#I used this as an excuse to spread some good vibes

[gnawsy]

vixcamgirl reader?? 👀💕

content warnings › exhibitionism. clit play. strap-on usage. vi being referred to as ‘puppy’. lots of praise. bit of aftercare towards the end.

“are you guys ready?” you preen at the recording video camera, smiling big and bright as your fingers fiddle with the frilly lace that lines your panties. “I don’t think y’all are.”

you’ve been teasing your fans about your partner for a while now. and, it’s safe to say they’ve grown impatient with your consistent secrecy. a barely in-frame photo of her beefy arms, a picture of your sitting on her abs, and whatever other dirty shit you can dig up in your gallery. they need to see the real, full thing.

it only took a few anonymous messages, and some much needed reassurance from your girlfriend, to bring her on.

the chat spams messages at your playful mockery, though a few do manage to catch your eye.

pussylicker666: yes yes yes~!!

butchbitch: BRING HER ON NOW.

bbcstroker3: she a man?

choco3756: I bet she’s so hot..

cultcoochie: she got a bush? do you wash it?

you call violet over with a jerky nod of your chin, reaching a hand out to grab hers and dragging her forwards once she doesn’t willingly step into frame. she grins nervously at the flashing device; looking like a shy school girl despite her wide, muscular frame.

“soo, everyone! this is violet— or, well, vi. my girlfriend.” you introduce, crawling onto the bed behind her to drape yourself over her back, feeling all over her muscles possessively. warm lips meet the side of her neck, and she jumps. letting out an apprehensive giggle at the sudden affection. “she’ll be joining us for today.”

vi flushes at the fingers coming up to squish her cheeks, making her lips pucker out adorably as she whines out for you to stop.

“come on, baby. say hi to the people.” “..hi.”

everyone, including you, relish in her shy tone.

quickly maneuvering to sit down beside her, you show off the toys you might be tonight using to your viewers. from small vibes to ridiculously large dildos. most, if not any of them, wont be. usually, camgirls don’t do this. but, you like to keep your fans in the know. not wanting them to get bored and unfollow. though, a little surprise is good every now and then.

your girlfriend looks understandably skittish, even though she willingly agreed to this. you gave her the entire run down from the moment you asked her about it; told her you’d stop the stream with some bullshit excuse if she were to ever hey too uncomfortable with what you were doing.

“are you ready, honey?” your syrupy voice drizzling in her ear makes her recoil. violet gives you a shaken nod, making a cute little “um” as your palm presses against her binded chest. easing her back to rest on her elbows.

“yep! yeah, ready.” she gasps, followed by a strained chuckle as you unbutton her jeans. she watches your fingers fiddle with the latches with unwavering attention, only looking away once her boxers were revealed. stupid, spongebob print boxers.

you giggle at the sight of the ironic pair of underwear, giving her a raised brow of amusement before slowly dragging them down her fat quads. she could’ve changed them before coming on here, but oh well.

vi flusters under your questioning look. leaning back against the headboard so she can cover her face with her arms, sighing out soft noises of displeasure. a little “stop it” leaving that mouth. what else could she have worn? it was wash day for christ’s sake!

you raise her legs for her when she doesn’t, tossing the soiled garment away with a sickening giggle. allowing the tense limbs settle back into a comfortable position, you slowly ease them farther apart. exposing her soggy, matted bush for thousands of perverted eyes to see.

“look at how wet she is.”

the girl beneath you lets out a small moan of discomfort as you spread her swollen lips apart with your index and middle fingers, showcasing her pretty pink insides to your fans as thick globs of grool ooze from her painfully obvious tight hole. traveling down between her ass cheeks, past her anus, to then create a small puddle below. it almost has her hand between her legs to try and cover herself up. but you wouldn’t be having that.

being on live video is fine, sure. whatever. but, do you have to exploit and embarrass her?

“i swear she’s always like this..” you mumble, leaving her puffy, hairy lips alone to then brush your thumb over the pearl of her massive clit. which is peeking out between her folds to greet the audience. “..oh- and look who came out to say hello.”

violet squeaks as your unwavering touch sets off fireworks in her belly, abs clenching and twitching as you caress the throbbing nerve bundle with little care. it has her hips jerking upwards, searching for more friction where there is none.

“ah, please-“ she mutters, instantly regretting what she said. the chat raving on about her pitiful response.

you want to be mean to her, desperately. but, this is your first stream with her. so, you guess you could be a bit nicer. a bit more lenient.

“oh, oh!” a subtle blush blossomed on her cheeks as you nudge yourself deeper between her legs, pulling her lower half onto your lap to begin steadily stroking over her sizeable clitoris. which was twitching and pulsating beneath the supple pad of your pollex. reaching around with your other hand to reposition your phone and angle between the both of your intertwined bodies

her socked toes curl in on the soles of her feet, quiet mumbles of pleasure growing to that octave you’re so very familiar with. gooey arousal drips onto your clothed crotch, the heat of it making your pussy throb to life. panties dirtied with an obvious wet stain on the front.

the startings of an orgasm swell up in her gut, muscles stiffening to the point of an intense cramp. just as she’s about to experience that saccharine release, you snatch your hand away. causing your sweet girl to let out a little cry of despair. she was just about to come.

“‘m sorry, baby.” you croon hushedly, kissing away the tears that are surely bubbling at the corners of her eyes. such a whiny, pathetic girl, she is. “I gotta put on a good show.”

violet sniffles, but nods nonetheless. letting the fire in her belly snuff out before you start the seemingly endlesss assault of edging her.

tear stains streak her rosy face, lips quivering in a pout, brows furrowed as yet another climax slips through her fingers. she’s feeling unsatisfied, yet overstimulated. unfamiliar from how fulfilled she usually is when she’s with you.

just one touch sends her flying back against the wall, flinching away from a singular brush of your knuckles. her poor clit is matching the natural color of her hair, looking as if it’s got its own heartbeat from how hard you’ve got her throbbing. her cute little asshole clenches tight whenever you bring her to the brink; only to drag her back off the ledge with adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

“aww, poor puppy.”

violet wails as your fingers drag up her slit, gathering her slick and spreading it across her inner thighs and lower stomach. defiling freckled flesh from the waist down, skin glistening with her own mess.

butchbitch: don’t be mean :(

d4ddysgirl: give the dog a treat! she’s been good :c

the comments encourage you to give her a reward, so, you might as well. right?

you purr at the weeping girl beneath you, kissing away saltine teardrops as your delicate palm caresss her inner thigh; keeping her nice and districted as your other hand finds the toy box set off to the far right. pulling out a matte black leather harness and sparkling galaxy dildo. a present your girlfriend had given you a while back.

her eyes flutter shut when you tongue invades her mouth, her own pushing out to meet yours in a sloppy tango. large, scarred hands grab at the back of your neck, burying themselves in your hair as she tries her best to keep you close.

she can’t hear the faint click of the metal buckles over the wet smack of your lips; only aware of what’s going on around her once the bulbous, manmade head of your cock nudges her leaking hole. her legs would’ve snapped shut, if it weren’t for your waist being in the way. squirming backwards to run from the impending doom that is your cock; standing tall and proud between your thighs.

“ah, hey—“ violet squeaks, breaking away from the kiss in a panic because that damn thing is way too big. “—I can’t take that!”

“yes you can.” comes your unavoidable encouragement, the obnoxious chimes of donations hitting your bank account filling the ringing silence. this’ll probably one of your biggest streams, yet. “I know you can.”

you’ve got to keep the show rolling.

“you’re my good girl, yeah?”

she eventually nods with a pitiful hiccup, trembling limbs reluctantly spreading wide as your reach back down; spreading her slick along your cock like lube. she’s wet enough for it, embarrassingly.

“I’m your good girl.” she agrees, raising her hips as you drag a pillow below her lower back. you’re going to give the audience what they want in due time, but damn your girl being uncomfortable. her ankles lock around your back as you slide your dick through her folds, the smooth silicone against her pussy doing numbers on her nerve receptors.

her spine locks in a rigid arch as you guide the head down to her narrow entry way, slowly pushing the girthy mass in with quiet concentration. your brows furl as she cries, pressing a hand down on her tense tummy to make sure she doesn’t try to escape again.

fat pussy lips stretch over your cock, the loud squelch of you invading her insides make her wanting to curl up and die on the spot. this isn’t the first time you’ve had intercourse, no. but it damn sure feels like it.

vi’s fingers scramble to try and pry your hands off of her, but you just smack them away. contemplating restraining them behind her head once you’ve bottomed out. her bitching and whining have only gotten louder, and that’s only gaining you more and more viewers from stream shares and recommendations.

“good girl, vi. take it for me, baby.”

her tight cunny clings to the thick dildo, preventing you from pulling out too far as you slowly rock your hips back and forth. the stinging pain everytime your tip crashes into her cervix excruciating, yet blissful.

blunt nails drag down your forearms to leave scorching red lines in their wake, body set alight with ecstacy as your pace slowly accelerates. one of her eyelids has fallen heavy; jaw dropped loosely, tongue lolled out against her bottom lip and slippery with drool. she looks like one of those girls you’d find in a poorly animated hentai video. and you’re loving it.

“everyone seein’ this?” you hum, reaching back for the webcam and holding it in unsteadily. focusing it on violet’s pornographic expression as you somehow fuck yourself deeper into her twisted insides, the tip just a bit away from breaching her womb. the expertly carved veins rub deliciously against her g-spot. and, it’s then, she knows it’s over.

“isn’t she so pretty? getting fucked like a dog.”

she can even think to hide herself as the pressure in her stomach reaches an all time high. sobbing into the air as a mindboggling, soulshattering orgasm shreds through her very being. vi’s face scrunches in what seems like pain as she gushes around your cock, throat stuttering to let out a deep, choked up, howling, moan she can barely get out.

a few more agonizing thrusts to work her through elation, and she’s beggging for you to pull out. cunt sore and raw from the beating it’s been through. you know good and well she’s done with sex for the night.

slowly drawing your hips back, you try to be as careful as possible. even as she’s blubbering and coughing beneath you. you worry, in the back of your mind, that your viewers haven’t had their fill. which would mean that you’d stop racking in checks. but, you were pleasantly wrong.

you didn’t really have time to look at your phone, but you knew they were sending something good. or hoped, at least.

“you did such a good job, baby. such a good job.” your praises are like a morning bird’s chirps to her. leaning into your warm chest as you wipe her up with dampened washcloth, already prepared before even hitting the on switch.

once she’s cleaned up and ready for bed, you give a curt goodbye to your fans. turning off your camera and the phone it’s connected to, tossing them on the dresser to be forgotten about for the rest of the night.

she’s almost asleep, lashes fluttering as her eyes struggle to stay open. you can’t blame her, she’s been through some intense shit.

“going to sleep?” you ask, laughing as she nods and rolls her head onto your shoulder. soft snores soon filling the otherwise quiet air; save for the tv you just turned on, and the faint whirr of the air conditioning. she clings to you like a baby koala would hang onto its mother, not letting you move an inch away. it’s just too comfortable and her body’s already immobilized with exhaustion. “annnnd she’s out.”

in some way you manage to wiggle your way under the sheets with vi still on top of you, slowly pulling the covers up and draping them around you both. this would probably be the best rest she’s had in forever.

“sleep tight, honey.”

[sprytesukii]

teen sleaze

bachira meguru x reader

as the campus slut, bachira has a very specific type (one you don’t fit into), so when he zeroes in on you at a party with the intent to take you home, it leaves you thrown off kilter.

rating : 18+, explicit, MDNI

wc : 3.9k (in under 3 hours ….. am i cooked)

tags : DARK CONTENT, very dubious consent (bachira gets reader very drunk & resistant at first), forced intoxication (alcohol), manipulation, transmasc!reader (good boy, dick, cock, pussy, cunt all used in reference to reader & his anatomy), transmasc!bachira, reader wears a binder, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, restraints (a hoodie immobilizes reader), frotting / scissoring (they bump purses :p), oral (reader!receiving), nipple torture, pussy slapping, references to virginity (bachira is a 'virgin killer', reader is not a virgin, virginity is a construct <3), bachira is mean & needy, other things i’m certain, ask to tag

an : i …. have nothing to say except sorry for teasing this for so long and that i wrote this with my dick in my hand ….. i love you my fellow trans men , i will continue to spread my agenda of trans!bllk boys to fulfill my t4t dreams <3

Bachira's bedroom is cute.

It's one of the first things you notice, though your glassy eyes and gin-addled mind make it difficult to pick up any real details, only bits and pieces. Flashes.

A beanbag in the corner, covered in stuffed animals. Anime figurines on his desk. Cat-eared gaming headphones hanging on his expensive looking monitor. A pin-up League of Legends poster above his queen sized bed.

You do your best to take in as much as possible — it isn't often (read: never) Bachira allows his conquests into his sacred space, preferring to take them into low traffic bathrooms in unpopular buildings on campus or in strangers' bedrooms at parties.

You're not entirely sure why you're the one he's breaking routine for — you aren't anyone special. He's certainly not in love with you — you're honestly not sure he's capable of that — and you're definitely not his usual type for these … excursions.

His type? Sweet. Inexperienced. Virginal. All glittery pink gloss, tiny tennis skirts, and heavily mascara'ed lashes that run so pretty when he takes them to the brink again, and again, and again.

Or, so you've heard. A lot.

Tittering girls comparing and contrasting their experiences and his technique in the caf, the library, even in the communal bathrooms on your dorm's floor. Even some of your acquaintances have "taken him for a spin," and all they have are rave reviews.

If you had marginally less shame, you'd admit to yourself that he's intriguing, at the the barest of minimums. He's incredibly pretty, no doubt, and the bubbly disposition overlaying his thinly veiled, arrogant, sleazy energy is insanely attractive (well, no one's ever accused you of having good taste in men).

Your friends all know you (a little too well), so when the two of you end up at the same functions, something that's bound to happen with the amount of mutuals you have, they all encourage you to go for it. To proposition him. He's such a slut, it's not like he's going to say no.

(Their words, not yours, though you'd be hard pressed to disagree.)

But every time, without fail, you brush them off, always citing some bullshit excuse in order to cover for the fact you're so into him, it's not even funny.

So, it's not that you don't like Bachira. It's just that … you aren't his type. At all.

You're not flowery or flouncy. You're nowhere near sweet. You're caustic, shitty, and, most importantly, you're not a virgin.

You're inexperienced, sure. You can count on two hands the amount of sexual encounters you've had and that number whittles down to one when you factor in whether or not it was even good, but, you don't exude the innocent vibe Bachira's track record indicates he's into.

That's why you were so surprised when Bachira singled you out at the party earlier in the night, zeroing in on you with an unfailing, unflinching precision that had you startled. A little overwhelmed, but only because you'd never been faced with the full brunt of his enthusiastic focus, bright yellow eyes trained on you with the intensity of a hunter looking for any sign of weakness in his prey.

Your friends all but disappeared when he approached you, two cups of some unidentifiable liquid in his (big, long-fingered) hands. He'd looked charming — a crooked grin playing on his full lips, his curled short hair tucked behind his ears. So much so, in fact, that you'd almost completely forgot about the way he skulked around the humid living room, engaging in racouous conversation with strangers while never looking away from you.

Bachira had offered you the drink, and although you'd already had one (or two, or five) already, his teasing expression and his pretty, pretty face made it nearly impossible to say no.

So, you took it, the burn of the alcohol (vodka? no, gin, god, you hate gin-) warming your throat and settling funny in your tummy. You knew you were riding the rail-thin line between pleasantly drunk and completely wasted, but just a sip from Bachira's cup tipped you right over the edge.

You had tried to put it down, recognizing your limits and backing away from them, but then Bachira pouted at you. Legitimately pouted — an expression that would be nauseating on any other grown man. On him, though, it was cute. Convincing. A pang of embarrassment had hit you right in the gut, only made worse by his quiet coo of, You sure that's all you can take? Thought you were stronger than that.

Your sober mind would have scoffed at the transparent challenge in his tone, no matter how saccharinely coated it was, but drunk you is a lot easier apparently. A lot more worried about disappointing Bachira, weirdly enough.

There was no time to examine that thought though. You had a drink to finish. You brought the cup back up to your lips, content to take a few more sips just to appease him, when two of his fingers tip up the bottom of the plastic, forcing two or three shots worth of liquid down your throat.

You spluttered, choking and dropping the cup, but Bachira held your mouth shut by pressing those same fingers to your chin and subtly pinching your nose, effectively cutting off your airways and forcing you to swallow.

That's it, there ya go. Look! All better now, right? His soft voice somehow cut through the roaring in your ears, soothing the rapidly quieting sober voice that was screaming at the injustice. The violation.

You had opened watery eyes and all you could see was Bachira, standing so close he took up your entire field of vision, a contented smirk spread wide over his face. You should've known then, but you didn't. You were too drunk, too inexperienced, too trusting.

