#I'm back to not being able to hold a pair of fucking scissors

[incorrectinfinity]

When the delusions

[wondernus]

— WHY HIM?

SYNOPSIS: armed and ready at 4am, you approach your locked front door to confront the group of loud strangers trying to break into your apartment

PAIRING: fiancé!lsm x reader

GENRE: fluff, humor

TAGS: food mention, inebriated characters, post-bachelor party, brother!hvc

WC: 1.75k

MESSAGE FROM NU: hii long time no see :3 posting a dk oneshot to let you know i'm procrastinating on my final paper draft by drafting a hefty dk soulmate au i've been thinking about writing for a while. also dedicating this fic to @wongyuseokie the la to my ma

A perfectly peaceful Friday night goes to waste when you shoot up from your bed in a panicked state. It’s not the usual cat wanting to leave your room at five in the morning kind of scratching sound that lures you to open your bedroom door in a half-awake state. Instead, shuffling sounds out front and an insistent metal-to-metal sound, which you can only infer as someone trying to break into your apartment, cause you to become extremely vigilant.

Seokmin isn’t picking up his phone, but you keep his line ringing just in case he does. Doubtful that a pair of scissors can do as much damage to the head as a giant wok can, you head into the kitchen to pick up that giant carbon steel wok that you can never seem to fit into any of your kitchen drawers as a form of physical backup before you quietly approach your front door.

However, the fear that once overwhelms your body soon turns into a sigh of exasperation before you can even position yourself to look through the tiny peephole. You can clearly hear the familiar voices on the other side of the door and match each voice to its respective owner. Feeling relieved, you drop the wok on the cubby by the door and hang up the phone.

“Look, I opened it,” the man who was trying to open your door slurs with a dopey smile on his face. He doesn’t seem like he’s talking to anybody in particular. “I’m a fucking genius.”

Almost immediately after that statement, he falls forward and faceplants a couple centimeters away from your indoor slippers. Slumped to the side of his face is his hand that holds a small metal keychain between the thumb and index fingers. It’s a souvenir nameplate keychain from a family trip to another country a few years back whose design reads “Vernon” in all caps. You realize that the man near your feet didn’t even try opening the door with the key.

The actual owner of the set of keys lies on his left side while his entire body is propped against the bushes in front of your place. His legs are still surprisingly in a crisscross position, but you think it’s because his jeans restrict him from being able to unravel from the position. And when you see earbuds plugged up your brother’s nose while his mouth acts as some sort of impromptu speaker for whatever song he has playing through his earbuds, you consider the option of leaving him outside for the rest of the night. What’s even worse is that Joshua, although a little out of it, sits next to his younger friend and bobs his head to the music while lethargically reaching into his brown paper bag on his lap to grab some greasy fries. You think your brother is asleep, but you don’t know if him becoming a speaker happened pre-knocking out or post-knocking out.

“Do I want to ask why you guys are trying to break into my place at 4 a.m. in the morning or should I be concerned that only half of you guys are here?”

“Actually.” the man underneath you groans while he slowly gathers enough strength to sit upright. There is a nasty red mark on the side of his face that he doesn’t seem to know of and mind. “Saying ‘4 a.m. in the morning’ is redundant.” He points at nobody in particular with the same hand holding your brother’s set of keys and stares past your calves.

“Since you’re sober enough to be smart with me, I need your help dragging Vern and Shua into my place before the neighbors wake up and call neighborhood watch,” you gruff before stepping out of your house slippers into the sandals you keep near the door.

It turns out that there are more people scattered about the front of your place.

There is a car parallel parked against the sidewalk with what looks like two people in the car. Someone picks themself off the small grassy lawn on the other side of the bushes and trudges towards the car while pinching their temple.

Wonwoo nods at you when he passes by looking completely sober. Yet, for somebody who usually looks well-put-together, his hair is a mess while the top few buttons of his dress shirt are unbuttoned…no, missing. What remains are the threads that once attached the buttons to the dress shirt. You notice that he grips three different neckties in his hand but still his loose around his neck. Nevertheless, Wonwoo kicks off his dress shoes, steps over Jeonghan, enters your front door without saying a word, and knocks out on your sofa before his legs can make it onto the cushions.

You turn back to your brother. Joshua wipes his fingers on his pants before he squats on the other side of Vernon to help him up.

“Up,” you tell the both of them.

“I can’t breathe,” Vernon whines while allowing the both of you to help him stand. “My nose isn’t working.”

You sigh and yank the wired earbuds by their cords and out of his nostrils and let them drop before the older man helps his friend into your place. Bending down to grab the bag of fries that Joshua forgot, you see a disturbing amount of hair poking through the crevices of the leafy bush. Someone was dumb enough to black out in the bushes and you can’t tell who it is even after peering over the bush to look at the other half of the body.

“Jeonghan,” you hiss at the man who is trying to discreetly walk back to the car.

He looks back at you and mouths “what” while shrugging his shoulders.

You point at the head in the bush.

“It's Jihoon,” he snorts. He takes the paper bag from your hand and walks back to drop it in the wok that you put to the side before walking back to you. “I think he was supposed to give Vernon his keys but tripped and never got back up. Come to the car with me.”

“Why are you guys here?” you whispered. “I thought that you guys had the entire night planned out.”

“We had the entire night planned out. But then DK started crying and we had to end it early because he wouldn’t stop crying. And then all of us sobered up to try to help him but then it just worsened, so we drove here to get you to get him to stop crying. Some of us couldn’t deal with not being able to solve his problem and just started drinking again.”

“Is that why Jihoon is in the bushes?”

“Well, he never was the patient type,” he hums.

A quick look into the car immediately gets you to understand why someone like Jihoon would end up so drunk that he would dive headfirst into some bushes.

There are dozens of used tissues balled up and overflowing in the tiny hanging trashcan attached to the back of the passenger seat in Wonwoo’s car. There are a few in the laps of the two men sobbing next to each other in the backseats, and you make a mental note to help Wonwoo sanitize the inside of his car before he drives away in the afternoon. Seungcheol releases Seokmin’s seatbelt and looks at you with an apologetic smile on his face.

In all of the years you’ve come to know Seokmin, you have never seen his eyes this puffy.

“Sorry for showing up at your place unannounced. That must have scared you. There was a lot going on,” Seungcheol murmurs to you while giving you a quick hug. “We were making toasts to his future during the party until Vernon made a comment.”

“What did he say?” you asked him, shocked that your brother could even make a comment that would bring your fiancé to such a state.

“It wasn’t bad.” Seungcheol stepped aside from the open car door to let you squat next to your lover. “He just congratulated you on getting married but this dumbass took it the wrong way because he didn't mention Donkey Kong over here in the sentence and thinks you’re getting married to someone else.”

“Someone else!” Seokmin chokes out in a sob while slumped over on Soonyoung’s shoulder. “Why him? Why not me?”

You grab a tissue from the tissue box on the center console and dab at your future husband’s face. The traces of his tears wet the thin paper, and you can feel the heat of his skin through the tissue. With the same hand, you push the bangs stuck to his forehead and his eyelids to the side. You don’t mind that he doesn’t seem to know that you’re there taking care of him.

“Aww baby,” you coo. “I’ll get married to you, don’t worry.”

The familiarity of your comfort seems to lure your fiancé to sleep. A little further from you, Soonyoung continues to sniffle while his eyes are closed. You turn to Seungcheol and Jeonghan with your mouth open and eyebrows scrunched together.

“He’s a drunk crier…” Jeonghan’s words doesn’t leave you guessing anything. “And also Minghao opened his mouth during the bachelor party.” He scratches the back of his head as a sign of stress and embarrassment before looking at Seungcheol and cocking his head at the two knocked out in the car.

Jeonghan has the easier job of coaxing Soonyoung awake to walk him into your place. Seungcheol, on the other hand, takes it upon himself to swing the entire weight of your limp boyfriend like a large sack of rice over his shoulder.

“Do you need me to help with anything?” you ask him.

You don’t know what time it is anymore. The sky is getting brighter, and the temperature is warming up. Your partner looks finally peaceful in his sleep.

“Nah.” Seungcheol softly brushes your request aside. “We’ve already caused enough trouble for you.”

“I feel like I should be the one apologizing,” you joke while trailing behind Seungcheol just in case he needed any help readjusting the body.

“You don’t have to apologize for him.” His words are sincere. “He loves you, you know. He cried his heart out just because he loves you. There’s nothing to apologize for. To be loved is to be cared for. Go back to bed, we’ll probably wake up around dinner time.”

“Do you think anybody grabbed Jihoon?”

[redr0sewrites]

First Time...

filthy filthy filthy thoughts i can't get out of my head so here they are

🥀Cw: smut, dom!lute, fem!reader, praise, oral sex, body worship, scissoring, established relationship

🥀Pairing(s): Lute x fem!reader

🥀minors dni

"lute..." you gasped as your back hit the wall, her athletic stature pinning you. you can still hear the party music humming in the background as lute held you against the wall of your shared bedroom. throughout the entire party you had both hosted you'd been forced to be separate from eachother as you dealt with guests. lingering touches and meaningful looks were all you had seen of your girlfriend all night, yet it seemed the tension had come to boiling point.

you're face flushes as your eyes met her amber ones, she was so close you could feel the heat from her body enveloping you. a soft, electric tug in your core ignites like a flame as lute took another step forward. "are you sure..." you whisper, careful not to break the boiling tension between you two. "i've never been with a woman before, i'm probably not very good...." lute scoffed, leaning in so tantalizingly close. your eyes trailed down to her soft lips, mesmerized by the smooth planes of her pale face. her brow quirks in amusement when she notices you staring and you can feel even more heat travel to your face. lute leans in, so close that you can feel her breath tickle your neck. she's electric, practically humming with lust and tension.

you can feel your own arousal soaking your panties, and while you would normally be embarrassed about getting so aroused from such simple movements, this was no normal situation. lute whispers in your ear, each syllable so seductive and sinful that your stomach tightens. "you truly think i care about that, doll?" lute purrs, her hands slowly coming to rest on your hips. "unless you don't want too..." her tone is sultry, almost pleading as she looks into your eyes for confirmation. your throat seems to clamp up, your senses buzzing with her scent, her touch, fuck, you could barely imagine how she would taste.

"lute... kiss me, please," you plead, grabbing her collar and pulling her impossibly closer. her body flushes against yours and your chests collide as her knee slips between your legs. you let out a small whine as your sensitive breasts rub against hers, and she smirks. lute's kisses are like a storm, wild and wonderful and seductive in an alluring of lust and emotion. her hand travels up from your hips to hold your face as her plush lips capture yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth as you gasp.

"you're so beautiful," lute murmurs, her soft lips swallowing yours while she held your jaw in a firm grip. her thigh presses against the aching heat between your legs and you grind down instinctively as lust blurs your senses. a strained moan slips past your lips and lute gives your hips an appreciative squeeze while her skilled tongue explored your mouth. lute had kissed you before, she had memorized everything about you and every way to pleasure you, and was sure that you weren't a virgin. yet, you were so tentative about not being able to please her. she intended on showing you just how much she truly desired you.

suddenly, lute pulls away, a warmth flushing her cheeks as she admires you. her gaze pauses on your kiss-bruised lips, and then travels to your flushed cheeks and needy expression. "how the tables have turned," you chuckle, and she rolls her eyes affectionately. "bed?" the question is seemingly simple, yet you know she's offering you another way out. you could refuse, you could always deny her, and yet why would you? throughout your entire relationship, she always gave you the opportunity to say "no", from your first kiss to now, your first time. the act of respect only made you want to say yes even more. "bed," you agree, and she smirks. "thats my girl". like an animal unleashed, her lips capture yours again, yet this time she holds less restraint. one of lute's hands tangles in your hair, the other groping your ass as she pulls you over to the bed. a stifled whimper is swallowed by her lips when you both crash onto the mattress, your kiss a heated mess of teeth and tongue as she easily dominates you. lute moves to straddle you, her thighs caging you in as one of her hands cups your cheek. she doesn't pull away from the kiss as she slowly begins to toy with the hem of your shirt.

"can i take this off?" lute rasps, her lips just barely ghosting yours as a thin trail of spit connects you both. you nod eagerly, too needy for words as she peels your top off of you. a few beats of silence follow as lute stares at you in shock, and now it's your turn to smirk. "do you like it? i picked it out just for you. don't think you're the only one who was looking for something more tonight..." lute stares at the lacy lingerie, mesmerized by the way your breasts almsot spilled out of the thin white fabric. you looked like a goddess, and the erotic clothing accentuated your features and left little to the imagination. "i fucking love it," she groans, tugging down your waistline to reveal a matching set of lacy panties. "fuck", she cursed, her hands ghosting over your sides, unsure of where to touch first. "you're so gorgeous baby. so good f'me". lute's hands settle on your hips, rubbing soothing circles onto your flushed skin, slow and teasing as she kisses you again.

her lips trail down to your jaw, peppering your face with kisses as she moves towards your neck. you gasp as her lips graze over a sensitive spot, and she pauses, her warm breath against your neck was downright intoxicating. the sensation made your cunt throb as your thighs squeeze together, longing for stimulation. lute continues her assault on your neck, sucking a deep hickey just below your pulse point. you whine, throwing your head back to give her better access. she continues down to your collarbone, sucking another hickey, this one rougher and darker. you gasp, squirming slightly while she presses a gentle kiss over the forming bruise. her lips trail even lower between the valley of your breasts, and she nips at the soft flesh. you whimper as her hands trail up your sides, coming to rest over your tits as she gently gropes the sensitive skin. she pinches your hardened nipple through the fabric and you mewl, your back arching off the bed. with a skillful hand, lute reaches behind your back and unclips your bra, removing it in seconds as you squirm beneath her.

"fuck, thats so hot," you whine as she tosses your bra aside. lute doesn't reply, letting her actions speak for themselves. she nips at your soft skin, her mouth latching onto your nipple and sucking while her free hand plays with your other breast. her teeth graze the sensitive bud, her tongue swirling over your chest as you writhe from pleasure. she continues to grope at the other breast, giving it equal attention as she pinches your hardened nipple. the ache in your cunt was growing unbearable as you struggled to keep your composure, but you couldn't help but buck your hips up against hers. your thighs were clenching as your clit throbbed, desperate for any attention, yet it wasn't enough. "lute.." you whisper her name, gently pulling her head away from your chest. "please... i need you.." lute's eyes meet yours, her gaze electric and exhilarating. "aw, my angel needs me? what do you need baby?" you pout, embarrassment preventing you from saying what you wish. lute crawls up higher, her hips dragging over yours and making you gasp from the friction. with two fingers she grabs your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. "use your words, baby". you're cheeks flush at her commanding tone, and you whisper, "i want you to touch me."

"i'm already touching you baby, you're gonna have to be more specific," lute teases, her eyes dark with lust. you pout, whining as she holds you still. "you- you know what i mean!" you whimper, nearly begging her to touch you. lute chuckles and you sigh, her gaze dropping down to admire your body as she lets go of your face. "why don't you show me, hmm baby? just take my hand an' show me where," she cooed, using a childish tone as your cheeks heat. slowly, you grab her hand, trailing it lower down your body to your aching core. lute follows the movement carefully, her sharp eyes admiring every inch of your body. your underwear is soaked, and the sheer fabric gives lute a perfect view of your pussy. "you want me to touch you here?" lute meets your gaze, her long, thin fingers rubbing ever so slightly over the soaked fabric. you nod fervently, the slight stimulation making your hips buck. "stay still," she commands, her eyes not leaving yours for a second, "or i'll stop". you immediately freeze, holding your breath as she slides down to lay between your legs.

lute spreads your thighs, admiring your glistening heat through your pretty lacy panties. you can feel her breath against your inner thigh as she just stares intently. its a battle of wits, who will give in to their desires first. you tremble as her hand makes its way up your thigh, reaching your aching cunt. "you want me t' touch this pretty pussy?" lute coos, toying with you as she tugged the hem of your panties down. "yes lute- f-fuck-" you moan softly as the cold air meets your aching heat, and lute runs a finger over your folds. she trails up to your clit, slowly circling over your pearl as she played with your drooly pussy with her other hand. she spread your glistening folds, watching your cunt flutter with each circle over your clit. leaning in, she licked a stripe up your soaked cunt, and your whole body shudders at her skill. "you taste wonderful..." she purrs, her stare bearing into your soaking heat with a carnal desire. "i could just devour you."

you whimper, thighs already trembling as you struggle to stay still. your mind is fuzzy with lust, and lute teases your entrance with a finger. you were already so wet, you didn't know if you could take much more. lute's finger slips inside your heat and you gasp, the stimulation making you squirm slightly. lute pauses, letting you adjust to the slight stretch before curling her finger, watching your expression intently as she continues to play with you. soon she adds in a second finger, giving you a few seconds of preparation before she begins to curl her fingers and reach that sweet spot inside you. her other hand moves to circle your clit, your gushing pussy soaking her fingers as your thighs quiver.

"fuck babe, you're so wet," she mumbles, leaning into clean up some of the mess. her fingers thrust into your cunt as soft, sloppy noises fill the room. lute leans in to suck on your puffy clit, her tongue swirling over the needy bud as you writhe from pleasure. you can already feel the coil in your abdomen tightening as your orgasm build, and your eyes roll back as she slips in a third finger. "ff-fuck-ngh- lute 'm gonna-" your thighs clamp down around her head and she uses her free hand to spread them again.

"c'mon baby, you can cum," she whispers against your pussy, her nose nudging your clit as she licks your folds sloppily. her fingers curl deeper inside your gummy walls and your mouth opens in a silent scream as a wave of euphoria washes over you. all you can do is babble her name in between broken moans as your mind goes blissfully blank, and lute continues fucking you through your high. "thats my girl, you're doing so good f'me, c'mon," she whispers, rubbing your shaky inner thigh as you tremble and keen from pleasure. your drooly pussy gushes, squirting over your lover's face as she laps up your slick. slowly you begin to calm down, gasping for breath as lute continues to gently lick and suck at your clit. looking down at her soaked face and your dripping thighs, your eyes widen at the realization. "i didn't know you were a squirter," lute teased, licking your juices of her lips. "fuck, thats so hot", you whine, turning away as she chuckles again. "c'mon baby, lets get you all cleaned up," she coos, rising out of the bed to presumably get something to start cleaning.

"what about you?" you ask, and she turns to you. "don't worry about me darling, i'll survive," she chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "your pleasure is enough for me". you pout, dissatisfied with her answer. "what kind of girlfriend would i be if you didn't even come on out first time together? 'm not tired, i can take another round," you plead, and lute's mouth twitches. "are you sure?" her eyes are wide with list, yet you can tell she's holding back, for your sake. you nod eagerly, pulling her onto the bed. you trail your hands over her wings, making her shudder as you tug on the hem of her shirt.

"may i?" lute nods, and you toss the shirt to the side. shes wearing a plain sports bra, and the top of her boxers are visible under her pants. "you're so hot" you repeat for what must bw the umpteenth time that night. you marvel at her sculpted figure, and trail your hands down her sculpted abs to her waistline. "go on," she mutters, and you giggle at her eagerness. "patience is a virtue~" you reply snarkily. you make quick work of her undergarments and bra, until your both completely bare. you can already feel wetness forming between your thighs, and from the way lute is squirming, she isn't as satisfied as she claims. you grab her smaller waist, moving her to straddle you again. her legs slot in perfectly over yours and her glossy pussy grinds against you. a soft whine slipspast her lips and you shudder at the friction.

"c'mon," you whisper, grinding upwards against her cunt. "jus' like that," your voice slurs, the soft, sloppy sounds of both of your cunts grinding together fills the room as lute clingw to you. her hips jerk with each thrust, her clit rubbing against yours as she whimpered. "f-fuck-" she gasps, hands grabbing your hips to steady herself. "fuck, 'm already close," she hisses, and you nod, too breathless for words. her needy cunt pulses, her puffy clit grinding against yours which each grind as her movements become more sporadic. you have a perfect view of her tits, watching as they bounce in time with each roll of her hips. you can feel your release building in your stomach, and lute pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. her tongue slides into your mouth with ease as she continues grinding against you, her folds fluttering as your slick mixes together.

"m' gonna-" she whines, tucking her head into the crook of your neck as her cunt spasms and she shudders. "me too baby," you gasp, rutting up against her a fee more times before your orgasm washes over you. a wave of pure euphoria swallows you up, engulfing you in a torrent of pleasure as you come fast and hard. lute moans into your ear, panting and gasping for breathas she collapses against you. you fall back against the bed, your legs tangled up with hers as you gently run your hands over her wings and back as she calms down. she nuzzles into the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around her while you lay on your back.

"you okay?" you whisper, and she nods, pressing a kiss to your neck. "yea, fuck that was good," she mumbles, lazily tracing a finger up and down your arm. you giggle, lost in your pre-orgasmic daze and she joins you, soft laughter filling the silent room. "whats so funny?" she asks, her eyes crinkling into a soft smile as she turns to look at you. her hair is tussled, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen and pink. in your eyes, she's never looked more beautiful. "nothing," you whisper, leaning in to kiss her again. "i'm just so lucky to have you." lute sighs, pressing her forehead against yours, cherishing the moment together. "me too," she whispers, followed by a beat of silence. with a sigh, she moves to get up, yet you pull her back down. "five more minutes?" you whisper, and she sighs. how could she ever deny you? she curls back into your embrace, knowing damn well you both won't be getting up until tomorrow morning.

yes i just wrote 2812 words of pure lesbian smut what about it 😇

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Chapter 14- Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Summary: You and Javi celebrate your first Christmas together in Laredo

Word Count: 11.3K (could be worse?)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), oral (f receiving), face sitting (awh hell yes), creampie, praise kink, breeding kink, mentions of food/eating, mentions of grief/death (but it's sweet), children being assholes (I'm a teacher, I'm allowed to say it), our favorite idiots Carter and Miller making a brief appearance (I missed them), Javi being so sweet with kids (this does deserve a warning, I'm sorry) Javi being so kind, patient, thoughtful, amazing UGH he is too good for this earth 🥹😩

A/N: Thank you for your patience as I finally get this chapter done! Life has been absolutely crazy these past two weeks, so I'm hoping now that things have settled down, I can get back to working on chapters at a more regular schedule 🥴 If you're a Christmas girlie (gender neutral) like me, this chapter is for you, because even though it's only October, I really can't help myself (and like these two idiots celebrating Christmas together for the first time?! C'mon 🥺)

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“So you’re leaving early today to do arts and crafts? That’s a new one.” Agent Miller snickered, leaning over his desk to slap his partner, Agent Carter, in amusement as they watched their boss begin to organize his desk and pack up his briefcase, already rolling his eyes in annoyance at the grief he was about to get from his co-workers for his early departure. 

