and you quickly orgasm again, nearly falling onto your back.
denki pulls his cock from your mouth, and instructs you to position yourself in front of the phone. âget on your forearms and knees. i want your face down and your ass up, babe.â
ây-yes!â you agree, reading some of the comments in hopes that theyâll help you ignore the vibrators.
juicybaby6 â heâs so lucky tf!!
grndmsters â wonder how many times sheâll cum⊠betting 6 times
CHARGEISMYMAN DONATED $10 AND SAID âfuck her brains out bro đ«Ąâ
denki laughs, âwill do!â and pushes into your vibrating pussy, groaning loudly at the feeling. youâre so tight around him, so wet and hot â and youâre also vibrating, which feels extra nice on his cock.
âoh, fuck!â you press your face into a towel, nearly squealing when he develops a decent pace, feeling overwhelmed. âiâiâm so sensitive, i donât think i can take it.â
âdonât worry, babe,â denki coos affectionately, âyouâll be perfectly fine.â after the words leave him, he immediately starts to pound you, hand landing sharply against your ass.
you gasp, pushing your ass closer to his cock, body shaking with effort as you hold yourself up. âiâiâm gonna cum again, pleaseââ you want to beg him to turn off the vibrators, but you feel too fucking good to stop. with a cry, you cum again, statin to sob when the vibrations continue.
denki fucks your puffy pussy mercilessly, groaning loudly. âbabe,â he gasps, âiâm gonna âfuck!âcum soon, p-please cum with me!â
just the sounds of his moans have you cumming for a third time. feeling dizzy, you muster out an âmhm, mhm, iâll tryâ as the vibrations begin to feel both pleasureful and painful.
crying, you stare right into the phone at your best friend behind you, at how heâs completely unraveling. comments flood in, thirsting over the both of you and how fucked out you look. denki whines loudly, âoh, iâm cummingâ with me, cum with me baby!â
a scream rips from your throat as he cums inside you, filling you up to the brim and then some. your fourth orgasm of the night hits you like a train, and all you cry out, âdenki!â as your pussy spasms on his cock, feeling a little raw from the vibrators but oh so satisfied. without wasting time, denki rips the tied vibrators from you; they hit the floor loudly, absolutely soaked.
he pulls out for a second and then flips you over and lays you down, pushes back in, and he fucks you until his cum spills out of you, one of his favorite sights. the comments explode with questions and surprise, some pointing out your accidental reveal of denkiâs true name during your orgasm.
he slumps on top of you, face buried in your neck, pecking at your sweaty skin gently. âthank you for joining the stream tonight.. i really had a lot of fun.â
âi can only hope iâll be invited to join more,â you laugh, brushing his hair away from his face.
âare you kidding me? of course!â denki exclaims, nuzzling into your neck now.
the reveal of denkiâs name spreads like wildfire online, and you both wake up cuddling to find that youâve both received angry texts from your managers.
#kurooh#HAPPY 1K !!#maybe do a pt 2 with hawks & others?#mha smut#bnha smut#mha x reader#bnha x reader#deku smut#deku x reader#midoriya smut#midoriya x reader#bakugou smut#bakugou x reader#kirishima smut#kirishima x reader#denki x reader#denki smut
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bestie, beloved mutual, Neptune, I have for real been getting hit on at work by creepy older men and sometimes women multiple times a day, so I was wondering if you could do the more romantically inclined villains witnessing y/n having to deal with several of these people within a short amount of time? You could do any writing style that comes to mind, this is just my way of coping :D ily!!(platonic)
{if this is out of your comfort zone, please message me and kill me :)}
Omg I am so sorry you have to deal with that, as someone whoâs had the same experience, I totally understand your frustration. Hang in there pookie â€ïž
Villains reaction to (Y/N) being creeped on
TW: old man being creepy/harassment (stay safe everyone)
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During their time at Disney Parks, the Villainâs realized they arenât the most evil people there
There was this older park attendant working in the same branch as (Y/N) and of course, in typical creep fashion he. would. not. leave. (Y/N). alone.
When they clock in for work âGood Morning (Y/N), I was thinking about you last night.â
During (Y/N)âs lunch break, heâd try to sit across from them. âI saw some kid spill her drink all over you, I have an extra shirt in my locker if youâd like to come with me and get it.â
God, even when theyâre both supervising interactions with the Villains âI noticed that new Mickey Mouse pin on your chest, I should call you âmy little Disney girlââ
All of this was enough for the Villains to notice, and if theyâre existence wasnât dependent on Disney, they wouldâve flayed this guy the moment he made eye contact with (Y/N)
Each Villain has seen at least one instance of (Y/N)âs coworker hitting on them, and they all have their own idea of how to deal with the creep
Hades wants to tie the creep to the top of the magic castle and let the seagulls eat his liver
Maleficent is shining up her collection of medieval torture devices
Frollo wants him flogged
Facilier is currently sewing up a voodoo doll, all he needs is some of the old manâs hair
Scar is scheming ways to make his hyenas mauling the man look like an accident
Clayton, Gaston, and Sykes just want to shoot the guy
But for now everyone makes sure that (Y/N) isnât alone with the guy, something (Y/N) appreciates more than anything
When (Y/N) come teary eyed to the Villains, you know damn well theyâre gonna be treated like royalty.
Hook cooks the their favorite meal as Hades brings his best jokes to take their mind off being harassed
Cruella actually understands what (Y/N)s going through, having been a female in the male dominated fashion industry during the 50âs
âChin up now dear, donât let some man-thing get to you. Heavens know I had my fare share of degenerates when I started out my illustrious career!â
Even though they canât physically touch the creep, itâs not a surprise that the man eventually disappeared quit
Something about a series of unfortunate circumstances that coincidentally happed in progression that lead him to have a mental breakdown and leave on short notice
When news of the creeps resignation, all the villains were like:
There are only two reasons the Villains could get along. 1. Itâs for (Y/N) 2. The destruction of someoneâs life.
(Y/N) has scary dog privileges, but the scary dogs are middle aged magicians
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Hope you enjoyed! Try not to let those old creeps get you down, theyâre miserable folks who donât deserve the time of day! (And for real a man called me his âlittle Disney girlâ when he noticed my Disney pinâŠ. Iâm 20..)
#disney villains#self insert#disney imagine#disney x reader#disney hades#captain hook#dr facilier#claude frollo#malificent#cruella de vil
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Had this rattling around in the old brain pan- fueled by your incredible writing even more
During the final battle, reader gets badly injured are isolated from the rest of the group. Adam finds her but instead of killing her he offers her a proposition- let him have his way with you (always wondered about demon-strange) and heâll let you live, decline and heâll kill you [and maybe still have his way with you]. Alastor overhears and is NOT having it.
Your Unlikely Hero
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Tags: Minors DNI, Alastor x Reader, Adam threatens rape, non-con, gore, violence, fluff, swearing, traumatic events, Alastor is bad at feelings, Alastor to the rescue.
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Pain slashes through you like an angelic spear as the fatal wound on your leg gushes streams of crimson across your skin. The smell of iron and cinder invade your senses as you struggle to apply pressure to the seeping gash.
âWell, what do we have here?â A voice cuts through the distant screams and explosions that surround you. Your chest tightens when you lock eyes with Adam who approaches you through the debris, a shit eating grin splayed across his unmasked face. Your heart slams in your throat when you see the look of pure malice in his eyes.
You desperately attempt scramble to your feet, only to feel your leg give out, pain shooting through every nerve ending like dynamite. You're immobilized. You have no way out of this.
âFuck,â you shriek, shaking uncontrollably from the adrenaline coursing through your veins, fear ripping through you deeper than the wound. He glides towards you effortlessly with malevolent purpose.
âYou know,â he laughs, grabbing a fistful of you hair to pull you to eye level, your scalp screaming as individual strands breaking free, âI've always been curious to know what you hell-bent degenerates feel like around my cock.â
You screech, the pain in your leg becoming far less urgent as you kick violently to escape his grasp. The warmth of your tears cut through your dirt-covered cheeks when he smashes his lips against yours. You swallow back the acid building in your throat, nauseous from the unwanted advance.
He rips you backwards, his gaze locking onto yours. You tremble when you observe vile smirk on his face, âHow do you like the taste of humanity, bitch?â
âPlease stop,â you beg, hopeful for a shred of compassion.
He throws you to the ground and you feel the back of your head connect against the cement with a sickening thud. Everything spins. The crimson sky above you full of screams as the exorcists launch a full scale attack on everyone you've ever loved. Everything closes in around you as Adam stands over you, ready to have his way.
âAdam!â Chimes a radio filtered voice from behind him, âI know you have a penchent for being a nuisance but unfortunately yÌŽÌÍoÌžÍÌ«uÌ”ÌÌ'Ì·ÌÍvÌ”ÌÌȘe̶ÍÌč Ì·ÌÌ»f̶ÍÍ
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You peak around the angel and see Alastor standing there, his blood red eyes glowing with a rage you had never seen before. Both of his hands are overlapped casually on his cane in front of him â though his stance and expression are anything but casual. His smile holds firm but fury bleeds from his gaze like the saliva dripping down his chin. The furious demon's squared shoulders raise with every irritate breath as he stares down the first man with murderous intent.
A wave of relief flushes through your chest at the sight of him, tears line your eyes but the state of shock you're in prevents them from going further.
âNot yet I haven't.â Adam cackles, standing his ground over his prey.
âHa ha ha, cuteâ guffaws the Radio Demon, tilting his head. He slams the bottom of his cane against the cement. Swirls of shadowy demons and tendrils explode violently from the ground, spawning all around him. His eyes narrow, daring the angel to make a move.
Adam turns toward you and his hand shoots down towards your throat. You choke out a stutter as he drags you up in the air by your jugular. Wind whips the hair free from your tear soaked face as you hang 20 feet over the roof of the hotel.
âYou want your bitch? Come and get her, you fucking pussy.â Adam beckons as you fight for breath, his nails digging into your skin when his hand tightens. You claw desperately at his grasp, fighting to stay conscious as a dark vignette clouds your vision.
âGladly.â Alastor promises, âthough that's an appalling way to talk about a lady.â
Sharp peaks of shadow laced with an electric storm of green fire from Alastorâs position, slamming into Adam, breaking you free from his grasp. You stutter and gasp, your lungs awarded with the sweet taste of oxygen as your airways shoot open â but the relief is short lived when your body begins free falling.
You close your eyes, ready to accept your fate as you plummet towards the scene below you.
To your surprise it wasn't the cement that broke your fall, but instead something much softer. When you open your eyes you find Alastor's face looking down at you, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. You're enveloped by the feeling of security as he holds you tight against his body.
âIt appears as though I'm not the only falling, darling,â coos the demon, pressing his forehead against yours, âI'm sorry I wasn't here sooner.â
You're taken back by the sincere show of emotions from him, âand here I thought you only tolerated me,â you jest, your voice raspy as you continue to fight to catch your breath.
âHeavens, no.â He pulls his head away, reflecting for a moment, âThough Iâll admit, the threat of losing made it clear how much I need you. Let's keep this between us, shall we?â he pauses, âat least for now.â
A smirk forms on your face and you nod in approval. He presses his head to yours once more before setting you down against the wall.
He turns his back to you, facing Adam, who has recovered from the attack, and is menacingly standing a top the broken sign of the hotel.
âAdam â first man, next to die!â
Part 2 now available!
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More like this plz.
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Thinking thoughts about Gerrard deciding, day one, that Diaz is his only ally amidst this group of degenerates. Diaz, with his dead wife and his disabled kid, close enough to be white passing if he ignores the Spanish phrases always coming out in between his sentences.
Eddie, who has Too Much going on to really notice the preferential treatment until he's having drinks with Tommy and Buck and Buck is just railing about what a fucking douche Gerrard is being, and what he'd say if his job wasn't on the line, and how Gerrard seems to have an extra squirrelly bug up his ass about Buck in particular because he's really the only member of the group that actually fits Gerrard's typical bill.
("Except, you know, the part where I really enjoy having a dick up my ass, like that's a personal choice I made just to piss him off, specifically."
"Well I sure hope not," Tommy says, cheesing when Eddie makes a face at the both of them.)
In the face of this realization, Eddie decides he's already torpedoed literally his entire life, so what's a little disrespect to his Captain gonna do?
Eddie responding to every order from Gerrard with an obtuse "Si senor, claro." Eddie listening to Gerrard's commands and then immediately turning to Hen or Chimney with a raised brow like "Sound right to you?" and just waiting there until he gets a head nod from one of them.
Eddie gentle-parenting his way through every homophobic, racist, misogynistic remark that comes out of Gerrard's mouth. "Oh, the preferred term is transgender, Cap." "Actually, Cap, that's a term that's been reclaimed by the community but I'm pretty sure you're not in the community so you shouldn't say that." "Well, Cap, I think you'll be very lucky if she doesn't file a complaint -- were you not around for the whole #metoo moment we had half a decade back?" "They/Them is actually really easy, we use it all the time without realizing it, like, remember when [...]" etc etc.