You should've been sober enough to see his grin turn sinister, should've been able to hear the underlying excitement in his voice when you tripped over yourself, your legs made unreliable. Should've been able to protest when he tucked you against his side and made excuses to your friends about how you don't know how to handle your liquor and how he needs to walk you back to the dorms, the friendly thing to do.

(And that's what you are, right? Friends?)

You should've noticed when he made a few too many wrong turns, walking farther and farther away from campus, until you ended up at the upperclassman apartments, herded up the stairs and to his room where you are now.

The world is spinning. You're dizzy. So drunk. Bachira disappeared into the bathroom the moment he deposited you on the bed, leaving you to try and piece together exactly how you got here and what feels so wrong.

Hot. It's hot. That's the explanation your drunk mind comes up with for the reason your chest feels tight, the reason there's a blaring warning light blinking in the ever shrinking sober recesses of your brain.

With great effort, you sit up, nearly tipping over in the opposite direction in the process, but you manage it, reaching for the hem of your hoodie with the intent of pulling it up and off. Somehow, you get tangled in it, the directions your intoxicated mind give to your limbs getting lost in translation.

The heavy fabric covers your face entirely and traps your arms above your head, unable to move. You whine, embarrassed and still hot, so hot.

The position you're left in is exposing. You can feel your nipples pebble beneath your binder and your tank top, your happy trail bared by the way your tank has ridden up. The idea of Bachira seeing you like this is humiliating so you go to pull it down, but your arms and face are firmly stuck.

You're trapped.

The toilet flushes at this moment and you tense, stilling your struggling body to sit up as still as you can and listen. It's still difficult to focus, but you manage to pick up a few things.

The sound of the sink running. A glass hitting the counter and the water running again. When you strain, you hear a something small hitting the side of the glass and fizzing, but then the door opens and you can hear nothing but the rushing of blood in your ears.

"Brought you some — oh? What's this?" Bachira's tone is teasing, a little mean-spirited. You can't see him but you hear him get closer, setting the glass down on the nightstand before cold knuckles abruptly run through the coarse hair leading to down into your boxers.

You flinch back, curling up on yourself, and Bachira laughs, tone drastically different than the bright one he usually affects around campus.

"Don't be nervous. Let me see." You shake your head 'no' as best you can in the current circumstances, the movement prompting another wave of dizziness that has you tipping over into his sheets. "Aw, you can't even sit up right, can you? You need my help for that too?"

A choked sob escapes your lips, despite your best efforts, tears dripping down the side of your face and soaking the fabric. Bachira coos, condescending, and the bed dips under his weight where he sits beside you.

"Oh, you're crying! I bet you look real pretty like that, but I don't wanna take this off yet." He tugs at the hoodie around your arms, laughing when you try to drunkenly squirm away. "No, no, don't try to move. It hurts your head to move, doesn't it?"

When he doesn't speak again, you realize he's waiting for an answer. You sniffle. It does hurt your head when you try to move, leaves you feeling unsteady, swimmy.

"Yeah…" you whimper, embarrassed about how wrecked your voice sounds, even muffled. Bachira makes a noise of approval, one of his hands coming up to slowly push you onto your back.

"That's what I'm here for, 'kay? 'M gonna take care of you."

It sounds good, in this moment, to be taken care of. Everything you do gives you nothing but vertigo and discomfort, so it only makes sense to let Bachira do it for you, right?

Slowly, your legs unfold to lay flat against the bed, tears slowing down as your inebriated brain comes to terms with this new reality.

(Nevermind the fact that Bachira is a veritable stranger and has deliberately kept you in such a disadvantageous position. Your sober self weeps.)

"What a good boy," Bachira purrs. The words hit you unexpectedly, your cunt releasing a pulse of slick into your boxers and you whine, pressing your thighs together in attempts to get a little relief.

There's a pause, long enough for you to bite your lip, beating yourself up for making any noise at all — this isn't even sexual anyway, right? Why do you have to be such a freak?

"Ah," he sighs, hair audibly swishing as he shakes his head, effectively dislodging you from your thoughts. "I should've known praise would do it. You virgins are so predictable."

There's thinly veiled disappointment there and it rings in your ears, flooding you with mortification and a desire to defend yourself. To make yourself more appealing to the boy taking advantage of you.

"N-no. 'M not-a virgin." Your words, although slurred, ring clear to Bachira, but instead of assuaging you, he scoffs. The bed creaks as he shifts his weight around and you brace yourself, but you're still surprised when he flicks your hardened nipple through your shirt and binder, jolting against the sheets.

You can't defend yourself or cover your chest to prevent his attacks. He flicks the same nipple again while pinching the other, hard, and tears start welling up again, spilling over your cheeks. Bachira laughs meanly, pinching and plucking until your nubs are sore and throbbing, even beneath your layers.

"Not a virgin, huh? Then why're you so sensitive? No one touches you here?" He twists your abused skin and you howl, arching up into the touch in spite of the pain. "I don't like liars, y'know. I'm taking the time out of my night to take care of you, and all you're doing is being dishonest. That's rude, no?"

A shuddery cry eeks free from your lips, the cloth over your face almost entirely saturated with your tears. "I'm n-not lying."

Bachira hums derisively, before pushing your shirt and binder up, allowing your chest fat to spill free. He doesn't stop there, making quick work of the button on your jeans to yank them off over your shoes, leaving you in your boxers and sneakers. Exposed.

With your pants gone, you can feel how soaked you are. The flimsy crotch of your underwear clings to your folds and you're sure Bachira can see your dick pulsing where it stands hard and throbbing. You gasp, ashamed, and you snap your legs shut, trying to save whatever's left of your dignity, but Bachira doesn't let you.

He grabs your thighs and forces them open, the cool air and mandhandling sending another wave of arousal flooding out of you and dripping down to your ass. You're on display and, judging by the new lightness of the bed and the man-sized heat in between your legs, Bachira has the best view.

"Wh-what're you doin'?" you ask, voice shot and thready. In lieu of responding, Bachira hooks his hands beneath your calves and spreads your legs even wider, forcing the seam of your boxers harder against your cock. You can't help but moan, burying your face against your arm to quiet the noise a little more than the hoodie does.

Two of Bachira's knuckles brush against your lower lips and it tightens like a vice around nothing, leaking against his digits as if in greeting. "Such a greedy, sensitive pussy," he says reverently, breathless, "Girls don't get this wet. I'd assume it was the T, but this is all you, isn't it? Ha, you're gonna ruin my sheets."

A part of you preens at the comparison while the other thrashes, begging for freedom. Both parts fall silent when Bachira drags his hand up to thumb at the underside of your dick, the pleasure that ensues so sharp, it makes you shake, your orgasm suddenly a breath away.

You try to tilt your hips away, to save yourself the shame of coming from nothing, but his free hand holds you down at the waist while the other disappears entirely from your cunt.

The loss leaves you feeling both relieved and bereft. You sigh shakily, trying to catch your breath, but before you can —

SLAP!

The impact of Bachira's palm against your sopping cunt and cock sends you right over the edge. You convulse, nerves alight, as you cum and cum and cum, liquid squirting out of you and absolutely drenching the bedcovers below. It's an orgasm unlike anything you've ever had before, abrupt and intense, and by the time it's over, you've lost feeling in one of your hands and you're shivering.

"Fuck, that was hot. 'M so wet, I can't - I need —" Bachira sounds wrecked for the first time this entire night and if you were less cum-drunk (or drunk-drunk for that matter), you'd revel in the frantic way he wrenches your boxers off and to the floor, before his textured tongue is lapping at your hole, slurping up your cum.

As it stands though, you lie there limply, hips twitching beneath his ministrations. You moan pornographically every time he brushes against your dick, but it's always incidental. He's not trying to get you off — this is for him.

You cum again at this realization, a short burst of bliss as more cum dribbles out onto his awaiting tongue and Bachira groans at your taste, eating you like he's starving for it. It's so messy, between his spit and your slick, but that just makes the slide of his muscle easier through your folds, cleaning you of your essence.

Arousal coils at the base of your spine, wrapping around you and warming you from the waist up. All his transgressions forgotten in favor of this unmatched pleasure.

Your eyes roll back in your skull when he takes your cock into his mouth, all the way down to the root, hollowing his cheeks and sucking on it while his tongue traces his name on the underside. Your hips jerk from the overstimulation, from the sparks bursting behind your eyelids and pulsating in your pussy, but he doesn't let you move, both hands holding your hips firmly in place.

"B-Bachira - Meguru, I can't—" At the sound of his given name, Bachira pulls off your dick with a wet, suction noise, a gravelly noise wrenched from his chest. He slaps your cunt again and again, the wet sound reverberating through the room, and you sob, squirt shooting out of you as your hole spasms weakly.

"Ngh, you can, you can take it," he mewls, shoving three fingers into your still pulsating pussy, crooking them upwards and hitting your g-spot with insane precision, forcing more ejaculate from you.

It's so much — too much — and you nearly black out from the onslaught, your back arching like you're being exorcised as he fingers you within an inch of your life.

His thumb comes up to circle your cock and you wail, body trying to curl in on itself, legs attempting to close around his arm. Bachira just pushes your legs back open and you're reminded of his strength, of how he's able to push you around, manuever you however he feels like, forcing you through orgasm after orgasm until you're just a shell of yourself.

You cum again on his fingers, drenching his hand all the way up to his wrist, before he pulls out with a squelch. He laughs, but the sound is strained, tight. Distracted.

Your brain has completely leaked out of your ears, sober self bludgeoned over the head and quiet, so you can't figure out why. Distantly, your subconcious registers the sounds of a belt clinking, a zipper, and fabric hitting the ground, but they're hazy and far away. You can't put the pieces together, you're so thoroughly wrung out, floating away.

A large hand spreads your legs again and you whine discontentedly, the fog you'd found yourself in threatening to slip away. Bachira shushes you as the bed dips and the hand leaves your thigh, only to start tugging at the hoodie surrounding you.

You've grown accustomed to the darkness, so when it starts to lift, you panic, trying to thrash, to turn away, to make your discomfort known, but you can barely move, all the fight drained out of you. Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut at the last second before light floods your vision, making you groan, barely dried tear tracks cracking at the corners.

"Shh," Bachira whispers, strung-out, his hands bringing your arms back down to your sides. Your shoulders throb where they were held above your head for what felt like hours, a shaky sigh slipping through your parted lips.

You melt back into the sheets, exhaustion setting in, but then your legs are spread again, pressed up against your chest. Your cunt is tacky, cock peeking out of your puffy folds even now and Bachira whimpers, rubbing his thumb against your tip.

"No, no, no, no," you shake your head, ignoring the dizziness that ensues in favor of protesting. "No more, I can't."

Even as you say it, your legs fall open more of their own volition, giving him more access which he takes greedily. A new sensation descends upon your pussy — something dripping, swollen, and throbbing presses against you.

It's so unfamiliar, you wrench your eyes open, blinking away the tears and bleariness to see Bachira completely naked and red-faced, dragging his cunt against yours.

You moan outright at the image, your eyes darting over every ounce of bared skin — from his broad shoulders to his small waist, top surgery scars shiny from healing and begging for your mouth, all the way down to his fat little cock, framed by his curly, heart-shaped bush and emerging from his positively soaked pussy.

He's so fucking beautiful. You want him to cum.

Bachira notices your wandering eyes and shoots you a cocky smile, but it doesn't carry the same weight when his mouth drops open on a gasp as your dicks rub together just right. (You're not much better, biting your lip to stave off an embarrassingly loud moan.)

"L-look who decided to join t-the party! Mmf, fuck — you're gonna make me cum~" he lilts, voice breaking when you roll your hips up to meet his. Strings of slick connect the both of you, smacking suction sounds resounding as his frotting picks up speed.

You watch on enraptured, your own building orgasm taking a backseat to watching Bachira get his. His mouth drops open, eyes fluttering to half mast as he pushes his folds in between yours like a french kiss, cocks catching on every other pass.

You've never done this before — rubbed against someone else, gasping when his nub notches against your entrance on one particularly long grind — but now you never want to stop.

Remembering you have arms again makes you light up, reaching for his ass to drag him more firmly against you, the action making his pussy leak all over your dick and pulling a soft moan from his chest.

"C'mon, use me," you encourage, your words breaking off into a choked groan when the undersides of your lengths rub against each other. You keep him there, pulsing your hips against his to prolong the feeling, that coil winding tighter and tighter.

Bachira shakes his head in disbelief, laughing, breath hitching as he leans over you, changing the angle to one where you see stars. Drool leaks out the corner of your lips and you rut mindlessly, every stroke sending sparks flying up and down your spine, and you know it won't be long for either of you.

"S-shit, fuck, fuck —" Bachira cums first with a quiet groan of your name, cut off by him sinking his teeth into your neck. Blinding pain creates starbursts in your vision, but you don't care, not when you can feel the way he soaks your pussy, his squirt and slick drowning your pubes, his cock throbbing against yours.

His hips twitch against yours as he rides out his orgasm and that does it for you, cumming against him so hard you shake, garbling out something like thank you, before you collapse.

Your movement dislodges Bachira's teeth from your neck and he sighs contentedly, rolling onto his sheets at your side. Neither of you speak for a long moment, chests heaving, until you start slipping into unconciousness, your body finally shutting down.

This means you don't notice how Bachira tucks himself up against your back and looks down at your sleeping face, his eyebrows furrowed, oddly vulnerable. It means you don't notice the way he lightly traces your body with his fingertips, pulling your binder and tank down in a belated, uncharacteristic display of respect. It means you don't notice the way Bachira runs his fingers through your bush appreciatively, before pushing two of his fingers past your spent cock and into your hole, hooking them up and leaving them there for you to warm.

It means you don't see how quickly Meguru drops off after that, soothed by your proximity and warmth, despite the fact that falling asleep with his bedwarmers just isn't something he does.

(You'd thought before that Bachira wasn't capable of love, but when you wake up the next morning to clean sheets, your favorite breakfast, his glittering eyes, a genuine smile, and a vibrator pressed to the tip of your cock as he kisses the scabbing imprint of his teeth in your shoulder —

you think you might've been wrong.)

[kyunghwannie]

Hello, dear readers.👀

This is a Random Rant Post, But I Need to Address Some Real Nonsense.

Alright, let’s talk about something that’s been bothering me: why do some people have a personal vendetta against Male Reader x GG Idol stories? Like, did a self-insert male reader steal your lunch money or something?? Because the level of anger some of y’all have is INSANE.

I swear, most of us writing these stories have never slandered GG Idol x Female Reader writers. Hell, I even even read those stories because a good plot is a good plot. But suddenly, people act like we committed a war crime just for existing.

And then there’s the real unhinged people—like the one who literally posted that writers like me deserve a painful death for writing Male Reader x TWICE or any GG idol. EXCUSE ME?! Ma’am, sir, entity from the void—are you okay? Because that’s not “criticism,” that’s psychotic behavior.

I personally got DMs from someone (possibly a woman, as their profile said) cursing me out for writing TWICE x Male Reader because, and I quote, “TWICE belong to the girls.” First of all, NO. TWICE belong to themselves. Not to only men. Not to only women. Not to the person throwing a tantrum in my inbox. They’re idols, not Pokémon—you don’t ‘own’ them.

Look, I don’t care about your gender, your sexuality, your preferences (Iam a straight boy and that's what matters to me. Other shit be damned)—write what you want, read what you want, and let others do the same. It’s really that simple. But when you start sending death wishes or acting like my mere existence offends you… yeah, I’m gonna be rude right back.

To the crybabies who get triggered just by seeing GG Idol x Male Reader stories: We will continue to write. We will continue to enjoy our stories. And you? You can go cry into your pillow or start a Male Reader Eradication Club, I don’t care. Your opinions, threats, and bad vibes? Straight to the trash where they belong.. Or just your parents need to refund you to the hospital you were born in because people like you who sends literal triggering death wishes are just disappointments.

All we want is a chill, supportive community where everyone can write, read, and have fun. Too much to ask? Apparently. But hey, I’ll be over here, vibing and writing more TWICE x Male Reader, because nothing fuels my creativity more than annoying haters. 😘

Oh, but wait—we’re not done yet. Because the hypocrisy in this situation is giving me whiplash.

So let me get this straight: I’m the villain for writing Male Reader x TWICE, but you can write GG Idol x Female Reader and that’s totally fine? OH OKAY, GOT IT. So when y’all do it, it’s “artistic expression,” but when we do it, it’s suddenly a crime against humanity?? Make it make sense, because right now, it’s looking like delusion with a side of double standards.

