#Pierce writes

[pvnk-whvre]

hey! If ur still writing could u write more deadpool x platonic reader headcannons! 🫶

Platonic deadpool headcanons are coming right up!

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It's likely you met him through a job, at the bar, or through the X-Men

After Vanessa, he's very cautious when becoming friends with non-mutants. If that's the case, then it just takes some more time to get under his skin literally or metaphorically.

If you're capable enough to come with him on his jobs, he doesn't mind the company as long as you stay out of his way when he needs it.

There was once you'd walked right in front of him as he did a "super hero landing," and he'd turned to the side going. "You see this guys he ruined the shot!" He'd whined. "Wade, who are you talking to?" You'd asked, and he shook his head. "The wall... literally." You walked right in front of my landing!" You'd shrugged. "Oopsss."

From then on, you would give him a bit before you walked closer. "There we go! So badass!" He'd shouted once.

"Hey, do you know where my second gun-" He'd walked over to ask you and seeing you about to shoot someone. He'd gasped, pulling out his own gun. "Gang bang!" And you both shot the person at the same time.

"Hehe get it? Gang-bang?"

You didn't get to see his face for the first few months knowing him, and after getting in a rough spot with Al, he'd come to move in with you for a bit.

It was early morning when he'd stumbled in the kitchen, maskless, and watched your back turned making your own breakfast. "What's shakinnn baconnn?" You'd turned with a smile making Avocado toast. "Oh just avoca-" You'd noticed his maskless face and had stopped but raised an eyebrow at him, glaring at your toast. "The fuck is your problem?" He huffed walking of with a mumble of, "stupid avocados, stupid weasel." You were perplexed by that until Wes had busted out laughing when you'd mentioned it and he explained.

Walked back in your apartment covered in blood and immediately ripped his mask off, throwing his guns and other weapons on the couch before grabbing his unicorn. "I'm using your shower...then unicorn timeee~" He'd said in a showtuney voice and dodged when you threw the TV remote at him. "Fucking gross dude you don't need to announce that."

It was a little sad when he went back to Blind Al's place, but also he'd thought you'd want your place back. "Nah, dude, that place has seen so many blood stains you were right at home." You'd said one night when you'd caught up at the bar. "Oh, Metal Balls showed up looking for you, so be on the lookout for shiny Jesus as a Jehova's witness for the X-men." He huffed a laugh at the comment but then groaned. "Want to join me on my next job then?" "Fuck yeah Wilson!"

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was with my ex Taylor and living in Arizona we were roommates with two of her friends.The living situation ended up being Wildly Toxic it’s the one where they said we couldn’t use kitchenware when we said we were moving out. We left and cut contact.

But I do have one regret. I had gotten along quite well with the guy in the couple when I first met him. We texted while Taylor and I were still long distance and because I was working at a sex shop he was quite transparent with me about considering a dick piercing. We chatted about aftercare and the saltwater rinses he’d have to do.

One day he sent me a text informing me that he wanted to send me a video but it had his penis in it, and was that okay? I was so curious I immediately said yes.

The video started on a mirror with his waist framed in shot. Lacking his face all I saw was his flaccid penis and a small glass of water. His new piercing gleamed like a single eye at the tip of his cock. He grabbed his limp penis and in a gruff voice demanded, “Talk you son of a bitch!”

He grabbed his floppy freshly pierced dick and dunked it in the salt water while insisting, “We know you know! Spill it!”

He pulled it up and did a gibbering little penis voice, pleading, “Please, I don’t know anything-“

Then he shoved it back into the water, flopping it around as if the water boarded dick was flailing in distress making outrageous “Blub-hrygh-ghlugggh,” sounds.

It was hands down one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen in my life. I watched it over and over until tears were streaming down my face. When things ended terribly with that couple and we cut contact I deleted the video as it seemed inappropriate to keep now that we weren’t friends.

But I still think about the comedy gold he’d enacted in front of that mirror.

[druid-for-hire]

hawkeye and trapper get fake septums

(id under the cut)

[image id: a three-page digital comic about characters from the TV show MASH, illustrated by "druid-for-hire." On page 1, frank burns squints at Hawkeye from a short distance, who is next to Trapper, who is reading a newspaper that obscures his face. "Pierce," Burns asks, "what's on your face?" Hawkeye turns to face him, revealing a septum piercing. "what's what, Frank?" he asks. Shocked and affronted by this breach in army regulations, he shouts, "I can't!! Believe you!! It's not enough for you to disagrace the army uniform by being out of it all the time? You have to go and--and do that! You look like a punk! Or a cow!"

On page 2, Hawkeye, unbothered, replies "Y'know, Frank, I'm finally living up to the Pierce name. I was thinking about going for some ear tag earrings. Maybe I can get a nurse to pull my udders." Frank howls, "That's disgusting!" Turning to Trapper he shouts, "Did you have anything to do with this, McIntyre?" Trapper pulls down the newspaper to reveal that he's wearing three septum rings and says, "I sure did! He stole my look!"

On page 3, Frank says "You're both terrible. Both of your butts are going on report!" while Hawkeye takes out his apparently fake septum ring behind his back. "Report for what, Frank?" he asks; Frank turns to see that the piercing is now missing. "Yeah, what's the matter, Frank?" Trapper says, whose piercing is suddenly missing as well. Frank storms off, yelling "Neither of you can pull the wool over my eyes!! Just wait until General Barker hears about this!" Some time later, Frank is standing next to General Barker, pointing at Hawk. "General, I'm telling you, the hole is THERE!" he shouts. "Go and take a look in those nostrils for yourself!" There is a long and awkward pause. The General did not like that. Hawkeye remarks, "Gee Frank, take a girl to dinner first." end id]

[rizsnt]

if i can stop one heart from breaking — emily dickinson

[noir-renard]

From chapter 8 of "If You Give a Bat a Burger"

[becca-e-barnes]

Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.

Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …

- 🍯

Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫

"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."

With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.

Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.

"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"

As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.

"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.

You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.

You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.

Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.

"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.

"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.

"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.

"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."

Update: Part 2

[loopnoid]

more mash nonsense i've been accumulating. yes i can draw things that are not bj and hawkeye sometimes. that being said nsfw(?) beejhawk under the cut

[rinnstars]

kiss me right!

in which itoshi rin gets a tongue piercing

itoshi rin x reader: fluff, suggestive (making out), drabble, not proofread + likes n reblogs r appreciated!

it was out of impulse rin thinks, or so he likes to believe.

pictures on your pinterest pinned on a board of piercing — snake bites, helix, central eyebrow piercing that rin can’t help but scroll through. its a habit he’s kept up, scrolling through your pinterest boards for ideas: from clothes idea to buy online for you to surprise especially for matching outfits like the chikawa jacket that he’s even wearing now on his bed, from photo ideas that fills his camera roll and polaroids that prints out to be pasted right on the walls of his bedroom for him to admire and unconsciously grin to himself, from date inspiration for him to take you out on on his rare days off without training.

and now he’s lying on his bed right beside you — a silver circle pierced through his tongue awkwardly as he fiddled with it inside his mouth, looking at you who’s lying right next to him on your phone, undoubtly scrolling through pinterest looking through piercings again and its killing him inside. sure, its his second day with his piercing and he probably shouldn’t do anything drastic in case of an infection. yet, he’s getting all fidgety, his hands fiddling with his phone with no purpose, scrolling through his socials that are practically empty or filled with boring football game videos, his legs fidgety and rubbing against yours as a habit and to warm both you and him up in the slightly chilly room, his teeth habitually rubbing against the cold metallic jewellery right in his tongue that he sucks against that was still slightly sore.

what would you do if you see his new piercing? would you look at him in surprise with him never indulging in such fashion stuff with most of his mind filled with football — his accessories pilled on him all belonging to you, his sweaters that are picked up by you or inspired from your pinterest board, his closet either that or only consisting of football jerseys and hand me downs for sae. would you be into it — you clearly like those cool piercing evident from your pinterest board, you always fawn over him whenever he tries something new whether it was that one time where he sported your sanrio hairpin for the first time or wore yours and his matching ring outside with you, your flushed face and stuttering words as you look at him that makes his heart swell.