Clipboard!Buck doesn't get him. Out and proud Hen doesn't get him. "I will talk back I don't care how many times you write me up" Chimney doesn't get him. Ravi constantly serving him the biggest, burntest piece of casserole every time they eat doesn't get him.
Eddie "Baby Runs For President" Diaz is what ultimately does Gerrard in.
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A writing war has now been declared!! Prepare yourself for some of the most degenerate smut to be sent your way. Considering you sent me a Rahu thirst (which I was requesting, thank you) I think it's only fair I send you one back.
Putting a collar around Rahu's neck and tugging at the leash connected to it, and making her go absolutely insane with lust. She's on the brink of losing her self control, the only thing keeping her from doing so is trying to be your obedient dog.
The second you let her between your legs, she's lapping away at your pretty cunt like it's her life line. She's clutching at your thighs, tugging you closer and closer to her as she tries to delve her tongue farther into you. She's going visibly mad with need for you that she's shaking as she holds back from pining you beneath her and fucking wildly into you.
When you teasingly press your foot down onto her visible, aching bulge in her pants, she's whining and going still momentarily as she tries to hold back from cumming in her pants right then and there. Seeing her holding back so well, you can't keep denying her what she wants, so with a tug of the leash you pull her on top of you.
The second Rahu has permission to do what she wants to you, she's gonna be rutting her cock so deep inside you that your sure she's gonna unintentionally break you apart. She's holding onto you so tightly, biting onto your shoulder till she draws blood to hold herself back somewhat from losing complete control.
She's licking at the bite mark soon after, trying to soothe the pain while she fucks her cock in and out. You'll tug on the leash multiple times when your close or you were want her to kiss you, and Rahu so obediently presses her lips against yours in a sloppy kiss and moves faster into you to get you over the edge.
Finally, when Rahu reaches her climax, she's burying her cock so deep inside you, filling you up with a cry. She has her arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you up slightly as her hips stutter into you with each rope of cum she releases, before dropping you onto the bed and collapsing on top of you, breathing heavily and nuzzling against your neck as you recover from your highs.
MnddjskmMskamaa OMMMMGGGG Fuckinâ hells, Sin đđŠ This is making my simp for Rahu EVEN WORSE đ
I hope you enjoy đ đââïžđš
Warnings: NSFW under the cut! Sub! Rahu, Female! Reader
There are times where Rahu will completely be obedient, staying between your legs and lapping at your pussy. It's your speed and firmness, what you say goes. She won't ever touch herself until she has permission, even if she's shaking. She feels her body heating up with each second ticking by. You can tease her and tell her not to cum. She's behaved so well that she hasn't even bit you once!
She'll whine but still feverishly eat you out. Her whole life depends on it. Her tongue expertly explores you entirely, it dips into your weeping hole and she moves to suck your clit. She doesn't close her eyes during this, she looks you in the eyes! Hers are glowing the silver as she loses herself more and more into you.
She's being so good this time! There wasn't a need for the collar. Your hair is tangled in her silky locks as you bite your lower lip, grinding into her mouth.
âSuch a good puppy..â You'd purr, pressing her face closer to you as a reward. She cries into you, sending the vibrations throughout your body. You've lost count of how many orgasms ripped through your body. You told her not to waste a single drop of your slick, warning her of the punishment if she did.
If she listens to your every word, giving her submission to you completely; you'll have to ease her onto you. Every touch you do to her aching and angry cock, she'll groan and wait for you to tell her to take you. Expect to be taken until she is fully satisfied! It might be an all night endeavor until she's a panting, oozing mess on top of you.
#path to nowhere#ptn#path to nowhere x reader#ptn x reader#path to nowhere rahu#ptn rahu#path to nowhere rahu x reader#ptn rahu x reader#rahu x reader
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đ study session ...!
cw ... modern!college au, established relationship, cunnilingus, finger fucking, degradation (term slut used), basically smut w/o plot?, reader uses afab terms, horny appreciation for scaras fingers bc yes <33
synopsis ... scara is studying and finds you having some trouble getting yourself off... so he helps you ;)
just pure smutty indulgence bc im a horny mf. requests are open bc i love hearing yalls thoughts :3 also,, this is the first smut ive written in literal YEARS so im rlly sorry if it's not the best ajhsksjs, hope you degenerates enjoy it just as much as i did writing it tho <3
scaramouche had been studying recently for an upcoming final in one of his classes, his notes scattered across his desk as he looked over all of them. he sighs begrudgingly, why did classes have to be so annoying? he really didn't have a choice however, with nahida having convinced him to attend because, quote unquote, "maybe it could help him make friends". he didn't need any anyways; he already had you. you were enough for him in his eyes.
he had some headphones on, hoping to help him focus on his studies. he heard a few muffled sounds coming from your side of the room, but didn't bother to look over to you as he needed to keep focused. he had assumed you were just on call with one of your friends, most likely venti or someone else he found just as annoying.
it wasn't until he heard a quiet whimper through his headphones that pulled him out of his thoughts, turning to face the white separation wall that divided your areas, put in place so that scara wouldn't be bothered when you had friends over. he stood up out of his rolling desk chair, walking over to the wall as he stepped around the corner, before laying his eyes on your fucked out face, as you bit into your shirt to silent your moans while you rubbed your clit and fucked yourself on your fingers in an attempt to pleasure yourself, but it wasn't enough; you needed his fingers. ever since you first felt them inside of you, your own could never compare.
when you finally noticed his presence, a surprised gasp filled your chest as your cheeks flushed a hot shade of pink from embarrassment.
"I-I thought you were studying!" you spoke almost in a whimper, your voice clinging to a higher pitch as your fingers immediately stopped moving, whining quietly from the loss of pleasure.
"you think I can focus on that shit when all I can hear is your moans from the other side of the room?" scaramouche spoke in an annoyed tone, but the dark lust that flooded his eyes could tell you otherwise. he was going to fuck you properly, make it so that you couldn't fathom trying to please yourself on your own, so you could only be satisfied with his fingers and his only.
"you having some trouble down here?" he spoke tauntingly, as if reading your mind. he stepped closer to your bed, a smirk painting his lips as you shuddered, the sight of him alone making you wetter by the second.
"I bet all you could think about were my fingers, huh?" he teased on, his fingers trailing down your leg to your needy cunt, a breathy sigh leaving your lips as he easily slotted himself between your plump thighs. his fingers spread your pussy lips, ghosting just barely above your clit, waiting for a response from those sweet lips of yours that he just loved to steal the breath from.
"y-yes...," a small whimper leaving your mouth as you spoke, and that was enough for him. his fingers brushed against your cunt while he leaned down to lick your bottom lip, pressing you into an open mouthed kiss as his index and middle finger gently rubbed your clit in tight circles before dipping them into your drenched hole. he ate up every moan and plea that left your lips, enjoying every second of being the source of your pleasurable sounds.
once he pulled back from your lips, he curled his fingers in just the right way that sent a shudder up your spine, arching your back as you let out a moan from his fingers pressing against your sweet spot just perfectly. he laughed softly at the sight, slipping back and leaning his head down towards your wet pussy.
"what, are you that desperate for my fingers, slut?" he laughed to himself, his breath hot against your cunt, kissing it softly before giving it a small kitten lick to see your reaction. a whine of desperation spilled from your mouth as one of your hands shot down to tangle your fingers into his dark hair, your legs threatening to close around his head. he used his free hand to press your thighs back down, looking up at you with a stern look that made you absolutely melt against his touch. he smirked when you easily submitted to him, growing hard in his own pants just from the sight of it. flattening his tongue, he licked a line from your hole to your clit as his fingers continued to busily fuck into your tight walls.
your head fell back against the pillow of your bed, his actions pulling moan after moan from you as your hand in his hair allowed you to mindlessly grind your hips up against his mouth helplessly. sucking on your clit as he kept finger fucking into your wet hole, you could almost feel him smirk against your pussy as you felt the knot of pleasure tighten in your core. he could tell you were close, just as your legs were shaking, your hips stuttering as your orgasm overcame you - a loud, lewd moan drawn from your lips as scaramouche continued to thrust his fingers in and out of your hole to help you ride out your ecstasy. he could almost cum untouched in his tightening pants only from the view of your pretty, fucked out face as you grinded your hips against his mouth, but he had other plans.
as you finished while he lapped up your release, he sat up from between your legs, leaning down to capture you in a kiss, mixed with the bitter taste of your cum on his tongue. he grinded his clothed dick against your cunt, a grunt leaving his lips as he pulled back to finally take a good look at the beautifully lustful mess he had turned you into.
'Fuck studying', he thought, the only thing he was gonna study right now was your delicious body, and he was gonna make you cum on his cock until you passed out tonight...
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Sorry for blowing up your inbox, but you've really got my creative juices flowing. So I want to expand on 2 ideas.
No. 1
Shrike Harpy Reader w/ oblivious Graves (bc from my knowledge, he's usually a vampire or regular guy) or Ghost (bc he was human before)
In which Shrike reader is getting progressively more obvious with their advances bc Ghost/Graves don't understand. The particular idea I had was where they think it's some kind of threat or prank. So reader is getting more obvious, and they think that the threat/prank is getting more intense.
That would be hilarious! Obviously, they will either find out or be told about the advances eventually. But the idea that you are courting them and they miss the mark entirely is so funny to me. Especially if their teammates laugh and refuse to tell them the obvious truth.
No. 2
Going off of the spider's sexual dimorphism + a different version of monster au. Pairing spider hybrid reader w/ octopus (cthulhu?) König (if you do reqs for him), where spider reader looks at him and is like:
So you're telling me there's an eight-legged hybrid, approximately five times my size, that could snap my spine like a toothpick, just beyond enemy lines.... Do you need someone to volunteer for a solo recon mission any time soon?
Oh no! My recon mission turned into a hostage situation, how unfortunate. But while I'm here, I should interrogate him... yeah, interrogating is exactly what I'll be doing with this giant tied up man rn....
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No, no, anon I'm always so happy reading all the stuff you guys send me! I know next to nothing about Konig except the stuff I've read about him that turns him into a really perverted disgusting degenerate and while I'm not comfortable writing that, I hope one of my mutes picks it up bc it is super cool! I got a dancing with Ghost ask I really wanna do so Graves it is lol
CW:SWF-ish turns suggestive at the end, Graves being oblivious
Graves hates being the butt of the joke.
For the last couple of months he's been getting 'gifts' in the form of chunks of meat stabbed through various knives. It had started a knife being stabbed through burgers and steaks(typical American food), which he couldn't eat, but slowly progressed to rarer and rarer pieces of meat until he wound up finding just raw and bloody chunks of meat; a leg of some large animal turned into a pincushion, a still beating heart stabbed through with a knife, livers shish kebabed on a bayoneted blade. . .
And he'd find them everywhere, in the communal fridge, in his office, in his room. And while he didn't mind the free meal, he was a little unnerved. He knew it was you doing it because he had screened the minds of all his shadow's, but he didn't know why you were doing it.
He can see the way his shadows smirk at you when he finds another bloody organ skewered on your favorited knife in the fridge, your feathers puffing up and a not so quiet chirp escaping your lips when he sneaks the meat away to feast on.
You also become more touchy with him when you notice him accepting your gifts, though he has no idea of it. He trusts you, which is why you're allowed to sneak up on him, your wings spreading out to wrap around him like a cloak as you chirp a "Hello commander."
It makes him jump out of his skin, and though he chastises you about it, it's never as harsh as he could make it, his shadows giving him a knowing look that he can't reciprocate.
That's the worst part. None of his shadows will tell him anything.
He doesn't know much about your species of harpy except for the generalized knowledge of extreme speed and craftiness, so he can't figure out if this is some kind of joke, or threat, or you just seeing him as part of the flock? Or maybe it means nothing? He's especially confused when you grow bolder and one day he walks into his office to see a Bison leg sitting on his desk, once again skewered. Where did you even get the bloody bison? Hell knows but certainly not him.
Eventually a shadow grows annoyed by your constant bloody gifts in the fridge and with a very annoyed huff drops a harpy encyclopedia on his desk.
He'll need to get them a gift basket after this; he spends the next few hours just reading about all kinds of harpies, ears progressively getting hotter as the book delves deep into every aspect of the harpies, each sub-race's specific courting and matting habit and making him feel like he's reading porn.
Then he finds a chapter about your type of harpy, eyes growing wide like dinnerplates as he reads about your quirks. He doesn't know whether to go search for a cross or tissues. He reads more and more, turning pages upon pages, his eyes scorching every anatomical picture into his brain and making him think of what you're packing, his pants growing tight as the minutes tick down.