“I’m not the one doing the arts and crafts. I’m just going into her class to help, you idiot.” Javi sighed, glaring at Miller as he finished sorting the rest of his paperwork piles. 

Last week, you had asked Javi if he would be able to come into your classroom one afternoon when he wasn't busy, to help with the project you were planning for your students to give to their parents as a Christmas gift before they left for winter break. You had quickly realized that for the sake of your sanity,  what you had planned was nowhere near a one man job, and because it was a surprise gift for their families, you didn’t want to ask any parents to come into help. Javi had happily accepted, even with your adamant warnings of the case of Christmas Crazies your class had with only days left before winter break. 

“…. To help do arts and crafts. Just callin’ a spade a spade here, Peña. Does that mean we’re gonna start having craft time here, too?” Miller and Carter chuckled to themselves, smirking at Javi, now slinging his briefcase over his shoulder, making his way out of his office. 

“Listen, Miller. Give Peña all the shit you want, but I would way rather be cutting and gluing shit and throwing fist fulls of glitter in the air than working on these fucking reports.” Carter huffed, waving the file folder Miller was supposed to be working on in his face before throwing it back down on his desk. 

“Fair enough.” 

“I wouldn’t trust you dumbasses with scissors and glue if my life depended on it.” Javi groaned, raising an eyebrow at the pair before picking up one of the finished reports off of Carter’s desk, using it to point at the two on his way out. “These better be done by the time I get back tomorrow.” 

“But I’m gonna need extra time to decorate them for you, Peña!” Miller grinned, he and Carter playfully swatting at each other in hysterics, Javi flipping them off as he headed out the door. 

After his mom passed, Javi would have never thought Alma Pierce Elementary School would be a place that would hold any more relevance to him, let alone be a place that he would frequent, now that his future wife worked there. He couldn’t help but smile as he pulled into the parking lot, thinking about the joy it would have brought Lucia to see that her years of having Javi help her with her own classroom were still going to good use with you. He also couldn’t help but smile to himself as he grabbed the coffee sitting in his cup holder he had picked up for you on the way over from the station, also knowing his mom would have had some choice words to say to him if he showed up empty handed to your classroom.  

After checking in with the office, he made the now familiar route down to your classroom, weaving through the tiny bodies patterning down the hallway, screeching and squealing with what had to be uncontrollable Christmas excitement. He gently tapped at your door before opening it, a grin growing across your face as you looked up from your desk as you saw your fiancé with an extra large cup of coffee in his hands at the doorway. 

“Oh my god, you brought me coffee? I owe you my life, you are the best. Thank you.” The sigh you let out felt like the weight of the world lifted off your shoulders as you shot up to run over to Javi, giving him a big hug before snatching the cup out of his hands and taking a long swig of the caffeine you knew you were going to need to get you through the afternoon. 

“I figured you could probably use it.” Javi chuckled, pressing a kiss into the top of your head before looking around, noticing that you were the only one in your room. “Where are the kids?” 

“They’re at lunch, I was just about to leave to go pick them up. They’ve been absolute psychopaths today. I know it’s wrong to say I wanna drop kick a child out a window, but I’m real close.” You grumbled, taking another long sip of your coffee. “I don’t think I would have made it out alive today if you didn’t come in to help, so I apologize in advance for their behavior. I may or may not have told them that because you work for the police you keep track of what kids are well behaved or not to try and scare them a little.” You grimaced, knowing that the comment you had made earlier to your kids when you told them Javi was coming into help wasn’t the most ethical, but you were desperate for anything that would even remotely help control the chaos in your classroom with only 2 days left before winter break. 

“Any kids in particular I need to be on the lookout for?” Javi asked, laughing to himself as you leaned over to set your coffee on your desk before heading towards the door to go pick up your class from the cafeteria. 

“Oh… you’ll know them when you see them.” 

You closed the door behind you, giving Javi a quick wink, leaving him alone in your classroom to wait for the arrival of the promised circus show that was your students. He wandered over to your desk, peeking through the piles of papers, sticky notes of to-do’s and drawings your students had given you. On the wall by your calendars, there was a photo of you and your family, 2 of you and Javi, and a note that he had written you one day and stuck in your lunch box, scribbled down in his rushed handwriting 

Te amo mucho, hermosa. Have a great day.  

-J 

He thumbed gently at the wrinkled note, smiling to himself, still in awe of how the pieces of him seemed to follow you in everywhere you went. The sweet moment was quickly interrupted by the sounds of little voices bursting through the doorway, chattering away as they rushed to go sit on the carpet at the front of the room. 

“Who’s that guy?!” A boy’s voice asked, pointing in Javi’s direction before balling up his body and doing a literal somersault across the carpet. 

“It’s Mr. Peña! Do you not remember when our teacher told us before lunch that he was coming, dummy?” A girl’s voice responded, rolling her eyes at the boy, now laying face down on the floor. As more and more kids came over to the carpet, the more and more voices began to chime in. 

“Don’t call him a dummy, Angela, that’s mean!”

“Well he is!” 

“Why does that guy have a mustache?” 

“My uncle has a mustache!” 

“When are we going home?” 

“Miguel tried to kick me in the nuts at recess!” 

“I did not!” 

You buried your hands in your face, letting out a deep sigh, shaking your head before looking back at Javi, quietly mouthing “I’m so sorry.” across the room before making your way to the front of the class. 

“If you can hear me, clap once.” 

3 or 4 half hearted claps followed over the chatter. 

“If you can hear me, clap twice.” 

More students began to join in, curious to see that Javi was now also following your directions. 

“If you can hear me, put your hands on your head and turn off your voice.” 

Finally, the volume of your room began to ease, all of your students, and Javi, quietly looking at you with their hands resting on top of their heads. 

“Okay, 3rd graders. Right now, we are going to work on our holiday presents for our grownups we’ve been talking about all week. Remember how I told you this morning that we have someone special coming in to help today?” The class nodded, eyes glued on Javi. “This is Mr. Peña. Can you guys say hi?” 

“Hi, Mr. Peña!” The class waved at him, Javi now smiling and waving back at them. 

“Mr. Peña is taking time out of his day to come help us with our project, so we need to show him what a respectful, responsible and safe class we are, okay? If we can follow directions and everyone gets their project done, then we will have time for extra recess at the end of the day.” Javi snickered at the silent grins and high-fives on the carpet in hopes of bonus time outside. “Once you glue your picture on your plate to make your snowglobe, you can come see me to put the snowflakes inside, and then take it over to Mr. Peña and he’s going to hot glue it for you.” 

A tiny hand quickly shot up, waving it back and forth. “No, Miguel. You cannot use the hot glue gun. It’s a grownup's only job.” You tried your best not to roll your eyes as Miguel frowned and put his hand back in his lap, knowing damn well he would be one to try and hot glue his hands together. “Do we have any questions before we start?” Almost all of your class’s hands shot up immediately, all beaming at Javi, frantically wiggling their arms in the air. You laughed to yourself, knowing that none of them had any questions about the project, and just wanted to talk to Javi. “Are these all just questions for Mr. Peña?” The class nodded, now squirming in their spots. “Okay, we can do 3 questions right now, and maybe if we have time at the end we can ask him some more questions. Is that okay, Mr. Peña?” 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.” Javi smiled, trying his best to keep from smirking at you and your teacher voice that seemed to be having a much stronger effect on him than he had intended.  

“Okay, Mr. Peña is going to pick 3 people who are sitting on their bottom and are waiting quietly and patiently for a turn.” You couldn’t help but smirk back at him as he stepped next to you on the front of the carpet, nervously running his thumb over his knuckles to prepare for his interrogation from 8 and 9 year olds. He pointed over to a girl at the back of the group, nodding to her to ask whatever was on her mind. 

“So you’re marrying our teacher? Do you love her? Have you ever kissed her before?” The entire class erupted with giggles as Javi’s face went red with embarrassment. 

“Uh,  yeah. I love her a lot and that’s why we’re getting married.” Javi leaned over to whisper in your ear as the kids continued to snicker. “Am I allowed to answer the last part?” 

“We’re not gonna talk about kissing at school, okay, Maya?” You laughed, giving Javi a little nudge as he pointed to the next student, picking a boy this time, in hopes that he wouldn’t have intense questions about his love life. 

“Our teacher said that you work at the police station. Have you ever arrested anyone? Do you catch bad guys?” One of the boys asked, the rest of the class leaning in with intrigue. Javi rubbed his hand over the back of his neck, trying to maneuver another hard hitting question. 

“Well I uh, I help train the guys who catch the bad guys, I don’t actually go out and catch them.” 

“SO YOU DON’T THROW PEOPLE IN JAIL?!” Miguel shouted out, barely letting Javi answer his question. 

“I’m gonna throw you in jail, Miguel…” you muttered under your breath, hiding your face behind Javi’s shoulder, the both of you trying to contain your laughter. 

“No, I don’t. Uh okay, last one.” He pointed to another girl who had been patiently waiting with her hand raised the entire time Javi had been sharing. 

“One time, my grandpa punched my dad in the face, and they kept punching and punching and so then my mom called the police, and then he had to go to jail and my Grandpa kept yelling you motherfu-.” 

“OKAY, on that note we’re gonna start with our projects, everything is already on your desks. Come see me for snowflakes and Mr. Peña for gluing both pieces together.” Your eyes widened in horror, jumping in to try and cut her off before she could finish the rest of her thought. It had thankfully seemed like the rest of the class had been oblivious, racing back to their desks to work on their projects. You pinched the bridge of your nose before rubbing your fingers against your temples, trying not to wither away from the embarrassment your class had decided to subject you to with their questions for Javi. 

“... I am so sorry.” You sighed, shaking your head as you looked over at Javi, trying his best to keep from laughing at the antics your class was already up to before they had even started working on their project. 

“Is this what it’s like every day?” Javi’s eyes widened as he looked out at the classroom, already overwhelmed by the noise and bodies moving everywhere. 

“It’s normally not this bad, I swear I’m a good teacher. With it being 2 days before break, as long as everyone makes it home alive, I’m calling it a win. Thank you again for coming to help, Jav. You okay to man the hot glue station?” 

“Of course, Osita.” He smiled, giving your hand a little squeeze. 

“Miguel will legitimately try to glue his hands together, so just be… extra careful when he comes around.”  

You couldn’t have been more thankful that Javi had agreed to help you with your project, because passing out confetti snowflakes alone was enough to make you lose your mind, let alone try and glue things together, too. Through the chaos, you and Javi found yourself exchanging quick glances, quietly laughing to yourself at the craziness. You couldn’t help but stare a little longer as you watched Javi your students, patiently helping each of them, listening to them share about who they were planning on giving their handmade gift to, complementing them on their work,  and carefully monitoring to make sure no one (especially Miguel) got too close to the hot glue gun. You’d be lying if  you said it ever got old watching how goddamn sweet he was with any kid he talked to, making your heartbeat a little faster at the thought of how much sweeter he’d be when it was one of your own. 

By some miracle, everyone had finished with their gift before it was time for gym, glady sending them on their way to go burn off some excessive energy to help you through the last few hours of the day. Javi’s mom had clearly trained him well, coming back to find him helping to clean up the leftover mess from your crafts after dropping your class off. 

“You don’t have to help clean up, Jav. You’ve already done more than enough.” You sighed, sitting yourself on top of the desk Javi was next to, reaching out to grab his hand. 

“Osita. If this is what you do every fucking day all day long, the least I can help you do is clean up. Jesus Christ, this was fucking exhausting.” 

“Well, I really threw you into the worst of it, so I apologize. Thank you again for helping. The kids really liked you. They kept asking the whole way to gym when you were going to come back. I told them when they stopped acting like a pack of wild monkeys, maybe you’ll consider.” You and Javi laughed, Javi gently resting his hand on your knee, thumb circling against your jeans. 

“I’ll come back any time, Hermosa. Getting to watch my hot, future wife kick ass at her job is way better than having to harp on Carter and Miller to run the reports I ask them to every goddamn day. I’m more than happy to stay if you need more help, but I figured since I took the rest of the afternoon off, and I have a genuine appreciation for a fraction of how fucking hard your job is, I would go home and make whatever you want for dinner and finish up shit around the apartment so we can spend tonight doing whatever you want.” You smiled up at Javi, reaching your hand under his chin, pulling it closer to you to plant a quick kiss on his lips. 

“Someone’s really trying to make sure they make their place on the Nice List before Christmas.” You smirked, raising an eyebrow at Javi, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“You deserve it all, Osita. It’s seriously the least I can do. Although, the things I wanna do to you later are definitely gonna end me up on the Naughty List.” He gripped his hand around the meat of your thigh, giving it a long squeeze as he placed a tender kiss on your lips, trying to use every ounce of self control to remember he was still at your work, let alone an elementary school where an 8 year old could come busting through the door at any moment. 

“You’re such a fucking dork. You’re lucky I love you so much.” You rolled your eyes, playfully swatting at him. “Thank you, Jav. You really are the best. Can we do breakfast for dinner?” 

“I had a feeling that was what you were gonna ask for.” 

“Breakfast is the superior food at all hours of the day, and no one can convince me otherwise.” 

“Pancakes or waffles?” 

“Surprise me.” 

You pecked a quick kiss onto Javi’s cheek before sliding off the desk, wrapping your arms around him, giving him a hug, pressing your face into the fabric of his dress shirt, savoring the familiarity of his sweet and spicy cologne that had become the scent that smelled like home. “Alright, as much as I don’t want you to leave, I probably should be a good teacher and print the rest of the things I need and salvage a survival plan for the next two days before the gremlins get back.” 

“I’ll see you at home, Hermosa. Love you” 

“Love you too.” 

With one last squeeze, and a wave as he headed out the door, Javi left you in your empty classroom, looking out at the disaster left in your student’s wake. Christmas couldn’t come fast enough. 

Anything that you had planned for the afternoon had quickly gone out the window after your class had returned from gym, your plans for an extra long recess turning into an even longer recess, and part of a movie before sending the kids on their way home. Some way or another, you were able to drag yourself home, the promise of breakfast food keeping you afloat the entirety of your drive home. 

As you walked down the hallway of your apartment, you could hear the quick pops and sizzles of the bacon Javi was cooking over the muffled Christmas music in the background. Turning your key in the lock on the doorknob, you pushed the door open, immediately dropping your school bag and kicking off your shoes, practically falling to the floor from exhaustion. Before you could even turn around to greet Javi, you felt his arms reaching under your legs and around your shoulders, making you squeal as he scooped you up, carrying you across the entry way towards the living room. 

“Hi?” You laughed, looking up at Javi in confusion as to why you had barely made it 2 feet into your apartment before he was picking you up and carrying you away. 

“Hi.” He smiled down at you, giving you a little shake in his grip. 

“Can I ask why you’re carrying me? Am I not allowed to walk anymore?” You guestrued down at the ground, watching your legs dangle with each step Javi took. 

“Because you work harder than anyone I know, and after today, if I’m fucking tired, you must be fucking exhausted, and my amazing, beautiful future wife deserves to relax.”

 He paused, tilting his head down to give you a kiss before turning his body the opposite direction. You had been so focused on Javi as he carried you from the doorway, you hadn’t even realized what was set up in the living room until he had shifted his position, facing you towards it. You looked over to see a blanket fort built between the ends of the couch, TV paused and ready to watch “It’s A Wonderful Life”, and the Christmas tree the two of you had decorated together lit up and twinkling, casting warm shadows on the walls. “Pajamas are in there, so change, lay down and I’m bringing you breakfast while we watch the movie.” 

You could feel the tears welling in your eyes as you looked out at the living room and back up at Javi. “Javi, you didn’t have to-” 

“I know, I didn’t have to do anything. I wanted to. I know how much you love Christmas and how we haven’t done much to celebrate since you’ve been busy with work, so I wanted to do something for you.” A grin grew across Javi’s face, watching your jaw hang open in shock as he set you down, letting you go over to examine his blanket creation. You stood there, shaking your head in disbelief, wondering to yourself how the hell you had gotten so lucky that someone cared enough about you to make you dinner after a long day, let alone plan something special for you, even if it was just in your living room. Before you could even respond, Javi was heading back to the kitchen to turn off the beeping timer of the oven, gesturing over to the fort. “I’ll be in there in a second.” 

“Javi, you set this all up for me, at least let me help with dinner or-” 

“Osita. Go put on pajamas and lay down. I swear to God, you’re the only person I’ve ever met that needs more convincing to go sit and relax than get up and do things.” He laughed, pointing at the covered couch, demanding you to get in. You held your hands up in defense before kneeling down to peek under the blankets Javi had draped over the top to see your comforter, all the pillows and blankets you owned, and your favorite sweatshirt and sweatpants of Javi’s folded neatly on top of everything. You quickly stood back up, unzipping and shuffling out of your jeans, trading them out for the sweatpants before stripping yourself of your shirt and bra, peeking around the corner to see Javi biting down on his bottom lip, eyes glued to you as you slipped his sweatshirt over your head. 

“I should have known better than to think you would have put out clothes for me to change into for any other reason than your own selfish gain, Javier Peña.” You jabbed, Javi shrugging as he grabbed two plates of the breakfast that he had finished cooking, bringing them back over to you. 

“Me? Wanting to watch you change on purpose, knowing damn well you were gonna take your bra off before you put my sweatshirt on? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Osita.” He smirked, a devilish grin growing across his face as he ducked into the fort, giving you a quick wink. 

“You? Wanting to see my boobs? Yeah, you’re right, how silly of me.” You groaned, voice oozing with sarcasm as you followed him, snuggling yourself under a blanket as Javi handed a plate over to you. “In all seriousness, this is really sweet of you, Javi. Thank you. Didn’t picture you as a big blanket fort kind of guy.” You giggled, giving him a little nudge. 

“I would make them all the time when I was little. Especially with my mom. I’d play with Hot Wheels in there, or my mom would read with me- I don’t know, maybe it’s from being with you at school today, and thinking about her, but I got home and thought you’d like it. You seem like someone who made their fair share of blanket forts as a kid.” Javi’s face beamed with a soft smile, the dimples of his cheeks creasing as he grinned over at you. 

“That’s really sweet. She sounds like she was the best mom. That’s a lot sweeter than my memories of building forts. My brothers and I had a pretty much permanent one set up in the basement made from old hockey sticks, but it was referred to in our house as Pound Town. We would go in and beat the shit out of each other with pillows until it collapsed on us and we’d have to pause, try to build it again, and beat the shit out of each other with pillows as we argued about if we were building it right or not. My parents let it slide because we weren’t annoying them, until one day when Patrick and I got in a huge fight about which couch cushions to use and he took one of the hockey sticks and hit me in the face and gave me a black eye. Pound Town was no more after that.” You grimaced, taking a bite of one of the  chocolate chip pancakes Javi had put on your plate. 

“I’m pretty sure at this point, you could tell me that you and your brothers robbed a bank and I wouldn’t be surprised.” 

“We were always well behaved during December, though. My parents definitely played into the threat of being on the naughty list as soon as Thanksgiving was over. At least they got a few weeks of peace each year. I honestly think that my parents were just as excited for Christmas movies as we were, because it at least gave them an hour and a half of semi-silence.” You laughed, nodding your head towards the TV. 

“I’m gonna be honest, Osita. I don’t blame them.” You sighed, leaning your head against Javi’s chest, feeling it rise and fall with each small huff of laughter. “We don’t have to watch “It’s a Wonderful Life” either, I just know you said you liked it and we didn’t get to watch it yet.” 

“No, this is a perfect pick. It’s one of my favorites. You wanna start it?” Reaching over for the remote, you smiled at Javi as he nodded, pressing play as the title credits began rolling across the screen. Javi had quickly come to learn that if you liked a movie, not only were you willing to watch it a million times, you knew just about every line, like you were putting on a one man production of whatever it was you were watching. Although you always quoted everything to yourself under your breath, something about it made Javi’s heart melt, spending more time looking over at you, whispering the lines of the movie to yourself, rather than watching whatever was on the screen. In between bites of breakfast, Javi watched your cheeks turn rosy as you watched a little George and Mary on the screen, eating ice cream at the drugstore, Mary leaning down to whisper in George’s ear. Javi had only seen the movie a handful of times, knowing it nowhere near as well as you, but well enough to know the line you mouthed to yourself wasn’t quite right. 

“Javier Peña, I’ll love you ‘till the day I die.” 

The two of you munched away at the rest of your breakfast dinner, Javi taking both of your empty plates back to the kitchen before nestling back under the blankets, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you laid your head against his chest. Now watching George and Mary throw stones through the windows of the old, abandoned house, making wishes of what they hoped their lives to be, you snuggled closer to Javi, draping your arm over his waist, twisting the ends of his t-shirt between your fingers. 

“I can’t believe they’re actually gonna start building the house in a few weeks.” You looked up at Javi, beaming with excitement. After Javi’s proposal, both to be his wife and to build the two of you your dream home, you both had been working to draft up and finalize plans for construction to physically start happening. All of the design process had been smooth sailing so far, you and Javi easily agreeing on things you wanted for the house- layouts, designs, sizing- the only thing that was stopping you from moving forward with progress was deciding how many bedrooms the house was going to have. 

“Not too late to tell Danny we need to add another bedroom.” Javi teased, gently squeezing your arm. 

“I think 5 bedrooms is plenty, Mr. Ambitious. If we have more than 4 kids, we might as well add enough rooms to house a baseball team.” 

“I’ll give you a football team’s worth of kids, if you want it.” 

“I know you would, but you’re not the one who has to push a football team’s worth of kids out of you.” You laughed, playfully swatting at Javi before he wrapped his arm around the small of your back, flipping you so that your chest was caged with his, bodies laying pressed against each other. 

“I’m happy with 1 kid or 10. Whatever you want, Osita, I’ll give it to you.” Javi smiled softly, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face before cupping your jaw in his palm, thumb delicately circling across your skin. 

“What if I want you?” You whispered, stretching your head up to nibble at his chin, planting kisses along his face and neck, each one more desperate and hungry than the last. 

“You have me, Hermosa. Forever.” He reached down, grabbing your left hand, carefully twisting the gold and diamond band around your finger in his. It wasn’t long before his hand had left yours, beginning to roam down your shoulders and back before slipping under the waistband of your sweatpants, grabbing handfuls of your ass as you pressed the weight of your hips further into his, feeling his bulge starting to grow underneath you. Working his hands back up around your hips, he pushed your sweatpants and underwear down your legs, slightly raising your lower half to help Javi strip them off your body, leaving your lower half exposed. Javi’s grip tightened around your thighs, suddenly locking his arms around them, scooting you closer to him, now sitting on his chest. 