“hey. i wanna try something.” if there’s anything rin can’t help but give in, its when its regarding you — whether it is when you look up at him with those puppy eyes even as a joke to go to the arcade with you once again to try yours and his luck in the claw machine that’s clearly rigged (and yet he spends his allowance there still anywhere for a chance for you to beam at him), or whenever you ask him of anything from helping you to tutor you in english or to share his food, or in this case giving in to you who’s right beside him. after all, he might not get the chance to see you when it recovers anyways — with your exams season approaching and his football competition season colluding soon as well.

and he thinks its already worth it even though you’ve just looked up from your phone, your eyes blinking as you tilt your head to face him, and he can’t help but smash his lips right against you.

its brash: its as if he’s kissing you for the first time, yours and his forehead knocking slightly against each other, his hands always finding its way to linger on your chin, pulling you even closer right into him as though he wants to melt you and him together, biting on your lips still as yours and his blood merge together. and as usual, his tongue makes his way and finds its home right inside your mouth, as though interlocking with your tongue that’s warm in contrast to his cold metallic piercing that’s even more sensitive than usual when it touches against yours. and he can guess you like the new change: with the way your eyes widen and your grip on his shirt tighten as your noise gets swallowed by his passionate kiss, the way your tongue keeps finding its way to touch the cold jewel and linger right on the sensitive spot of his tongue, the way you too pull him even closer by his shirt as you and him melt even closer: only pulling away slightly panting with drool strings connecting you and him.

“do you like it..?” rin can’t help but ask even if he knows the answer: his voice slightly shaky and breathy from the make out session, his cheeks burning still with yours and his face merged against yours, his hands still lingering right on yours as though needy and in need of your affection that he’s practically addicted to at this point.

“yeah.” one word, and you crash your lips against his once again — and rin thinks this might just be the best decision he’s ever made so far.

with the way your tongue feels right against the sore spot on his tongue that makes him whine against you, vibration sending through yours and his mouth that makes his grip your shirt a little tighter as you tug at his jacket as though still pulling him closer as though you and him aren’t practically merged together, and the way you are practically going crazy in contrast to how you usually let him take the charge as your hands find your way in to his hair that earns a whimper from him, as you shift yours and his position into a more comfortable one: all whilst not disconnecting yours and his as though it would practically kill you to separate you and him.

and as saliva drools down as he kisses you back, euphoria practically filling him — rin thinks this piercing might be the best thing and he’s sure you think so too as you unzip his jacket with your spare hand.

[hunnicute]

I don’t know why but I have this vivid scene in my head of post war Hawkeye grocery shopping in Crabapple Cove and blatantly talking out loud to himself. When anyone makes eye contact he talks right to them then carries on around the store. Like having a commentary on everything everywhere never left him even though he doesn’t have the war to complain about or someone always at his elbow to complain to.

One of the people he went to school with sees him and comes home to their partner like “I saw Hawkeye Pierce today, and I think he’s really lost it. Such a shame, you know he was always a little strange but he was always so funny! He’d say the oddest thing but it always made you laugh. I wonder what happened to him.”

And he’s the same. He’s literally the same guy but it’s just not funny anymore.

[artsyaprilmr]

CONFESSIONAL SCREENCAPS WOOO

[pvnk-whvre]

Glitched lust part 2

A/N: Omg? Thank you for the love that was received on the first part of this! I'm not surprised to see how many people absolutely want to be between these loveable characters! I have to admit this was fairly self indulging, though I am glad to see how many others enjoy this idea of mine!

WARNINGS: Past sexual abuse/forced sexual actions. I didn't write the sex scene for it, but leading up to it, I did go into details. Reader has anxiety and dissociation episodes.

Part one

Also, I'm adding in one of my own characters to be your friend in a later part of this fic. He's not completely relevant, but if anyone would want a side story with him, just let me know. His name is Zane he's a hellborn incubus who works as a dancer who mostly works in the pride ring since "sinners know this the end, so they just blow their money"

Now let's get to the fic!

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On the other side…

“Froggie, you can't just keep turning everyone away. There's got to be someone.” Asmodeus said, running a hand alongside his partners face.

He huffed, leaning into his hand. “You said pick someone who I thought I could trust. Most of these others didn't look like they could even handle a gun properly or they looked like lowly thugs.” He complained, turning his face away.

Sighing, he pulled his hand away, hearing the door open and close on the other side. “Well I had to host this short notice, but there will be someone. Hopefully, that will be someone who is less disrespectful as some of the others have been. I'd like someone who could blend in with you so it's not as obvious.” He said softly, leaning down to place a kiss on the imps forehead.

Huffing again, he crossed his arm to listen to the conversation through the speaker on the desk set to a low setting. His ears perking up at the soft yet firm voice.

“To do my job.” They both heard in response to the secretary asking why they were there. Asmodeus nodded his head at the response while Fizzaroli groaned. “Assuming your boss is in here to do the other part of the interview?” That peaked both of their interests as they heard a smugness in your tone at the same time a hand reached the doorknob.

After a few seconds, the door opened, and you stepped inside the bigger room lights being brighter. Noticing Asmodeus, you quickly bowed to both him and the colorful imp beside him before sitting down in the chair in front of them. “You knew we were listening?” Asmodeus asked, leaning back in his chair, hands resting interlocked on his lap.

You nodded your head before speaking. “Yes sir, I saw the light under the door, and there was a speaker behind your secretary, I saw it when they leaned to give my resume back.” You slid said resume across the table along with the stamp instead of sliding it to Asmodeus himself. You slid it to Fizzaroli. “I'll take the liberty to assume it's him you want a gaurd for and that you told your secretary what your standards are, so I've been approved by you already.” You stated pointing to the stamp on the front of the envelope.

Fizzaroli's eyes widened at your statement before taking your resume. “Well you are right on that much.” He heard Ozzie respond, letting you both speak before reading over your resume himself occasionally glancing up at you. “He's an imp hybrid so he would fit in with me like Ozzie wanted…” He thought to himself.

“You're an imp, but you're crossed with something else. What would that be?” He heard Ozzie ask, looking up to hear this part of conversation for himself. Snorting at the irony, loving how in tune he was with his partner.