Just his luck that you'd decided the moment when his face is the hottest to walk into his office without knocking, another skewered offering on a plate in your hands.
"Christ!" He yelps, slamming the book shut and looking at you like you're his parent and caught him looking at a playboy magazine.
You puff up in surprise, your wings spreading out a bit before flattening back to your back, a soothing chirp leaving your lips. It used to mean nothing to him, now he knows what it means, his cock getting a bit harder in his pants.
"You alright commander?" You ask, walking closer, the talons of your feet clicking against the ground.
"Yes, yep, perfectly fine." He grunts, desperately hoping his vampiric state will suppress the heat in his face, but to no avail. "You-" His eyes settle on the plate in your hands, his body practically conditioned to salivate when he sees a familiar knife sticking out of the food.
"I?" You ask, then you note the book on his desk, your head tilting in confusion. "Graves?"
He swallows, eyes darting from the food to you, and he doesn't know which one he's starved for more. "You've been wooing me like a dolly huh?" He asks.
"Yeah." You're unsure of what else to say, in your head, had he not wanted your advances he would have never taken your offerings. Then you realize. "Don't tell me you just noticed." You deadpan.
Graves gives that awkward chuckle you've grown to love, and you decide you need to be bolder. You place the plate on his desk and lean over it, a coo rumbling in your chestâ deeper, rougher, seductive.
"How about I show you what I want?"
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LNDS Xavier: Lazy Pandas (18+)
Oh gods I hate editing my work because of the bad grammar and typos, but I wanted to get this out TONIGHT. I have plans on writing one of these for each of the boys. Just those panda outfits are so adorable. But also I am a degenerate so here we are. Enjoy the meal.
Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for âLove and Deepspaceâ. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, laughing during sex, soft kisses, unsafe sex, creampie, riding, cuddling Pairing: Xavier x Reader Synopsis: You had it all planned, a small date night with Xavier with your new, adorable panda overalls. However after s bit of cuddling you decide to have a bit of play time with your favorite panda boy. Word Count: 3.3k
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Xavier
Lazy Pandas
âOh my goodness, you look adorable!â You said, looking at Xavier in his current panda outfit. You had seen them in store a week ago and knew you needed to get a matching set to wear with him. It was totally worth it as you took him in.
He already had that soft boy aesthetic going for him, so dressing like a panda was just a cherry on top. You had to fight with yourself not to coo over how adorable he is, knowing he would either turn it right back on you, or get all pouty.
âYou look rather cute as well.â He said, scratching his cheek as he looked away from you for a moment before turning back. You had the slightest blush on your cheeks from the compliment. No matter how many times he gave you compliments, it never failed to turn you into a blushing, and sometimes giggling, mess.
He paused for a moment as though thinking, then turned back to you with a small, relaxed smile, âWas there a reason you wanted to wear these tonight?â
âThere is always a method to my madness, Xav. Take a good look around!â You said, moving to show him what you did to his living room. You had literally rushed to his apartment the moment he got home with this plan in mind. While he showered and got changed, you got to work.
Xavier seemed to finally notice the tornado that went through his living room. Every single pillow and blanket he owned was currently stashed on the floor. You had even moved some furniture around to make more room. It was a perfect little nest which included several plushies he had gotten you in the past.
There was also a small tray of finger foods that wouldnât be too messy. The TV flickered with a movie series title on display, one that you had mentioned you wanted to binge with him. You had made it the most cozy movie date ever, outfits included.
âBesides, isnât matching fun?â You asked, shuffling a bit. Your hands went to the overall pockets as you looked around, hoping heâd like what you did.
âYouâre right, it is rather fun. I canât recall the last time I had a movie marathon like this.â He said, giving you subtle praise and you preened from the attention.
You grabbed onto Xavierâs hand, pulling him closer to the little nest you had practically built for the two of you. It was easy to drag him down with you, getting comfortable in all the fluffy blankets he owned. This is why you had to do this at his apartment. He was a collector of the comfiest blankets and pillows known to man.
It didnât take long before you had turned the movie on and you two got into a comfortable silence as you watched. The movie wasnât particularly a good one, but it had five movies in the series and could be considered entertaining to some extent. Xavier commented about never having seen them though, so you knew you two had to experience it together.
As the movie continued, reaching the halfway point, you couldnât help but roll over until you bumped into Xavierâs side. Said man had a cracker in his mouth as he looked down at you. He swallowed what was in his mouth before smiling at you, âNeed something?â
âCuddles.â You stated simply, knowing exactly what you were about right now.
Xavierâs arm went over the top of your body, dragging you in closer and tucking your body against his chest. He carefully angled it so youâd be able to see the movie, but soon realized your neck might strain a bit to see the screen.
Xavier easily wrapped his arms around your midsection before rolling onto his back, letting your body nestle right on top of him. You let out a soft grunt from the position change until you realized you could now lay your head right on his chest.
âThat better?â He asked, his arms still securely wrapped around you.
âYa, but now youâre watching the movie upside down.â You said, noticing how he laid his head down and stared over at the TV.
He took a moment to look at you before his eyes flicked back over to the movie, âI donât mind watching it upside down if I can hold you like this.â
You swore your heart fluttered at his every word as you got comfortable in the newest cuddle spot. It couldnât have been ten minutes when your gaze went back down to your boyfriend. He looked so focused on the movie and you thought about how he looked adorable like this. How a man could look cute from every angle was one of the many mysteries of the world.
âHey Xav.â You called, getting his attention. He looked up at you just in time for you to give him a gentle kiss right on the tip of his nose.
He blinked a few times in confusion before a lax smile spread on his face, âYou missed.â He commented.
âOh, my bad. Lemme try again.â You said, this time going to press a kiss to his forehead. You watched his eyes pinch closed as you did so and you chuckled, sitting back up on him again.
âYou still missed.â He said and you rolled your eyes. You then leaned over, kissing both his cheeks then gave a satisfied smirk.
âI think I did good that time, right?â You asked him, tilting your head innocently. Xavierâs hands on your hips gave you a small squeeze, making you squeak in surprise. You then felt one of his hands going to cup you under the chin as he brought you down to him.
After placing a barely there kiss on your lips, he moved your face away, âThere, thatâs better. Perhaps we should take you out training since your aim seems a bit off today.â He suggested.
You gave him a dramatic eye roll and pushed his chest down, âMy aim is just fine, thank you.â
You shifted again in his lap to get comfortable before you noticed something underneath you. It was subtle through the layers of clothing you had between you, but it could really only be one thing.
âXavâŠdid you get hard from that?â You teased, shuffling your hips to get a better feel for his erection underneath you.
Xavier let out a small groan before looking away from you, a slight dusting of pink went across his cheeks, âI canât help it, you were squirming a lot.â
You just laughed at how cute he seemed to be. You used your arms to help keep you steady as you went to grind down on his length. You hated how you could barely feel him through the fabrics, knowing just how good his dick felt when it was pressed against your bare skin.
Xavierâs hands went back to your hips, stopping your grinding motion, âW-what are you doing?â he finally managed to ask after shifting under you so you wouldnât be directly on top of his length.
âTake a wild guess, panda boy.â You said, trying to move despite his iron-like grip on your sides. Sometimes you hated how strong he was in comparison to you.
âYou canât even give me a proper kiss, yet you want to use my body?â He asks with a small pout. You snicker at his expression before placing a hand under his chin.
âWell get up here and kiss me properlyâŠand for the record you were the one who got turned on first. I thought pandas were supposed to be lazy.â You teased the man under you. Xavier didnât hesitate to sit up and reposition you two so you straddled his lap.
He leaned in, pressing his mouth against yours and you happily melted into his touch. His lips were always soft and you briefly wondered if he ever used chapstick, or if he was just naturally lucky. A small pinch to your hip brought you out of your random thoughts.
Xavier placed a small kiss to the edge of your mouth, âPerhaps itâs mating season for this pandaâŠâ He commented, and you swore if you kept rolling your eyes theyâd end up in the back of your head at this point.
âIf thatâs true, then did my cute panda boy want me to ride him?â You asked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you pressed your chest up against him.
Xavierâs eyes widened for a moment at your blunt question before he let out an amused laugh, âYou certainly donât shy away anymore.â He joked.
You couldnât help the pout on your lips, âWell if you donât want me to thenâŠâ You went to stand up, but Xavierâs grip wasnât letting you go anywhere.
âNow I didnât say that.â His hand went to cup your cheek, âYou just caught me by surprise is all.â
You did a small happy shimmy as his acceptance, your laughter mingling with his. You then decided you were tired of not being able to feel him properly.
âLetâs get these overalls off of us then. Theyâre too thick.â You said, snapping the one shoulder piece Xavier had off and letting the top of the overalls slide down, pooling at his waist.
Xavier was more than happy to get out of the pants, lifting his hips as you helped push them off of him. It was your turn to be surprised as you noticed his cock was sitting there, hard and leaking onto his abs. The hoodie was pulled up just enough so it wouldnât make a mess and your hand trailed over the vein on the underside.
âYou went commando?â You asked, hand wrapping around his length, and using the bit of pre he had on his tip, began stroking his cock with ease.
Xavier let out a groan, relaxing on his elbows as he looked at you, âWell it was a bit warm so I decided it would be fine.â He said, hissing when you pressed a bit too roughly on his frenulum.
âSo you didnât have this planned?â You asked, pretending not to notice his small wince as you teased him with the slightest amount of pain. Your thumb rubbed soothingly over the skin as you went back to stroking him normally.
âIt certainly wasnât in the plans when I putâŠthis on. Figured you werenât about to suggest panda roleplay.â He said, his head thrown back suddenly as he moaned as you picked up your speed.
âYa, not something Iâm intoâŠbut you know you do look cute in this hoodie. You could totally rock wearing this thing out casually.â You said, your hand twisting as you gauged how he was reacting.
âMhn, Iâll wear it out only if you-hah-match w-with me.â Xavier managed to get out through moans. You could tell from the twitch of his cock that he was getting close.
A large hand wrapped around your wrist stopping you from stroking him further. He took a few seconds to breathe, calming himself down from reaching his peak, âI thought you wanted to ride me? If you keep this up youâll have to wait a while.â
You gave Xavier a flirtatious smirk, leaning forward and giving him a quick kiss, âFine, Iâll stop, only because if we donât hurry weâll miss the ending of the first movie.â You said, glancing up at the screen where the movie continued playing.
Xavier huffed at your attention, watching as you easily slid off your own overalls then tossed your panties next to you. You effortlessly got into position, lining his dick up with your entrance and rubbing it against your slick folds.
After watching you for a moment, Xavier gave a small frown, âI thought you were going to ride me, not tease me.â
You shoot him a wink before speaking, âIf you ask me nicely Iâll happily ride you, panda boy.âÂ
Xavier let out a sigh as he leaned up, capturing your lips with his own then pulling away, âWill you please ride me, starlight?â
You leaned in again, kissing him slowly as you began sinking onto his length. You let out a small moan into his mouth, loving how he stretched you. He always felt so right inside that you practically dreamt about it all the damn time.
You finally got him hilted in you, his cock twitching already. You moved his hoodie up to get a good look at his abs, licking your lips as you got balanced and angled just right. Xavierâs hands went to hold your hips, but you were quick to slap them away.
âNuh uh, if I let you hold onto me, youâre gonna control the pace, mister. You just strap on in and enjoy the ride.â You scolded and Xavier groaned, rolling his hips into yours and making you gasp, âH-hey, no fair.â You grumbled.
He chuckled as he got back on his elbows, staring up at you seated so perfectly on his cock. You looked like his lap was your own personal throne, and he wouldnât have it any other way.
You began lifting off of him, taking your pace as slow and relaxed as you could. You were savoring just feeling him inside of you, how his cock grazed your warm walls every time you sank back down on his length.
âThatâs better.â You said, lazily rolling your hips as you continue riding him at your agonizingly slow pace.
âMy star, as amazing as you feel, do you think you couldâŠâ He trailed off and you tilted your head in mock confusion.
âCould I?â You said, sitting down on his lap fully and waiting for him to tell you what he wanted.
âGo a bit faster?â He huffed out.
You gave a small hum in response, thinking it over, âI dunno Xav, I am just a lazy little panda. I donât know if I can go much faster than this.â You teased, your hips barely moving as you gave a few shallow strokes.
Xavier let out an annoyed groan, letting you continue to antagonize him for a few more minutes. After he realized you really had no intention of picking up, he rolled his hips up into you harshly. You let out a gasp, almost losing your balance as your hands all but slammed down on his stomach, making him grunt.
You looked up to see him pouting which made you chuckle. Your hands found his cheeks, squishing them together and forcing him to look at you, âXav, you gotta be patient.â You chided and he just looked away for a moment, his face scrunched up in thought.