“Javi, what are you-” You protested, taking a second to realize what Javi was prompting you to do. 

“Wanna take care of you, sweet girl.” He rasped, continuing to pull you closer towards him, now sitting on him near his collarbone, as he cut you off. 

“Are you sure, Jav?” You asked, biting down on your lip, looking down at Javi, lust pooling in the dark brown of his gaze, a devilish smirk stretching across his lips. “I’m always worried I’m gonna suffocate you when we do this.”

“I’m still alive, aren’t I? Baby, if I die between your thighs from you sitting on my face, I’ll die a fucking happy man. Please?” 

“Okay, okay.” You nodded, letting out a little, breathy laugh as Javi tugged you one last time, your already dripping heat hovering over his face. You began to slowly lower yourself down, Javi’s fingertips gripping the flesh of your hips, forcing you to shift your weight onto him, making you moan as you felt his strong nose brush against your clit. You could feel the width of his tongue dragging along your cunt, slowly and deliberately working himself along your sensitive bundle of nerves. His face nestled between your legs, he took his time with each lick, taking extra time to press harder on the spots he knew made you weak, loving how wrecked he could tell you already were as you rolled your hips over his face. You could practically feel his smirk buried in your pussy as the movements of his tongue became more precise, flicking at your clit making you whimper as you braced yourself on the edge of the couch, grasping at the cushions. 

“Javi… Fuck, oh my god.” You whined, feeling the tension begin to build in your belly as Javi wrapped his plush lips around your mound, sucking feverishly as you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding down harder, the hairs of his mustache brushing against your thighs. You could feel him hum in approval against your cunt as your back began to arch, a familiar tingle growing at the base of your spine as his mouth latched firmer around your clit, desperate to make you come undone. 

“Fuck, baby- oh shit- Javi, don’t stop, fuck, fuck, I’m so close. Fuck, I’m- mhhhmmmmmm.” Your orgasm crashed through you, pleasure overtaking your body as you came, whimpering and moaning Javi’s name as he dug his fingers deeper into your flesh, holding you against him as he continued to work you through your high.  Your body went slack, draping your upper half over the edge of the couch as you felt Javi scoot out from under you, looking down to see his face glistening in your slick, accompanied by a boyish grin as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he gazed back up at you. 

“Goddamn, Hermosa. Fucking soaked me. That feel good, pretty girl? You want more?” You nodded frantically at him, still at a loss for words as your chest heaved with each shaky breath. Gently grabbing your waist, he shifted you down so your back laid buried in the comforters and head rested against a pile of pillows, planting soft kisses down your body as he quickly pushed his sweatpants and boxers down his legs, freeing his painfully hard cock, its tip already dripping with precum, staining the fabric of the pants and underwear it had been straining against. He reached down, stroking his dick as he lined himself up with your entrance, running his tip through your folds, already soaked with your slick from your last orgasm, before slowly pressing inside you, letting you savor every inch of his length buried deep inside you. His hips flushed against yours as he bottomed out, his fullness stretching you open with the sweet sting that had become one of your favorite feelings in the world. “Always so wet for me, Osita. Fuck, I can’t believe this perfect fucking pussy is mine forever. You’re mine forever.” He mewled, slowly pulling himself back before pressing deep inside you again, each stroke making you feel even fuller than the last. 

“Forever.” You whispered back, your voice trembling as his cock pushed further into your cunt, practically hearing the lewd noises of wetness between the both of you as he thrusted in and out. Sitting back on his heels, Javi hooked his arms under your legs, pressing them to your chest, gently rubbing circles against your already throbbing clit before sinking back into you, the stretch of the new angle and added sensation of his fingers making you whine as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingernails digging into your back. “Fuck, Javi. You feel so big, fuck, it feels so good.” 

“Fuck me.” Javi hissed, the rhythm of his hips hitting yours beginning to become more rapid and desperate as he watched you writhe under him. “You’re fucking perfect, Osita. Gonna be a perfect wife, a perfect mom, fuck- I can’t wait to marry you, live in our house- oh shit- Fill it with our kids. Fuck, te lo daré todo (I’ll give you everything).” 

Everything was making your mind go blank- his words, his fingers rubbing against your clit, his cock pounding into you, over and over in the spot that had you seeing stars. The coil in your belly began to build as Javi buried his face in the nape of your neck, nipping and sucking at your pulse point, his words hot and heavy on your skin. You could feel your cunt beginning to clench tighter around his length, your heart beating fast as your orgasm began to build with each push and pull out of your heat. “I know you’re close, baby. Give it to me, Hermosa. Cum all over my cock. Gonna fuck myself so deep inside you, shit, can’t wait until I can fuck a baby into you, wish I could make myself stick, fucking get you pregnant right now.” 

Just like that, something inside you snapped, your body tensing as you felt yourself squeeze around Javi’s dick, soaking him as your orgasm ripped through you. A string of expletives and his name fell from your mouth, your brain short circuiting from the overwhelming intensity, sobbing into his shoulder as you came. It wasn’t long until Javi was close behind you, rapidly chasing his own high as he pounded into your heat, dripping with your slick. “That’s it, baby. Such a good girl. Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer. Meirda- so wet and tight for me. Oh fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum too, holy- ahhhhhhh.” Javi gritted his teeth as he thrusted one last time, spilling deep in your walls, making sure to milk himself of every last drop as he slumped on top of you, your chests rising and falling in unison as you tried to catch your breath. 

“Jesus Christ…” You laughed to yourself under your breath, reaching up to run your hand through Javi’s curls, dark and damp as they stuck to his forehead. “Javi, if you keep saying shit like that when we fuck, I am gonna end up pregnant before we get married.” 

“And that would be a bad thing because…” Javi smirked, pressing a tender kiss against your lips, feeling his grin on your mouth. 

“Javi!” You giggled, rolling your eyes and playfully swatting at his bare chest as he hovered over you, gently twisting his fingers through the messy ends of your hair. “We have talked about this! Once we’re married and the house is all the way finished, then I’ll toss my birth control in the trash. But until then, you’re really making it work unpaid overtime, you menace. I hate to break it to you, but keeping your dick inside me isn’t gonna do anything for you right now.”

“Like you don’t like it.” He chuckled, the both of you letting out a little hiss at the loss of Javi being buried inside you, feeling the mixture of your spend drip down your thighs as he laid back down next to you, wrapping his arm around your back, pulling you closer as you rested your head on his chest, hiking your leg up over his hip. “I’m just saying, Osita, Christmas is only a few days away, you could just throw it away early and-” 

“JAVI!” You scolded him, giggling as he raised an eyebrow at you, giving a little shrug. “You will get plenty of other presents. That one’s gonna have to wait, as much as I don’t want to either. The house should be done right around the same time as the wedding anyways, so you won’t even have to wait that long.” 

The two of you had very easily decided that you didn’t want a big wedding by any means, bringing Chucho endless amounts of joy when you had asked him if you could have your celebration at the Peña ranch. The thought was the first thing that came to both you and Javi’s minds- something small and simple, really only wanting your close friends and family to join you on your big day in a place that held such importance to the both of you. While you and Javi had agreed that you would have married each other tomorrow, you had compromised with the middle of June, giving you a few weeks after the school year had finished to let you have some time to prep or plan anything else that needed to happen, without the end of the year school stressors on top of it.

 After working with Javi’s cousin, Danny, (who finally received your finalized floor plans a few days ago after finally compromising on your bedroom count), he was able to guess that given that the winter was normally less busy for him and his crew, he would also hopefully have the house done by mid to late June, planning to have the majority of the work completed after you came back from your Honeymoon,  you and Javi offering to finish up any last touches that he wouldn’t be able to get to after you returned. 

While the both of you had agreed that you would wait until you were married before your birth control prescription was canceled, never to be seen again, you managed to talk some sense into Javi, telling him the house needed to be finished before you started trying, God forbidding that something went wrong, leaving you who knows how pregnant in an unfinished house. Regardless, it hadn’t stopped Javi from the moment that ring went on your finger to play into just how badly he was ready to give you the family you deserved, making it very hard for the both of you to stick to your plan. 

“I know, I know.” He sighed contently, picking your arm up, draping it over his chest so he could play with the ring on your finger, delicately thumbing at the stone and gold band. “Knowing I get to spend the rest of my life with you is the only fucking Christmas present I’ll ever need for the rest of my life.” 

“You’re really trying to make your way back onto the Nice List, huh?” You giggled, biting down on your lip as you reached up to grab Javi’s face, giving it a little shake. “You’re all I’ll ever need, too, Javi.” A cheeky smirk spread across your face as you looked up at Javi, pressing a hot kiss against the skin of his neck before you spoke. “I gotta shower and clean this mess up, you wanna come with me and hang out on the Naughty List just a little bit longer?” 

“I’d take coal in my stocking any fucking day for you.” 

Someway or another, you managed to make it through the last two days of school, bribing your class with more play time, recess, and movies than you’d like to admit. You and Javi were planning to spend the second half of your break with your family in Chicago, giving you two a few days to celebrate your first Christmas in Laredo together, now that you were on break. You had agreed to spend Christmas Eve celebrating with Chucho, the 3 of you gathering at the Peña ranch in the afternoon, offering to help Javi’s dad with chores around the farm since he had graciously given everyone else the day off to spend with their families. It took no convincing on your end to go out and help Javi feed the animals, one of your favorite chores on the farm, especially when it came to the cows. 

“I can’t believe how big they are.” You cooed, scratching one of the not so baby cows you had met for the first time a few months ago along its nose, giggling as it gave you a little lick. 

“They don’t stay little and cute for very long.” Javi chuckled, throwing the last bale of hay over the fence into one of the troughs, wiping his hands along his plaid shirt before resting his arm around your waist, standing next to you as you continued scratching and petting the rest of the cows that had gathered looking for attention. 

“Excuse you? They are still incredibly cute! Apologize to these sweet babies!” You gasped dramatically, holding your hand over your chest as you swatted at Javi. 

“Hermosa, they’re cows. They’re loud and annoying once they’re full grown, and last time I checked, I don’t think they can understand what I’m saying.” He laughed as you looked back at him with fake disgust, taking a step back, crossing your arms over your chest. Before you could argue back, one of the cows let out a long, loud mooooo, pointed in Javi’s direction, turning to look back at the cow before looking back at Javi. 

“I think that’s cow for fuck you, I am cute.” You smirked, giving Javi a little shrug as you nodded back at the cow. 

“Whatever, you dork.” Javi sighed, rolling his eyes at you as the two of you grabbed the rest of the feed buckets, heading back to the truck. 

The two of you finished your rounds and  you and Javi made your way back to the house to find Chucho humming away in the kitchen, chopping and dicing up vegetables to throw into his simmering pot of broth for the Pozole he had promised Javi for their Christmas Eve meal. 

“Chucho, do you think that cows are cute?” You questioned, kicking off your shoes at the door, Javi following behind, shaking his head. Chucho chuckled to himself, wiping his hands along his worn apron before picking up his wooden spoon to stir his stew. 

“Why are you asking?” He asked, looking over at you as you made your way into the kitchen, popping a leftover piece of pepper into your mouth, talking between chews. 

“Because your son doesn’t think they are, and had the audacity to tell the cows to their face they were, in fact, not cute.” You glared over at Javi, trying to hold back your laughter as you pretend to be stern. 

“They’re cute when they’re little but once you have to deal with them every day, full grown, they’re a pain in the ass.” Javi sighed, following behind you, sneaking between you and his dad to take down some bowls out of the cabinet, setting them on the table. 

“That is because Javier never pays attention when he walks through the pasture, and always ends up with a boot full of cow shit. I think they are cute, Mija. Not as cute as some other animals, or as cute as human babies…” He paused, raising an eyebrow at the two of you, smirking. “But yes, still cute.” 

“Told you so. You can’t blame the cows for your shit shoes, that’s on you, Jav.” You giggled, hitting him in the chest before grabbing spoons and napkins to set down next to the bowls Javi had placed. “Do you need help with anything else, Chucho? It smells delicious, I’m glad your cow bashing son requested it tonight.” 

“Cabrón (asshole).” Javi groaned. “Mamá would always make pozole and tamales for everyone on Christmas eve. She would put all of the cousins to work kneading the dough and assembling the tamales. She would hold the piñata hostage until we helped her finish, which I can’t blame her for. Her tamales were delicious, but I always think about having her pozole and eating a shit load of candy before crashing on the couch trying to stay up, waiting for Santa when I think about Christmas.” 

“Before Lucia died, every year we would host our whole family here for Christmas eve. Dios Mio, there must have been 30 crammed in here each year, singing and dancing, making more tamales than anyone could count. No matter how hard he tried, Javier would always be the first to fall asleep on the couch, and we would have to carry him to bed. I think he would get so excited he would wear himself out.” Chucho smiled, turning off the stove, bringing the pot of the pozole to the kitchen table, the two of you pulling out a chair to take a seat. 

“She sounds like she was such a fun lady. I wish I could have met her. And eaten her tamales, because I bet that they were amazing.” You beamed, looking over at Chucho and Javi, Javi now settling into the seat next to you, draping his arm over the back of your chair as Chucho stayed standing, letting out a content sigh as he placed a hand on his hip. 

“Well Mija, I was planning on giving your Christmas gift to you later, but now that you bring it up, now seems as good a time as any.” Chucho smirked, waddling his way over to the living room, as you and Javi glanced at each other in confusion, waiting for his return. A few moments later, Chucho was back, carrying a small, red package with a white ribbon wrapped around it, outstretching it towards you. 

“Chucho, you didn’t have to get me anything, I-” You protested, not accepting the gift until Chucho was sliding it across the table, placing it right in front of you. 

“It is a gift for both of you. I know that Lucia would have been so thrilled to know how happy you have made our Javier. How happy you have made both of our lives. She would have loved you so dearly, hija, and would have wanted you to have these as you and Javier start your own family.” Tears welled behind Chucho’s eyes as you carefully took the package in your hands, resting it between you and Javi as the both of you gently ripping away the wrapping paper and bow to reveal what was inside Chucho’s gift. You held a small, leather bound book between you two, Chucho gesturing to have you open it to see what was inside. As you flipped back the cover, you revealed the first page, a picture of a young Lucia in the very same kitchen the 3 of you found yourself in, smiling at the camera as she stirred a pot of something on the stove, apron tied around her waist. Below the photo were bold, shaky cursive letters, reading “Lucia’s Recipes.” 

“Pops…” Javi whispered in shock, delicately touching the page, gazing up at his dad.  

“Your mamá would have wanted you to have all of them. She always told me that she couldn’t wait for the day she could have a daughter to share all of her cooking secrets with. She would have been even more excited to share them with you Mija, knowing the wonderful woman that you are.” 

Carefully turning the page, you could feel your lip quiver as you looked at Chucho, feeling how watery your eyes were now becoming. “Chucho, this is- I don’t- thank you, Chucho. This is so special. I’m honored you want them to share them, I- I know how important these are to your family.” 

“You are family, hija.” Handing the book off to Javi, you pushed up out of your chair, making your way over to Chucho to wrap him in a tight hug, Chucho quickly reciprocating, squeezing you back.   

“Thank you, Chucho.” You whispered into his shoulder, trying your best to keep from sobbing as Javi pushed out of his chair, joining the both of you in a group hug, holding the two people he loved most in the world in his broad grasp. 

“Thanks, Pops.” 

“Los amo a los dos (I love you both).” Chucho sniffed, pulling away to wipe away the tears streaming down his cheeks. “Now, let’s eat this pozole, I can hear Lucia yelling at me for letting it start to go cold.” 

The 3 of you spent the rest of your night full of pozole, Javi finishing off at least 3 bowls as you talked at the kitchen table, sharing stories of your favorite holiday traditions and memories. Chucho broke out at least 4 different photo albums to share photos of Christmases past, filled with lots of ones of an adorable Javi and his bright, toothy grin as he opened up presents. Chucho was thrilled with the present you and Javi had gotten for him- a new work jacket for out on the ranch, Javi noting that he probably was still wearing the same jacket he did when Javi was first born. 

You and Javi had insisted that you let Chucho help you clean up around the kitchen after making you dinner, practically having to force him to sit down in his chair to relax while the two of you got to work collecting and cleaning dishes in the sink. You got to work washing as Javi dried, taking time to turn on the radio in the kitchen, raising the volume as he tuned in to the local station that had been playing nothing but Christmas music for the past week. “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”  began playing from the speakers, immediately beginning to sing along, swaying your hips, scrubbing the last of the pots and pans. Javi snuck up behind you, snaking his hands around your waist, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder as his chest pressed against your back. 

“Dance with me.” He whispered, placing his hands on your hips to spin you around, making you giggle as your sponge splashed in the sink, playfully drying your wet hands against his flannel before interlacing one of your hands with his, the other one resting on his shoulder as he wrapped his free hand around the small of your back. The two of you gently swayed in the dim light of the kitchen, the soft sounds of Frank Sinatra’s voice humming in the background. 

Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore. Faithful friends who are dear to us, gather near to us once more. 

As the sweet and syrupy melody of the song played on, Javi held up his hand, prompting you to spin under his outstretched arm before pulling you back in, resting his hand on your back, the other holding your face as he dipped you down, his lips curled in a tender grin against yours as he leaned in to kiss you. 

Through the years, we all will be together, if the fates allow. Hang a shining star upon the highest bough. And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

“I love you, Osita.” 

“I love you more, you dork.” 

You rested your head on his chest, smiling into the worn fabric of his button up, soaking up the sweet simplicity of the moment- how right then and there, it felt like there was no one in the world but the two of you, slow dancing in Chucho’s kitchen, arms wrapped tight around the man you loved. It felt like holding everything you’d ever need. Everything you’d ever want.  It felt like holding your home. 

 If there was one thing you were not, it was patient, especially when it came to waiting. You never had been, and at this point in your life, you were very much convinced you never would be. Ever since you could remember, you were always the first one up in your house on Christmas, frantically waking up your parents and brothers to let them know presents were stacked under the tree at an ungodly hour, forcing your parents to implement the “If you don’t stay in your bed until 6 A.M. you won’t get any of your presents” rule to try and save some ounce of their sanity for the chaos that ensued after the 4 of you were really wide awake. Even as an adult, you couldn’t help but wake up giddy on Christmas, feeling as bright eyed and bushy tailed as you did all those years ago as a kid. While Javi was very aware of your love for Christmas, he wasn’t aware of the fact that it meant that you would be wide awake, waiting for him to wake up this early in the morning. 

“Merry Christmas!” You squealed, trying your best to contain your excitement as you watched Javi finally begin to stir, his sleepy curls peeking out from under the covers, eyes squinting and blinking heavily as he let out a big yawn, draping his arm over your waist, half awake. 

“Good morning.” He grumbled, rubbing his hand over his face, practically still asleep.  “What time is it?” 

“6:45…” You replied, grimacing sheepishly, wincing at the early hours plastered on your alarm clock. “You can go back to sleep if you want to, sorry if I woke you up.” 

“6:45? Jesus, how long have you already been up for, Osita?” He sighed, propping himself up on his elbows, running his hands through the messy ends of his hair. 

“Not that long…” You muttered, looking away from him, hoping it would deter him interrogating further. Javi said nothing- he only cocked his head to the side and stared with that look he gave you when he knew you were hiding something, knowing damn well his tired, puppy dog eyes would pull the truth out of you. “Fine…” You huffed, turning back to him. “I’ve been up since 6.” 

“6 in the morning? Jesus Christ, hermosa.” Javi laughed to himself, shaking his head as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to lay against his bare chest. “I guess I can’t say I’m surprised. What the hell have you been doing since you got up?” 

“I made coffee, took a giant shit after I drank the coffee, turned on the lights to the Christmas tree, put Christmas music on in the living room, and then I came back to bed and I’ve been trying to read while I was waiting for you to wake up.” 

Javi could do nothing but let out an amused sigh as he pressed a long kiss into the top of your head. “You’re insane, you know that?” 

“You’re the one who proposed.” You sassed back, holding your ring in Javi’s face, a playful smirk growing across your face before giving him a little poke on his chest. His response to your witty remark was grabbing you by the waist, flipping you on top of him as he tickled your sides, pecking quick kisses along your body, making you flail and squirm as you erupted with giggles. “Let go, pendejo! You’re gonna end up with a black eye for Christmas if you don’t stop!” 

“I’d like to see you try.” He grinned, releasing you from his grasp, giving you a little shove. “Alright, well I’m fucking awake now.” Reaching his arms over his head, Javi let out another loud yawn. 

“I made you coffee.” You shrugged, trying to provide at least a little peace offering to him for your early morning wake up. 

“I’d fucking hope so.” The two of you laughed as you shuffled out of bed, Javi lazily throwing on a t-shirt and pajama pants before you both wandered out of the bedroom, you at a much quicker pace than Javi. 

As much as Javi wanted to give you a hard time about your over exaggerated enthusiasm this early in the morning, he couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter as he walked into the living room, seeing you sit curled up on the couch, clutching a mug of coffee, beaming at Javi as Christmas music played softly in the background, the walls dimly lit by the twinkling lights of tree, being hit with the realization that every Christmas for the rest of his life, would be a Christmas spent with you. 

“For you.” You smiled, holding out Javi’s mug, steam dancing off the top of the bitter brown liquid. “My family always opened presents before we did anything else, but if you have something else that your family always did, or you don’t want to, we can-” 

“Osita, I know you wanna open presents first, it’s okay.” Javi snickered, kissing your forehead before you shot up off the couch, running over to the tree to grab one of the several neatly wrapped boxes stacked beneath it. 

“Okay, thank God, I think I would have spontaneously combusted if I had to wait any longer to give you your gifts.” Hurrying back over to the couch, you placed your boxes on Javi’s lap, snuggling back up next to him as he began to tear away at the wrapping paper of the smallest package. 

“You don’t have any photos on your desk, so I figured I’d get you one. That way you can stare at my ugly mug all day long.” You joked, nodding toward the picture frame Javi was holding with a picture from your cousin’s wedding a few months back. 

“Shut up. Thank you, I do need more pictures of us in my office, and you look so hot in this picture.” He smirked, giving you a little nudge before picking up the next gift in your pile. “Thank you, Osita.” 

“Says the one who’s in the fucking tuxedo in that photo.” You rolled your eyes, watching Javi shake the wrapping paper off the next box. 

