#Pleeeease be where that's going. Please let us see her

[tmae3114]

Me, concerned: The Deadlands rift is still open...

Devs: Odessa is in the Wastes

Me, excited: The Deadlands rift is still open!! :D

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

To Be A Good Slut Girl (Mean MDoms!Sukuna & Choso x Black fsub!Reader x msub!Itadori 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Choso x Itadori Yuji x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which your boyfriend’s older brothers decide that they don’t like how you’re treating their kid brother (who is too oblivious and in love to realize that you’re using him for his money and his d*ck) and decide to teach you some lessons.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); R*pe; Noncon; Bitchy!Reader; Black-Coded!Reader; Mean!MDoms Sukuna & Choso; msub!Itadori; fsub!Reader; Implied Incest (The brothers don't have sex with each other! Only with the reader!); Foursome; Physical Assault; Spit Play; Daddy Kink; Boot Grinding; Collaring; Pet Play; BDSM; Handcuffs; Panty Gag; Choking; Hair-Pulling; Forced Deepthroat; Forced Orgasms; Voyeurism; Orgasm Denial; Sex Toys; Mating Press; Doggystyle; Cum Play; Facial; Some Aftercare

*Important Disclaimer: This work contains depicted acts of r*pe and noncon. PLEASE beware and tread lightly while reading. I personally do not condone any of the acts written in this one shot. It is ONLY a fantasy.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Enjoy & go touch some fucking grass! Luv y’all! -Jazz 

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“Yuji, baby, can I borrow $50 to get my nails done, pleeeease?” you mock-sweetly plea.

“Oh, God, kill me,” Sukuna groans. Choso smirks at the stove, stirring a big pot of ramen broth.

“Sure thing, sweetheart!” Yuji, their sweet, gullible, "golden retriever" ass little brother chirps from the living room. “Anything for my pretty, pretty princess!”

“Please, Choso, just fuckin’ do it,” Sukuna begs, pointing a butter knife to his thick, veiny neck.

“Shut the fuck up, man,” Choso chuckles, taking the knife out of his brother's hand. “That’s his girl. He can do what he wants.” From the living room, he can hear you kissing Yuji down, your lip gloss wetly smacking.

“Yeah, but why do it in our faces?" Sukuna huffs, leaning against the counter with his tatted arms crossed. "Every time they talk, it’s about him buying her this and taking her there!” He huffs, rolling his crimson eyes. “It’s like he’s a fuckin’ bank and personal dildo to her.”

“Don't let your twin hear you talkin' 'bout her like that, Choso chastizes him, wagging a wooden spoon in his face. "This is the first real girlfriend he's ever had. Not everyone can hit it and quit it like you."

Sukuna sniffs indifferently at Choso, yanking on one of his black, spiked ponytails. Choso is the oldest of the sibling trio, acting as the dad of the two pink-haired twins. Sukuna is older than Yuji by ten minutes and is different than his little bro in every possible way: he's grumpy, sarcastic, unsociable, and goes through girls like a smoker would a pack of cigs.

Yuji, on the other hand, is sweet and liked by everyone he meets with his fluffy, pink hair, energetic personality, and dumb antics that they're damn near adorable. He trusts everybody...which includes you: his bitchy, manipulative, gold-digging girlfriend.

"Believe me, I don’t like it either," Choso tells a sulking Sukuna, "but we can’t just tell him to stop dating her. Yuji is down bad for this girl.”

Sukuna tsks, looking into the living room at you sitting on Yuji's lap in your tight little top and short, plaid school skirt where he can just see a sliver of thigh. "Unfortunately," he sighs.

It's no secret (except to Yuji) that Choso and Sukuna don't like you. They know what you're up to and they don't like it. You use their brother up until there is nothing left. Anytime you call, it's always to ask Yuji to take you to a new nightclub or buy you a new Fendi bag.

Yuji has a good job, but he's also in college. He doesn't have the funds to keep funding your mani-pedis and get you some new shoes. Not enough to keep running to the bank or the mall. But Yuji does it because he's insane over you. Five months after dating, the man is head over heels, carrying your bags behind you during shopping sprees and practically kissing your feet.

And you don't do a thing. Choso and Sukuna have yet to see you show their brother genuine love and affection. You only kiss him up and coo sweet nothings to him when he says yes to buying you something or giving you money. It boils their blood, but there isn't much they can do if Yuji likes you so damn much.

“Hey, guys!” Yuji says, suddenly skipping into the kitchen. “You guys mind keeping Y/N company? I’m gonna head out and get her some lemon pepper wings.” He gives his older brothers a gigawatt grin despite their confused scowls.

“But I’m fixin’ us ramen,” Choso states, confused. “Why are you pickin' her up food if I’m cooking for her?” He swears he doesn't mean to mention you so harshly, but he can't help it.

“Oh, she doesn’t eat Japanese food,” Yuji laughs. “And it’s no big deal! I bought stuff for me too, so I’ll just pick it up when I get her meal." He gives them a wink before heading out of the kitchen, his car keys in his pocket.

“Hold up, Yuji,” Choso says, turning to face his brother. Yuji turns around, curious and naive. Choso and Sukuna share a look, both knowing that they can't stay silent about this anymore. “So," Choso starts, clearing his throat, "you’ve been with Y/N for a long time, right?”

Yuji practically gets heart eyes at the mention of you. “Yeah,” he dreamily sighs. “Five months of bliss. She’s the best and the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen!"

Choso inhales deeply, mentally preparing to crush his brother's heart. “Listen, don’t take this the wrong way, but….Sukuna and I have noticed some weird things about her.” Yuji blankly blinks at him, confused. “Like what?”

“Like how she’s a gold-digging, fake ass bitch,” Sukuna snaps. Choso harshly nudges him in the side. “What?! I’m just being real!”

Yuji's eyes narrow at his brothers, alarmed at such words being hurled at his pretty, pretty princess. “What do you mean?” he scoffs. “Y/N isn’t at all like that! Sure, she asks me to buy her things and CashApp her money for shoes and makes me hold my orgasms, but that’s all part of being a good boyfriend and—“

“Wait, you said she does what?” Choso asks, gobsmacked.

“Has me buy her shoes?" Yuji questions, blinking cluelessly at them.

“No, no, the last part," Sukuna replies, just as alarmed. "She makes you hold your cum? Like….as a kink thing?” Yuji's cheeks grow pink and he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, I mean...everyone has their thing, I guess. She likes seeing me squirm, she says. Says I look cute when I’m desperate.”

Choso and Sukuna once again share a look that Yuji doesn't pay attention to. “But then she makes you cum afterward, right?” Choso pushes. Yuji suddenly grows shy, his face going beat red. “Uh…”

Sukuna rolls his crimson eyes. “C’mon, Yuji, we’re your brothers. We found your fleshlight in the dryer before, remember? You've caught us havin' sex plenty of times!”

Though still nervous, Yuji knows his brother is right and decides to be honest. “Most of the time, no. She’s usually the one that cums when we have sex.” He must realize how this sounds because he quickly tries to sugarcoat it. “B-But I don’t mind! I love pleasing my princess. She deserves everything.”

He pulls a dreamy, pussy-whipped face that has his brothers worrying even more. Just how bad do you have this boy in your hands?

“Yuji!" you call, strutting into the kitchen with your fresh bundles and Jimmy Choo sandals. Your smile fades when you see Choso and Sukuna looking pissed. “Oh, sorry. Am I interrupting?”

Yuji whirls around, looking like a happy dog wagging its tail. “No, my love! What do you need?”

You wave your phone at him. “I got a notification saying that the food is ready. When you get back, can you stop and pick me up some of that strawberry cheesecake carriages for my E-pen?” You snuggle up to him, pressing your tits against his arm.

“Sure, baby girl!" he eagerly replies. "Anything you want!” You happily squeal, pecking him on the lips. “Thank you, baby,” you coo. Your phone dings then, signaling a call. “Oh, that’s my friend! I’ve gotta take this.”

You stroke Yuji's cheek for a brief moment before strutting off, your ass bouncing and swaying enticingly so in your skirt. “Isn’t she so hot?” Yuji sighs to his bros. The two don't answer, instead waving him out the door and telling him they'll save him a bowl.

Once he's out the door, Choso puts the broth on simmer and looks at an equally simmering Sukuna. "Corner the bitch?" he asks.

"Fuck yes," Choso growls. "Hurry, before Yuji gets home." But as they creep upstairs to confront you about how shitty of a girlfriend you are, Choso hears your laughs coming from Yuji's cracked bedroom and coaxes Sukuna to stay quiet as they peek into the room.

You face away from them, twirling your locks around your long nails and chatting away on the phone, unaware that you're being watched.

"Yuji's fine," you say indifferently. "He went to get me some wings. He's such a munch, girl, I swear!" You giggle at the insult to give Yuji and then scoff at whatever your friend says. "Well, yeeeah, technically, we're dating, but I'm not with him for the romance. I'm with him because he gets me whatever I want."

Choso and Sukuna give each other a wide-eyed look. This bitch!

"I'm serious!" you say to your friend. "This boy is so sprung from me and my pussy that he doesn't even care that I'm using him. He's bought me a pink Switch, paid for my makeup and nails, and gives me money for rent all because I ask him...and 'cause I give him such good head."

You giggle again, cocky. "And not only does he do that," you boast. "He's got a mouth and a dick on him! He will eat me out for days and let me ride him till I cum...and I haven't made him cum once." You toss your head back and laugh, the sound irritating Yuji's bros.

"He's my personal black card and dildo!" you laugh. "Such a dumb boy, but so, so cute!"

Choso and Sukuna can't hear anymore so they slink away from the door and back downstairs. "That bitch!" Sukuna growls, seething. "Who the fuck she think she is? I'm goin' back up there to–"

"Wait!" Choso whispers, putting a hand on his bro's chest to stop him. "I have a better idea of how to handle this." Sukuna narrows his red eyes at him. "Instead of puttin' this slut out on the street where she belongs?" he scoffs.

"You know that Yuji will never forgive us if we do that," Choso reasons. "So I have another way on how we can confront her." Sukuna blinks at him, confused yet intrigued.

"We wait till Yuji comes home and then we give her some lessons on how to be a good girlfriend for our brother." A malevolent smirk grows on Choso's lips. "We'll make it so she'll regret ever using him."

Like a lightbulb flickering on, Sukuna catches Choso's drift and returns his evil smirk. "If this idea is what I think it is, I love it already," he cackles. "That bitch won't know what hit her."

And you don't. It all happens so fast: Yuji comes home with the food and your E-pen cartridges; you take him into his bedroom to "reward"; you're on your knees with his pants down when Choso and Sukuna suddenly walk in.

You gasp and jump behind Yuji's bed. "What the fuck?!" you shriek. "Do y'all know how to knock?!" Choso smirks while Sukuna gives you a glare that could kill millions. "Oh, we do," he replies. "But sluts don't deserve privacy. 'Specially gold-digging ones like you."

You glare at Yuji's twin, angered. "Excuse me?" you hiss. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Yuji's very angry twin," Sukuna growls. "And the younger brother to our even angrier older bro." He nods at Choso who shuts the door behind him before crossing his tatted arms over his buff chest. "Yuji!" you snap, yanking at your boy toy's pant leg. "Don't let them talk to me like that!"

But Yuji just stands there, unmoving and silent. "Yuji!" you hiss, yanking on him again. "What's wrong with you?! What are you, a pussy?"

You gasp when Sukuna suddenly grabs a lockful of your hair, wrenching your head back. You didn't even notice him walking up to you from the door. "Hey, now," he tsks, "that ain't no way to talk to our kid brother. You should apologize to him."

"Yuji, go sit over there," Choso demands, nodding at the chair across the room. Yuji does so, leaving you with his two older brothers who have begun to corner you. You shake and shiver under Sukuna's fist still curled in your hair, begging Yuji for help.

"Aw, look, Choso!" Sukuna cackles. "She's scared! She should be. Fuckin' little slut." Just for fun, he yanks your hair back, emitting a pained gasp from you.

Choso kneels down in front of you, his aura intimidating and his eyes firm. "You wanna know why you're here?" he asks and you nod, tears prickling your eyes. "We overheard your little convo with your bestie, talkin' 'bout how our brother is nothin' but a personal dildo for you. How you're only usin' him for his money and his dick."

Your eyes tick to Yuji who sits sulkingly in front of the door, looking like a kicked puppy. You are then roughly snatched back by Choso, his hand gripping your chin. "Don't you fuckin' look away from me," he demands. "And don't lie either. We heard everything you said and we told Yuji too."

"And all this time he was thinkin' about how he can be a better boyfriend to your triflin' ass," Sukuna sighs. "Tragic. He should've dumped your slutty ass months ago, but nooo, he was so concerned that his pretty princess get those shoes or bag she so desperately wanted."

"That kind of behavior don't fly with us, baby," Choso adds. "So we're gonna give you some lessons on how to be a good girl for our little bro. When you walk outta here tonight, all you're gonna be thinkin' about is how you can be a good girlfriend."

"And how much we ruined you," Sukuna laughs. "And Yuji's gonna watch! After all, he needs to be taught how to put you in your place."

He wrenches your hair back hard, making your scalp sting, and bends down so he's an inch away from your face. "And if you even think about tryna escape, you won't like what happens next," he growls.

"You're gonna do everything we say if you wanna leave here tonight," Choso demands. "Do you understand?" You nod despite Sukuna's hold on your hair, but a slap to the face makes you realize your mistake. "Words," Choso growls. "Gimme words, brat."

"Y-Yes!" you whimper.

"Yes, who?" Choso prompts, still in your grill. Swallowing harshly, your brain scrambles for an answer. "Yes...Daddies," you answer, your voice wavering with fear. That must be the golden answer because Sukuna and Choso finally release you, but they still tower over you while Yuji blocks the door.

You've never been so scared in your life than now, stuck in this room and forced to face the consequences of your actions. You don’t know what they’ll do to you if you refuse. 

So when Sukuna demands that you take off your top and bra, you do. The skirt and heels stay on. 

When Choso orders you to put your hands behind your back, you do it. 

You begin to sob when he clips on some handcuffs and Sukuna snaps a collar with a leash around your neck. You feel so much like a pet. A tool to be used. 

Tears stain your pretty face and ruin your makeup, much to the brothers’ liking. “Stop fuckin’ cryin’,” Choso cooly says, his voice like ice. “You did this to yourself. You’ve got nobody to blame but you.” 

Sukuna laughs, wrapping his fist around the leather strap connected to your collar. “She’s cryin’?” he cackles. “Damn, it only took this to make you break, huh, slut? Mmm, you look so cute with ruined makeup, y’know. Can’t wait to see my cum on this mug.” 

He forces your chin up, getting a good look at your wet face. “Now let’s get you stretched out,” he chuckles. Your glassy eyes widen in fear. What does he mean by that? You get your answer when Choso presents you with a bottle of strawberry-flavored lube and a butt plug: small, silver, and shaped like a bedazzled heart. 

The two smirk down at you, unfeeling and menacing. It’s enough to make you pee yourself. You don’t fight them when they force you onto your knees, your wrists cuffed behind your back. You bend over in your little skirt, presenting your ass to the brother trio, your thong stuck between your asscheeks. 

“Look at this,” Choso sharply exhales, giving your ass a harsh smack. The sound ricochets against the walls, making Yuji squirm in his seat.

“Oh, a thong, huh?” Sukuna tsks. “Such a fuckin’ whore. Prancin’ around in public like this on my kid brother’s arm? I bet you were hopin’ for someone like us to bend you over and ruin you.” He then yanks down your panties and rips them off of your legs, the sound of fabric ripping making you flinch. “You won’t be needin’ that shit no more,” he chuckles. 

Your body trembles and shakes like a leaf in autumn when Choso squirts some lube on his fingers and begins tracing your asshole, gently probing the little hole. At the same time, Sukuna spits on his fingers and plays with your pussy. “This is as gentle as I’m gonna be with you, so enjoy it, slut,” he whispers in your ear. 

You moan and whimper like a pathetic little whore against Sukuna’s skillful, black-painted fingers, little electric shocks of pleasure coursing through you. It causes your pussy to drip and your asshole to eventually stretch around Choso’s finger. “Damn, you’re tight here,” he hisses. “I bet that cunt is even tighter.” 

“Oh, it is,” Sukuna comments, his middle finger sinking into your pussy. “Little bitch is just so hungry to be fucked by anything at this point.” While he continues to finger you and nudge your clit, Choso then pushes the butt plug into your asshole, making your jaw go slack and a whine escape your lips. You can feel it stretching you out, making your toes curl and muscles tense. 

“Relax, mama,” Choso whispers. “Just relax.” You manage to do so, inhaling and exhaling until your body unclenches and the plug sinks all the way home inside. “Show your boyfriend that little hole, pet,” Sukuna demands, smacking your ass. “Ain’t she look cute, Yuji? Like a proper slut.” 

Yuji has now unzipped his pants and has his hard dick in his hands, stroking away at the sight of you. To you see you look so slutty and submissive on your knees with your handcuffed and the bedazzled heart nestled snuggly between your soft, jiggly asscheeks under your skirt is enough to make him bust. 

You hear his soft moans and look back at your boyfriend to see him jerking off at the sight of you, a blush as pink as his hair on his cheeks and his hand gripping his long, fat cock. You’re horrified. How is he getting off to this?! 

“How’s that feel, baby?” Choso asks. “You feelin’ full?” You nod, feeling like you’re stuffed to the brim. 

“You ain’t felt nothin’ yet,” he chuckles. “But first thing’s first…” Choso tugs on your leash, forcing you to sit up on your knees. Looking down at you like you’re nothing more than a bug, he nods down at his shoe. “You wanna use somethin’ to get yourself off, use this,” he says. “C’mon, show your boo how good of a bitch you can be for his brothers.” 

You stare down at his shoe, confused. You then feel a sharp pain in your scalp as Sukuna yanks your hair back, nearly taking a track out. “What, you deaf?” he growls. “Did you fuckin’ hear what my brother said?” His hand comes down onto your ass hard, leaving a horrible sting in its wake. “Ow!” you whine. “P-Please stop!” 

“Then get that pussy on Choso’s boot or the next one is markin’ up that pretty face of yours.” You do as they both say, shimmying yourself onto the toe of Choso’s shoe. You begin to roll your hips as you grind your pussy down onto the solid surface of his shoe, feeling humiliated yet blinded by the pleasure. 

