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chamomiletealeaf · 10 months ago

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okay girlie, what kinks do you think all the cod dudes have and how do they bring them up lol................. asking for a friend.

Ooh this was surprisingly a hard one lol. I think they're each into different things personally.

warnings: afab! reader, spanking, slapping, bondage, mommy kink, dacryphilia, size kink, panty/lingerie fetish

Inclusivity note: Reader is described as small compared to Simon, but since he's so big anyone of any size would still look smaller than him height or weight wise.

Price I think would be into manhandling you and marking you up, whether that be him leaving hickeys in obvious places or leaving a hand print on your face or ass. Anything having to do with his hands he's a whore for. He loves shoving his fingers into your mouth while he's fucking you senseless, throwing you around like a rag doll, fingering you, or just having a tight grip on your jaw to get you to look at him when you two are having a conversation. He loves being able to hold you in his hands so nicely.

He'd bring it up one night while you're getting ready for a date night with him. You're standing in the mirror, looking over yourself and he comes up right behind you, wrapping his big arms around your waist placing his head on your shoulder so he can look too.

"You look absolutely fucking stunning love." He whispers, hands wandering up and down your body. He'd admire your neck and how it's just out on display for him, and how easy your dress/skirt would give him easy access between your thighs.

"Mm. Would look even prettier with a little love bite right here hm?" He says, teeth tracing over the side of your neck and he starts to lick and suck at it.

"John don't you dare." You warn, trying to get out of his grasp, but he just grips your hips tighter keeping you in place. He then drags his lips up to your ear.

"C'mon sweetheart. Lemme mark you up a lil' bit. Let everyone know what's mine hm?" He asks, and you feel him start to grind into your ass. And fuck, with the way he was whispering to you in that voice of his, how could you say no?

Gaz I think would love seeing you in pretty, skimpy little lingerie sets. He'd love seeing you in frilly garters with pink bows squeezing your thighs, dainty lace bras that are just see through enough, tiny little panties, super short mini skirts, just anything that is delicate and sexy. When he catches a glimpse of the garter and matching silk panties under your dress one day that you were wearing to surprise him later on, he immediately gets rock hard and can't think of anything else but dragging the garter down your thigh with his teeth and burying his nose into your silk covered pussy. He'd also love sweet talking you during sex. Making his voice all soft and velvety for you, asking things like "You like that honey? Hm? Yeah that's right, looking so pretty for me taking my cock like that."

He would entertain the idea for the first time by asking you to keep your panties on one night during sex. They were light gray with little strawberries on them and pink lace around the hem and he couldn't help himself. You got a little self conscious at first, wondering why he wouldn't want to see you naked, but then he told you:

"Keep 'em on sweets. Wanna see that pretty pussy of yours soak 'em through. Love seeing you in cute little panties like this."

Since then, you went out and bought the cutest lingerie sets you could find, giggling to yourself when you imagine seeing the look on his face when he sees you in them.

Johnny would definitely be into light bondage either on him or you. He switches back and forth from being a sub and dom, just depends on who he wants tied up that day/night. He'd love you tying his wrists tight behind a chair while you ride him, restraining him from touching you, or tying his wrists to the bedframe while you suck him off or ride him nice and slow, putting on a show for him. When he's got you tied up, he likes tying your wrists together in front of you, pushing your tits together as they bounce while he's pounding your pussy, or one wrist to each of your thighs so he can push your face down into the pillow/couch while he fucks you from behind. He loves seeing the rope/tie or whatever you might use squeeze your thighs and wrists leaving marks behind after.

He would also have the biggest mommy kink my god, especially when you have his arms tied behind a chair. He just can't stop whimpering and begging, a symphony of "Please mommy fuck me" and "Use me mama" falling from his lips.

He'd hint at the idea one day while teaching you how to tie different knots for survival purposes. Then he gets bolder, making you practice tying them around his wrists and says "Maybe if you get this knot right I can teach you a few other knots you can do for.. other purposes." He says with a smirk and a wiggle of his eyebrow and you laugh, cheeks heating up at the idea of having Johnny at your mercy.

Simon I think would be into dacryphilia (crying), but not from pain. He'd love seeing you cry from how good his cock feels sliding in and out of you stretching you perfectly. Bonus if you're wearing eyeliner or mascara and it just runs down your face staining it all nice and pretty. He especially loves seeing that when you suck his cock, his size making you gag. This leads into his size kink he one hundred percent has. He's a big boy, literally everyone is smaller than him, but with you, he just can't get enough of it. The way his hands are so much bigger than yours, how much taller he is than you, the way his body nearly entirely covers yours when he's on top of you, the sight of his fat, thick cock jamming it's way into your tight little pussy trying to fit him all in, it makes his brain go dumb.

The first time he mentions the size difference between you two it is when he reaches up to grab you something you can't reach yourself in the kitchen. Before he grabs what you asked for, he purposely cages you in against the counter, pressing himself into you, massive hands planting themselves next to each side of you so he can really get a good look at how small you look compared to him. "Aw, poor girl's too short to reach the top shelf." He teases, whispering right into your ear giving it a nibble and you whine. He leans in even more, bending you over the counter making you stand on your toes to keep your balance. "Bet I could fuck you right here and now just like this and your feet wouldn't even touch the floor." He says, then grabs you what you asked for and leaves you there flustered.

When you're doing your makeup and you start to put your mascara or eyeliner on, you notice he always stops to watch you.

"Why do you always watch me do this part?" You ask him out of curiosity.

He shrugs his shoulders with his arms crossed then says:

"Just imaginin' you crying it all off makin' a pretty mess for me while I fuck into ya. That's all." He says as if it's the most normal answer in the world and he leaves the room, leaving you stunned once again.

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thelovelyruin · 1 year ago

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : racer choso x fem reader

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18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

You don't really know what you got yourself into.

“Whatcha need done, doll?”

“Some coolant? I think…”

Choso gave you a smirk as he walked around your car, throwing his rag over his shoulder. He encouraged you to come over and look under your hood, one hand on your back as he leaned you over the car. He brought his other arm to you, almost wrapping around you but being respectful. And fuck, you didn’t want him to be. He took a stick out of a basin, holding it up so you could see.

“Looks like you need some oil, too.”

You definitely needed that damn coolant; his proximity to you was making you hot. If he’d been able to see your face, he’d see just how flustered you were without him even touching you.

“Ya think so?”

“Yeah, see, the liquid is supposed to be up to here; yours is down here.”

“What about the battery?”

“Lemme check.”

He walked around to it, pulling away from you as you gasped slightly.

“Yeah, we got a problem.”

“What kind of problem?”

You leaned back against the door beside him, looking at him directly. Shamelessly, he looked you up and down, licking his lips on the way up.

“You’ll need a new one.”

“Oh no! Can you fix that for me, too?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Boy, you think you know, but it just ain't that simple.

All these pet names were working you up, and you were sure he noticed. As he fixed your car, you sat on the bench in his garage, drinking one of the vintage cokes he left in the fridge. You’d seen him pour liquids into your car, something blue, which was the coolant, probably? You couldn’t really focus because he was shirtless now. It was a particularly hot day, one you didn’t think was hot enough to be shirtless, but then again, you weren’t the one working on a car. You could see how his abs flexed as he brought the wrench up to take the battery, glimmering in sweat as he wiped his face with a rag. Fuck, he was hot. You thanked Yuuji over and over for introducing you to him, which he probably didn’t even realize how hot he was, just a simple, ‘My brother upstate works on cars.’

“So, when’d you start workin' on 'em?”

“A few years ago, when I started building.”

“Where’s that at?”

“I’ll show you if you’re real patient.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, doll.”

With that, you shut up, not speaking to him again until he closed your hood, signifying he was done. He walked over to the sink he had in the garage, cleaning his hands and the oil off his arms. When he was done, he walked over to you, smiling as he saw your eyes widen at his approach.

“All done, princess.”

“Thank you so much; I don’t know what I would’ve done without you!”

You reached to pull out your wallet before he brought your hand down.

“No need.”

“You sure? I wanna pay you for your time!”

“Then let me take you out.”

“That’s all you want?”

He gave you a quick nod, walking across to sit the rag down on his workbench.

“Yeah? And what if I don’t want to?”

He brought his face down to yours, lips hovering close as he brought his hands on either side of your hips as you sat on the table.

“Then tell me no.”

You shuddered as he brought his lips to yours, kissing you softly, then pulling back to grab the keys to your car.

“Friday, 6 PM. Don’t worry ‘bout drivin’ all the way out here again; I’ll come get ya.”

I don't got the time; you should read between the lines.

That was about 8 months ago. Ever since, Choso had come up to see you every weekend, which turned into every few days, coming with flowers and gifts as he brought you into a big hug. Except for this past week, when he drove out of town for a car meet that was forever away. Something about finals or brackets, pretty much an important race. Which he’d won.

You got all dolled up, pretty heels and dress, wearing that perfume he got you and couldn’t get enough of and that necklace with his name on it. Because everyone had to know you were his. He was set to come at 7, flying back upstate by 6, and then the 45-minute drive. You nearly melted when he texted you, already on the road.

“Can’t wait to see you, princess.”

'Cause you're skimming through the pages, it's really looking dangerous.

You jumped around the room in anticipation, causing Mai to come and check on you, but at that point, you had already laid on your bed, giggling as you held your phone. You’d look at his Instagram when he was gone, stories of his car and posing with the trophy and the prize money. And what did he do with that prize money whenever he won? Ask the bubblegum pink 350z sitting in your driveway. You’d seen it at one of the meets a while back, so he bought one and worked on it for a couple of months, wrapped it in your favorite color, and surprised you with it on your birthday, in which you showed your satisfaction very nicely. When he first taught you how to drive it, you’d almost hit a tree, but after a couple of weeks, you were pretty good. So good, in fact, he encouraged you to enter the girl’s races after the main races went down. You were scared as fuck and pretty sure you’d piss yourself, but he believed in you, and that’s all you needed.