“Why, wouldn't the king of lust recognize one of his own beings?” You asked teasingly before moving on. “My parents were an imp and a succubus, so I'm half imp and an incubus.” Asmodeus nodded his head in approval, looking down to watch Fizz finish reading.

Fizzie nodded his head to Asmodeus in confirmation for this one, and Asmodeus pulled another stamp out of his breast pocket. “The time and date are on the back. You and a few others are to go there to do a more physical interview with me and Fizzaroli overseeing it. Please bring anything you would use while on the job. My secretaries number is on the back if you have any further questions.”

The way he had said “physical” made you snort in amusement as you took the card from him, looking it over before sliding it in your own pocket. “That's the king of lust for you, not knowing if it's an innuendo or just him talking.” You rolled your eyes at the thought. “I'll leave my resume with you to look over my lord just in case there was something your secretary missed.” Standing from your chair, you walked towards the actual exit before turning back with a smirk. “Since these were in your pocket instead of on the desk like they were in the other room, I'll assume there won't be many people there anyways.” And with that, you left closing the door behind you.

“Hmm.” Fizz heard Asmodeus hum above him. “What is it?” He asked, seeing a questioning look on Asmodeus's face.

He smiled down at him, patting his head. “I quite like that one, I feel he'll be the most likely candidate.”

A week later…

You were in Blitz's office discussing what payment percentage you would take and what he would take for the company if you ended up getting the job. “Well I'll be damned…” He'd said as he looked at what the starting price would be. “You technically are…damned I mean.” You snickered at the glare he shot your way, having already taken a look at the price beforehand. “People are willing to pay a lot for the things they want protected.” You added leaning back in the creaky chair. You leaned over to grab your already packed bag. “Well I have another interview to get to. I'll be seeing you, boss.” You nodded to him before making your way to the door.

You paused, hearing Blitz's chair slide away from his desk, and at the hand he placed on your shoulder, you turned to see him with a strange look on his face. “People are willing to pay a lot for that. Just if you get the job, don't let anything happen to Fizz.” He said before letting you go moving back to his desk.

With a shrug, you stepped out of his office, and closing the door behind you made your way out to the lobby, nodding at Loona on your way to the armory. Grabbing your belongings from your locker before clocking out of the I.M.P building to make your way to the parking lot.

(I'm picturing a model based on the 1990s Honda accord, but you can have whatever car you wish!)

Unlocking your car and sliding in, you tossed your bag into the passenger seat, pulling the meeting card out of your pocket to look at it while the A/C ran its course. Flipping it between your fingers a few times, you landed on the side with Asmodeus sigil. "How in the nine circles did I manage to end up here....I used to be a stripper for Wrath's sake..." Shaking those thoughts away the corner of your mouth quirked up as you slid the card back into your pocket before driving out of the parking lot.

It took a little while before you got back to your apartment, humming the song that last played from your radio as you entered your home tossing your bag on the counter. "I was going to relocate closer to I.M.P, but I should probably look for somewhere in the Lust ring just in case I land the job..." You muttered, walking over to your couch, pulling your phone out of your pocket along with the card and placing them both on the table. Sliding a computer closer from where it rested on the coffee table, you opened it up and plugged in the address for the meeting place on the card. "It's at his club?" You questioned, making sure you had the address correct.

After a while of doing some more research on the club so you could get more info on the layout, which there wasn't much to be seen other than the main restaurant, bar, the stage, and the more intimate rooms. Shutting your computer with a sigh, you leaned your head back on the couch. "What if I went there before the meeting date to gather more intel?" You thought about it some more nodding your head. "Would that be cheating?"

Contemplating it some more, you picked up the card and your phone typing the number in and letting it ring. "Asmodeus did say call if I needed anything..." After a few moments, a click sounded, and a voice answered. "Sabrina speaking on behalf of Asmodeus, how can I assist you?"

"Ah yes, I'm one of the candidates for the body gaurd job for Fizzaroli, I had a quick question." You leaned back your back cushioned against the couch.

"Am I allowed to come to the club before just to look around for a bit?" You paused waiting.

She took a moment before responding to the sound of papers being moved around before she spoke into the receiver. "Yes, you're allowed to do that. The club is still couples only, and that rule applies to everyone. So if you do decide to come please be mindful of that."

You sighed, nodding your head. "Alright, yes ma'am, I'll do that. That's all, thank you!" You waited for her to say goodbye before hanging up, tilting your head back with a sigh. "Who am I supposed to take with me?" You said to no one tossing your phone and the card on the couch beside you.

After sitting there for a moment, you stood up, shaking your head as you made your way to the kitchen. Making a quick sandwich before leaning against the counter to think it over while you ate. "I could take one of my old work friends?" You nodded your head, walking back over and shooting a text to a friend from when you worked in the clubs as a dancer.

You: Hey, completely unrelated to the conversation we were having, but would you go with me to Ozzie's? It's for a work thing and it's couples only.

Zee: Yeah! I don't mind blowing work tonight if you wanted to go today. This overlord guy is lucky I don't just leave. The money is good when he isn't being an ass. He can't even see to count it!

You sighed in relief chucking as he complained about his "boss" again.

You: I seriously don't understand why you don't find elsewhere. He doesn't have you under contract. But I'll come pick you up at 8 if that works? I'll pay of course.

Zee: ughhh I so would but his club is the most popular in the pride ring and I rake in more as a hellborn anyways, 20 dollars is 20 dollars 😘

Zee: I'll be waitingggg~

Rolling your eyes, you put your phone on the counter, pushing off of it and heading towards your room. "Alright, it's currently around two, so I have time."

You walked around your room, grabbing your necessities before heading to your bathroom, setting your belongings on the counter. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you put your hands on the counter, taking a deep breath as you steadied yourself. “It's just another job, for a king of Sin yes but still just a job…” you hesitated before pushing off the counter with a groan your hands finding their way to your head rubbing at your temples. “Oh what am I saying! I'm just going to his club to scout the place out, nothing more!” Leting your hands fall to your sides, you sighed, shaking your head before getting the shower prepared. “You need sleep man get a shower, take a breather, and then get ready, routine just as it's always been…” Trailing off, you looked at the wall just letting your head go blank.

You flashed back to a memory of when you worked as a performer. Everything was like it was in slow motion, but you remembered when it was a much faster paced reality. You watched yourself slowly spinning on a pole turning and dipping before moving down the stage blowing a kiss to your boss, she made the show of catching it and placing it on her own lips before waving you off with a wink, a promise she'd be seeing you later. When you first started working there, you'd thought it was a sweet gesture, but it was only so she could show her authority.

The memory flashed to you later, taking a wad of money from her smirking as you counted it sitting down when she patted the cushion next to her. “You're my best performer, you know that? You bring in so much for me and my club.” She ended that with a caress to the side of your face. You knew what was coming. It was routine, another job. “Well I aim to please that's all.” You responded in kind, leaning into her hand.

She hummed running her hand from your hip grazing over the straps that held your little to the imagination outfit on then gliding between your chest up to the underside of your chin lightly squeezing your neck between her long red nails.

A moment later red blood dripping from those same claws, your own blood, you'd asked if you could go home for the night, that you were tired that you didn't want to “play” as she always put it.