His hands went to cup your own, removing them from his cheek as he gave you a heated look, âThis panda doesnât feel like being patient right now.â He commented.
Suddenly his hands were lifting you up and off his lap. In an instant you had been flipped onto your back, Xavier hovering over you as he grabbed two pillows. He placed one under your hips and the other under your head before lining himself up, âI think Iâve been patient enough as is.â
He hoisted both your legs up, wrapping them securely around his hips then entered your warm heat again, groaning at how your walls clenched around him.
âSuch an impatient panda.â You teased, chuckling for a moment before it morphed into a long, drawn out moan as he managed to hit your sweet spot within the first few thrusts. Xavier didnât waste any time picking up a pace that would easily have you both coming in minutes.
Xavier leaned closer, pressing you into what felt like a pretzel as his face was right against yours. His soft pants and groans filled the room alongside your own. His hand went between your bodies, pinching your clit and you let out a mewl.
âXavier, fuck.â You moaned out, rolling your hips along with his thrust, âNot g-gonna last long like t-this.â You panted.
âIâm not doing much better, your edging has me ready to cum any second.â He said, laying wet kisses along the column of your neck.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you took his brutal pace, the warm coil tightening in your abdomen and threatening to spill over with every quick thrust into you.
âMind if I breed you? It is mating season after all.â Xavier said, despite the husky hint his voice took on, you could pick up his joking tone anywhere. You let out an annoyed groan, letting him know your displeasure before you broke out into a fit of giggles.
âThatâs so lame.â You said between your small laughing fit, Xavier wasnât doing much better as he laughed alongside you, fighting back the urge to cum as your walls squeezed him as you chuckled.
âYou didn't answer me though, and weâre running on limited time.â He said, pressing a small nip to your cheek.Â
You once again teased him back, âFine, fill me up, panda daddy.â You got another nip from him with that comment, alongside him pinching your clit and making your laugh turn into a moan. He rubbed soothing circles along the bud as though apologizing for the rough treatment.
That was enough to send you over the edge, the familiar warmth overtaking your body as your walls spasmed around his length. Xavier let out a small gasp, his cock twitching inside of you. He shot ropes of his warm seed deep into your cunt, painting the walls with the milky substance.
Xavier gave a few more languid strokes inside of you before finally stopping. His face was nuzzling your neck as he occasionally placed a soft kiss there. He looked around after a moment, finding one of the fluffy towels you had used to help cushion the nest you made. He lifted your hips up and placed it under your ass as he pulled out of you.
He watched your combined essence dripped out onto it and you bashfully closed your legs, moving a hand over your mouth as you looked away, âXav, donât stareâŠâ You murmured.
âI canât help it.â he said, moving away so he was no longer right up against you. He gathered another one of those fluffy towels, using it to wipe himself down and then gently went between your legs. You gasped at the sudden sensation as you felt way too sensitive. Xavier cooed, helping you relax as he did his best cleaning you up with what he had on hand.
After he was satisfied, he grabbed your underwear that was basically right next to your head. He slipped them back on, hoping it would keep the rest of his release inside for the time being, âThere, all better.â
âAre we not gonna shower after all that?â You asked, feeling the slightest sheen of sweet coating your skin. The hoodie didnât help the cause as you finally sat up. You groaned as Xavier tossed your overalls onto you, the fabric falling on your face then to your lap.
âOur movie marathon isnât overâŠwe donât want to miss the ending of the first one, right?â He teased. You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time that night as you began putting your overalls back on. You looked over to see Xavier was already clothed and ready.
He grabbed onto your waist and pulled you closer. This time you were both on your stomachs, his arm securely around your back as he grabbed pillows for your heads. You watched Xavier give a small yawn as he tried focusing on the movie, but with how zoned out his eyes seemed to be you knew he wouldnât be conscious for long.
âGonna nap?â You asked, tilting your head to rest against his shoulder.
âJust for a few minutesâŠâ A bold faced lie, âWake me up when the movie ends, okay?â
âAlright Xav.â You said, turning your head to press a kiss against his cheek. You then turned back with the intent to finish this movie series tonight, no matter how many distractions found you.
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Bird in a Cage
Part 4: Under His Spell
Pairing: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader
Summary: Youâve been Coriolanusâs guest for a while now, yet you still feel drawn to him rather than wanting to escape. One evening after you express how much you miss your family, Coriolanus decides to get your mind off things and shows off his lab.
Word count: 3.4k
Warning: 21+ (use of drugs), mentions of smut, non-con, degeneration, nicknames(slut, good girl), mentions of oral (f! receiving), use of aphrodisiacs, stalking, possession, dark themes, toxic themes, kidnapping
A/N: omgâŠI canât believe iâm back to posting. i canât believe yâall are still reading and some have been waiting a while for an update on anything soâŠhere. this series is will be finished first before i get to Summer Highs and everything else i promised. itâs been such a struggle since i last put anything out, and im still working on feeling mentally better, but i do want to get back into writing. i hope you guys enjoy this and my suggestions are still open. iâm also welcoming any ideas for Summer Highs or a Joel fic and i may start writing for Nicholas Alexander Chavez đ so stayed tuned â„ïž
P.S. this was inspired by the Michaelâs crafts white Halloween decor so iykyk
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After that morning, you felt different. Different about him and to a certain extent, the circumstances that brought you here.
Over the next two weeks, you slowly give up on your plans to escape. Seeing as you were under constant guard and his own watchful eye, escape felt impossible and eventually your family had been told that President Snow was hosting people near his palace as The Games approach. And somehow his web of lies worked. You still hadnât seen them and you were starting to miss them dearly.
Coriolanus notices and does his absolute best to distract you. He sets up modeling gigs for you during most of the week, then he starts to pamper you. Every night treating you to the most scrumptious meals and the most relaxing baths. He starts to dress you more often, making sure to adorn you in the finest silk, cashmere, cotton and jewelry Panem has. He makes sure you get plenty of sleep and makes sure that the modeling gigs keep you front and center in the fashion magazines. This is all you could have dreamed of. You fall under his spell, yet the idea of freedom lingers in your mind. At the same time, it seems to miraculously fade away the moment he lays you down on his bed. In addition to luxurious treatment, Coriolanus knew how to take a woman to bed. His tongue was a drug, his mouth, a vice. He would lay you on your back, spread your legs and spend hours pleasing you. He loves your taste. Slightly bitter, but oh so sweet. He would take his time, dancing his tongue against your folds and diving into your cunt. He loves to make you moan and squeal.
Coriolanus always makes sure you let it out. He wants the whole palace to hear how good he makes you feel. He would hold you down, sometimes tie your wrists to the bed. He loves the power he holds over you, and loves seeing you bare on his bed. And you were starting to look forward to him inviting you into his room every evening. Your core was always throbbing for him, wanting to feel his full length buried deep inside you. He loved to feel your tight warmth, he loved how you clenched and gripped him. He loved how your face scrunched up, distorted from feeling so good. He would sometimes plunge a finger or two into your mouth, making you suck on them while he picks up the pace. His hips slamming into you as he commanded you to degrade yourself.
âTell me youâre a good little slut.â
âIâm a good little slut, sir.â
He liked when you called him that. Even though he told you to call him Coriolanus, in the bedroom he required Mr. President or Sir.
âTell me how good it feels.â
âYour cock feels so good Mr. President. So so goodâ
âGood girlâ
One night at dinner, you stare thoughtfully at the young blonde and take small sips of your Gazpacho. Coriolanus notices and stops eating. You raise and eyebrow at him.
âSirâŠ?â You question. He looks up at you. âCoriolanus.â You correct yourself and he smiles
âWhatâs wrong my dear?â
âN-n-nothing is wrong. I just have something on my mindâ
âWellâŠtell me.â He demands
âItâs justâŠitâs been a while since Iâve seen my familyâŠIâve been missing them.â
âI bet you have, but my darlingâŠâ he holds out his hand and you take it âNot quite yetâŠâ he tells you, giving you a playful smile.
âWhen thoughâŠI feel like they must be worried about me and I just want- â
Coriolanusâs face drops and he gives you a stern look, squeezing your hand. You whine at the pain.
âWatch it, my dearâŠyou are getting ahead of yourself now. You have been so good for me. Do not mess it up.â
âBut I just want- â
âItâs not about what you want. Donât you understand?â
Your heart sinks and eyes well with tears. You want to cry but wonât in front of him. You wonât show that weakness. You collect yourself quickly and nod.
âYes, sir.â
âYouâll be able to see them again. When I think youâre ready. Am I clear?â
You nod your head and look down in your lap. He clears his throat, and you look back up at him.
âI said, am I clear?â
âYes sirâ you quip up.
âGood girl. I have something to show you after dinner.â
âI look forward to itâ you tremble slightly as you say it.
After dinner, he stands up and walks next to you, holding out his hand.
âI want you to follow me.â
You nod and obey. He holds your hand, guides you up and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a silk black blindfold and smiles. Without a word, you turn around and he places it over your eyes.
âIâve noticed how your eyes wander whenever we walk through the palace. Iâve seen eyes like that before. And they always leave me. Or try to. Iâm not ready to let you go quite yet and I really donât want to have to punish you if you have any ideas.â
âI-â
âYou donât have to explain yourself. I can tell youâre wanting to settle in. But I see your eyes. And how they linger and plot.â
âI-Iâm sorryâŠitâs just my family, my life, everything has slipped away from me.â
Then you feel his firm grip wrap under your chin. He pulls you against his chest and nestles his face in the crook of your neck. He places a delicate kiss under your chin then whispers in your ear.
âMy darling, I know you surely miss the life you had, but have I not shown you enough of what this life offers. Are you not satisfied with what Iâve given you? What more I could give. Iâll always take care of you. Donât you want that?â
You sigh and nod almost unconsciously. Youâre completely under his trance.
âGood. Now come with me.â
He takes your hand, guiding you through the palace. You intensely listen to the clapping of your collective footsteps as you pace down the hall. After a few moments the air grows cold and quiet. You hear an old iron door creek open, then slam shut as you both walk inside. Coriolanus steps behind you and takes off your blindfold. You blink and look around. The room is ghostly white, as if itâs been draped in old sheets. A chill crawls down your spine and Coriolanus soaks in your look of terror and confusion. As you look around the room, you notice a variety of statues and decor. It almost looks like it could be a dungeon or a crypt.
âWhat is this place?â
âThis is my lab. Iâm quite fond of experimenting.â
âExperimenting?â
âA habit from my school days. I used to study under Dr. Volumnia Gaul. She would always have something new she was working on. Especially during the Hunger Games season.â
âOh-â you gasp
He pauses and watches you as you walk around the room. You are immediately drawn to the back where a tall statue of a woman sitting, draped in a veil, and holding a skull. You recognize the stone as marble, feeling haunted by its stillness. At the base lies a bouquet of faded pink flowers, not quite as white as the ones in the garden. These flowers almost look dead, but still have a bit of life left. Next to her, a row of glass cabinets. You glance at them and inside is a variety of test tubes, flasks, and cylinders. Upon a closer look, some of the test tubes are filled up with what appears to be crystals, rocks, some mushrooms, butterfly wings, spider legs, and other dead bugs. You grimace and look away. Next to the tubes are a variety of silver tools hung up on the wall. A variety of scissors, knives, and scapulas, which are all polished and reflect back at you.
You turn around and look at the other side of the room. Another statue stands tall. Another veiled woman, like a bride, holding out her own stone bouquet. At her base, a skull with a snake weaving out of the eye socket and through the mouth. Feeling slightly terrified, you look away and immediately your eyes fall upon the shelves littered with small animal bones, skulls, more jars of dead insects, gems, jewelry, and coins. Everything seems to have its place. Then you glance over to Coriolanus, standing as still as the statues. He watches you intensely with a sly smile across his face.
âWhy did you bring me here?â
Without a word, he walks over to one of his glass cases and opens it. He pulls out a small vial filled with a dark red liquid.
âI have a new concoction. I made my first sample yesterday.â He holds the vial up delicately in his hand.
Your eyes widen and you give him a puzzling look.
âWhat is it?â
âWell based on the ingredients, a wave of euphoria, a calming sensation throughout your whole body. Similar to the chocolate I gave you, but more long lasting and with a bit more visualsâŠâ
âVisuals?â You question
âYes, normal everyday things may look more interesting, more intense. Youâll be fine of course. Iâll be hear, watching after you.â
âW-why do you want me to try?â
âBecause, I think youâd like this. It heightens your sensations in a way I think will be good for youâŠ.â
âSo youâre using me as a test subject.â
âNo. I always try it on myself first if I can, and thenâŠI like to share.â
âAnd what happens if I sayâŠnoâŠâ you hesitate
He looks at you with confusion, striding over to you. His eyes never leave your own as a chill creeps down your spine. He pauses, his face inches away from your own. He tucks a hair behind your ear and kisses you gently. He pulls back, hand caressing your chin.