You hadn’t even checked your phone for the text he sent that he was pulling up; you’d heard the single exhaust humming down the street, a little backfire that you were sure scared the neighbors into thinking someone was shooting outside. You nearly ran out of your heels, grabbing your purse and waving bye to Mai. When Choso parked, he leaned against his car, preparing for what was coming next.

“Baby!!!”

You nearly tripped coming off your porch, and as he went to catch you, you jumped into his arms, causing him to chuckle.

“Miss me, princess?”

“So much, promise.”

“Fuck, I missed you too, baby.”

When I'm driving in your car, make me feel like I could do anything.

With that, he kissed you, still carrying you and walking to the car, opening the passenger door, but you weren’t ready to let go. You brought his neck to you, him pinning you against the car. You kissed him deeply, a kiss that said you never wanted him to leave again, and he kissed you right back, one that said he’d never want to leave again. But with all that distance, Choso was pretty damn horny.

He raised his hands to fondle your ass, groping the skin as you giggled into his mouth. Feeling a little more frisky, he brought his hands under your dress, tangling his fingers in your thong. He’d moved his lips down, you still giggling as he smiled into your neck. Swiftly, he pulled your thong down, bringing it off your legs as he sat you back down. He kissed you one last time, smacking your ass as you sat in the seat, closing the door, and stuffing your panties in his pocket. He sat in the driver’s seat, bringing your hand up to kiss it, making you blush.

“Ready, princess?”

But I do not have the drive; I'm in desperate need of your speed.

Baby, I can feel it coming; tell me, is it coming true?

As you two drive down the freeway, he’d do what he did best. Racing against some bastard, they’d always pull up next to him, signaling that they wanted to race, and who was he to say no? Especially when he knew he’d win, using the freeway as a warm-up for the festivities later. There were plenty of times that the cops would catch wind, which was obviously a bad idea because there was no way they were catching up to him and the other driver, and when he’d pull off to calm down for a bit and get the cops off his ass, he’d be so high on adrenaline that he’d fuck you in the backseat. Which you were currently itching for.

“Baby?”

“Mmhm?”

“Need you…”

“Hate to make you wait, but I promise I’ll take real good care of you later.”

You had your arms around his arm, never too tight, allowing him the space to shift gears. You pull away with a pout, slinking in the seat as you get on your phone.

“Don’t be a brat.”

“Yeah, what’re you gonna do about it?”

He knew you were waiting for him to give in, but he wasn’t fallin’ for it.

“Well, I was thinking about helpin’ ya out, but ya keep actin’ like that, and I’ll make ya wait till after the races. All of them.”

With that, you fixed your face and returned to being bubbly again. You brought your hands up to the top of your dress, pulling the top down to expose your cleavage, giving him those fuck me eyes. God, it was hard to say no to you. Whenever he did, you’d do something like that. And what was the result? Him rubbing your clit for a bit, not letting you cum, though, because only good girls get to do that.

Maybe it was going perfectly the way you planned it to.

As you two pulled up to the meet, he parked towards the back, always scared that somebody would hit his car, which he was totally trippin’ about. Except that one guy that guy did hit his car, and he beat the shit out of him in front of everyone there, you bandaging his knuckles up later. You knew he got a lil’ angry sometimes, but never at you, so you didn’t really care if he intimidated half the guys he met. Especially the ones that tried to flirt with you. He wasn’t completely evil; he’d ask the guy to walk away first, but when they insisted on still talking to you, he’d punch their jaw, sometimes knocking their teeth out. Oh well.

He helped you out of the car, pulling down your dress as you got out to not flash anyone, reaching your hand to his pocket to take your panties back, but then he’d turn and give you that look, which you smirked at and retreated.

Lately, I've been thinking all I really wanna do is go faster. Can we go faster?

“Choso, my man!”

“Yuuji, you made it!”

“How could I miss it? You came all the way up here to race, so had to see ya…”

He turned to look at you with a smirk, looking back at Choso.

“I’m sure you had other reasons, of course.”

You laughed at his comment while Choso flipped him off. The three of you walked up to the crowd of guys by the front who were arguing. A good look, and it was obvious they were arguing over a race from the other day. Two of the guys you’d recognized from a couple of weeks back were going back and forth, one telling the other that he owed him money out of the pot and the other guy insisting that he didn’t have to pay because he won the race.

“Will you guys just shut the fuck up?”

Everyone turned to look at Choso in shock. What the hell was he doing? He was practically begging to get added to the argument. You retracted your arm a bit, preparing for the damage that was about to happen.

“Choso, you motherfucker!”

“Where’ve you been? I’ve had to race cheap ass bastards like this.”

“Hey, you know what? Go fuck yourself.”

They were actually excited to see him? You hadn’t gone to a meet in a while, so you were wondering why everyone was so happy to see him all of a sudden. As they patted his back and dapped him up, you refrained, pulling Yuuji to the side.

“What is going on?”

“He won out there; he was representing for the state. Didn’t he tell you he was going to finals?”

Fuck, he did. You hadn’t really paid attention to him when he said he was leaving; your sadness got in the way of that. Your boyfriend had a major accomplishment; you hadn't even congratulated him. You’d make it up to him lat-

“You okay, princess?”

“Yeah, just a little chilly, that’s all.”

“I’ll go get my jacket.”

“No, babe, I’m fine, promise!”

He could tell you weren’t fine. He wasn’t gonna pry, though, instead talking to the other guys about the rules of the race for tonight. You wish you knew a little more about what they were talking about, something about crosses and jumps? What was that? You pondered until Choso grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the car and leaning against the door.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I just, I kinda just forgot something really important to you.”

“What?”

“The finals thing.”

“Babe, that’s what you’re worried about? I could care less about the race; I’m just happy to see my girl again.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, now come back over; hate to leave and fuck you this early.”

You felt better, but he was fucking with you. He walked over to the driver’s side, yelling at the group.

“Stop chattin’ and come ready up!”

Something in the air; I really just don't wanna take it slow.

Choso had a few cars, but since he’d won out west, his TTRS was like his good luck charm. It was a pretty burnt orange, with red leather seats on the inside and one of the fiber optic ceilings that made the top of the car look like stars at night. Most of the time, he didn’t let you drive in it, implying it might be a little too dangerous, but since he won, he’d wanted you to drive in it all the time from now on. His girl and his car, he felt like a winner for sure.

The first race was guys who’d been racing when he was gone, a couple Supras and Civic’s, then more of the expensive cars, like Trackhawks and McLaren’s. It was a little hard to pay attention with choso groping your ass the whole time. You two stood behind his car, towards the back, as he waited for his turn. Damn, he was a tease, especially when he groped right at the inner part of you, centimeters away from touching your lips. Then, he’d talk to you the whole time.

“That one has a body kit, and that one has a stock engine.”

And when you’d moan and squirm more than he wanted you to, he’d slap your ass and stop.

“You’re paying attention, right?”

“Yes…”

“Good girl.”

He knew what he was doing to you, but he didn’t really care. The idea of you being hot and ready as you waited for him to win was riling him up, but he couldn’t let himself get too hard; he still had shit to do. After the third race, it was Choso’s turn, and he was going against a M340, which he said was a pretty fair matchup. He hopped in the driver’s seat, pulling the car around and getting prepared. As they heated the lanes to grip the tires, he shot you a smile, and you gave him two thumbs up. You thought flagging looked so fun, but Choso was too nervous that would be the day a motherfucker crosses too much and hits you. Nonetheless, they started revving their engines.

After they took off, you’d started recording; he always appreciated when you took little clips for him to post later. As they began pulling back, you started looking over the footage. You were shivering a little bit, and right about now, you were wishing you’d taken the offer on that jacket.

“You cold?”

You turned to look at the guy who had started talking to you. He was a cocky bastard, for sure. He’d worn a jacket with his team’s logo; you hadn’t seen it before, probably someone new who came when Choso was gone. Yuuji hadn’t raced that week, so you couldn’t ask him either. A guy behind him was pulling on his sleeve, trying to get him to stop.

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“No problem, baby girl. You enjoying the race?”

God, you wish this guy would fuck off.

“Yeah, I’m waiting for my boyfriend.”

“Oh really? He left a pretty girl like you all by yourself? Sounds like a pretty fucked up boyfriend.”

“Hey, you should really-”

“Who the fuck are you?”

If we waste the time, I think it might just make me miserable.

You hadn’t even realized Choso had finished his race; you were too busy trying to get this guy to go away. He’d wrapped his arm around you, shooting a death stare at the guy.

“Oh, you're the bastard in the TTRS! Shame you left this little lady alone; anything could’ve happened to her.”

“You got a fuckin’ problem? Keep talkin’ about her like that, and I’ll have your ass. What you can’t fuckin’ read?”

He held up your necklace, the one with his name on it; despite the fight that was probably gonna happen, it made you blush that he was claiming you like that.

“Choso, huh? You think you’re hot shit cause you won out there? Someone had to hold shit down around here while you were gone.”

Choso grabbed the guy by the shirt, about to fight him, when Yuuji intervened. He held up the sheet with the matchups; looked like this fucker was up against him next. Choso reluctantly let the guy go, smirking as he rubbed down his face.

“Whatcha drivin'?”

“Hellcat, modded, bitch.”

“So nut up or shut up, motherfucker.”

The guy left to bring his car around, leaving you and Choso to walk around to his car, already in position from the last race. You nuzzled your face in your chest as he kissed your forehead. Before he let you go, he grabbed his jacket from the backseat, putting it on you. He was still a little horny, though. He brought his lips to yours, leaning you against the car, kissing you deeply as he brought one of his hands under the jacket, groping your tit. The other one? Flipping that bastard off as he got in his car.

“Gonna take care of his ass, stay with Yuuji til I get back, ‘kay? Hold on, I got a better idea.”

You gave him a quick nod as he pulled you over to a couple of guys towards the middle, interrupting their conversation and dapping them up.