And to those truly unhinged ONCEs who cursed me out in my DMs, let me ask you something real quick: DO YOU OWN JYPE? Like, did you wake up one day and legally become J.Y. Park? Are you sitting in the boardroom making executive decisions on who’s allowed to write what? No? Then why are you acting like TWICE’s personal gatekeeper? Sis, bro, mysterious keyboard warrior—go touch some grass. 🌱

Meanwhile, I’ll be along with other goated writers over here, writing more Male Reader x TWICE or GG Idol content just to spite you. Maybe I’ll even make it spicier. Who knows? Life’s full of surprises. But one thing’s for sure: I’m not going anywhere. And neither are my fellow writers. So either sit back and deal with it, or keep screaming into the void. Either way—I’m still writing, and you’re still mad. 😘

And my fellow people who supports my sayings here, SPREAD MY WORD AND LET THEM HEAR THAT WHAT THEY ARE DOING IS BULLSH!T"

[ichigo-dream]

Leon Kennedy - Eating Headcannons (SFW + NSFW)

Dream and I were having a drinks sesh cause the weather is good with us atm, and we ended up having a full discussion about Leon and eating. We were discussing the criteria to qualify as what we have coined a “neo fem-boy”, and how Leon has a lilll bit of squish to him despite the muscle - cause baby boy likes to EAT (both figuratively and metaphorically). Leon canonically put on 40 lbs of pure muscle between RE 2 and RE 4, yet he still somehow looks a lil bit soft and squishy soooooo we had to write this shit down.

Basically we just wanna eat up soft Leon, enjoy~

SFW

It's established canon that this man wants dinner all the time (see Leon in Infinite Darkness and Damnation)

This boy is hobbit-coded - baby boy needs at least three square meals a day - we’re talking full fry up in the morning, actual lunch and a spread for dinner. Might even squeeze in brunch and supper while he’s at it.

Snack, snacks, snacks - always snacking on something.

Having low blood sugar and being in a relationship with Leon is a match made in Heaven.

Lil baby has a sweet tooth

His jacket and coat pockets will always have some form of sweet in them - gum, lollipops, hard boiled sweets, Tiic Tacs, jawbreakers,

Any time you’re in the car together or watching a film, you can hear the hard sugar shell clacking against his teeth.

Will hide food, and eat in bed - you get into bed after a long day and when your head hits the pillow, you’ll hear a plastic rustle. Reaching under you’ll find a half-eaten packet of cookies or biscuits he’d been snacking on earlier that he had shoved under your pillow.

Will finish your food for you

Birthdays are his fav - any excuse to have cake this boy will use it - will eat any kind, but boy is a slut for vanilla cake and strawberry jam filling - you will often have to wipe the cream and jam from the corners of his mouth.

Will fuck up a strawberry sundae especially in the summer time.

Speaking of summer, it’s one of his favourite seasons

Loves to eat outside in the sunshine when it’s hot and balmy

Perfect weather for ice cream or milkshakes – and he won’t waste a single drop. If he notices some trickling down the cool glass in his hands, he’ll lick it up, completely oblivious to how the small action makes you blush.

You’ll often catch him eating his cereal standing up, watching TV or nosying at the neighbours having an argument in the streets below, still in his pyjama bottoms.

Loves milkshake straws - has a collection of different flavours - though, when he doesn’t use a straw, he is always oblivious to the cute lil milkstache.

Will squirt cream straight into his mouth in front of the fridge.

Weddings, and other events are the worst for him, as whilst he loves desserts, they rarely serve his favourites.

“I fucking hate pavlova” he grumbles, proceeding to eat it anyway, just to get his sugar fix.

Loves fruit - will eat raspberries one by one off the tips of his fingers.

You’ll catch him eating ice cream sitting on the kitchen floor in front of the fridge in the middle of the night, sucking on his spoon and looking at you like a deer in headlights when he sees you standing there watching him.

Will get cranky if he doesn’t get to eat - hangry vibes

If he wakes up late, he will refuse to leave without breakfast - this boy will run out the door with a piece of toast in his mouth like an anime school girl.

His RPD uniform has lots of “fancy pockets” and what are they good for? Emergency snack storage - nuts, sweets, biscuits, dried fruit. 

For his birthday, you buy him candy bracelets - heart eyes for days - and he sits and absent-mindedly sucks on them at his desk at work, thinking of you.

NSFW

As a birthday present, you wear a candy necklace during sex and Leon attacks your neck, sucking and biting at it whilst he fucks you.

Due to his habits, he always tastes sweet - all of him tastes sweet if you catch our drift (ya, his cum)

Whilst he’s squirting cream into his mouth, if you happen to be walking past and notice some of it lingering on the corners of his mouth and decide to lick it off, baby boy will forget everything he’s doing and fuck you over the kitchen table.

Speaking of cream - will use it on you when he fucks you, kitten-licking the sweet dollops off your warm skin (tits, collarbones, stomach - he's gonna eat you up)

If you’re curious about something he’s eating and want to taste some, he’ll kiss you in lieu of sharing (Leon is only possessive over two things - you and food).

Big into gum sharing - will use it as an excuse to start making out with you.

If things get a little messy when you’re eating cake, he will lick your hands clean if he’s in the mood.

Leon is a munch in more ways than one.

This boy will eat you out of house and home, including your pussy.

Could eat three square meals a day and will still go down on you like he’s starving.

Kitchen? Bedroom? Sofa? Standing up? Doesn’t matter - man’s is ready to munch anytime anywhere.

Whilst he’s eating you out, he’ll rut his hips against the bed - the sugar rush means he is always full of energy and ready to go at all times.

Will suck on your clit like it's a gobstopper.

Gets bratty when he hasn’t had a snack - but, it just so happens that he considers you to be the sweetest one.

Be prepared to be fucked within an inch of your life when he gets like this - or for him to eat you out until you can’t walk (will bring you a snack afterwards ofc).

This man gained 40lbs of muscle— but like we said, baby boy is still soft  

Leon puts you in a headlock whilst he fucks you and his biceps have a nice lil bit of squish which you relish in when he chokes you.

His ass jiggles - when he’s lying stomach down on bed, you love slapping it when you walk past and watching it jiggle like jelly - this action without fail will make him blush and whine “Stop!” every time.

You like to bite him

He’s too cute and squishy to resist honestly

Playfully nibbling his plump lil cheek

Biting his thick arms

When you’re riding him and can’t resist playfully kneading his tits like a kitten, and it makes him grab your wrists and fuck into you harder - he’ll later claim that him turning red from his cheeks to his chest was from exertion and not embarrassment.

He is the comfiest place to lie on when you’re fucked out and riding the waves of post-orgasmic bliss.

If you made it this far, comment “Bingo!”

Thank you for reading!

Love,

Ichigo and Dream xoxo

[yesihaveaobsession]

Beautiful Crazy

Alastor x female reader x Rosie

Summary: Alastor brings you to meet the one and only Rosie! But she can't help but tease the deer demon about his crush on the reader (you).

A/N- Got another request! Asking for an Alastor x Rosie and Rosie teases him about his crush on the reader so! Here you have it ALSO for those supernatural peeps like me I'm thinking about writing a fic about how the reader (y'all) lose your memory and Alastor has to watch over y'all (Like in Regarding Dean) :D

Anyways! I hope y'all enjoy, ALSO...

(Request: @pepperthebi-spy)

You were now linked arm in arm with Alastor, walking down the streets of Hell. He wanted you to meet a very good friend of his. You soon found yourself in Cannibal Town. It was very new to you, so you took everything in, despite the name. It seemed calm and nice. Alastor watched as you absorbed everything while you two walked, his smile never faltering.

"This looks surprisingly nice?" you asked as you looked up at him. "Isn't it though? And it's all thanks to a very special someone." You thought to yourself, surprised that he actually had friends. Not to be rude, but it surprised you because the vibes he gave off at the hotel were much different from when the two of you were walking.

Alastor opened the door for you, and you thanked him politely. You then entered 'Rosie's Emporium.' She was behind the counter trying to sell finger lipstick to a younger woman. That's when her eyes landed on you two. She gasped and rounded from behind the counter, which was stacked with jarred pickled appendages. "Alastor!" she said cheerfully, and they hugged. Weird, he doesn't like being touched, you thought. After they hugged, Rosie's eyes landed on you.

"Well, darling, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" she greeted you with her grin widening as she pinched your cheeks. Then she straightened back up and placed her hands on her hips. "And who might this fine specimen be?" She called you pretty. Alastor, who was watching all of this go on with a closed-lipped smile and almost hooded eyes, with his cane and arms behind his back, his gaze flickered over towards you. A subtle warmth danced in his eyes. "Ah, this delightful creature is my companion for the day, Y/N," Alastor said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

That's when Rosie's expression became curious, and she walked over. She noticed the warmth in Alastor's eyes. "Oh? And what an interesting pair you are, too," she said, leaning in to get a closer look at you. You felt pressured for some reason, so you decided to look around at the stocked shelves. Rosie straightened up again with a playful glint.

"Do you mind if I look around? I see some interesting stuff here I might want to try." You smiled, and Rosie nodded. You then looked over at Alastor and excused yourself from the conversation.

"Oh, I see how it is," Rosie teased, her voice dropping to a whisper and covering it so you wouldn't see. "Alastor here's got himself a crush, don't he?" Alastor's smile faltered ever so slightly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he cleared his throat. "My dear Rosie, you know how rumors tend to spread like wildfire in this town."

The corner of her mouth curled upward in a sly smile. "Oh, come on, I know that look. It's clear as the sunlit day that there's something special going on." She elbowed him in a teasing way. Alastor really likes you; you see, ever since you came to the hotel, you soon became close friends with The Radio Demon. He was surprised at first that you didn't find him intimidating, but that soon led to a crush on you, which he kept to himself.

Alastor took his arms and cane from behind his back and put it out in front of him. He cleared his throat, his cheeks slowly turning a brighter tint of pink as he was clearly caught off-guard by Rosie's persistent teasing. He wasn't used to it. "Alright," his voice dropped an octave and seemed to lose his radio static for a second. "Maybe I'm quite fond of the girl." He admitted, and Rosie gasped and giggled, getting all giddy just like how Charlie would if he had told her.

Rosie's laughter brought a genuine smile to Alastor's face as he let out a soft chuckle. "There, ain't that much sweeter than sugar?" Rosie asked with a smug grin. That's when you came back over with a jarred of something. You weren't sure what it was, but that didn't stop you.

"Excuse me, what is this?" You asked, holding it up to Rosie. She inspected it and told you that it was jarred toes and that those were a big hit in her shop, also telling you the price. "$4.55, but it's on the house," she said, and your eyes lit up as Rosie looked back over at Alastor, then back at you trying to hide her smile.

"So, am I missing anything important?"

"Well, I," Alastor began, but that's when your phone buzzed. "This might be Charlie, pardon me, I'll be back." You left to go answer the phone call, and it was Charlie who said she needed the two of your back.

"So, are you going to tell her?" Rosie asked. "I- I don't know," Alastor replied, his ears flopping down slightly then perching back up.

"Do it, you won't regret it," she spoke. "Let me know if you need help." Rosie squealed in excitement. That soon came to an end when you walked back into the little shop.

"So, when's the wedding." Rosie teased., you walked back into the little shop.

"Hey Al, Charlie needs us back at the hotel," you spoke. He noticed the little nickname, and his heart went fleeing inside but only let out a nod and twirled his cane. He looked over at Rosie and kissed her hand as he then linked arms with you as you two made your way back to the hotel to help the Princess of Hell. He needed to plan accordingly to tell you, but how was he going to do it?

Dancing? A nice dinner? Whatever it was, he was going to have to up his game, and he's going to have to do it quickly. He doesn't want to lose the chance with such a beautiful creature like you.

[cynisterlycylly]

Part 2 of Cyn being the best character ever, if you want to read more of my crazy rambling go check out my first post about her. Onward to her Tessa cosplays!

Alright so this design is very solid and I love the vibe of it how it's able to go from mysterious and somewhat spooky to being a silly goofy goober. One of my favorite parts about her characterization is how differently she acts from the real Tessa but it's not obvious that she Cyn, like she has none of Cyn mannerisms and she has a pretty good excuse if she acts out of character because it makes sense that she wouldn't be the same person after all of that. (I hope this made sense, I am really struggling on how to express my thoughts on her) Another thing I like about it is how it looks like a uniform/ regular space suit while also being personalized by "Tessa" with the bow and the stickers on the helmet. Also she has some of my favorite jokes in the series like her insistence on being a human is very funny even without the reveal.

Ok on to the design that made me obsess with her

AAAASSAASSAASAAASSKRBJDJCFJFNHFBDJDJDHNEMEKSKDLDLDKFKKDKEMFNRNFNVJRN I LOVE THIS DESIGN SO MUCH! ITS GOD DAMN GOOD! I love the body horror aspect of design with human hands usually just hang there and the other robot parts just popping out of the skin and the stitches all over the place shows how badly Tessa skin is holding up, also the fleshy stuff around the eyes gives me the impression that she had to make Tessa eye sockets bigger so her robot eyes could fit. Another thing I love about the design is how expressive she is with her almost constant wide toothy smile and her X eyes are so cool I love it sooooo much!

Alright enough gushing about her design now on to her personality! I love how playfully vicious she was during the entire fight, she was having such a good time while everyone else was fighting for their lives, and I also love how she did not care about J being knocked out of the fight, she knew she didn't need her. I think probably her best scene was the callback ping scene, it is Just so fucking good I love it so much, the horror, the tension when v arrived I love so much. I also love how she just goes from scanning the area to immediately growing a thousand hands to try to find N and Uzi, like that is so extra you go girl.

Weird complaint but I don't like it when people say Cyn is impersonating Tessa when she says "hello uzi... HI N" like no that's just her being excited to see N because if she wanted to impersonate Tessa she would just spoke with Tessa's voice.

Alright on to why I think Cyn and the Solver separate entities, connected? Almost definitely but not the same. Alright my biggest piece of evidence is at the beginning of episode 5 we see cyn first wake up and we see on her screen "I will not discard you" why would the solver be talking to itself, another piece of evidence is Cyn say this "We know it mutates in damaged AI. It took Cyn as a host, then it took everything. The humans here saw what was happening at home, thought they could understand it. All they did was spread it". Now to be fair she could be lying but in this case there is no reason for her to be lying, lying about this wouldn't help her credibility as Tessa and we know she is trying to kill any other drone infected with the solver so why would the Solver even let other drones get infected with itself if it doesn't want other drones infected. Another point is this dialogue "Not sure it needs you, buddy." The wording here would be weird if she was talking about herself why would she refer to herself as a separate entity and at this point she has basically already given herself away as not just a human so no point in lying also Cyn is never shown to use it as a pronoun for herself and that feels important that she constantly refers to herself and the Solver as separate.

Here is at least what I think the Solver is, the Solver is a Eldritch computer virus that corrupts AI it infects and Cyn was it's first successful host and maybe like Uzi it started as somewhat dormant but awoken and then started to slowly corrupted Cyn making once innocent quicks and twisting them into horrific actions, for example think of Cyn mimicking Tessa in her hair for whatever reason and of course that eventually turn into Cyn wearing Tessa, or maybe look at her relationship with N how it started as N being Cyn big brother to being Cyn favorite toy.

Alright couple more things I need to mention before I'm done, I'm doing it as a list because I like organizing my thoughts in the form of a list

-FitzyVA did a wonderful job voice her, Cyn voice is a big reason why I love them so much so Fitzy if you somehow see this keep doing what your doing, your doing great!

- I love that she sometimes says what she's doing like when she said "Climbing. criss-cross applesauce" it's so great it reminds me of something I would do when I was younger

- I wish we got to see more of manor Cyn

- I do not have alot to say about tail Cyn, I think it's kinda funny she is now attached to her brother's girlfriend

- I wish we got to see Cyn and V interact more, like we know what V thinks of Cyn in the present day but we don't really know what relationship they had back in the manor

Alright I think I'm done for now I am tired and I want to go to bed.

Also thank you for reading my incomprehensible ramblings about everyone's favorite silly Eldritch horror robot

[caramelcleopatraa]

CAUGHT IN 4K

word count: 3.3k

x: finals are coming up, so i'm gonna be very busy, but i'm still writing y'all (this is the most consistent i've been lol) (excuse any errors of course) Hope you guys enjoyyy! leave comments... please. I love your comments.

content: Imani has a crush on Roman. Their friend group goes on live and her secret comes to the light. She thought that she was going to be rejected and move on, but things never go the way people expect. Roman Reigns x Imani, 18+ MDNI, oral (m recieving), cowg!rl, creamp!e

Imani loved weekend kickbacks. Time to chillax with her favorite people, and get her mind off of things. It was moments like these she waited for. Drinks and joints in rotation, and endless fun for hours to come. Jimmy, Jey, Roman, Trinity Talia, and Imani. She wishes that she was only thinking about the good vibes that circulated in the atmosphere, but she was focused on something else. It wasn’t like she was necessarily trying to focus on Roman, but it was inevitable when she could see him so clearly from the kitchen. She knew that having a crush on him could possibly mess up the bond that the group has, but he was so gravitating, He was perfect in her eyes. She basically textbook described him when Trinity and Talia asked her to describe her dream man: Tall, muscular, sweet, absurdly attractive, charismatic, humorous, dedicated. God, she could go on to name every single one of his attributes that she loved. She tried to brush it off as a mistake at first, but there was no part about this that was a mistake. He had a tight grip on her, and he wasn't even aware. She wonders what would happen if he felt the same way. If those pretty brown eyes she daydreamed about would reciprocate the love she was anxiously waiting to give him. She could only imagine all of the things she could do for him, to him, and provide him. If she had him all to herself, how they would spend their nights alone. How it would feel to be wrapped in his embrace. How it would feel to get lost in him between the sheets for hours, and repeat it again the next day. If she had him all to herself.