âThen you say noâŠâ he kisses you again quickly. He holds the vial up to you, looking at it like itâs a delicious treat. You look at him then the vial. In a moment of pure impulse, you take it from his fingers. He abruptly turns to face you, and you make full eye contact with him, sipping the red liquid. The taste is so strong, and warm. As it slides down your throat it almost burns your esophagus like acid and you hold back a cough. He gazes upon you in awe, smirking at you, eyeing you
âGood girlâ
âH-how long until the effects kick in?â
âAbout thirty to forty five minutes. We will stay here for now.â
You nod and slowly lean into his lips. This time you kiss him. Itâs slow, graceful, and unexpected. Coriolanus revels in it, he loves that you are starting to love him back. He chuckles to himself and pulls back.
âI love when you kiss me and mean it. I love that you want me.â
âIt comforts me in a way. To have formed a relationship with you. Even though youâŠyou..â
âStole you away?â He finishes your sentence
You nod and look away. He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.
âBut youâve seen what I can offer you. Havenât you. You canât resist it. You canât resist me. Can you?â
You nod slowly as he captures your lips in a fierce manner. You can barely breathe as his lips move against yours. You welcome it all the same. His aggression. His passion. He wants to consume you. Own you. And he does.
âYou love itâŠdonât you..â
âY-Y-yes, this has truly been the most luxurious and cared for Iâve felt in my life.â
âGood, as it should be.â He resumes his lips, consuming your own. You and him stay like this for a while. Passionately clinging to each other's lips. His hands move to clutch your hips and he eventually pulls back again to look at you.
âHow do you feel?â
You take a moment to look at your surroundings. Things feel normal. Until they donât. The room looks different. The lights feel more intense, and then when you stare too long, things begin to swirl. Only slightly. Only enough to make you intrigued by what was seemingly normal surroundings. Everything has become the most interesting thing that you could look at right now. As you continue to look around the room, looking at the various glass cabinets, lab experiments, everything, even the statues, seems to move. As if they are growing and swirling in the space around you. Time feels like it slows down and your immediate reaction is to smile at it all. Something about the way the room moves makes you giggle, and feel light.
âGoodâ you nod
âYouâre starting to feel the effects arenât youâ
âI-I think so yesâŠâ
âGood. It made me feel curious. Do you feel curious?â
You nod and he grabs your chin again.
âSpeak upâ
âYes, Coriolanus, it makes me feel good. I feel curious as well.â
âLet me give you a tour of the lab now that youâre in the right mindset.â
He takes your hand and walks you around his lab. He tells you about the various experiments, tools, and ingredients that he uses. Even in this state, you can see how passionate he is. How much he enjoys talking about this side of himself, sharing it with you specifically. And just as he told you, you do find yourself curious in a new way under the influence of the concoction. Everything that you observe feels as though it has its own personality and yet somehow itâs all connected to the other experiments and the whole room. You canât really explain it.
Then he takes you over to another set of cabinets. Only this time. They are locked behind an iron cage, painted white to match everything else in the room. He pulls a key from his pocket. Coriolanus unlocks the cabinet and behind the doors are rows and rows of vials similar to the one that he showed you, except each one is labeled differently. They are all different colors as well, ranging from red to purple to green and even midnight black. Yet, one vial sticks out to you in particular. Itâs as clear as the glass that contains it and for a second, youâre not even sure that thereâs anything in it. Upon further inspection, you can see the rim of liquid that fills to the top just below the cork. It intrigues and entices you. You wonder what it is. Coriolanus, picks up on your curiosity.
âI called that one liquid deathâ
âLiquid death?â you ask
âYes, it took me a while to finally come up with the perfect concoction, especially to make it appear as it does. I wanted to make something that was hidden in plain sight so that when one's⊠enemies need to be⊠eliminated⊠They would never know what is coming. So, I was able to create a tasteless, colorless, concoction that can take onesâŠproblems out in an instant.â He explains
You look at him with a hit of fear, then you smile and giggle.
âThatâs so smart, Coriolanus.â But you only half mean it
He smiles back, giddy at your excitement. Meanwhile, in the back of your mind the sound of freedom rings again. This could be your answer. You could poison him and be free. How would you get to it though, how would you get back here without him knowing? And how would you get the key to the lab? Is it the same key as the one to open this cabinet? Your thoughts shift as he takes your hand again leading you out of the room. He locks up the cabinet quickly. You still feel the effects of the concoction he gave and as he pulls you away you look back one last time at the lab. You look at the silver key, in his hand, but only for a brief moment before he stops to stand in front of you. He pulls the blindfold out of his pocket and wraps it around your eyes as he slips the key into his pocket. You try to commit the key to memory, the shine, the shape. Itâs the same one he used for the cabinet, and he uses it now to close up the lab.
âLetâs go to the garden. I think youâll like it under this state.â
When you arrive at the garden, he takes the blindfold off and you feel the cool air hit your face. You look out onto the familiar white roses. As you walk around, taking a closer look, they appear to swirl and dance. You let out a small laugh of disbelief and amazement.
âYou like it?â He asks
You nod and he takes your hand. He guides you around and even though youâve become quite familiar, it feels like a whole new experience.
âSo how long will the effects last?â You ask
âAbout another hour, then youâll feel normal, well almost normal.â
âWhat does that mean?â You question
âWell, when I took it I feltâŠneedy for you after.â
âNeedy for me?â
âMhmmâŠbut you were modeling so I didnât want to bother you.â
âOhâŠâ you say plainly
âSo..â he kisses your knuckles. âI do hope you will join me in my bedroom tonight.â
And just like that he switches the flip. You blush, and feel vulnerable to his charm. You let out a soft, innocent. laugh and look away.
âI thought that was a givenâ
âWell my dear, I hope you know, you always have a choice. And it seems like you keep choosing meâŠâ
You gaze back up at him, smiling slightly. You lean up and kiss him. This time you make it soft and sweet. You slowly move your lips against his, letting him savor you. His hands move to your waist and pull you closer to him. After one last soft kiss he leans back and sighs.
âYouâre so much different than the others. You want to escape, but donât. Yet, you donât praise me in the way the others conceded. And even then, some part of you cares about me. Do you realize how perfect you are?â
âI-I donât think Iâm perfect.â
âYou are for meâŠI always wanted to find someone who could challenge me in a way. You are so curious to me. Do you know how many times the girls Iâve had stay here, try to run away the next day. Or how many times they gave in, thinking that I would choose them and let them have their lives back. But you, you just wait, wait to see what my next move will be and youâve grown to become fond of me.â
He kisses your cheek.
âI know you do want your life back, I know this isnât how you envisioned yourself, but itâs growing on you. I can see.â
âYou are much kinder than I would have thought given how youâŠâ
âLike to take what isnât mine.â He finishes your sentence
You nod. He brushes your hair behind your ear and smiles. He gives you a quick kiss, then steps back to look at you fully.
âSo, as I said, I hope to see you in my chambers tonight.â
He squeezes your hand and walks away. As he does, you watch him. When he returns inside, two guards come out. They stay at the top of the stairs, yet you know they arenât just guarding the building. You sigh and look around at the garden.
Everything is still swirling and swimming around you. You glance up at the stars and gasp. The twinkling lights look as if they glitter in the sky. You are in awe and arenât sure how long you stand to look, but eventually you get cold and tired. As you walk in, the effect of the concoction begins to wear off and you feel less sleepy than you expect. Instead, just as Coriolanus predicted, you get extremely needy. You havenât felt this on edge in years and you Immediately think of Coriolanus's tongue soaking your pussy. As you make your way inside, the guards stop you.
âDo you wish to sleep in your chamberâs or the Presidentâs tonight?â
âPresident Snowâsâ you answer simply.
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I have more incorrect quotes on apothecary Reader and Mizu bc they're funny asf
Reader: That was so hot, Mizu.
Mizu: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.
Reader: I'm so in love with you.
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Reader: I think I'm falling for you.
Mizu: Then get up.
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Mizu: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.
Reader: That's great, Mizu. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.
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Reader: Iâve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.
Mizu: Wow. They sound stupid.
Reader: But theyâre not. Theyâre really smart actually. Just dense.
Mizu: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I donât know⊠âHey! I love you!â
Reader: I guess youâre right. Hey Mizu, I love you.
Mizu: See! Just say that!
Reader: Holy fucking shit.
Mizu: If that flies over their head then, sorry Reader, but they're too dumb for you.
Reader: Mizu.
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Mizu: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.
Reader: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*
Mizu: That one. I want that one.
pairing: mizu x fem!apothecary!reader
warning(s): swearing
a/n: PLEASE đ theyâre funny as all hell. mizu wants the wet pathetic traumatized girl. I was about to write smut when I realized I had this ask
word count: 490 words / 2,717 characters
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âdegenerate dog. flirting with married women,â she hissed to herself.
you, on the other hand, weâre only staring at your wife with hearts in your eyes.
âthat was so hot, mizu,â you cling to her arm with a smile.
she glances at you, raising an eyebrow at your words.
âI just called the man who flirted with you a degenerate dog and told him I hope he gets dragged into the depths of hell,â repeating her own words only furthered her confusion.
âgod, Iâm so in love with you.â
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you were gazing up at her from your pile on the floor, your face flushed with a bright red color.
âI think Iâm falling for you,â you whispered, your voice gentle and tender.
she offered a hand out to you, her eyes narrowed.
âthan get up.â
-
mizu was gazing at you, her thumb rubbing over your knucklesâstrands of hair falling upon her face. her blue eyes traced the features of your face over and over, as if trying to capture it in her memory permanently.
âI havenât been sure how to tell you this,â she murmured. âbut I think Iâm in love with you.â
you raise an eyebrow.
â.. thatâs great, mizu,â you hiss, narrowing yourself eyes. âespecially considering weâve been married for six fucking years?â
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you groaned, your arms folded across your chest.
âIâve been dropping hints to them for the last year,â you sigh. âlike, the most insanely obvious hints. and nothing! nothing!â
mizu folded her legs, taking a sip of her tea.Â
âthey sound stupid, (y/n),â she replies bluntly. âyou sure you should be even worrying about them?â
âbut theyâre not stupid! thatâs the problem,â you haul yourself to your feet, pacing a little. âtheyâre very smart. just veryâŠÂ dense.â
she looks at you, puzzled. âmaybe just be more obvious,â she suggests. âI donât know. just tell them âhey, I love youâ and see where that goes.â
you take in a sharp inhale of breath, stopping your pacing right in front of her.
âI suppose youâre right.â you place your arms on either side of her shoulders, âI love you.â
âsee? just like that,â she replies, still sipping her tea.
you raise a hand to your forehead, stepping away from her, âholy fucking hell.â
âif that flies over their head then Iâm sorry, (y/n), I think theyâre a bit too stupid for youââ
you narrow your eyes down at her, âmizu.â
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she was standing outside the swords-smith with eiji at her side, unintentionally, subconsciously, watching you from far away.
âI need my future partner to be braveâstrongâintelligent. successful, and organized,â she murmured. âlike your wife once was.â
just then she watched as you dropped to your knees, holding what looked to be a dead caterpillar in your handsâtears running down your cheeks and apologizing over and over again.
she sighed, adverting her blue gaze while blushing, âis it bad I want that one?â
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a/n: babe when you have more can I have them. please.
#mizu x you#mizu x reader#mizu blue eye samurai#mizu#blue eyed samurai#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#x reader#ask#asked and answered#request#fic request#shitpost
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AHHH YOU'RE THE BEST THANK YOU FOR DOING MY REQUESTS đđ YOUR WRITING IS TOP NOTCH
can i come at you with another request, if i could? can i request a human!tav/reader that has never seen a tiefling before the grove, and they get curious about rolan?
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Aww thank you for the compliment! I'm glad you like my silly little writings! This request was a lot of fun!
Rolan With a Tav Who's Never Seen a Tiefling
When Tav first arrived at the Grove and stared at him in a strange way, he immediately thought the worst. Great, another human who will look at them all in such disdain.
Worst of all, they convinced his siblings it would better for the trio to stay and help the other refugees. Now not only are they irritating, they butted into his family affairs.
He's snippy, when they go to speak with him. Of course he is, he's bitter. How dare they insert themselves in a private argument? How dare they look at him with that weird face? They don't deserve his time.
He doesn't realize that look is wonder until they manage to speak civilly.
They explain, while a bit embarrassed, that they've never actually seen a Tiefling before. Whether it's living a sheltered life, never coming across them, or only seeing them in illustrations, they've just never come across them.
Their weird looks finally make sense to him: they were just curious about him.