“What’s up, bro?”

“I want her to flag.”

“You got it.”

You nearly jumped for joy. He was gonna let you flag? To be fair, it was probably so he could prove a point to that asshole, but you didn’t really care because you were too excited at the opportunity. One of the guys showed you how to do it, bringing a hand up, then down real fast. You had to wait for both of them to rev their engines, then give the signal about ten seconds later; the reaction time to the signal usually determined the race, so you had to be really careful.

So, you were. Yuuji and some other guys held the back of Choso’s car; good luck for take off. You stepped in the middle and did just what he’d said, him giving you a thumbs up from the sidelines. The cars sped past you fast, wasting no time. You ran back to Yuuji, who was super proud, of course. Now, you guys just had to wait.

Lately, I've been thinking all I really wanna do is go faster. Can we go faster?

“How’s it feel, you shit-talkin' motherfucker?”

“Aye, go fuck yourself!”

Yuuji started yelling at him the second he got out the car, grabbing his share of the bets. Choso got out and walked over to you, picking you up and kissing you hard.

“You did so good, baby!”

“Me? That flagging was great, princess.”

Choso flipped the guy off, walking you to the car and letting you in. He walked over to Yuuji, who handed him the stack of cash he’d won and dapped him up, shooting you a little wave. You waved back as Choso put the money in a bag in the backseat. With a hand on your thigh, he drove off.

“Choso…”

“Yeah, I know, baby. We’ll be home in about thirty minutes.”

“I don’t think I can wait that long.”

“Well, you’ll have to, princess.”

You shot him lust-filled eyes, reaching your hand over to massage his dick through his pants. He sighed and pulled off on the next exit.

You better hit your brakes ‘fore you crash, boy, crash.

He’d pulled into a park towards the back of the parking lot. Once he parked, you were already on him, climbing into the driver's seat to straddle him as he adjusted it. You wasted no time bringing his face to yours and kissing him roughly, which caused him to pull you back by your neck, licking the skin there as you rubbed your bare pussy against his jeans. You didn’t really care if you’d stained them, just looking for any sort of relief from the teasing he’d given you all night.

“Slow down, princess. Wanna take things slow.”

“But baby, it’s been so long! Need you now!”

You brought his fingers down to your pussy, rubbing them against your clit. You started moaning into his neck as he removed his hands, leaving you whimpering for his touch.

“You don’t fuckin’ listen.”

He pulled your hips forward so he was face to face with your tits, pulling your top down and immediately taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You threw your head back and groaned, convinced you’d probably cum soon from being touch deprived for so long. Simultaneously, he brought his hands up to pull the fabric of your dress up, ass fully exposed as he slapped it and massaged it. He made you feel so good, but you knew you wanted more. You were gonna say anything to get him to hurry up.

“Baby…”

“Yeah?”

“Need to feel you cum inside.”

That brought something out of him. He’d sat you up a bit so he could undo his jeans, pulling his pants and briefs down so his dick was exposed. You moved it under yourself, trying to position yourself over it, and once you were? Well, Choso slammed you down on it. He didn’t want to be too rough with you; he originally planned to make love to you when you guys got back, make you cum a few times before he fucked you. But you were so damn horny, it made that idea impossible. He began bouncing you up and down on his dick, slapping your ass as he focused on how your tits were moving from the gravity of his thrusts. You were so blissed out that you couldn’t even think straight. He was fucking the shit out of you, and you were enjoying every second of it. It had been so long (literally a week) since he’d stretched you out, and you couldn’t help but moan his name over and over.

You better hit your brakes ‘fore you crash, boy, crash.

“That’s it, baby, say my name.”

“Choso…”

“How bad did you miss me?”

“So baddd….”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re actin’ like this?

“Yessss.”

He was fuckin’ your brains out, barely able to make coherent sentences. And he fuckin’ loved it. Watching you melt over his dick as fucked into you on that one spot that had you grippin’ his shoulders and stuttering while you moaned. Fuck, you made him so happy. Before you came up to see him all those months ago, Yuuji had shown him a picture of you, explaining that you were his friend and would need your car worked on. He told Yuuji right then and there he was gonna make you his girl, which Yuuji just jabbed his shoulder and wished him good luck. Now, here you were.

“Gonna cum for me baby?”

“Yes, Choso, fuck right there!”

“Right here?”

“Don’t stop, baby!”

He watched as you came undone over top of him, putting your face on his shoulder and screaming his name as he fucked you through it. He wasn’t gonna lie; the feeling of your pussy cumming on him drove him crazy. So crazy; in fact, he filled you up, just like you asked him to. You felt so good, finally getting fucked after so long. He still held your hips, sinking you back and forth until he got overstimulated. He slipped you off and sat you back down, kissing you softly before sitting you back in the passenger seat. He put his pants back on and started the car, fixing your dress and putting his hand back on your thigh.

“You good princess?”

“Uh-huh.”

When I'm driving in your car make me feel like I could do anything.

You thought you were off the hook, really. When you guys came home, he washed you up, put one of his shirts on you, and put you to bed with him, drifting sleep. That was until you pulled your leg over his, tits pressing against his chest. And fuck, you looked so sexy in his shirt, no panties on, slightly moving your hips against his side. He slid down and brought your legs over his shoulders, making you giggle as he looked up at you. He started by licking his tongue through your lips, licking up your precum as his hands massaged your thighs. You started squirming when he moved your lips out of the way to get direct access to your clit. He felt so good, a little too good, in fact.

“Baby, not so fast; I’m gonna cum real soon!”

“Oh, “not so fast” now? Where was that in the car?”

He picked up his pace, causing your body to jerk as you prepared to cum again. He chuckled into you as you called out his name, gripping his hair as he brought you to your climax. It was so intense you damn near ripped his hair out. But he didn’t care about that. He kissed the outside of your lips gently, trailing them all the way up your body until his lips met yours. He brought you back into his embrace as you fell asleep, for real, this time.

But I do not have the drive;

The next morning, you’d wake up super early, surprising after the evening before, but you were just so excited to show him the clips you got. Then you showed him pics you took while he was gone and the video Mai took of you as you attempted to change the fuse for your headlight, which you didn’t so he’d fix it later. Nonetheless, you were his girl, and despite all of this car shit, you were all he really needed.

I'm in desperate need of your speed.

♱ the song used in this story is speed by kali uchis. 🖤

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of-a-chaotic-mind · 6 months ago

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Jeremy Gilbert NSFW Alphabet

Summary: NSFW Alphabet for Jeremy Gilbert

TW/CW: Jeremy Gilbert x Reader, NSFW

Requested?: Yes, by a lovely Anon who said, “Hello, could you please write an nsfw alphabet of Jeremy Gilbert please."

Word Count: 1,318

A/N: It's been so long since I've seen Vampire Diaries. I hope I did Jer justice. Lmk who you wanna see next. I plan to do both NSFW & SFW Alphabets for just about everyone in my masterlist.

A - Aftercare: (what they’re like after sex)

- Jeremy is the KING of aftercare. You want it, you got it and you don't even have to lift a finger or move a muscle. I mean it. You want a bath? Bet, you stay right there while he runs the bath and then he's carrying you bridal style and setting you down in the warm, sudsy water.

B - Body Part: (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- Jeremy put a lot of work into his muscular figure and always feels so proud of it when he catches you drooling over his back. Sometimes he'll walk around shirtless just to get a reaction out of you. He loves the feeling of your nails digging in when you two are in bed and the soft tickle of you tracing shapes on his back afterwards.

- As for his favorite part of you, without a doubt it's your hands. His are so rough and calloused that he can't get over how soft and gentle yours are. He loves the way they fit perfectly in his and how they roam around his body when he has you between the sheets.

C - Cum: (anything to do with cum, basically)

- Always pulling out to cum on you or in your mouth. He can't deny the fact that he enjoys the look on your face when you swallow like a good girl and open wide with your tongue out to show him.

D - Dirty Secret: (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- He won't even admit it to you but sometimes he wonders what it would be like to fuck you as a vampire. He wonders how long you can truly hold up before you can't take anymore.

E - Experience: (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- Man hasn't been around a whole lot but boy does he know what he's doing. He's a quick learner too. It was like he instantly knew exactly how to get you across the finish line the very first time the two of you were together.

F - Favorite Position: (this goes without saying)

- As underwhelming as it may seem, he loves missionary. He can see your beautiful face, feel your hands roam or dig into his back, and hit plenty of good angles.

G - Goofy: (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

- It kind of depends. If you guys are having a quickie he can be a little silly because the whole idea of quickies is silly to him. If you guys are at home indulging in each other he can be silly but most of the time he's solely focused on you and serious about your pleasure.

H - Hair: (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- The carpet matches the drapes in color but while his hair tends to be a little loosey goosey, down south he keeps it neat.

I - Intimacy: (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- Always sweet and romantic but if you want or need him to throw you around like a rag doll he can and will.

J - Jack Off: (masturbation headcanon)

- Nope. He needs you to find a release. Even if he gives himself blue balls in the process, he's finding you and fixing the issue.

K - Kink: (one or more of their kinks)

- He doesn't even understand why himself but dude has a thing for blindfolds. It can be him blindfolded or you, doesn't matter. One time the two of you experimented and were both blindfolded.

L - Location: (favorite places to do the do)

- In bed. Specifically, a nice, slow, warm morning while the sun bleeds through the blinds and the birds chirp outside.

M - Motivation: (what turns them on, gets them going)

- Confidence is key. Confidently take what you want from him or perhaps confidently tell a certain 1000s of years old hybrid that he's a dumbass. Your confidence is his kryptonite.

N - No: (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- No bodily fluids. Period. Exclamation point. I take that back. He's not one to shy away from spitting on you or in your mouth but never in a mean or disrespectful way.

O - Oral: (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- He prefers giving but will never say no to receiving. By god can he do a damn good job too. He watches your face every time to determine what works, doesn't work, and works really well. He knows you, inside and out.