“WE GETTIN TURNT!” Talia raised her glass in the air and yelled out to her viewers, watching her through the small rectangular frame. Jimmy came around the corner with uno cards in his hands as the six of us gathered around the table. Roman, Trinity, or Jey would pop into the frame to answer a couple of questions while Jimmy shuffles the cards and Imani gathers multiple bottles to bring to the table. “Mani! They have some questions for you!” Imani joins her party, sitting the bottles on the table and scanning through the comments.

‘Do you get to go backstage with the bloodline?’

“Yes! It's amazing, I'm not gonna lie.”

‘Please do a makeup tutorial!’

“Maybe, I don't have a youtube channel.”

‘Seen any guys that have caught your eye?’

“A couple, but they ain’t nothin’ important.”

“Oh word?” Talia and Trinity both look at her with curious faces, but Imani just giggles and goes back to answering questions. 

“Ooh this is a good one. Kiss, marry, fuck: Jason Momoa, Michael B. Jordan, and Roman Reigns,” Talia reads out loud. That question got everyone’s attention. Jimmy stopped fidgeting with the cards and Roman and Jey both put their phones down impatient for her answer. “Well?” Talia was definitely setting her up, and she could feel it. Thank god for her brown skin that covered her fastly spreading blush. “Do I have to answer this?” “Yes, you do. I'm intrigued now,” Trinity says, as Imani quickly takes a double take at the entire table to see them all staring at her. She sighs before surrendering and thinking hard about the question.

“I’ll… kiss… Michael B. Jordan, fuck Jason Momoa, and marry Roman Reigns.” She instantly regretted answering the question before Trinity pried at Imani to get out more information that everyone was itching to know. “Hmm, why marry Roman?” She quickly swiped her drink off of the table and took a long sip, hiding her face. In all honesty, she wanted to say that it was the easiest choice, but that would only make her sound suspicious. And that was not a conversation that she wanted to have in front of quite literally everyone. “I'm not interested in the other guys like that.” “So you’re interested in Roman?” ‘Wait- wait! Noo that's not what I meant!’

“No, I just wouldn't marry the other two men. It’s not that deep Trin,” Imani says, a failed attempt at dismissing the conversation. “You’ve never gotten this defensive before… don’t tell me that you in your feelings.” She could see Talia smirking at the corner of her eyes. She knew she had to stop this fast. “You’re reaching Talia,” Imani says, laughing to herself. “Oooooh Imani wants the Tribal Chief, huh?” Never in her life had she ever been more embarrassed. “Jimmy, for the love of god, please start dealing the cards,” Imani says, covering her face, her words muffled by her hands. Everyone laughs, finding amusement in her nervousness. She anxiously waited for Jimmy to start dealing the cards so this moment could pass.

11:27 pm

Several rounds of uno and spades passed, and the guests were slowly starting to make their way out. She noticed Talia, Trinity, Jey, and Jimmy momentarily texting throughout the night, which would probably explain why the four of them were explaining the consequence of Imani losing a couple of rounds. “Sooooo we thought of something. Don’t be mad! It’s just a punishment for losing so much,” Talia says, sticking out her tongue. “Your punishment is that you have to ask Roman to fuck you.” ‘ASK ROMAN TO WHATT!?!?’

Her surprised face told them everything they needed to know. “You'll be fine. Uce will probably be down to fuck either way,” Jey says. Imani gave Talia a death glare, making Talia laugh. “You’re trippin’ girl. Just approach him with the right energy and make him want to stay with you. I guess this answers the question of if you have a crush on him or not.” Before she could defend herself, Roman walks in from the restroom and the four of them are gone in the blink of an eye. ‘These trifling’ heifers’

“Guess they all left. I should be on my way out then. Thank you for the food and dr-” She steps in front of him, stopping him from exiting out the front door. He looks at her with confusion. “You okay?” Her heart was beating fast. She didn't fully think out what she was going to do after she stepped in front of him, but it was now or never. 

“Fuck me.”

“...what?”

“F-fuck me.” She couldn't look him in the eye the second time. The pressure weighing on her shoulders was too much. But the thing that was racking her brain the most was how close they were. She felt like this was a disaster taking place in real time. She hears a soft chuckle, looking up to see him lightly smiling at her. “Was this your punishment for losing?” She nods, and his smile stays fixed on his face. “Do you want me to?” 

‘...did he say what I think he just said?’

Her mind is searching for an answer, a reason to say no. But she can't find any. As embarrassing and confusing this was, she had daydreamed about this moment. Maybe he was just being nice and would give her a quick fuck to fulfill the punishment. That idea became her leading thought. “You don’t have to if you’re uncomf-” “Do you want me to fuck you Imani?”

‘Shit he’s not joking.’

She slowly nods, which prompts him to lock the front door behind you. Her head was spinning, trying her hardest to maintain her composure. “Ask me again.”

“Fuck me, please,” She says nervously, eyes returning her shiny tile floors. “I don’t believe you sweetheart. Ask me again.” His hand gently grabs at her chin, making Imani look at him. Once they made eye contact, she knew that she was done for. She was already feeling weak from just looking at him. She took a deep breath before finally saying, “Please fuck me Roman.”

He wasted no time pulling her into a heated kiss. Not that she minded. This felt like a wonderful dream that she didn't want to wake up from. Only this wasn't a dream, it was real life. She finally got to feel the body that she had been drooling over. Right now, he was hers, and she was going to make the most of it. 

Her curious hands creeped along his captivating body while they explored each other’s mouths, dragging her hands up his torso from underneath his shirt. He pulled away from her soft lips to trail wet kisses from her cheek to her neck. “Not shy anymore huh?” She couldn't be shy. Her desire for him had completely taken over. “I really need you right now Roman,” She pants out. 

“Bedroom?” She nods and takes his hand in hers, leading the way to her bedroom. The sway of her hips only made Roman more aroused, as he silently admired her body from behind.

They enter her bedroom and she doesn't get a chance to close the door before being pulled into his arms again, temporarily hoisting her in the air to lay her on the spacious bed. He pulls her into another messy kiss, setting his focus on getting rid of their bothersome clothes. He quickly tore his shirt from his body and she did the same with hers. Their lips connected again, moving in harmony. He started to make his way down her body, but she squeezed his shoulders, signaling him to stop. “I wanna make you feel good first.” Roman was surprised to say the least. He kissed her tummy and replied, “Are you sure?” She gives him a confident nod, with those big doe eyes and her beautiful smile. “Alright, what do you want me to do?” “Let’s switch places.”

She scooted to the side, giving him room to lay down on the bed. She crawled down to his waist, tugging both his sweatpants and boxers down. His dick springs out of his pants, finally free from cloth restraints. Her eyes locked with his before lowering down to lick the underside of him; from his balls to his mushroom tip. A wad of spit drips from her mouth and lands on his length, using her hand to lather him up. His soft hums let her know that he was feeling good, and she was determined to make him feel a whole lot better. 

Her juicy lips start at his tip, giving small kitten licks before taking the tip in her mouth. Her warm mouth felt so good on his dick. He didn't know that Imani was this nasty. She gives him kisses up and down his shaft before taking him in her mouth again. 

She didn’t waste any time trying to tease him. He was big, and filled mer mouth well, but it’s nothing she's never handled before. Before she continued, the warmth of her mouth left him once again. “Can you record this?” Just when he thought she couldn't get more nasty. 

“Record?” She nodded her head. “Only if you’re comfortable.” “I’m more than comfortable,” Roman says, while reaching into his sweatpants pocket. He grabs his phone and opens the camera app, pressing record. “It’s recording, baby.” 

She smiles at the camera, curling her fingers around the base of his dick and tapping him against her tongue. She takes him in her mouth again for the final time, keeping her hand put at the base. She bobs her head slowly, swiveling her head from left to right. 

She keeps moving slowly, making sure to fit all she can in her mouth. Her hand that stayed curled around his base, moved in juxtaposition, stroking the rest of him that her mouth couldn't get to. “Goddamn baby, that mouth feels so good. I need that mouth around my dick all the time.” She moans in response, giving him vibrations that made him feel oh so good. She had him moaning and groaning. She didn't mind that at all. She got a big ego boost that he was so vocal from her mouth working its magic. She took note of every moan, every twitch, and any reaction he made. Right now, she was focused on his pleasure. 

His grip on his phone tightened, trying his best to keep his composure. She moved her head faster, still bobbing up and down, and using her hand to stroke his remaining inches. “Ahh s-shit mama, you keep sucking my dick like that and imma cum in your mouth.” She looks at him, already staring at her every move while she’s giving him euphoria like pleasure. She moans around his dick again, feeling her panties dampen. Her other hand massaged his balls lightly. Her slurping sounds made him close to coming. 

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Those innocent eyes staring into him as he recorded her doing such lewd things. He tried his best not to tangle his hands in her hair and fuck her mouth full of him. But her mouth felt so good, and he wanted nothing more than to cum in her mouth. He couldn’t help himself when his hands disappeared into her hair, planting his feet on the bed and fucking up into her mouth. She put her hands behind her back, letting him use her as he pleased. His thrusts were quick, but soft, his balls slapping against her chin. “Oh fuck! I’m coming mama, ooh I'm comin’.” He kept her head steady while coming deep in her throat, and she accepted with jubilation. 

She bobbed her head a few more times, trying her best to overstimulate him the most she can, until his hand grabs her chin, lifting her up. “Slow down princess,” He says, ending the recording. She crawls up to meet him, giving him a quick passionate kiss. “See how good you taste?” Roman chuckles at her boldness. “Your turn. Lie down,” He says, trying to sit up, but fails due to her pushing him back down on the bed. “I need that dick right now daddy.”

“You don’t want me to eat that pussy?” She runs her hand through her messy hair. “God yes I do, but I need you to fuck me right now.” Her eyes did more pleading than her words. 

“I wanna record this too,” she says, looking down at his chest, tracing the intricate tattoo. He feels around the bed, finally grabbing the phone and reopening the camera app. “Can you prop it up somewhere? I want you to be able to touch me.” “Already on it baby.” He climbed back further on your bed, propping the phone up against the lamp on the nightstand. While he did that, she slid off her shorts and panties, throwing them behind her. He pressed record again, and instructed her to adjust herself so the camera could capture everything. 

His hands landed on her ass as they both observed themself. His hands felt so good kneading her ass, and she saw his eyes drinking in every part of her body. He couldn't keep his hands off of her curvaceous body, and he didn't want to. “You like it?” Her soft hands massaged his shoulders, making him groan softly. “I love it baby, love this ass.” An unexpected slap to her ass made her jump. “You sound so good, daddy.” His hands move her hips along his dick, grinding her body against his. 

“How long have you been thinking about this?” She shies away from his gaze, a sudden flash of embarrassment runs through her body. She had forgotten about all of her feelings of distress and nervousness and realized that she was running on arousal and adrenaline. “A-a couple of months.” He lifts her hips and grabs his length, rubbing the tip along her slit. A few rubs up and down her slickness before impaling her on his dick. They moan simultaneously, relishing in the mind numbing pleasure. “You been thinking about taking this dick baby?” She gives him small head nods, still captured by the feeling of him inside of her. His hands cupped her chin, turning her head to the direction of the phone, steadily recording them. His hands were full of her ass, moving her up and down his shaft slowly. His unsteady breaths and her elongated moans were harmonious. “Go ‘head then. Bounce that ass on my dick.”

Her eyes focused on him as she steadied herself, her hands placed on either side of his head. She throws her ass back, his thighs catching it every time. His eyes were still glued to the phone, watching her beautiful body on top of him. But it wouldn’t be long until he faced her again, her soft titties hanging in front of his face. She had daydreamed about fucking Roman, and she was finally doing it. It gave her confidence knowing that he couldn't keep his hands off of her body. Her facial expression told her exactly how she was feeling. It was almost overwhelming how sexy she was. Beautiful smile, sexy body, paired with addicting moans that made him want to fuck her all night long. 

“Mmm~ look at you taking daddy’s dick. You’re doing so good,” Roman pants, grabbing at her breasts. His gentle praises and gruff voice was enough to make her cum. His dominating presence, his words, his touch. This man had her mind running laps. Even though he wasn’t putting in any effort, he was hitting all the right spots.

Her words were slurred, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open spewing salacious moans. Her hips slowed down, the constant rhythm created by her ass and his thighs meeting no longer lasted while she hid in the crook of his neck. Her body was decorated with a sheet of sweat that didn’t take away from her golden hue. “Look at me.” She rested on her elbows, locking her eyes onto his. Their faces were laced with lust, an unsatisfied want for each other. 

His strong arms caged her in, preventing her from squirming or escaping. She was still catching her breath while Roman planted his feet on the bed again. He places a tender kiss on her cheek before fucking up into her. She grabbed on to any part of his body that could, her eyes fluttering shut. A harsh slap to her ass makes her scream in pleasure. “I said look at me,” Roman says, demanding her full attention.

“Ohhh- my god! You feel so fucking g-good!” Roman loved watching her unravel. How she screamed for glory while he fucked her. God, he could make this his favorite hobby. Making her cum over and over again. “Mhm- fuckk- keep talking to me baby.” Her mind was foggy. She could only focus on one thing right now, how good he was dicking her down. Roman was making her feel so good. She looked at his phone propped up on the nightstand again to see their reflection. Her ass rippled from his hard strokes. That sight alone had her ready to cum. “Shhit! I’m finna cum on that big ass dick!” “Yeah? You finna cum?”

Her nails dug into his broad shoulders, feeling a knot build up in her stomach. “Cum with me Imani, let me feel you cum around my dick.”

Her eyes shut as she came, her orgasm hitting like a dam breaking, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. His hips slowed down, but still gave her deep strokes, coming deep inside her. High pitched moans and deep grunts filled the room. His hands lazily grab her hips, allowing her to move again. She reached to grab the phone and ended the video, dropping the phone somewhere as she laid limp against his chest. His thumbs worked small circles as they both caught their breath. “I’m gonna take a shower when I get up, wanna join me?” Imani hears him chuckle, still working small circles into her hips. “Nah, we’re not done. I gotta eat that pussy, Imani.”

If these were the punishments she got for losing in spades, maybe losing wasn't so bad after all.

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[thetriumphantpanda]

Come Away With Me | Joel & Tommy Miller (Sunday)

Summary | The final day, but at last, not the final goodbye.

Word Count | 3K

Chapter Warnings | Familial fluff, plenty of emotions, explicit smut, breeding kink, cumplay/cum eating, unprotected PiV sex, creampie, breath play, possessive!Joel, lots of feels, but lots of happiness too.

Authors Note | Okay I know I teased DP but it ended up not fitting the vibe, please forgive me. BUT HERE WE ARE. THE LAST PROPER CHAPTER. We still have the epilogue to go, but I can't believe we're kinda wrapping up here. Thank you for all the love you give this series. I know this one is shorter, but I didn't want to drag it out, I hope you think it's a perfect as I think it is. If you enjoy this, please consider commenting, reblogging or coming into my ask box to scream with me. And, as always, If you want to support me, you can donate to my Ko-Fi.

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Tommy is still snoring softly into your ear when you wake the next morning, but the hand that Joel had kept clutched in his own all night is empty, his side of the bed cool again like it had been a few days ago. You let yourself have a moment wrapped up with Tommy, the warmth of his body almost lulling you back to sleep until you remember your son is here and one of you needs to get up to go and see to him. 

You extricate yourself gently from Tommy, being careful not to wake him. He’s spent the last week being at the beck and call of Joshua, so you decide to let him sleep in a little this morning. You throw on some comfy clothes that have been lying around the room for most of the week before heading down to the room you’d put Joshua down in the previous evening, but the door is open, and the bed is empty. The door to Sarah’s room is also open so you make your way down into the living area, but that’s also empty. 

The door to the back porch is slightly ajar, and when you step out onto it, you can see Sarah and Joel sat on the benches near the fire pit, where you’d been a few evenings before, Joshua sat on Joel’s knee as he bounces him up and down gently. It makes you heart swell and your eyes glass over with tears as you watch Sarah break off a little bit of her toast to put in his hand. One big, happy family. 

“Good morning.” You smile when you reach them, Joshua looking up at you with his hands sticky from the jam that had been on Sarah’s toast. 

“Mama!” He outstretches his arms for you to pick him up from Joel’s knee, which you do, cradling him to your neck in your usual morning hug. 