“Watch her, Yuji,” Sukuna sniggers. “Watch your bitch get off like the slut she is. This is how she should be treated for runnin’ through your pockets, don’t you agree?” 

Yuji doesn’t deny or admit to it, but he doesn’t have to. He continues to pump at his thick, leaking cock, his hand a blur as he strokes it fast. “Fuck,” he whispers. He can’t believe you–a woman who has treated him as a servant for so many months–is on her knees getting treated as a toy. And it’s so, so hot to see! 

“Ain’t that right, baby doll?” Sukuna asks you. “Shouldn’t you be treated like this for bein’ such a money-hungry slut?” You know better than to say no. “Y-Yes, Daddy,” you whimper. “I’m sorry.” 

Zzzzip. Sukuna and Choso’s zippers come down and suddenly, you’re looking at two big, thick cocks that hang in your face. Sukuna’s is much girthier and has an angry, red tip while Choso’s has a hook in it and a silver stud jutting out of his dickhead. 

“Oh, you will be soon,” Sukuna says, smirking down at you. “Now open that mouth up, bitch.” You obediently do so, leading Choso and Sukuna to spit in your mouth. The sight of it makes Yuji groan. 

“You wanna use that mouth so much then you can use it somewhere else,” his twin spits. He takes a handful of his cock, stroking it while Choso makes his bob hypnotizingly, smirking at the look on your face. “Spit that shit back on our cocks, baby doll,” he orders you. 

“You don’t get a choice in this either,” Sukuna grunts. “You’re gonna take this shit and like it.” You obediently spit their saliva back onto their cocks, a string of spit connected from Choso’s dick to your bottom lip. So he goes first. They both fuck your mouth at the same fast, rough, merciless tempo, but they are still vastly different in the way they do it. 

As the first one to have your throat all to himself, Choso uses your mouth as his own personal fuck toy, yes, but he keeps a light hand on your leash and sweet talks you, showering you with praise AND degradation as he watches you forcefully swallow his dick while Sukuna fucks your hand. “Such a big girl, takin’ two big dicks at the same time, baby,” Choso coos. “I bet you like it like this, hm? Bet you love gettin’ that slutty throat used up like it should be.” 

He pulls away somewhat to slide his dick out of your mouth, giving you a chance to breathe and lick on the tip where his piercing is. The sounds of moans and filthy words fill the air, making you grind down on Choso and Sukuna’s shoes to relieve the throb of your cunt. 

Meanwhile, Sukuna is rough. Hard. Brutal. He puts your ass through the wringer with the way he grips your leash and fucks your throat, filling it up at a breakneck pace. The copious amounts of saliva that drip from your mouth and chin only make your mouth sloppier and easier to fuck. The pink-haired twin grunts and groans as he pumps in and out of your throat, using you, breaking you. 

“Look at your bitch, Yuji,” he cackles through his moans. “Look at all of that spit while she takes my cock. Does she do it like this for you?” He smacks your cheek, giving it a short sting as he fills your mouth to the brim with his cock. “You got the nerve to not make my brother cum?” he growls. “We’ll see how you like it. Keep grindin’ on my boot, but don’t you dare cum.” You do so, whimpering at the ache of your jaw and the tingling of your clit. 

Choso is loving the view as he fucks your hand, endeared by the way your nails look wrapped around his thick cock. “C’mon, baby girl, show me those eyes,” he coos. You do so though all you see is a blurry version of his face because your eyes have begun tearing up. At some point, Sukuna goes too deep and you begin to gag around his cock. 

With a groan, he releases you, allowing you to swallow down some air. “Please!” you gasp. “I can’t breathe!” Sukuna barely acknowledges this and plunges himself back into your sobbing, wet mouth. “Shut yo’ ass up,” he snarls. “Breathing is only for good girls. You ain’t earn that yet, slut. Now shut that mouth and keep suckin’ these dicks.” 

And you do. You don’t have a choice. The brothers keep switching turns, each one using your mouth up until spit is dripping down your naked chest and your mind is going blank. Yujii is about at his limit. He lets out the sluttiest moans as he jerks his dick to the sight of his brothers ruining you, his release quickly peaking. “S-Shit,” he whines. “Guys, I-I’m close!” 

“Ah-ah, little bro,” Sukuna laughs. “Nooot yeeet. We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” He pulls his dick out of your mouth with a moan and roughly yanks on your leash. “On your back, bitch. Legs spread.” 

Though your makeup is fucked, your jaw is burning, and you haven’t cum yet, they don’t care. They only care about one thing. So you get on your back and spread your legs wide, exposing your dripping, wet pussy to Yuji. He groans almost in anguish at the sight of your glistening, brown lips and throbbing clit. 

“Look at how wet she is!” Sukuna guffaws. “Dumb, horny little bitch can’t help herself! Why don’t you give her what she wants, bro?” He smirks at Choso who is looking at you like you’re a platter he wants to devour for himself. 

“Watch closely, Yuji,” he says, looking back at Yuji with a smirk. “This is how you fuck a slut.” He pulls his pants down farther and takes off his top to reveal his toned body, pierced nipples, and tatted skin. Then he’s mounting you and tossing your legs over his shoulders. 

“W-Wait!” you protest, but he is already sliding himself home inside of your tight, wet, gushing pussy. Him pushing himself inside of you somehow makes your asshole clench around the butt plug still nestled between your cheeks. A loud moan escapes your quivering lips as your eyes roll back. 

Choso pistons inside of you immediately, slamming his cock inside of your gushing cunt. “Nice, hard, and deep,” he gasps, each word punctuated by a thrust. “Hold her down. Make her take it.” He instructs this by holding you down by your throat as he fucks you into the floor, causing lewd, sloshing sounds of his cock repeatedly plunging into your sloppy cunt over and over and over again. 

Yuji watches his older brother spread you out and fuck you silly, his hand moving rapidly against his hard dick. “Oh, God,” he moans. “She looks so fuckin’ good.” His cock throbs and strains to feel one your holes squeezing around him and stroking him dry. 

Sukuna looks back at him, standing over you as he watches Choso fuck you. “Yeah?” he laughs. “You’ll get her soon, little bro. We’re just makin’ sure you know the basics.” He suddenly taps Choso’s shoulder and with a resistant groan, the oldest brother slides out of you despite your pussy clamping down to stop him.

“Lemme get her this time,” Sukuna growls. Like a basketball player who has been sitting on the sidelines for too long, he gets and turns the game out…the “game” being your pussy. He settles between your legs and tosses one over his shoulder before shoving his cock inside of you and fucking you silly. His hips slap against yours, the sound mingling with your breathless moans and his guttural grunts of pleasure. 

You’ve never been fucked like this before: so hard; so rough; so animalistic. His fingers dig into the meaty flesh of your ass and thighs, using them as leverage to fuck himself even deeper inside of you. Your pussy flutters like a butterfly’s wings around his dick, ready to burst…but then he stops. 

And then it’s Choso’s turn again. He scoops you up and places you into his lap with him underneath you. With his thighs spread, his cock bobs impatiently beneath you which he slides you onto like you’re no more than a sex doll. Your mouth goes slack as he stretches you out even more in this position. 

“C’mon, Choso,” Sukuna urges, pumping his cock in your face. “I wanna see that bitch bounce. Fuck her up.” 

And so Choso does. He grabs your hips with an iron grip and proceeds to fuck up into you as fast as a jackhammer, his balls slapping against your clit. “F-Fuck!” you scream. “T-Too much! Please, please slow down!” 

Sukuna rolls his crimson eyes at your constant, annoying screeching. “You talk way too much,” he sighs. “Guess it can’t be helped for a bratty bitch like you.” Next thing you know, his cock is in your mouth while Choso greedily fucks your pussy off of its hinges. 

“How’s this, hm?” Sukuna laughs. “You like gettin’ both these slutty holes fucked? I bet you ain’t never had it like this.” And you haven’t. You’ve never been so filled like this before! It’s so overwhelming. So humiliating. So degrading. 

And yet so good. 

“Take it, mama,” Choso huffs into your ear, slamming himself up into you again and again. “You can’t run from this shit, so you’d better take all of me.” Like you have a choice! You’re forced to take his cock that you can feel throbbing and swelling inside of you, beating up your pussy to the point where you can feel your end coming…or cumming. 

Sukuna’s cock slips out of your mouth, allowing you to breathe and warn Choso of your peak. “Gonna cum!” you whine, near tears. “I’m close!” Sukuna sighs, looking disappointed. “You’re still talking?” he grumbles. 

But Choso is enjoying it, red in the face and quickly losing composure. “I-I thinks she’s close, Sukuna,” he grunts. “God, she’s squeezin’ that pussy around me so tight!” 

Sukuna squeezes your cheeks together, mushing your lips in the shape of a fish’s. He gets close to you, stopping an inch away from your nose. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare cum,” he demands. “You don’t have permission yet. You better hold that shit if you know what’s good for you.” 

You whine in protest, tears dripping down your face coated in ruined makeup. Luckily, you don’t have to wait for too long because Choso is about ready to bust, loud, slutty moans leaving his lips. “I’m gonna cum!” he warns. “Gonna fill you up! Take my cum, baby girl!” And with one groan in your ear, his warm cum shoots inside of you, triggering your own orgasm. 

He holds you down as you both cum together, your sounds of release mingling into one as he fills you up with him. You feel warm and wet, much of his nut dripping down your thighs. You squeeze your eyes shut at the sight of the twins watching you. “Wow,” Yui gasps, in awe. “There’s so much leaking out of her!” 

“And there’s gonna be more in a minute,” Sukuna huffs. Choso pulls his softened dick out of you while Sukuna grips you up by your hair. With a squeal of pain, you’re tossed to the ground onto your knees and he points at Choso’s cum-covered cock. “Clean his cock up, you messy slut. You don’t get to get away with makin’ a mess like that.” 

Weakly, you do so, licking and lapping up Choso’s nut mixed with your cum. You lick from his balls to his shaft to the tip, earning soft moans and headstrokes in return. Finally, you finish, the taste of him heavy on your tongue. “Nicely done,” he sighs, giving you a tired smile. “But you’ve still got another dick to take.” 

And unlike Choso, Sukuna doesn’t give you any sort of tenderness. He takes what he wants and doesn’t let you off without getting it. 

He puts you on your knees–face down, ass up–and rails you into the floor. You feel his cock pump in and out of you, never once pausing or breaking that fast pace that makes you feel space behind your eyelids. 

“Yeah, bitch? Ya like that?” he asks, his words breathless and punctuated by grunts. You can’t even speak, your mouth filled with cotton 

Someone is wailing and it takes you a moment after brief deliriousness to realize that it’s you. “Damn, you can’t be quiet, can you?” he huffs. “Choso, shut this slut up so she doesn’t bust my eardrums before I can bust my nut.” 

Choso kneels before you, your panties dangling from his hand. He smirks at your horrified reaction. “Open up, mama,” he says and pushes your thong into your mouth. Sukuna groans as he drills your shit harder, turned on by the panty gag. “God, that shit is so fuckin’ hot,” he growls. “Makes me wanna fill this tight little pussy up.” 

“M-Me too,” Yuji whines from his spot in the corner. “I can’t hold back anymore, guys! I need to cum soon!” His entire body twitches and his back arches as he fucks his fist faster, wishing it was you. 

“Yeah, little Yuji?” Sukuna teasingly asks. “You wanna cum all over this whore, dontcha?” His twin eagerly nods, still pumping away at his cock dribbling in precum. With a groan, Sukuna pulls his thick cock out of you, slapping you on the ass with it. “I’ve got the perfect idea then on how we can really make our time with this cumslut count.” 

He and Choso coax Yuji over closer to you. He does so, bringing his chair and his aching cock with him. Sukuna then forces you higher up into your knees so your head is in Yuji’s lap. 

Choso kneels at your side, stroking your hair away from your mouth of ruined lipgloss, spit, and cum. “Now you wanna be a good girl for our Yuji, right, baby girl?” he asks. “You wanna show that you’re so sorry for the way you treated him?” 

You stare up at Yuji and into his desperate eyes, suddenly flooded with guilt for your previous behavior towards him before all of this. “Y-Yes, Daddy,” you weakly answer his oldest brother. Choso then takes a fistful of your hair and shives your mouth down into his kid brother’s cock. “Then open that throat and suck on his cock ‘cause we’re gonna fuckin’ cover you.” 

As soon as your hot, wet mouth wraps around Yuji’s cock, he begins fucking it, grabbing your face to use it as a cock sleeve. Sukuna slides inside of you and resumes fucking you, nudging you closer to Yuji which causes him to sink deeper down your throat. “C’mon, Yuji, fuck her up,” he encouragingly grunts as he fucks you from behind. “Make her sorry that she ever treated you so bad.” 

And Yuji does. Letting out the sluttiest moans you’ve ever heard out of him, he fucks your throat until you’re gagging and slobbering all over his dick, all of your senses filled with him. “God, you’re such a good little slut!” he moans. “Gonna make me cum so hard!” 

Choso moans in agreement from beside you, his cock just inches away from your cheek as he fucks his fist at the sight of you. “Mmm, me too,” he sighs. “Just watchin’ her holes get fucked like that is doin’ all kinds of shit to me.” 

You can feel yourself about to burst too. As your pussy squeezes around Sukuna’s cock, your body aches, your knees and wrists burn, and your jaw feels as if it’s about to fall off. “Oooh, someone’s tightenin’ up,” he chuckles. He yanks on your leash, restricting your breath for a moment. “You wanna cum too, sweetness? Does that poor pussy wanna cream around this cock, hm?” 

“Mmm-hmm!” you pathetically whine around Yuji’s dick. Sukuna nods, pleased with this eager response. “Then I think you’ve got somethin’ you need to tell our brother here. And you’d better mean it if you wanna cum.” He and Choso nod at Yuji and the youngest brother lets his cock slip out of your mouth. 

You use every ounce of your breath to babble apologies as Sukuna nails your shit harder and harder: “Sorry!” you gasp. “I-I’m so, so sorry, Yuji! I’m such a bad girlfriend! I was such a bitch and I’m sorry!” 

A twinkle appears in Yuji’s widening eyes, his cheeks flushed pink. “Ya mean it?” he asks. “You’re never gonna ask me for shit again? Or ask me to send you money? Or fuck me and not make me cum?” 

“No!” you practically scream. “No, I’ll never do that to you again, Yuji, I promise!” 

The sibling trio smiles at each other. They finally broke you. “Good girl,” all three siblings say in unison. 

“Now take all of this cum,” Choso demands. “You deserve this. This is what you get.” 

In a snap, Yuji sinks his cock back into your mouth and with a whine of your name, cums deep down your throat. Choso explodes all over your tits while Sukuna cums deep inside of you, sinking his nails into your asscheeks as he fills you up. The sound of their moans of release triggers your own orgasm. With a wordless moan that turns into a broken scream, you clench your pussy around Sukuna and cum your brains out, your orgasm nearly knocking you unconscious with its strength. 

“That’s it, slutty girl,” Sukuna laughs, tugging on your leash. “Cum for us. Cum all over that dick.” You keep cumming until your body twitches and bucks as the aftershocks hit you. But as soon as they come, they fade, and the siblings commence to freeing you. 

Sukuna slowly pulls out of you and takes off your collar while Choso unlocks your handcuffs. Yuji holds you up before you fall, placing your head in his lap. You are completely covered from head to toe in cum: on your ass and titties; on your pussy where Sukuna’s drips out of you and down your thighs; on your face where your tears have ruined your makeup. 

“Now that’s a pretty ass sight,” Sukuna breathlessly laughs. “Now, you gonna be a good girl for our little brother now?” Weakly, you look up at the two older siblings and nod. But they make a disapproving face 

“Don’t tell us,” Choso orders. “Tell him.” 

Yuji looks down at you, fixing your ruined hair for you. “You gonna be my good girl from now on, princess?” he asks, using his thumb to caress your bottom lip. Swallowing harshly, you slowly nod. “Yes, Daddy,” you croak. “I promise.” 

Sukuna and Choso smile proudly at their work, happy to see your change. “Our work here is done then,” Choso sighs with satisfaction. “Now let’s eat.” 

THE END.

[chaeinedup]

1 + 1 = S2

Loud music could be heard from both rooms in the house. Your neighbours have probably grown accostumed to such thing, it meant it was going out night. Part of them was relieved it wasn't another noisy game night, which are pretty frequent as well.

You were seated on the floor, redoing your ponytails for the 3rd time. Your arms were on fire but you were committed to this look.

"Siri, call yuyu please."

"Calling yuyu."

.....

"Hello ? Y/n ?"

"Hiii just wanted to ask where you are."

"We're almost ready to leave the house. You guys ?"

"I'm almost done if my hair cooperates with me. Wooyoung is most likely waiting for me. I'm surprised he hasn't barged in my room yet."

"Try not to be late!"

"AS IF!!"

"Don't give me attitude missy. Now I'm gonna get the car started, I'll see you in a bit. Bye"

"Bye Bye, don't miss me!"

.....

After 10 more minutes you were finally done. One last look in the mirror and all that work paid off. The boots made your legs look longer and your mini skirt complemented the cropped shirt well. You grabbed your purse and headed to the leaving room where a very impacient Wooyoung awaited you.

"What took you so long ?"

"It takes time to look this good you know?"

"Pleeeease!!"

"Don't roll your eyes at me wooyoung I'll hit you."

"And I'd like it so who's really winning?"

He gave you his signature smirk and winked at you from the couch.

"EW. Let's go. The others already left."

The club was pretty crowded, expected for a friday night, but you weren't scared to get lost. You like to get loose. And it's not like you don't have 8 guys that are constantly keeping an eye on you.

"Don't run off on us again for the love of god."

"Seonghwa for your own sake if I stay none of yall are pulling anyone. Same applies to me."

"Why do you want to get with anyone ?"

"Wouldn't you like to know! I'm off, if you need me yell."

You made your way t the dance floor before he opened his mouth.

"BUT YOU WON'T HEAR IT!!"

"YEAH THAT'S THE POINT!!"

Since it was a 2000s night you were more than happy to have traded your comfortable apartment for the hell. It has it's perks.

You had no idea but someone was drilling holes in your head, Wooyoung was exceptionally bothered by how you left them behind.