P - Pace: (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- You set the pace not him. That being said, he can tell just by the look on your face and how your body reacts which pace you want. The only time he's fast and rough whether you like it or not is if you've been teasing him all day and he hasn't been able to get you alone.

Q - Quickie: (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- If you guys are in a pinch, they'll do but he prefers to take his time and tend to you properly. He will, however, almost always insist on a quickie if he gets jealous. One time he pulled you into a coat closet at the Salvatore house because he felt Klaus was getting a little too friendly with you.

R - Risk: (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- Your safety is first and foremost on Jeremy's mind but if there's no danger or harm then he's down to try anything at least once.

S - Stamina: (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- He usually has a couple good rounds in him before he's spent and ready to aftercare the shit out of you.

T - Toys: (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- He doesn't particularly like them but he doesn't mind them either. It's entirely up to you as to whether y'all use them or not.

U - Unfair: (how much they like to tease)

- Jeremy teases if you tease. He likes playing a cat and mouse game but he's never one to initiate it.

V - Volume: (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- It's a coin toss on his vocalization. Sometimes, he's all groans, grunts, and dirty talk. Others, he's as quiet as possible as he listens to the beautiful sounds emitting from your vocal cords.

W - Wild Card: (a random headcanon for the character)

- His "My Eyes Only" on SnapChat is FULL to the brim with every naughty picture you've ever sent him. Sometimes when he's away from you but planning to dick you down good soon he'll scroll through and daydream.

X - X-Ray: (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- He's packing some length but the girth is pretty average. It's nice and toned too displaying plenty of delicious veins.

Y - Yearning: (how high is their sex drive?)

- Jeremy has a weird sex drive. He goes through these phases where for a few days he'll constantly wanna go at it but then spend a week or so just kinda following your lead. That being said, it doesn't matter what he's doing, how he's feeling, or where he is, if you're horny, he's horny.

Z - Zzz: (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- No matter how tired he is, he never falls asleep until he knows you're out. Sometimes, you have to pretend to fall asleep because you can tell he's so tired but won't close his eyes for longer than a sleepy blink.

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dragonridernoobie · 9 months ago

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Hihihihihihiii!! I was wondering if you could do hcs with TFP Optimus, ratchet, Wheeljack, and Megatron with a fem reader who was a queen on her home planet??? (Romance HCS pls)

Okok so hear me out. The reader’s pod like crashed onto earth and like they’re a maximal. BUT. They’re not just a normal maximal, they’re like the queen of maximals ykyk. (Can she be like a white tiger pls?)

So she’s like super powerful and strong, she’s definitely taller than ratchet and Wheeljack. But she’s like up to Optimus and Megatron’s necks. But her personality is sweet, but she’s very dangerous when angry.

I also just wanna say that I feel like she would sometimes stay in base/Nemesis bc like she can’t rlly hide from humans since her alt is an animal. I also definitely think her love language is gift giving<3

ANYWAYS HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE!! TYYYY<33

This is cute, i will try my best. Sorry this took so long, work has been a bitch to me 😥😥😥

TFP x Maximal Reader

Optimus

Optimus met reader when ratchet alerts him that something entered the earth's atmosphere.

When him and his team arrive at the scene, they are met with a giant ass white tiger, tearing up the decepticons like they where nothing.

Throwing them around like rag dolls.

They where confused but since optimus had the wisdom of the primes, he realized it was a primal.

A now rare and almost non-existent cybertronian species.

When reader killed all the decepticons, reader turned to them and starts to to attack.

Optimus took this chance to tell reader that he is optimus prime and he means no harm.

Reader seemed to believe optimus since they can sense the all spark in him.

Reader transformed to her full sized and told them that they where sorry and they just lost there world and there kind to the decepticons.

They also explained they used to be a queen.

Let's say the autobots fully respected reader.

Optimus happily brings reader into the team.

Reader was confused to meet jack, miko, and Raphael.

Since reader never seen them before.

(Yes, miko has definitely begged reader for a ride)

Reader understands the rules that they can't be out in the open because of her form.

After months of being on the team, optimus realized he started to have feelings.

He was actally scared to have feelings for reader.

Since the last lover ge had was elita-1

He definitely acted like that old orian pax.

He finally confess his feelings to reader (while stuttering)

Reader says yes.

(If you say no, shame on you)

Ratchet

Ratchet met reader when he went with optimus and the team to a crash site of a pod.

He was walking thru the forest with the team but got separated by the team.

He was watching his device when suddenly was pinned down by something.

Ratchet had a mini spark attack when he saw that a giant, white, cybertronian maximal, tiger on top of him.

Thankfully his team arrived to help him.

Reader transformed and ratchet was surprised that a femme (female) cybertronian was taller then him.

Reader apologize to ratchet and told hum that they where recently attacked by decepticons.

Ratchet went doctor mod and helped them.

Ratchet took a bit longer to warm up to reader but was amazed by how much reader knew about science.

That's when he found out reader was a queen back on her own home world.

He definitely found respect for reader.

Ratchet had another mini spark attack when reader came back from being outside.

(Was giving miko and the kids a ride)

Ratchet went on a rant about how they can't be outside of the base, because there's no 30ft tall white Tigers!

Reader definitely showed her power when ratchet was caught by the decepticons and reader came and destroyed the decepticons.

It was 200v1.

He definitely held respect for reader.....then yelled at reader for how stupid that was.

He was grumpy yes, but cared for his team.

He definitely let reader get close to him.

Don't telk anyone.

Ratchet started to have feelings for reader.

He definitely dident know how to confess his feelings or what to do with his feelings.

Miko, Jack, Raphael saw the signs and told ratchet they will help him.

Ratchet tried his best.

Reader found it funny but accepted his feelings.

Ratchet haven't felt this happy for a long time.

😊

Wheeljack

Wheeljack was in the forest, fixing his jackhammer when he suddenly heared something walking.

He took out his blaster and went on the defensive.

He looked around and crept closer to the forest line.

Right when he thought it was a earth lifeforms, he was attacked.

He threw off the attacker but was surprised to see a maximal.

He has seen then before but even he knew they where rare.

He put down his gun and explained to the cybertronian tiger that he was not a threat and a autobot.

The tiger was surprised but seemed to undedstand

Reader transformed to her cybertronian form.

Wheeljack was stunned by seeing reader in her full form

He was always the flirter and the outgoing one but he definitely forgot about all those things since he never seen somone so beautiful.

I think he would find out reader was a royal by accident.

He welcomed reader and started to flirt.

Reader definitely was getting annoyed.

(Was almost regretting not killing him)

Wheeljack saw the power reader had.

He was watching reader take out a while squead of deceptiocns on there own, he dident even had to help.

Right there and then he fell head over heels for reader.

Wheeljack actally started to be nervous around reader, since he never came across somone who made him feel like this.

(Ratchet sosent count but that is a story for a diffrent time)

Wheeljack started to flirt with read ten fold

He kept going after reader and tried to show off.

By doing trick shots with her grenades and shots.

They failed.

Reader came to him and asked him what this was all about

Wheeljack broke and told them their feelings.

Reader returned them.

(If you don't, why?)

Megatron

Megatron met reader when Soundwave alerted him to a pod entering the earth's atmosphere.

He and some of his decepticons head over.

That's when he met a maximal.

He was surprised by this since he thought he killed the last few of them.

He was impressed that reader was killing his drones like it was nothing.

When reader was done, megatron fought them.

I can't explain it in words but megatron was actally excided since reader put up a fight

Reader made him remmber his old days into he ring.

Sadly, megatron got the upper hand and defeated reader.

He brought reader to the warship and chained her up.

That's when everything started.

He kept asking her question and where the autobots where but reader just said nothing.

When megatron found out reader was the queen of a planet he was surprised.

He definitely made her mad when he kept saying "you can't be a queen of a species that is dead."

Ya, let's say reader broke thru the chains once or twice and beat him up.

I think megatron would have fallen. For reader if reader was on the warship for a long, long time.

Like I mean months, maybe years.

Megatron would fall for reader by her power, smarts, form, and statis.

I think he would be the most romantic out of these guys.

He would go to reader with energon sweets and offer her hand in a relationship.

Reader will say yes but will ask him to prove himself worthy.

He dose.

Hope you enjoyed this, I did this while I've been half asleep.

#headcanon #transformers tfp #x reader #optimus x reader #tfp optimus prime #megatron tfp x reader #megatron x reader #wheeljack x reader #tfp wheeljack #tfp ratchet #ratchet x reader

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yuff7e · 6 months ago

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hello, my my you are just the sweetest thing and I am LOVING how open your blog is. I literally feel like I can request anything and everything my heart desires and the freedom is awesome. Anyway hers my request, sorry if it's stupid or too long, I'm trying my best. Tom Delonge and female reader where he gets carried away and doesn't notice til after. Like he had a hard day at work and really needed to relax so he just takes the absolute lead. Dragging her to the bedroom and throwing her on the bed without a second thought. Forcing her on her knees like a rag doll and using her sweet pussy til he's satisfied. He'd get rough with it too, maybe he's bite her or cover her mouth just to hear how pretty she sounds moaning against him. Bruises where he held her too tight. And once he's done only then would it click in his mind that he didn't even ask first and that's why she's so shaky and whiny after. What would he do?