“Fuck, I’ve been needing new boots. Thank you, Osita, these are so nice.” Javi grinned, holding up the dark leather shoes, letting the bottom of the box drop to the floor. 

“I know you have, and you refuse to buy yourself new ones, so I figured I’d upgrade them for you.” You crossed your arms over your chest at Javi, wondering how he’d ever convince himself that he wasn’t just as stubborn as you. 

“Jesus, this is heavy.” He laughed, working away at the wrapping to reveal a plain, cardboard box, giving you a confused look. 

“It didn’t come in a box and I couldn’t wrap it how it was. I promise you your first gift isn’t a heavy cardboard box.” The two of you laughed as Javi tore the tape holding the top together, digging through the tissue paper, eyes going wide at the contents of the box. 

“Osita…” He warned, pulling out the bottle of his favorite Texas branded whisky he would only order for himself on nice occasions, knowing 1- how hard it was to find, and 2- that it was not cheap. 

“Don’t even try to start with me. It’s Christmas and I love you and you deserve all the nicest things in the world. I know how much you love this stuff, even though it tastes like pure gasoline, and that you would never buy it for yourself.” You smirked, grabbing under his chin, squeezing his cheeks. 

“Thank you, Osita. Where the hell did you find this stuff?” Javi looked at the bottle in disbelief, examining it before setting it carefully back on the ground. 

“Steve knew a guy.” You shrugged, only pausing for a moment before pushing yourself off the cushions, only to be stopped by Javi’s grasp around your wrist, pulling you back down. 

“These are all perfect, baby. Thank you so much. You're too good tot me. My turn.” Javi grinned, grunting as he got up off the couch, looking through the boxes to find the one he wanted, snatching it up and handing it over to you, immediately beginning to shed the box of its paper. “If you don’t- if you don’t like it or don’t want it, that’s okay, but I figured-” 

“Javi, I’m sure whatever it is, I’ll love it.” Taking a pause from your unwrapping, you reached over to give Javi’s knee a squeeze, smiling at him before shuffling the lid off the top of the long box. “Oh no way! Are you serious?!” You squealed, holding up the emerald green and black Dallas Stars hockey jersey. “Javi, what the fuck, this is so cool! Thank you!” You dropped the jersey in your lap, leaning over to give him a tight hug. 

“Thank god, I was worried you were gonna be pissed it wasn’t a Blackhawks jersey, but I think you already have 2 here, and like 3 more at your parents house, so I figured, you might like one for the Stars, too.” Javi sighed, relieved that his gift wasn’t about to stir up any unwanted hockey tensions. 

“I will wear it every game, except for when we play the Blackhawks- Then I will bury it deep in the closet.” You giggled, picking it back up to stare at it, oblivious to the fact that Javi had already gotten up again to get you another gift.

“These two go together.” He smiled, handing you over the much smaller box as you tilted your head in confusion. You quickly unwrapped the second box, a smaller version of the box for your jersey you had just opened. Still unsure of how something so tiny could go with your new jersey, you suspiciously lifted up the lid, your jaw dropping as you saw what was inside. “Holy fuck, Javi, are you serious?!” You gasped, pulling two tickets to the Dallas Stars vs. Chicago Blackhawks game, clutching them like you couldn’t believe they were real. Taking a second to actually read the ticket, your mouth gaped even further. “Jav, holy shit, these seats are-” 

“Against the glass.” Javi smirked, watching your eyes dart back and forth between the tickets and his smug grin. 

“But what about- how are we, wait- wouldn’t we have to-“ you mumbled to yourself, trying to process the gift while figuring out the logistics of getting to and from a night game in Dallas from Laredo. 

“I’ve got it all taken care of. The game is on Friday in February, the other 3rd grade teachers said they would do whatever to help you take that Friday off, our flight leaves at 2, we land in Dallas at 3:30, and I have a hotel booked for Friday and Saturday. Figured we could make a weekend of it.” 

“Javi- You can’t- Javi this is too much- baby, are you serious?” You whispered, breath shaky as you looked up at his beaming face, leaning in to kiss you. 

“I can, and I will. You deserve it. Merry Christmas, Osita. There’s one more thing.” He smirked, raising an eyebrow at you, grabbing one last present from under the tree and setting it in your lap. 

“Javier Peña, you do not need to get me anything else, I swear to God-” You protested, giving Javi a stern look as you stared at the present in your lap. 

“It’s not anything big, I saw it when I got the jersey and couldn’t help myself. Just open it, please?” He sighed, picking it up and bringing it even closer to you. 

“Okay, okay.” You shook your head, quickly tearing away the wrapping paper to reveal the box underneath. Lifting the lid, you dramatically rolled your eyes at Javi as you lifted up the red, lacy, lingerie that was tucked away in the tissue paper it had been delicately folded under. “This looks a lot more like a gift for you than a gift for me, Mr. Peña.” You laughed, giving Javi a playful nudge. 

“Well, if you put it on and let me unwrap you like the pretty little present you are, I’m sure I can find a way to make it a gift for the both of us.” Javi rasped, leaning over to nip at the exposed skin of your neck, making you let out a breathy moan, before coming to your senses, immediately darting up off the couch towards your bedroom. 

“Where the hell are you going?” Javi asked, laughing at you as you sped off, lingerie in your hands. 

“Changing so you can unwrap your last present!” You winked, wiggling the lacy outfit in the air before ducking into the bedroom. “Hey!” You shouted, your voice slightly muffled from behind the bedroom door, creaking it open to pop your head back out. 

“What, hermosa?” Javi laughed, awestruck smile glowing across his face as he stared at you. 

“I love you, Javier Peña. Merry Christmas.” 

“Merry Christmas, Osita. I love you more.”

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Home Invasion Fantasy Part 5

*Quick disclaimer: everything in this story is 100% fiction. Real sexual assault is a serious crime and should never be committed*

Previously in the story....Melanie was my fuckdoll, literally! I wrapped her up in plastic, vibed and teased her, even shrunk the plastic using heat, and then fucked her hard. She was exhausted and humiliated, going through such an ordeal I doubt she has any ideas on where the rest of our time will go.

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Melanie lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, the top half of her body down to her waist still tightly wrapped in plastic, breathing heavily into her tight wrap gag. I had left her there for a bit just to go to the bathroom to splash my face with water, she hadn't moved a muscle by the time I came back. I'd broken her spirit completely. If she thought I was done with her though, she was badly mistaken.

I continued to let her lie there and catch her breath, it obviously wasn't easy with the gag on her, I think she was just taking the respite from her abuse. I had so many more ideas of what to do next, I thought I'd slow things down for a bit. I grabbed a chair from her dining table and placed it in the middle of the living room, I also transported my bag of toys and tools into the room before finally turning my attention back to my half-wrapped fuck-pet. I picked her up in a hug from her front and dragged her onto her feet, I then guided her (holding her up slightly because she was quite wobbly) to the chair in the living room. I sat her down on the chair and then using more of the cling wrap I tightly wrapped each of her legs to either one of the chair legs so her legs were spread out with her pussy exposed.

I then got a pair of scissors and cutting up from her wait began to free her from the left over of her plastic cocoon. Once I began to pull away the plastic I noticed, like her legs were when I cut them free, her torso was slick with sweat from being wrapped in plastic. Using bondage tape I taped her wrists to the side of the back of the chair, ensuring there was no way she was going to be able to free herself from this latest predicament. I could see she was beginning to shiver from being fully exposed again and the air-conditioning was still on so I turned off the AC, I liked the way the sweat glistened on her tits though so with her fully exposed I began to run my hands all over her focusing particularly on groping her firm tits.

There were many physical traits to Melanie that I liked but for me her tits were something that really stood out. They weren't huge but neither were they small, and they just held nice and firm with her body with little sag. Down on one knee I rubbed and groped one of her breasts while licking and sucking her other breast. I'd begun to become very familiar with Melanie's humiliated moans and squeals, it was like I was making music and she was my instrument. Using my other hand I rubbed the inside of her leg with my hand slowly making its way towards her pussy. I decided to get a little more harder with her, I just gently initially bit down on her nipples, she let out a little squeal which just made the sadist inside of me smile. My other hand on her other breast I began to rub the other nipple to get it erect, once I was satisfied I pinched it and lifted her breast up with it before dropping it. She really didn't like that! She screamed in protest into her gag, but she would soon realise that was a big mistake as it immediately gave me the focus of my next target.

I stood up right in front of her and smiled a sadistic looking right into her eyes. "I'm sorry Melanie, this next part of our journey is not one you are going to enjoy. But I will." Using both of my hands I rubbing the contours of her breasts, then after slightly rubbing it with the back of my hand I give each breast a slap. I'm not hitting them hard, but I can see tears coming out of Melanie's eyes so it's clearly hurting her. This is just a warm up though. I give them each another rub before slapping them each again, this time a little harder. This elicits a stronger reaction from her, she's even shaking her head at me. But that does nothing to quell my lust for her pain. I go back to my bag and drop it right in front of her, I find what I'm looking for, nipple clamps with a chain attached. Melanie's eyes go wide at the sight of this, it doesn't take an expert in BDSM to work out what it's for. She shakes her head fast, eyes wide she's trying to beg me not to do this. But it's all for nothing, I squeeze open the first one and hover it over her nipple then let go with the teeth of the clamp cruelly clamped onto her. I don't think she could've imagined it would hurt as much as it did. She was screaming into her gag. I got the other clamp and dragged it over her breast, teasing her, she knew full well where it was going, it was just a matter of time before it found its target. Finally I squeezed it open, and let it go onto her other nipple. Fuck she looked like an amazing sight. She was really feeling the pain of the torture I was inflicting on her tits, her eyes were jammed shut it pain and tears were dripping down her cheeks.

This was just so enjoyable for me, I had always dreamed of having a sub to use and abuse like this is any way shape or form I wanted and Melanie had become my BDSM slave. I waited for her to open her eyes before continuing, I wanted her to see everything I was about to do to her. I put my finger around the chain and lightly started flicking it causing her nipples to bounce, I could see this alone was hurting her but I felt it was time of something more sustained. I started by pulling the chain towards me she was shaking her head hard at this, I just continued to smile though, I pulled them up, I pulled them down, I pulled them side to side. I could tell it was really causing her pain, but I couldn't deny it that just made me want to inflict more on her. Out of my pocket I pulled a small weight that had a clip on it, I attached it to the chain and slowly let go, it sagged down putting all the weight on her nipples. She tried to bend over to take weight of them but she couldn't get low enough. Still I wanted her to sit up straight so I grabbed a rope and tied it around her neck and with just enough pressure to make sure she didn't sag I tied it to the back of her chair.

I loved the way she looked so I thought this was another great opportunity at a photo shoot, I took lots of photos and videos, sometimes during the videos I'd flick the weight or rub her breast, I fingered her a little, I wrote "fucktoy" above her breasts in her own lipstick, and in a black marker I wrote "rape me", "whore", and "cumslut" on her leg. I took plenty of photos and videos of this latest humiliation. Putting down the phone I went back to the bag and pulled out a Hitachi Wand, using bondage tape I tape it onto her leg pushing it onto her pussy, I'd left the switch on so that the moment I plugged it into the wall it immediately starting running. Her response to it turning on was sudden, her body twitched at it's stimulation, as she twitched it caused the weight on her tits to shift causing her nipples more pain. She moaned and cried, this was a nightmare that she saw no end in sight.

For me, while she was moaning getting used the to dual humiliation of the pain and the stimulation I used my phone to capture more video and pictures of her, I got right up close to her so I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks and the stress that the weight was having on her nipples. But I was far from done. After I was satisfied with the content I went back to my bag and came out with my next torture device, a purple BDSM candle. I light the candle right in front of her eyes, they go wide with fear at this latest development while she continues to moan from being stimulated by the Wand. I hold the burning candle just at eye level above one of her breasts and give it a little shake, the candle drips it's first drop of hot wax onto her break and she lets out a yelp in pain. God it's so hot, I keep it hovering over the same breast and a couple more drops fall onto her. I use the lighter to heat more of it up so the frequency of the drips increase, it's not long before I've managed to create a good little puddle on her. I move it across to the other breast, and start doing the same thing, going only a couple of droplets initially but slowly increasing the rate until there's a symmetry of how much wax is on each breast. Every drop she reacts to, she twitches from the pain of the wax, she twitches from the wand stimulating her, and she's still under paid on her nipples from the clamps.

In fact that's exactly where I turn my attention to next with the candle, I hover it closely over her nipple, which is already under stress. The first drop falls onto her right nipple, she screams hard into her gag, possibly one of the hardest. This is really hurting her, I wish I could say her pain wasn't pleasing me but the truth is it really was, I had really let my sadistic side take over now. I shook the candle and another drop fell just on her nipple, she was shaking, twitching, shaking her head, but it was all for nothing. I moved it over to the other nipple and she locked eyes with me, her eyes red with tears begging me not to but this was all a part of the show for me, I used my lighter this time and let it drip 4-5 times onto her nipple, putting the lighter down I then used my hand to lightly pull down more on the weight. It was light but everything was so sensitive I could tell it was hurting her. I let go and moved the candle away from her tits, maybe mercifully in her mind. But it wasn't, it was still alight and I moved it over her thighs letting wax drop onto her all over her legs. It obviously wasn't as sensitive as her nipples but she still reacted to them.

I spent a good 4-5 minutes covering her legs in the wax, it created layers on layers, meaning it stopped hurting her as much. I figured she'd earned a little respite but it didn't last long, I moved the candle back towards her body and she seemed to instinctively know where it was going to end up. I was hovering just above her naval and I started to flick the candle towards her. The droplets landed just below her naval, she was squealing because she knew what I was aiming for. Her body was shaking because the wand really was getting her turned on again the pain was becoming difficult to take, the droplet began raining down and they landed just on and above her pussy. She really screamed now, I could even hear a "no" and a "please stop" through her gag, the torment was really something she couldn't seem to handle. But I kept flicking the candle on her, I moved away from her pussy and using the lighter really got the candle dropping. I was just putting droplets everywhere, my goal was to get her as covered as I could with this single candle. This went on for another 4-5 minutes before the candle just got too small to hold but I had an idea, I got the bottom of the candle hot and then stuck it onto one of her breasts while it burned. It continued to drip more hot wax onto her. While this went on I took the chance to get photos of my BDSM princess, I took lots of photo's showing off her tears and everywhere that had been covered in wax. I had really gone to town on her. The wand was still going and I had to interest in stopping it.

I had placed her seat in front of the TV, this was going to be a chance to show her the memories we'd created. She may have tried to forget where we'd started but I was keen to show her what we'd been through together. I connected my phone to her TV to start the show. I looked at her as I put up on screen the first photo I took of her, it was while she was spread eagle on her bed still in her scrubs, that must've felt like a lifetime ago to her. She certainly wasn't the same person anymore because of me. I looked at her and immediately after seeing herself like that she closed her eyes humiliated and seemed to want to keep them closed.

"No, no, no, no slut. You don't get to close your eyes, you will watch this whole thing. The next time you do close your eyes I will add a heavier weight your tits so they feel like they're ripping off your nipples." She opened her eyes and looked at me, immediately she knew I wasn't lying, so she forced herself to look at the TV. Bit by bit we went through the night, from her being undressed, to her getting her first orgasm for the night, and the first time I fucked her. I paused at that point. "Did you like me fucking you? I tried to be tender and nice initially but I realised when I've got a fucktoy like you all myself why go easy on you?" I licked her cheek, tasting the salt residue of her tears, fuck this was so fun. I was getting thirsty for a beer, this was all about viewing pleasure and I felt a beer would go down well with all of this so leaving the video of her abuse going I went to the kitchen and grabbed one of the beers I'd put in there earlier, a Heineken bottle. I return just as I was cumming on screen, I wondered if the vision and sounds of her rape were bringing back memories.

Taking a swig of beer I moved the images on, next were pics of how she looked hogtied after I'd spanked her ass and fingered her ass and pussy. The condom was poking out of her ass, of course this must have been so strange for her because all of this time she had been blindfolded, she had no idea what I was going to do next until she felt it so now seeing it she could see how cruel I'd been to her. You could see hand marks from the spanking. Next we'd jumped to her face fucking, I'd reset the camera to record the whole thing, I had really gone to town on her beautiful face, I looked at Melanie as this went on. I could see the horror on her face, that I had bound her so tightly, face fucked her so viciously, and then cum on her face. I showed her the photos of her with the cum on her face and her mouth stuffed with the ball gag, she really looked like a slut. I felt like I wasn't getting much of a response from her now so I flicked the vibrator onto full power causing her to squeal and scream, all the while I tapped the weight on her tits causing the pain to start again. I wanted this show to be interactive for her.

After the photos of her facial we jumped ahead to us in the bathroom, it was her fingering herself to convince me to take her gag off. Her demeanour seemed to change a little while watching that and hearing her moan, she even seemed a little turned on, I didn't think it at the time but perhaps she was actually getting herself off. It clearly still humiliated her. "I think you look like a pornstar there, I think I should upload this one to pornhub. You'll be a star for sure. All the rest of this will be going on the darkweb."

We jumped ahead to my favourite part of the evening, her plastic wrapping! God she looked so fucking hot! She had no idea how much it turned me on to see her like that, her tits squashed, her completely immobilised, vibrator making her crazy both on screen and off the screen! "I think you actually liked that didn't you Mel?" She shook her head at me, still pleading for this nightmare to end. "I'd love to do that with you again, maybe I'll leave you like that all night..." She closed her eyes, more tears coming out.

We'd caught up to where we were now, I'd finished my beer and was onto another one, and there she was taped to the seat both on and both screen. She knew what was coming, she had only recently felt it, but seeing it on screen made it so much more real for her I think. It gave her a different perspective seeing me turn her from sweet caring nurse into BDSM slave being tormented. She saw me attached the clips, write degrading things on her body, and drip hot wax all over her. The wand was still going crazy against her pussy causing her to twitch as it stimulated her, I decided I was going to leave her there for a while so I set up the camera facing her and connected it to the TV. She would get to see herself as a BDSM slave in real time on the TV while she felt it. I left her bound like that while I ate some food, drank more beers, and used the time to decide what I would do next. After eating I removed her nipple clamps, I think she thought it might be a relief but in fact it reinforced the pain which she beautifully reacted to with her now trademark squeal. I continued to leave her for a time, tidying and cleaning things up, thinking about where we went from here.

I sort of felt like things were nearing the end with us, checking the clock I noticed we’d been going for about 7hrs since I grabbed her. I’d done so much with her, I’d really put her through hell. I felt that it was time to go full circle, we would return to the bedroom where it all began and where it would be the beginning of the end for us.

[acertainmoshke]

Fun With Genders (or, Taking a Break from Almost Dying)

Slight cw for mention of breasts and binding and vague reference to being formerly suicidal

I didn't have any context then for how out of place we looked. It was second nature for both of us to smooth over our inhuman features, but we'd never had to think much about our clothes. If anyone had been on the street to see we would have given them a heart attack: Kris in an old and wet sweater with a gash through it like he'd been mauled, and me in no shirt at all. I hated the way my chest jerked with every step, but I didn't know just how inappropriate it was to leave uncovered and there was no way I was getting back into my own wet sweater. Wet jeans were bad enough. I wore sweaters, though the cold never bothered me, so that I didn't have to think about the scars, the evidence of times I didn't dodge fast enough, times I wasn't careful enough with iron, and times I just wanted to stop.

But the shadows in the diner and our bare feet slapping the concrete were the only signs of life. A block down the street we stopped in front of a little shop with clothes hanging in the window, a "closed" sign posted on the door.

Good.

That made things much easier. So much easier to tug at the air until it pushed the lock aside than to gather the energy and lie to a person. Especially since finding clothes was more complicated than grabbing food. It would take time and I didn't have it in me to keep someone glamoured that long.

Kris immediately headed for the back corner, flicking through the biggest clothes, but I couldn't focus.

Lift a shirt on a hanger. Shake damp hair out of my eyes.

Could I wear this?

Run my hand over a pair of pants. Try to wiggle my shoulder blades out from under stiff clumps of hair.

Were they soft enough to fight in?

Take a step. Brush hair away from my bare shoulders.

I let out a groan. I couldn't even think enough to figure out what was worth wearing.

"You good over there?" Kris looked up from the pair of pants he was holding up to his waist.

"Just- hair- touching- me." I meant to sound casual, but it came out through gritted teeth. After last night, I was too tired to ignore it like usual.

"Want me to cut it off?"

That startled me. "What?"

"Look what I found," he said, holding up a huge pair of scissors.

"Can't." Even though it sounded so comfortable.

"Why not? You cut mine."

Because it was too much trouble. Because I didn't deserve to be comfortable. Because it felt like it would mean something big, but I couldn't grasp what.

"Because you're a boy and I'm..." something more monster than girl. "...not."

"Oh, come here." He grabbed my arm, firm enough to tug me across the little room to the chair behind the counter, but loose enough I could have pulled away. I didn't.

The snips as my hair felt away to the floor were loud and crisp. The metal near my head, smelling faintly of iron but not enough to bother us, felt cool on my scalp. I stayed still until he huffed, set them down, and turned back to pick up his pants.

I shook my head. Nothing happened. No tickling to make me cringe or weight thumping on my back. It felt so light, so easy. Great. With that taken care of, I would be able to focus on clothes.

The problem was that these clothes were different than the ones I was used to scrounging off of clothes lines and out of dumpsters. There were no jeans at all. The pants were brown, black, and blue, stiff and crisp like the ones the men rushing by me in the mornings wore. Worse, they were all long enough to cover my feet. They dragged the floor when I held them against my body. I would never be able to run or kick in these, even with the cuffs rolled up.

"Fuck, yes!" I looked up to find Kris, now topless also, buttoning closed what must have been the biggest pair of pants they had, black and starched like the others. They stopped several inches above his ankles, but he didn't seem to mind. "Did you see any scarves?"

I was happy enough to abandon my futile pants search to help him out. A quick look around revealed a rack of scarves by the door. They were soft and light and I worried they would snap under the pressure, but Kris hummed in delight as they criss-crossed his skin and I used a new pin to hold them together in the middle of his back. I didn't mention the spines I could see starting to poke through the delicate fabric.

"Do you want some, too?"

I looked up, feeling suddenly very young and silly, a child again playing dress up with Dad's clothes. But the undershirts were as big as the pants and I couldn't fight if I was going to be bouncing everywhere. I nodded once, and he immediately reached for some more.