Sarah shuffles over, making room for you to sit between the two of them, you try not to sit too close to her father, but you can still feel his warmth through your clothes, as he moves his arm to put it on the back of the bench. You wish he’d wrap it around your shoulders as you move Joshua to sit on your lap. 

“You okay this morning, baba?” You ask him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

“Sarah fed me toast!” 

“You’re a lucky boy, aren’t you?” You chuckle, “She didn’t feed me any toast!” 

You’re still chuckling when Sarah’s hand comes into your periphery with her last slice of toast, holding it in front of you for you to take a bite, you let out a hearty laugh but take a bite none-the-less, because it looks like the toast Joel makes, covered in butter and slathered in fruity jam. 

“Don’t want anyone spreading rumors about me having favourites.” She laughs, taking her toast back for herself. 

Joel leans forward so he can see Sarah around your body, his hand resting on your arm so casually to keep you still while he speaks to her, “What about me?” He asks. 

“You’ve just eaten three slices,” She accuses, “You don’t need anymore.” 

“Rude.” He grumbles next to you, keeping his hand there, like he was just waiting for an excuse to touch you. 

You really want to turn around and kiss him. Tell him that it’s okay, that you’ve sorted everything with Tommy, that his faith in you worked out. You wonder if the time they spent together last night means he knows? Did Tommy say something? Does his hand on your arm, thumb rubbing soft circles on your skin means he knows he can have you whenever he wants now? Your mind is racing a mile a minute when Tommy joins you. 

He's found a tray somewhere, and it’s got four mugs of steaming coffee on it, plus a box of juice for Joshua. He hands them out, stabs the straw into the box of apple juice for Joshua before he takes his son from you, sitting him on his lap on the bench across from the three of you. 

“I miss you all.” Sarah says softly next to you. 

You turn to her, wrapping your own arm around her shoulder, because she sounds sad. You pull her closer into your side, leaning down to press a kiss to her head like you had done with Joshua. 

“Ah bug, we miss you too,” You say softly, listening as she sniffs, “But you’re doing amazing things, babygirl,” She’s only been gone a few weeks, but you think it must be hard for her, having spent her entire life around three people who would have died for her if necessary, “We’re already so proud of you, but think of what this one,” You nod your head towards Joel, digging your elbow into his side slightly, “Is going to be like when you graduate, when you find the cure for mankind,” She chuckles a bit at this, wiping her eyes, “And you can come home and see us whenever you need to, or we can jump in the car and come to you.” 

You give her one last squeeze into your side before she pulls away with a smile. You make the mental note to make more of an effort to call her and see how she’s doing each week, you’re sure there are things happening that she won’t want to tell Joel. 

Once you’ve all finished your coffee, Tommy is the one to speak, “We should probably think about making a move soon,” He nods to you, “It’s a long drive back with this one.” 

You nod, trying not to think about having to go back to real life, having to go back to work and juggle that with being a mom, but it was inevitable really. You’re always running out of time with this little bubble you’ve created. 

Packing up is easy, you hadn’t unpacked many of the clothes you’d bought, Joel had made sure to keep you naked often, and you pack up the leftover food for Sarah to take back to college with her. She’s particularly excited about having steak for dinner when you pass the pack of meat you hadn’t used last night to her. You wave her off as he drives away, holding on to Joel’s hand as he tries not to cry. It won’t ever get easier for him, watching his little girl drive away, no matter how old she’s going to get, how much she will continue to grow on her adventure, she’s always going to be the girl that begged to ride on his shoulders, begged for pretty much anything and got whatever she wanted.

Tommy heads inside, Joshua on his hip to finish packing everything up, and you press up on your tiptoes to kiss Joel’s cheek, “She’ll be fine.” You say simply with a smile, “And so will you.” 

He wants to say that he knows, but he’s not so sure. His bubble is about to burst, he’ll drive home on his own, to his empty house, and get up tomorrow morning and go about his day as he always has, but with the memory of what it’s like to have you to himself burnt onto his brain. He’s scared. Scared he won’t feel this happy again, but he doesn’t want you to know that, doesn’t want to ask you for more than he already has. So he tells you he knows, kisses your cheek right back, and resigns himself to being lonely once more. 

It takes you ages to get home. You’re tired. Joshua is fast asleep upstairs having slept most of the journey home too. Your home is familiar, warm, but you can’t help the feeling that something is missing. He’s missing. 

“What did he say?” You ask Tommy as he settles onto the couch with you, glass of whiskey in his hand to unwind before you go to bed. 

“Huh?” 

“What did Joel say when you told him I could see him more?” 

Tommy looks at you with a confused look on his face, like you’re talking to him in another language. 

“I thought you would have told him?” 

Your heart sinks. You have a lump in your throat. God fucking damn it. You put your head in your hands. You let that man leave you not realizing he wasn’t saying goodbye until it was the right time of the month again. Not realizing you kept your promise, fixed it all. Not knowing he could be happy. 

“When would I have had the time?” You ask. 

“That’s why I left you outside when Sarah left!” He exclaims in defense, “I thought you’d tell him then.” 

“I didn’t!” You cry, trying not to freak out, “Oh Tommy, he’s going to think the worst.” 

He puts his hand on your shoulder, trying to ground you, to soothe you, “Why don’t you tell him now?” He offers softly, “He’s only a few streets over.” 

“I’ve been gone so long.” You try and fight, the guilt at being away from this part of your family weighing on you. You've neglected them, you think. You should be here, with them, you think.

“Sugar, we coped a week without you,” Tommy muses, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, “We can go one more night,” You look up at him, eyes glassy, because now you realise he truly meant it, that he honestly wants his brother to be happy, and if that means having you then so be it, “Go on,” He nods his head towards the door, “Go get your man.” 

It’s late. Joel is sitting on his couch, TV on low, bottle of beer half-finished on the side table. He should go to bed, he knows he’ll have a long day catch up with work tomorrow, but he can’t switch his brain off. He feels lonely. Sat in his house, alone, after a week of having the love of his life curled up next to him. He almost pulls out his phone, shoots a text to the girl he’s been seeing, but he doesn’t want to fuck, he wants someone to cuddle. Someone to fall asleep next to and hold as she snores into his skin, and she never stays, always catches her breath and leaves as soon as she can because that’s what they agreed. 

He's about to call it a night when his doorbell rings. He panics, mainly because he wonders if it something to do with Sarah, has she hurt herself? Was she in an accident on the way back to college? He knows it isn’t, because she messaged him a few hours ago with a photo of the steak she’d cooked, but he still panics as he walks to the door, expecting to open it and find a police officer standing there ready to tell him something awful, but when he opens the door, it’s you. His pretty girl. The woman he’s spent less than twelve hours away from and is already yearning for. 

He moves to open his mouth, ask what’s wrong, but you launch yourself at him. Jumping onto him with your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on your ass to keep you upright as you plant your lips right on his. He doesn’t argue, steps back and kicks his door shut, kissing you right back. You open your mouth against his, and he follows, letting your tongues work together as he carries you to his kitchen, setting you on his countertop. 

“What’s all this for?” He asks quietly against your lips, pressing his back to yours lightly before he lets you answer. 

“He knows,” You speak softly, gripping onto the collar of his flannel, “He’s known all along, how much you love me, how much I love you,” You kiss him again as his heart flutters in his chest, “Says you can have me whenever you want Joel, you can share me, if that’s what you want.” 

He holds your face in his palms, looking into your eyes for any sign this might be a sick joke, but he only finds them filled with love, the same way you’ve looked at him all week, “Is that what you want?” He asks, because he only wants what you want. 

“Yes,” You breathe against his mouth, “I want you, always I want you Joel,” You kiss him again, “Now please, put your fucking mouth on me and tell me you want the same.”

It’s desperate this time, when he kisses you, all teeth and tongue and moans as his hands pop open the button of your jeans. You lift your hips off the counter so he can drag them off you. You whine when he pulls his lips from yours, but he drops to his knees, pulling you as close to the edge of the counter as he can without dragging you off him. You expect him to tease you, to work you up, but what he does this time is use his thumbs to spread the folds of your pussy and sucks your clit right into his mouth. Your hands fly to his hair, tangling your fingers in his curls as he lets your clit go from between his lips, but uses the tip of his tongue to flick at that bundle of nerves. 

You keep your eyes on him as he devours your cunt, how own eyes looking right back up at you, challenging you to come, challenging you to come undone for him. Using the flat of his tongue to give wide licks to you, then swapping to those delicate kitten licks that make your hips buck into his face. He’s proving himself to you, proving to you he’s worthy of this, of having you around more than he’s used to. He will spend the rest of his life on his knees, worshipping at your altar like this if he must. 

“Fuck, Joel,” You groan as he sinks two of his fingers into your pussy, curling them upwards into that spot he knows makes you sing, “Gonna make me come.” 

“You gonna cover me, pretty girl?” He asks, pulling away from your cunt just enough to speak, “Want you to soak me.” 

It’s filth like that which always tips you over the edge, like right now, as you clench around his fingers, his tongue back on your clit as you do exactly what he wanted, those fingers coaxing you to gush around him, soak his face as he groans into your cunt, coaxing out every last drop of your orgasm before he stands, giving you barely any time to compute what’s happening, before his thick cock is sinking right into the depths of you. 

You have no idea whether you’re still coming from before, or whether this sets another one off, as he drags your mouth back to his own, your taste so prevalent on his tongue, but you’re fluttering around his cock, arching into him and crying out his name again. It’s too much, he’s too much, but you don’t want him to ever stop as his hips snap into yours and his hand settles on your throat. 

He uses that hand to push your head up, looking you straight in the eye, “Mine now, aren’t you pretty girl?” He punctuates this with a thrust into you. 

You nod as he squeezes his hand around your throat a little, nibbling at your jaw line, “Yes Joel,” You whimper, “Yours.” 

Because you are. You might be someone else’s as well, but in these four walls, when you’re on your own? You’re just as much his as anyone else’s, and that makes you melt. He’s close, you can feel it, hear it in the way he’s groaning into your skin. 

“Come on Joel,” You coax breathlessly, “Give it to me, come inside me.” 

“Fuck,” He spits out, “Gonna give you a baby, give it to you right now, mama,” You choke out a sob as he speeds up the snapping of his hips into you, “Give you the fuckin’ moon if you asked me.” You don't doubt him, you know he would, you're tempted to ask for it right now, just to see what he does, see what he gives you.

He pushes himself into you so deep you can feel him in your stomach as he comes, biting down on your shoulder, hands gripping your hips as you feel the ropes of his cum fill you up, praying that this, or any of the times before during the week, have planted his baby right inside you. You want to swell with him again, to make something beautiful with him again, and to be able to properly share the joy with him this time. 

He slips out of you, but as is the norm for Joel now, he sinks his fingers into you, stuffing you full of him, giving you as much of him as he possibly can, leaning over to kiss you as he does. He lets you suck his fingers clean, kisses you again, totally unbothered that he can taste himself on your mouth. He pulls away, resting his forehead on yours. 

“You gotta go?” He asks softly. 

“I’m yours,” You smile, leaning up to peck his lips, “I can stay as long as you want.” 

So you do. You stay all night. Curled up in his bed with him. He wakes you up once in the night, slowly easing himself inside your cunt from behind, body clutched to him, rocking his hips into you so so slowly, coaxing your orgasm out from you like he has all the time in the world, because he does now. He doesn’t need to rush with you anymore, your time won’t run out anymore, because you’re his just as much as you're Tommy's. 

As he clutches you to his chest, his heart full of so much love, with finally somewhere to put it, he thanks the Lord, he thanks you, but most of all he thanks his brother, for loving him this much, for loving him enough to give him his own slice of happiness. Because for the first time in a long time, he truly is happy, whole again, because of his brother, because of you. Because of his pretty girl.  

[divine-crows]

10 Ideas for When You Want to Practice Divination but 'Don't Have a Good Reason to'

Sometimes you just get an urge to do some tarot, or the urge to mess with runes, but there's nothing you really want or need out of it. So I came up with some ideas that scratch the divination magic itch!

To note: for most of these prompts I will be referring to "cards" since I prefer cartomancy the most, however most of these ideas can be adapted into other forms of divination.

1. Artwork

I love drawing a random tarot card and making a quick and easy collage. Or sometimes I let the cards pick a prompt for me!

2. Make your own oracle cards/make your own form of divination

You can create your own themes, give the cards a specific use, or even just make some cards meant for witchy decoration-- do whatever you please! Likewise, you can also create your own divination system using items, symbolism, or "runic" imagery.

3. "Hang out" with your preferred divination device

I like to sit with my cards and admire the artwork, or sometimes I'll watch a movie while randomly shuffling them. It helps me feel connected to them!

4. Conduct an "interview"

Since my preferred method of divination is my tarot cards, I'll typically ask them to give me a reversed card for 'no' and a right-side-up card for 'yes'. I'll then proceed to ask it whatever questions pop into my mind. Sometimes I'll even ask it questions about myself. You can definitely adapt this idea into other forms of divination and give it a try!

Pick a card and then pick a song you feel fits the vibe of the card the most. Keep doing this until you have a full fledged playlist!

5. Make a divination-led playlist!

6. Learn a new form of divination

To name a few for inspiration: Aeromancy, Bibliomancy, Carromancy, Curiomancy, Cubomancy, Dowsing, Dream Interpretation, Scrying, Palmistry.

Please note that some forms of divination may be closely tied to closed practices and cultures and should be treated with respect.

7. Create "companion" cards for your tarot deck OR "companion runes" for rune casting!

This one coincides with idea #2 but it's a concept I love. The idea is you add new symbolic cards/runes based on preference, personal ideas, etc. It's a great way to make your deck feel even more personal to you! You could even find preexisting runes/cards and add those in if you're unsure about creating your own.

8. Make your own divination spreads

Even if you won't nessicarily use them in the moment, or even if you have a lot of spreads saved-- you can still have fun coming up with your own and writing them down to test out in the future! Think about hobbies, interests, or themes you like to inspire you.

9. Multi divination tool readings

Sometimes its fun to figure out how you can use multiple forms of divination. Write down some ideas in your grimoire on how you can possibly incorporate multiple methods so you can test it out in the future!

10. Try to predict your dreams

This one may not be a big favorite for everyone (especially considering you can argue that you'll subconsciously make your dream turn out a certain way because of your reading), but it was a fun activity i used to do when I was a beginner and needed an excuse to practice my skills! I usually would just ask a baseline question like "what will my dream look like overall?" And then from there I would ask more questions to get an idea of what it would look like.

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I hope my list of ideas were helpful for anyone in a divination slump! I understand they may not be helpful for everyone so feel free to make your own posts with your own ideas! Likewise feel free to comment any other ideas.

[dehemetera]

Omg I can’t believe I am actually posting her. Pls enjoy my precious oc and her wardrobe

Below you can find all the head canons I wrote so far about her, the relationship she has with her squad and with the other significant captains/lieutenants of the Gotei 13

Mira Komamura

General head canons

‌originally from the 4th squad ( vet section) on her own request as she doesn't really like to throw hands.

was assigned to captain Komamura strict medical crew when almost no one knew about his real appearance; specifically, she was tasked with providing emotional support for Sajin's social anxiety.

‌”Captain!? How did you dare to hide that lovely snoot for such a long time?! "

yes, she was basically his emotional support puppy.

as it happens very often, Sajin grew fond for his emotional support puppy and decided to adopt her ( literally) as his brand new sister, then insisted to move her to the 7th.

western origins ( abuses this 🤌🏼 while talking ).

fav animal: humpback whale.

fav food: eats almost everything, watch your hands. Really, this girl is a few snacks away from being your best friend. But if she had to pick one, it'll probably be french fries, no dressing, just salt.

‌fav colour : cold hues in general, blue/green/ purple.

likes stars. Like a whole lot. You give her something with stars on, she's gonna love it. She hoards things with stars on it. She doodles them on everything at hand. When friends are sad, she scribbles a star on the palm of their hand.

‌" you're now under the sign of the good vibes star. You can now enjoy the rest of your day. You're welcome."

now imagine her doing this on Captain Zaraki's hand and Iba's cold sweats thinking how to tell the poor Sajin about his adopted sister's premature departure.

the good vibes star must work thou, cause Kenpachi just patted her head like she was a puppy and walked away. Iba thanked whatever god was listening at that moment.

sassy AF

sarcasm native speaker.

cracks 2.000.000 dirty jokes in between three regular words.

must focus not to drop inconvenient comments during each Captains/ lieutenant meetings.

looks like a black cat personality at the beginning.

turns into a weird dancing parrot when comfortable around someone.

has a ridiculous attention span.

world of the living connoisseur ( western side). Spent several decades studying it by living among living people.

terrible traditional swordsmanship skills.

got Jedi Lightsaber classes on Earth and actually developed a pretty efficient fighting style; ‌Iba is genuinely confused and slightly concerned about that but as long as it works...

likes to sing, not very good at that but still on the average ( usually makes silly dances while singing to underline the lyrics).

pretty skilled belly dancer ( which at some extent she uses in controlling her shikai) but definitely won't dance in public cause she's too shy for that .

very body positive about other people, excessively critic about her own body.

very good painter. She mostly paint with her hands (" advanced kindergarten art skills") but could also use sponges, pieces or paper or rags, leaves, basically everything but a brush;‌most of the times she just likes to make little silly doodles.

then she turns those doodles into stickers and spread them across the seireitei.