ੈ✩ tom delonge using you after a hard day at work !! ‧₊˚ heavy nsfw / dirty talk / aftercare n fluff

female reader

hi anon !! and omg tysm !! you seem very sweet as well :)) and i will totally do this request for you !! if you have any other requests you’d like to add , also i hope i wrote him correctly !! - let me know !! enjoy <3

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you were laying on you and tom’s shared bed, reading your book as you wait for him to come home. you had been cooped up in the house all day, so pent up. you decided to sit up and walk around the shared home, making your way to the kitchen.

as you were in there you heard the front door unlock, keys jangling as he walked in. you turn and smile at him, “hi, honey.” he groans and makes his way over to you, tiredly plopping himself on you like a jellyfish. “tom! wh— get off of me.” you playfully push him off of you and he chuckles, "what? i just like grabbing you."

a blush creeps onto your cheeks as you feel his hand snake around your waist, pulling you close. "ive been missing you all day, come with me." he pulls you toward him and you both make his way to the bedroom, once youre in he throws you against the mattress and leans over you.

he easily had control over you, its like everything you did was nothing compared to how he owned you. he steadily kissed you, practically eating your face as you squirmed around him. "gotta get that mouth ready for me baby." he grinned, shoving his two fingers in your mouth and holding your jaw open with his other hand.

carefully placing you down on your knees in-front of him, he unbuckles his belt - slowly. terrifyingly slowly. he ruts a little against his own pants as he tells you how bad he wants you, what a good little girl you're being, etc.

finally, his cock springs out - the tip is wet and you can see it pulsating. you outstretch a hand to grap onto it but he yanks you back by your hair, "i wanna be in control today, baby." he takes his other hand and jerks himself in-front of you as he lines his tip towards your mouth.

"you're going to be a big girl and take my cock okay?" he coos, shoving it past your lips and into your mouth. you strain a little, not being allowed to use your hands is misery, causing you to gag worse. he begins to rut into your mouth, earning a groan or two from him.

"ooohhh fuuck baby.. mmm yeah fuck. you take me so fucking good, shit—." hes grabbed onto both sides of your head and is stuffing you down on his dick. you gag and moan as your hands pat his thighs, begging for release. eventually he pulls out once he’s close, “fuck, don’t wanna cum yet.” he says, grabbing you again and throwing you up onto the mattress.

“is your pussy wet yet babe?” he grabs ahold of your pants and peeks into them where he sees your underwear, “fuck, you’re really cute you know that?” he slips a hand down them making you gasp out and grab onto his tatted arm. his fingers brush against your leaking pussy, rubbing against the clit through your underwear - making you squirm.

“i know you like that, you want this dick in you so bad don’t you? fuck yeah.” he rubs you slowly, cupping your pussy with his palm as he feels how wet you are for him. “you’re kind of a slut.” he cackles and yanks his hand out of your pants before fully pulling them down past your thighs aggressively.

“my dick is so hard for you right now baby, you’re gonna feel so tight around me..” he lines himself up with you and playfully tries to push in, his dick flicking upwards past your clit causing you to spasm. he kisses you deeply, making out with you and pushing his hand under your shirt to fondle one of your breasts.

“i needed this so much, i was imagining at work how it would be like to fuck you right there. your pretty pussy stretched on this dick, so wet and creamy.. fuck, i need to put it in.” you grab his arm before he pushes himself into you, he looks at you for a moment and smiles.

“what? you wanna wait?” he chuckles a little, “i can wait for you baby.” you gulp, legs slightly shaking - you lay back and let him take the lead. he looks back down at your pussy and lines himself up again to push, once he pushes he throws his head forward and lets out a breathy moan. nearly collapsing on top of you as he catches himself with his arm, staring at your face - only mere inches away from your mouth.

“baby.. you’re so tight—- uhgnn..” he shakes his head, wiping a hand across his face. he props himself up and grabs ahold of one of your legs, slinging it over his shoulder and kneeling back down over you to kiss you. you kiss him breathless, clenching around his swollen cock as he pushes in you deeper.

he grinds himself into you for a bit, thrusting against your belly - eventually he picks up the pace, hard, wet thrusts against your body - rocking the bed in the process. you’re gripping the sheets above your head, holding onto anything for support, he laughs down at you - throwing his head back every other moment.

he would give a quick “mhm” everytime you moaned or groaned, breathing heavy. “who’s pussy is this baby?” “yours..” you croak, eyes squeezed shut as he rams himself into you - “huh?” “yours!” “good girl.” he places both his hands on your hips, going at full force. “you’re gonna take this… fucking dick like the good girl you are.. oh shit baby..” his thrusts become sloppy and needy against your tummy, his tip hitting your fucking cervix.

“oh fuck! please, cum in me.. fuck.. i’m gonna!!” you grind your hips against his thrusts, riding out your orgasm arching your back against the bed. he moans out in pleasure as you squeeze around his cock, your wet juices coating it. “fuck baby… that’s gonna make me.. cum—..” he strains out, thrusting a few more times before giving you one final pump and coiling over your body.

he grinds a bit as he rides his orgasm out, taking one of his hands and holding your throat - propping himself up. giving you a breathy chuckle he kneels down and kisses you once more, you’re shaky and you whine into his mouth. “what? don’t tell me you didn’t like that.” he laughs, standing up and pulling out of you quickly, causing you to jump.

you begin to shut your legs but he tears them open and kneels down infront of you, you look at him quizzically before he begins to suck on your wet clit. your eyes roll back and you fall against the bed again, “ah!! fuck— what are you doing??” you kick your legs up into the air as he eats you, everytime you push his cum out he pushes it back in with his fingers.

“i want you to feel everything baby, i want you fuckin—- mmnf— coated in my seed.” he begins to finger fuck you roughly, his own cum spilling out onto his fingers as he fingers your gaping hole - his thumb brushing against your clit.

you don’t think you could cum anymore than you already have, you’re shaking all over the place - eventually he stops and gives your pussy a little peck before standing up, he’s hard again but decides it’s probably best to give you a rest. “wanna take a bath?” he coos, rubbing the side of your thigh as you look up at him with furrowed brows.

“you’re a jerk..” you blush, moving your hair out of your face, “yeah? well you’re beautiful.” you can’t hide the playful smile that appears on your face as he watches you, “come on, let’s take a bath.” he pulls you toward him by your legs and picks you up, carrying you toward the bathroom.

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hehe i finished !! i actually don’t know much about tom delonge, so i hope i wrote him correctly .. if not, please tell me !! i’d like to fix this better since im actually quite proud of this lolol - hope you enjoyed !!! <3 feel free to request again :)

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Fatal Love Raian Kure

Anime: Kengan Ashura

Character: Raian Kure

Warning: Graphic description of blood, corpses, violence, bodily fluids

Fatal Love Raian Kure

You were sitting in the crowd, looking down at Raian's and Ohma's battle, it was brutal, it was fast, it was beastly, it was savage... it was exciting. By far, this was the best battle yet, and was a great way to start off round 2, you watched as Raian turned the battle with just a single clothesline attack, causing Ohma to flip.

Watching as Raian began beating Ohma into the ground, throwing him around like a rag doll, you were used to seeing Raian dominate his opponents in the field, but you never actually seen him do it like this. It was almost like he was teaching Ohma, it was bizarre and not Raian's normal course of action when he was fighting. You looked on with confusion but also with glee, at this crazy fight.

'Raian... what are you doing?' You thought as you watched him taunt Ohma. Hearing him sound like a raging fool, brought back flashbacks, it hasn't been very long since you and Raian been together, if you were dating, it wasn't determined. He never acknowledged your relationship. He never even thought about it nor spoke of it. You can still remember the day you met him, down in that alleyway all those years ago.

You were panting, having just been attacked by some thugs, you've been fighting them for the past few hours, running and stopping to take some out. You were covered in cuts and bruises, your hair tangled and matted with blood, leaves and trash from being thrown around and manhandled. You've been able to hold your own, throwing, kicking, punching, stabbing, slicing, underhanded fighting. You've killed about 6, damaged 8, lost 15. Your muscles tight and strained. Your legs wobbling, your arms heavy, your stomach felt bloated and your lungs felt tight.

You were cornered, slowly stepping back, as 7 goons stood around you, holding all kinds of weapons and tools, ready to beat, possibly rape and kill you. Your eyes shifted around your surroundings quickly, thinking of any possibly ways to get out of this, or maybe even find a weapon. 'Damn, just my fucking luck, of course there wouldn't be any way to get out of this.' You thought in annoyance. The leader of this little group chuckled as he stepped closer to you, you glared up at him in hatred.

"You gave me a lot of trouble, ya know that?" He said in a cocky tone, you could see the anger in his eyes, you smirked. "Tch, that's just because you picked the most weakest guys you could fine, you wanna be mob boss." You shot back, he glared down at you, his cocky smirk falling. Your own smirk fell when he suddenly kicked you in your stomach, making blood come up through your nose and mouth, you flew back, landing on your back, you were quick to sit back up but a fist collided with your nose making you fall back on your back.

You laid there in a daze, the world spinning around you. 'It's cloudy... has it been cloudy all day?... I could've sworn the sun was out... I guess it just goes to show you... when you're living hard... you can't enjoy the small things of life.' You thought to yourself, you could see the boss and his group of goons slowly surrounding you, evil glares on their faces as they stared down at you, the boss pulled out a gun, everything in slow motion as he cocked it.

'Is this it?... Is this how I die?... Why like this?... Why now?... I always imagined my death being more... it doesn't matter... non of it ever did, did it?... In the end, we all meet our end, in the most unexpected ways.' You thought, as you watched him point the gun towards you, his finger getting ready to pull the trigger. 'But hey... at least I had fun while doing it.' You thought, as a pleased smile slowly came across your face. The sound of chaos suddenly broke out, your sense of hearing dulling without you realizing.

You could hear the muffled sound of fists meeting skin, bones cracking, bodies hitting the ground, the feeling of something warm splattering on you made you become aware of your surroundings once more. You slowly lifted your head up, your eyes widening at the scene before you. Their bodies all mangled and battered, some even seeming to be ripped apart, arms and legs laid scattered about, their heads crushed and jaws ripped off. It was a massacre, it was a real horror scene. In the center of it all, stood a young man, he looked no older than 17 maybe even 18, he was young yet powerful.