We had grabbed them randomly, though I needed half as many as Kris, and I ended up wearing polka dots for the first time in my life. He had been right about the texture. It was smooth, cool, and soothing against my skin even as he pulled it tight and pinned it so I couldn't feel the bite of metal.

Safely held down, Kris tried on and discarded a stack of shirts that seemed nearly identical to me, all white or gray with a collar and a ton of buttons. He finally settled on a white one. It would get grimy fast, but the short sleeves would be good when summer finally showed up, an eventuality I usually tried to avoid thinking about. He pulled a green sweater on over it, but it was unlike any sweater I'd seen before. It was open in the front like the shirts and fastened with four huge brown buttons. It was tighter than his old one and I could already see the buttons popping off the first time he twisted to headbutt in a fight.

He looked in the mirror and smiled so big and bright, showing all his teeth.

I didn't say anything.

I'd given up and sat on the floor to watch his long journey to an outfit, my knees pulled up to my chest. The soft fabric of skirts hung above me was smooth on my bare shoulders.

Kris turned to me suddenly. "Your turn!"

"Uh-" my jeans felt so scratchy, on both my wrists and my legs. I could feel them tearing at my tiny leg hairs. "Nothing fits."

"He smirked and held up a pale yellow skirt. "What about this?"

I stuck my tongue out. Nothing that pretty and fluffy belonged on me and he knew it.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But look over here."

He moved to stand next to a small rack of brightly colored clothes. Children's clothes. Short, puffy dresses. Shorts with huge hems. Tiny collared shirts with no buttons. But Kris stepped past all those, reaching for the bigger boys' clothes on the far end. I didn't see what he grabbed until he flung it in my direction.

I stood up at the same moment and suddenly found brown ridged fabric covering my face. Tugging it away sharply revealed a pair of brown overalls in a thicker and softer fabric than the pants I was used to. And they were the right length.

Good enough. We were pushing our luck on time already. I tried not to think about how I was turning 40, or...25? Whatever age Kris thought we really were, I was an adult but still the size of a schoolchild. I grabbed a random shirt—soft, dark green, no collar to claw away from my throat or buttons to fight with—and stripped off my jeans.

Despite my hurry, I stopped for a moment and breathed. Cool air soothed my legs and filled my lungs and all of a sudden the day seemed much more promising. I never wanted to put on jeans again. I would have to, when we went home and the overalls wore out, but that was the distant future and this was now and I was free.

The overalls were clean and dry and soft when I pulled them on, brushing lightly against my skin. I sighed, as content as I ever was, and turned to go. Kris grabbed a new coat on the way out, making me suddenly aware that my shirt left my scarred arms exposed. But I was already out the door and had no interest in finding a sweater just then. Besides, the cold air felt good on skin I almost never let feel it.

We left the shop as it was, discarded clothes flung across the desk and floor, my hair in a dark puddle behind the chair. I did re-lock the door behind us, leaving them to wonder who had entered their closed-up shop and how. A little mystery makes life more fun.

On the short walk back to the car I began to notice things, now that my brain wasn't full of discomfort. Things like how no one was walking down the street. Maybe all the children were at school, all the adults at work. But no one? At all? Sure I expected less people than in the city, but this was almost creepy, even to me, and I generally avoided people.

The little grocer, the shoe shop, and the candy store we passed were all closed. Was today Sunday? I had no idea. But I was sure I'd glimpsed people in the diner...

I paused to look as we reached the parking lot again. Yes, there were cars parked here and people moving inside.

Kris groaned behind me and I hurried to catch up. He was scowling into the front seat of the car, squinting to see past his reflection to the pile of pixies on the seat. "They're still asleep. Guess we should get food or something. What do you..."

Kris was still talking, but his voice seemed far away suddenly. Everything felt crisp and clear. Almost like fighting, except it felt good, calm. Almost soft. I stared at my reflection in the window. In the chaos of last night, I'd let my glamour slip and hadn't fully restored it. I was looking at me as I really was. There were the sharp teeth, the sharp ears, the discolored skin. But for the first time in my life, I didn't look away as fast as possible.

A feeling was bubbling up in my stomach, and it took me a long moment to connect it to the way I felt wandering the tunnels with Kris and my yoyo and no worries. I was happy.

Something about the way my unevenly short hair hung just above my ears, sticking up in places, made me feel really good.

I jumped when Kris put a hand on my shoulder. "Hello? Diner? Food? Yes or no?"

[withahappyrefrain]

ever think about dancing in a kitchen while cleaning or cooking whatever and like Peter might come up behind you and absolutely bend you over the sink/counter…?

Why did my brain immediately go to DILF!Peter with a size kink and breeding kink, I'm sorry. 18+

You're putting away the dried dishes as you and Peter clean up from dinner. May had Sophie and Ollie for the weekend, which allowed you and Peter to have dinner-and the house- alone.

As much as you two loved and absolutely adored being parents with all your heart's, the quiet was a nice change. It was nice to not have to watch your language and be able to play music as you two cleaned up.

An old song came on. You threw your head back, half in laughter, half in horror as you realized you were still in high school when it first came out.

"Bring back a lot of memories?" Your husband asked.

"Yes," You laughed, doing a little twirl to the music, "I remember thinking this would be the perfect song to make out to."

"Did you ever test out that theory?" Peter asked as he boxed up the leftovers.

"I didn't, which seventeen year old me is still sad about," You explained.

You danced along, remembering to stay with the rhythm half the time as you continued to dry dishes.

You stepped onto the step stool to put away another dish, when you felt a pair of arms grip your thighs, pressing you against Peter. Thanks to the step stool, your ass was now right at his hips, allowing him to press his erection into you.

"Well love, we can still test out that theory," His fingers trailed up your dress, discovering that you had decided to forgo underwear this evening.

"Though, I'd like to do more than make out with you." His breath was hot on your neck. His other hand trailed up your chest, gripping and squeezing one of your breasts.

The sensation, combined with his fingers dipping into your folds, caused you to lean over from pleasure.

"There ya go. Good girl," Peter cooed into your ear. You braced yourself with your elbows on the counter. Peter's hands pushed up your dress.

"Wh-what else did you ha-have in mind?" You asked, gripping the counter as you felt two fingers curled inside of you.

He always started you with his ring finger. You gasped at the cool touch his wedding band brought.

"I think this song would perfect for me to finger you to. And then maybe, I'll see if it works with eating out that wet little cunt of your's," His vulgar words sent a chill down your spine.

"Or maybe," He brushed your hair away from your neck, gently nipping down.

"Maybe?" You repeated, desperate to hear what he had planned. You had an idea, but it was what you wanted to happen.

"Maybe..." He scissored you open, making you thankful for how he was holding you. Your knees were shaking and trying to maintain your balance on the step stool was proving to be a lot more difficult than you expected.

"Maybe I'll just fuck another baby into ya. You want that?" You moaned at his words, nodding desperately.

"Oh, is that what you want? You want me to fill you up over and over again? 'Till there's a baby in there?"

"P-Peter. Please," You begged.

"Anything for you," He gently pushed you down until you were bent over the counter, ready for him to use however he saw fit.

Just the way you wanted it.

[honeycombstrawberry]

this isn’t a request but damn can’t stop daydreaming about how after you’ve been with Adrian for a while he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night without you and vice versa how maybe the first over night mission he does since you two got together he doesn’t realize it until he has to actually sleep and he’s just “oh shit, I can’t” to Chris after non stop talking for half an hour to him pissing him off because no ones getting any sleep, Harcourt would probably hear and when Adrian suddenly realizes it’s because you’re not there either Harcourt or Chris would take Adrians phone and just FaceTime you, give him the phone back and turns out ofc you’re having the same issue but eventually you both manage to sleep while on FaceTime to each other and Adrians clutching his phone close to his cheek :’))) ur honor I’m in LOVE-

oh my god i'm so sorry i know you just said this is not a request but i loved this so much it literally made me sweat so i also did write a little thing to go with it i am simply so sorry please forgive me. i'm putting it in this post as penance because you basically outlined the entire thing i just wrote it

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only in my dreams

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: gen

word count: 1,086

one-sentence synopsis: adrian can't sleep without you, and the 11th street kids would've killed him for it, if emilia didn't figure things out in time to save you both.

author's note: i'm sorry i can't stop writing ofmd fic so i wrote this little drabble as a SWEET LITTLE TREAT for you all because ilysm and also adrian and i want him to hold me. oh my god wait should i write a pirate au. okay wait should i

>>> read on ao3! <<<

"Do you think birds hear like we do, or does everything sound different since they don't have ears?" Adrian asks the room at large.

Chris groans loudly, grabbing a pillow from the edge of his bed and whipping it in Adrian's direction.

"Hey!" John exclaims. "Watch it, dickhead—"

"Sorry," Chris replies. He buries himself back in his remaining pillow and says, "I was trying to get Adrian to shut the fuck up—"

"I don't know why you're all so tired," Adrian says. Chris can hear the springs of his mattress creaking slightly as he shifts around in bed, twisting restlessly.

"Maybe because we've been up for over twenty-four hours," Leota mumbles into her own pillow. "I don't know why you're not tired."

"I dunno," Adrian replies. "I'm just not. Maybe I'm built different."

"Go the fuck to sleep," Emilia snaps from her bed. It's the first overnight mission she's had to bring the team on in a few months, and she really didn't think having them all sleep in one room during the stakeout part of the op was going to cause any issues.

She'd forgotten to account for Adrian being Adrian— though, he's never had this problem before. If anything, he'll occasionally fall asleep in the wrong place and be too difficult to wake up. He is consistently chatty, but not usually at night. This isn't a typical issue for him, and definitely not one Emilia had been anticipating.

Her phone buzzes. With a furrowed brow, Emilia reaches for it, turning it over to read her text messages.

When she sees she has a text from you, she frowns slightly, checking the time. It's nearly three in the morning; you should be asleep, too. You would be joining the op in two days' time; you were the one who had been selected (in that you lost the rock-paper-scissors tournament the 11th Street Kids had held) to go and retrieve the weaponry needed at the tail end of the mission. There's no reason you should be awake; you have a long day ahead of you, and a flight tomorrow night. There's not a lot of sleep in your future.

Still, you've inexplicably sent Emilia a text that says, do you think i could teach myself how to raise chickens using youtube videos?, despite the fact that it's not yet dawn. All of you should be asleep.

"Hey," Adrian says, across the room the team's all sharing. "Are spices all just, like, grown that way? Or are some of them invented? Like, can a spice be made up, or—"

"Oh, my fucking God," Chris shouts. "Shut up, Adrian!"

Emilia squints through the darkness at him, starting to put two and two together. She’s not the one in charge of this little unit now for no reason; she’s smart, for one thing, and a quick thinker, for another.

She also acts fast, and she’s already sighing, starting to climb out of bed, the springs creaking as she stands.

“What now?” Leota demands.

“Get back in bed, Adrian, or I swear to fuck—” Chris starts to threaten.

“It’s me this time,” Emilia says, and he goes quiet immediately. She pads through the darkness to Adrian’s bed, snatching his phone off the charger beside him, swiping to turn it on.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Adrian demands, sitting up blearily, grabbing for his glasses to shove them back on. “How do you know my passcode?”

“Because I know (Y/N)’s birthday,” Emilia tells him. She taps the button to video call you; you pick up within a second. “Hi there.”

“You’re not Adrian,” you say, confused. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Emilia immediately responds. “Relax, God. The two of you. Why the fuck are you awake?”

“Can’t sleep,” you answer simply.

“Yeah, well, neither can he,” Emilia says, and passes the phone down to Adrian in bed. The light glowing on his face from the phone is just enough to illuminate him for you, his features lit by a dim blue.

“Hi,” Adrian says, tugging the phone in close. “What, you can’t sleep?”

“I messaged you, but you didn’t respond,” you tell him.

“I put my phone on to charge!” Adrian exclaims. “I didn’t want to bother you while you were trying to sleep, I thought I’d keep you up when you needed rest!”

“No, I can’t even sleep,” you respond. “I—” “Oh, my God, Emilia, you made it ten times worse,” Chris complains, tossing backwards into bed again. Emilia climbs into her own bed, ignoring them all completely, pulling her pillow over her head.

“Shut up and just— look at each other or something,” John instructs you and Adrian. “Or I swear to God— to God— I will destroy that phone myself.”

“I’d like to see—”

“I’ll help,” Chris agrees.

“Alright, sorry, fine,” Adrian says quickly.

“Sorry!” you call through the phone, too.

There’s a long moment of silence, then.

It takes a little bit, but— really not that long. After a couple of minutes, Emilia starts hearing Adrian and you whispering to each other. You’re keeping your voices low, though, and she can barely hear you both, so she’s not all that bothered, now. Especially since Adrian isn’t talking directly to anyone else in the room anymore, but only to you. There’s just mumbling, for a while. She hears the occasional laugh.

Emilia falls asleep before you and Adrian do, she thinks, but when she wakes up in the morning, the first one to rise, she finds Adrian asleep with his phone still gripped tightly in his hand, the warm screen pressed to his cheek. There’s nothing visible on the camera, but the call is still going, from what Emilia can see, and—

—When she looks closer, she thinks she can see kind of a smudge in the corner, and she thinks you might’ve done exactly the same thing. Sighing to herself, unable to not smile, just a little bit, she takes the phone and plugs it in before giving it back. She knows, if she doesn’t, she’ll hear about it later when the two of you would be unable to text each other all day.

Giving it back, Adrian brings the phone back to his cheek, tucking into it, hands and arms pulling up around it like he’s trying to hold you, though you’re not there. As if in response, you mumble something on the other line, though Emilia can’t make out the words as she buries back into her pillow to sleep a little while longer.

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[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

OFF WITH YOUR HEAD

PART 2 OF HEADS WILL ROLL

SYNOPSIS: Whenever school is in session, Eren will just keep finding new places to corner you.

PAIRING: BULLY! EREN x FEM! READER

DEDICATED TO: you guys, always you guys.

WARNINGS: unedited, slight dubcon, groping, degradation, bullying,

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

Gooooood Morning Paradis Birds! Remember to give a big round of applause to the football team for clutching the victory against reigning champion Marley High! We stay undefeated thanks to our excellent and hardworking team. Special shoutout to Captain Eren Yeager for guiding the team to another flawless victory-

You're half-heartedly paying attention to class, sleepily listening to the school announcements over the speaker until the mention of his name douses you like a shock of ice-cold water.

You can't catch the rest of the announcement because your class erupts into cheer, enthusiastically clapping their hands for the boy of the hour.

The only one not joining is you.

Eren's smile is brighter than 100 kilowatts. In the back of your mind, you wonder where he learned to smile like that. When his emotions became so practiced.

Mr.Berner tries to calm the kids down, especially Sasha who bangs on her desks and howls, creating even more hype and ruckus. The class, now in a chattier mode, excitedly breaks into little conversations.

"Man, thank god. That school is so pretentious, I'm glad we finally have something over them."

"Jeez, I know our team was good, but it's this good-?"

"-Bro, year of XXXX is stacked as fuck. It's literally never been this stacked before. We have a whole team of prodigies, it's insane-especially Eren. "

"Yepp. My dad went to Paradis too and he said shit like this never happened during his time. The academic comps were one thing, but these footballs wins? We're being put on the fucking map."

The announcements are still going on, but it's hard to hear over the noise. You're only able to catch the tail end, a useless tidbit about the word of the day.

pre·mo·ni·tion a strong feeling that something is about to happen, especially something unpleasant. Here is an example: "She had a premonition of imminent disaster" Have a good day folks, hope it's free of any premonitions!

Overhearing the unceasing praise of the boy who pinched your thighs until they bruise blue and purple was a little painful-but you were used to it. After all, he's putting Paradis on the map. Whatever the fuck that means.

While you didn't love sharing this class with him, he was seated far across the room and surrounded by a gaggle of friends. You might as well have been invisible, the way he did not acknowledge you. Maybe you should treat it as a small mercy.

Unwittingly, your eyelids grow heavy. You're sitting in the back of the class, no one would notice if you took a little nap right? Assured by the fact no one will notice, you lower your head into your folded arms and let your thoughts float.

You dream of vaguely nothing but shadows of smiles, tufts of dark hair, and the smell of the wind at sea until a noise confined to the shape of your name breaks the harmony.

"[y/n?]"

"[y/n?]"

You startle awake with pairs of eyes piercing their gazes at you. Swallowing thickly, you apologize to Mr.Berner who looks worried. He's a good teacher, and one of your favorites.

"I'm sorry Mr.Berner. I had a migraine so I laid my head down." You lie smoothly, with more grace than you knew you were capable of. Course, you could have just said you were taking an unprompted nap, but that would disappoint your lovely teacher.

He sighs, "Guess that can't be helped then. Go to the nurse ok?"

Bingo. The nurse was an understanding lady, she'd let you sleep the rest of the period off. You nod, and start to gather your materials, relieved the class' attention on you was beginning to dwindle.

"Wait, Mr.Berner, let me take her. What if she gets disoriented and falls in the hall?"

Fuuuuck. You should have known. You should have expected this because attached to the request dripping with faux concern was none other than the precious jewel of the kingdom. Eren's intrusion makes your peers perk up again at the scene unfolding in front of them.

You smile, lips tightly pressed, "I'll be fine. I don't want to distract anyone from the lesson and it's a short walk-

"It's still potentially dangerous.", Your teacher interrupts, pinching the bridge of the nose, "And while I'm completely surprised by Eren's sudden streak of altruism, he's right. Something could happen. He'll take you there safely."

A very convenient streak of altruism, all right. You think it over in your head, yeah the nurses' office is right down the hall, and once you're there, he'll leave. Sure, he'll taunt you but you can handle a few minutes worth of cruelty.

It's awkward getting up, and walking in front of the class while Eren props the door open like a gentleman. You know what a sharp contrast it must look like, you and him, you cowering into yourself, not meeting any eyes while he stands tall and confident.

"Do you have everything?" His tone is one of reassurance, and for the barest of the moments, feels too familiar. You know he's not being genuine right now, and for the first time, you question if he was genuine back then.

"You can hold onto my arm if you're too dizzy to walk." He says as you guys slip out of the classroom, purposefully a little too loudly. You hear coos from girls and a stray "She's so lucky!"

He must have heard it too, because he lowers his head to whisper into your ear, "Yeah, very lucky, aren't you?" Wisps of dark hair tickle your cheeks. You see the glint of tiny silver hoops and wonder when he had gotten his ears pierced. The illusion breaks and the performative charming prince's reassuring smile is replaced by a sneer.

"Didn't know you could lie like that, by the way. Some good girl you are if you're trying to ditch class like this." Fingers dig deep into your waist as he drags you along the empty hallway that seems to stretch on for miles.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, "How did you know I was lying?"

Viridian eyes narrow, "I've seen you get migraines before." There's a knock on your heart. As if realizing he was talking about something far away ago, a vindictive edge laces into words pouring out of his mouth, "I bet you wanted this to happen, didn't you? Wanted to get us all alone."

He's trying to get a rise out of you, that much is obvious. So you ignore him to the best of your ability.

...which quickly proved to be futile, as you suddenly find your arm pinned to your back, and your front facing the nearest walls.

"I asked you a fucking question bitch." He's practically growling, "Fucking answer me."

If there was a world record for the shortest temper, best believe Eren Yeager will have collected that accolade too. He's getting too worked up, and you could definitely feel his harness poking the back on your ass, as he grinds into you.

You manage to crane your neck, wanting to have your face shoved into the wall, and then venomously spit out, "You're not looking for answers. You just want me to repeat whatever you think is true."

This position brings back flashbacks to the library when he caged you in against the bookshelves, and like then, he spins you around to face him quite abruptly.

His smile is full of sharp teeth, "No. I know I'm right."

You don't respond. He moves in closer, his breath fanning on your earlobes. Your body can't help but let an involuntary shudder, and you close your eyes, not wanting to see his pleased grin or the way the fluorescent light makes his hoops gleam like silver bullets.

One calloused finger flicks your nipple, "Do you want to know why I'm right?"

At your lack of response, the dark-haired boy rolls your nipple in between his fingers before pinching it painfully, eliciting a small whimper out of your fuckable lips. "N-no", you answer finally. You're wearing your thinnest bra because of the seasonal heat, and you can't help but regret that decision right now. The fact he's only paying attention to one of your nipples is driving you insane. Not that you want it, but you're so fucking sensitive right now. You struggle in his hold, causing him to hold you tighter, and by now his nails were probably embedded into your skin.

He chuckles at your honesty, rewarding you with a thick stripe of his tongue over the collared shirt of your uniform making you gasp. Did he just-, over your shirt too-, you look down and see a very visible wet spot.

Taking advantage of your distracted state, a eager hand snakes under your skirt until it settles in the middle of your panties. He licks your earlobe before speaking, his voice like ice under your heels.

"You were so fucking wet that day in the library while saying you hated me the entire time," he pauses as his fingers scissor you through your panties, as if to drive the message home, "About as wet as you are right now."

There's a wet spot there too, also caused by him. You crush your eyes shut, "Eren...please just take me to the nurse." You're not even struggling anymore, holding onto him out of your own accord, worried that if you don't hold onto anything-you'd fall on your knees.

The very headache you lied about having seemed not so non-existent after all.

Eren hooks his arms under the plush of your thighs, "Yeah. Of course, that's what I came to do, right?"

*

You had hoped you'd be granted a reprieve in the nurses' office but you'd forgotten that luck was never really in your favor. Because while you guys had entered the squeaky-clean office, the nurse was nowhere in sight.

Instead, a note sat on her desk in unassuming frilly cursive that Eren read with glee.

Sorry students! Minor emergency to take care of, and I'll be back by the middle of the next period. If you're badly hurt, see Mr.Ackerman in room 203. If not, just sit tight! Feel free to take up the beds.

Thank you,

Ms.Ral

Eren had turned to you with shining green eyes, "Since no one's here, I guess I'll have to keep you company. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

There was something claustrophobic about how Eren stood in front of the door as if to signify to get out of here, you had to get through him.

"Maybe I can get Mr.Ackerman..."

Eren's sudden bout of laughter makes you wince and retreat inside of yourself, "For what? A fake headache? You really wanna inconvenience him like that? Mr.Ackerman?"

You take slow steps backward until the back of your knees hit the school bed, making you stumble as you clumsily take a seat. Eren's been marching forward with every retreating step you took, and it's no surprise when he pushes you down the bed, strong hands on the side of your head, while his muscular legs force your thighs apart so he can settle himself in between.

"We have some time to kill, you know." Strands of dark hair fall into his eyes, and without thinking, you reach upwards to brush them aside.