"How can she just leave ?"

"Cause she can ?? What are you on about, chill she's not your girl."

Mingi's words were harsher than what met the eye. Sure you weren't dating but he can't lie that the though of some other guy touching you infuriated him. He kept denying his feelings and that maybe this was just him wanting to protect his friend. But Yunho smiled to himself when he saw Wooyoungs furrowed eyebrows.

"You should just tell her how you feel you know?"

"What feelings? It's just unfair we're her friends and she doesn't care."

"And you care too much for "just a friend" don't you think? Listen she can take care of herself she's always been this way, you get used t it."

Yunho tried to relax him but it just made Wooyoung get int his head. Maybe he should've stayed home. No, he couldn't possibly let you out of the house by yourself looking like that.

Meanwhile you were having the time of your life, you had met a group of girls that were on their bacherolette party. It's like you knew them all your life, screaming all the songs, taking pictures, clinking drinks. Girlhood.

You decided to go get another drink and since no one else wanted anything you went alone. Normally this would mean getting approached by a couple of random guys trying to smooth talk you and al of them failling to do so. But unlike other times, the voice behind you was familiar.

"So. Are you having fun ?"

"Oh my god Yunho, I am those girls are so fun. Did you know that the bride and groom met through mutual friends and they actually lived together for a while before he realised he had feelings for her?? How CUTE is that??"

He couldn't help but smile due to the resemblances.

"Yeah it's really sweet. I guess you really never know when love is ready to knock at your door. But what about you, have you gone maneater on anyone?"

"I kinda don't care honestly, I'm having a good time and that's all I care about."

"That's my girl. Now be sure to behave. If you need us, we're at the booth.

He kissed your cheek before disappearing into the sea of people.

You looked at the time, 5:23am. Time to call it a night. You sayed goodbye to the group of girls that accompanied you through the night and wished them all the best. Making your way up to the booths you realised you were a lot more under the influence than you thought. You didn't really care, it's almost the end of the night and the guys are more then used to this side of yours.

Once they saw you they cheered and clapped, you bowed like a princess and smiled at their unnecessary but appreaciated "welcome back".

"How many fishes did you catch sailor?" Mingi gave you another shot he had brought upstairs.

"A THOUSAND" You yelled and chugged the green liquid. "I'm kidding 0, there's no cute guys here."

You sat down next a very pouty Wooyoung.

"What's up with you? What happened to my loud and energetic comrade?"

He gave you no answer, just his cold gaze.

"Damn are you really that upset that I didn't stick around? I thought you were used to it by now."

He got up and made his way to the balcony. There's no way he's throwing a tantrum for something so stupid, you thought to yourself. You followed his angry steps.

"Be so fucking serious Wooyoung? What the fuck?"

He turned to you and you could see there wasn't a hint of alchool in his system. This wasn't one of his drunk stunts that he pulled when he wanted a tad bit more of attention. He was actually upset.

"Okay, I'm sorry I'm being so agressive, just talk to me woo, please."

"I don't like you running off on us that's all."

"That's not all Wooyoung, we've never been mad at eachother and it's not gonna start now."

You got closer to him holding his hands and caressing them. You were giving him your most sincere eyes and he couldn't believe that he was about to kiss you.

It caught you by surprise, so much so you froze in the first few seconds, not knowing if this was a dream or reality. You decide to give in nonetheless. His hands soft, like you remembered from all the times he touched your skin in times of need. Heartbreaks, cramps, tickles, you name it. He was always there for you.

Yunho sipped his drink with a victorious grin, as he watched from the inside. He looked at the rest of the guys and let out a "I told you so."

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[i-donot-forget]

Heyyy, how are you doing? I don't know if you still write fanfictions nor if you take request at all but here i am lmao, anyway. If your requests are open because if they're not just ignore this, could you pleeeease write something with eric, my man needs more content because beemov clearly doesn't want to give us what we want, like something where we see how he proposed to candy? Have a nice day, kiss kiss <3

Duality

I really want to thank you, I haven't written for a long time and I had an idea in my head about this moment since I played the wedding episode, it seemed very rushed. I just couldn't bring myself to publish it. Besides, there will never be enough of Eric...

Hey Eric…

Nathaniel… I wasn't expecting your call.

Yeah well… it's not a social call, tell me are you busy?

No, I'm just finishing a stakeout.

It's Amy, she's at the hospital.

A shiver runs up my spine, my muscles tense until I'm completely immobilized, I can't speak.

She's fine, she was mugged, and apparently she hit her head, but she's not at ris-

My hand drops the phone and I step on the accelerator so hard that the car jerks violently forward, in the blink of an eye and I don't know how I get to the hospital, I walk nervously to the counter, my hands are sweating, shit I left the phone in the car… never mind. I ask for her and my voice sounds strange.

Are you Mr. Carello?

N-no…

Are you a relative?

No…

I'm sorry sir… but if you are not the emergency contact or a direct relative I can't give you any information.

I can't reply, I'm in shock, the words don't come out, my instincts are completely off, I don't know what to do. Suddenly a hand lands on my shoulder, some manicured nails belonging to a young woman with short platinum hair.

I'm Rosa, Amy's relative, I want to know how my sister is.

The young woman's voice is firm and determined, I believe her. I step aside helpless and useless, while she is accompanied by the nurse towards one of the corridors.

Eric?

A tall black-haired man with a serene expression approaches me.

Hi, I'm Leigh, Rosalya's boyfriend, why don't we go for a coffee? Rosa will join us as soon as she finishes.

My hands tremble and everything feels… distant, blurry, unreal, I'm completely disconnected from this situation, I don't know what to do, what should I do? The minutes pass and the young girl doesn't come back…

Honey, can you get me a cupcake, please?

We're alone… I clench my fists to control my trembling.

Hi Eric, I'm sorry I didn't greet you earlier, it all happened so fast…. Nathaniel called me and we… we ran…

I look up to stare at her, her eyes are slightly red, puffy, she was crying. Shit…

Amy is fine… She arrived here conscious, but a little confused, she was robbed, her cell phone was taken, she was beaten on the head and thrown against a dumpster….

I couldn't help but visualize every word of her narrative, the tremor in her voice and every gesture that accompanied them.

The doctor wants to leave her in observation tonight, I told them that when someone could come in to see her they should let you know.

I raise my eyes to her abruptly.

Thank you, Rosalya.

It's nothing… Tell me, did you call Lucia and Phillip?

N-no… I, I don't even have my phone here…

And I don't have her parents' number either, what a useless piece of shit you are…

Don't worry, it's nothing, I'll call them, okay?

She smiles warmly and puts her hand on mine before going to her boyfriend, I squeeze my hands together, my elbows on the table and lean my head on my fingers… Shit… Minutes pass and become hours, and the lack of answers pushes my sanity every second a little more….

Eric? We are leaving… Anything please call me, no matter what time it is, okay?

I nod and thank her for everything she did for Amy today, but there's no way to do it justice… Now alone, the minutes pass and become hours again, sometimes fast and sometimes eternal.

Hey…

Na-Nathaniel?

How is she?

I don't know… I mean, she's fine, but I haven't been able to see her yet…. She's in the middle of some exams or so I was told about 3 hours ago.

It's normal…

He sits next to me in silence, not looking at anything special, shit…

Do you want to go outside for a cigarette?

Do you?

Yeah… Why not.

But…

I'll let the nurse know we'll be by the door.

The hustle and bustle of the outside shakes me, I still feel… dazed… I take out and light a cigarette mimicking Nath.

And you… How are you?

I sigh at his question and we both watch the cloud of smoke I let out.

Fine, fine… I'll be better when I can see her…

Ok…

So he doesn't intend to cut himself, I'm almost sorry I taught him how to smell bullshit…

Well… the truth is that I've been standing here for five hours like a complete good-for-nothing.

It's not your fault… You can't do anything right now…

Ok…

She is strong and stubborn…

I know…

So?

I can't answer, it's not… fair to talk about this with him, shit…

What? Now you're going to respect the codes? It's a little late now buddy, don't you think?

It's not necessary…

I still… care for her, that's not going to change, I'm not going to get close to her, but I owe her, a lot. Is the only reason I'm here. And you?

What do you want me to say Nathaniel?

The truth is, for once, I think I fucking deserve it.

Of course you do, but do you really want to do it?

The damage is already done Eric… Nothing you can say will be worse than what Amy already told me.

I love her…

I exclaimed firmly, we were still standing next to each other and I didn't dare to turn in his direction, to look him in the eyes.

Yeah… Me too… What else?

I couldn't do anything for her… And I'm not talking about being her superhero and saving her from the thugs…. I couldn't even call her parents or sign a fucking medical release…. I'm nobody.

Then do something…

His answer made me turn to look at him, he put out his cigarette without looking at me and said goodbye after making me promise to let him know of any news.

The silence in the hospital room is so noisy, she calls me, she talks to me, she tells me that she is not well, her voice is missing, her laughter, her songs, her joy, I can't turn to see her wounded face without wondering if I could have done something to avoid this situation.

What is the problem, officer?

Her weak and tired voice gives me a slight start, I squeeze her hand and I give her a smile. I feel so beat…

Come on… Don't make that face, you should have seen how the guy looked.

I couldn't help but let out a sly snort.

I'm sorry for worrying you…

What? Me, worried? What are you talking about… I wasn't going to come, I told the nurse you could get home on your own, but she insisted… and here I am.

I commented casually without letting go of her hand, her exhausted eyes look at me, I feel her strength drained through the fragile grip of her fingers on mine.

Oh well, if you want… See you at home…

I shook my head smiling, I wish I could tell you that there is nothing in the world that can take me away from your side right now.

How are you feeling?

Mmmm, my head hurts… other than that, I am feeling fine.

She sighed and tried to sit up, I help her, carefully, without rushing.

Do you remember what happened?

It was already dark… I had forgotten to take out the garbage, I came out of the café and saw a huge pile of boxes… I wanted to sort them a little, I heard some guys in the alley, I didn't want to pay attention to them but when they passed by me one of them grabbed my arm, he told me that if I gave him my things they wouldn't do anything to me, I told him to let go and he pulled me hard, the other one took my phone and when I tried to get free… I think he hit me in the face, I fell down… head first against the corner of the counter, I touched my left eyebrow and there was blood on it, after that… I was very dazed, I don't remember how I got to the hospital…

What about those guys? What do you remember about them?

Not much… one was tall, dark-haired and had the right side of his head shaved… the other one… had tattoos all over his neck, I don't remember anything else, he wore a hood… You're not going to catch them, are you? Are you?

No, no… At this moment you are my only concern, but, we have to make the charges.

H-hey sweetie…

Hi, doll.

H-how are you?

Good, good, just finishing a patrol. How about you? Are you home already?

N-no… I… I didn't want to bother you but… I'm at the cafe… I tried to go out to take some boxes out and… I can't, I-I can't do it…

Don't move, I'll come and get you right away, okay? Don't worry, make yourself a cup of tea, I'm on my way, I'll take care of everything… you just try to relax.

I-I didn't mean to bother you… I really tried to get out b-but I can't…

Hey hey… it's okay… I'll be there in a moment, don't worry…

Thanks for coming for me…

It's nothing… Will you stay with me or shall I take you to Alex's?

Can I stay with you?

Sure, you know you don't have to ask.

Thank you…

She answered muffled, cornered in the passenger seat, looking small and delicate…

Here.

Curled up on my bed, she held motionless the cup of tea I prepared for her, her distracted eyes staring into nothingness, reflective, it wasn't hard to guess what thoughts roamed her mind.

Amy… Would you like to go on a trip… with me?

A trip? What kind of trip?

Her face lit up.

Nothing too big… I was just thinking that it's been a long time since I've made use of my vacation and I think we could both use a weekend getaway.

I am honored.

Walking hand in hand along a path surrounded by nothing but nature, I felt like I was in a dream, trying unsuccessfully to remember another moment in my life that was so peaceful… so perfect, her smile illuminated the whole landscape and the energy she gives off, contagious and joyful, drew a smile impossible to erase on my lips… Is this… all this real?

My free hand fumbles in my pocket, trembling, hesitant, anxious, and the secret it hides reaffirms to me that this is not a dream.

I definitely needed this, thank you for inviting me.

It's nothing… It wouldn't be the same without you, you're the best part of the trip….

What do you say, aren't you absolutely amazed by this?

She steps forward and I watch her breathe the nature, explore, contemplate, simply enjoy and her figure melted in the greenery that surrounds us seems to complete the landscape.

Amy…

What's the problem, officer?

She turns to me carefree, bathed by the petals falling from the trees around us. Shit, it's time, I take her hands in mine and notice the suspicion in her eyes, expectant.

You know I love you, right?

I think I've heard you say it a couple of times.

She says with a playful tone, smiling.

I have to ask you a question and I need you to be completely honest with me….

Ok… You have my entire attention.

Our way here has not been easy, but without a doubt you are the best decision I have made in my life, I know I love you forever, I know we have all our lives and I feel this duality…. I am not in a hurry but I want you to count on me, I don't care if we don't live together, I just want you to talk to me when you need to, without thinking that you are bothering me or interrupting me… I want you to know that I am here for you, unconditionally… I want to be your emergency contact, I want to meet your parents… I want to be "us" forever…

Mute, with her eyes locked on me shining with what I hope is excitement, I slide my hand into my pocket where I hope, is the moment my life… our life… begins. I swallow and open the small box revealing the ring inside.

If you want…

Her silence stops my breathing, my heart and time itself, I can't take my eyes off hers in this eternal instant.

Yes Yes I do! Of course I do.

You really do?

Yes! I mean… I love you Eric, and I know that being with you is what I want, I have no doubts about it.

Don't you think that's a bit rash?

Maybe, I don't know. Who cares?

Anxiously I put the ring on her trembling finger as tears escape her eyes.

You still have time to repent.

What? Are you mad? You're stuck with me forever.

Good…

Her arms wrap around my neck, with a soft and gentle touch, just as she can, I grip her waist sealing this unforgettable moment with a kiss that steals my breath away.

[nerdlydelicious]

An itch he can scratch chapter 1: Nero/Secre

Secre frowned and scratched at the base of her horns. Again. The skin around them was particularly itchy today, to the point that it was annoying.

The main room of the Black Bulls hideout was empty, a rare occurrence. Everyone else was out on missions or training (or in the restroom in Captain Yami’s case), and Secre had sought to take the opportunity to relax and get some reading in.

Her horns had other ideas, apparently. The normally taciturn girl scowled and scratched harder, though she knew that would only make it worse. Maybe if she could actually see what she was doing…

As though by divine providence, the front door opened. Secre snatched her hand down and went back to her book, trying to look casual.

“Phew! That a was a good work out!” Asta said at his usual volume as he strolled inside, wiping a bare forearm over his brow. “I’m starving! Wonder if Charmy left anything out to eat.”

The energetic magic knight caught sight of Secre and smiled. “Hey Nero! Whatcha up to?”

“Reading,” she said simply, hoping he’d get the hint she didn’t want to talk and leave her to tend to her itch in a private.

Of course, Asta had never been the best at picking up subtle hints.

“That’s cool,” he said with his usual big smile. “What’s it about?”

Secre frowned as the itching around her horns grew worse. “It’s just a history book. I doubt you’d find much interest in it.”

“Probably,” Asta agreed with a laugh. “Hey, do you know if Charmy left any food out? I’m starving.”

“No,” Secre said a bit quicker than she intended. “You should go find her. I’m sure she’ll make you something to eat.”

The young man thumped a fist into his palm. “Good idea! Thanks Nero, you’re the best!” He turned and ran back out, shutting the door behind himself.

As soon as he was gone Secre’s hands shot up and started scratching away at her scalp. “Stupid horns,” she grumbled, eyes screwed shut as she fought a losing battle against discomfort.

And then the door slammed back open. “Thing is, I actually don’t know where Charmy is! Can you point- uh…”

The sealing mage’s eyes snapped open and locked with Asta’s as he stared at her. More specifically at her hands currently buried in her scalp. “Nero? Are you okay?”

She scowled and didn’t bother retracing her hands. She was caught in the act anyway, there was no point in pretending otherwise. “My scalp is itchy,” she grumbled. “Specifically around my horns. This happens from time to time, but it’s been particularly irritable today.”

Asta frowned. “Sounds really annoying. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Unless you’ve suddenly obtained mana and have anti-itch magic, I doubt it,” she replied testily, with a bit more force than she intended.

The swordsman didn’t let it phase him, if he registered it at all. Instead his face twisted in concentration. Then his eyes lit up. “Actually, I may have something! Be right back!” He darted out of the room and down the hall at a dead sprint. He returned a couple minutes later, holding a small clay jar. “This might help!”

“What is it?” Secre questioned, eyeing the jar dubiously.

“It’s muscle relaxant cream. Mimosa gave it to me awhile back, said it would help me recover after training.”

“And you’ve used it before?”

Asta had the good grace to look awkward. “Not really,” he admitted. “I don’t take it on missions cause I don’t want to lose or break it, and when I’m done training I’m so tired I forget about it until I’ve already recovered.”

“So you have no idea if it will actually work or not,” Secre said flatly.

“Come on Nero!” Asta begged. “Mimosa gave it to me and she knows all about healing someone and making them feel better. If she says it works, then it works!”

“I have an itch,” she reminded the dunce icily, still scratching away. “Not a muscle ache.”

“Well it can’t hurt to try! I’ll even apply it for you! Please? Pleeeease?” He stared at her with wide pleading eyes, not unlike a dog begging for food at the dinner table.

Secre huffed and relented. Asta’s desire to help others was superseded only by his muleheaded stubbornness. He wouldn’t drop it until she accepted. And it wasn’t like he could make it any worse at this point. At least she hoped not.

“Fine.”

Asta grinned from ear to ear and opened the jar, scooping out a healthy amount of cream on two fingers and rubbing it into his hands. “Don’t wanna make your hair all goopy, so I’ll coat my hands in it and rub it in. Wow, this stuff feels nice.” He flexed his hands. “A little warm, but not uncomfortable.”

“Just hurry up,” Secre grumbled as she folded her hands on her lap, fighting the urge to scratch.

“Leave it to me!” He stepped behind her chair and wiggled his fingers. Secre closed her eyes and tensed, ready to pull away if he was too rough.