“You do what I say when I tell you, you're nothing without me and my club. You're nothing without this job.” She walked closer sitting back in her chair using one of her boot clad heels to push your face up from where you'd been looking at the floor holding your neck, blood dripping down between your fingers and down your chest. “Now you aim to please, and you will please me when I say.”

You bit your tongue, nodding your head. “Yes Ma'am…” you'd muttered quietly, gagging when she pushed your head up further the gashes in your neck straining. “Yes ma'am!” You'd said louder more of a choked plea than anything.

She smiled fondly, releasing her heel from your chin to instead push against your chest. “That wasn't so hard, was it? You're nothing but an obedient pet for me to play with as I wish. Now, go on and do your job for me. Be a good pet now.”

You nodded, kissing up her leg and taking off her laced tights, gently moving her boot away from your chest as you kissed up past her knee.

Then you stood standing in your bathroom again. The whole place steamed up, forgetting your shower being on as you zoned out. Shaking your head to clear the memory, you took a shaking breath as you cut the lights out, turning on the low light in the corner as you got undressed and stepped inside the shower.

Later being in a nice suit undershirt slightly unbuttoned at the top and the vest pulling in your figure nicely as you held out a hand to your “date” He laughed as you pulled him out of the car in front of Ozzie's. It'd seemed he'd taken a book out of the 20's wearing a sparkling dress with a high slit up to his hip, hands gloved all the way up to his elbows, and some sort of furry scarf draped along his shoulders. A headpiece holding his hair back in an elegant style.

You rolled your eyes pulling him up he quickly got his footing rather gracefully considering the tall heels giving him a few extra inches over you, they followed up tights to a garter set on his exposed thigh with feathers adorning it. “You look amazing as always Zane, can't believe I've let you show me up.” You laughed, tucking an arm around him as you made your way to the big doors. “Oh back in your dancing age, you could have showed me up, don't even try that.” He scoffed, lightly shoving you. “When you hit the body gaurd detail, you started dressing so bland.”

You both smiled at the guard. You pulled out the reservation tickets you had received and also flashed your stamp from Asmodeus before quickly being escorted inside. “You're lucky that secretary of his gave me this, or I wouldn't have been able to get the reservation so soon. If not for the “bland bodyguarding” we'd have to wait just a month to get in here.” You'd leaned in towards his pointed ear to say that chuckling then pulling him away to lead him to your table right by the stage huffing out a laugh as he stopped you to slide a flower and feather arrangement into your breast pocket then taking his scarf and wrapping it around your neck flipping one side over your shoulder.

He nodded in approval, patting your shoulders before taking the seat you had pulled out for him. “There we go! Much better!” He slid his phone out of his pocket.

You looked surprised as he held it up. “How did you manage to fit pockets into that tight ass dress?” He smirked, throwing you a wink. “A girl has her ways, and I as a twink of a man sewed pockets in my dress because I may make my own outfits, but not everything fits in a clutch.” He held his phone up higher, grabbing your hand across the table. “Now smile for the camera, beautiful.” You sighed, smiling with him as he took a few photos. “Oh man, you rolled your eyes in this one! You're lucky you're pretty!” He poked fun going to play on his phone.

“May I take your order today?” A waiter asked, popping up out of nowhere. Zee jumped, but you turned toward them with a smile. “Yes me and my friend here would like to order our drinks now. I'll take a whiskey, neat. And my friend will have the frutiest cocktail you can muster.” You answered kindly, snickering as Zee reached to slap you on the arm. “As you wish, I'll be back shortly with your drinks and to take your order.” The waiter bowed slightly before walking away.

“The frutiest cocktail you can muster!” Zee mocked, holding his fingers up as quotations. “What is that supposed to mean!” He crossed his arms with a playful huff.

You shrugged, grabbing the menu on the table. “You called yourself a twink of a man, not me. Those are your words.” You laughed as he shot you a fake offended glare.

“Well, that's a stereotype. Not all of us fall into that category.” He picked up his own menu, and he started scanning over everything. “What if I got a salad? Would that fall into another stereotype?” He looked over the menu, blinking expectantly at you.

You gave him a deadpan expression. “Really? Come on you know that's not what I meant Zee. Plus you used to get the most sugary shit when we worked. You're welcome to trade for my whiskey when it gets here?” You set your menu down chuckling when he made a gagging expression. “Hey save the fake gagging for the camera!”

He made another gagging face before giving you a serious look. “I'd seriously rather die than drink that. It's so bitter!” Pulling out a compact mirror from his clutch he checked his makeup before groaning. “I'll be right back I need to fix my face. Order me the chicken parm please!” He shouted back as he walked towards the bathroom with a wave.

By the time he returned the drinks were there as well as your respective meals. “Ooo!” He shouted picking up the bright pink drink and taking a sip. “Ugh okay stereotypes aside this is amazing!” He took another sip moaning before taking your cup out of your hand setting it down before putting his cup in your face. “Try it!”

You'd leaned back a bit when he shoved it in your face, but you shook your head with a sigh leaning forward and taking a sip. It was fizzy but also creamy like some type of cream soda and strawberry ice cream. “Oh wait, that's actually really good.” You mumbled, taking another sip groaning when he snatched the drink back towards himself.

“Nuh uh get your own if you like it so much, I'd be more inclined to share if you weren't such a dick.” He said, wrapping his lipe around the straw and throwing you a wink before going to slurp it down. You knew it was because he just wanted it for himself, so you rolled your eyes in return, enjoying the rest of your own drink.

It was a while later you'd walked around a few times, found all the exits in the dining area, and found all the bathrooms. And you knew the food was really damn good along with the name of the drink Zane had gotten.

“Oh while you were looking around ahead of your job and I was relaxing, I asked the waiter what the name of my drink was.” Zane said, picking at his nails and putting his phone screen down on the table. “It's apparently called “the Asmo” Isn't that funny?”

You tilted your head curious about the name of the drink since it was good and then snorting when you learned its namesake. “Think that's what he tastes like when he fin-”

Now, you were currently trying to get a better look at the private rooms in the father back of the club. There were more staff in this area, and you'd been trying to slide back into the hallways to get a better look at the rooms and also behind the stage. You huffed at another failed attempt. “Oh come on, this place has good enough security if it's keeping me out.”

What you hadn't known is that there have been eyes on you ever since you got to the club.

Asmo had been in his office that evening when he'd gotten a call on his desk phone, letting it go to his secretary as he did paperwork Fizzaroli taking a nap in their room. He listened as the secretary handled the call before tuning it out.

"Am I allowed to come to the club before just to look around for a bit?"

He heard tuning back into the conversation, his pen momentarily stopping in its writing. Listening to catch up on what he missed in the conversation. He nodded his head as his secretary confirmed he could, but he'd still need a date. “I would have let that one slide.” He said to himself with a shrug. ���They won't need a date to get in once they work for me.” He let the machine click off. His head popped up, however, when he heard the door to his office open.

Fizz came in yawning and stretching, walking carefully over to Ozzie's desk as he rubbed his eyes. “So you've basically already chosen him?” He said as he extended his legs to hop up on the desk and sit in front of Asmodeus.