When they become a little more comfortable with each other, they'll ask simple questions if he'll allow it. Are his horns heavy? Does his mouth feel crowded with his sharp teeth? How about his ears, are they sensitive? His tail?
He'll answer in vague terms, sometimes because he's annoyed with the questions, other times he's just embarrassed about explaining Tiefling biology.
No, they're not allowed to touch any of his traits.
Sometimes he wonders why him? Why not Zevlor? He's probably more than comfortable explaining their unique traits. But no, they want to talk to him.
Lia and Cal know exactly why, giving each other amused looks anytime those two talk. They love their brother, but sometimes he's an idiot; they hope he figures it out, for all of their sakes.
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"So the base of the horns would be more sensitive than the tips? Would that apply to the tail as well?"
Someone please kill him.
He feels as though they're driving him into insanity. Why are they even interrogating him with these questions? He was sitting peacefully with shitty wine before they decided to saunter over. Why him? Zevlor would be more receptive. What is their game?
They don't seem discouraged by his lack of response, chatting away as he stares longingly at his now empty wine bottle. "How about the ears? I actually heard Elf ears are sensitive at the tips and use that advantage during foreplay."
He wants nothing more than to sink into the ground. Or get drunk, whichever comes first.
"What about-"
"Can you not ask your Tiefling friend these questions?!" He shouts, dropping the empty wine bottle.
"Oh, I could."
"Then why don't you? Surely she would be happy to explain things to you."
"I want to hear it from you!"
"I'm not answering these idiotic questions of yours, you absolute degenerate!" He hisses, not noticing how flushed his face is, "Gods, it is not helping that you're asking these so damn loudly."
"Would you answer them if I get you another wine bottle?"
"No."
That makes them burst into a laughing fit, and Rolan's blush gets even worse. He's embarrassed, ashamed, pissed, and flustered all at once. They're clearly making fun of him, and he doesn't appreciate it one bit. He's tempted to bare his teeth at them but they manage to calm down their laughter.
"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"Clearly." He states sarcastically, tail thrashing in his irritation.
"I mean it, I swear. I enjoy talking to you. A lot."
He looks at them in confusion, almost exasperated. "What?"
"I like hearing you talk."
Before he could respond, they gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek, which silenced him on the spot. He had no idea what to say, and they didn't even give him a chance to speak before they got up. "Let's talk later, yeah? I have plenty of questions for you."
As they walk away from him, he idly touching the place they kissed. Hells, he's done for. He internally prays any god willing to listen for their strongest alcohol as he goes to search for another wine bottle.
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AITA for telling a school counselor about what my friend does online?
I (F minor) am in middle school. I have a group of friends, about 8 people, but this is about one girl in specific we can call Annie. All of us are mutuals on tumblr, twitter, etc. and we have a discord server too.
All of us are into a lot of the same things, like art, anime, video games, and have a lot of the same hobbies. Most of us also struggle with mental health stuff like anxiety and/or depression so we regularly talk to our school counselor (F, Idk how old she is).
Anyways, we're all really close and we get along really well for the most part, but lately Annie has been doing stuff that really bothers and worries us.
She's VERY into internet discourse. Has 10 paragraph long DNI page, is constantly starting fights with other people, etc. She usually argues about stuff like LGBT+ rights, womens rights, etc. but also a LOT of fandom discourse which is my biggest concern.
A lot of my other friends reblog/retweet stuff like anime gifs, fanart, memes, etc. but pretty much every post I see from Annie is her fighting with someone over shipping or something like that.
A lot of the posts are basically:
Her talking about how disgusting a certain ship or character is
How everyone who likes that specific thing is a degenerate, or freak, or pedo or groomer.
How if you like problematic ships you need to get a therapist, or you deserve to be hurt. Once I saw her arguing with someone who said they write certain stuff due to trauma and she said "You don't have trauma, you're either lying or you actually liked it and that's why you write such disgusting nasty shit"
Fighting with random people and accusing them of being a predator or a pedo
Breaking her own DNI (which says adults, proshitters, etc. DNI) and then getting mad at the other person for responding
It's really upsetting to see because she does this CONSTANTLY. She never seems to use tumblr/twitter to do things she actually likes. I never see her reblog gifs or memes or just silly lighthearted posts about stuff she enjoys.
It's especially upsetting because we're minors and she TELLS PEOPLE THAT. Like she's arguging with people that she thinks are pedos or child predators, while openly telling people her actual age. To me that's like covering yourself in bloody steaks and then jumping into water full of sharks.
I was really starting to get concerned because even in our private discord server she's always talking about how much she hates these people or whatever and how they should die, a lot of the time she says things like "they should get the wall" or "I hope their nasty fanfics happen to them irl that would teach them lol" and it really freaks me out.
She also talks about seeing the "child porn" that these people make which as far as I'm aware is drawings of characters but it still freaks me out how open and calm she is about looking at what she THINKS is child porn. I asked her if it's child porn why is it being linked in callout posts for other people (including minors!) to see and not being reported to the FBI but she just gets mad and changes the subject.
Me and our other friends have mentioned before that we don't like hearing about this kind of stuff but then she just gets mad and goes offline or gives us the silent treatment at school.
A month or so ago I got so fed up and upset, that I took a bunch of screenshots of her tumblr account and discord messages. One thing to note is that her username is VERY specific.
It's a combination of her first and last name and her birth year. Most people will not know that, but if you know her name and birthday, it's easy to tell it's her. She also goes by her real name online which I also screenshotted as proof it's her.
I brought all this to the school counselor, and I told her how worried I was about Annie, and how I think she's doing something really unsafe. Not only is she confronting people she thinks are child predators/groomers, she's telling people they deserve to get hurt in really awful ways, and looking at porn and I don't think this is good for her mental health.
The counselor at first was like "Idk are you SURE it's her? It could be anyone online!" But I insisted that it was and explained the username thing and that this was our private discord server so obviously I know it's her.
She thanked me for letting her know and told me I was being a good friend and then we talked about how I was doing, and then I left. I kind of forgot about it until a week later.
Annie wasn't online at all and I was kind of worried, but then I saw her on Monday at school. I was with our other friends and we called out her name so she would see us and come over and she LOST IT. She started screaming at us and telling us how awful we were, and how we ruined her life.
Idk what exactly happened, but apparently the counselor talked to her and her parents got involved? Her parents now monitor her internet usage, they have child safety stuff on the browsers, and she's only allowed on certain websites for doing research for school, or watching videos on youtube on their account so they can see what videos she's watching, or playing games on steam.
She said that her parents are also putting her in therapy once a week now (with an actual therapist, not the counselor) and she's only allowed to go out with an adult chaperone (either her older sister or one of her parents).
But... None of our friends know it was me who told the counselor. Annie has other friends besides us, so they're also "suspects" for being the snitch. It seems like half of our friends are relieved that Annie is kept away from that kind of stuff and the other half are mad at whoever the snitch is for ratting Annie out and resulting in her having less privacy/freedom.
At first I was happy that Annie was getting help and being kept away from this but now I feel really conflicted. I feel so disgusting talking to her and our other friends and pretending nothing happened, knowing that I was the one who told the counselor.
Annie still talks to us but she's a lot less open. We still have our discord server but apparently her parents will read through the messages to make sure she's not talking about anything bad and that she's only talking to us and not strangers.
What are these acronyms?
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would it be a bother to ask for a fic w a tomboy reader and william afton? ive been on such a kick w william afton x reader fics here since i watched the movie and i love all of them but i am not feminine in the slightest so if you could write one id be so grateful!! and age gap and size difference too would also be sooo đđđ. thank you so much!!!
note â§.*ââthis was a lil hard for me to write considering im on the girly-er side so if anything looks weird in relation to the premise i apologize in advance!! also so sorry for getting this out a lil later than promised.
pairing â§.*ââsteve raglan / william afton x reader
cw â§.*ââage difference (reader is 18-21, william is 45-50), degrading, spanking, approximately two slaps to the face, blow jobs, rubbing through jeans? idk what to call that, coming in pants (fem)
taglist â§.*ââ@dilfity
synopsis â§.*ââwhile attending yet another meeting with your career counsellor, he has a few choice of words for you.
jeans (w. afton x reader)
you sit in mr. raglan's office, trying to sit straight up, legs crossed, not bouncing. he slightly shifts in his chair as he reads your file, moving his spinning chair from side to side, as he mentally scrutinizes your report. it's nerve-wracking. anyone in your shoes would feel this way, but the way he's intently reading over every little detail makes you squirm.
the worst part is, this isn't even the first time you've been in this exact position. it wouldn't be so bad if mr. raglan wasn't such a hard ass on you. always practically demanding answers of why you keep getting let go from the jobs he gives you, criticizing the tiniest details. nothing gets passed this guy, and yet here you are.
(there's something that almost riles you up about the way he talks to you, though. he has a habit of talking with those big hands of his in a way that makes your insides twist.)
"so you sit here in front of me..." he pipes up suddenly, looking at you then lifting a brow, "wearing jeans to a meeting, for christ sake, asking for yet another job, so what? you can get 'let go' again?"
"well, yes," you say, a little dumbstruck at his comment on your attire.
mr. raglan laughs shortly. "i got news for you, kid. people with your kinda track record don't exactly find jobs as easy as you think they do."
you hold back from rolling your eyes. your fists clench at your side angrily. you speak through gritted teeth, "look, i just need a job. i'll take anything, i'm desperate."
"hate to break it to you, but things just don't work like thatâ"
you've had it. "will you just stop being such an asshole and give me my damn options already?! i didn't come here to be lectured."
you're seething, breathless from your outburst. your heart is pounding but nothing can beat the jaw-slacked look on his face. there's a deafening silence that has you on the edge of your seat. then, shortly, "you come here for advice, and i'm giving it to you."
you want to say something again, you open your mouth to do so, but he raises a hand to silence you promptly. "you said you're desperate, hm? want my real, useful advice?"
you stare at him, not liking the direction of this conversation or his weirdly tone of dripping malice. "get the fuck on your knees then."
it's hot, you'll admit it. and he's the whole package too, total dad-i'd-like-to-fuck and all. this isn't your type of deal, but if he's gonna offer it to you, fuck it, you'll take it. you'll take everything this man gives you. "mr. raglanâ" you say, purposefully furrowing your brows, trying to act scandalized for godsakeâ
"get your ass over here," he scoffs with a roll of his eyes.
you shut up, perking up at that, and make way to the open space between his legs. "look at you, you degenerate thing. on your knees for such a cause."
your head swims and the buzzing between your thighs becomes far too apparent to be ignored. but you're willing to wait for that relief. you part your lips expectantly, hoping he'd get the message to undo his pants and he just laughs at you. "filthy fucking thing wants my cock in her mouth so bad."
"uh-huh," you say, mouth still open.
he does away with all the restraints and guides his cock into your mouth. eagerly, you take him and lick up the underside of his dick, eliciting a groan from him. he makes a fist around your hair and guides your mouth up and down his cock, not caring about what you can and can't take and you fucking love it.
the noises of him hitting your gag reflex is music to the mouth of your ears. the way you push him out only for him to slide back in is truly a marvel. and the grunts, groaning, and degradations that come from him makes you want to take him even faster, more than what your body can handle, and he just laughs it off, commenting on much of an "eager, filthy thing" you are.
when you feel his helping hands thrust your mouth more erratically is when he decides to pull you off. he uses your hair to stand you up and practically shove you against the desk, back facing towards him. you yelp in pain, only adding to the ache in your stomach. he stands to his full height and you gulp. fuck, he's so much bigger than you, of course he can just throw you around like that. when you ask him if you should remove your clothes, he pauses for a moment, thinking. then, mischievously, "no, i want to make good use of those jeans."
curiously, you look back at him, but his fingers are pressing against your clothed pussy. he presses hard, letting the fabric grind on you. "oh, fuck," you moan.
"yeah? you like that?" he asks gruffly, rubbing your clit through your pants from side to side. usually this stimulation wouldn't be enough, but fuck you were so hot for him that you didn't care. "fuckin' dressed like a boy," he scoffs.
tears burn in your eyes, partly from his words, the other part from the stimulation. then he slaps you across the face. "i asked you a fucking question."
"yes!" you cry, moving a hand to rub at your stinging cheek. he grabs your hand and then slaps the other side of your face, just for fun. a few tears slip down your face at his physicality, but doesn't change that fact that you, "love it so much!"
"think you deserve to come?" he asks. "after that shit you pulled. you think you deserve it?"
you sniffle, knowing damn well what his answer's going to be. "well, i don't."
he removes his hands then promptly wipes them on his pants. you sob out, grasping for his hands but he pushes off of you. "you better come back with a better attitude if you expect anything more than what i gave you."
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hi! I was wondering if I could request something angst/fluff where the reader defends Mike to his aunt Jane and the custody case worker about how he gives his all to take care of Abby by himself? I wish someone could have advocated for him during the scene where they discuss the case and his aunt talks down on him a lot :â( thanks so much for sharing your writing!