Asta placed a single finger at the base of her left horn and started gently rubbing in little circles around it.

Maybe it was the cream, or the fact that he was rubbing instead of scratching, but the itching began to fade almost immediately. Secre let out an involuntary gasp at the pleasant sensation, her shoulders relaxing.

“How is it?” Asta asked, placing another finger at the base of her other horn and repeating his motions.

“Very nice,” Secre said softly, leaning back into the chair. “You’re… very good at this.”

“Heh, thanks. So, why do you itch around your horns anyway?”

“I don’t know for sure, but I would guess it’s a side effect of the curse. Since my horns aren’t a natural part of my body, the skin around them sometimes has an unpleasant reaction to their presence.”

“Makes sense, I guess,” Asta replied as he traced circles around her horns. His fingers practically danced over her skin, leaving blissful warmth in their “Does it feel better now?”

It did feel much better now, Secre had to admit, but she worried that if she said that he’d stop, and she wasn’t ready for this to end. “It’s… better,” she said. “But now the rest of my scalp is itchy. Could you…?”

“Sure!” Asta’s fingers retracted from around her horns, but before Secre could complain he sunk all ten fingers into her hair and started working them across her scalp.

The sealing mage practically melted into a puddle. For someone with no mana, Asta’s calloused fingers felt like magic as they danced across her head, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. He worked them back and forth, thoroughly rubbing and stroking every spot under her hair, banishing aches she hadn’t even known she’d had. When his fingers dipped lower and started stroking across her forehead and cheeks Secre didn’t even consider questioning it. She tilted her head back and let out a breath as Asta traced her jawline with a finger before working his way back up to her scalp. When he retracted his hands from her she whined plaintively. “Why’d you stop?”

“Sorry, need to apply more cream.” Moments later his hands were back on her, and Secre was in bliss once again as Asta unleashed a skill she’d never known he had on her.

This was easily the most relaxed she’d felt in centuries.

Secre let out a content moan, not caring how it might sound. “Oh, Asta…”

*****

Noelle Silva stretched her arms over her head with a groan as she approached the entrance to the Black Bulls hideout. Like the rest of the squad Noelle had been working herself to the bone in preparation for the inevitable confrontation with the Spade Kingdom. Her control over her magic was improving steadily, but the noble knew she had a long way to go yet.

Of course, as hard as she had been training, Asta had been training even harder. He’d always pushed himself, but now he worked himself to exhaustion everyday, then woke up the next morning to do it all over again. If it were anyone else, it would be sheer insanity.

But in Asta’s case, it was just who he was.

Noelle flushed pink. Not that she was impressed by him or anything, that would be ridiculous! A royal such as herself would never let a commoner like him leave her awestruck, even if he did have muscular arms, powerful legs, and perfectly built abs that looked like they belonged on a marble sculp-

She shook her head frantically, derailing that train of thought. “No no no no no! I’m not enamored by some filthy commoner, I simply can’t be!”

It was all the training, that had to be it. She was so tired that she was nearly delirious with fatigue! Obviously she needed to take a break and cool off. Then she’d be fine.

Noelle reached for the door handle, ready to get a cold glass of water, find the comfiest chair in the main room, and relax until she banished all thoughts of-

“Oh, Asta…”

The water mage froze, hand hovering over the door handle.

That… that sounded like-

“Does it feel good Nero?”

Noelle’s heart slammed against her rib cage. There was no mistaking whose voice that was.

“It feels wonderful. Have you done this before?” Secre’s voice was breathy and serene, almost like she was… she was…

“No, this is my first time. Am I doing a good job?”

“You’re doing an amazing job, Asta.” Noelle’s already red face turned purple as the black haired girl moaned throatily. “Can we… do this again?”

“We can do this whenever you like Nero. All you have to do is ask.”

Something snapped in Noelle’s head.

Screaming, the royal kicked open the doors to the hide out, wand in hand and gathering mana for her most powerful spell. “GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY ASTA YOU BIRD BRAINED HUSSY!!!!”

Noelle had been ready for many lewd and debauched sights to await her innocent eyes on the other side of that door.

But she wasn’t ready for the reality of it.

There was no carnal act taking place in the main room of the hideout. Instead Asta stood behind Nero, who was sat in a chair with her hands folded in her lap and shooting Noelle the world’s coldest side eye, while his hands were buried in her Raven black hair.

“Noelle?!” Asta leapt back hands raised. “What the heck was that for?!”

“Astaaa,” Nero whined in a very un-Nero like way as she tilted her head back to look at him with her vibrant ruby eyes. “Come back…”

Noelle’s jaw almost hit the floor. The normally taciturn girl was pouting.

“Oh, s-sorry Nero.” He stepped back behind her and rested his hands on her head. Immediately Nero relaxed, humming contently as his fingers started to dance through her hair.

“W-what…” Noelle stared, at a loss for words. “What are you doing?”

“Nero’s head is itchy, so I’m giving her a massage to help. Why were you kicking in the front door?”

“I thought you were- i-it sounded like…”

“Like… what?” Nero’s glare could have snuffed out a fire. “What did it sound like Noelle?”

The silver haired girl swallowed hard. “Uh… it didn’t sound like… anything worth noting.”

Nero closed her eyes and tilted her head back. “That’s what I thought.”

Noelle watched awkwardly as Asta massaged away, hands dancing over Nero’s head with a tenderness she wouldn’t have expected him to posses. She looked more relaxed right in that moment than Noelle had ever seen before, not that she’d known her as a human for that long. But for someone like Nero to be making the sounds that Noelle had heard…

Asta’s hands must have felt divine.

“You okay Noelle?”

Asta’s voice woke Noelle from her thoughts. “W-what?!” She squeaked, red in the face. “I’m perfectly fine Dorksta! W-why on earth wouldn’t I be?!”

“Well you’re just… standing there. Watching me. It’s kinda creeping me out if I’m being honest.”

Noelle blushed, embarrassed. “You should be honored that I’m gracing your lowly commoner form with my gaze Dorksta! There’s nothing ‘creepy’ about it! I’m just… observing your technique is all.”

“If you like I can do you after I’m done doing Nero.”

“Please don’t phrase it like that,” both girls said simultaneously, blushing.

Asta tilted his head, confused. “Like what?”

“N-nevermind. Besides, if I want a head massage then I don’t need your grubby commoner hands in my perfect hair! You’ll probably give me lice!”

“Noelle, that’s mean!” Asta whined. “You know I bathe! C’mon, Nero thinks I’m doing good! I’m sure you’ve got an itch somewhere that I can scratch!”

“I’m sure you’ve got an itch somewhere that I can scratch!”

-“got an itch somewhere that I can scratch…”

The words entered Noelle’s mind and twisted round her thoughts, tying them up and bending them into a more pleasing form.

She was lying on her bed, Asta kneeling over her, bare chested with his hands resting on the mattress to either side of her face. His broad, calloused hand cups her soft pale cheek as he lowers his face to hers, lips threatening to brush across her own and bless them with his taste.

“I’m sure you’ve got an itch somewhere that I can scratch,” he growls throatily, holding her in place with an intense stare that bores into her very soul.

Noelle’s shriek filled the entire hide out and threatened to blow out the windows in the main room. Running on autopilot, she aimed her wand at Asta and unleashed a wall of water that lifted him off his feet and blasted through the wall. The blast continued on into the forest, and took a confused and wailing Asta with it.

Panting, Noelle lowered her wand. She was trembling like a leaf, legs wobbling as they gave out and she sank to her knees. Excess mana bled off of her as steam curling up from her head. “S-stupid perverted Dorksta…” she whispered, blushing across her entire body as she fought to get her mind back under control.

“What the hell is going on in here?!” Yami rushed into the main room, fastening his belt. “Can’t a man take a dump in peace and quiet in his own damn hideout?! And who blew a hole in my wall?!”

“S-sorry Captain,” Noelle stammered, trying and failing to get her legs under her. “Won’t happen again.”

“It better not, or I’ll kill you,” he grumbled as he turned about and made his way back to the commode.

Noelle let out a sigh of relief and tried to push herself up.

Only to find that she was stuck. As though her legs were glued to the ground. “What the-“

“That massage was beyond blissful,” Nero said in a voice like ice from behind Noelle. “And you’ve interrupted it with your childish overreaction.”

Noelle didn’t dare to look back. “I-I’m sorry…”

“Which is why you’re going to remain right there until Asta finishes what he started. Only then will I end the sealing spell keeping you on the floor. And if you interrupt us again, I’ll stick you to the ceiling for an entire day.”

Noelle wilted. “Yes ma’am…”

Nero returned to her chair and crossed her hands on her lap, waiting for Asta to return. “If you wanted a massage too, you could just ask him,” she said without looking at her captive.

Noelle huffed and crossed her arms. “Like I’d ever want his grubby hands on me! As if!”

“Very well then. I’ll just keep him for myself.”

The silver haired royal blanched. “W-what?”

“You heard me,” Nero said calmly. She didn’t even spare Noelle a glance. “I’ll keep him for myself. His grubby commoner hands feel very nice when they’re stroking my hair.”

As Noelle burst into protestations over Nero ‘keeping’ Asta, followed immediately by assurances that Noelle didn’t actually care if she did or not, the sealing mage smiled to herself. Maybe this would be the push Noelle needed to be more open about her feelings for Asta.

Or maybe this too would end in colossal and comedic failure.

Nero’s money was on the latter.

[faerociousbeast]

i skipped through some persons playthrough of the honkai starrails beta on double speed. i dont like hoyo so under the cut will not have anything cut back. Thank you

- woewwwww i cant believe they LITERALLY copied persona 5. thats so crazy. wowww

- lets go lesbians! i dont understand any of the plot rn bc im skipping all of it but. yayy. or nayy. i think. mayhe the worlds ending. I dont know

- wow we a vessel

- bitch doesnt even know cpr!!! 1. you CHEST COMPRESS FIRST you do NOT go straight in for the *RESCUE BREATHS*. and you DEFINITELY do not close your eyes and even if you do you don't do it that fucking slowly or from that angle you rhink the damn pwrsons dying cmon man 😭😭 he was just shooting his shot like hes in sleeping beauty or whatever. hes cute tho and we WERE alive and didnt NEED cpr so i guess i can let it slide. but if we DID need it on the other hand...... walking encyclopedia my ASS. march whyd tou abandon us is it cuz we're a guy

- "cutie" "gonna leave to go save this random dude" so we in a wlw mlm solidarity thing then? i am clearly being baited.

- I LOVE ARLAN HES MT FAVOURITE his skin tone JUMPSCARED ME THO like in a hoyo game?!? he better not be another kaeya. please. Pleeeease let there be more of us dont let arlan suffer this alone

- WDYM WE DONT GET HIM PLAYABLE ON OUR TEAM 😭😭 oh i guess he is injuredBUT STILL

- dan heng JUMPSCARE!!! hello sir. this person immediately switched to him to run around everywhere which is honestly fair if not a little funny

- i like dan hengs... burst. Thing. he just stabs you excspt theres leaves everywhere and stuff

- mc just. batter up! fuckinghdnnf obliberates you

- actuslly why was there even a rucking. Bat just Laying yhere in the dirsr place did they explain that or was i just noy paying attentiok

- yeah i sure HOPE this isnt """indicative of the fimal product""" bc WTF KIND OF ATTACK NAME IS """GIRL POWER""" HELP MENCNSHAHA

- actually im gonna see if i can find a playthrough with the female protag later bc im curious to see if any of the lines change. like the time himeko asks about march

- person chose the neutral option on march and march responded "so now we have two dan hengs on our team...." I KNEW IT HES GAY HAHAHAH

- asta is what kokomi SHOULD HAVW BEEN if they didnt HATE HER

- ljterally copied persona obviously. persona is the only turn based team strategy fighting games where you run around ever.

[isca-rambles]

5x14 Oh my god domestic Chenford. How he's so comfortable in her apartment already. Knows where everything is. Her knowing his morning routine, so she knows exactly where to hide the boots. Lucy's probably keeping that tiny boot company in business. Words of affirmation. His smile. How he looks back before closing the door and just his face. Aahhhh. Ugh. Monica. Aww, Tim being hazed. Metro will regret that if Lucy ever finds out. Tim's got a badass girlfriend. Lucy's little action poses. Tim all flustered. His tiny little office and Lucy's cute little smile. My god she's literal sunshine. Aaaaarrroooon. I know there's a chance he might come back now, maybe just once or twice, but god I'm still so sad he's not going to be in S7. Are we not going to get a goodbye episode then? It'll just be 'he transferred' and that's it? We hope we maybe see him again? But god I love Lucy and Aaron's friendship so much. Let Lucy keep her friends for the love of god. I read the cutest fic the other day about Lucy teaching Aaron how to do his laundry. Agggh this friendship. Metro never misses? Pfft. You wish you were as close with Tim as the Mid-Wilshire crew. Tamara and Lucy my heart. And that Tim is so happy having movie nights with Tamara around. Just give us more domestic Chenford in S7 please. Oh Aaron. Absolute cutie. Whyyyyy. Damn right he's picking his BFF over Metro. Lucy making spreadsheets for her friend is just too adorable. Just, how. Okay but from what we've seen of patrol on this show, they're always at the worst situations and they're always the ones saving the day. So Pine can talk all she wants but Metro ain't all that. Tamara and Lucy pleeeease stop being so cute never stop. But also Chenford babies yeeeees. 5x15 Angela Freaking Lopez. Our queen. Hey, Monica. Fuck off. Oh come on, Aaron is not unknown enough to be pulling that. I love this show and the documentaries don't exist in the wider universe, but Aaron himself they would 100% recognise. But I also love seeing Lucy and Aaron being awesome together so I'll live. This show is too good at introducing temporary characters who seem 100% sus but are just...normal and never seen again. Ah Lucy looks so badass on ops like this. I don't like that it's put down to Aaron that the whole thing failed though. I mean, he should've been paying more attention but still. You couldn't find anyone else to blame, show? Lucy's disappointed face. Ouch. No-one wants to be on the receiving end of that. :( Annie

[widowbitessting]

Sugar Mommies Pt.15

Right imma apologies for the LONG wait for this part! 😂 I’m still not overly happy with it buuuuut yeah, it’s finally here! The Sugar Mommies Trio! are back!❤️

I’m going to tag everyone like I did yesterday with the Drabble and if anyone’s username isn’t underlined - apparently it doesn’t tag you - I’m gonna remove you so if your username is taken off, let me know and I’ll retag you. Lol me trying to desperately make this tag list work!  

Please let this tag list work!

New upload time is every Sunday at 8pm GMT (London) time! 

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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MJ(11:13): Y/N did you get milk when you went grocery shopping??🤔

MJ(11:13): Cuz I can’t find it…

MJ(11:13): I really need my hot chocolate fix too, Y/N.

MJ(11:14): Y/N????

MJ(11:14): You’re always on your phone, what are you doing???

MJ(11:14): Shit 

MJ(11:14):…you went out to your gals didn’t you…

MJ(11:14): 😳😳

MJ(11:14): God,you’re so horny I love it😋

MJ(11:14): Did you take protection?

MJ(11:15): I’m not ready to be an auntie!

Wanda stops reading when you cover your face with a pillow.

“Shall I continue?” 

God, you can hear her smirking even though you can’t see her. 

“Is murder still illegal here?” You ask, voice slightly muffled. 

Wanda drags the pillow from your face and sticks her bottom lip out in a small pout.

She squishes your face with her fingers and pecks your lips.

“Unfortunately, my sweet.”

“Shame.”

“Shall I continue?” Wanda asks again. 

“Is there more?” 

You don’t know why you’re so shocked. It’s MJ. She once spammed your phone with 50+ messages when you were in the shower at your parents’ house, and she was binge watching Stranger Things.

“There’s a lot more, baby.”

You exhale loudly through your nose.

“Please say yes, I kinda want to see how she ends these texts.”

“She’s actually so embarrassing.”

“Pleeeease?” Wanda shoots you with her best puppy dog eyes and you give in almost immediately.

“Go on then.”

“Yes!” Wanda looks back at your phone, “where was I?”

MJ(11:15): I’d be an amazing auntie wouldn’t I?

MJ(11:15): Yknow, if you actually reply to me, I’ll slap you.

MJ(11:15): After your women do of course…😏

MJ(11:15): you’d think I’d stop texting you by now…buuuut nope! 

MJ(11:16): What’re the chances your ladies will kill me if I interrupt you again?

“Quite high.” Wanda mutters. “Luckily you were too…occupied…this time.”

 Wanda winks at you and you blush.

MJ(11:17): Anyways, hope you have fun! If you’re hoarse when you come home then I know why!

MJ(11:17): last thing I promise, did you get that milk or not…?

Wanda looks at you, eyes dipping down to where you’re holding the bed sheet to your bare chest.

“Her last text says she’s locked herself out again. Does your friend do this often or just when you’re with us?” 

You can’t help but laugh when Wanda tells you this.

“She’s locked out again?” 

“She is.” Wanda hands you your phone. “See?”

There it is, encased in a dark grey bubble, MJ’s iMessage. 

MJ(11:18): Sooo I was rushing out and didn’t grab my keys…any chance you’re nearly done screaming over there?

“Not to be rude…but is your friend an idiot?” 

You shrug. 

“She’s just…MJ…very forgetful MJ…” 

“Hasn’t she got a boyfriend?” 

“Peter? Yeah.” 

“Does she have keys to his place?” Wanda asks. 

You nod with pursed lips. 

“They’re with the keys she locked in the apartment aren't they?” 

“They are. I actually think they’re on a hook by the door to be more specific.”

Wanda lets out a laugh and grabs your phone back. 

When you see her begin to type back to MJ, you dive forward with a startled noise.

“What are you doing?” 

Wanda moves effortlessly away from you, stepping off the bed in one swift move and you can do nothing but follow her. 

You hastily wrap the sheet tighter around your body, giggling after Wanda. 

“I’m just giving her some advice.” Wanda says, moving your phone out of reach. 

Once she finishes typing, Wanda shows you what she’s written and waits patiently for you to read it.

“Go get a hot chocolate and meet up with Peter for a while. Y/N will be back much later - Wanda.”

“Am I okay to send it?”

“I’ll do you one better…” 

You press send yourself and smile up at the other woman. She grins down at you, puts your phone on aeroplane mode so MJ can’t disturb you again and tosses it blindly onto the bed.