He grips your wrist before you make it that far, nearly gritting out a "What are you doing?"

You just stare, not really knowing why that was your impulse either. Finally, you mouth out, "I want you to leave Eren."

The grip on your wrist is tighter than ever, and you very well know that you're going to have new finger-shaped bruises before the old ones even finish healing.

"And I want to stay." He punctuates each word slowly, and all you can think is how being pinned to a bed is much less painful than having the hard surface of wood digging onto your back.

You're fully aware of the heat in your core, and having Eren on top of you doesn't make this it any easier because fuck, he is attractive. Maddeningly so. And maybe you want him to go away so bad because you're afraid that if his fingers are caught inside of you, you'll thank him for it.

As if reading your mind, he lets go of your wrist (making a mental note of your sluggish movements and slipping resistance) and massages your warm hole from your panties.

"Eren please" You grit out. He merely chuckles, "What are you asking for, whore?"

You could feel tears threatening to fall. This was so embarrassing. Did you want this? Yes, yes. yes, yes. You were so wet right now and had enough of the teasing.

He alternated his kneading from slow and soft to fast and rough, and you couldn't help but let out the prettiest little moans Eren's ever heard. Since you lose all pretenses of resistance, his other hand roughly brushes against your hardened nipples, straining against the fabric of your shirt.

Okay, he decided. He's going to make you beg.

"Beg." It's announced like a command, and while you hear it, you don't really register it because your hips are busy chasing the heat, and it's all too much of an utter disappointment when his long thin fingers leave.

"I said beg slut."

"Eren, please, please. I need you so bad." You're blubbering and you don't care. You just want his pretty fingers to shove aside your panties and rub against your folds. You think back to the library, how wet you were, how the stupid fucking phone call from his coach interrupted him pumping his fingers inside of you. And you didn't know if you were happy or mad he left. But now, all you crave is the blissful wave of pleasure- the very pleasure he's been denying you.

Eren looks down at you, green eyes scrutinizing. After a long while of what it seems to be him just staring, he wipes his fingers on your skirt, brushes back his hair with a wayward hand.

"Looks like I should head back to class. See you later."

Too numb to say anything, you watch him leave with a smirk on his face. When you're sure he's walked away, you curl into yourself and cry.

[ethanharli]

Requested: On Tumblr; May I ask for a Giyuu x male!Reader smut? Perhaps the reader being a little rough with Giyuu please?

Pairing(s): Giyuu Tomioka x Top Male Reader.

Warning(s): NSFW/SMUT, Bottom Tomioka, Energetic reader, Choking, Slight dirty talk and degradation, Hair pulling, ✨ Aftercare. ✨

DNI; if you use she/her pronouns.

A/n- I'm such a slut for this man smh

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I couldn't help but smile brightly when I saw Tomioka a little ways away from me, we were assigned a mission a couple of days ago to a quiet town in the east, where a demon has been taking young drunks and since I got here a day or so before him I made sure to look around and get familiar with the area. So I gently tapped my index and middle fingers together as we approached each other, seeing the slightest of smiles tug at his lips once he saw me, "[Y/n], you burned Wisteria incense?" He asked, now looking up at me with his usual stoic expression and all I could do is let out a small 'Mm-hm!' With a quick nod and a wide grin, not being able to speak much due to my damaged vocal cords. So taking a step closer I leaned down besides his ear not noticing the sudden stillness of his body as I spoke, "Should give us a bit more time to search around" My now deep and raspy voice wasn't something I had gotten used to yet, and it didn't help that I couldn't speak any louder then a whisper. However I did catch the small hitch in his breath, causing me to frown a bit as I pulled away and looked at him, his face was flushed and his lips were slightly parted, his gaze was fixated on the ground and I could finally see just how still he was standing.

It was only when I pressed the back of my hand to his forehead that he finally looked back up at me with slightly widened eyes. "You're warm, maybe you're sick?" My throat slowly started to itch again and I had to resist the urge to scratch at the scar along my throat. It was quiet concerning though, Tomioka has been getting warm like this a lot recently, I've tried to ask others about it to but they would just give me a knowing smile and tell me everything's alright, but that didn't stop me from worrying. I'm pretty sure it started around the time I was at the butterfly estate since Shinobu was helping me with my throat and damaged vocal cords. "Maybe you should sit this one out, I don't want you getting hurt" The worry in my tone was clear, but Tomioka simply took my hand in his and leaned up to place a gentle kiss on my cheek before pulling away, "I'm fine [Y/n], now let's go look around."

Stubborn bastard.

I couldn't help but sigh and follow after him, not wanting him to get lost since he's only just arrived. So while it was still light out I showed him all the important places where the demon might be hiding or might target next, taking an occasional look around at all the Wisteria incense I put out to see how much longer we had left and finally talking with some of the residence here, which luckily didn't end to badly since Tomioka had to do most of the talking. Nevertheless we eventually came up with a plan, "So we're going to tail a drunk?" I asked, looking at Tomioka with a slightly disapproving glare, not really wanting to use a towns-person as bait and I could tell that Tomioka new what I was thinking when he rested his hand on my shoulder, looking up at me with those beautiful dark blue eyes that practically own me at this point. "I won't let them get hurt, I promise" Even though he sounded confident I still held my doubts, but with a heavy sigh I traced the back my fingers along his jawline, pulling him in for a sweet but gentle kiss, "You're lucky I love you cause if it were anyone else I'd probably strangle them for even suggesting this idea."

I could practically feel the way my heart fluttered at his sudden chuckle, the sound of it so foreign since he rarely ever shows emotions, and I couldn't help but pull him back for another quick kiss, before heading off to my station, "Stay safe." It was the only thing I could hope for as I stood at the back of the bar, I was thankful that there was only one due to it being a small town but that didn't make the situation any less dangerous. The incense finally wore off as the stars danced across the midnight sky, while I sat myself down on the roof, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious or even just someone leaving and so far everything seemed alright, until a shadow flickered from the corner of my eye.

In one swift movement I drew my blade and slashed it at the demon who managed to jump out of the way just in time, now standing from my seated position I narrowed my eyes at the ugly bastard, "So you're the one that's been eating all these people?" I asked calmly, trying to raise my voice a little higher so I could be heard, and I couldn't help but raise a brow in confusion from the way she suddenly swayed, a deep blush now coating her grayish complexion. "It's a pity your a Demon slayer, with a voice like that I'd love to have you in my bed" I couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable about her suggestive tone and lustful gaze, but something in the back of my mind nagged at me. So trying to brush it off I rushed at her, dodging any hit she sent my way while she managed to dodge my attacks as well, "Sorry lady but I already got a lover, and I don't plan on letting you live tonight." Her smirk only seemed to grow at my words, as I closed in on her, hoping she wouldn't notice the way I was backing her into a corner, "Then they must be real slut for you hm? Wanting nothing more than to get off to deep voice of yours-"

Blood splattered onto my cheek and clothes as I cut off her head, "Demon or not, no one talks about my lover that way" I sneered slowly feeling my anger subside as I watched her burn away. Though I couldn't deny the fact that her words got me thinking, and eventually led me to connecting the dots about Tomioka's recent actions. So when the male appeared beside me with worried eyes I couldn't help but smile and nod my head before sheathing my blade, I also convinced him to stay the night with me since we've been away from one another for so long, and maybe for the fact that I wanted to figure something out.

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I didn't bother to dry my hair as I walked into our shared room, spotting Tomioka sitting on his futon with a book in hand, gently flipping through the pages as I made my way over to him, "[Y/n]?" Ignoring the call of my name I happily moved myself between his legs while pushing him onto his back so that I could rest my head on his abdomen. "It's been so long.. Since we've last seen each other" I mumbled softly, wrapping my arm around his waist so that I could hold him closer against me, while my other hand slipped under his robe and gently traced small circles along his skin, smiling when I heard a sigh of content slip past his lips. However I couldn't help but trail my hand up higher as I lifted myself onto my knees, looking down into Tomioka's slightly widened eyes with a small smirk tugging at my lips.

"And it's been even longer.. Since I heard those pretty moans of yours" I could feel the way his body shivered under my fingertips and it only caused my smirk to grow as I attached my lips to the base of his neck, dragging my teeth and tongue along his pale skin, not wanting to leave a single place untouched while my hands opened up his robe. Gently tracing my fingers along his toned abdomen and pushing my thumbs against his hardened nipples, as I bit into his shoulder, drinking in the way he moaned my name with a choked gasp. "[Y-Y/n].." The way my name rolled off his tongue nearly caused me to growl as I captured his lips with my own, dragging my tongue along his lower lip before I took it between my teeth, giving it a soft tug. While my hands traveled down to his pants, slowly pressing my fingers under the band as I pushed my tongue past his parted lips, slowly losing myself to the taste of him as he pressed his hips against my own.

"Now now baby, there's no need to rush" I whispered against his lips as I slipped off his pants, noticing the fact he wasn't wearing any undergarments and the way his cock slowly started to leak pre-cum. "Already? I barley even touched you" The teasing tone of my voice forced a whimper past his throat as I wrapped my fingers around his cock, pressing my thumb against the slit and smearing his pre-cum around it before licking it off my fingers. "[Y-Y/n] please" I couldn't help but drag my tongue along my upper lip before leaning down to kiss along his jawline, threading my fingers through his soft black hair. Tightening my grip I yanked his head back, "Ah-!" His sudden moan caused my heart to thump and my core to tighten, reminding me of the uncomfortable erection in my pants while starring into those beautiful dark blue eyes of his.

"Now be a good boy and suck" I growled, pressing my fingers to his slightly parted lips as he wrapped his hands around my wrist and wrapped his tongue around my middle finger, skillfully coating my fingers in his saliva and I couldn't help but press the pad of my finger against the back of his tongue, hearing him gag a bit as he stuck out his tongue and looked up at me with a hazy gaze. "Absolutely stunning" I breathed out, instantly moving my hand so I could capture his lips with my own, feeling our noses slightly bump against each others as I took his lower lip between my teeth and trailed my hand down to his entrance, carefully circling my finger around the rim. "Are you ready?" I asked, looking into his eyes for a brief moment, waiting for his consent, "Yes- Please hurry.." He whimpered out as I nodded, slowly pushing my finger in so I wouldn't hurt him.

His soft moans and gasps caused a slow heat to rise to my face as I pushed in another finger, moving them in a scissoring motion to make sure he's stretched out enough to ensure I wouldn't hurt him, "Hah! F-Fuck, [Y/n] pl-please just fuck me!" I couldn't deny his pleading tone and immediately went to pull off my clothes, throwing them off into some other part of the room as Tomioka wrapped his legs around my hips, causing my cock to rub against his entrance. A low whimper slipped past his lips while I hooked one hand behind his knee, pushing his leg towards his chest as I positioned myself at his entrance, looking into his eyes for a brief moment before slowly pushing it. "Ngh- Hah!" The sound of his moans and the way his walls quickly tightened around me caused a low gutteral goan to rip past my throat, and I couldn't help but bring my hand up to wrap around his throat, as I've done many times before, watching as his pale skin turned a deeper shade of red as he wrapped his hands around my wrist.

"Damn, such a slut for me aren't you?" I smirked, fully pushing myself into him as I dug my fingers into the sides of his neck, making sure not to press against his throat as I began to rock my hips, searching for that one spot that always had him trembling beneath me, "Hah- Ah, [Y/n]!" Ah, there it is. Loosening my grip on his neck I pounded into him, aiming for his prostate as his moans and whimpers echoed throughout the room, my name rolling off his tongue like a prayer, causing my core tighten from the sound and the addicting way his walls tightened around me with each thrust. "Fuck.. You feel so good baby" I practically growled out the words through panted breaths, leaning down to press sloppy open mouth kisses along his shoulder as he desperately tightened his grip on my hips, "I'm, I'm going to-" His body began to tremble under me as he looked up at me with hazy eyes and a silent plead. "Go ahead baby, cum for me" Digging his nails into my wrist he came on his lower stomach as I quickly came after him, heavy pants slipping past both our parted lips as I pressed a gentle kiss against the newly formed bruise on his neck before reaching for the towel I was supposed to use to dry my hair an hour ago.

"Giyuu, are you okay?" I asked while cleaning us both off, noticing the way he was practically half-asleep already. "Yeah, just a bit sore.. But it was worth it" Not wanting to embarrass him I merely nodded my head, pretending I didn't hear that last bit as I laid down beside him, pulling the cover over our bare bodies. However I couldn't help but smile as he snuggled against my chest while I gently traced small circles on his hip.

"I love you.."

"I love you too Giyuu."

[sweettodo]

deceive.

armin arlert x female reader.

to deceive [de-ceive] - “it is often done for personal gain or advantage”

includes : mind break, loss of virginity, manipulation, dubcon, some dacryphilia.

a / n, happy sunday, thank for for 1,000 followers !

wc : 2.5k

Armin and Eren, an infamous friendship, tied at the hip. They're a devilish pair, and they do an unduly job at hiding it too.

Women who have slipped under their spell- their friends around them left thinking 'what happened to her?' after having been sucked in, tossed around, and spit out, left behind to pick up the mutilated fragments of her heart. She'll never be the same.

And even worse, the flocks of daughters who fall head over heels for the dangerous blonde, and the evil brunette- who never seem to slip away before they wound the wretched girls that found themselves wrapped around their fingers. But Eren and Armin will never feel any guilt for their behavior, especially when they can't get enough of the delicious taste of a woman's tears.

Armin knew how to captivate you- instantly Eren too, but how were you expected to know that they were playing you right into their palms? A sweet little compliment about your short summer dress one day after your lecture left you reciting the brief conversation for the rest of the day and the following night. Eren stood next to him, hands in his pockets with a complacent grin on his face, making you shrink, feeling minuscule and bewildered with the two in front of you. That’s when it all started.

Not to mention, that's how they preferred their toys, modest, quiet, and easy to break. Just like you. And as if it were a package deal, you're a tight little virgin, this was laughable to the two- this was going to be ever so simple. You were a priceless doll.

Both men had an unholy God complex, placed on a pedestal, and there was absolutely no way they were coming down.

You knew only a little about the two, but they were able to get under your skin with ease, you were now their little plaything, always sandwiched between the two, being teased as they tried to loosen you up, flicking up your skirt or pinching your sides, "y'know us, princess, no need to act so shy n’ scared." Eren coos, petting your head, you scowl, looking at Armin, who's beside his friend, his hand on your waist.

“Guyss, ” you dragged, “stop messing with me!”

Armin took a particular liking towards you, but he knew it wouldn't be as easy to knock your walls down, unlike some others.

You thought about the blue-eyed sweetheart throughout the day since you had met him, mindlessly writing scribbles on the notepad in front of you; your professor rambling as all you thought about was how Armin made you feel beautiful, how cute he thought you were. In just a few minutes of meeting him, he had you fixed, and he knew that soon, you'd be demanding more, and soon, you would need him to praise you again and again.

"She's pretty cute, you like her?" The first time they had seen you, they knew they had to have you.

Armin had hummed in agreement, abandoning his bag on the bed, "yeah," sitting at his desk, "seems awfully quiet though, gotta' break her out of her shell."

He deemed you to be just like him, gentle and pure, and all Armin needed to do was show you how much potential you had. Look at you- you're too shut out, you're too sheltered, girls like you should be compelled to have Armin come and teach you the right way to do things. He knew, that deep down, you yearned to be taught, and he is so good at taking care of delicate girls like you.

You were Armin's, God- he was going to take such good care of you. He was going to corrupt you and make it so that it would be incapable of letting a day go by without the thought of him leaving his mark on you. You'd be thinking about him every second of the day.

Eren and Armin planned it out accordingly, making sure it was just going to be Armin and you in his dorm, so by the time you got there one late afternoon, it was just going to be you two.

You sat so pretty on the edge of his bed, a textbook in your lap as you studied, you and your tiny little shorts- it pissed him off. Walking around campus, walking past him, enticing every man that laid eyes on you, and you couldn't even throw him a bone? Stingy.

He couldn't settle for the fact that you'd never be the one to make the first move, but no- don't take it personally, it was okay, he liked being in control anyways.

Caught by surprise, watching the sweet little blonde remove the textbook off your lap suddenly and get in your face, wrapping his big, soft, and veiny hand around your throat, ridiculing you for being a loser virgin.

“You think guys are gonna want an inexperienced girl like you?” first he wants to break you down. Make you feel like you're alone, and in the wrong for keeping your innocence.

“Have you even had your first kiss?” he taunts, “it’s okay, that's why you're here.” Stroking the side of your face, you're gasping for air as he squeezes your juggler enough to make your eyeballs throb. Now, he wants you to know that the only man that'll touch you is going to be him. Because no one else wants to.

You're trembling, hurt by his sharp insults, he was right, no one was going to touch you; you're tragic, it's pitiful- really, “you want me to help you?” he releases his grip around your now, tender neck, “you want me to teach you?”

You didn't respond, he becomes irritated, “no one likes a prude, you're lucky I'm even helping you.” your self-esteem shatters, he was right. He was right. He was right.

“I'm sorry, Armin.”

Good, you're so good, even when he's tormenting you like you're nothing more than scum, no other girl would apologize after being called a prude, this means it's working. His cock was begging to be set free from his pants, he needed to rip you open. Now.

“Have you ever seen a cock? Touched one?” he seethes, your face scrunching in distaste, looking down at your lap in humiliation. He makes you look at him, “come on, answer.”

You shake your head, “no, I haven't.” He chuckles, what would your first reaction be? To seeing his cock, would it be shocked, excitement?

“You need me, right?”

“I do, I do! Armin!” he smiles, look at you- so willing to be taught by the one and only.

He knows you have no clue what to do, so he makes sure you're going to be completely prepared for him, “lie on your back,” he instructs, you follow direction, he steps in between your legs, taking off his shirt in the process, “open those legs, okay?”

You hold open your legs per his demand, he gets on his knees, elbows on the bed, “you're going to get nice as wet for me before I fuck you, does that sound good?” he wants to give you a step by step, but he's not that selfless, he just really wants to release a hot load in your cunt and send you on your way. He was conflicted.

Nodding, Armin is hooking his index and middle fingers around the waistband of your cheeky panties and pulling them down slowly, your pretty little pussy glistening in his face, stuffing the fabric in his back pocket for keeps.

You're embarrassed, covering your face in shame as he hums at the sight of your pussy, “don't be shy, let me see your face.”

Uncovering your face, he smiles, praising you for listening to him, “good, now watch me eat that pretty pussy of yours.” The vulgar language sliding off his tongue throws you into a loop, making you dizzy as he wastes no time to begin to devour you. Scissoring your folds with his two fingers, spreading you open and kitten-licking stripes up to your sensitive clit, flicking the muscle against your swollen folds and futtering cunt.

Leg quivering, fingers grilling his scalp, he slides his middle finger into your cunt, hooking upwards as he already knows right where all the sweet spots are, your moans music to his ears, “didn't know the shy girl could be so noisy,” he claims, occasionally slipping his finger out of your hole and rubbing in the slick that he catches seeping from your cunt.

Quite frankly, he didn't even care about letting you reach your orgasm. He just needed to play up the front, it’s not every day that there's a girl like you at a college... So he needed to savor the taste, and the feeling of a tight cunt like yours squeezing his finger.

You're crying, he loves it, he loves your crimson cheeks, the tears spilling from your waterline. Your back raising from the bed, he's there to hold it down, keeping you still, he mustn’t let a drop of your slick escape from his mouth.

“‘Bet you wish that you did this earlier,” a pop coming from his mouth as he sucks each finger clean of your slick, you're trying to catch your breath. Stunned, dizzy.

He leans down, wet fingers squeezing and rolling your perk nipple, kissing your lips, your juices tainting your tastebuds. The kiss only lasts a moment or two, before he's back to ridiculing you, “is that what you say when someone eats you out?” you groan, shutting your eyes.

“Thank you, A-Armin.”

His ears jump, his ego could not have been fulfilled enough, his body tingling and weak from your choice of words, he didn't necessarily mean to thank him- but Jesus, he was not complaining, “good, you're such a good girl, guess what I'm going to do next?” He sputters, frantically unbuttoning his jeans, his cock hurt so bad, it was throbbing, begging to be released from his tight jeans.

“Fuck me?” you whisper? Mortified to even say the words, he needed you to say it, he needed you to loosen up, for him.

“Yes- yes, good,” Armin’s so high off lust, he doesn't care about you, he doesn't care about how bad it's going to hurt, and he doesn't care about how you'll want to scream and cry, he just needs to see those crystal-like tears and your pussy leaking with his cum.

You're trembling, watching him pull down his pants and his cock spring out, he needs to make sure you appreciate how big he is. Grabbing you by the hair and making you look at his cock close up as you squirm uncomfortably, body folding as he holds you still, “what's this, tell me.” He sneers, his tip barely touching the tip of your nose.

“I-it’s, your cock, it's your cock, Armin.”

“Guess where it's going?” he was losing control, his act of the nice guy slipping from his fingers- but it was okay, you didn't know the difference, you were clueless.

“In me.” You whined, he releases his grip on your head, falling backward, he's grabbing you from under your thighs and yanking you towards the edge of the bed, gasping, “b-be gentle! Please, Armin!”

“You want me to be gentle? After you went around teasing me for so long?”

“Do you think that’s fair to me? I mean- you’ve teased so many guys- fucking cock tease.” He spits, you swallow, your throat dry.

“B-but,”

Lining his tip up with your entrance, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your tit, he slides in without warning, “big girls take cock and don't complain, think you can do that?”

Your head flies back, head spinning as he slides his cock into you, the pain of Armin tearing you in half, you try to listen to his harsh demands, “h-hurts, it hurts Armin.”

One ear and out the other, he focuses on his cock disappearing in your deep pussy, walls clenching, desperately trying to kick his thick cock out, your folds decorating the base of his cock, clenching around him so hard it was nearly impossible for him to pull back and fuck back into you, “shh, I'll loosen you up- fuck- this cunt is so tight, can't fit it all.”

Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he’s finally able to get past the first thrust, the sweat already dripping from his chest as he struggles to move his cock, you're crying, begging him to be gentle, “it hurts, it hurts,” he mocks, “what did I say?”

While his cock thrusts back into you, stripping you of all humanity, forcing you to repeat what he told you before, “say it, or else I don't help you.”

“Big girls take cock- don’t complain, I'm a big girl Armin, ‘swear!” you plead, “‘need you to teach me, please.” He’s gripping your legs, nails breaking the skin, you're wailing as his cock knocks back and forth into you; your tongue lolling out, saliva spilling as all of your holes leak.