Your eyes met, you stared on in shock, seeing their strange coloring, his hair line looked like that of horns. Blood over his pale skin, a menacing smile on his face when he seen you awake. He walked over towards you slowly, his form seeming to get larger the closer he got. Your neck relaxed once he stood over you, a vicious smile on his face, yet his eyes seemed curious, but nothing much else. "So, you're still alive huh? And still conscious to add to that fact, most humans your size would be either dead or on the verge of death right about now." He spoke, his eyes sizing you up.

You gave him a slow and painful smile. "Yeah?... Well, I'm not like everyone else... I'm a unique case." You said in a low yet amused voice. He gave a chuckle at your words, whether it was out of true amusement or just him laughing in general, you didn't care. The more you stared at him, the more you liked him. He was crude but he wasn't taking pity on you. He seemed to respect your strength, and you liked that about him. He was covered in blood, his hair had patches of red, his clothes were dark, masking the blood, his teeth were even stained red, and yet... you couldn't find yourself disgusted with him, it just seemed to draw you into him more.

'He's like me... He's one with the damned... and he honesty couldn't give a fuck.' You thought. That was 4 years ago now, it feels like it's been longer. Your eyes widen some, as you focused back on the match at hand, Ohma was red, and looking more vicious then ever, while Raian was purple looking like the true devil he was. You watched on in amazement as they slugged each others with powerful blows, the sound of their voices making you think of demons as they grunted in determination to defeat the other. You watched, with bated breaths, as they both fell from their transformations, going back normal.

You watched in slight amusement and worry as they both struggled to stand, throwing their bodies into their punches, trying to knock the other one back, but it was all over when Ohma nicked his chin one last time, knocking Raian off his center of balance. You watched, as your fists tightened into the fabric of your clothes. 'Stop the match... stop it... stop it... stop it!!...STOP IT!!!' You thought in panic as you watched Ohma beat Raian down into the dirt, you nearly stood up from your seat when the ref finally grabbed Ohma by his midriff, stopping the fight. You breathed a sigh of relief, as you calmed back down. 'I wonder how Raian is going to handle this.' You thought as watched them take Raian out of the arena on a stretcher.

The beeping of the heart monitor sounded throughout the clinic room, as you sat next to Raian's bed, reading a book. The Kure family came and left, making sure that Raian would live, and once they got the answer they wanted, they pretty much left. Karla stayed back with you, looking over at Raian in worry, she was curled up on a chair, her chin on her knees. You both sat there in silence, before a grunt could be heard from Raian. You both looked over at him, a smile coming across your faces. "I'll go tell grandpa that Raian's awake!!" She said in excitement as she ran out the room. You watched as she ran out, closing the door behind her as she did.

You looked over at Raian, watching as he sat up, catching his barings as he rubbed his forehead. "That little shit, Ohma Tokita, he was tougher than I thought, way tougher, but at least it was fun." he said aloud to himself as he smiled in glee. "I'll be sure to fight him again, proving whoes form is superior." He said as he yanked the needles in his arms out, causing the blood and water bags to bust, spraying fluids everywhere, you didn't care about the mess, as you stood up, your shoes splashing the fluids as you stepped towards his bed. He never looked over at you, as he stood up from the bed, seemingly deep in thought, but you knew better.

"Raian, you lost, you need to train more." You simply said. He grunted in irritation but he never looked at you. "You lost to a half done form that hasn't even been mastered yet. Your removal is far more developed then his technique, and yet you still lost. You obviously aren't ready yet." You stated, he clenched his fists as he whirled around to glare at you. "Shut the hell up, what the fuck would you know? You're not even able to use the removal, so how the hell would you know?" He said, anger in his voice as he glared at you. 'if looks could kill.' You thought.

You placed your hand on your hip. "I don't need to be a Kure to know that you've obviously been slacking off on your training, because if you haven't, then you would've easily won." You scolded. He growled at you before he snatched his head away from you. "My removal is stronger than any other member of the Kure family, that's why they chose me to represent them!!!" He said, his fists shaking next to his sides as he spoke. "And you failed, because you grew cocky over the years, losing sight of your training all because you're the strongest. face it Raian, you're a giant pampered child. You don't know what it's like to struggle, what it's like to fight for everything you got, born with strength. You lost because you're weak." You said.

He whirled on you quickly, his hand coming up to grab your neck as he slammed you into the wall. Your hands grabbed his wrist, as his hand squeezed your neck, one of your eyes closed as you glared at him. "Shut the fuck up!! You don't know shit!! You never knew shit!! You don't know anything about my life!! SO STOP ACTING LIKE YOU KNOW ME!!!" He shouted as he pressed you further into the wall, causing the wall behind you to crack. You whined and groaned from the pain as your nails dug into his arm. But a smile slowly spread across your face. "Hear that?... I think I hear a child, throwing a tantrum... but I could've sworn that there was nothing but adults in here." You shot back, your voice slightly strained from the harshness of his grip.

His glare seemed to darken, his blood lust rising, his grip tightening. "You sure talk a lot, for a dead bitch." He said. "And you sure... talk a lot... for a... a toddler." You shot back, refusing to let him have the last word, but non of that mattered anymore when he suddenly pressed his lips against yours, the grip on your neck never loosening but never getting any tighter either. Your tongues twirled around one another, your saliavas mixing and trailing down your chin, going over his fingers and knuckles. He pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his face as he stared down at you. A thin string of saliva connecting your lips, breaking with distance.

Your eyes have fluttered close and your grip on his arm loosened. He chuckled as he suddenly let you go, letting you fall forward against him as you pitifully sucked and coked for air, your legs wobbly and unstable as you stood.

You glared up at him, as on of your hands held your throat. "You son of a bitch." You said, he chuckled. "You look angry, but the way you were rubbing your thighs together says other wise." He said in a cocky voice. You cursed him silently, knowing he was right. Your panties were soaked. "Cocky bastard." You said. He grabbed your chin, holding your face up as he looked down at you. You could always see a small gleam in his eyes. It was an emotion he didn't have for anyone else but for you, you had power over him, and you both knew it. If you wanted, you could have him slay this whole island just because you wanted him to. But you'd never abuse that power, that was the trust you had between yourselves.

You were strong, you could handle him unlike any other woman, you held onto his horns, he'd buck and swing, but you'd never let go of him, and that's what kept him grounded.

#kengan ashura #kengan ashura x reader #kengan ashura x y/n #kengan ashura raian kure #raian kure #kure raian #raian #kure #kengan ashura kure #raian kure x reader #kure raian x reader #raian x reader #kure x reader #kengan ashura fanfiction

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rex101111 · 7 months ago

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Saw Godzilla Minus One on Netflix and I wanna talk a bit about this version of Goji because its so, so good. Watch this movie if you haven't yet, honestly a very good Kaiju movie was an actually pretty alright human subplot (and i always call them subplots because we all know what we're here for, yeah?) Okay two sentence summation of central point before I get into spoilers: The reason I really like this version of Goji is that he feels uniquely, viscerally, and unmatchedly mean. Past versions have been some flavor of villainous to various degrees, but this bastard feels especially malicious, and it's fantastic.

(spoilers under the cut, watch the movie guys seriously)

This is the first movie since the first, and Shin, to feel like a straight up horror movie. And this version of Goji feels like a combo of a Kaiju and Michael Myers. He's not overly anthropomorphized like he is in the the Monsterverse movies, much as I like those, he just feels like he's just conscious enough of the world around him to know when something is in his way, and when someone pissed him off.

Goji's main characteristic in this movie being his short temper is just great, he constantly feels like he's just two seconds away from ripping someone in half, it lends a lot of tension to every scene he has. His destruction of Ginza feels almost casual, like he's just very annoyed that his territory has all this clutter in it, but you keep fidgeting in your seat waiting for the other shoe to drop, for someone to do something stupid and fight back...and every time that happens we get to see what happens when the King of The Monsters gets angry.

His Atomic Breath, especially the first time we see it, is just...perfect. That slow, slow build up of power, steadily going faster and faster as it starts from his tail and goes up, like a rail gun charging up, before all the tension snaps and everything in front of him just gets vaporized. Seriously every time Godzilla gets damaged it doesn't feel like a moment of victory for the humans, it just feels like that moment where a big guy gets actually hurt and everyone else makes a hasty retreat because they don't want to be in range for whatever his response is gonna be. Minus One Godzilla is a menacing, angry, violent, uncompromising monster that always shows up when he can do the most damage, whenever the characters are feeling unsafe or afraid there he is, ready to make things worse. Other people have pointed out that he's basically a walking, snarling metaphor for PTSD, in that he never really goes away, and that half assed measures of fighting it will only make it worse. And it affects everyone around him, and whenever he feels pain, that pain gets paid back with interest. And just one more scene I wanna gush about before I'm done. When I started this movie I heard that it basically a bit of a riff on the 54 original, so I expected it to be a while before we saw Goji properly. But no, not even ten minutes into the movie and there he is, not yet the building sized mountain of radiation and anger, but still mean and extremely short tempered. He gets shot at by weapons that don't even scratch him but the sheer audacity of these little shits to even try is enough for him to just slaughter the whole lot, picking them up and throwing them like rag dolls are just crushing them. This isn't an animal, this is a monster with a short temper and no restraint. But that's not what I wanna talk about, I wanna talk about a moment just before everything goes to shit. Shikishima, our resident POV human, has snuck aboard his plane to try and shot Goji with his 20mm. It's nearly pitch darkness, with only a few lights from a nearby hanger, Goji is right there, inches away from the gun...and then he turns around. Slowly, and for just a moment...he stares right at Shikishima...and growls. Just a growl, a low, slow, nearly calm growl, the first and only time in this movie Goji gives someone a warning. Like I said, Goji isn't like he is in the Monsterverse movies, he feels more like an inhuman monster...except for his eyes.

I mentioned Shin earlier, and this is a good comparison, remember that Goji's eyes? Wide open, unblinking eyes. Barely aware of the world around it except for how much pain it's in. Minus One Goji? His eyes are crystal clear, even after his mutation. Deep set, cold, focused. When he looks at Shikishima, it actually looks like he's glaring at him, directly, acknowledging his presence in a way he doesn't afford anyone else all film. Shikishima flinches away and cowers, of course, but Godzilla keeps glaring at him, never breaking eye contact. Its the closest thing Godzilla has to dialog, and its an implicit, dead cold, perfectly serious "I dare you to shot me, go on. Try it. Try."