“Now…where were we?” 

Wanda’s hands grip your wrists firmly and she pulls slightly so that the sheet droops slightly. 

“Y’know, I’m really having a hard time sharing you with MJ. Especially when you’re wearing that.”

You’d swallow if you had any moisture left in your mouth. 

“Oh yeah?” 

She nods. 

The taller woman leans down and captures your lips with her own; kissing you possessively. 

She suddenly pulls you flush against her, tearing your hands from where they’re keeping what little modesty you have, so that the sheet falls freely away.

Leaving you standing in their bedroom naked. 

Whilst kissing a very clothed, and very turned on, Wanda. 

She moves to your neck quickly, teeth finding home in your skin, marking you up with little to no care. 

She nips a little too hard, causing you to hiss as you’re backed up blindly. 

And when you’re about to buckle down onto the mattress, Wanda’s hands lift you effortlessly before chucking you onto the bed. 

Watching wordlessly as you bounce a couple of times.

Before she practically jumps on the bed, towering over you with a smile. 

Wanda pecks you before moving to kiss down your chest - lavishing at your nipples until they become small peaks. 

When your hips buckle, Wanda drags herself lower, her spit glistening on your skin as she settles herself between your legs. 

“I was gutted I didn’t get a taste before.” Wanda mutters. She licks you greedily and moans as your taste fills her mouth. “Now you’re all mine.” 

And fuck, your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

She doesn’t relent once she has you, arms locking around your thighs to keep you where she wanted.

Her tongue moves at an almost inhuman speed against you, wet noises gushing from you.

When Wanda shifts her arms from you, you whine at the loss of contact. 

It’s only for a small moment however; as seconds later, with a devious grin and wink up at you, Wanda slips two fingers into your clenching hole, and when you feel her teeth graze your clit, a small scream escapes you. 

Your eyes flutter shut as you can feel the coil in your belly tightening again.

Your hands grip onto Wanda’s hair.

“Gonna cum already for me, kotenok?”

“Uh huh.” 

You shamelessly grind your hips up to meet her face. 

“That’s my girl.”

“Faster.” You all but plead. 

Wanda’s fingers curl inside you as she quickens her pace, switching from sucking on your clit to rubbing it with her free hand. 

“I wanted you to ride my face,” Wanda says as she moves herself closer to your face before kissing you soundly. “But I was just too eager to fuck you, baby girl. Maybe next time.”

“S-sure!” 

You continue to moan as Wanda’s fingers fuck you qucker, moving in such a rhythem that has you squelching around her. 

When she stops abruptly, your eyes are quick to look at her. 

She smiles smugly down at you as she removes her glistening fingers to suck them into her mouth. 

Wanda moans at your taste.

“Your turn.”

You open your mouth as Wanda slides her two fingers into your mouth. 

You’re quick to suck on them, tasting the small residue of yourself still on her. 

“That’s a good girl. Get them nice and wet for me, detka.” Wanda is hypnotised by the way you suck on her fingers. “Not that you need it, you’re so fucking wet for me.”

When she pushes back into you, two fingers automatically curl, she doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up until you’re shaking under her. 

She kisses you as you let out an incoherent steam of words, hands cupping her face as you close in on your high. 

“That’s it.” Wanda pecks your nose. “Cum for me.”

The coil in your belly snaps.

You let out a silent cry as your orgasm hits you, body shuddering under her. 

She lets you ride it out before withdrawing her fingers from you, kissing you soundly.

“You okay, detka?” she asks, settling beside you.

You can’t figure out how to form words anymore so you can only nod at her. 

“Good girl.” She sucks on your fingers again, enjoying your taste. “I’ve got one question to ask you though.” 

“Oh?” 

“Think you can cum again for me?” 

You stare at her, slightly dumbfounded. 

“I - I…maybe?” 

Wanda grins. 

She settles more comfortably on her back and brushes her hair out of her face. 

“Hop on, baby girl.” 

“What?” 

“You heard me. I want you to ride my face. C’mere.” 

When you don’t move, Wanda raises an eyebrow. 

“Do not make me ask again. Come here.” 

You rise on shaky legs and slowly mouth her face; where Wanda wastes no time. 

She pulls you down roughly against her face, lips enclosing around your pussy. 

In hindsight, you’re wondering if you should be ashamed of how quickly Wanda made you cum like that, her mouth and tongue working wonders against you. 

It takes you under 60 seconds until your release is leaking down Wanda’s chin and you’re being nudged back onto the bed, panting. 

“You taste amazing.” Wanda murmurs, gathering your excess juices on her finger before licking them clean. “I think I’m hooked.” 

“I think I’m hooked, Wanda.” You let out a shaky laugh. “Is it bad that I can't feel my legs?”

Wanda lets out a laugh, watching as you look around the bedroom. 

“Is it bad that I’ve just noticed Carol and Nat aren’t here…?” 

Wanda snorts and taps your nose. 

“I’m sure their gigantic egos will be able to cope.” 

“Where are they?” 

“Business called.” Wanda glances at your bare chest. “They’re on a Zoom in the office.” 

“Weren’t you needed?” You ask. 

“Trying to get rid of me?” 

You snort out a laugh. 

“Shut up.” 

Wanda hums and leans down to peck your lips. 

“I could have gone but I wouldn't have done much.” Wanda replies. “Besides, there’s a beautiful girl in our bed; what better excuse is there?” 

Your eyes widen.

“You didn’t tell your boss that, did you?” 

Her fingers trace down the length of your jaw.

“So what if I did?” She asks. “In fact, we all told the bosses the same thing…” 

“What?” 

“Relax, detka; we’re the bosses. It’s our company.” 

You’re shocked but then you can’t really say you’re surprised. Everything just makes sense. 

“Of course you are.” 

Wanda can’t stop smiling.

“They’ll be finished soon enough. Then we’ll all get ready and go out; as long as you’re able to walk that is.” 

“Oh! We’re still going out?” 

“Of course...we don’t intend to keep you trapped in our bed.” Wanda replies, “unless you want to be...” 

You playfully shove her with a laugh.

“Where are we going?” You ask.

Wanda shrugs.

“Don’t know.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“I’m actually not. Carol and Nat won’t tell me either. Apparently I’m a walking spoiler. Or whatever that means.”

This time it’s your turn to tap her nose. 

“That is hilariously cute.” You say. “Do you really not know where we’re going?” 

“Nope. They don’t tell me about gifts either because I can’t keep them a secret.” 

You stretch and let out a loud groan. 

“What time are we going again?” You ask. 

“1. You’ve got about an hour until we need to go.” 

You pause to think before saying,

“I have two requests…” 

“Go on,” Wanda replies, interested. 

“Am I okay to have a shower before we go? I smell of…sex…” 

“Of course, kotenok.” she grins. “What is your next request?” 

“Can you carry me? I think my legs have turned to jelly.” 

❤️💋❤️💋

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[storiesofsvu]

Not So Blind Date

Warnings: Language, talk of medical stuff. Alex Cabot x f!reader Covers the “blind date” square on thatesqcrush ‘s Vday Bingo

As you finished up giving your patient a summary of how their surgery went, you gave them a warm smile, flipping the chart closed and tucking it under your arm before ducking out of the doorway. A voice (and connected body) jumped right into step with you causing you to jolt.

“Hey!”

“Jesus Zoey! Where did you even come from?” The younger nurse ignored your question, continuing on with her enslaght of words.

“What’re you doing on Valentine’s Day?” Reaching the nurses station you flipped open the chart, noting down a couple of other things while you replied.

“Like any self respecting single surgeon…I put in to be on call.”

“Okay, well that’s stupid. I’ve got a much better plan.”

“If you’re going to try and drag me ice skating it is friends off.” You cocked a brow, stilling your pen as you turned towards her. She laughed, knowing you meant well with your threat.

“No. A dinner date, I made a reservation at Oceans at eight.”

“Last time I checked you didn’t speak the vagina monologues.” You murmured, turning back to your chart.

“Not for us!” She laughed, “a blind date.”

“You want me…to go on a blind date…set up by you…on Valentines Day?”

“Please?” She shot you her best puppy dog eyes.

“What’s her name?”

“Can’t tell you.”

“What does she do?”

“Can’t tell you. It’s a blind date!”

You let out an exasperated sigh, placing a hand on your hip while you leant against the counter.

“Is she at least in my age range? How do you know her?”

“Yes! She’s a friend of my cousin’s, I met her at a Christmas party last year. She’s super nice, really pretty, really smart.”

“You’re sure she’s single and”-

“Part of the alphabet mafia? Yes and yes?”

“The what?”

“It’s a tik tok thing, I think? But yeah she’s gay. Pleeeease?” Pursing your lips together you pondered over it,

“Give me one good reason I should go on this date.”

“Aside from potentially meeting the love of your life?” You shot her a glare and she bailed, “there’s a hundred dollar credit on your bill.”

“Fine.”

“Yay!!!!!!” She squealed, “the reservations under Delac! Eight p.m, don’t be late!” She turned quickly from the counter and you called after her,

“You’re lucky you’re my favourite scrub nurse!”

Only a loud giggle was heard as she darted around the corner and you huffed out a breath, quickly jotting down the information in your phone so you wouldn’t forget.

*

And that was how you ended up pacing up to Oceans shortly after eight that Friday evening. You were barely a minute or two late, you’d started to internally panic over choices of clothing. It had been ages since you’d gone out on a date, you lived in a mix of scrubs and business casual at the hospital, depending on whether you were in surgery or not. Then you panicked over colour schemes considering it was Valentine’s before you said fuck it and grabbed your go to maroon sleeveless dress with a ruched skirt on one side.

Making up for lost time you jogged up the steps, glad to see there wasn’t too much of a crowd around the hostess stand, although, it was a later hour, most couples were probably already finished dinner. You gave the last name and party number to the hostess, saying you were meeting someone and she smiled, saying your guest had arrived a few minutes before you did. Slightly holding your breath you followed her through the restaurant and around the corner where she stopped in front of your table. The blonde caught the movement, glacing up with a curious look on her face, your eyes met briefly, her head tilted as your brow scrunched and the two of you instantly burst out laughing.

“Alex?” You managed through a laugh to nod to the poor hostess that you were fine, giving her as much of a thanks as you could between laughter.

“Y/n what the hell?” She laughed, standing from the table to pull you into a quick hug as you pecked each other’s cheeks before settling in at the table.

“I..is this some weird kind of set up by Zoey? I wouldn’t put it past her.”

“Who?” She asked, confused as ever.

“My scrub nurse, she’s Alison’s cousin, she said you met over Christmas?”

“Oh….the little brunette with way too much energy for her own good?”

“That would be the one.” You laughed, “I’ve never met Alison though…”

“I honestly think they didn’t realize we knew each other…”

In actuality, you and Alex had both attended Harvard at the same time, you studying medicine while she studied law. You’d met through mutual friends, over a couple of parties, or attended the weird mandatory classes for both degrees that really made no real sense to your end goal. You’d been friends ever since, both relocating to New York shortly after graduation as you made your way up the ladders of your respective careers. You’d kept in touch every so often, trying to meet for lunch or drinks at least once a month, that was of course, until Alex showed up in your OR with a gun shot to the shoulder. She’d always appreciated that she’d had a familiar face with her when the agents came to whisk her away, it made it seem somewhat less surreal, brought her back down to earth while she was still pretty hyped on on pain meds.

It wasn’t long before a server came over, you picked out a bottle of wine and a few appetizers to start with before you launched back into conversation, catching up on the years since you’d last seen each other.

“How long have you been back?” You asked, figuring it was an easy starting point.

“Almost three years.” Alex sighed, “I would’ve called, but…it felt weird to google you to get your number.” You laughed,

“It’s okay. I’m just glad I knew you weren’t dead.”

“I mean that would’ve made for an entertaining blind date.” She teased, pulling a laugh from you.

“Most definitely.” You smiled over a sip of wine, “you head back to SVU, or did you end up somewhere different?”

“No, an opening came up once I was ready to come back to the city, I’ve been a bit in and out, sharing it with a couple other prosecutors. It’s a big of a huge mess right now anyways.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen a lot of fresh faces around the hospital, haven’t seen Stabler in months.”

“Mmm” Alex hummed, swallowing back some Pinot, “forced into retirement.”

“Honestly, can’t say I’m surprised.”

The blonde laughed at the half smirk on your face. The chosen appetizers (shrimp cocktail, a bowl of edamame, a dynamite roll) found their way to the table shortly. You both picked over the food as the conversation flowed as if it hadn’t been years since you’d last seen each other. You were happy that the evening was going so smoothly, it helped that it was an old friend instead of a stranger, though dare you say, there was much more of a hint of flirtation than your previous lunches.

After splitting the filet mignon and free range chicken (with the added bonus sides of lobster Mac & cheese and Parmesan truffle fries…gotta use that full tab credit after all) you made sure the wine was drained before settling the bill.

Making your way out into the streets of Manhattan neither of you wanted the night to end, picking up some hot chocolate from a nearby stall before strolling through the park. Your little flirtations continued on, Alex shivered, using the excuse to link her arm through yours, tucking your bodies closer together. When you reached W85th you sighed lightly, turning to face her, knowing you’d have to split directions for the subway now.

“I had a really good time tonight.” You smiled, “it was amazing to see you again.”

“Same.” She replied, her lips curving up, “Can I ask you something?” You nodded, “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in grabbing dinner again next week?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“And what if this time it’s not a blind date…but an actual date.”

“That…sounds like a wonderful idea.” Alex’s cheeks flushed at the sparkle in your eye when you answered, “now can I ask you something?”

“Course.”

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

She uncharacteristically let out a small giggle, ducking her gaze from yours but nodded heavily. You chuckled softly, unearthing your hand from your coat pocket to cup her cheek as your lips met hers gently. A soft and tender kiss, lips curving up in smiles at the feeling of friendship morphing into more. You reminded yourself to say a very happy thank you to Zoey, as it turned out, unexpected not-so-blind dates could turn out to be the greatest thing to come from Valentines Day.

[lilithbasically]

PITA

Pt. 9

*Minors DNI*

(Bakugo x Reader)

Warnings: Vanilla sex doesn't exist in my head so: spanking, quirk play, degradation, praise, oral (f receiving; don't worry, he'll have his turn later), fingering

This'll be a little different from the rest because I won't be doing Bakugo's POV for this chapter. So, it'll have a mix of Bakugo and reader reactions and feelings and whatnot.

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As soon as Bakugo crossed the threshold of your bedroom, clothes were being ripped off, thrown to god knows where, and you were dropped onto your bed.

"Katsuki...please..."

"I've got you baby. Just let me take care of you, yeah?"

Ripping your panties off, he settled between your legs on his stomach and pulled your thighs over his shoulders to admire his view. Trying to pull your knees together to shield you from his eyes, Bakugo growled and kept them open.

"This is mine...don't fuckin hide from me, baby. You're beautiful."

"Katsuki...s'embarrassing...don't stare...," you murmured.

"How the fuck am I supposed to not stare, Y/N?" He asks, removing your legs to plant a kiss on your collarbone, "How am I supposed to ignore," kissing between your breasts, "how absolutely fucking gorgeous," a kiss to your hips, "you are?" Finally, pulling your legs back over his shoulders, he landed a kiss against your clit.

"Fuck, Katsukiiiii, please...I need you..."

"Y/N...you can't be saying my name like that...I'm trying to be good here, baby..."

Before you could say anything else, Bakugo started giving little kitten licks to your clit while inserting a finger into your core, making your back arch and moans fly out of your mouth.

"Fuck, Katsuki..."

Pushing a second finger into you, his mouth still focusing on your clit, he struggled to keep his composure. His dick was straining painfully against his boxers and just the sight of you was enough to set him off but he was absolutely determined to make you fall apart before he even considered his own desires. Because just like with everything else, Bakugo had to be the best.

"Goddamn, baby...please fuckin cum so I can fuck you...fuckin hell..."

"Oh god, Katsuki...fuuuuhuuuckkkk...daddy, please...please don't stop...oh god...," your hips jerking, coaxing him to give you more.

"Whatcha need, babygirl?"

"Ahh...you, daddy. Please I need you...wanna cum...fucking pleeeease...," you whined.

As soon as his lips surrounded your clit and he curled his fingers up, you fell over the edge; a moaning, writhing mess. His name falling from your lips like a prayer and he couldn't have been more in love with how you sounded.

Reluctantly pulling his mouth away, he sat back to let you catch your breath. You just tasted so fuckin good...he could keep his face buried in you for hours, and definitely fucking would at some point. When he thought about the greater reward waiting to happen though, he felt his impossibly hard cock grow even harder and twitch in anticipation.

Crawling up to hover over you, he planted sloppy, open-mouthed kisses from your shoulder, up your neck, across your jaw, and finally met your lips with his. "You good, baby?"

Still panting and coming down, all you could think about was Katsuki's dick stretching and filling you. Unable to form words, you meet his gaze and give him a small nod.

Breathing a small chuckle, he reached his hand up to tuck stray hairs behind your ear, "Sorry, baby. You need to use your words for daddy."

Licking your lips, you finally find the ability to speak, "I'm perfect, Katsuki. Please...please fuck me..."

"Fuck, Y/N...," he breathed.

Lining up with your dripping core, Bakugo starts to slowly slide into you. He knows he's big so he tried to take his time even though his body was screaming at him to just fucking impale you. When you rock your hips up into him, any minuscule semblance of restraint he had was gone. Slamming his hips against you, he sheathed his length into you in one fluid motion.

You couldn't help it. He'd built you up so fucking much and you needed to feel him so bad that when the tip of his dick rubbed all the spots that made your vision blur, and his thickness stretched you so deliciously, you came. Eyes rolling back, teeth biting into your bottom lip, a strangled moan escaping your throat, you came and you came fucking hard.

"Fuck, baby...did...did you just cum?"

Panting and rolling your hips up into his, you whined, "Couldn't stop it, daddy...m'sorry..."

"Holy fuckin hell, baby," Katsuki groaned as he grabbed your hips pulling out of your heat excruciatingly slow just to slam right back in. Lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders, he set a brutal, cervix bruising pace.

"Fuck, baby...fuck...," he groaned, your moans and pleas fueling his desire, "need'ta be deeper...need'ta fill you...fuck, Y/N."