Byakuya Kuchiki knows the Shinigami women's association held a secret meeting in his mansion when he finds small stickers with sassy quotes around the house.

take her to the water park; She just loves it.

beach girl

just loves to hang out in the water

‌of course this is the perfect excuse for captain Hirako to make jokes about her liking to be wet

she never denied the statement. 👍🏼

excellent resistence to alcohol. Hard to get drunk.

when that does happen though, she just unleashes all the power or her sass/ sarcasm/ unhinged comments

this usually leads to pretty amusing express stand up comedy shows where she eventually ends up oversharing something she would've preferred to keep for herself

pretends not to remember anything if the topic is pointed out the day after

About the 7th squad

she was gladly welcomed as lieutenant by almost all the soldiers due to her sincere support towards former Captain Komamura

Those affectionate soldiers appreciate her chill attitude prone to jokes and fun as a good balance to Iba’s serious demeanour

She introduced music during workouts and trainings. Music from the west, of course

Now witness the fierce 7th brigade soldiers casually humming Bad Romance while doing their daily chores.

Since Mira’s office is the coziest and most decorated once, Iba started throwing Shinigami Men’s Association meetings inthere

For Iba’s birthday, Mira decided to gift him a new HQ for his meetings by renovating an old, unused warehouse in the barracks, asking Ikkaku some help to edible and renovate the old furniture

Connections

Sajin Komamura : regardless of his full on canine appearance he is still officially her brother by previous adoption. Mira still takes good care of him, she has the most luxurious dog bed in her office for him to stop by. She also got him one of those speaking buttons board humans give their dogs to communicate.

Tetsuzaemon Iba : is definitely like a dad. All of their interactions have the warm yet bickering feeling of a father/daughter dynamic, including: communication issues, dad being jealous and over protective of his precious daughter when men buzz around, not understanding slangs. Mira signed up for Iba’s fan club to show support to her dad.

Shunsui Kyoraku : calls her Mira-chan and likes to invite her to drink together. He pays great attention to her drunken monologues as they’re usually pretty straightforward and accurate analysis of the current state of the Seireitei. He definitely trusts her guts and intuition in picking up the overall morale of the squads. Mira also signed up for his fan club ‘cause he’s the big boss and deserves support. Nanao Ise firmly oppose this.

Rose Otoribashi: is the only one whom has ever seen Mira dance. They sometime shares music afternoons with Rose playing music and her using it to practice her dance. They have a very respectful and delicate bond revolving on mutual arts appreciation.

Izuru Kira: it took them some time to get along due to Kira being really private person. Now they’re kinda cool about each other and Mira often tries to cheer him up telling him the whole hole in the chest thing is metal AF.

Shinji Hirako: this man bribed Mira in joining his fan club by offering her a bag of weed infused gummy bears. It worked. They operate at the highest level of shenanigans and communicate almost exclusively by flirting. Bombastic side eyes darting across the captain’s council room during meetings when they know the other one would be just about dropping the sassiest sh*t that would cost them the career. Regularly hangs out together both in the Soul Society and on Earth. Part of their flirt jokes revolves around the fact they would gladly date each other (but never actually did that).

Momo Hinamori: was the first to show Mira support when she was promoted to lieutenant. Therefore, Mira loves this girl and brings her gifts, treats and loves spending time together for a tea time. They share a heavy betrayal trauma and do their best to support each other in their healing journey.

Renji & Rukia: if Iba is her dad, Renji is her bro and Rukia is the sister in law you actually like more than your own brother. The three of them have a weekly “world of the living pop culture” themed night to binge watch series and movie marathons. Burping competitions between Mira and Renji are mandatory and Rukia is the judge.

Matsumoto Ranjiku: these two can love and hate each other depending on the mood and the topic. Sometimes they look like besties laughing together and mutually complimenting , ten minutes later they’re fighting over something, usually Matsumoto habit of exploiting men using her beauty.

Kenpachi Zaraki: these two really get along for reasons. Mira actually feels safe around him cause who would ever dare to fuck around close to him? She also thinks he’s illegally hot but never dared to voice that, not she would ever try to approach him with intentions. She just likes to fantasize about that amazing mass of wonder. On Kenpachi’s side, he likes to have a new brat messing around him without being scared, it feels heartwarming and nostalgic, sometimes feeds her the same candies he used to buy for Yachiru. Since Mira’s birthday is right after Kenpachi’s, she usually shows up at the 11th barracks with a cake to share to celebrate both their birthdays.

Ikkaku Madarame: for the better time they’ve been knowing each other, he just passively tolerated her, enjoying her little shows from time to time but never payed too much attention to the new lieutenant of the 7th squad. Then Mira came to ask his help in renovating the warehouse for Iba’s birthday gift and since the process took quite some time, they had the chance to spend time together, getting to know each other during those long crafty nights of recycling furniture. He is now heavily crushing on her and gets a little shaky and mildly flustered when she’s around, with Yumichika largest amusement. Mira has always appreciated her fellow colleague and was glad to have the chance to build up some kind of relationship with him but she’s genuinely confused by his friendly yet shifty and sometimes awkward behaviour towards her (she’s not good in getting the hint).

Yumichika Ayasegawa: oh the tea they spill. They don’t meet very often but when they do the amount of information they share can compete with the finest Seieitei’s intelligence. Sometimes they go shopping together. Yumichika tries his best to create opportunities for Ikkaku to be there when Mira comes over.

If you managed to read this far, thank you 💕

Some captains/ lieutenants are missing to the list but I already have them written, maybe I will add them in some future post.

Definitely expect more drawings about Mira’s adventures. I have more on the making (like about her zampakuto and other stuff.

I hope you enjoyed this little piece of my imagination,

✨comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated ✨

[surftrips]

Could I request a JJ X reader where he notices reader is being quiet and pulls them aside to comfort them?

thank u for the request! this ended up being a little longer than a blurb, it's just over 1,000 words. enjoy <3

lovers rock

John B was hosting a "small" get-together at the Chateau for his birthday, but alas, word had spread and nearly the entire teenage population of the island was in his front yard.

You were making the rounds with JJ when he went off to use the bathroom. You should have just stayed where you were, but you decided to venture off and see who else was in attendance.

"Caroline? Hey, how it's been!" you greeted a brunette girl you had class with last semester.

"Y/N! I've been so good... hey is it true you're dating that Maybank kid now?"

You blushed, still not quite used to being in such a public relationship. It seemed as though the entire island knew your boyfriend and you're not sure how you felt about that.

"Uh, yeah, I am- I mean, we are dating." you said awkwardly, one hand brushing your other arm.

You couldn't make out the expression on her face because it quickly changed to a smile.

"Oh, that's so great! Listen, I'll see you around?"

As you waved her off, you made a mental note to ask JJ if he knew Caroline too.

After that conversation, the vibe of the party seemed to shift. It was like people began looking at you everywhere you went, and conversations grew quiet as you approached them.

You weren't usually an anxious person, but you couldn't help but feel as though Caroline and your relationship had something to do with this.

Growing increasingly nervous, you looked around for a familiar face. Please, Sarah, Pope, Cleo, where are you guys?

Instead, your eyes landed on your boyfriend. Next to a girl. Was that Caroline? Oh, he was next to Caroline. And she was leaning into his ear to tell him something. Something about you?

You were going to be sick. You quickly ran to the nearest bathroom and slammed the door shut, trying to gain control of your breathing.

You knew prior to dating JJ that he had a bit of a reputation on the island, but it didn't bother you. At the end of the day, you felt as though you knew him best. The image people had of JJ was nothing compared to all the intimate moments you guys shared.

For instance, no one else knew what it felt like to be in his arms and feel like nothing was wrong.

Right? No one else knew?

You seemed to be unsure of yourself. You knew that JJ had dated on and off before you, but you were his first serious relationship.

Did any of those girls feel the way you felt? The security? The doubts? The love? The fear?

"Hey! Open up!"

Shit. Someone had to use the bathroom. You quickly cleaned yourself up in the mirror and excused yourself as you walked out.

In front of you, you could see people taking turns drinking shots. Yeah, I could use some of that.

As you headed for the kitchen, you heard the familiar sound of your boyfriend.

"Y/N! There you are, I've been looking all around for you babe. Where did you go?" he asked, as caring as ever.

You tried to compose yourself. "Just had to use the bathroom," you smiled, innocently enough.

"Oh, okay. Getting another drink?"

"Actually, I think I'm gonna head home early. I'm just super tired," you said.

JJ's face smile instantly turned into a frown and you silently cursed yourself for making him sad. "It's only 10 pm," he said.

"I know... I just..." you scrambled to come up with something. Anything so you wouldn't have to have this uncomfortable conversation with him.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"Do you know Caroline?" you blurted out before you could think the question through.

He seemed shocked, you had caught him off guard. This did nothing to ease your nerves.

"Caroline Halloway? Yeah, kinda. Why?"

"I don't know, she was talking to me earlier and asking about us and then I saw her go up to you..." you trailed off, not sure if you wanted to find out something and regret it later on.

"Y/N, girls talk to me all the time. It doesn't mean anything. She was just asking how I was."

"But don't you think it's kinda weird? Like I only had one class with her last semester and she knows about our relationship?"

"I don't think it's weird. It's a small island, everyone knows each other. Y/N, tell me what's really bothering you."

Before you could open your mouth to speak, someone had cranked up the music in the living room and the sounds of teenagers cheering filled your ears.

"Not here," you said, dragging JJ's hand through the crowd and into his "bedroom" at the Chateau.

Once inside, he sat on the bed as you paced around the room.

"Are you sick of me?"

"What?" he asked, taken aback.

"JJ, I know I'm your first real girlfriend and that you've never been in a serious relationship this long before. I can't help but feel... sometimes that you're slipping away from me. Like you said, girls come up to you all the time! I'm worried you'll get tired of me."

"Y/N.... no, never," he was standing up now, walking over to take your face in his hands.

You were sniffling now, "I'm worried that you miss it sometimes... the hookups and no strings and non-commitment. That you'll crave some other girl's touch or fleeting intimacy or...."

"Baby, you're rambling. All I need is you. If I could go back in time, do you know what I would do?" he said, wiping tears away from your eyes.

You shook your head.

"I would go back in time and meet you earlier. All of the moments I experienced before you with other girls were fleeting, just like you said. What we have is solid. I wouldn't trade that for the world," he said.

"Promise?"

"Promise. I could never be sick of you. None of the other girls will ever compare to you."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your lips. "Come on, lay down with me."

You obliged, feeling a little stupid for your outburst now. JJ turned to the side table where his record player was, putting on some soft rock music.

As he turned to face you, you couldn't help but think about how pretty he was. Dirty blonde hair and blue-green eyes that you could drown in.

You snuggled in closer to him, tuning out the voices outside his bedroom door and focusing on the beating of his heart and the music.

You turned to give him a kiss before the end of the song.

[theinfamousdoctorf]

Saw the curious anons post. So.... Here are some questions I came up on the spot.

When writing. What do you have the easiest time with. And what the hardest?

When sewing. Rather do it by hand or use the machine?

And third, tell is about something that made you laugh recently to spread some good vibes around?

-Noffy

The easiest thing can also be the hardest ironically. This might be TMI but- I can't write sex unless I'm horny. Take that as an excuse to send me fic links or naughty artwork you find/make. Because I can't bear to look for stuff like that. [And it can have the opposite effect if it's gory/fatal/vore or no one involved looks like they're enjoying it.] Ultimately it's a needle in a haystack and I really don't have time. Part of the reason I started EMHM was because I couldn't find what I wanted to read in the TSAMS tags. Thank you @thedemonsurfer for getting the closest of anyone. Shoutout to @grimmofthequeenn for her very recent excellent fics as well. @thedenofravenpuff has been a HUGE visual inspiration too. You guys can thank her for me getting interested in Lord Eclipse and his servant enough to give them such big roles to play.

But generally speaking, [Starboy] Eclipse's dialogue is the easiest to write. Most of the time he's saying what I'd say under the same circumstances. [I've got some issues I'm working on...]

For sewing it depends on volume. I prefer doing small things by hand because I have more control in cutting tight turns and making sure things tucked in seams are thoroughly secured. But it's very hard on my fingers and I've started using a pair of hemostats to pull the needle through. Firefly legitimately injured me. The yellow cotton I used was too thick and I think I damaged the nerves in my fingers making him. For larger things like clothing or quilts, where I'm mostly sewing straight lines - Machine only. And anything that made me laugh... would have gotten reblogged here because I'm not active anywhere else. This past week has been stressful because I had to call in more then one day due to the shit weather. It's a huge deal because driving in the snow/ice scares the hell out of me and we REALLY needed the money. ;_; So... you get very old Twitter content that just lives in my wallpaper rotation forever because it's hilarious!

Thanks for asking!

[nyrasbloodyclover]

angels roll their eyes (billy hargrove x reader)

a/n: i wrote this two years ago????? omg. my writing style changed so much but my love for this man did not. summery vibes !

Wet hair was sticking to the nape of my neck and my tanned skin burned from the sun, while i was sitting on the edge of a swimming pool. It was summer, actually my least favorite season, but i decided to make most of it and come here with my friends. It was safe to say they ditched me to tan and that's what they've been doing for the last three hours. So i had to swim alone. As much as i enjoyed it, i couldn't help but feel miserable. They could also get a tan in the water, but no...Hot lifeguards were literally everywhere and they couldn't notice them if they were in the water, right?

Well i just proved that theory wrong, because Billy Hargrove came up to me and i swear he looked like a literal god, or that was just the part of my brain that remembered i haven't had sex in ages. I stadied my breathing and tried to act as natural as possible, not wanting to make it awkward. He was my neighbor after all, and our parents were friends. I still had to see him on Saturdays when my mom or his step mom make dinner for everyone. However that didn't stop my pussy from pulsing. Not my fault exactly.

Why the fuck was he coming towards me?

"Oh...Hi, Billy!" I tried to act friendly but it seemed that he took every kind gesture as flirting. Or was that my mind making up it's own scenarios?

Wide grin spread across his face, completely changing his features. "Hello," he squatted down to meet my eyes, "Just wanted to tell you i'll be coming over after my shift here. I won't stay long, don't worry." He smiled even wider, and i swear I felt my ovaries shift. "Your dad told me to pick up some important papers, or something like that and bring them to my father."

"Yeah, no problem. I think i'll be heading home soon, so i can find them for you." Breathe in breathe out, you whore. Stop thinking about him like that. I was certain he could read my mind right now and also thankful for summer heat. I could use it as an excuse because i'm pretty sure i'm burning inside out right now.

Also, i won't look down. I won't check out his abs, and i sure as hell am not looking at his dick. No way.

"See you then." Sun glasses covered his eyes so i couldn't see them properly but i swear he shifted his gaze all over me. Dear God. I just think of my mother and how horrified would she be if she saw my thoughts right now.

He never stopped smiling as he got up and strode away. I took a moment to appreciate his ass. Those swimming trunks did him justice. Damn. I was actually jealous. Okay i think that was enough. I jumped into water and stayed there, holding my breath until i felt like i was decent enough to get out. Without looking like a desperate whore that i am.

I put on white top that was nearly soaked and jean shorts, preparing to head home. I got on my bike and drove as quickly as i could because Billy's shift ended in thirty minutes and i wanted to take a shower before he comes. Also it was burning hot outside, which didn't help. I was touch starved and Billy appeared all wet and half naked. I really need to take care of myself when i get home.

I parked my bike and took off my top as fast as i could, shorts too. I was running in my dark green bikini over my front porch. Sorry neighbors.

When i got into shower, water was like a good old friend. I haven't even noticed how cold i actually was until hot water started pouring over me. My core was still aching to be touched.

Masturbation was my hobby and i think i was pretty skilled by now. I've done it so many times that i memorized where, how and how long to touch. I Started on my entrance which was soaking wet. I sticked one finger in it, then adding one more. With slow pace i started pumping my fingers causing my back to arch. Usually i do it slowly, but i had to be quick this time. I took the shower head and put on the highest pressure, placing it on my clit.

I had to bite back a moan. As water pressure massaged my clit, i continued to fuck myself with my fingers, faster and faster. I imagined Billy's fingers sliding in and out of me. Him slapping me. Biting. Choking.

I felt pressure building up in my lower stomach so i started rubbing my clit as fast as i could. Small whimpers left my mouth and i stoped as soon as i became too sensitive. I never understood how could someone get another orgasm so quickly. I never had the courage to try.

After actually taking a shower i put on my still wet white top and jean shorts from earlier. When i looked myself in the mirror i could see my nipples. Yes, the shirt was basically see-through, but it's gonna dry until Billy comes here.