A/N: Hi Anon, thank you for the ask and being patient! My inbox was a little crazyâŠIt wasnât specified what relationship they have, so itâs neutral, and can be read platonically or romantically. I hope you like it :)Â
When Mike had asked you to accompany him to a meeting with Abbyâs safeguarding officer and their she-devil of a relative - Aunt Jane - youâd said dropped your things without hesitation. You knew it was going to be rough, as the woman had been on him practically since the day their mother had been buried, but you never expected to be blindsided. Still, from the moment youâd walked into the room and seen the catatonic man with a briefcase clutched to his chest, you knew it wasnât going to be good.
âJust look at my nephew â It's not even 10:00 and he can barely keep his eyes open!âÂ
Thatâs because he canât sleep properly. Heâs literally on prescription pills, but you wouldnât know that, would you?
âAnd this degenerate is who they trust with the wellbeing of a mentally ill child?â
Degenerate was such a strong, vile word. Youâd visibly flinched at it, both in disgust and agitation. Mike hadnât seemed to react, but you knew that deep down he was internalising each and every word that was leaving the womanâs mouth.Â
Abby is not mentally ill, sheâs just introverted. All kids are different.Â
âYouâre the doctor, and you're making me feel like I'm the crazy one - and after what he did to that poor manâŠâ
Oh, of course it was time to break out the tears. Luckily no one - bar herself - was buying it, instead producing a deep collective sigh shared between yourself, Mike and Valerie. Even though the display was all fabricated, you knew that there was a darker side to her behaviour. Sheâd probably grown up entitled; being able to cry her way out of things so she could mould her victim and bend those in her path to her will. You were livid, and you were sure Mike was too.
âI have tried to play nice - but I have to think about Abby nowâŠEnough is enough - Doug ââÂ
The click of the briefcase and a rustling of papers brought the final blow. She wanted custody, and there was a high chance that - should the case go to court - she would get it. From the corner of your eye, you cast a glance over at Mike, watching as he let out a sigh and straightened his back as he came to terms with what was in front of him. His hands trembled slightly, and he bit his lip, mind likely racing to find the appropriate words. With a cocked brow he looked up at you, and you ran your tongue over your lips before pursing them.Â
You didnât want to hold back anymore.
âPardon my language, but this is bullshit,â you spoke, and Jane seemed amused by your sudden aggression. Valerie looked at you with wide eyes, but subtly nodded her head for you to go on. âMike is a good carer, and he has been for the past few years,â
âHave you not listened to anything at all?â the blonde woman scoffed. âAbby is sick. Sheâs not progressing like her peers,â
âObviously, sickness runs in the family,â you said pointedly. âWeâll all be damned if Abby has a fraction of whatever youâve got going on up there,â
âAre you implying that Iâm some sort of sociopath? Itâll say a lot when a judge grants her to me instead of him,â
âCan you stop using Abby as some kind of bargaining chip?â you said, rolling your eyes. âSheâs a human. A growing girl whoâs lost her family at such a young age, and Mike is the only real person she has left! Yes, heâs made mistakes, but what parent hasnât?â
Mikeâs heart swelled slightly at the flippant use of such a strong word. He was always the âolder brotherâ, forgetting that he was basically two things.
âMike was barely an adult when your sister died, but heâs done a hell of a job becoming one. Heâs never missed a doctor's appointment, spends half of whatever shit salary he earns on keeping clothes on her back, and heâs even sitting here silently, not acting out because Abby means just that much to himâ â you spat, feeling your heart race as it pumped blood furiously around your body. Pausing, you loosened your jaw and dropped your shoulders. Your voice had certainly escalated, and the last thing you needed was to be detained.
Mikeâs brown eyes were wide, and there was a small smile that lay hidden under his flushed face. He didnât need to say anything for you to know that heâd really fucking needed that.
â--- Take it from someone with experienceâŠYou donât separate those two. Theyâre a package deal.â you said softly, glancing over at him again, reminiscing on the moment youâd met them. Being close to the pair, youâd seen it all; the good, the bad and the frequently ugly, but youâd never once doubted Abbyâs love for her brother. It was evident that your speech, in the grand scheme of things, didnât mean much, but you knew you were going to fight like hell beside Mike to make it a small part of a larger story.
They were going to get their happy ending.
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take it out on me (carmen berzatto x reader)
so this is my first time posting a fic of mine on tumblr since i was 14 and i'm slightly terrified by the formatting but i posted this on ao3 yesterday and someone told me to post here too (<3) so i hope you all enjoy it as much as i enjoy the thought of getting pounded by carmy in the walk-in
pairing : carmen berzatto x f!reader
summary : Carmy is having a terrible service, and you're sure some time in the walk-in will help him cool off (although it gets hotter in there than you might think).
word count : 4,410
tags: SMUT, rough sex, angry sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, choking, semi-public sex, ending with soft carmy which makes it all okay, 18+ only
note: this is explicit 18+ only and also this is NOT an advert for safe sex, it is merely a fantasy i have been playing with since my own days as a waitress and carmy has helped me to realise it. also i'm obsessed and i know y'all degenerates won't send help so instead i ask that you send me asks so i can write more about this wonderful man
Disorienting. Overwhelming. Stressful, painful, unrelenting. Burning your hand hard enough for it to stick to the pan, hard enough that you know on the way to the sink itâs too late, that youâll bear the scar of that mistake for the rest of your life. Knives slicing always so close to your skin, living on the point of pain, focus trained so hard on the blade you canât even blink. Shouting, screaming, the place could be on fire, and you wouldnât look up from the art youâre creating. Flames licking at your apron. Beautiful.
Kitchens are the prison and the heart of a chef, and the one at The Bear is currently the pride and the bane of your life. Plating up your one billionth focaccia of the evening as Marcus rushes by holding a tray of cannolis aloft, you try to tune out Sydney shouting instructions to the new servers, trying to drill something, anything, into their panicked, under-developed skulls.Â
But none of this worries you. What worries you is the ominous, creeping silence from the station to your right, where you know Carmy is cooking up not only the best food youâve ever tasted, but an internal storm that is going to be unleashed any, second, now-
âChefs! Where the fuck is my garnish? Tina, are you dead? âCos you need to wake the fuck back up.â
Tina is already by Carmyâs side with the garnish, but the damage is done. She doesnât bristle at his words, but shoots you a worried look as she slides by, murmuring, âSorry, Chefs. Behind.â
Since you started working at The Bear six months back, youâve witnessed a rare few Carmy outbursts, and you know everyone feels the same way when they happen. Itâs like the moment you miss a step on familiar stairs, stomach lurching and fear sweeping through your body. Carmy is this kitchen, and his boiling point is the moment things tend to spin out of control.Â
And yet, Tinaâs reaction is everyoneâs; disappointment in herself, instant forgiveness because she knows Carmy is doing everything he can for this team. Last week, after you and Sydney spent the evening getting wasted on her couch, sheâd confessed to you how hard Carmy took his notorious opening night failure, and how heâs been struggling to make up for it since then. And itâs been working; his kindness, patience, and passion for elevating those around him have always outshone the occasional harsh word during service.
But this service is just bad. Itâs been bad since 5AM, when you got here to take in the delivery and found out that the grapes needed for the welcome broth had somehow been left off of the order. Itâs been bad since Marcus ruined three batches of cannolis in a row, and when Sydney tried to touch his shoulder and ask him what was going on, he stormed out. Since Sydney snapped at Richie for singing Taylor Swift badly during family. The hundred little underlying frissons of tension that normally dissipate as soon as service rolls around have congealed today, like oil in balsamic vinegar, rubbing together but refusing to meld into the team you know everyone can be.
And you know Carmy can feel it. His anger is a physical thing beside you, like standing next to a hot pan with too much oil in it and just waiting for it to start spitting at you. Knowing you have to keep stirring it anyway.
âFour top, two steak, one bucatini, one fish,â Sydney rattles off, and everyone responds âYes, Chef!â a little too loud.
âCan I get some hands for this focaccia,â you shout through the din, pushing the two boards forward, but nobody responds. âHands, please, get these off my station before I eat âem!â you call, trying to bring some levity to the atmosphere before-
âHands, fuckinâ hands, Chefs, FUCK!â Carmy explodes, appearing by your side so suddenly you almost jump. His hands hover over the foccacia boards like he wants to adjust something on them, fix something, but you know as well as he does that theyâre perfect already.
And of course, this just makes things worse.
Carmy properly looks up for the first time, straightening out of the âchef about to have an aneurysm over plating this fishâ posture and into his âeveryone here is about to get fuckedâ pose. âThese are good to go, why are we not? Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ. Go fuck yourselves-â one of the new waitresses approaches with trembling hands and Carmy pushes the boards at her, disgusted, almost taking them over the edge of the pass, â-all of you, what is the point of any of us being here if nothing is leaving the fucking kitchen!â
âCarm, itâs okay, theyâre going out,â you canât help cutting in, but you should know better than to try to soothe a wild animal. Carmy doesnât say anything, turns back to plating up his fish, but his beautiful artistâs hands, which you often find yourself trying to draw in the margins of inventory checks, are shaking now. Youâve never seen him this bad. The whole kitchen waits on a knife edge. You glance up, watching the waitress leave with your focaccia, and have a brief but fervent desire to be her as the doors swing her out of this hellhole.
The fish is beautiful as Carmy puts the finishing touches to it. A server steps up to take it as other dishes for the same table coalesce at the front of stations, all elegant, all perfect, all more than worthy of the restaurantâs Michelin star.
Carmy is completely still. Staring. And you know itâs too late.
Plunging his fist down, he crushes the fish into sea-scented pulp. The shells of oysters, hand-selected, crack into broken-mirror shards; the sauce is peppered with shoddy scraps of lobster tail.
Itâs still not enough for Carmy, as he picks up the plate and sends it spinning into the back wall, narrowly missing Sweepsâ head. â Shit, â Carmy mutters, turning back to his station and searching for more things to destroy. You watch him contemplate the knives, and you canât stay out of it any longer.
âCarmy. Chef. Carmy,â you say as you reach out to grab his muscled arm, pulling him round to face you. You can feel the tension corded deep under his skin, see the sheen of sweat coating his tattoos. Normally, any skin contact with him sends your brain into overdrive, but you canât afford to be anything but calm right now.
His eyes are wild, but you watch him steadily, and he watches you straight back. Youâre not sure why, but the moment reminds you of how you felt on those rare occasions he invited you and Syd over to brainstorm new recipes in his cramped kitchen. Especially that time Sydney couldnât make it, and you were midway through describing your idea for a yuzu-infused scallops course to him - âwith maybe, like, a garnish of broccoli just absolutely smothered in hollandaiseâ - when he reached forward, tucked a scrap of hair behind your ear, and the very idea of food whisked straight out of your head - but you still felt hungry. And whilst heâd tried out your broccoli idea over and over again that night, you found yourself blushing every time he passed you a spoon to taste it.Â
You never could get that dish right. Every time you thought about it, you couldnât separate the flavours from the curious look in his eyes, the way he drank in your ideas, absorbed them before he responded, how his eyes tracked every thought that crossed your face.
Now here you are again, staring at that measured, thoughtful man turned savage, and you wonder if you have the guts to do what youâve been thinking about doing for a while.
âIâm not afraid of you,â you murmur beneath the clatter of plates behind you, just for him. You donât look away even when you hear something shatter. You move your hand from his arm, up over his shoulder, push your palm into the curve of his neck and hold it there.Â
Then you wait, feel his shoulders jumping up and down with his rapid breathing. Wait until he leans into it a little, chasing your solidity, and itâs all the response you need.
âCome with me.â Itâs not a question, but he nods anyway.
âSydney, you got this?â You ask, never taking your eyes from Carmyâs face, worried that if you do, youâll lose whatever grip you have on him right now.
âYes, Chef,â she replies, and you feel her edge round the side of Carmy to put another fish on rapid fire. He catches her eye as she passes, and brings his hand up to his chest, rubbing it once in what has become the teamâs official way to apologise during service. She responds in kind, and he lets you drag him off the station, past the others shooting him worried looks, straight into the walk-in.
You shut the door carefully, recalling the stories of Carmyâs previous imprisonment. Itâs still securely closed, giving you both some calm and privacy to cool off.
Except cooling off is not really what you have in mind.
You turn to see Carmy slumped in the corner, curled in on himself and running his hands through his already-chaotic hair. He stands again suddenly, bracing his hands on the wall behind him as if to remind himself they exist.