Stopping only to flip you to your stomach, he pulled your hips up, lifting your ass in the air. Activating his quirk letting a few small explosions light up, he landed a sharp slap against the curve of your ass, eliciting a sinful moan from the lips of the woman he was so madly fucking in love with.

Lining up, he leaned over your back to press a kiss between your shoulder blades. Bringing his lips to your ear, Bakugo asked, "Are you gonna be daddy's good little slut and let me fuck you stupid?"

"Fuck yes, daddy. Whatever you want...please...," you pleaded.

A satisfied groan left Bakugo's lips as he thrust into you, forcing your back into a formidable arch, you felt his balls slapping against your clit, bringing you dangerously close to another orgasm. You could barely register his words but still managed to whimper about how deep he was...how big he was.

"Goddamn, baby...need you to cum again. Please, cum for me...need to feel you milk my cock, babygirl. Let go...daddy's got ya...fuck you feel so good. Wanna fill you, baby...fill you up with my cum...wanna see it drip from your perfect little cunt."

"Katsukiiiii, please fill me. Please, oh fuck, oh god, I can't- I need..."

"Let go, Y/N...I'm right here, I've got you..."

Trailing a hand from your hips around to lay gentle circles over your clit, Bakugo leaned forward to bring his lips right behind your ear to whisper, "Be a good girl and cum."

On command, you felt chills break over your skin, the dam breaking, welcoming in the euphoria that was named Bakugo Katsuki, "Fuuuuuuuuck, daddyyyy..."

As soon as he felt your walls squeeze around him, he painted them with thick, white ropes of cum. Breathing heavy, he smoothed his hand up through the valley of your breasts to pull you up by your throat and hold your back against his chest. Wrapping his other arm around your waist, he turned your head to swallow your dying moans with his kisses as he kept deep, slow thrusts, fucking his cum into you. Because as much as he wanted to fuck you stupid, he wanted to show you just how much he loved you even more.

Both of you finally coming down from your highs, he pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling out of you to pull you down to the bed with him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. You laid there for a while, Bakugo rubbing nonsensical patterns into your arm and back, you doing the same to his chest, listening to each other breathing.

Bakugo cleared his throat and chuckled, pulling you closer to him he said, "Huh...I guess you did end up calling me daddy after all."

Smacking him on the chest you giggled, "Ohhhh my god you're never gonna let me live that down, are you?"

"Oh no fuckin way, PITA. That's one of my favorite memories. Your face was so damn red," he laughed.

"It's not my fault you were sculpted by the gods, okay? Geez."

Lifting his arm from under you, he propped himself up on his elbow to look at you. His signature smirk plastered on his face, "You wanna get cleaned up and get some dinner with me?"

Just as you opened your mouth to agree, someone knocked at your front door.

"Were you expecting someone?" Bakugo asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nu uh, maybe it's Layla. I haven't talked to her since yesterday so she may have gotten worried about me..."

His scowl grew deeper, brows furrowing, "Worried about what, baby? Being with me?"

Worry and something akin to fear flashing through his eyes, you felt your heart squeeze in your chest, "Oh god no. Um, this may be a conversation better had over--," you started to explain until an unwelcome and familiar voice sounded through the door.

"Angellllll...I know you're in there..."

Bakugo felt your entire body go rigid, saw your eyes gloss over, heard your breath go shaky before you choked out, "That. That right there is why I thought Layla might be worried."

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[mypoisonedvine]

Pearl Necklace | Lee Bodecker x reader

(sort of an epilogue to the wrong idea, but once again, you don’t really need to read the series to know what’s going on.  in fact, if you read the series but didn’t read any of the epilogue blurbs I did for that then this is gonna be just as random lol)

summary: your husband has a special present to give you this christmas.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: smut!! (oral m receiving), slapping, a touch of degradation, some housewife kink, discussions of breeding kink, but also some fluff in there first!!

“Santa!” Beatrice and Penny cheered in unison as they tackled Lee dressed in costume.  You had been afraid they would recognize him at first; now you were slightly worried what it meant that they didn’t notice it was their own father behind the fake white beard.

Lee was fully into his character, though, ‘ho ho ho’-ing as he set down his bag of presents to sit down and let the girls jump into his lap on the couch.  

“Did you come all the way from the North Pole?” Beatrice asked curiously, while Penny immediately became distracted by the shiny silver belt buckle resting at his stomach.

“Yes I did,” Lee answered, “just to see you.”  He accented the last word by tapping Beatrice on the nose with his gloved finger, who blushed and giggled.  “You’ve been a good girl this year,” he explained, “which means I have a very important question to ask you: what do you want for Christmas, little miss?”

“I want another sister!” she announced firmly.  Lee had put a little bit of your rouge on (because Santa has rosy cheeks and all), but his cheeks were naturally reddening now.

“You’ll, uh, have to ask your mother about that,” he decided as he cleared his throat.

“Pleeeease Santa?” Beatrice whined.  “It’s what Penny wants too!”

“Is that so?” Lee stammered, turning to Penny who nodded.

“Pwease, Mister Santa?” she concurred.  “We wan’ another sister to pway wif…”

“You two are conspiring with each other now, is that it?  You’re both asking for only one thing?”

They nodded in unison and Lee’s gaze drifted to you.  

“Is that not the sort of thing elves can make at the North Pole?” you asked him with a smirk.

“Not exactly,” he chuckled.  He addressed the girls again, who were waiting impatiently for an answer to their request.  “I’ll see what I can do,” he offered, “but how about you two open the presents I brought you for now instead.”

“Fank you Mister Santa!” Penny beamed, giving him a little hug before crawling to the floor and rifling through the bag of wrapped boxes he’d brought for them.

//

With the girls finally put to bed, you were surprised to see Lee still partially in costume— the beard was gone as he nursed a beer, but he still had on the big red coat and pants, and most noticeably, the hat.

“Girls are asleep,” you informed him as you circled the couch.  He only nodded and patted his knee; you obliged as you dutifully sat on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist, smiling up at you.  You could recognize that glimmer in his eyes from a mile away.  “Have I been a good girl this year?” you asked quietly.   

“Yes,” he whispered, “you’re my perfect girl— such a sweet, obedient little wife, hm?”

You fiddled with the buckle at his waist for a moment, chewing your lip.  “I try to be.”

He just looked up at you silently, moving his tongue inside his cheek like he did when he was thinking about something.  

“Are we gonna give Penny and Bea what they asked for?” you broke the silence, trying to keep your voice neutral though you felt your eyebrow raise of its own accord.

“You know we are,” he grinned.  “We can start tryin’ tomorrow— right now I have another present to give you.”

“What is it?”

“Why don’t we go to the bedroom and I’ll show you?” he offered.

You were trying not to get too excited as he followed you to the bedroom, shutting the door behind the both of you and pulling you into his arms.

“Lee,” you sighed as he started to kiss your neck, making your hands clench and tug at the fuzzy red coat of his costume.  He knew exactly the spot that made your head fall back and your lip catch between your teeth, smiling against your skin as you melted into his embrace so easily.

“Gonna give you your present now, pretty girl,” he whispered against your skin.  “Don’t you think every good wife deserves a pearl necklace?”

“Lee, you’ve already given me three different pearl necklaces,” you remembered as you gestured to your jewelry box.

“Dumb little baby,” he chuckled, making your cheeks burn with embarrassment.  “You’re too innocent for your own good sometimes, princess.  Not that kind of pearl necklace.”

“Wh-what kind do you mean?”

“I mean the kind where I cover those perfect tits of yours in my come.”

You swallowed thickly, your thighs clenching together.  “Oh.”

He only had to look at you now for you to know what he wanted.  You’d memorized his ‘bend over the counter’ look, his ‘hands and knees on the bed’ look, his ‘spread your legs so daddy can get a taste’ look.  You even knew the way his voice changed when he called you from work— a.k.a. the ‘be naked and ready when I get home’ voice.  Every glance was like an instruction, and you knew the stakes if you didn’t follow his instructions: the dreaded ‘I’ll take you on my knee and spank you until you can’t sit for a week’ look.

This, right now, was the ‘choke on my cock’ look.

“You make a very handsome Santa,” you informed him as you lowered to your knees.

“Ya think so?” he pressed.  “You don’t mind that I really can shake my belly like a bowl full’a jelly?”

You giggled at his reference to the old rhyme, shaking your head.  “No, I don’t mind that.”  You made sure he believed you by planting a few kisses on his stomach on your way down.  

The thick velvet of the costume still wasn’t enough to conceal the shape of Lee’s hard cock underneath, making you salivate a bit as you licked your lips and reached under to grab the thick shaft.  Pulling it out, you found the head red and swollen, leaking a drop of precum which you savored as you swiped your tongue over his length.  He smiled down at you, brushing a bit of hair away from your face before gripping it near the scalp, not quite pulling yet but definitely encouraging you to take him into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned as you closed your lips and sucked, swirling your tongue around the skin, “my good little wife, always getting on her knees for me… take it a little deeper, honey.”

Doing as he’d asked, you felt the tip hit the back of your throat and used your hand to cover the rest.  He groaned a little, his head falling back, and you wanted to smile with pride in yourself but suppressed it since this was hard to do while smiling.  You were getting quite aroused already, unsatiated pleasure burning between your legs and making your back arch slightly.  

He moaned again, a little louder, and you repeated the motion that made him react so strongly.  It worked, and his hips bucked forward into your throat, his hand holding you steady by your hair so you couldn’t pull back.

“You like when I fuck your face, huh, princess?  Like daddy using your pretty little mouth?”

You moaned around him in lieu of a more articulate response, making him move a little more erratically.

“Stroke it faster, baby, I’m already gettin’ close,” he hissed, and you moved your hand over his length furiously along with twisting slightly as the wrist.  “Fuuuuck,” he sighed, “just like that, you’re so fuckin’ perfect, sweetpea.”

You reached down with your free hand to rub yourself through your panties, desperate for some friction on your clit which throbbed and begged for attention, but Lee instantly noticed and slapped your cheek, making you whine.

“Keep your hands where I can see ‘em,” he commanded, using his ‘Sheriff voice’ which only made your need greater as you moaned around him again.  He laughed at your desperation, slapping your face a few more times for good measure before suddenly pulling out and stroking his own cock.  “Open that dress, show me those pretty tits.”

You hastily unbuttoned the front of your dress, biting on your lip as you saw his cock was stained pink from your lipstick.  He always told you that was the best sign of a job well-done.  The second your dress was open you were pushing it off your shoulders, nearly ripping your bra as you popped it open and tossed it aside.  He groaned when your tits bounced free, and you noticed how hard your nipples were already even when they hadn’t been touched at all.

“‘M close,” he grunted, stroking his cock faster as you licked your lips, sighing as you remembered how incredible that cock felt when it was stretching you open and filling you up.  You didn’t get to see him come that often, usually you just felt it, and you always loved how it felt so it was a shame to miss out this time.

“Don’t look so sad, pretty girl, I know you want all this come inside you, don’t you?”  He chuckled condescendingly when you nodded.  “Well don’t worry, princess, tomorrow I’m gonna knock you up so good you’re gonna forget every word that isn’t ‘yes’ and ‘daddy’.”

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered.

“Just like that,” he praised.  “Fuck, I’m close— ready for your present, baby?”

“Please, daddy,” you begged, moaning as his come shot in spurts onto your chest.  His face was so gorgeous when he came: flushed red, biting down on his lip, eyes half-lidded and staring right at you as he covered you in his seed.  You felt so dirty as he did it to you, but you loved it— so much, in fact, that you bit down on your lip to keep from getting too loud at the sensation of his hot come painting your tits.

He kept stroking until every drop was on you, sighing as he let go of his softening cock.  “Fuck,” he groaned, “you always look good in the presents I give you.”

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

One Word Prompt: Fish

Title: Scaled and Icy

Pairing: Platonic, familial Logince

Summary: “Oh, Virgil is going to hate him. He’s going to erupt in a rant about Logan being too impulsive as if Logan doesn't think out every action in a methodical manner.” Or. Logan decides to adopt an abandoned human child. 

Word-Count: 1k

Warnings: Dubious Morally Grey Logan, Merfolk But They’re Like Fae!, Presumed Child Abandonment, Slightly Unreliable Narrator, Transformation, Emotional Manipulation, Mentioned Cannibalism (Kinda), Angst With a Kinda Happy Ending, Don’t Worry Roman’s fine, Probably, It’s Dark Fairytale Vibes Okay

Here, have another eldritch logan adopts a child au! 

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"You're like a fish!" The human child crows, his brown eyes alit with both wonder and joy. He couldn't be much older than three, possibly four. Which is all the more concerning, really, for where is his parents?

Logan blinks. "Not entirely but yes, I do share similar characteristics to them."

"Fish, fishy, fish-man!" The child declares, pudgy fingers reaching to touch Logan's bioluminescent blue scales.

"A-aahah--" Logan begins, moving slightly back, "Please refrain from touching people without asking their permission first."

He tilts his head, golden brown locks falling over his eyes. "Pleeeease can I?"

"Of course, thank you for asking."

The human child's face brightens at this. He reaches again, this time delicately touching Logan's scales with care.

"Whoa," The human child breathes in, "It'ssocool."

He then draws the hand away, resting it against the sandy shore. "My name is Roman and I wanna be a prince! What's your name?"

"You may call me Logic," Logan smiles, showing a slip of his sharp needle-like teeth. There's several rows of them unlike a human’s set of teeth.

This terrifies most humans, but not Roman who possesses the boundless courage of childhood. He leans closer, face scrunching up.

"Logic's a silly name." He declares.

Logan laughs, "Well good thing it's not my true name."

"It's a pretend name? Like make-believe?"

"Essentially, yes. You shouldn't give names away, they have power."

Roman doesn't seem to heed Logan's words, instead protesting, "Well, then, I wanna be Prince Romanul-us-ulus--Romulus then!"

Logan lets out a low, crooning noise, one generally meant to console young merlings. He never expected himself to so enchanted with a child, let alone a human one. Yet the instinctual parental drive is stronger than he thought.

"Well, Roman, would you like to be a prince?" Oh, Virgil is going to hate him. He’s going to erupt in a rant about Logan being too impulsive as if Logan doesn't think out every action in a methodical manner.

"Well, yeah!" Because Roman needs someone to look after him. His parents are clearly not doing a great job of it. He could've gotten swept up in the waves and died if not for Logan.

"Take my hand, come with me then, Roman." This is something the Ocean surely wills. She offered Roman to Logan and he must honor that.

"Okay!" Roman says, eagerly taking Logan's webbed hand.

And it's all Logan needs to pull the child underneath the water, wrapping his arms tightly before Roman can squirm away. Oh, how the child thrashes, his human instincts kicking in and trying to get him to go towards the surface.

It's alright though, it won't last long. Logan sings, thanking the Ocean for Roman. He won't beg for the Ocean to be merciful because the Ocean is not merciful. The Ocean will either let Roman live or She won't. It's something humans seem to fail to understand, time and time again, as they try their hardest to thwart Her will with their contraptions.

Soon Roman's thrashes go weak and the child is limp, heavy in his arms. Logan hums, rocking the child gently back and forth. His grin widens at the slits forming on the child's neck, acting as the opening for gills.

It's the only warning he receives as Roman's eyes reopen, a fiery red hue, as a piercing wail escapes his lips. The child’s soft, rounded baby teeth fall out as little rows of new merling teeth replace them. Still not full-grown teeth, but better at tearing through raw fish than a human’s dull teeth ever could.

"I know, I know," Logan croons, stroking his golden brown locks, "It'll be over soon."

Roman is not the first human Logan has seen the Ocean take as Her own. Virgil was one of the first Logan witnessed. He’d fallen overboard off a human ship, too young to know how to swim. Logan’s pod circled around his sinking figure, tails whipping with fervent excitement.

“He’s an offering from the Ocean,” Logan’s father had whispered to him, “Either he’s meant to become one of the Ocean’s children or he’ll perish and we’ll feast on his flesh.”

Virgil survived, snapping and clicking with the ferocity of a bullshark. Logan has an inkling Roman will be the same as his wails become more of a hissing, shrill noise. 

His ears has elongated, tipped with small winged fins. Similar fins appear on the backside of his elbows and Logan suspects on his back as well. The most important part, of course, is when the human’s pair of tails conjoin together to become one. This is where many prove their unworthiness to be one of the Ocean’s own. They perish, a mockery of what a Mer should be; malformed and incomplete, a disgrace to the Ocean.

“Shhh, shhh, Roman, let the Ocean accept you as one of Her own, don’t fight it,” Logan continues crooning, adjusting his grip so he is only holding onto the upper half of Roman’s body. The sliver of Roman’s soul that is still human tries to use this to kick at Logan, to dislodge his grasp. 

But this is hard when the tails become stiff, rigid as they become one, shimmering as ruby scales overtake soft flesh. The outerwear humans are fond of wearing tears, ripping to shreds as its unable to handle Roman’s growing unified tail. The tail itself almost makes up his original height but not quite. Roman’s tail twitches once, then several times.

“Rather an odd sensation for you I imagine, hmm?” Logan comments, tracing the edge of Roman’s finned ear fondly. Oh thank the Ocean, he never thought he’d be happy to have a child of his own until this moment.

Roman opens his eyes again, a good proper glowing red hue. “F-fishyman--Logic?”

“Yes?”

“I--I’m a fish too?”

“No, Roman, you’re not a fish. You’re like me--you’re one of the Ocean’s children now.”

“O-ooh. But why? It hurt so much!” Roman pouts, tail lashing angrily.

“That’s simply how it is, little prince,” Logan hums.

“Well, I don’t like it! Can I change back? I wanna see my mom and dad.”

“Now, Roman, you can’t do that. Your parents left you, they weren’t watching you like they should and now I will take care of you. You want to be a prince now, don’t you, Roman? Roman, you will be a prince and you’ll be so excited you’ll forget those humans ever existed, alright?”

Foolish, foolish humans. They really should’ve taught their child about the importance of names. That’s alright, Logan will teach Roman now and keep him safe.

“I do wanna be a prince, I’m going to be a prince, right?” Roman murmurs, yawning. The process of becoming one of the Ocean’s own is a tiring one. He snuggles closer to Logan, curling his tail around Logan. Something Mer instinctively do, to ensure they won’t drift away from their loved ones when they fall asleep. Logan smiles at this.