Asmo blinked, thinking about what he meant before realizing what he'd said. “I mean, he does show the most promising attributes. He can gaurd you, he has a history of body gaurding, and he can blend in with you. Of course, I see him as a likely candidate.” He set down his pen leaning back in his chair, taking his reading glasses off and setting them to the side. He held his arms out for Fizzaroli. “Did I wake you up when I left?”

Fizz smiled but shook his head as he crawled into his lap. “I woke up once it started feeling cold without you.” He pushed his face into his chest since he was still only wearing his robe. “And I was going to try to convince you to come back to bed instead of working.”

Asmodeus hummed a fond smile on his face, turning up into a smirk. "Normally, I'd let you have your fun and pull me back to bed, but I've got to get everything sorted for the interview. As you've heard just now, a few of the candidates have called ahead to see if they can scout the place." He brought his free hand up to play with the end of the imps sleep hat, twirling the ball on the end between his fingers. "I wouldn't mind if you stayed in my lap, though." He trailed off, looking down to see that he'd already dozed back off, and he chuckled lowly in his throat. "It seems you've decided for me..." He continued doing his paperwork using his free hand to push his head closer to his fluffy chest using his thumb to rub at his cheek.

Fizz stood in the viewing box above the stage, trying to remember all of the candidates' faces so he could see who was and wasn't there. "Is it really smart to hold the test here, Ozzie?" He turned to where Asmodeus was sitting behind him while he was standing at the railing.

He had a smile on his face, pouring himself another drink. "I promise Fizzie everything will be okay. I'm hosting it here because this is where they'll be working the most. I have all of the kinks worked out, so there's no need to worry!"

It had sounded reassuring, and Fizz nodded his head with a smile, but his eyes flicked back over to all of the people out there.

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I promise that in the next part, relations will start to develop, but I'm a sucker for a somewhat plot and character building. Please let me know your feedback. This is my first multi chapter fic! I'm also thinking about making a tag list so let me know if you'd be interested.

Tagging you two so far because you left love on my last part: @naathanuwu @sophb156

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Body writing session.

As a celebration of 400 followers lmk if you want to add something ^w^

[perfectquote]

Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s where you find light when all grows dark.

Pierce Brown, Golden Son

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

One of your "It's a Match" chapters gave me an idea. LOVE that series btw!

What if Gaz is a virgin so Simon let's him lose his virginity with his gf? Simon is there to guide Gaz and make sure he does it right so you get as much pleasure out of it as needed. Then you give Gaz the ride of his life while Simon controls when and where he gets to cum. The poor man whimpering beneath you from the edging and denial until he finally gets permission to cum.

Sub!Gaz x Dom!Simon x Switch!Reader

(Feel free to ignore this as well.)

Took some creative liberties with the prompt and made Switch!Reader a mean/brat tamer domme even if Gaz isn’t necessarily a brat (just felt more practical for me to do it). Sue me.

Sharing is caring. || Gaz x F!Reader x Ghost

Rating: E Words: 4.7K (this one got away from me sorry) Pairing: virgin!Gaz x gf!Reader x bf!Simon CW: smut, voyeurism, hotwifing, domination/submission, oral sex (m! and f! receiving), unprotected piv, fairly rough/forceful sex (BUT CONSENSUAL), praise, slight verbal degradation?, body mods (piercings). other tags: pre-established couple, loss of virginity, pre-agreed upon conditions, consent checks, no beta we die like soap. a/n: no thoughts, just vibes. NOT PROOFREAD

Simon first brought it up one sleepy Sunday evening, when you two were lying side by side in bed, his arms snaked around you as you read an e-book, his eyes glued to the TV on an episode of some crime show.

“You know,” He had said, Roman nose rubbing the top of your head affectionately. “I’d like to run something by you.”

“Hm?” You cooed as you rolled your head back on his chest to look up at him.

“So Kyle has this problem,” Simon began to explain as he looked down at you, brown eyes peering through his blonde lashes.

That got your senses tingling and you immediately set aside the tablet to dedicate your attention to the topic at hand, turning your body to properly face him, your arm coming to rest on his shoulder.

“What kind of problem?” You questioned, an eyebrow raising in intrigue.

Simon’s eyebrows twitched lightly, a tell-tale sign he was about to bring up something ‘embarrassing’, some good gossip. “Go on!” You immediately insisted, catching the little microexpressions on his face.

“He’s a virgin.” Simon revealed, causing you to gasp, pulling your head back and shaking it in confusion.

“NO?!” You said in shock. “With that pretty face of his?” You blinked.

“I know.” Simon says and then cocks a brow upward. “So what do you say?”

You didn’t need clarification, you simply smirked and shot him a look.

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That’s how you ended up here.

Simon made all the arrangements, established rules with Kyle, and finally brought him over the that following Friday.

“You sure about this, sir?” Kyle asks, ever respectfully, sat on your living room couch, with you by his side, Simon sitting across from you on the arm chair by the chandelier.

“As sure as anyt’in’.” Your boyfriend replies and casts a glance at you. “You sure, da’lin’?”

“100% sure.” You answer, before glancing at Kyle. “Are you sure about it?”

“I… I am. But… It’s… It’s your relationship, I don’t want to cause an issue.” Kyle tells you, looking at you sheepishly, dark lashes fluttering anxiously over those stunning brown eyes of his.

“It’s not our first time doing this, I’m sure Simon’s told you all about it.” You reply in a reassuring tone.

“I know but…” Kyle says as he looks at you, your hand on his knee, finger drawing light circles on the denim of his pants.

“We’ll start off slow, at your pace. If ever there’s anything you don’t like, we’ll stop.” You assure him. “Simon’s here for that, after all… Not just for my sake, but yours too.” You add.

Kyle nods and gulps down a deep breath, casting one last glance at the form of his lieutenant, sat imposingly on the arm chair, legs spread open, lounging without a car in the world. One of his legs is bent near the seat, the other stretched across, foot resting on the edge of the coffee table, and arms resting comfortably on the rests, one of his hands holding a tumbler of Bourbon. His head is cocked to the side with interest.

The young sergeant nods again and slowly leans toward you. One of his hand tentatively wraps around your hip, fingers grazing the expanse of your ass in the shorts you’re wearing, while the other grabs you around the back of the neck, his lips connecting to yours.

Your warm, wet tongue swirling with his, soft breaths and gasps coming from your mouth as you let him take the lead for a moment... it’s all making his confidence grow. Sure, he’ll need guidance eventually, but for now he’s got this.

His hand slides to cup your ass, grabbing it with a greedy grasp, squeezing his fingers into the thickness, the other sinking into your hair, fingers gently clutching your scalp as they tug into the hairs.

He’s kissed plenty of people before, this isn’t new for him, and yet, it still feels completely different, in the way you’re not ‘his’ to kiss. But, somehow, that makes it all the better.

Slowly, your lips separate and you glance up at him a single look to check on his state and he nods imperceptibly, which causes your hands to slide down his chest and begin feeling him up.

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you atop of him, hands sliding under the fabric of your top to feel up your back as your own find the hem of his t-shirt and tug it up to expose his chest.

Your fingers trace his pecs, his abs, nails softly drawing down atop him, making him shiver. He’s younger than Simon, his skin infinitely smoother, his body fat percentage definitely lower, not a trace of hair on him. It’s so different from your boyfriend… And you welcome the change.