He occasionally wipes your tears with his thumb, then making you suck his thumb to taste the salty liquid of his sweat and your tears, he grunts, moans slipping past his lips, “that's why you're here, with me.” What a blatant lie, he wasn’t going to teach you anything.

Your pussy is so good, it makes him drunk, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Your ribbed walls sucking him so well, your pussy is so noisy, he tries so hard to focus, but he can't. He slams into you, his strong hips making your tits bounce and your hair become matted from underneath your head. Legs unable to stay upright as he fucks them numb, the pain since subsided from the first thrust, besides the pain of his tip drilling into the entrance of your cervix.

God- he's so close, so close so close, he can feel it, he knows you're close too, he's feeling generous, so he’s going to let you cum, going to let you bathe his thick cock with your cream, “do you think big girls get to cum? Y’think you deserve it?” he prods, breath fanning your face and tits, making your nipples grow hard again.

“Can I? Can I cum please?” you beg, looking at him with those red, glossy, and precious eyes of yours.

“Of course you can- for being so good, y’learn a lot? Princess?” he interrogates, being as it is, hard enough to sputter out words, you're trying to lick up the drool off your swollen lips.

You nod, screwing your eyes shut, sure, you had orgasms before, but not by a man, and definitely not by a man like Armin, “y-yes, G-God, s’big, love it!”

Relentlessly, he angles his body downwards, skin slapping rapidly as he chases his orgasm, his hair falling in front of his sweaty face, his once, cerulean eyes now a dark and lustful blue, staring daggers into you. His pubic hair beating your tender clit, sending you into orbit.

Crying out his name, body convulsing as he rips an orgasm out of your body, feeling his cock easily slide in and out of you; you had never felt so full, so stuffed.

His hips pounding against yours, you shook as he fucked you through your orgasm, “look at all this cum- fuck- so messy, princess.”

Too fucked out to speak, incoherent words filling the room as his hips rutted mercilessly, thrusts becoming rugged and messy, moaning, his nails digging deeper into your legs as he releases his load into you. Cock twitching as you tried pathetically to fill your lungs with much-needed oxygen, he fucked every ounce of air out of you.

A few minutes had passed, Armin on his back next to you as he tries to catch his breath as well, he had never fucked pussy so good, he couldn't even think straight.

Your pussy sopping, leaking cum as the blonde is slipping his, now, soft cock in his boxers, “need help?” he offers, watching you sit up, replying with a quiet ‘yes please’ he hums, smug look enveloping his face.

“Big girls are supposed to know how to put their pants on.”

*

Practically limping home, and without your underwear, you felt soaked, you looked a mess, but luckily had escaped any type of questioning from your peers.

Unlocking the door to your dorm room, you slip in and finally relax, dropping on your bed and letting your legs rest, ready to fall asleep the second your head hit the pillow.

But before you did that, figuring to remind him to bring you your panties tomorrow, you reached for your phone, unlocking it and heading to your messages, tapping on ‘Armin’, sending him a text.

‘Can I have my underwear back? Tomorrow.’

You hadn't noticed the message never delivered, just dropping your phone on the bed and falling asleep.

Thing was, the message was never delivered, and both Eren and Armin never talked to you again, never even as little as looking in your direction.

[the-broken-truth]

The Lion of House Dimitrescu

Summary: During a meeting with Mother Miranda & the other lords, Alcina learns of a strange captive in her brother's care - he has the body of a human but humans don't have horns nor ears & tails that resemble lions. Just what is he and what is Alcina's interest in him?

Pairing: Lady Alcina Dimitrescu x Male Lion Demon (Leo)

Leul meu - My Lion

Cereți și voi livra, Doamna mea - Ask and I shall deliver, My Lady

"I'm telling you, Mother Miranda - we have to get rid of him. He's costing me Lycans." The voice of that fool - Heisenberg - was the first thing Alcina heard as she made it to the Meeting Grounds and took her seat; all the other lords were present, as well as their matriarch/mother - Mother Miranda.

"What has he done now, Heisenberg?" Mother Miranda asked as she looked in Fourth Lord's direction.

"Just last night - that creature slaughter another 5 of my Lycans without even moving for where he stood; with a flick of his claw, he tore open their bellies like scissors through ribbons. I can't keep hold him - not like I'm really holding him, to begin with; he can easily break out of his bindings but he just choices not to because 'it's not worth his time.'." Heisenberg said as he leaned back into his chair with a tired exhale.

"Sounds like someone is giving you a run for your coin, Karl." Angie chuckled as she clapped from her position on Donna's Lap, Heisenberg snarled at the doll as he forced his hammer into his hand.

"Keep that damn doll quiet, Donna, or I'll turn it into a porcelain pile!" He growled.

"Meanie!" Angie squealed as she scooched closer to Donna.

"Silence!" Mother Miranda echoed out as she threw her hands up and her 6 wings fanned out - silencing the siblings. "Now - we shall discuss like adults what shall do about this creature; it's not something you would see every day and thus it will not be killed." Mother Miranda began before Karl interrupted her.

"With all due respect, Mother Miranda, it's not that we 'shouldn't' kill - it's that we 'can't' kill it. I sent a fuck-ton of metal through its chest before it fell, only to revive itself." Karl said as he looked at his mother.

"Mother Miranda - what is this 'creature' that you and Heisenberg keep referring to?" Alcina said as she took one long swing from her cigarette before resting the hand that held it on her armrest.

"Heisenberg has come in possession of a creature - it looked like a mortal man so he sent his lycans after it but it easy cut them all down. Once Heisenberg managed to capture it - it was revealed that this creature wasn't mortal at all; it possessed the ears and tail of a lion, as well as the fangs, claws, and power of one." Mother Miranda explained.

"And the horns - don't forget the fucking horns." Karl said as he exhaled again.

"If this creature is so strong - then how was Heisenberg able to capture it?" Alcina asked.

"The fucker allowed itself to get caught - when I asked it, it told me 'wasting my strength on your pathetic brood isn't worth it. I'll go with you and see just what you can offer me.' - then it followed me back to the factory and it stayed there...until it got bored or my lycans got ballsy and got their asses killed." Karl explained.

"Where is the creature now? At your deathtrap of a factory?" Alcina asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No - I brought the fucking monster here. Like I said - I'm not taking it back with me; I lost more than 25% of my lycans dealing with that fucking thing." Karl said with a hiss.

"Now that you are all caught up - we need to decide what we can do with the creature. Heisenberg refuses to house it any longer - which is understandable."

"Thank you, Mother Miranda." Karl took an exhale of relief.

"Donna has always backed out of housing the creature in fear of it breaking her dolls. That would leave Moreau and Alcina. Out of the two of them - I think would be best if Alcina housed the creature." Mother Miranda said.

"You would wish a beast to roam in my castle?" Alcina asked.

"As Heisenberg stated before - it is well behaved. It acts mortal but with far more strength and a few unseen abilities." Mother Miranda said.

"As much as I hate to admit it - the damn thing knows how to cook and damn good too. If it wasn't so damn destructive, I would have kept it for the food." Karl said.

"Is that so? Well - I was looking for a new cooking staff. If this is what you wish, Mother Miranda - I shall house the creature." Alcina said.

"Perfect. Heisenberg - collect the creature and bring it here." Miranda ordered as she pointed down the hall where the creature was being held. Heisenberg groaned as he rose from his seat and grabbed his hammer and disappeared down the hall.

Everyone waited and watched the hall until they heard a few things: the sounds of chains rattling, then the sound of Heisenberg yelling 'Get your fucking hands off me!'...then they watched as Heisenberg came flying out the shadows and crashed into the pue he was sitting on; laying there, groaning in pain.

All these were on the shadows and they widened as another figure came out of the shadows: He was built with muscles as if he was sculpted - his skin was like light bronze, riddled with scars and wounds that healed up over time - his eyes were dark blue, deeper than a raw sapphire - his hair was short, didn't even go past his hairline but it was free all over his head. True to Heisenberg's word: There were lion ears that matched his hair color perched atop his head, as well as a tail of the same color that swayed by his ankles; what's more on his hair line were two black goat-like horns where the tips pointed in the direction of the back of his head. And if that wasn't enough, he was tall.

By tall - they meant giant.

And by giant - they meant HE WAS THE SAME HEIGHT AS ALCINA!!!

The giant wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes but he was wearing dark grey baggy pants made of cloth that were tied around his waist with a cloth belt, tied at his side. His hands here bound before him as he glared down at the groaning Fourth Lord.

"I've warned you thrice, Heisenberg, and you didn't heed my warnings. I told you not to grab my tail to try to make me move at your desired pace." The stranger growled as his long lion swayed at his heels.

"That doesn't mean you throw me like trash, you damn freak!" Karl yelled as he pushed himself off the ground.

"If you didn't want to be treated like trash, then don't behave like trash." The man rolled his eyes as he looked at Miranda and the other lords - the massive man bowed his head with his eyes closed.

"Please do forgive me for destroying your stuff, Madam Miranda; but I refuse to act like an animal." The stranger said - respect dripping for each of his words.

"You...You are excused this first time but only this time - do not let it happen again." Miranda said as she collected her composer.

"Of course. I was informed you decided on my fate." the man said.

"Yes." Miranda began as she gestured her hand in Alcina's direction - making the First Lord stand. "This is Lady Alcina Dimitrescu - Lord of the Castle Dimitrescu. She will be your new keeper; I expect you to treat her with respect and listen to her words." Miranda said as Alcina walked up to the man who could stand up to her - literally.

"So - you are the one who has been giving that fool such a hard time. You're not exactly what I imagined." Alcina said as she waved her cigarette in his direction - he was not affected by the smoke.

"If you don't mind me asking - just what were you expecting, Lady Dimitrescu? I pray you weren't expecting a grotesque, uncontrollable monster." The man said with a raised eyebrow.

"In a way, Leul meu. But I am happy to announce you are better looking than I thought. I wonder what else you are capable of." Alcina said with a smile.

"Well." He smirked as he grabbed Alcina's other hand gently with his bound hands and brought them to his lips. "Cereți și voi livra, Doamna mea." He placed a gentle but burning kiss on Alcina's knuckles. The two of them smiled like cats who just devoured canaries as they looked into each others' eyes.

"What name do you go by?" Alcina asked with a purr.

"My name is Leo, My Lady." He purred back and kissed her knuckles again.

[anystalker707]

Spicy horror

Pairing: Frank x [fem] Reader Word count: ~ 4 000 Genre: Smut / Fluff Summary: It's Halloween, and (y/n) and Frank finally confess their crushes to each other when binge watching horror movies on Frank's place. Kind of content: Praising / Protected / Oral

Requested by @thisisjustforrequestingfanfics (can't tag you, sorry hhh my T*mblr is acting weird)

a/n - I'm sorry that I coudn't proofread, I might do it soon; I was supposed to be asleep rn

"You're just annoying, old man," I tease with a grin. "But don't whine or else you'll ruin the makeup!" I continue spreading the white concealer over his face, careful to get it on the corners around his nose and around his eye, though not to irritate his eyes.

"No, fuck you," Frank groans, his face twitching to suppress any expression. "Why can't we watch it again tonight? They're the best movies! And stop calling me old man, it's just my birthday! I'm not decomposing or anything!" Despite his words, he smiles, opening his eyes once I pull away, leaning back against the chair of the desk – I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I agree." I grab the eyeshadow palette from the desk and move closer to him again. "TCM is a great series and all, but can we not watch it for a single week? It's your birthday and we can watch literally any horror movie! And it can be special, like, not something we've watched a thousand times already to the point we already know most of the lines." I glare before motioning for him to close his eyes.

Frank sighs grumpily, leaning his head back. "What are you planning on, then? Alien? Jaws?" He lets out a weird cry when I slap the side of his head lightly, though he is soon chuckling.

"And then you complain when I say how annoying you are!" I spread the dark eyeshadow over his eyes, humming. "It's been a while since we've watched The Howling, Evil Dead, House of Wax. I mean, 'm not gonna complain if we decide on Alien and Jaws either." He hums, pouting. "Don't worry, you're still my favorite old man." I press a kiss to his head.

"I hate you," he laughs.

After a little bit of fake blood and retouching on my makeup, the two of us are leaving Frank's house to go to school, waving his mother goodbye. We don't look like what most of the kids will go dressed up as – not putting enough effort nor choosing the same themes as the jocks and popular people and not invisible enough just to throw on whatever in a black theme. Frank looks like a chill vampire with Bela Lugosi's Dracula references, though still looking like a punk, while I decided on one of my favorite characters. Nothing too extra, but still in the vibe.

"You look ridiculous with that hair slicked back." I kick one of the pebbles on the sidewalk. "I prefer the hedgehog or whatever it is in the normal state."

"I honestly feel like I could kill someone just from biting their jugular off." He grins, throwing his nose in the air – I can't help but to chuckle; he's adorable. "But not gonna be anyone from school, they're not worth it neither their blood would taste good." He twists his mouth. "I feel like most I'd get would be booze, botox and steroids."

"Damn," I snort, "awfully accurate. You're gonna starve, sorry."

Frank pouts, looking down, but a smirk soon tugs on his lips as he takes a step closer. "But you're not that bad, baby, you know?"

"Oh, fuck off!" I roll my eyes, clicking my tongue. "You just want to get in my jugular!"

Both of us burst out in chuckles and our conversation eventually dies down when we walk past the gates to inside the school, replaced by jokes at other people's costumes, sometimes needing to hold onto each other from laughter.

We walk into the first class, already a bit late, but all it does is to attract everyone's attention the moment we step in.

"Ridiculous, as always," some girl mutters under her breath. Funny.

Frank wraps a hand around the length of the coat to stupidly bring it to cover the lower part of his face, looking around with narrowed eyes then wide ones. "I smell not just a lot of blood here," he says in a low and raspy voice, "but also stupidity!" He points at the girl judgingly, making her twist her mouth disgusted.

"I hope Freddy Krueger visits you tonight," I say when walking past her, patting her shoulder. A scream comes from her when noticing the fake blood stain I leave behind on her white outfit, having Frank and I chuckling on our way to the back.

No one really pays attention to the classes – it's Halloween, we're even in stupid clothes and anxious for whatever is going to happen later in the day, so the teacher doesn't even bother scolding Frank and I for talking nonstop in the back of the classroom. To be honest, I think only the goody two shoes are actually doing something, sometimes turning around to glare at the others.

"Okay, okay, shut up for a minute!" I tell Frank, taking a look at the messy words over my notebook to check if I forgot to write something down. "We've got The Howling, Alien, Evil Dead, House of Wax, Dawn of the Dead, Funhouse, Pumpkinhead..."

"Fright Night," Frank continues, "Opera, Cannibal Holocaust, Texas Chainsaw–"

"I said no TCM! Fuck you," I curse, rushing to write everything down, crossing out TCM when I accidentaly write it down.

"Friday the 13th, Poltergeist, Near Dark and Elm Street," he finishes, glaring at me. He hits my shoulder, not enough to hurt. "I'll make you watch TCM with me until you have memorized every single frame of it!"

"Your TCM phase will have died down by then!" I twist my mouth bitterly. "Sorry to kill the hype, baby!" I throw my nose in the air with a chuckle at his sulky manners. He furrows his eyebrows, sucking in a breath for words he never really gets to say. "And we still got to watch all these goth movies and shows lying around! Do you think it was easy finding the 60s Addams family show on DVD? Or that one Frankenstein version on cassette." Okay, the last one was easy to find in a yard sale, but still, it was just luck.

"Okay, mommy, please just don't punish me," Frank says with a groan and a fake moan. I stare at him as he's not able to contain his laughter before starting to hit him with the notebook.

"Too bad you're not a good boy, hun."

For once, school ends up actually being nice and just because Frank and I were getting in the character sometimes and pissing people off. By lunch, he had pulled on some sunglasses and looked like the stupidest fucker while eating his sandwich and smudging more of the lipstick and fake blood around his lips. At some point, we had pretended to have a fight and pierce the other's chest with a pair of scissors just to squeeze a bag of fake blood at whoever walked by – mostly some of the jocks or plastics. So much fun.

The house is quiet when we arrive back at it, a couple hours after school ended, and we find out, later, a note from Frank's mom apologizing she can't be here during the rest of his birthday, though she's sure he'll have fun with me.

"Imma take a shower," I sigh, pointing upstairs.

"Sure," he hums, looking up from the note for a moment to smile at me.

Thankfully, I always leave some clothes at Frank's place because I'm here far too often and not always have the chance or disposition to go back home and grab some clothes. It doesn't prevent me from stealing his hoodie, however, and walking out of the bathroom without all of that sticky makeup or fake blood is the best thing ever. Later, Frank is the one to go take a shower while I take care of the food he had already started to prepare.

"Much better!" I raise my eyebrows at the sight of Frank with his hair back to normal and only a bit of black makeup smudges the underside of his eyes now.

"Y'know, I never said a single thing about how you looked," he mutters with his brow low, coming to lean against the counter, next to me, "still, you've been attacking me every chance you got!"

"Does it offend you?" I smile.

"No, but it still hurts!" He sniffles, a hand flat against his chest. "I know I'm too badass for you to handle, but you don't need to let it be that clear!"

I look at him from head to foot. "I hate you, y'know that?"

"Love you too, hun!" He grins and moves closer, cupping my face exaggeratedly to peck my cheek before we head upstairs with everything we need.

We turn the lights on to organize everything, soon sitting down against a pile of pillows and with food surrounding us, though most of it is on the bedside tables since Frank, mainly, gets extremely uncomfortable with it falling on the bed. It doesn't matter, though, since the food and half empty cans end up going forgotten halfway through the movie at the same time the chatter dies down and we watch The Evil Dead as if it was the first time.

Some funny part comes on – well, not exactly funny, but enough to make us chuckle quietly – and brings us back to reality, sighing and glancing at each other, adjusting our postures as we'd slid down the pillows.

Frank yawns.

"Already tired?" I tease, poking his shoulder.

"No." He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "Getting tired is for losers." He does glance at the clock on his bedside table, however, and the red glowing numbers say it's six something.

"You're my favorite loser, then." I smirk lightly, exhaling.

Frank's eyebrows knit together as he looks at me, but then rolls his eyes. "Well, duh, of course I am! Who else? I'm the best." He scoots closer until his head is leaning on my shoulder and I can't help but to smile.

"No, I am," I groan, arms wrapped around him.

"I am!" He glares and, at some point, we end up in a wrestling match, pushing each other around the mattress among laughter and curses, which comes to a stop when we start getting too tired and I just let Frank lie down on top of me, head on my chest, still watching the movie. "Do you like anyone, (y/n)?" he asks suddenly. "Like, got a crush?"

Random. Why does he want to know? I mean, I do have a crush, but telling him about it is difficult.

"Um, yeah, I guess, why?" I blink, startled when he suddenly brings himself up on his elbows to stare at me.

"I swear to God I'll hunt them down if you forget about me because of them, do you understand?" Frank presses his forehead to mine. "You're the only one I got, sometimes I'm so worried you'll even leave me for whatever reason."

"What?" I breathe a chuckle, though there's not exactly anything funny here. "Never in my right mind would I do that! And you can't hunt my crush down if my crush is actually you," I laugh in a sudden rush of confidence, which wears out awfully quickly, leaving me lying there and rethinking every life choice.

"Me?" Frank widens his eyes. At the lack of answer, he takes a hold of my collar, straddling my hips. "Did I hear it right? Please, (y/n), (n/n), soulmate? I'm your goddamn crush? For how long?"

I shake my head lightly, shrugging. "Months? A long time."

"And you just told me now?" He cries, forehead pressed to my shoulder. "Slow motherfucker."

"I didn't want you to leave me either, c'mon!" I sigh in defeat, running a hand through his hair. "I remember that time a girl confessed to you and you'd simply vanish whenever she showed up. What if that was with me? I'd not be able to live like this, y'know that."

"Y'know, yeah, seeing it from that point..." Frank shrugs, bringing himself up to face me again. "Still, I wouldn't avoid you like that! Dunno, but it doesn't matter now because you just relieved me of months of suffering. Looking at these pretty lips without being able to kiss it." He furrows his eyebrows, eyes on my lips. "Can I kiss you, tho? Now that we feel stupid for all these months. Damn. At least I feel."

I breathe a chuckle. "Of course! Do you think I wasn't dying to do it either?"

Next thing I know are Frank's lips pressed against mine softly, soon growing firm with confidence. His fingers run along my neck lightly, in a caring manner, dropping to trace my collarbones.

"Also," Frank breathes, pulling away; his face never moves farther than a couple of inches whilst he adjusts his position, lying down beside me on the mattress. "Maybe it's wrong to say and I've always tried to say it in a subtle manner, but–" his eyes meet mine, "–you've got the body of a goddess! Like, dunno, sometimes you comment about not having an 'ideal', skinny body, but you're just so perfect," he groans, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"Frank!" I tap on his back lightly. It's not that I don't like what he said – no, damn, it sends my heart fluttering, this warmth taking over my chest –, but is it really the truth? I didn't think it was possible for anyone to tell me this.

"No, I'm telling the truth!" Frank grins. "Like, your thighs and all. I just want to squeeze and bite you! Not in a bad way, I mean." I must give him a funny look because of how flustered he grows, tongue playing with his lip ring as he looks away. "There's a lot to unpack, fuck, I thought it was obvious how I always sit there gazing at you and shit, but..."

"Likewise." I glare playfully, making him chuckle.

"Y'know–" Frank smiles lazily, "–this is the best birthday I've ever had, by far." He brushes his lips against mine softly, watching me through half lidded eyes. "Never knew you'd actually like me back. Never believed it was possible, to be honest."

"I never cogitated you like me," I breathe.

"Well, okay," he says, "we've already gotten through this. I think we should focus on now."

"I'm not the one who keeps bringing back past thoughts!" I chuckle at how he pouts, scowling funnily.

"Shut up, shut up, I get it!" Frank rolls his eyes and presses his lips to mine before I can say anything, having me smiling against the kiss until returning it, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. Now that we've finally kissed, keeping our lips off each others' feels almost impossible – letting go of each other feels almost impossible. "God fucking damnit," he groans under his breathe, moving to press kisses down my jaw, soon reaching my neck.

A sigh escapes my lips at the kisses, though it turns into quiet pleased sounds at the feeling of his teeth pulling at my skin and sometimes closing around it, sucking on it whilst all I can bring myself to do is tugging onto his hair. Suddenly, however, feeling his hands traveling down to my hips and squeezing them makes me gasp, probably reacting a bit more than I intended.