My head was still dizzy from my shower session, but i felt as if i could do it again. On the kitchen counter. Or my bed. Or even—

Ding!

Shit. He's here. And then i remembered. THE PAPERS! Stupid, horny, bitch. I ran upstairs and into my parents' bedroom taking them and practically sprinting to the front door.

When i opened them, I was greeted with sapphire eyes and blond locks. Oh my... What would happen if i pulled him inside and told him to fuck me on the table?

"I would happily agree." Did i just...Did i just say that out loud. Oh no. No no no. Wait.

"You'd agree?" What?!

"You really think i came here just to get those fucking papers?" He raised an eyebrow and stepped inside, shutting the door.

"When i saw how flustered you looked when i approached you today...I was beginning to wonder..." He stepped closer. The fact that he was shirtless didn't help. "Would you complete fall apart if i touched you?" His finger grazed my cheek.

I think i need air. My mouth had gone dry and i could barely breathe. If he touched me? Like i imagined him touching me? I would pass out. I'm barely holding on right now.

"I changed my mind. I don't want table. I want shower." It just slipped. I don't know what has suddenly gotten into me. Need to be fucked, said one part of my brain.

His grin appeared once again, "Full of surprises."

"You still haven't seen anything. Now shut up and come here." I took his arm, feeling hard muscles beneath my palm, and pulled him towards me. Our lips crashed and i opened my mouth immediately to let his tongue in. He licked my bottom lip and then bit it, causing me to groan. I pulled back and kissed down his neck, to his collarbone, sinking my teeth into his skin. He inhaled sharply. Then i pressed my back to his chest and pressed him against the wall. He quietly laughed, but almost immediately stopped because i started grinding my ass on his crotch. He was already hard. God i want to take him right here.

What's stopping me? My parents aren't home, no one else could see us and he looked almost as desperate as me.

So i turned around and got down on my knees in front of him. His lips were gently parted, cheeks flushed, but i wanted to make him unravel. I pulled down his shorts and took his stone hard dick in my hand stroking it, not breaking eye contact. I grazed his tip with my thumb, then licked it. Slowly. He clenched his jaw, refusing to make a sound. I continued to lick him, full length, torturing him by my slow pace, while my panties were soaking wet. I swear i'm going to come again just by watching him like this.

I decided to finally take him in my mouth, but not fully. His jaw finally unclenched and he gripped my hair with his strong hands. Finally.

"If you want me to properly suck you, i'm going to need to hear your pretty voice." I blinked at him with my best impression of doe eyes. It seemed to work cause he threw his head back, swallowing hard.

I finally put his full length in my mouth sucking gently, trying not to bite too hard, while still using my teeth. Then he moaned. Mission successful. And that sound was the hottest thing i heard. I clenched my thighs together, trying to ignore my aching spot. He started breathing faster and i took it as my sign to stop.

He wanted to protest, but i got up. He stepped out of his shorts, so i took his toned arm and pulled him in the bathroom.

"Let's play a game," he suggested. "You," he put his hand over my throat, "Don't get to stop coming, until i let you." Oh God.

"Don't go too far, Hargrove."

"Never. Now sit and spread out for me."

I took off my jean shorts and sat on the edge of the bathtub, only in my panties and see-through shirt. Now he was kneeling, my legs caging him. He looked at me innocently and started touching my clit over my panties. My mouth fell open. I waited too long. Or at least it felt like it. He took my underwear and pulled it up, still massaging me.

"Holy shi—," my eyes went to the back of my skull and i let out embarrassingly loud moan. He then moved my panties to the side and sticked two fingers in me.

"Stand up." He might as well told me to fucking fly. I don't trust that i'm capable of doing that. "I said stand up, or i'm stopping and leaving right now." I do as he says.

With his fingers still in me, his mouth lowers on my stomach and starts placing little kisses all over it. When he reached my most sensitive area i put my hand over my mouth, caging my groans.

He licked from my entrance to my clit, atopping there and applying most pressure with his tongue, while also working me with his fingers. I never came so quickly in my life. But instead to stop, he kept going, only this time rubbing my sensitive clit.

My legs started to give out at this point so he sat me down on the bathtub again and started licking like he's fucking starved.

And another orgasm started building up in my lower stomach. "Bi‐Billy!" I bit down on my hand, stopping myself before i wake up the whole neighborhood.

"Good girl. Let's do one more." Oh no.

"I don't think i can. It's too‐ it's too mu—"

"You'll manage, don't worry. Now turn around."

I turned so my back was to him, legs in the bathtub. He took the showerhead and turned on the water. The pressure i put on while masturbating was still there. He smiled. No, no, no.

Without a warning he placed it on my clit and i screamed. I fucking screamed. It was too much and he knew it. I gripped his arm, digging my nails into it.

Tears formed in the corners of my eyes, "Billy, stop, I can't—"

And he stopped. I sighed in relief, but it was too soon. He took me in his arms and led me to the kitchen counter. He bend me over it and gently parted my legs with his knee.

"It'll be over soon. Take a deep breath." And he buried himself into me. I cried out, gripping on the cold stone. His another thrust came even more violently.

"You see? It wasn't that hard now, was it?" He quickened his pace, making my head spin. I swear i'm going to pass out. I felt him everywhere. I felt every inch of his dick in me and it fucking hurt but it also felt so good.

I yelped and he pulled my hair, seizing my throat once again. My vision became blurry as he thrusted once more before pulling out and starting to fuck me with his fingers again. I decided to give him a handjob so he could finish. I was at least capable of doing that.

I came again, thanks to his fingers, and shortly after that he did too. I could barely stand straight.

Gripping the counter i gave him a weak smile, "Get those papers, would you?"

[sketchthetofu]

the good morning :)!! wight is sooo bad at being nice to himself <3 and I think his recent interactions with rabbit and villain have done nothing but reinforce that <33 because of how mistrusting rabbit seemed and because of how reaffirming of wight's view of himself villain was <333

GOOD MORNIN!!! HEY- HEY U CANT DO THIS SO ME…. UAAAGHHHH……. No one should trust my guys about the things/people they are scared or distrusting to- THEY ARE HELLA PARANOID (exempt Anchor, Anchor be vibing <3) WIGHT DONT LISTEN TO THEM-

but fr Rabbit is distrusting bc he doesn’t know how he feels or stands with Wight bc he’s been nice???? And friendly to Rabbit???? But also sounds like he’s a villain??? So he’s probably gonna need to warm up to Wight again- (I also wanna just point out something that will never be seen with Rabbit which is that he’s a lot more confident when he has his William and Vyncent around him, bc he knows if his instincts get out of control they will be there to help out, as well as just the knowledge they are around makes him feel more safe, they are his pack! His burrow mates <3!!) also the whole thing with Bell really has brought Rabbit to the realization that just bc they are his friends from different universes doesn’t mean they are good or will be kind to him :).

Villain is…… yeah I have no excuse for him- he just sucks- KFJSJAKIFFI….. He probably wont change his view or thoughts about Wight ever, even with Mech telling him Wights changed or isn’t as bad. Heck Villain struggles to see the good in some heroes let alone someone who used to spread chaos just for fun-

But still Wiggghhhttt :(……..

[helplesslypurple77]

Day 2-Atsushi/Fyodor w/ Crossdressing and Breathplay(yes, i know rarepare)

Notes: Just pretend they’ve met in canon, also don't ask me how so much talking can happen in a three minute song, just don't. Also the waltz is Shostokovich Waltz no 2(because obvi)

This is partly inspired by this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23803525/chapters/57187927 but also just my imagination

“Excuse me, pretty miss.” This was so humiliating. “May I have your number?” Atsushi forced a smile and pitched his voice a little higher, just like Yosano had instructed. “I'm sorry sir, but I'm on a work trip. I'm afraid I can't accept any numbers or invitations.” The man slinked away sadly and Atsushi breathed a sigh of relief, carefully taking a sip of the drink in his hand. How had he gotten here, in the fancy ballroom surrounded by a bunch of drooling men. And most importantly, why was he dressed as a girl?

☠☠☠

“Dont worry Atsushi, you're going to look great!” Atsushi frowned, eyeing the hot iron Naomi was brandishing with apprehension. “Are you sure that's safe?” Naomi giggled, putting it down and picking up some silver hair extensions instead, talking with the other two over his head.

“Cute or sexy?” Naomi sounded way too excited. Yosano responded from her place across the room, looking through a rack of dresses. “Let's go with the unattainable sexy vibe. Maybe a slit dress and a fur?” Kyouka, the quietest, responded from her place beside Atsushi, filing his nails to even little rounds. “Black. He looks good in black.” She put down the filler, and picked up a small bottle of clear liquid, which she started spreading it on his nails. Yosano yanked a dress from the rack, and Atsushi could feel himself blushing all the way across the room. “This one?”

Naomi nodded, her hands pinning fake hair on Atsushi’s head. “Yeah that's perfect. Definitely going to attract a lot of attention. Should we go with pin straight or waves?”

“Waves I think, we're going for that sultry vibe.” Yosano responded. Kyouka was blowing on his nails now, finished with the first layer of gooey clear and moving on to a bottle of black paint. Two other bottles rested near her on the table, another clear and a shiny silver that sparkled in the light.

Yosano had hung the mortifying dress on a chair, and was pulling from a shelf of fur ruffs. She held up a tiger striped one, laughter in her eyes. “What do you guys think? Too obvious?” Naomi laughed, and even Kyouka giggled a bit. “Nah, it's perfect. Atsushi?” Atsushi startled, so used to them talking over him. He had to admit the ruff was funny, and if it could hide some skin he was all for it. “It's good Doctor Yosano.” She smiled, plucking the dress off the chair and tossing the entire thing at him. “Great, now go change please.”

The dress was as mortifying as he had expected it to be. It was a chinese design, with little clasps running along his collarbone, and short sleeves. It fit him like a glove, hugging his waist and hips snugly. The problem was the bottom half of the dress. It was divided in half, with two slits big enough for both his legs to show through falling all the way down the dress. He had to admit, it was a pretty easy outfit to run in, but the idea of showing so much skin in such a way was mortifying. The ruff was cute however, covering his shoulders and a bit of his arms. He slipped the small heals the girls had given him on and exited the room, and back into their clutches. Yosano whistles jokingly, while Naomi and Kyouka clapped enthusiastically. Atsushi blushed. Naomi was waving that weapon she called a hair curler around dangerously, and Atsushi spotted the cosmetics resting on the table. He sat on the chair they guided him to, surrendering to his fate. His eyes were closed, and the tap of brushed on his face was the only thing he felt for some time. As well as a concerning heat near his head but he was sure Naomi knew what she was doing.(He dearly hoped she did.)

The girls were talking over him again, but nothing of any importance, mostly chatting about different brands of makeup, and what perfume to use on him. And it was calming, at least until they informed him he was done, and he opened his eyes. He had to admit, he really did look like a girl. Or maybe a girl version of himself. They hadn't really transformed his features, just made his eyes appear bigger, the lashes longer. His lips were covered in a thin red glossy thing, and slightly sticky. They shone in the mirror, looking delicate and strange, but at the same time very beautiful. His hair was long and curled in big waves around his shoulders. The dress looked as mortifying as it felt, but the ruff helped hide the fact that he clearly didn't have any boobs.

Atsushi could recognize himself, but at the same time he could not at all. It was still embarrassing though. Three giggling women stood behind him, smirking. Yosano’s hand lands on his shoulder, gaining his attention.

“Now, it's time to test this baby out.” Atsushi feels a strong pulse of dread, as he's gripped tightly and dragged out of the room and towards the AdA office.

☠☠☠

One of the many reasons Yosano volaintered Atsushi for this job was the look on Dazai’s face, and hoo boy, he didn't disappoint. Shock, dead fucking shock with hints of arousal greated her as she and the girls dragged a dolled up Atsushi back into the front office. Kunikida’s expression was a treat too. More shock and arousal, mixed with cheeks the color of a tomato. Even Ranpo, sitting by the window as usual with a still wrapped lollipop in his hand, was so surprised an actual flicker of it showed on his face. Yosano was enjoying herself very much right now, and she knew the other girls were two. The only two men in the room who weren't a little turned on were the president and Kenji, and the pure shock on their faces made up for it. Yosano practically flew across the room, yanking the lollipop out of Ranpo’s hand, and unwrapping it, shoving it into Atsushi’s protesting mouth. He sent her a tiny little glare, but seemed to enjoy the lollipop, taking it out and licking it and definitely doing a number on the men in the room. Yosano was having a hard time holding back her laughter, Naomi as well, but Atsushi looked oblivious, going at his lollipop happily and oblivious to the state the room had been reduced to. Even if she had used up a good portion of the Agency’s budget on high quality hair extensions, she didn't regret a thing.

☠☠☠

And so here Atsushi was, dolled up and standing against the back wall of the grand ballroom, scanning the room for their target. He was supposedly a middle aged man with brown hair and green eyes, and apparently a total womanizer. That was why Atsushi was dolled up in the first place, the Agency had decided that it was safer to send Atsushi in than one of the women. And not safer for the women, no for the target. They were supposed to take him in, not kill him. Yosano had been the first option, but Kunikida had decided against it, because they all knew the moment the creep came close Yosano would(rightly) inflict some permanent damage. The same could be said for Kyouka, and anyway Atsushi didn't feel safe leaving here with some middle aged creep, and Naomi wasn't an option, because she didn't have a way to protect herself. So Yosano had joyfully suggested Atsushi, and here he was, at a grand ball, a living honey trap.

He sighed, leaning against the wall. At least it was pretty. The ballroom was gilded in gold, and the dancefloor was a whirl of skirts of different collars. The orchestra was raised on the side of the room, their instruments boosted with some kind of magic so the waltzes being played echoed loud enough for the entire room. The only odd thing about the picture was the strange ratio of men to women. The majority of the large crowd were men, and besides the seven or eight on the dancefloor, Atsushi spotted about twelve women in total. He suspected it had to do with the reputation of the host, and target of tonight's mission. John Remy was a businessman and a major creep, now also suspected of killing three women. And of course these missing women had been last spotted at these parties, so it wasn't a surprise that not many women were jumping at the chance to be a guest at said party.

The consequence of this decision was that Atsushi, one of the few ‘women’ not already with a partner, was subject to many requests to dance, lecherous stares, and bad pickup lines from a bunch of thirsty men. He could see the next one approaching now. Ice shot down his spine as he recognized the familiar face of Ango. Ango would totally recognize him, and then what? He needed to get away. He booked it away from the corner, as gracefully as he could while still trying to hurry, and towards the large crowd near the refreshment table.

In his hurry to get away, and in consequence that he was wearing heels, he smacked nose first into someone's shoulder. Temporarily blinded by white and fur, it took him a moment to realize exactly who it was he had bumped into. His heart leaped and fell at the same time as he took in that familiar grinning face surrounded by that familiar purple black hair and pale skin.

“My, what are you doing here little weretiger?” Fyodor’s accent was unmistakable, and erased any doubt that Atsushi might have had left that maybe this was actually Mori, or Yosano’s secret long lost twin brother. But no, it was definitely him, and Ango was closing in, and he would never live down the humiliation, and the undercover operation would be ruined. He steeled himself, and took a slightly less humiliating leap of desperation.

“Yes! I would love to dance!” Gripping one of Fyodor’s gloved hands tightly, he all but dragged him onto the dance floor, just as a waltz started. Fyodor seemed to catch on quickly, and Atsushi blushed as he felt his hand gripping his waist, the other one still clasped in his own. The waltz started, and Fyodor whirled him around, across the floor and away from Ango.

Fyodor chuckled lowly, even as they moved across the floor with the other dancers. “Im flattered weretiger.” A tap on Atsushi’s waist urged him into a turn. “To think you wanted to dance with little old me.” Atsushi flushed. “I was trying to escape certain humiliation and defeat.” Fyodor lets out a small laugh, as the music crescendos slightly. “But really, what are you doing here, looking like…that.” He pauses slightly, and the last word is laced with something Atsushi can't really decipher. He hopes the taller man isn't laughing at him. “I'm looking for the host, John Remy.” Another tap, another spin. He's glad Yosano taught him the basics before this mission. “Oh my.” Fyodor deftly avoids another couple, pulling him close for a second too long before they spin away. “Is he your type?” Atsushi coughs. “No! He's suspected of murder.”

“I see. Well, unfortunately he's not here today, I asked around.” Atsushi sighs. “Well, all this makeup and hair and dress for nothing then, Yosano is going to be disappointed.” Another tap, another spin, another graceful fall into Fyodor’s arms. “I wouldn't say it's for nothing.” Atsushi hates how attractive he finds this man, truly. “You have gained more than a few admirers.”

Atsushi has to laugh a little. “What? They only want to dance because there aren't that many women here in the first place.” The curls in Atsushi’s hair tickle his cheeks as he spins once again, as Fyodor pulls him close for the next part of the dance. Fyodor is taller than him, but only by a little, so as the song slows and Fyodor pulls him close, all Atsushi can see is the man in front of him.