I really like this design for Goji in general, just all hard edges spikes and cracking scales and just so very mean its great, but his eyes man. Even full sized there's just so much hate in those eyes. Fantastic.

#godzilla #godzilla minus one #just me gushing about goji #really good movie #REALLY REALLY good movie go see it

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madeintheniamh · 2 years ago

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Fic idea! Lottie has just been born and they bring her home to meet her big sister. Harry has bought a present for Tilly saying it’s from her new little sister, and it’s matching outfits so the next day he dresses his girls in matching clothes and posts a pic on his close friends story 🥹

little pink dress

“She’s going to be so chuffed with these,” Harry smirked, smoothing out the two tiny matching smocked pink dresses on his lap. You had tried to be open with Tilly about everything that happened when you were pregnant- Harry explaining that sometimes growing a baby made you very tired and so you needed extra sleep and cuddles, and all about what would happen whilst you went away to finally have the baby. But being barely two, she didn’t really understand, although she did get very excited getting to pick out all the special new outfits for her brand-new little sister. Change was always something that she found very difficult- but dressing up was something she loved.

Putting the dresses back into the pink gift bag whilst smirking to himself, Harry began to help you out of the car, and despite a few groans and aches, you managed to make it out in one piece. He then hoisted out the car seat which he had effed and blinded at whilst trying to assemble.

“Y’okay, my love?” He whispered, kissing you on the forehead. “Look what you did,”

He smiled back down at the sleeping tiny person in the seat, snuggled up in a purple knitted blanket which Gemma had sewn for her.

“Look what we did,” You glared at him sleepily. “I couldn’t have done that without you,”

Harry’s eyes began to turn glossy with tears. “Baby, don’t make me cry, I’m already emotional enough,”

Tilly practically jumped out of Anne’s arms when she heard the front door unlock.

“Tilly! Come and sit down with Nanny for a minute,” Anne laughed at her toddler excitement, ushering her back to the sitting room.

“I want to see! I want to see!” She shouted, practically pinned down to one of the armchairs at this point. “Let me see sister!”

Harry had snuck round the door frame and made her jump as he entered the room.

“My Tilly Gem!” He gasped, taking her up in his arms and throwing her around like a rag doll. “I hope you’ve been good for Nanny Anne,”

“So much energy, this one,” She laughed. “Like you when you were little,”

Harry blushed slightly, as he took the car seat from your arms and rested it on the carpet. Tilly stared at the tiny figure for a good minute, before looking back at Harry.

“Baby sister?” She asked, as she reached out to hold her tiny hand. “She sleep,”

“She is asleep, yeah,” Harry replied, although she began to stir slightly at that moment. “She’s very tired, but you can give her a kiss if you’d like,”

“Kissy,” Tilly smiled, pecking her tiny little sister on the forehead. You and Harry both smiled at each-other, as Lottie’s eyes began to open slowly, glaring back up at the toddler who was directly in front of her face.

“And baby sister has brought you a present, Tilly baby,” Harry reached down to grab the pink bag. “You wanna see?”

Before he had even finished the sentence, Tilly had taken the bag from his hands, and was now throwing pink tissue paper around the room.

“Pink!” She gasped, holding up one of the dresses in front of her with her tiny fists.

“You like them?” Harry smiled. “There’s two, so tomorrow you can wear them and match little sister,”

“I love them,” She giggled, her words lisping slightly. “I love sister,”

“You do?” You smiled, sitting Tilly down and placing baby Lottie in her arms. “You’re the best big sister, aren’t you?”

“Mmmhmm,” Tilly agreed, as Harry was still helping her to support Lottie’s tiny head. “Best,”

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“Come back here, you rascal,” Harry laughed, as Tilly giggled loudly, frantically running around the kitchen, almost tripping over the pink dress which was slightly too long for her. “Daddy still needs to take the picture!”

You had put Lottie in the new bouncer that you had bought specifically, which was different to Tilly’s old one in that it had even more different settings, which you and Harry were both struggling to figure out how to use. Although Lottie didn’t seem to mind your struggles- she was still fast asleep, even when you had accidentally set the thing to its maximum speed, which Tilly seemed to find incredibly amusing.

“Let Daddy take your picture and you can have one of the biscuits that you made with Nanny Anne,”

Tilly immediately slowed down and rushed towards you, holding her hands out.

“Mmm-mmm, picture first please Miss Styles,” Harry scoffed, herding her gently towards the bouncer where Lottie was still sleeping, her tiny chest rising and falling slowly. “Say cheese!”

Tilly giggled again, fiddling with the buttons on her dress, before looking up at him again and laughing.

“That’s good, baby,” He smiled, scrolling through the photos on his phone. He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek before kissing her on the forehead. “You look so pretty, but you always look pretty, don’t you?”

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baby daddy Harry won my poll a few weeks ago but I wanted to change it up a bit! thank you to my best friend for this prompt <3

if you’d like to read the other stories in my slipping through my finger series, I have linked them here…

I am still accepting requests!

thanks for the support everyone and have an amazing week <3

#harry styles #dadrry #harry styles dad #harry styles fanfiction #stmf #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot

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junipersmunkey · 2 years ago

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DomTransregulus ¹⁸⁺

|Fighting For Dominance|

DomRegulus, TransRegulus, tribbing, male moans, overstimulation, rough sex, hair pulling, eating out (fem recieving),

PART 1

The air was moist and the sun was pelting down on the skin of the two pure bloods. Your tension over the summer had been deafening. With the Black family exclusion of Sirius staying over the summer in a French country home or rather mansion. Regulus had spent his early days fantasizing about the house owner’s daughter. Pretending to indulge in his book well but truly watching you sunbathe.

He never thought his daydreams and wet dreams of you would lead to anything. His idea was further confirmed when you would bring him to the French youth version of parties. He would watch you have intense make out sessions with the most masculine men, though never bringing them home or into a separate room. The farthest you would go with any of them was public humping and faint hickeys.

You had asked him to follow you to your room moments before, mentioning a book you couldn’t reach from her high shelf, asking if he could help you. Liar . The two of you entered his room and walked to the book shelf.

“Which one?” He turned his head to look at you.

“Need anything else?” He asked. You were both seducing one and other, both flustered, blushing, but challenging the at the same time.

“Regulus.” When you spoke it sounded like you were a millimeter away from his ear whispering so loudly.

“Yeah…”

“You wanna kiss me?” It wasn’t really a question. You already knew the answer just telling him to do it.

He didn’t need to give an answer in words, just leaning down to connect you lips. Both of you fighting for dominance over one another. It was sloppy and harsh, almost painful but it felt so good.

His hands were on your face and your hair pulling and holding you tightly. Yours fisted in his billowy shirt already half buttoned down.

Pushing him back till he fell onto your bed. Climbing on top of him leaving his lips unwillingly, watching him beneath you. Breathing heavily, grabbing his jaw squeezing roughly.

“I see you watching me… constantly”

Regulus squinted his eyes. God this was too hot. But he couldn’t let you win. Grabbing your naked waist and flipping you over like a rag doll so he’s on top of you. Giving a half assed slap to your cheek. “Shut up, you like it.”

Your lips connect again the same harshness only it’s obvious who’s winning now. Regulus. Your hands traveled down to his tummy to his happy trail, teasing the lining of his swim trunks.

Regulus stopped kissing resting his forehead against yours, his eyebrows creasing in frustration closing his eyes. “I don't- I am not- You-”

“Regulus” Forcing him to open his eyes.

“I. want. All. of. You.” A pause, a moment to breathe, understand. And then there was no easing in and it had started again full speed.

He gave you one more harsh kiss on the lips grabbing your wrists and pulling them level with your head pinning them painfully to the bed. His kisses moved further down from your jaw, to your neck, then chest, stomach, before laying his chin onto your swimsuit bottoms looking up at you with his hooded eyes.

His hands coming off your wrist but never leaving your body, just sliding down till he met your love handles. And the second your hands were freed finding home in his hair. With a slight tug down was enough confirmation for him to continue.

Your legs already spread enough room for him to nestle his head further. He presses a bite to your inner thigh before moving his jaw to work on sucking you through your bikini bottoms.

Finally letting up and twisting each of his fingers around the strings of your bikini pulling it down. Throwing it across the room. He pressed his nose right up against your clit, rubbing it up and down.

You pull his hair harder, your legs impulsive clenching around him causing him to groan into you his hot breath against your skin. Your legs kick around at his motions. He looks up at you for a moment, his eyes filled with lust before yanking you forward by your ass. Your legs being moved, you lay on his shoulders. The balls of your feet digging into his shoulder blades.

He's not slow to start. His tongue plugging into you right away, his nose only pressing into your clit harsher. Your moans only encourage him more moving to suck messily at your folds. His mouth seals over your clit suctioning on it and sucking hard. His tongue drubbing instistent patterns against it.

You are squeezing his face tightly. You’re so close, thighs trembling. He keeps going faster, a little nip with his teeth on your clit is what does it. Your orgasm continues long as he won’t let up. The tracing circles on your clit with the point of his tongue and slurping up your juices. Pussydrunk on your taste.

He finally lets up when you give his hair one more painful tug away. His curls messy and tangled his lips, jaw, and nose wet with you.

Part two soon.

Requests are open!

#marauders smut #regulus black #regulus black smut #harry potter smut #remus lupin smut #smut #hp smut #marauders era #marauders #regulus black x reader #trans regulus #oneshot #dead gay wizards #sirius black

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rebelwhump · 9 months ago

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Bathtub: Part 2

Part 1

CW: emeto

“Jazz, what’s…oh shit!” Alice exclaimed, throwing the door open and stepping inside. “Are you okay? What the fuck happened?”