“Yes of course,” Logan soothes, “You’ll be my little prince and I won’t ever let any harm come to you.” 

[fernisworm]

Lycan!Karl Heisenberg x Reader Headcanons (Pt3)

[an;

I haven’t posted in a while so I thought I’d upload this since it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while LMAO

(PSA: I touch on some of these HC’s in previous posts)

some more Lycan!Karl brainrot for the soul amirite 😎😎

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🎕 You can find Pt 1 here! (& Pt 2 here!)

❀ Characters: Lycan!Karl Heisenberg x (Gender Neutral!) Reader

❀ Warnings: N/A

✿ You can find all my stories here!

✿ My requests guide is here! (And you can place a request here!)

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🌟 Karl can actually understand the lycans almost perfectly, and funnily enough, they seem to understand basic English too

🌟 “ *assorted lycan growling and barking* “

🌟 “What? No, you aren’t all sleeping in the factory! I don’t care how cold it is outside, fur-for-brains!”

🌟 anyway, they all slept in the factory 

🌟 Karl actually regards most of the lycans in a familial way and likes to take care of them in any small way he can

🌟 He even went as far as to reinforce the Stronghold for them to keep it warmer in the winter 

🌟 While the lycans have names, they aren’t human names

🌟 It’s kind of hard to translate “grrrgrg BARK BARK BARK grgrgrgrg AWOOOO” into English

🌟 So instead Karl has various nicknames for the lycans, such as; fur-face, fur-for-brains, fur-freaks, etc. (Just to highlight the extent of his creativity)

🌟 You actually get along quite well with the lycans 

🌟 Heisenberg is very protective of you, however

🌟 He doesn’t mind you interacting with the lycans but is always sure to keep a watchful eye on the situation

🌟 One time he actually got really jealous because you were giving a lycan more attention than him (which really wasn’t that much more, all things considered)

🌟 The following night he disappeared for a while and you heard loud snarling, barking and the like from outside the factory

🌟 Karl returned later looking rather pleased with himself

🌟 The lycans avoided you for nearly an entire month before you got Karl to confess that he had threatened all of them to stay away from you “or else”

🌟 You made him apologise and scolded him for being worried over such a thing

🌟 He blamed it on his wolf blood (being territorial and overprotective) but you knew better and that he was just a big whiny man-baby

🌟 Tying into my point from before; surprisingly, the lycans prefer the Stronghold over the factory itself and you guessed it had to do with the factory being too overwhelming for them (similarly to how it worked up Karl sometimes)

🌟 But every now and again it might get particularly cold and frosty and the lycans will ask Karl if he can let them into the factory for a while

🌟 Usually he says no, but you always try to convince him otherwise

🌟 “But Karl, it’s so cold outside! Pleeeease can you let them inside??? Just for the night!!! 🥺😢🙏🙏“

🌟 “(Y/n), if I keep caving to every request they ask of me they’re going to think I’m going soft!! I cannot have that, I am a very mean and tough alpha wolf!! >:(”

🌟 “ *you proceed to smooch Karl on the cheek* “

🌟 “...ⁱ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ⁱ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ʷʰᵃᵗᵉᵛᵉʳ ⁱᵈᶜ”

🌟 It’s fair to say that you’re usually able to convince him to open the factory up to them

🌟 The lycans are often restricted to the lower levels, but they don’t mind since that’s where it’s the warmest anyway

🌟 When they do end up staying in the factory for a bit Karl makes sure to lock away the Soldats and Haulers 

🌟 (mostly to stop the lycans from coming into harm’s way, but also because overall the lycans are probably a better defence system than Karl’s experiments lmao)

🌟 One of the biggest things you’ve had to help Karl work on is his ability to control his own emotions

🌟 Prior to you living in the factory with him he used to be very destructive, transforming on every whim he got without really trying to fight his werewolf blood

🌟 When you first moved in, and you didn’t know anything about Karl’s lycan side, it made things very difficult for him since he was so used to wolfing-out whenever he felt the need to

🌟 His complacency with random transformations actually caused him to wolf-out several times during meetings

🌟 You weren’t present for any of them but when he recalled the memories you could tell they were somewhat embarrassing for him

🌟 He told you that times like those were when Mother Miranda’s true disgust was on full display

🌟 Karl always insisted that he didn’t give a fuck about anything she said, but you knew it still affected him sometimes

🌟 After all, Mother Miranda was the only parental figure that he’d had in his life in a very long time. How could her words not have some affect on him?

🌟 It became a lot easier for Karl after he told you he was part lycan, but prior to that there were some very close calls

🌟 He would disappear randomly, and for varying amounts of time without an explanation

🌟 One time you nearly caught him wolfing out so he had to lock the door and find a way to the bottom levels of the factory so he could sneak out without you seeing him

🌟 Of course all of this was made ten times harder by the fact he was in werewolf form by that point

🌟 Heisenberg decided you had to know about his lycan side when you started blaming yourself for him acting out

🌟 He knew he wasn’t perfect, not in any capacity, but god forbid you blame any of that on yourself

🌟 He was relieved that his confessed seemed to disperse almost all of your worries

🌟 Due to your combined efforts, and some realistic practice on volunteers such as Lady Dimitrescu, Karl has a far better grip on his werewolf transformations

🌟 Even around full moons he finds himself able to calm his emotions and stop himself from wolfing out

🌟 Karl (along with all the other lords) are so very grateful for everything you’ve done to help him

🌟 But Heisenberg insists he’ll kill you if you ever tell a soul that he’s helping Moreau control his own unpredictable transformations

🌟 “Aren’t you just the sweetest big brother omg 🥺🥺“

🌟 “SHUT UP I WILL LITERALLY KILL YOU IF THIS GETS OUT”

🌟 Whenever Karl wolfs-out (or just transforms in general tbh) all his clothes get torn to smithereens, so you have to do your best to persuade Donna to make him some more

🌟 Especially now since he was literally down to his last set of clothes

🌟 But you can imagine she was still quite angry at Heisenberg for literally breaking into her house and gnawing on Angie like a chew-toy

🌟 But since she was the only seamstress in town you had to try an appease her in someway

🌟 It didn’t help that Karl had recently dug up her garden

🌟 Like what the fuck Karl we need Donna to like us you freak-show

🌟 Either way Karl was always running out of clothes, and fast

🌟 He had a small plethora of sewing knowledge, from years of patching up his own clothes, but that wouldn’t nearly be enough to fix the ribbons-worth of material he had left

🌟 Anyway you made Karl apologise to Donna and (especially) Angie 

🌟 “I’m... sorry.”

🌟 “For...?”

🌟 “For being way too epic for you losers to handle hehehe 😎😎”

🌟 You slapped him behind the head and made him apologise again- properly this time

🌟 Donna (begrudgingly) decided to help out and make Karl some new clothes

🌟 Despite being an absolute menace, he was still her brother

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑫𝒂𝒅! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑪𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑲𝒊𝒅𝒔

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong smiled proudly as he finished putting on the top coat on his daughter's tiny finger nails. Blowing on them softly, he admired his work of painting on a cute array of different glittery red and blue designs on each nail.

"Oh you already look so pretty my darling. Now let's finish up your hair."

Going behind her, he began to brush her hair, making sure not to pull too hard, not wanting accidentally hurt her.

"You know darling, daddy once had his hair those colors." He told her as he watched her admire her tiny painted nails.

The little girl, whipped her head around, an incredulous look on her face as she looked at her father's natural hair color.

"Don't worry. There was a time mommy didn't believe me when she saw my natural hair color."

His hands skillfully managed to make her hair into a ponytail and he fastly secured it with a a red scrunchie.

"Speaking of mommy, we're going to pick her up from work and then go out as a family to the park. What do you say?"

The girl immediately nodded, clapping her hands cautiously, not wanting to mess up her still drying nails. Picking her up, Hongjoong placed her on his arm and kissed her forehead.

"You're such a little cutie. You get that from your mommy...."

Holding up his finger to his lips, he continued:

"Don't tell her though. Remember she doesn't like being called cute."

He made her pinky promise not to say anything.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa had just finished helping your son brush his teeth and tucked him into bed. Kissing him goodnight, he made his way back into your room.

"Seonghwa?" You called out for him.

"Tell me love." He answered as he got into bed with you, his arm instantly pulling you against him.

"Do you think he's ready? Sleeping on his own from now on?" You asked him, full of worry.

Chuckling, he kissed the top of your head.

"Baby he's already 4 years old. I think it's perfectly fine for him to sleep in a room of his own."

You nodded softly, still unsure about it.

"Darling, his room is right next to ours and you saw how crazy and excited he was with picking out his bed and decorations. I think even he was anxious to move out of mommy and daddy's room." He teased you.

You huffed softly. "I miss my tiny baby."

"Oh how will you hold up when he goes to college?"

Right at that moment, a tiny head peeked into the room.

"Mommy." Your son cried out, his tiny legs running over and crawling up the bed and onto your lap.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" You asked.

"I wanna sleep here." He answered as he began making his way in between you two, getting under the covers and smiling at you two.

Seonghwa looked at you, about to say no but failing the moment he saw you pouting your lips. He looked back down at your son who had a similar puppy look on his tiny face.

Seonghwa had to admit defeat at his two babies ganging up on him.

"I guess one more night won't hurt. "

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Even though his hands were already full with the two baby carriages, Yunho somehow still managed to open the door for you.

"I made sure the house would be clean and spotless for when you all got here."

Your hands covered your mouth as you saw the big "Welcome home" banner that Yunho had put up the day before.

"Oh my god." You exclaimed.

"Oh. Wait til you see the nursery. And I want you two to see it as well."

Leading the way, Yunho and you walked down the hall and stopped in front of the room you had originally picked out to be the nursery. Although you had both started decorating it, you never got to fully finish it after you got further along in the pregnancy. And Yunho really wanted it to be a surprise for you and the twins you were carrying.

"Close your eyes." He told you.

You did as he asked and waited patiently for his next instructions. Putting the carriers down for a second, Yunho opened the door and quickly brought the babies inside.

"Now you can look."

You gasped as you took in the beautiful pink nursery. The two cribs had the girl's respective names carved into them so it'd be easier to tell them apart. The walls were decorated with flowers and butterflies, and the diaper station was already installed in the corner. It made you tear up how much work he put into it.

"Oh my God Yunho....thank you so much." You sobbed.

"No.....thank you for giving me not one, but two blessings." He pecked your lips.

Turning back to the babies, he picked them up in his hands.

"All right, now how about we figure out who goes in which bed cause I'm already confused."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang calmly stirred the baby food before looking at the baby in front of him.

"Ok sweetheart time to eat. So....open up."

Yeosang held up a spoonful of the food, but his 5 month old son simply looked away towards where Seonghwa was standing.

"Hey no no no. Don't look at Uncle Seonghwa, look at me, look at daddy. Look at daddy's hand! He has food!"

Yeosang swirled the spoon around, mimicking airplane noises as he held up the spoon right in front of the baby's face. Still his son made no initiative to eat it.

"Pleeeease eat the food! Your mom will be so mad if she finds out I couldn't feed you." Yeosang was now whining and sulking at this point.

Rolling his eyes, Seonghwa went over and snatched the spoon away from him.

"You're doing this all wrong Yeosang. Watch and learn."

Taking Yeosang's place, Seonghwa cooed at the baby, holding up the spoon again.

"Mam-ma?" Seonghwa did his infamous aegyo.

Yeosang was about to say something, but then he saw his son giggle and happily accept the food. Yeosang's arms dropped to his sides.

"Seriously? He listens to you but not me? I'm his father!" Yeosang complained.

"You'll learn in time Yeosang. I'm already on baby number three while you're on your first. Give yourself time. You'll soon learn how easy it is."

He gave the utensils back to Yeosang so he could finish. Sighing softly, Yeosang attempted it

"Mam-ma?" He was embarrased but elated when he finally got to feed his son himself.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San had a huge smile plastered on his face. He was holding his 6 year old son's hand, the little toddler happily skipping about, sometimes landing big jumps that caused San to almost let go of him.

"Somebody is excited." You chuckled as you adjusted your 1.5 year old daughter on your arms.

"Of course he's excited. It's his first day of school. He's going to make a lot of friends and he's going to make us proud. Right buddy?"

The little boy nodded and almost ran off when he finally caught sight of the entrance to the school. San however was faster and caught him.

"Ok ok slow down bud. First things first."

Setting him down, he began opening his backpack.

"Do you have all your school books and utensils?"

San began to check that they didn't forget anything he would need. Satisfied that he had everything, San kissed his forehead.

"Say bye to mommy and your baby sister."

You put the girl down so she could give her older brother a kiss on the cheek, which he made a cringing face at but still accepted. Then he went over and kissed your cheek, saying a goodbye before sauntering off to class. You and San just looked at him, feeling somewhat nostalgic. Your thoughts were interrupted when your daughter let out a squeal and tried to run after her brother.

"Oh no way missy! You don't get to leave me for another 4 years......maybe 40." San giggled as he picked her up.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"27, 28, 29, 30! Ok! Ready or not here I come!"

Running down the hall, Mingi began his quest of finding out where his daughter was hiding at. He first checked under all the beds, knowing she would usually fit her tiny body underneath them.

"Ahh I see you're getting more clever now."

Chuckling, he went to the bathroom, sneaking in very quietly.

"Gotcha! Oh wait no." Mingi felt flustered when he didn't see two large eyes looking back at him when he pulled back the curtain.

"Seriously, where can that girl be?" He asked as he went back to the kitchen to search.

Puzzlement soon turned to panic as Mingi couldn't find her anywhere. He began running frantically all over the place, searching every corner and shelf, but still there was no trace of his little girl.

"Haha...ok princess you win..... so please come out now....." He called out, unable to mask the worry in his voice.

But the girl didn't respond and now he was freaking out.

"Oh my God! I lost my own daughter! What will I tell Y/N?! She's gonna kill me! I'm a horrible father! Sweetheart where are you?!"

He was on the verge of crying when he saw some shuffling coming from one of the curtains. Mingi walked over there and pulled the curtain back, relieved and shocked to find his daughter laying on the huge window sill, hugging her bunny plush, sleeping soundly. Mingi let out a sigh of relief.

"God what a scare you gave me." He said as he picked her up and carried her back to her room.

Gently, he layed down on his bed, his arms holding her against him. He smiled at her tiny sleeping figure.

"Oh look. You pout in your sleep just like your mom. Never noticed that."

Kissing her nose, he decided to take a nap alongside her as well, exhausted from the terrifying moment he just went through.

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung definitely wasn't having the best time of his life as he peeled the diaper open.

"Ew ew ew ew." Wooyoung looked away, not wanting to see the mess caused by his 3 month old son.

You however stood behind him, watching him and trying to direct him, although right now you were merely rolling your eyes at how dramatic he was being.

Wooyoung took a quick glance and groaned.

"Why are babies so gross?"

You smacked him on the head for that.

"You wanted a baby? Well now you have to learn to take care of him. I go back to work in one month and I sure as hell aren't leaving my kid in your care if you're not ready." You told him.

"Ok fine! Geez. Just don't pressure me. I'm new at this."

Wooyoung struggled to get the diaper off and rolled up to throw away, but once he did, it seemed he got passed the hard part. You then proceeded to show him how to wipe the baby's bottom and the importance of using the cream the doctor prescribed to prevent diaper rash or any infection. Wooyoung seemed to be doing fine, all he had left to do now was put on a clean diaper.

"AAAAHHHH!"

Wooyoung screeched loudly when your son decided it would be a fun idea to pee at that moment, landing right on Wooyoung's chest. You bursted out laughing, literally doubling over and slapping your knee.

"Oh my God! That was so funny!" You exclaimed.

"What the heck?! Why would you do that?! Attack your own father like that?!"

Grabbing the diaper, he handed it to you.

"Take care of your son."

"He's your son too Woo." You reminded him.

"He's only my son when he's a little angel and is well behaved. Right now, he's strictly yours."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

"All right. Now here's what you're going to do. You're just going to kick that ball into that net as hard as you can."

Getting into position, Jongho waited for his son to kick the ball. The boy ran as fast as he could and kicked the ball, but not hard enough so it was easy for Jongho to catch it.

"Good job buddy! Just a little bit more."

Tossing the ball back, he once again got into a goalie position, watching in amusement as his son tried once again to kick it into the net but failed as it didn't even reach anywhere near it, the boy getting a little sad.

"It's ok. Don't worry about it. You'll get the hang of it soon." Jongho assured him.

"Daddy I want to try!" His sister, who up to now had been helping you prepare food, now stood up and ran over, not wanting to be left out.

"Ok baby girl, give it a try." He tossed the ball to her, which she surprisingly caught rather easily.

"What can you sissy little girl do?" Your son taunted her.

"Put a stick on it." She stuck her tongue out at him, which you quickly chastised her for.

The little girl surprised everyone when she kicked the ball so hard and fast that even Jongho couldn't block it, it just flew past him. Jongho was so surprised and soon he was happy.

"That's my little girl! Daddy's girl!" He shouted as he ran over to her and began parading her around the soccer field, already planning on having her take soccer lessons.

Your son on the other hand, stomped all the way back to where you were, huffing slightly. You hugged him.

"Don't worry. You know you'll always be mommy's boy."

Gifs not mine. Credit goes to their respective owners

[ricerice]

Ｇｅｎｓｈｉｎ：　Ｍａｆｉａ　ＡＵ 2　ャ翁温

YA GIRL PULLED THE KAZOO! Lauren bullied me into doing it, and now I have no primogems (that, and I also got c1 Mona :_)). Oh well, time to whale!

May all Kazuha wanters be Kazuha havers! If you don’t have Venti, he is so useful. He and Geo Traveller just helped me skip through the entire level 80 ascension quest.

Kazuha will also be added to the harem of Tumblr, if you wanted to know! Normally, I wouldn’t do a character I don’t know much about, but I fell in love with the pretty wind boy pt.3.

Credit: Jessica

Warnings: mafia behavior

Word count: 1028

“So that’s what happened.” [Name] told her friend, Venti, who was sitting next to her in a cafe. She had her head buried in her arms.