You help him take off his t-shirt, throwing it haphazardly to the side and then lower your mouth onto his jaw, neck, shoulders, collarbones… You’ve barely started and the poor kid looks like he’s already seeing the universe and all its stars, his cock having sprung to attention so quickly that the bulge in his pants keeps rubbing against your inner thigh.

Slowly, you slip down from atop of him, your hands sliding down his body as you kneel before him on the floor, hands tracing over his thighs in the jeans he’s wearing, fingers squeezing his strong muscles through the fabric.

“You’ve never gotten a bj before, have you?” You ask him, eyebrows cocked and eyes locked onto his face. He shakes his head immediately, muttering something about ‘getting a handy’ back in secondary but that was the extent of it.

“Poor thing.” You coo at him. “Never got to feel a pretty mouth wrapped around that cock, hm?” Yo teased him playfully, watching how his eyes widened, eyebrows scrunching pitifully, as you undid his belt and tugged down his jeans.

“You’re in good hands, Garrick. She’ll take good care of you. Has a very talented throat.” Simon pipes up behind you. You don’t even have to look behind you to spot the smirk on his lips, the way the dulcet of his voice comes just short of a boast and a brag of how lucky he himself is, and how lucky Kyle is that Simon was willing to share you.

You help Kyle out of his sneakers and jeans before beginnin to palm him through the black cotton of his boxer briefs, his cock already peeking up from behind the waistband, leaking precum in anticipation. “Someone’s eager, hm? Are you excited, Kyle?” You quip to him.

“Mhm. Very. Very!” Kyle nods, his eyes glued to every single movement of yours, from the way your hands palm at his bulge, to how your fingers caress his smooth skin, to how they hook onto the waistband and roll down his underwear, peeling it off his body.

He’s big, bigger than Simon, even, though not as thick… He’s circumcised and he’s perfectly shaven. You wonder if he did that for your sake, or his own preference. There’s a thick vein running down the underside of him, one you can’t wait to feel pulse against your tongue.

Taking his cock in your hand, you stroke it slowly before allowing your tongue to run atop of it, base to tip, your tongue gently grazing the leaky tip, spreading the precum over the head before slowly parting your lips and guiding him inside.

The moan that escapes the boy in front of you makes you smirk, he twitches below you, fingers clenching on either side of his thighs, as if resisting squeezing into tight fists as you slowly allow his cock to slide deeper into your mouth. Then, you start bobbing it, up and down, cheeks hollowed out and lips grazing the warm skin leaving a mess of saliva around him.

Kyle’s quick to react this time, his hand grabbing you by your hair, legs trembling on either side of you. Your eyes shoot up to find his, only to find that his head is falling back onto the back of the couch, eyes screwed closed, mouth hanging open like he’s experiencing an out of body experience.

“He’s certainly enjoying himself, isn’t he?” Simon remarks behind you, receiving a finger signal from you, a sign of agreement, a preestablished way of communicating, since your mouth was busy. “That feel good, Kyle?”

“Y-Yeah… Yeah… I-It… God…” Kyle groans in between swallowed breaths. Poor thing, you want to coo at him, already too lost in the pleasure to even speak… Oh, how beautiful he’ll look soon, fucked out under you, drunk on your pussy…

You don’t notice Simon coming up from behind you until you feel his hand grip your head, atop of Kyle’s, calloused fingers digging into your scalp. His other hand shoots out to grab Kyle’s head from the back, pulling it forward so he’s forced to stare at you.

Then, your head is shoved forward, Kyle’s cock sliding down your throat with no warning Simon’s hand holding you in place, while Kyle’s eyes widen and an obscene moan escapes his mouth. Simon controls your head, pulling and pushing you onto Kyle’s hip. 

It’s no wonder that Kyle’s whole body starts to tremble, eyes widened and having trouble staying focused, or open, mouth left wide open as Simon makes him fuck the back of your throat, experienced eyes keeping watch of your reactions and signals and of Kyle’s…

He’s controlling the speed at which you go, how deep you take his cock down his throat, how much of a mess you make with your spit, and how long you get to breathe whenever he pulls you off before pushing you back on. A reminder. He’s always in control.

“Come down her pretty throat, go on, Garrick.” Simon demands. Kyle, poor thing, has already been holding on with teeth and nails to keep himself from climaxing too soon, wanting to prove himself as more than just inexperienced… But Simon’s order is so severe, he can’t keep it up… And he lets go, twitching in your mouth and shooting his come down your throat.

Simon lets go of you both, giving you a moment to catch your breaths, brown eyes staring at the result of what you just did, you, out of breath, a mess of drool down your chin, and eyes welled up with tears, and Kyle, out of breath, a mess of drool around the base of his cock, and eyes glazed over.

“Good job, da’lin’...” Simon tells you, pulling you up ever so slightly, kissing you sweetly, his tongue piercing flicking across your tongue, as if he’s looking for a taste of Kyle in your throat. 

After a moment, he pulls back and looks at Kyle. “Now, you’re gonna thank her for the favour she made ya, hm?” He warns. “Let’s take this to the bed. C’mon.” He demands, taking you by the hand and leading you to the bedroom, leaving Kyle to have to keep up.

Simon, unlike you, is a practical man. He doesn’t waste time. By the time Kyle has made it to the bedroom after barely 20 seconds, he’s already got you naked and splayed atop the mattress, a pillow placed under your hips.

He’s on his knees in front of you and beckons Kyle closer with two fingers, before he uses those same two fingers to rub over your folds and spread them open, revealing just how wet you’ve gotten from merely giving Kyle head. “You see that?” Simon coos at him while you stare at them both, holding yourself up on your elbows.

“Y-Yes, sir.” Kyle replies with a nod, his own hand reaching to touch you, carefully sliding between your puffy lips, gliding across easily through the slick. 

Simon grabs Kyle’s wrist and carefully guides it across to your clit, finding it with the speed of a man that’s been fucking you often since you two started dating. He knows your body, knows you better than anyone, and he’s about to show Kyle exactly how to touch you to get you to fall apart like he does…

You immediately stiffen up when you feel the pads of Kyle’s fingers against your clit, the pressure behind them coming from Simon’s hand as he rolls his fingers in light circles. It’s familiar and it immediately causes you to hum in pleasure and hiss, lying yourself back on the mattress.

“Ideally, you always keep something touch that needy little clit there.” Simon explains, more like he’s giving an anatomy lesson than having a threesome. “Be it a tongue, a finger, what have you.”

Simon’s hand then slides Kyle’s fingers away, making you whimper from the loss of contact. “Be patient, da’lin’, you’ll get more soon.” He quips. “Needy girl… Thought you were going to be all bossy with Kyle, now look at you…” He coos. 

Simon turns Kyle’s hand over and, using his own hand, parts your puffy cunny before helping Kyle push two digits into your slick warmth. Kyle’s fingers are no biggy, not thick and calloused like Simon’s, and they’re surprisingly easy to take on. You moan softly at them, before becoming just a bit more vocal when Kyle’s fingers pad over your G-spot when Simon curls them just so.