Alice couldn’t answer, too distraught and embarrassed about what had just transpired. Her face was wet with tears as she stopped gagging and started to sob.

“Hey, you’re alright. I’m gonna help you, okay?” Alice knelt down next to the tub, careful to avoid the puddle of sick that had sloshed over the edge.

Jasmine brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. “I…w-want my…want b-brett.”

“I know, babes. Let’s get you out of the tub,” Alice said, looking down at the yellowish vomit floating on the water's surface. “Uh, can you open the drain? Then we can rinse you off.” Although puke didn’t really bother her, she would rather avoid having to stick her arm in that water.

“M’sorry. This is s-so gross,” Jasmine cried while submerging her hand to search for the drain and pulled the plug. Slowly, the water receded, leaving chunks of vomit that were too big to fit down the drain. Alice grimaced.

“It’s fine,” she said - not denying the fact that it was, indeed, gross - “Let’s just get you out and dressed.” She helped her friend stand in the tub while turning on the shower head to rinse her off. Being roommates for years, they had seen each other naked or in various states of undress before, but this was a particularly vulnerable moment. Alice averted her eyes as much as possible to allow her some semblance of privacy.

A sudden gag brought Alice’s sky blue eyes back up to meet Jasmine’s rich dark brown ones. They conveyed an overwhelming sense of fear and humiliation. Jasmine slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling a thick belch.

“Don’t fight it. You’re already in the tub, might as well let it out.” Alice could see her struggling to hold it in. A strong thump on her back had Jasmine burping up a stream of vomit into the bath. She struggled to catch her breath, more tears streaming down her face. “You good?”

Although she wasn’t sure she was completely empty, she let Alice wrap her in a turquoise towel and guide her out of the tub to sit on the lid of the toilet. “I wanna die,” she whimpered, hugging her tender tummy.

Limp as a rag doll, Alice struggled to help her friend dress and comb her unnaturally long hair. They stumbled into Jasmine's bedroom together, as she was too dizzy to make the walk there unassisted. She collapsed onto the bed, now wearing a pair of loose fitting blue sweats and a thin white t-shirt. Curling up, she grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her middle.

“My tummy hurts and I feel so sick and I just want Brett, but he won’t text me back because I’m a terrible girlfriend and I’m too much and…”

“Woah, slow down there,” Alice interrupted. Her friend was spiraling, and she cringed at how pitiful she sounded. “Look, I’ll call your boy toy, okay? Just lay here and try not to puke again.”

Out in the living room, Alice pulled out Jasmine’s phone and scrolled through her contacts before coming across Brett’s name with a bunch of heart emojis after it. It rang and rang before going to voicemail, which was full. She tried calling again and finally someone answered the phone.

“Hello?” The voice was deep and smooth.

“Brett? This is Alice, Jasmine's roommate.”

“Brett’s not able to come to the phone right now. I’m his brother, Paul.”

Why the fuck was his brother answering his phone? Alice thought. “Do you normally go around answering other people's phones?”

“What do you…” she cut him off.

“Nevermind. Look, I need to speak with Brett. It’s about his girlfriend. She’s really sick.”

“If it’s a stomach bug, she most likely caught it from my brother. He’s been laid up for days and just fell asleep…I’m actually in the middle of something, but I’ll tell him you called when he wakes up,” Paul said before promptly ending the call.

Alice scoffed and headed back into the bedroom. Jasmine was still curled up with a pillow, sniffling pitifully. “Looks like your boyfriend was patient zero. Sounds like he’s not gonna be able to come over Jazz. I’m sorry.”

Jasmine lifted her head, eyes wide. “You talked to him?

“No, his brother. What a dick,” she exclaimed.

“Paul?” She sounded surprised. “He’s always been nice to me.” A burp slipped past her lips and she grimaced at the sour taste that lingered on her tongue.

“Yeah, well, he said Brett’s asleep but that he’d let him know we called.” Alice went about setting up the room to get Jasmine ready for the night. She replaced the half-full plastic bag that lined the small waste bin, setting it next to the bed. A bottle of aspirin and a glass of water were put within reach on the nightstand. “Need anything else?”

“No,” Jasmine whispered, her voice hoarse from puking. Alice rubbed her arm before heading back out into the living room, leaving the door open a crack in case she called for her.

The night was pretty uneventful after that - Jasmine slept while Alice played Horizon Zero Dawn on her PlayStation. Until around 1am, when there was a knock at the door. Alice looked through the peephole to find Brett standing on the other side. She opened the door to reveal a disheveled man with a head of messy brown curls, wearing Nike shorts and a pair of black slides.

“Where is she?” Brett said urgently, pushing his way past Alice in the doorway.

“Come on in, why don’t you.” She rolled her eyes. “Jazz is sleeping. Which is what I thought you were doing? You look like you could use it.”

Brett stumbled into the kitchen, waving Alice off. “I’m fine. How is she?” A part of her was jealous that her friend had someone who cared for her enough to show up in the middle of the night, clearly still sick himself, just to check on his girlfriend.

“After pulling an exorcist in the bathtub, I got her into bed and she knocked the fuck out shortly after,” Alice explained, pulling out a chair from their dining room table. “Here. Sit down before you keel over. You look like shit.”

“Gee, thanks,” Brett rolled his eyes, but followed her suggestion and sat down anyway. He was still feeling drained and a little woozy from his own bout with the stomach flu.

A glass of water was pushed into his hand, urging him to drink. He definitely needed it. He was so dehydrated after being unable to keep down fluids for over a day. Brett greedily slurped it down before letting out a relieved sigh. Alice raised an eyebrow and refilled the glass for him, but he suddenly realized that all that water was sitting quite heavily in his belly. He rubbed his stomach and let out a small wet burp.

“You okay?” Alice asked. In response, Brett nodded but kept his mouth closed as he swallowed down another burp. The thought of grabbing a bowl or trash can crossed Alice’s mind, but was quickly dismissed when they heard retching coming from the other room.

The two of them appeared in the doorway to find Jasmine’s shadowed figure hunched over the bin that was now on the bed, between her legs. Alice turned on her bedside lamp while Brett crawled onto the mattress and held the hair back from his girlfriend's face while she continued to heave. When Jasmine finally opened her eyes, her mouth dropped at the sight of her partner in bed with her.

“W-what are you doing here?” She asked weakly, arms still wrapped around the small trash can filled with vomit.

“My brother told me you were sick. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner, baby,” he replied, gently rubbing her back. Tears filled her eyes as she nuzzled up to him, burying her face in his neck. Alice was quick to grab the sick bin before she knocked it over and went to the bathroom to replace the plastic bag liner.

“I-I t-thought you were m-mad at m-me,” Jasmine sobbed into his shoulder. His heart broke at her confession.

“Oh babe, no. I’m not mad at you. Not at all!” Brett assured her.

“But y-you didn’t an-answer my texts.” She muffled a sickly little burp into his now damp shirt.

“I’m so so sorry. I’ve been really sick, baby. The last couple days have been a total blur.” He continued to rub her back while she curled up in his lap. “I’m gonna…make it up to you though,” he paused, swallowing hard. There was a lump in his throat and the water he slurped down was sloshing uncomfortably in his belly. Jasmine’s ear was pressed to his tummy and she could hear the upset gurgles and whines.

“Are you okay?” She asked nervously, sitting up to get a good look at her boyfriend's face. He was pale and a little shaky, his lips pressed together in a thin line. He swallowed convulsively, throat bobbing, before moving quickly off the bed and out of the room. He barely made it to the bathroom before the water came rushing up and he dove for the sink.

Alice was still in the bathroom, cleaning out the waste bin in the tub after discovering an unfortunate hole in the plastic bag. “What the fuck!?” Brett was panting over the sink, one hand bracing himself on the counter, while the other was clutching his stomach.

“Oh god…m’ sorry,” he mumbled as he wiped his chin with his sleeve. Alice walked over and placed a hand on his back, waiting for him to finish.

“Alright, let’s get you back to bed with the other sickie.” She escorted him back to the room and he crawled into bed next to his girlfriend who was sitting up with a worried expression on her face.

“I’m fine, babe. I guess my stomach’s still a little sensitive,” he explained while gently patting his tummy. “Sorry.” Brett’s eyes were apologetic. He felt bad because he went there with the intention of taking care of his girlfriend and ended up getting sick himself. He knew how she reacted to puking and he was scared that he’d trigger a panic attack. However, she surprised him by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Jasmine said softly. They melted into each other's touch, getting comfortable on the bed.

Alice brought in another trash can and glass of water to set on Brett’s side of the bed. “You two get some rest. Just holler if you need me…and try not to puke on anything.”

Brett rolled his eyes and Jasmine’s already flushed cheeks deepened in color. “How’s your tummy?” He asked.

“Uhm…not so good,” she replied sheepishly.

“Would you like me to rub it?” Jasmine froze at the thought of him touching her stomach when it was this upset. It made her uncomfortable, but she also desperately wanted relief from the crampy sensation in her gut. Deciding to let him comfort her, she nodded and he reached his hand under her top to palm her bloated belly. Gently, he began massaging her upper abdomen, slowly moving down past her belly button. “Is this okay?”

“Ye-URRP.” She was cut off by a loud belch that was dislodged when he pressed on a pocket of gas in her tummy. Smothering her face into his thigh, she let out a whine. “Oh my god. I’m sorry. That’s so gross.”

Brett chuckled and ran his fingers through her shiny black hair. “Baby, don’t worry about it. You’re never gross. Do you feel better now?”

“Yeah, a little,” she admitted, feeling slightly less bloated.

“Good.” He continued with the belly rub, coaxing up a couple more burps, and once again, Jasmine hid her face in embarrassment. They stayed like that for almost an hour until Jasmine’s eyelids grew heavy and she relaxed enough to fall asleep. Shortly after, Brett did too, his arms still wrapped around her small frame.

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