"What?" Frank pulls away at the same moment, eyes wide. "Did I do something wrong? Please– Damn, I'm so sorry!"

"N-No, no," I finally bring myself into speaking up, feeling my cheeks burn bright red. "I, um, I actually... liked it. A lot. Sorry if I scared you, I just wasn't expecting it. I don't mind, really," I insist as he continues looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"You sure?"

"Yeah!" I smile, bringing him for a quick kiss before he's trailing down my neck again.

Frank's hands go down my body, experimentally at first and then squeezing my hips again, receiving another reaction this time, including just a soft gasp as I push my hips up – a shiver runs down my spine with it, a nice one. Fuck.

"Damn..." Frank breathes, hands running down to my thighs then up again to slide under my shirt. "It's a bit early, maybe–" he shrugs, looking at me, "–but... is it okay if..."

Holy hell. "Of course," I say without thinking much – he continues to stare, so I nod.

"Fuck yeah," he mutters, lips against mine for a few seconds before he's pulling my shirt over my head and the expression on his face carries such admiration that I can't help but to feel embarrassed for a moment. He never lets me cover myself, nonetheless, hands flying to my waist to hold firmly onto it as he's pressing kisses from my stomach to my hip. "No, seriously–" he sits up again, "–how can someone be so perfect?" He seems to be talking mostly to himself, getting rid of his shirt.

"Dunno." I grin. "How does it feel to be so perfect, baby?"

Frank exhales shakily. "You'll be the death of me and I ain't even joking." He presses a kiss to my collarbone, starting to nibble down at the skin again, trailing down to my chest, lips sometimes lingering over my breasts – sure as hell he leaves a few marks behind, considering how invested he gets.

Something tells me he doesn't know what to focus on. His hands never stay in the same place for too long, going down my thighs then trailing up to my waistband, up my torso, and then he repeats it.

"C'mon," I mutter, placing his hands on my waistband. He's a bit hesitant, but quickly undoes the buttons and starts pulling it down – I help him, kicking the pants away in the end.

A string of curses slip past Frank's lips as he quickly gets rid of his jeans too and, when coming back, he kneels down between my legs this time, spreading them apart. Our lips are yet again locked in a kiss, different from the others, more heated up and urgent this time as we hold onto each other. I play with the hair on the back of his neck and tug onto it instead at the feeling of his hands around my ass, groping.

"Frank, damn," I breathe quietly for a second we pull apart and, opposite to earlier, he gets the hint and does it again, humming against my lips. Once he stops groping, his hands just run along my skin, up and down my body, sometimes lingering. The most lovesick look decorates his face when he pulls away. My heart.

I place my hands on Frank's shoulders as I sit up, changing our positions. He observes me with wide eyes and I smile at him before pressing kisses to his neck, leaving behind a hickey before I can go lower and lower until my fingers are around the waistband of his boxers and I pause, looking up at him, and continue after he nods.

Frank's already half hard, a breath hitching in his throat as, after discarding his boxers, I assume my previous position.

Even if it's not the first time I've done that, this nervousness still lies under my skin as I wrap a hand around him, pumping him lightly before wrapping my lips around the head experimentally. He breathes sharply.

Only halfway through it that I allow myself to look up at Frank, pausing for a moment after finding out he's been watching, propped up on his elbows, eyes focused on me and jaw slack, but I don't look away, hollowing my cheeks instead and watching him break under my gaze, letting go of all the tension for a second.

I repeat the motions a few times and pull away, licking up along the underside, around the tip, and he's suddenly pulling me away – eyes wide and face flushed this time.

Frank mumbles something I can't quite understand, but it doesn't really matter. He moves closer, both of us soon assuming the position we were in minutes ago, pressed against each other. Now, he removes my underwear and his hand slips between us, however.

Pleasure is sent ringing up my spine at the feeling of Frank's fingers slipping past my lips, quickly finding my clit and wasting no time on working his thumb on it while a couple of fingers tease my entrance. Moans just escape my throat easily after he breaks the kiss, mouthing his way until the inside of one of my thighs – he bites and sucks on the skin there. His tongue is suddenly there, then, against my clit, working around it before being replaced by his lips and my vision goes fucking blank when I can feel him sucking on it.

"Fuck," Frank curses once pulling away, moving to frantically rummage through the nightstand's drawer; I groan at the loss of touch, pushing my hips up into nothing.

Hearing the sound of foil being torn makes me understand what's happening, and I watch him rush to slip the condom on, giving us a moment to catch our breath before he's positioning himself, a hand on my hip whilst another holds himself up.

"Tell me if there's something wrong, okay?" he asks slowly, "I'll stop right away. Don't be afraid."

"Same to you," I say softly, cupping his face to pull him for a soft, quick kiss.

Frank smiles with a nod and looks down before I can feel him against my entrance, pushing in slowly. I wrap my arms around his shoulders tightly, feeling his chest vibrate against mine with the low moan coming from him, replaced by a sigh once he sinks in completely. He starts moving right away, hips jerking experimentally before attaining a heavy and slow pace which doesn't last long due to how needy we are already.

I gasp at how he thrusts in harder, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to hold him close and having my legs around his hips, instinctively.

Curses and praises are breathed into my ear among moans, somehow making the pleasure pool down in my lower stomach even more intensely, summed up to feeling his hands groping on my ass again, fingers sinking into the skin.

"You're just so perfect, (y/n)," he babbles, "and even better that now you're all mine."

Suppressing a louder moan turns out to be impossible at the feeling of Frank's hips reaching a certain angle and, soon, the answer I had in my slips away from my grasp and all there's left is just how good he feels. I travel a hand up to his hair, remembering how he reacted to it earlier, and tug on it in a form of response, though also wanting to hear how pathetically he moans at it.

"'M gonna cum," I manage to say before being cut off by a moan, arching my back.

"Me too, babe," he groans, "almost there."

Frank pauses, adjusting himself so a hand is under my thigh and another on the mattress for major support and his thrusts are suddenly harsher. I throw my head back at the same time, holding onto him tightly, and it doesn't take long for all the pleasure that had been building up so far to unravel at once – it apparently triggers the same on him, considering how tight his grasp gets whilst a higher pitched moan comes from him.

Coming down from the high, I feel almost numb, in a good way. Frank pulls away and I'm only aware of him when he's lying down next to me, both of us breathing heavily and unable to do anything aside from staring at the ceiling for a long moment.

"Damn, I love you so much, so much," he mumbles again.

I breathe a chuckle, feeling him cuddling up to me, arms wrapped around me. "And I love you, dumbass." I press a kiss to his head.

"My girlfriend now, right?" he asks. "Nevermind, you don't get to choose." He chuckles, though it quickly dies down. "Just kidding, okay? Tell me to and I'll fuck off."

I laugh, still breathless. "Of course I am. I didn't confess for nothing."

[ssa-sugar-tits]

Again

Request: this one

Smut/Fluff request: jj x female reader where jj sq*irts for the first time and is embarassed about it but reader reassures her and tells her she loves her. and once she's comfortable she makes her do it again ;)

Pairing: Jennifer "JJ" Jareau x Fem!Reader

Content warnings: nsfw, smut, scissoring, oral sex, fingering, squirting, brief choking kink, slight degradation kink

"Oh my god Y/N I'm-I'm so sorry!" JJ's beautiful bright blue eyes searched yours apologetically as she stammered. She was stunned when you quieted her stammering with a harsh kiss, slipping your tongue into her small mouth. Pulling back, just enough to be able to look her in the eyes you speak.

"Can I talk to you now Jen?" She softened at your nickname for her, one that no one else called her. Nodding hesitantly, she waited.

"It's perfectly normal baby I don't know why you're embarassed." You'd been scissoring and god, it was amazing. Your clit on hers and your juices made the love wetter and faster, you were so close to the edge. And while you were giving her pussy delicious friction, she squirted. She moaned goddamn loudly and you hadn't minded, if anything you were proud to have made her orgasm so hard. But gauging from JJ's reaction, she hadn't had that sexual experience before.

"Y/N I've never done that before and I... I got it all over you and in all honesty I'm not sure why I did that." You're surprised she doesn't know what squirting is, you know she was sexually experienced before meeting you. A grin spreads across your face and you wrap your hand around her hip. Letting her lean into the crook of your neck, she hums softly.

"Jayje, it's completely normal. Women squirt sometimes when they're stimulated enough and it was really fucking hot when you did it." Her head turns to look up at you and she looks so innocent. Gently nipping at her lips, you smile.

"God it's even more embarassing that I didn't know that. But you're being so amazing about it." Propping herself on your lap to straddle you, she holds your face and kisses you lightly. She trails a kiss down to your collarbone and whispers. "You're always amazing. It's one of the reasons I love you so much." Her finger caresses your thigh before shifting to rub circles on your clit and cupping your breast with the other hand. Taking a tongue to your hardened nipple, her pink lips close around you. Sucking tenderly and flicking the other one while her mouth works on you, your back archs to give her more access.

"Jen..." you hum in pleasure. You need to have her, be so much closer to her than you already are. Flipping her over and hearing her gasp delicately, you press more kisses to her small ready lips. At first they're quick and chaste but they hastily become long and passionate. Soon enough, you're making out like two horny teenagers. Your breasts are pressing against each other, heartbeats intimately screaming for the other. Grasping her shining blonde hair in your fingers and growling when she pulls away.

"Hey Y/N?"

"Yeah baby?"

"Can..." She clears her throat and looks you in the eye, lustfully. "Can you make me do it again?" You grin almost devilishly at her and pin her down to the bed. You have one goal tonight: to make Jennifer Jareau squirt with pure bliss and fucking pleasure.

"Of course I can Jen. It won't be hard to make my pretty little slut cum. You'll be good for me, won't you?"

She's practically already drooling for you and you love her so much. Her petite figure that you can ruin so easily. Turn her into a mess. Attacking her tongue with yours and grabbing her ass hard enough to leave marks, you hover above her deciding where to start. JJ groans forcefully, a noise that shouldn't even be possible from her small throat when you wrap your hands around them. Squeezing lightly, she grunts loudly and starts to touch herself starting with her nipples. You watch as she makes her way to her pussy, slipping a finger in as your hands tighten before moving your mouth to her legs. Breath hot and heavy on her core, you attach your tongue to her lips and start to incrase your movements. Already moaning your name, she takes a hand to your hair.

"Fuck Y/N."

Your tongue flicks and grazes her dripping cunt before inserting your tongue inside of her. Tongue fucking her and listening to her moans grow louder and louder you reluctantly take your head from between her legs.

"Y/N!" She whines clearly wanting you to continue.

"What is it baby? You want me to keep eating you out?"

She nods fast and hungrily.

"You're so desperate to squirt on me again. You little whore. You know you're my sweet, pathetic whore, don't you?"

"Yes Y/N, yes! I'm your whore, I'm so desperate." Her words are rapid and craving. "Please just touch me, fuck me Y/N. Please- Oh!" You cut her off by shoving a finger inside of her. "Yes, yes, again!"

"Like this?" So fucking wet. The second finger slides in easily and so does the third. She screams and moans your name like a chant.

"Yes! Y-Yes..." Her words start to turn into incoherent moans and the sounds make you want to ride her out and cum together but right now you're working on JJ. Pumping you fingers in and out of her tight little pussy she screams with overwhelming pleasure again.

"Come on baby, you got this." Her squeals and moans grow even louder when you start to curl your fingers inside of her. Gripping her ass tightly and feeling her start to reach the edge, you pull out of her. The gasp that escapes her sounds so pained and in need for you but you position yourself on top of her to scissor again.

"This is how I made you cum so bad last time, remember that?"

She's a sexy little mess, mascara clumping underneath those wide eyes and barely able to get words out.

"Yes, I remember babe."

"I'm gonna make you do it again right?" Her core is just inches away from yours and there's nothing you'd love more than to feel her against you, grinding and fucking. But you're going to drag it out to make that final orgasm so much better for her. Lifting your juice soaked fingers to her lips, you let out an involuntary moan at the sight of her sucking herself off of you. Then you bring it up to your own lips to taste her too. Draping her smooth leg over your hip, you lower yourself onto her and moan again, this time much louder and buck your hips to grind on her. She was so wet, so goddamn wet for you. You push onto her and let it help your movements go faster and harder.

"God Jen, you feel so good." You moan while rocking your pussies together and afflict more pressure prompting screams and dirty, love filled noises for the other. You're just as much of a mess as she is now but you keep the fast, steadied pace and reach down to knead her clit roughly. Screaming again, Jayje nears her edge and you yank her legs again, this time to wrap them around your neck and immediately attach your lips to her throbbing pink core. Licking and flicking while you slip a finger in again, you don't make it to the second one before she finally squirts. Her cum shoots onto your fingers, dripping on your wrist and your tongue once you position yourself on her small hole. Soaking up every last drop with your tongue and licking the rest off of her legs, you both collapse in exhaustion and complete satisfaction. Leaning on you again, you press a light kiss to the top of her lovely.

"I made you do it again." She bites her still shaking lip before giggling softly.

"Mhm... Thank you Y/N."

"Of course baby. I love you."

"I love you too." She mumbles it, already falling asleep in your arms. And now you know: you want to make her do it again, and again, and again.

[seijohwhores]

maybe i'm just a dom but i headcannon Kenma as a sub sub (he's a pillow prince let's be real) so could i please get sub!kenma with a mommy kink (and pegging if you feel like it) feel free to ignore and take as long as you need to :)

Thank u for the request :p

Yes, Kenma is definitely a pillow prince!

I just played volleyball with some friends and I'm done, but I really wanted to make the request now, so enjoy :3

-Admin Oikawa ( and a bit Iwazumi ;) )

Pairing: Kenma x f!reader

Pegging, Mommy kink, Dom! Reader, Smut

Wordcount: 1,2k

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It was summer break so Kenma and you decided to spend a few days together at his place. Your parents knew his parents very well, and went on a holiday together which meant you two got the house for yourself. A week already passed in which you played video games, watched movies and cooked together. But you didn´t do THE do with him, on purpose because you had something in mind that you wanted to try. Even though Kenma's Libido isn´t the highest, he began to feel restless, and more needy than usual. With you, being around him 24/7 he couldn't resist you longer and that showed. 

As you both were cuddling in the evening while a movie played on the TV, he kissed your neck and cheeks. You exactly knew what was up because normally he wouldn't be that kissy while cuddling.

 ”Mommy”, Kenma whispered needy, as he grinded against you more, 

„Please let's do it“. He was flushed red and you noticed his half hard member. Your idea came back into your mind and you smiled and looked down at him. 

„Ok, let Mommy take care of you I wanna try something different today. I promise you it will feel good.” you seductively said. Kenma just noded and kissed your lips. Slowly more and more clothes flew around the room, until you two were completely naked. Kenma layed between all the pillows while you bent over him, spoiled a little, with kisses all over his body. Every now and then he whimpered to himself or moaned a little "Mommy" out. When you reached his member, you took him gently in your hand to go up and down the length with your hand, while your mouth its tip edited.

"Shiiit- Mommy, pleaseeee, I need you!" he moaned now, while he moved his hips forward, hoping to get more pleasure. Slowly you straightened up again to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, the full one was spit.,, So needy my little boy huh? You will like my idea for sure. "You said with an evil grin.

With a hand signal you showed him that he should wait a moment so that you could get your idea. You hoped he'll like it.

When you found the things and just stood in front of the door to prepare everything, you shouted:"Kenma, please close your eyes, and do not open them until I tell you." Since he said nothing, you assumed that he would please. You slowly entered the room, right in front of the large bed He was lying there with his eyes closed and a cock that wasn't really relaxed."Okay, you can open it." You informed him in a soft voice. His eyes were immediately on you, and what was about you."W-What is this?" He pointed on it while he blushed. With one hand stumped on your hip while the other pointed down at the object that was attached to you.

“Oh that? I think you know that. A strip on dildo. I thought you'd like that, of course only if you want to.“ With an uncertain smile, you watched every move and facial features from him, looking for denial or rejection, but all he did was give a slight nod. You took this as a "go". So you slowly crawled up to the bed and then pushed him back into the mattress with his back, and pushing his legs apart. He watched every movement of yours, because even if he trusted you, he was still unsure whether it was really a good idea.

"Relax, I'll take care of you." With that you got a little lubricant from a drawer which you put in there beforehand. You knew from the start that he probably wouldn't be able to do it without it. You spread it on your fingers and his anus. With two fingers they slowly edged his asshole, to give him a little feel for what was coming. With the help of the lubricant, one of your fingers slipped into the hole to slowly get in and out. At first, Kenma gave you a very critical look, but when you let in a second finger, his serious expression turned into one of lust distorted. To give him a little more, you took his member in your other hand, to follow the same speed as you did at his hole. But none of this left you unimpressed either. Your pussy was getting wetter and wetter, but you had decided to concentrate on him today.

"Mommy! Argh- ” A little chuckle escaped you. With renewed enthusiasm, you began to move your fingers like scissors in his hole. He also responded with loud moans. With that you knew that you could slowly start with the actual game. You smeared more lube on the buckle dildo, and distribute it well. It was a strange feeling to wear something like that, but for Kenma, you would do anything. He helped you through many difficult times. Slowly you position yourself in front of him to have your hands on the back of his knees, to spread his legs further.

"Are you ready?" You whispered softly.

"Do it." He answered in a semi-firm voice. And one quick movement you submerged yourself in him. A scream escaped him, but not from pain, rather from that strange and yet wonderful feeling of being so filled.

"Mo-mmy, this feels so good!" He moaned while you pounded into him.

,,Yeah? Does my boy, feels good, while his girlfriend is fucking him?“ Your pace slowed, to lean over him, to hold his face in your hands and whisper on his lips, "Everything for you", so you connected your lips to a deep, deep kiss. You devoured his moans with the kiss and noticed how close he was. While you loosen up, you took his cock in hand with one hand to bring him to climax. Your speed got faster and faster. -In both places.

,,Come on baby boy, cum for me. Show me how much you like this.“ He moaned even more to this. His hands clenched around the white bedsheet, so his knuckles turned white, while his eyes were closed and his breath unsteady.

"I- Think I‘m co- AH!“, he couldn't even finish his sentence because white stripes were already shooting out of his member. His moans decreased to a whimper, and his whole body moved up and down from his rapid breathing.

Slowly you gamble yourself out of it, to take off the buckle up dildo, and throw it next to the bed. When you tried to lie down next to the exhausted Kenma, his words stopped you.

,,Wait! You haven’t... - you haven't even come yet.“

,,Today, it was about you Kenma, don't worry, we can make up for that.“ With a wink you let the blanket fall over you two, and then snuggled together.

"Mommy?" He whispered. Your eyes were closed because the whole thing made you kind of tired too. "Can we do that again sometime?"

"All for you baby boy." You mumbled while you snuggled closer to him. After some time, you two falled asleep together.

[crystallos-sol]

An addition to this Gratsu meta

Okay so I don't think that I've talked enough about GRAY'S trauma and how it impacts his relationships. I know I did go in depth on Natsu's trauma. I will be adding a bit of his trauma here.

Now on Gray's side of things it's clear to me at least that he is trying to keep himself distant while simultaneously being close to others. The thing with Gray is that he is, craving attention and often seeks it out and he also does not want it at the same time.

At certain points in the series due to Mashima's inconstancy with writting plot his character is thrown out the window so I will not be discussing The Dragon Lady Thing That Shouldn't Of Happened or any of the dumb moments where Mashima uses Gray has a scapegoat for making a bad thing happen. Considering it's all largely out of character. Now, Gray is a caring person he has a big heart and that's obvious when you watch him interact with his guild mates.

There is however a part of Gray that's holding back because his entire village was slaughtered in front of him, he lost his father twice, he was hurt repeatedly through the series. Has a viewer, the first time we see the Gray that's actually him is Galuna Island Arc . Where Gray's past and trauma is brought right up to the surface of things.

Because Gray once again is that emotional guy that also somehow manages to distance himself from others. Now this whole spew about his trauma will tie into Natsu. I believe that Gray views Natsu has a safe space. I've said this before multiple times, but I'm saying it again.

Natsu is strong, as we all know watching him beat the shit out of people he shouldn't be able to beat the shit out of. Gray however is impacted by this in a way. He was quite literally saved by the guy multiple times. We all know what times. Hell even recently during the battle with Zeref Natsu saved him. To Gray Natsu is a space where he doesn't have to be afraid and hide himself. Where it's okay to laugh and cry when needed. Because Gray knows that Natsu doesn't care about things like that. He knows that Natsu won't ever think less of him for being who he is. Infact Natsu would/has encouraged it.

Gray uses Natsu or in better terms uses their friendship to soothe himself over. Because remember, Gray is constantly caught between: I want affection and I don't want affection. Consider Natsu a pair a scissors that cuts him out of that. I would also love to reference this Scene between Gray & Lyon. (It's at the beginning but I will be going over screenshots)

Gray is actively encouraging Lyon the exact same way Natsu encourages everyone around him.

Look at Natsu's reasoning. To him it's doesn't matter that she's one of the 12. What matters is who she is as a person. Yes I know I'm " getting off topic " but bare with me a little here. So Natsu who's actively known for being a walking encouragement poster, and even relaxed an entire group of his guild mates just by fighting an actual battle god. And you guessed it! Being blunt, straight forward and honest about his feelings.

Now let's look back at Gray & Lyon vs Ur.

Lyon is terrified. He doesn't believe this isn't his teacher and essentially his mom.

Look at that! Gray seasons ago wouldn't of been able to say that sentence. Ur is dead. Gray single handedly smashed right through that first barrier stopping Lyon. He said the truth, he said what Lyon has never allowed himself to fully comperhend.

This is where Gray's trauma jumps out and he's blaming himself again. But he's also trying to get through to Lyon.

Notice how Natsu is fucking shown here. They know that without Natsu Gray would never be who he is today. And you wanna know what Gray tells Lyon after that? (I can't include a screenshot because I hit the 10 images limit)

" Then this is your first one. I didn't just casually reach this point that I'm at now. I only made it this far because I had to keep pushing forward. Take your first step Lyon. "

Who does that remind you of? Natsu? The walking inspirational speech guy? Yeah. He took an entire page out of Natsu's book. Because he considers Natsu his guide. And that's fucking wack.

Now dipping into Natsu's trauma, the guy only feels safe enough to break with Gray. And only Gray. Because has stated and gone over in my last one Natsu has alot of trauma. Especially relating to people and how they have affected him.

Natsu considers Gray his guide also because Gray while he might be a little dumb there's no way in hell he's gonna leave Natsu alone.