âCarmy.â
âYeah, shit. Sorry, I just need a second. Itâs just, I didnât sleep at all last night. I was thinking about doing something with ceviche, but I couldnât figure out what fish would work best, and then that sorta spiralled into a panic attack which kept me up whisking eggs for something until three, and then-â You watch his eyes darting over the shelves around him as he talks, and you realise heâs taking stock of whatâs there. Even during a full-blown meltdown, he cannot stop working, stop thinking. He starts pacing.
âCarmy,â you say again as you try to catch his eye. Heâs staring at some spare T-bones like theyâll explain to him whatever dish he was whisking eggs for last night. Fuck it. You grab his chin, tilt it until he has to look at you.
âDâyou know the best way to calm down?â
âLock yourself in the walk-in for three hours?â Heâs trying to relieve some tension, but you have other ideas on how to handle that.
âSex, Carmy.â
There. Youâre terrified that you finally acknowledged it, finally confessed to what youâve been thinking about for months, but thank God itâs out in the open. Youâve been blushing at his compliments on your food for far too long, ignoring how good he looks in a white tee for even longer. And today has been such a shitshow it canât possibly get any worse by admitting to this too.
You wait for Carmy to shut it down, laugh it off, maybe even fire you, but he just looks shellshocked. Then again, that is his default look.
âI, umâŠâ He rubs a hand over his forehead, glances up at you almost shyly. âI mean, um. What?â
âListen, youâre fucking up service. Youâre distracted, tired, stressed beyond belief. I want to help you, and I wonât pretend itâs just out of the goodness of my own heart. Iâve been interested in you for a while, Carmy. You can take that or leave it or kick me out of this walk-in if you want, but Iâm here. I want to help you work through things, through all this anger. AndâŠI want you to know you can take it out on me. And maybe even feel better at the same time.â
Carmy is flushed, and youâre all out of words. You kind of wish he was still looking at the T-bones.
âWe, uh, we canât.â Carmy leans back on a freezer for support, crossing his arms in a pose you normally associate with him working something out in his head, deciding what a dish is missing or what it needs to take it up a notch. âI mean, not now. Not here, at least. And I donât know, we work together. Iâm your boss. Itâs not a good idea.â He reaches a hand round to his back, starts massaging the strain away there. Itâs an especially effective position as he doesnât have to look at you as he does it, as he says, âSorry.â
You shrug a little, smile. Try to pretend it doesnât hurt. Keep it professional, or as professional as you can get in a kitchen. âHey, it was worth a shot. Get some sleep, Chef.â
You turn to go, hoping that stirring and slicing and plating up will shake off the embarrassment currently burning through to your bones.
But you donât live to regret the offer as Carmy grabs your arm, spins you and shoves you hard enough into the walk-in door that it rattles on its hinges.
âHey, everything okay in there Chefs?â you hear Marcus call, and itâs a reality check you absolutely donât want right now. Carmy doesnât even seem to have heard him, trailing kisses down your neck, collarbone, shoulder as your body arches into the feeling. Youâve had one too many fantasies about this walk-in since you started, but the actual feeling doesnât begin to touch the dream.
âYeah, all good Chef!â You manage to reply, but you barely get the âChefâ out before Carmyâs lips slide over yours, pushing, demanding entry as his body keeps you pressed up against the door. Talk about being between a rock and a hard place, is all you have time to think between kisses.
There is no room or time for playing around. Carmy needs this, and you intend to provide, but youâre damn sure getting everything you can out of it just in case it never happens again. One of your hands curls deep into his hair, pulling his head back as your teeth click together in the ferocity of the kiss. You swear you can taste blood, but neither one of you pulls back, the saltiness only urging you on. Your other hand is busy loosening his belt, and you tug it hard to pull the silver prong free of the leather, hard enough that his hips jerk forward into yours and you moan, long and low.
Gravity suddenly spins on its axis as Carmy lifts you, turns and drops you down onto the freezer Fak installed last week. And for once in your life, thank you, Fak. The movement seems to shake Carmy out of it for a second, and he pulls back, hesitates. A hand curves around your cheek, and you can feel an apology coming, see the reticence forming in his eyes. And honestly, fuck that.
You hook fingers through his belt loops, dragging him closer and then using them to tug his trousers down. Youâre not gentle as you reach into his underwear, wrap a hand around his cock, and you can tell thatâs what he needs as he hisses, his head drifting back.
Removing his hand from your cheek, you guide it slowly down to your neck. His head snaps up, and thereâs a darkness, a need, that wasnât there before as you move your hand slowly, torturously, down his length.
âHey,â you whisper, reluctant to interrupt the low grunts spilling from him with each of your movements. âIâm not going to break.â
You squeeze his fingers around your throat a little tighter, and itâs this that has him surging forward, messy mouths pressing together again and everything condensing into a rippling, burning, rightness as the fingers of his other hand shove themselves between your legs.
He lingers there for a moment, breaths short and sharp in your ear as he breaks free from your kiss and whispers, âIf we had more time, I would clean up the mess youâre making all over my freezer, Chef.â
âMy apologies, Chef,â you pant, the sweetness of the apology marred slightly by your fingers tugging hard through his curls. Then youâre pushing up his white shirt at the back, reveling in the heat of him, the muscles straining under your touch. âWhatâs my punishment?â
Carmy hesitates, then withdraws his fingers from you slowly, and it feels like the calm before the storm. One hand is still pressed loosely around your neck as he brings the other up to your face, runs the edge of his still-wet fingers over your lips. Asking or demanding, you donât know, but youâre happy to comply. His pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the blue behind them, and when you slide your mouth over his fingers, taste yourself on him, he closes them in momentary bliss. And itâs so beautiful to see that you canât resist pulling him in to share.
A Michelin-star chef with one of the most sophisticated palates on the planet. A renowned food critic once wrote of him, âIn my next life, Iâd like to be just one of the taste buds in Carmen Berzattoâs mouth.â And here he is, savouring you, tongue searching out every corner of your mouth as if he wants to figure out each and every component of your taste. Add the recipe of you to his menu, and make it every night.
Youâre both done waiting, and the clock is ticking. You can faintly hear Sydney calling orders through the wall, although she sounds steadier now. You donât know whether anyone out there knows what youâre doing, but a rampaging elephant couldnât stop Sydney when sheâs on a roll.
Carmy pulls you closer to the freezerâs edge, jeans and underwear falling to his ankles and suddenly he is right there, and-
âOh, fuck,â is all you can say as he pushes forward in one swift, animal movement. And oh, pain flickers down your spine as he slides almost free of you and thrusts back, relentless, and this is exactly what you signed up for.
â Fuck ,â he echoes, hand sliding down your neck to settle over your racing heart. âFuck, youâŠI donât know how you do this to me,â he pants, and you try to keep your moaning down so you can hear as words spill from him, âWhen you come in with your hair down before a shift, when you - ah - when you borrow my knife and I see you using it all service, when you let me light your fuckinâ cigarette for you. Shit. You drive me crazy on purpose, and you wanna know what the worst part is?â
You canât breathe, let alone answer him.
âThe worst part is I eat that shit up every time, â he snarls, punctuating every word with a short, sharp thrust.
This is the animal you saw tonight, spitting curses, destroying his own food, all sharp edges and uncompromising will. Grunting as he bottoms out inside you, fingers clenched around your upper thigh hard enough to bruise, littering bites over your neck as if your colleagues arenât an unlocked door away.
But the animal isnât the end of Carmen Berzatto. There is more to him than the bear, and you intend to remind him of that before youâre through.
âLook around you,â you pant as he thrusts again, harder, sweeter, and you have to get this out before you tip over the edge. So you risk bringing the hand you were using to support yourself forward to turn his chin towards the walk-inâs walls, to beyond them, to the restaurant hard at work and the satisfied diners metres away who have no idea whatâs going on in here, and fuck if that doesnât make it all the more delicious. âLook what you made. Look who you are.â You watch his flushed face, hope he understands the praise, but you canât hold on anymore to see your words land.
âYouâre fuckinâ unbelievable, Carmy,â is all you manage to choke out as every muscle in your body lights up, tenses and releases in a flood so strong you wonder if youâll ever surface, and if you even want to.
Carmy fucks forward into you twice more, and his head drops onto your shoulder as he groans, shudders, relaxes fully for what may be the first time in his life.
You stroke a hand over his head, pull him closer. Youâre not quite sure when this stopped being a no-holds-barred quickie and became a quiet, intense embrace, but it feels right. All the desperation, the keyed-up energy, is gone from him. And if he never wants anything more than that, even though the idea is more than a little disappointing, you can take consolation from the fact that you at least managed to stop a raging Carmy in his tracks.
Although it is a little quiet.
âCarmy?â You ask, hesitant to break the silence. Thankfully, it still sounds like itâs all bustle outside. You wonder how long youâve been in here, and try not to think about how youâre going to emerge with any shred of dignity intact.
Carmy pulls back, and you canât define the look on his face, but it worries you. His eyes shine slightly, and his gaze skips across your face, down your body, not holding your stare.
âAre you okay?â You ask, praying this isnât about to get really awkward really quick. The manâs still inside you, for Christâs sake.
âYeah. I, um, I should be asking you that.â Carmyâs hands skim down your sides, fingers pressing in randomly as if to check for bruises. He tilts his head to look under your chin, as if to check he hasnât caused any permanent damage to your neck. âJesus. Are you alright? Iâm sorry, that was rough.â
âIâm totally fine.â You donât know what to do to reassure him, so opt for two big thumbs up. âSee? Voice working and everything.â
Carmy chuckles unevenly, takes a careful step back, and you try not to consider how empty you feel and how cold and slippery the freezer now is underneath you. You hop off, catching yourself on the side when you realise just how shaky your legs are. When you glance up at Carmy, heâs just staring at you, which is, frankly, unnerving.
âDo I look that bad?â you ask, pulling your hair out of whatâs left of a ponytail to start again.
âNo. No, Iâm justâŠIâm just taking you in.â The raw honesty in his eyes pins you in place for a moment. But of course, Richie shouts â Cousin!â before you can read into it too much.
There is a moment of panicked dressing and clean-up, a nod to each other to confirm you both look relatively sane and not totally fucked (even though you doubt it), and then a collective deep breath as you push open the door of the walk-in.
You donât catch anyoneâs eye for a second as you head to your station, Carmyâs presence like an open flame behind you.
âCorner. Corner. Behind, sorry Chefs,â you call as you slide back into place. Two quick glances calm you; one at the clock - seventeen minutes - and one at Sydney, who doesnât look like sheâs about to throw up and only has three tickets in front of her. You spare a final one for Fak in his position by the door, who you are positive would be grinning gleefully if he, or anyone else in the kitchen, knew what just went down in the walk-in.
âWhat do you need, Syd?â you ask, picking up the familiar back-and-forth of the kitchen again with some relief.
Carmy is quiet, focused, for the last half hour of service, but you canât keep your mind clear. As soon as last orders are sent out, you slink to the back for a cigarette, hoping the smoke will at least wipe out your brain fog. It does the exact opposite. When you let me light your fuckinâ cigarette for you. You exhale, waving the smoke away as the words churn through your brain. I eat that shit up every time.
âHey,â you hear, and youâre almost thankful to speak to the real him just to distract yourself from thinking about earlier.
âHey.â You offer him a smoke, and he takes it, sinking onto the step next to you. The brush of his leg against yours is a lot more comforting than you expect it to be, relaxing a secretly worried part of you.
He takes a long drag, the kind of drag you only take when itâs been a shitshow of a day. âI just want to say Iâm-â
âSorry? Itâs okay. It doesnât have to happen again,â you finish for him. It hurts less that way.
âWhat? No.â He looks at you until you reluctantly meet his gaze. âNot for that. Iâm not sorry about that.â He lets that hang there for a second, holds your eye. âBut Iâm sorry for losing my shit earlier. Nobody deserves to be around that, andâŠI want you to know Iâm working on it. I wanna beâŠI wanna be good at this.â Itâs a stilted apology as he thinks through every line, and it feels all the more sincere for it.
âThatâs okay. I know. We all know.â You reach a hand out to touch his arm, and after a second, he lowers his head to rest on his knee, although his face is still turned towards you. You see his eyes flicker from your hand on his arm to your face.
âAlthough that wasnât exactly how I expected that to go by the way,â he says after a moment.
You donât try to pretend you donât know what heâs referring to. âWhat, in the walk-in?â
âOh, no, Iâve thought about it in the walk-in.â You ignore a pulse of feeling at his casual confession, at the idea that heâs thought about you. âI just didnât imagine it soâŠheated, I guess.â Carmy raises his head again, traces a finger along your hand where it rests on his arm until you shiver. âNot that I didnât enjoy it.â
You hesitate for a second before replying. Before extending the branch. âWell, Iâm sure thereâll be other times, Chef.â
His eyes flick up to meet yours, and itâs your turn to watch his thoughts flickering there, watch as the fog clears, the idea forms, and he says, âYeah. Next time.â
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