Their noses are inches apart, their chests so close, one hand linked, the other still a hot brand on his waist, lulling him into a hazy state. Fyodor’s voice has gotten softer, and if Atsushi didn't know better he would almost call it sultry. A smirk still curves his mouth as he speaks. “Look around you Weretiger. They're all jealous. Jealous that you chose to dance with me, and not them. Jealous that I can touch you like this, have you this close, while they can only dream.” They get closer, and Atsushi cant breath, he can feel his heart beating through his chest. “You do look very pretty, although I prefer you in your normal state.” It almost sounds like Fyodor is complimenting him. His shock must show on his face, because Fyodor lets out a pleased little laugh. “I'll give you some free information, Weretiger.” Fyodor’s voice is a pur, and Atsushi is losing his mind. “Your target is currently stalking a young lady undercover policeman. They’ll have him in custody soon.” Relief floods Atsushi’s mind, temporarily distracting him from the fact that Fyodor is literally almost on top of him, so close they could kiss in the middle of this ballroom(and truthfully, he kinda hopes it would happen). And maybe he said that out loud, because as the song crescendos, Fyodor dips him, and presses the slightest little kiss to his cherry stained lips. And with that, the song ends and he turns to leave.

Atsushi’s hand moves of its own accord, catching the tail of Fyodor’s white coat and pulling the man to a stop. He feels a bit like he’s been caught in a trap, especially when Fyodor turns, his lips, stained with Atsushi’s gloss, curved into a smirk. But truthfully, as Fyodor leads him off the dance floor he can't bring himself to mind.

☠☠☠

It's cramped in the closet they’ve found themselves in, a little stuffy and full of coats, but as Fyodor’s mouth sucks little hickeys into his neck, his body pressing Atsushi against the wall he can't really bring himself to mind. The closet is a little off the main hall, down a small side passage and, in this den of rich people, virtually impossible to find. Atsushi thinks it's a coat closet, but he doesn't really have the brain power to think at all right now, not with a mouth on his neck and a hot dick pressed against his butt.

He’s pressed against the wall, fur ruff discarded somewhere on the floor, still clothed in the dress. Fyodor’s mouth is ruining him, leaving little hickeys all over his neck and shoulders, probably too many but Atsushi can't bring himself to care.

The demon behind him chuckles, as Atsushi grinds back desperately. “My, aren't you an impatient little one.” His voice is teasing, his accent is slightly thicker, the only sign of his slipping composure . Atsushi grumbles, his voice slightly too breathy to be convincing. “We need to hurry before someone discovers us.”

Fyodor's mouth leaves his neck, and Atsushi feels hands pulling his dress up, hitching it over his butt, and cold hands at the hem of his underwear, pulling them down. He's not even fully undressed, but the whole idea just feels so dirty, that Atsushi shivers. Then, a cold hand wraps around his dick.

Atsushi moans far too loud and Fyodor’s other hand comes around, sticking two fingers unceremoniously in his mouth to shut him up.

“Quiet little kitty, we wouldn't want to be discovered.” Atsushi does his best, sucking on the fingers in his mouth to keep quiet, but at some point he just gives up, and the fingers leave his mouth and prod at his lower hole. Fyodor’s mouth nips at his ear, voice throaty. “Have you ever been with a man, kitten.” Atsushi shakes his head, biting his lips to keep the whimpers in as a finger penetrates him, wiggling around a little, but stilling for Atsushi to adjust. “I see.” Fyodor chuckles, all rough and low. “I'm honored to be your first. Man, that is.”

It feels strange, but not uncomfortable to have a finger penetrating him and Atsushi finds his hips canting back a bit, urging the man behind him to move. The only sounds that penetrate the thick air in the coat closet or painted breaths and the occasional small grunt, as Fyodor begins to move his finger, setting a slow, deep pace. Atsushi lets his head fall back, his eyes falling closed. He would never have expected the evening to end like this, pressed up against the wall by a known enemy, still dressed as a girl, and having his insides pried open by one, no two(Atsushi lets a little moan escape his lips, still red with lip gloss as Fyodor adds another finger.)long fingers. He doubts even Ranpo could have predicted this, god he hopes Ranpo never finds out what’s happening, that would be mortifying.

Fyodor bends the fingers lodged inside of him, and presses against the side of his walls, trying to find something. Atsushi turns his head, about to ask what he's doing when Fyodor’s fingers press against something that makes his brain blank, and little stars float across his vision. He can't help the loud moan that escapes his lips, even as Fyodor levels a teasing smirk his way. “Careful little kitten, don't let anyone hear you.” He's mocking him, and Atsushi doesn't even care.

He does start to care when Fyodor removes his fingers. Atsushi suddenly feels all empty and cold, and he turns again, leveling Fyodor with an(admittedly pathetic) glare. “Why’d you stop?” The clink of a belt and the rustle of fabric greet his ears as Fyodor chuckles.

“Stop? My, we are just getting started.” And then something big and hot is pressing at his entrance. “Ready, kitten?” Faintly, Atsushi feels the slightest prick of apprehension, but it's far overwhelmed by the hot need in his gut, and his throbbing dick. So, Atsushi nods as best he can, canting his hips back against Fyodor’s cock.

The sting is slight, but mostly Atsushi simply feels full as he's penetrated, his poor neglected dick throbbing heavily. His back arches and Atsushi moans against the wall as Fyodor bottoms out, not even giving him a second to adjust. The pace he sets is brutal and oh, so good, and Atsushi starts to seriously wonder if he has a bit of a masochistic streak or something, as Fyodor does his best to bruise his insides. His thrusts are long and deep, he pulls almost all the way before slamming back in, one of his hands caging Atsushi against the wall, little grunts escaping his mouth. Atsushi knows he's moaning up a storm, but he can't really bring himself to care, even if someone may discover them. It's obvious that's the last thing on Fyodor’s mind as well.

“Feel good?” Fyodor is practically puring in his ear, his voice full of pride at the state he’s reduced Atsushi too, and honestly, it's pretty sexy. He nods his accent, his cheek scraping against the wall.

“And you sound so good, so pretty.” Fyodor continues, his voice throaty. Atsushi keens at the praise.“Such a pretty, obedient kitten. It's a wonder Dazai has not done you like this.”

“Dazai doesn't like men.” Atsushi’s voice is embarrassing, his sentences interrupted by moans. Fyodor seems to find his sentence slightly funny. But a simple, “is that so?” is his only reply. Another deep stroke, and a husky moan by his ear. “Well, he's certainly missing out.”

One of Fyodor's hands is still on the wall by his head, but the other makes its way up, carefully pressing Atsushi against the wall, curled around his neck. Atsushi’s moans as his airway is slightly cut off. He can still breathe the slightest bit, but it takes deep heaves, in between the moans of pleasure. Atsushi wonders if he’s crazy, because he feels his dick twitch, and the heat in his gut doubles. Fyodor chuckles as his moans double. “How dirty, you like being choked, little kitten?”

It's an entirely rhetorical question, but Atsushi doesnt think he could answer anyway. Fyodor doesn't seem to mind. Atsushi can feel himself nearing his peak, he's most certainly dripping precome all over the floor, and his heart pounds insistently in his chest, his moans more and more frequent.

He can tell Fyodor is as well, by the way his grunts and small groans become full blown moans. As his head drops into Atsushi’s shoulder, his hand from its position on Atsushi's neck wraps around his waist, pulling the men together until there's no space between their bodies. Is strangely intimate, and he's sure if Fyodor weren't on the cusp of an orgasm, the man would never do anything like this, but Atsushi feels almost honored none the less. He loves it, the feeling of love that comes with this position, and as his mind blanks out for a moment as he cums, he knows he screams Fyodor’s name, much too loudly.

Fyodor shivers behind him, and a hot feeling fills Atsushi’s ass.

The redressing act is subdued, Fyodor helps Atsushi clean himself up, tidying his fake hair and dress and placing the ruff back around Atsushi’s shoulders. Unfortunately, they can't do anything about the hickeys, and they remain, glaring proof about what had happened that evening.(although Fyodor looks suspiciously pleased by the fact). Atsushi leaves the closet first, and makes his escape from the party altogether. It's not too bad, although he does get a few stares as he excites the lobby, and calls a taxi. The taxi driver is thankfully silent, probably used to this kind of thing.

☠☠☠

Its now about eleven, and as Atsushi opens the door to the Ada, he's oddly touched by the fact that they stayed up for him. The younger ones have gone to bed, and Tanzaki and Naomi are absent, but the rest of them are here, sprawled across various chairs across the room. They look up when he enters.

Kunikida speaks first, still typing on his computer. “So Atsushi, how did it go? Were you able to apprehend him?”

“Apparently, the police had an undercover mission going, so I wasn't needed after all.” Atsushi says, sinking into a chair with a sigh, dropping the small purse Yosano had forced him to carry onto the table, and discarding the ruff beside it. “So it was a lot of wasted effort.”

Kunikida hums, but no one else responds. Atsushi frowns. “What?” Yosano is snickering, seated somewhere behind him. Kunikida is still typing, but everyone elses eyes are glued to him.

“What’s going on?” Eventually Kunikida, tired of the silence, glanced up. Atsushi watches in confusion as the man jumps to his feet, trips over his own chair and falls with a clatter to the floor, his face bright red. Ranpo giggles. “Well, I wouldn't say it was a totally wasted effort.” He motions at his neck and then it hits Atsushi, he swears his face is the shade of a tomato.

Ranpo hops off the desk, gathering all his snacks in a large bag and making his way towards the door. “Oh yeah.” He says, as he turns. “He left you his number, Atsushi. If he was that good maybe you should add it.” Yosano is choking on her laughter, but no one else seems to think it's that funny. Kunikida is still blushing as he asks the loaded question. “Who is ‘he’, Ranpo?”

Atsushi prays that Ranpo will just shut up, but of course, he doesn't. “Fyodor, you know, the strange Russian guy.” He sends them a confused look. “Wasn't it obvious?” He slams the door on the chaos that erupts behind him.

...

End Notes: Ango totally didn't recognize him, he just wanted to get a dance from the pretty lady in the corner, and she ran away from him. He definitely cried about it over a drink later. Also, ‘kitten’ is cringy, except when its literal

Taglist: @mulit05ho3st4n

[bulbabutt]

yooooooo all i do lately is vent vent vent uhhh

itsssss really annoying to feel traumatized over shit that doesnt actually matter at all but you cant feel like a person who functions cuz of it

like. mkay, few years ago i did a stupid thing which was uh. pre coming out but post taking testosterone tell this girl ('girl' she was older than me, im an adult but sos she) i that i was trans. then that i had a crush on her. like a fucking idiot, i was like 'girl pretty girl nice maybe i can finally have something'

and the thing was like. we had this lax fucking job that didnt matter, we were both basically running this shitty lil store nobody came in for the christmas season. and like i had admitted id never done anything, but i should have noticed it was gonna be weird quicker, cuz while she was understanding of like 'ok yeah youre a dude i get that' it was. hmm. it wasnt really like she felt like that, and she didnt notice so much that shit she would say hurt my feelings. like this was so unserious honestly, but uh the thing abt taking t in your mid 20s is youre like... right im... im going through a literal puberty and being stupid as a teenager. im bad with expressing my feelings normally cuz of that.

anyway. it was a fling really. it was stupid and shouldnt have happened, and it probably hurt me more than i thought, but she got like... jealous of one of the employees who id known from a prev job... who to me was like. literally a child (cuz like, id known her since she was) and that made me feel so weird, cuz i was like ?? why the hell would i be thinking about her like that i havent done ANYTHING that would make you think that. and hello i only said i liked you ? but then i guess the age gap was the same in her eyes and so that might have been why she thought that. but like pfft if youre ~25 dating a ~30 yr old its whatever thats normal. going the other way gets weirder ESP if uh. HELLO i was this kids boss?? that was so weird that she felt like that. i guess cuz i was just better at getting along w people younger than me, as someone who isnt a TRUE millennial, someone whos pop culture references lean gen z or whatever. idk i just know kids like my vibe for some reason. there was NEVER anything else going on i was just... being chill? but that was enough to cause jealousy.

but like yeah theres only so many 3 weeks in 'i dont think this is a good idea i think im bad for you' texts you can get before you just go 'yeah you know what i dont wanna do this anymore actually thats fine no hard feelings'

but i tend to be a person who just cant socialize with people for long periods of time, i ghost people a lot, i dont have a history of having friends i dont know how to maintain relationships, but also i really didnt want to at this point. i felt really gross about it and embarrassed for putting myself out there and admitting a secret about myself.

anyway next year rolls around and i see her at the next job season and she tells me she and another coworker found my tiktok page (cuz shit forcibly adding your contacts IS THE DEVIL) and uh. she had to explain to said coworker that i was trans. which. felt like shit. obviously. i was still not out.

anyway THAT person was a piece of shit who talked down to me and acted like i was terrible at my job and brought aLL the personal shit up as if i had ever trusted HER with any of it. like using my new chosen name in texts and shit to call me out for nothing. i had to give her a fucking 'excuse me, you dont get to call me that i never fucking told you that and its WEIRD that you think you get to call me that just cuz you invaded my privacy.'

she literally told both my bosses about all my private shit with this girl. like all that stupid bullshit about how we had dated and it didnt go well, she spread my private shit. and like... it all... ugh. like i got told by said bosses 'hey. none of what she said is important at all dont even worry about it.' and i really appreciated that. but that year was so bad for me, i felt like i was being watched like everything i did was being misconstrued. everything blew up so fast if there was something sma,, and it was 100% that person making it worse.

next year i just came out finally just was like. yeah alright. got a beard now, had my tits removed, might as well. and everyone was chill. personal beef spreading bitch didnt come back (the bosses were glad of that) shit was chill. was on friendly terms with "ex" being normal, never had any beef that year. was very much a 'the beef we had the previous year was this bitch egging her on'. i was partially running store. everything was fine i thought.

next year. as it turns out? was not asked to help run store that year. was very confused, there was a slot to fill that no one else could and i wasnt asked to do it. instead they had this absolute bigot who made everyone and i mean EVERYONE who worked there so uncomfortable, abusive language bigoted talk, wouldnt let people leave if they were sick ass piece of shit.. yeah he got the job. and everyone complained, but hes friends with the boss so whatever.

anyway reached my wits end. quit mid season. was fine, i was moving anyway, it was whatever.

you know why i wasnt asked to have that job? cuz the ex. for some reason without thinking, said 'yeah ill come back but i dont want him to be in charge after last year'. and she... never told me there was any problem. and that hurt me so bad. like talking to other people who were there, it all seemed like... okay, i was good at my job and would just.. act like a boss and not a friend sometimes. like be the guy going 'hey can you like. go do __ i need to count the till i dont have time to hear your funny joke rn'. and she took it personally. like its fine if youre sensitive to stuff, but i was under so much stress a lot and i dont always handle it well.

and that beef she had that she didnt tell me about turned into me losing a job, losing my sanity, feeling utterly betrayed and forcing everyone else who worked there to deal with the biggest pos as a boss with no repercussions. i heard from people post quitting i was being talked shit about by my prev bosses TO the employees. for the crime of... complaining about a bigot. who was misgendering me, being racist to other employees, making the teens feel unsafe to be around. like this was a SCREAMING old man kind of shit.

and all because the ex, initially, made a comment about not wanting me to be in charge. and i just... i really dont even know what i did. it was so underhanded. and when i asked her about it, she just said 'no i didnt say i WOULDNT work under you i just said i HOPED you wouldnt be in charge, and weeks later i asked why you werent in charge' but like??? no. you literally said something that cost me a job. you did. theres no taking that back, you didnt tell me any beef you had with me, you clearly equated job stress with personal stress. you cost me a job! YOU did that you set off a chain of events! and like i cant even begin to explain how much i helped her with shit at jobs. like i kind of took all the responsibility but we were both being paid the same. i would get called every day by her being confused by things while i was at home and help walk her through shit. it was fine, i was stressed but i was fine i never held it against her!

and she like. blew up that entire shit. that whole job i loved got blown up cuz i thought i trusted a person. like was it entirely her fault? obviously not. but that kind of shit.. it just hurt. the idea that i trusted her with my own shit years ago, then time and time again that blew up in my face until i just cant look back at any of it happily anymore makes me so upset. 8 years of a job i loved w a friend, and it all got ruined cuz i said 'hey by the way, im trans' and that spiralled into something stupid.

and i havent had a job since for SOOOOOOME REASON..... i sit at home doing fuck all cuz i cant stand the idea of being around anybody again. i dont trust anybody. i dont feel safe talking to people, being in public, having a job... its so stupid and i hate everything.

also the whole. got clocked and almost punched had my 6 ft brother not been standing near me at the time thing. so now i am uh. just completely agoraphobic.

anyway. sorry i am just in a bad place lately.