“Right there, you see that?” Simon beckons, Kyle responding with mild agreement that you don’t even register because, soon, his fingers start moving, fucking in and out you per Simon’s instruction, while your boyfriend’s tongue quickly finds your clit, the cold piercing rubbing and flicking at your most sensitive spot, causing your back to arch on the bed.

“Oh, fuck, Simon…” You whine, legs already shaking, more so per the stimulation, which causes your boyfriend to use both of his free hands to keep your knees spread open as far as he could comfortably get them, tongue still lapping up at you with purposeful strokes.

The shaggy blond hair of your boyfriend vanishes for a moment, as does the experienced tongue touching you, before it gets replaced with Kyle’s slightly messier and uncoordinated attempts, Simon observing Kyle and noting your reactions and how much weaker they are, upset at the lack of proper stimulation.

“C’mon, Garrick…” Simon croons. “Your tongue’s sharp enough to roast Johnny, but you get here and it gets shy?” He taunts, before using his hand on the back of the sergeant’s neck to guide him a bit.

“I’m trying…” Kyle remarks, his face feeling warm against your skin, showing he’s likely blushing despite his darker complexion hiding it, his fingers still moving in the way Simon taught him, his only saving grace.

“Scoot.” Simon remarks and pushes his head aside, ever so slightly, causing him to rest against your thigh. Simon’s head pushes in near Kyle’s, resting against your other thigh, and his tongue catches your clit again, though the angle at he’s at now, slightly at an angle, allows Kyle to spot the way Simon moves his tongue: soft circles, zigzagging side to side, lips also rubbing against you.

Kyle watches closely, eyes widened, pupils blown with lust at the sight of Simon’s face so close and going down on you so eagerly, his eyes glued to your face up top, as if checking every single reaction you have to your boyfriend’s mouth. And react you do. Your moans are louder, jumpy, desperate, your hands grabbing the bed covers and squeezing tight, your cunt seeking Simon’s mouth as you fuck yourself onto it.

Kyle wasn’t the type to watch porn often, having little time and little interest in it, more so because he knew it wasn’t a good habit or realistic to expect it to be realistic… But the sight of Simon’s lips sucking and rubbing into your slick like it was the most delicious meal he’s ever gotten to eat was better than any of the porn he’s actually seen.

Simon’s able to make you come undone in a matter of minutes, the whimpers and needy moans, the shallow breaths, the way your head was left spinning, lolling to the side as Simon eased you down from your peak and then dropped a chaste kiss to your thigh before standing up again. 

“You saw that?” He teases Kyle, who nods eagerly, no words coming to his lips after the display he just got. “You’ll get there eventually. With practise.” He assures him before patting him lightly on the shoulder. “Up you go.”

“How are you doing, da’lin’?” Simon asks, checking on you as you nod and show him a thumbs up, causing a chuckle to come from his chest before he takes a seat in another armchair in the corner, a spot he usually uses when having insomnia, right by the windows, to work on his laptop while you sleep near him… Except this time being used for something else.

“Go on, then, continue.” He demands as he sprawls out on the armchair, legs spread and already undoing his belt and fly, seeking relief from the tight feeling in his own jeans.

You nod eagerly and quickly shift to be sat on the bed, pulling Kyle toward you. “You still want this?” You ask him as you look him in the eyes… As if Kyle, needy the way he is now, after the sight of you coming undone on Simon’s tongue, would ever be able to answer anything other than a resounding ‘YES!’.

“Mhm… I do.” Kyle assures you with another nod… So, you kiss again, hands sliding over each other’s bodies just like they had on the couch before, exploring the free skin, allowing Kyle to grope you more easily. He seems fixated on your ass and thighs, fingers kneading the extra meat in them and holding you close.

His cock has long recovered from his first orgasm, now rubbing against your tummy as he kneels in front of you on the mattress. But not for long. Soon, you’ve laid Kyle on his back, and you’re straddling him, one leg on either side, slowly rubbing your folds over the length of his veiny cock.

“You’re gonna take ‘im for a right, da’lin’?” Simon asks, your eyes seeking him out in his armchair. The way you’re positioned, he can see all of you. Your pretty tits, the way your lips spread to rub against Kyle’s shaft, your legs parted open and knees digging into the mattress.

“Mhm…” You reply, your expression having shifted once again from the needy, submissive mess he had made of you, to a more dominant, playful one as you look down at the sergeant below you, looking up at you like he knows he’s in for a wild one.

“Go on then… But try not to break him, yeah?” Simon teases and winks at you, his hand already palming his cock through his own black boxer briefs.

“No promises…” You quip in return and wink back, before, carefully reaching a hand forward to lift Kyle’s cock from its resting spot against his hip.

Slowly, you sink yourself into it, his narrower build a lot easier to accommodate than Simon’s girth… But you soon regret how eagerly you did it, when you feel Kyle’s sheer size slip inside easily, his tip striking your cervix forcefully with that one swft motion.

“Bloody hell…” You grunt and bounce back a bit to relieve the pressure. “You’re big, aren’t you?” You tease Kyle who’s already unresponsive, poor little thing, eyes twice as wide as they had been when you gave him head, barely nodding in response.

Shifting your weight around, you plant your feet on either side of Kyle’s hip. “I’m gonna move, okay?” You warn him, setting your open palms on his thighs, behind your back, earning another nod from Kyle.

Slowly, you start to ride him, each bounce of your hips drawing the most delicious moans out of Kyle, his head lolling back over the foot of the bed, eyelids fluttering and his back arching.

“Gah- Fuck-” Kyle grunts, his breath already ragged before you’ve had time to do anything, just slowly moving, feeling his lengthy size rub against your walls as you force him to bottom out every time.

Kyle’s voice gets higher, whinier, his forehead dribbling with sweat with each thrust you force his cock to deliver into your slick cunny. “Feels… so… sososo so good…” He whimpers, his tone almost pathetic.

“Yeah… does it feel good?” You croon at him, a mischievous smirk on your lips, his cock drawing soft moans off your mouth as well.

“Yeah… yeah… yeah…” Kyle nods needily, his breath staggered and swallowing excess saliva.

“Yeah? Was it all you were expecting, pretty boy?” You tease him some more, earning another handful of needy ‘Yeah’s, his mind too overwhelmed with pleasure to consider saying anything else. “You don’t want me to go faster then, do you?”

“No… no… faster…” He replies, his head shooting forward, clearly eager to experience what ‘faster’ would feel like.

“Oh? Then you were lying? It doesn’t feel good, you need it faster?” You croon at him as if he was behaving like a brat and not like the good boy he really was.

“No… nO… it’s- it’s-!” Kyle tries to reply, desperate to clear the misunderstanding. Not that you give him time for it, as you speed up the speed of your bouncing, taking him in harder with each strike of your hips coming down onto his.

“GOD- YES!” Kyle shouts, eyes shot open and back curling upward, his head snapping forward to look at you and watch the way your pussy swallows every inch of his veiny cock, before letting out a huff and falling back on the bed again, desperate for more.

His hands grab onto your thighs and hips, fingers digging in hard, as you ride him, sweat beginning to slide down your forehead, down your cheeks and neck. Your eyes flitter over to Simon in the corner.

The smug fucker is watching everything with a nasty little half-grin on his lips, brown eyes darkened with lust as he watches you play with Kyle, making him squirm and whimper below you.

“Play with your clit for me, da’lin’.” His voice rings out amidst the frequent and whiney moans coming from Kyle. One of your hands slips away from Kyle’s thigh behind you, finding your clit and rubbing it slowly as you keep bouncing atop of Kyle, hips stuttering lightly as the pleasure becomes more intense.

“That’s it…” Simon says with a chuckle from his armchair, fisting his cock leisurely, as if the sight in front of him wasn’t worth any more from him. “How’s his cock feel, da’lin’?” Your boyfriend asks you.

He’s playing with your head, much like you’re playing with Kyle’s… making you go back and forth between a submissive and dominant mind frame, deriving pleasure from the mind games he’s forcing you to take on.

“It’s big…” You whimper in reply. “So big…” You murmur, your eyes soft and needy as you look at your boyfriend, watching the wicked look in his face..

“Don’t look at me, look at him…” Simon tells you. “Fuck ‘im right, he deserves it.” Simon adds. “Poor lad, been so long without experiencing a pussy…” He teases. “ow’s it feel, Garrick?” He turns his attention, and yours, to the sergeant below you.

Kyle nods pathetically. “Y-Yeah… It’s- Ah-” He whimpers, eyes glazed over with pleasure, too far gone in it, too overwhelmed with the feeling of a warm, wet pussy sheathing his virgin cock.

He’s too fucked out to think… And you’re bound to join him soon enough, with the way he looks below you, your fingers playing with your clit, and his cock swiftly hitting a spot inside you that no man’s ever reached before…

Your hips stutter atop of Kyle’s, your legs straining and tired, sore from the rhythm and position. You shift positions, leaning forward, hands coming to rest on his hard pecs, your head hanging atop of Kyle’s, facing him better.

You grind back and forth, trying to regain strength to continue, feeling Kyle’s tip rubbing deep inside of you, so deep and hard… You can’t help but whine.

“She’s getting tired, Kyle. Go on, it’s your turn.” Your boyfriend quips, his voice dripping with power and command over the two of you.

Kyle didn’t need to be told twice, his arms wrapped around your lower back and he bucked up like a bull, tossing you both aside, the bed creaking with the movement. Whatever insecurity he had is gone.

He pushes your thighs apart with his hip and starts pistoning into you with barely any regard for rhythm or how deep he’s going, his face buried into your neck as he plows into you, grunting and whining like an animal in rut. Not that you mind.

You’re used to Simon (and sometimes a few other mutual ‘friends’ of yours), men who are experienced, who know what to do, how to do it, who aren’t sloppy or erratic, who’s hips don’t jerk with each plunge into your warm cunny… It’s completely different with a bloke like Kyle. Inexperienced, green, but eager and desperate and…

You’re moaning loud and often, nails clawing at his smooth scarless back, eyes rolling as each snap of his hips claps against you like a whip, his cock burying into you to the hilt and back out before plunging back in.

Once more, Simon’s quick to come to your side, quick to crouch by the side of the bed, eyes admiring the way you both act and move, to keep a keen eye on your reactions and his, ready to pull him off you like a mutt that’ll hurt his mate if the owner doesn’t make him dismount…

But he doesn’t intervene. Not when you’re moaning like a whore, with Kyle sweating and grunting atop you, his eyes screwed shut and looking like he’ll lose every and any ounce of restraint he has in the next 3 seconds, somehow pulling the will to go on from sheer fucking air.

“You gonna flood ‘er little cunt with your come, aren’t you, Kyle?” Simon coos as he rests his forearms on the mattress, a perch to watch better.

“Y-Yeah! Yeah!” Kyle replies with an eager nod, eyes opening for a moment to look at Simon who’s so close to him.

“Yeah? Are you?” Simon continues egging him on. “You gonna fill my girl with your load?” He adds, his voice dropping to a more authoritative tone.

“Y-YEAH!” Kyle raises his voice, a bit more determined, but still deep in his natural state… obedient, ready to die for his superior, for his lieutenant.

“Go on, then,” Simon demands. “I wanna see. I wanna see you fill ‘er up.” He adds. “Tell ‘er you’re gonna do it.”

Kyle’s head turns a bit to look at you, his warm brown eyes blown wide with lust and desperation, his skin slick with sweat, his plump lips parted to let in desperate gulps of air.

“‘m gonna…” Kyle grunts as he shifts his weight lightly, his nose leaning against yours. “Gonna put my come so… deep inside you…” He warns you.

The look in his eyes, the desperation in his tone, the warning tone of his that does not at all fit his personality… Somehow it all comes together to rip the filthiest orgasm out of you, your head rolling back, eyes squeezing shut and a loud whine slipping from your parted lips as you squeeze and contract around Kyle’s cock.

Kyle can’t last not even a second longer the moment you start to come around him. His eyes fall shut, his back arches and he digs his fingers into the bed, toes curling and legs shaking as he fucks his come inside of you, drool slipping down his parted mouth.

“Good job.” Simon’s voice remarks next to you, satisfied and almost… proud, while you’re both too lost in the high of pleasure to even recognize his existence in the room or that you’re… alive, really.

[ghcstao3]

ghost told soap outright once that the mask was primarily for anonymity sake, and soap had no reason to believe any other reason was A) his business and therefore; B) meaningless.

but because ghost was still a rebellious teen once upon a time, the mask is actually also his way of obscuring several piercings of which he’d gotten redone since permanently donning the mask for work, simply because he missed having them.

(it’s a fun surprise for soap to discover the eyebrow piercing, nose ring, and various jewellery littering ghost’s ears much further down the line. really sells the punk aesthetic that ghost so vehemently tries to deny he follows. he’s not fooling anyone while he has the eyeblack and skeleton motifs.)

[annievrse]

me or 100k?

dazai x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 blurb

"would you rather kiss me for $100,000 or the prettiest girl in the world for $1m?" you ask your boyfriend, phone in front of your face.

dazai hums. "i'll take the $1m."

you don't realise your face drops at his response until he sits up from his place on the couch.

"what? i get to kiss you too, so i don't see the problem."

raising your eyebrows, you smile at him. "you think i'm pretty?"

"pfft," dazai laughs, reaching forward to grasp your hands. "of course, i think you're pretty. i think you're prettier than pretty."

you shove your face in your hands to avoid his eyes, but you can't help the thundering beat of your heart in your chest.

"c'mere," dazai giggles, pulling you toward him. you land with your face on his shoulder and laugh, peering up at him.

"i would kiss the prettiest boy in the world for $1m, too."

the only indication that dazai heard you was the immediate bloom of red on his cheeks. "we're not talking about me."

"yes, we are," you nod, pressing your lips to his neck. "you're prettier than pretty."

dazai scoffs, but it's a weak attempt at diverting your attention. "we gotta get to work."

you gasp, lips upturned. "osamu dazai insisting we go to the agency? who are you?"

"shut up," he whispers, dragging you to stand from the couch.

once dazai locks the front door, you turn to him. "i can't wait to let everyone know my boyfriend is the prettiest in the whole world."

"do that, and i'll tell ranpo what you did to his candy stash."