Venti licked the spoon of his sorbet. “I don’t see why you’re so upset over this. Seems to me like you’ll just eat food, make sure a few people don’t get murdered, murder a few people…”

[Name] lifted her head to glare half-heartedly at her friend. “Easy for you to say, you ditched your responsibilities a long time ago.”

“Ehe.” Venti chuckled.

Venti was part of the mafia before but quit due to him wanting to pursue a different career. At least, that’s what he told everyone. [Name] knew better. He quit because he was a lazy bum. Nonetheless, Venti had many connections and knew just about everybody, so he wasn’t completely for moral support.

However, that didn’t change the fact that sometimes [Name] felt like clonking him on the head. Like one time, when he was drunk and sung her an entire love song, and didn’t even bother denying it the next morning.

“Oh, that?” he had said. “Still, it cannot fully express your beauty.”

[Name] really did clonk him on the head for that.

“If you’re that worried,” Venti’s voice interrupted [Name]’s thoughts. “I can get in touch with an old friend of mine in the Liyue mafia. He’s a bit of an old man, but he’ll make sure everything runs smoothly.”

“Really?” [Name] said skeptically.

“Yes, of course!” Venti said with a chuckle. “It won’t be difficult.”

[Name] was still a little unconvinced about this, but she nodded her head anyway and gave Venti a pat on the head as payment. Not that she doubted Venti, but true allies, ones that stuck with you even after your mafia times, were few and far in between.

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“Albedooooo.” [Name] draped herself over him, sighing dramatically. Albedo himself was seated in front of his computer, typing away.

“Yes?” Albedo said, quietly a little pleased that she was openly expressing affection.

“I’m bored.”

“I’m well aware,” Albedo hummed. “You’ve already said that four times.”

“Doooo something about it.” [Name] whined. She peered at his screen, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“Did Venti make you drink? This is very uncharacteristic of you.” Albedo remarked.

“No.” [Name] huffed. “This is what boredom does to you.”

Right now, it was around eight in the evening. [Name] and Albedo had just finished dinner, and Albedo was working (like the workaholic he is), and [Name] was lying on his bed like a starfish, motionless. That is, of course, until she came over to bother him.

“What were you doing before?” Albedo questioned. “You seemed quite content just lying there.”

“I was trying to think of nicknames for you.” [Name] said shamelessly. “Do you even know how difficult it is to find a nickname for ‘Albedo’?”

“And how were the results?”

“Yeah, I got nothing.” [Name] said.

“You may ask Kaeya for his opinion.” Albedo said smoothly. “I remember him conducting a similar experiment not long ago.”

“Kaeya?” [Name] asked, “You’re close with him?”

“Mmm.” Albedo said, his voice noncommittal. “We’ve spoken a few times.”

Before [Name] could ask more, the door to Albedo’s room slammed open. In came a crashing little girl in red, holding a big backpack in her arms.

“‘bedoooo! Are you almost finished? I wanna play with Miss [Name]! And I want fish!”

This was Klee, Albedo’s adopted sister. Actually, it was Albedo that was adopted, but they looked so similar it was difficult to tell. Klee was not a part of the mafia. Albedo had considered adding her in due to her talent for making bombs but [Name] talked him back to his senses every time.

“She’s a child, Albedo!” [Name] yelled at him. “You can’t possibly be thinking of making her join the mafia!”

“She’ll be safer!” Albedo shot back. “I just don’t want her to be in danger.”

“Danger?” [Name] scoffed. “What do you think we do all day, play cards? The world of the mafia is guns, violence, death, and you want to bring a little girl into it?!”

“WHAT CAN I POSSIBLY DO?” Albedo screamed.

Albedo took a deep breath, sinking to his ankles. In all [Name]’s years of knowing him, she had never seen him look so hopeless. “I… I know what the mafia is like. But despite that... how can I keep her safe if I barely even know where she is half the time?” he choked.

[Name] crouched down next to him, pulling him to her chest. “She’ll be okay, Albedo.”

Albedo released a shuddering breath, relaxing into her embrace. “I hope so.”

[Name] shook her head, clearing her mind from those memories. “Sorry, Klee, but your brother isn’t finished yet.”

“Aw.” Klee pouted. “Okay…”

[Name] bent down to her level, placing a finger on her lips. “But… If you’re good, I’ll take you to whatever restaurant you like.”

“Really?” Klee said happily. “Any place I want?”

“Yes.” [Name] giggled. “But you have to keep this a secret. You know your brother doesn’t like you eating out too often!”

“Yayyy!” Klee cheered, running out the room. “Fish!”

Unbeknownst to [Name], Albedo was watching her with a fond smile. Even more than his research, Albedo treasured his sister, and seeing Klee and [Name] getting along so well filled him with a beautiful warmth.

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“[Name]! Can we have fried fish, pleeeease?” Klee begged [Name].

[Name] gave her a pat on the head. “I don’t see why not.”

“Yay!” Klee said. “Come on, Miss [Name]! Let’s go!”

“Yes, yes, I’m coming.” [Name] laughed. As she walked with Klee to the restaurant that she wanted, [Name] made eye contact with a man with orange hair and wearing a wine red shirt. When she made eye contact, she could have sworn she saw him smirk. He raised his hand in a ‘come here’ motion, and when [Name] looked for him again, he disappeared into the crowd.

[Name] spent had a great time with Klee (and Albedo, once he got out of his room), but still, her mind wandered back to the orange hair.

‘That couldn’t be… right?’

Notice that everyone in the mafia calls [Name] Lady [Name], even respected figures like Jean and Diluc. Wonder why that is 🤔.

[lemonpeter]

Tempting and Teasing

Based off of this post by @im-a-goner-foryou I hope everyone enjoys 💕 this was so much fun to write

Warnings: parent/teacher relationship, age difference, mild daddy kink, smut, top Tony, bottom Peter, definitely nff

3.3K words (whoops)

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Peter liked to be in contact with all his student’s parents.

But there were some who didn’t handle the school stuff, so he didn’t really get to know them. One of these was Tony Stark. Father of his favorite student (not that he’d admit to it.) And all he knew about the man was that he was an asshole.

But he’d never actually met him. It was just his reputation. Peter didn’t like to judge but he didn’t have reason to think any different.

Until the open house.

Apparently Morgan’s mom couldn’t attend like she typically did with these events. So there Tony was in all his glory.

He looked like the type of guy that would flirt with your wife in front of you. Snarky, acting all cool and mysterious. He wore thousand dollar sunglasses inside during the evening. That kind of guy. It was like he believed he was still the high school baddie in every teen movie.

It instantly annoyed Peter. He didn’t like phony people. And he didn’t like cocky people. And Tony Stark seemed like the best of both worlds.

Except...when he came to the classroom to talk to Peter about Morgan, he was like a completely different person.

They were alone in the room, so apparently he didn’t feel the need to put on his cool persona. He was sweet and dorky and seemed kinda like the best dad ever.

Morgan showed him around the classroom, proudly presenting her class work from the day to him.

And Tony just listened to her, encouraging her and letting her do whatever she wanted. He sat down in one of the tiny plastic chairs at the desks, clearly uncomfortable. But as soon as Morgan started talking again he was completely in tune with her and everything she was telling him.

Peter just watched in silent awe, smiling a little as he leaned against the counter. Maybe he shouldn’t have judged so quickly. Because Tony Stark was clearly just a big softie that didn’t want to be seen.

When Morgan was done with her presenting, Tony stood back up and walked over to Peter. He cleared his throat, raking a hand through his hair.

The teacher watched the action, biting his lip slightly before catching himself. That was highly inappropriate. He couldn’t help his attraction to a nice silver fox, but he could put off the swooning until later when he was home. Not in front of the man himself.

Tony caught the lip bite but didn’t comment, just smirking a little. “I just wanted to thank you for being such a good teacher to Mo. She never stops talking about you at home. She’s one of the only kids I’ve ever known to want to go to school.” He chuckled. “But I guess that’s all thanks to a wonderful teacher.”

Oh, the compliments instantly made Peter feel all warm and fuzzy, melting from the inside out as he listened. “It’s what I love to do, no need to thank me. And she’s a wonderful kid. Don’t tell the other parents, but she’s the best in the class,” he joked lightly.

A softer, more genuine laugh pulled itself from Tony and Peter could feel himself turning to mush. No, that was not how the night was supposed to go. Not at all. He couldn’t get attached.

“I think she’s pretty okay too,” Tony teased, looking down at the girl and ruffling her hair. “But again. Thank you. Don’t stop doing what you’re doing.”

“I don’t plan on it.” The teacher smiled, watching the father and daughter interact.

Tony picked Morgan up, looking back to the younger man after a moment. “Well, I’ll let you go. I’m sure you have other parents and gremlins to meet with. And I’ve gotta drop this little one off with her mom.” He grinned a little. “I hope I’ll see you again soon.”

And then, Peter could have sworn he dreamed it, the man quickly wet his bottom lip with his tongue as he looked over the teacher. Then he left with a wink and Morgan calling over his shoulder about seeing him tomorrow.

An interaction with a parent was not supposed to leave Peter weak at the knees. It was so inappropriate. He couldn’t have thoughts about Tony that were any more than how good of a dad he was.

But of course, that made Peter wonder how good of a daddy he could be as well.

God, what had he done.

———

Of course, the next day had to be the day that Tony began driving Morgan to school.

Pepper typically did it, and she would continue to, but she needed someone for that morning and Tony jumped at the opportunity to see the pretty teacher again.

He was only human, after all. Weak for pretty young men who were kind. Peter’s sweetness made Tony want to ruin him that much more.

So he drove up to the school in his high dollar car, smirking as he watched other parents gawk and mutter among themselves. He parked to take Morgan inside instead of just doing the car line. Made it sure that he would see her teacher.

He walked her to the classroom, hands tucked in his pockets as he walked.

Peter saw him instantly, breath catching in his throat. “H-hey, Mr. Stark.”

“Just call me Tony, it’s alright,” he told the young man with a slight smirk. He loved how instantly flustered Peter was. “Just wanted to make sure that Mo got where she needed to be. She tends to wander.”

The young man nodded quickly. “Of course. Everyone is just playing outside right now, you’re here a bit early. So.” He leaned down, gently taking Morgan’s bag and hanging it on her designated hook. “You, little miss, can go play with Ms. Stacy’s kids that are here so far and the couple from your class. No running, no rough play, be careful,” he told her, running down the rules quickly.

He could feel Tony’s eyes on him and it made him feel hot all over.

Morgan quickly walked to the open door that led to the playground, not even bothering to wave bye to her dad.

Tony chuckled. “I guess whatever is out there is way more interesting than her old man, huh?”

“Oh, she just loves to play. You can’t take it personally.” Peter laughed softly, brushing a hand through his hair shyly. He was suddenly worried about how he looked. Damn the effect Tony had on him.

The older man smiled a little, nodding. “I guess.”

A moment of silence passed before Peter cleared his throat. “So, uh, I guess you can go now. Since she’s settled in and all.”

“Oh, well, she wasn’t the only reason I came,” Tony said smoothly. “I also just couldn’t help myself from seeing a certain teacher again.”

Peter watched him for a moment, clearly trying to work out what he meant. He had been the valedictorian of his high school class but couldn’t figure out that Tony meant him and not another teacher. “Then I guess you’d better go...find them,” he mumbled, a little disappointed. His eyes dropped to the ground in embarrassment.

Tony snorted a laugh. “Already found him, honey.” He stepped a little closer, watching the man.

“Him? Oh!” The teacher looked back up, meeting Tony’s eyes. “So you- me? You wanted to see me?”

“Of course I did, Mr. Parker,” he teased lightly. “I’m not one to deprive myself of the beauties in life.”

The younger man’s cheeks colored. “I’m not- you’re- oh, shut up.”

Tony was a little taken aback by the comment, but laughed. “What, can’t take a compliment?”

“I don’t appreciate teasing, Mr. Stark.”

“Oh that? That isn’t teasing. That’s genuine compliments. But I can tease if you’d like me to. How much time do you have?”

Peter stared at him, cheeks pink. “Mr. Stark- this is highly-“

“You want me to back off, just tell me and I will,” Tony told him boldly. “Just say the word.”

When Peter didn’t say anything, he smirked. “That’s what I thought.” He stepped forward, moving one hand to possessively cup the other man’s cheek. “You can tell me no at any time, alright?”

Peter knew that wouldn’t be happening.

He leaned up, catching Tony in a quick and hard kiss.

The older man eagerly kissed back, using his free hand to pull the teacher flush against his body.

Peter deepened the kiss, nipping at Tony’s bottom lip until the other man parted his lips with a groan, allowing the younger man to slip his tongue inside.

By the time they broke the kiss they were both panting and half hard, clearly not ready to stop anything they were doing.

“Give me one moment,” Peter whispered with a quick kiss pressed to Tony’s lips.

He walked to and opened the door, ducking his head outside.

“Gwen,” he said quickly.

The other teacher was watching her kids closely, slowly tearing her eyes away to look at Peter. “Yes…?”

“I need you to watch my kids for a little bit. Please. It won’t-” he glanced to Tony. “Well, it probably won’t take too long.”

The woman finally focused on him, then turned her eyes to the other man. She immediately knew what was going on and gave her coworker a disapproving look. “Peter, no. You can’t do that.”

“Pleeeease, Gwen. I’ll buy you lunch if you just watch my class. Twenty minutes tops.”

Tony snorted. “You’re definitely lowballing it a bit,” he mumbled. He shut up when the teacher nudged him.

Gwen sighed heavily, but nodded. “Fine. But just this one time, okay?”

“Of course, don’t even worry.”

He slipped back into the classroom, pulling Tony with him and locking the door.

Before he knew what was going on, he was pressed to the wall and lifted into the air as he yelped. “Tony!”

The older man chuckled, hands gripping the teacher’s thighs in order to hold him up. “Yes, honey?”

“A little warning next time would be nice,” Peter breathed before pulling Tony in for a kiss.

“Ooh, next time,” he said teasingly, instantly kissing back. He pressed his hips to Peter’s, allowing the man to feel how hard he was under his dress slacks.

The younger man hummed, rocking his hips weakly from his difficult position. “Is that all for me, Mr. Stark?”

Tony chuckled against his mouth, trailing kisses from his lips down to the collar of his sweater. “All for you, sweetheart. And yours to choose what to do with.”

Peter moved his hips again, working to try and get friction to his clothed cock. “I need you to fuck me, Tony.”

“See, I knew you could have a dirty mouth on you if you wanted,” he teased, gently nipping at a spot on the man’s neck.

The young man keened, mouth falling open around a quiet moan. “That’s not even half of it, sir. Just need to feel you so badly. I’ve thought about it since I saw you last night. Since you winked at me,” he rambled.

“That’s what got you?” Tony murmured, amused. “You’re so cute. Desperate for my cock just because of a wink.”

“And you- you licked your lips. Looking at me,” Peter recalled. “God, that messed with me.”

Tony slowly set Peter down to work on getting his pants off, listening to him with a hum. “Tell me, Mr. Parker, did you get off thinking about me last night? Did my little bit of interest I showed get you all hot and bothered?”

“Y-yes, sir. I had to get off as soon as I got home.”

“Tell me how you did,” the older man murmured, pushing Peter’s pants and tight briefs off. “Tell me how you took care of yourself.”

Peter’s cheeks flushed darker. “I fingered myself first-“

“How many fingers?”

“Th-three. Had to prep myself for a bigger toy.”

Tony hummed softly, nodding as he slid his hands over the teacher’s hips. “Used a toy on yourself?”

“I did. It’s my favorite, nice and thick. Not too long,” he described. He shivered at the way that Tony touched him, leaning up for another quick kiss.

“That sounds good,” the other man murmured. “So you like thick cocks?”

Peter nodded, cheeks burning as he eyed the bulge in the man’s slacks. “I do. Do you have one for me?”

Tony chuckled, unbuckling his belt and leaving it loose around his hips. “I’ll let you decide that for yourself.”

He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped just enough, getting his cock out of his boxers until it was visible.

And oh, it was even better than Peter had hoped.

Even thicker than his favorite toy, just about as long. He couldn’t wait to feel it inside of him. Tony had a gorgeous cock.

Tony grinned a little as he watched the teacher nearly drool over just the sight of him. “Is this acceptable?”

“More than. Way more than. Please, I need that inside of me,” Peter breathed, his own cock twitching as he watched the man start to stroke himself.

“We haven’t even prepped you yet, honey. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me, Tony, fuck! I just need you,” he whined, hips bucking weakly into the air. “I’ll be fine.”

“Telling me to hurt you,” Tony mused. “That’s dangerous. Dangerous thing to tell me to do.”

“I want it so bad. Please hurt me,” Peter begged, chest rising and falling quickly with each heavy breath. He was so ready for Tony, no matter the discomfort he’d feel later.

The older man chuckled softly, picking Peter up again and pressing his back against the board. “Your wish is my command, honey.”

The teacher marveled at his strength as he used just one arm to hold him up. Then Tony used his free hand to guide his cock to Peter’s hole, pausing after a moment.

Wordlessly, he reached into his back pocket and grabbed a packet of lube that he quickly tore open and drizzled over his cock. “Almost forgot,” he murmured. “Although we both would have remembered quickly.”

Peter stared at him in disbelief for a moment before laughing. “You came prepared. You counted on this happening.”

“I did,” Tony confirmed. “I saw the way you looked at me yesterday. And...well, I was hoping you’d feel the same way as I did.” He grinned. “I just can’t wait sometimes.”

“Obviously.” The teacher laughed softly, hands feeling over the other man’s clothed arms and gripping gently to keep himself steady. And just feeling Tony up was nice too. Blame it on practicality and the sexy muscles he felt were just a bonus. Right. “Are we ready now?”

Tony slid the tip of his cock against Peter’s hole, feeling the tight muscle clench at the movement. “Relax,” he said gently. “Don’t want this to hurt you. Just relax.”

Peter nodded slowly, eyes staying on the man as he wrapped his legs around his waist. “I’m relaxed. Don’t stop, keep going. Please.”

He gasped when the head of Tony’s cock pushed in, the stretch burning slightly but nothing more than he could handle. “Fuck. Yeah, that’s it. Keep going, Tony!”

The older man smiled as he watched him, slowly pressing in until his balls were flush against the teacher’s ass. “Still feeling good?”

Peter’s high moan told him what words couldn’t. The sound told him to keep going. And so did the man’s fingers gently digging into his shoulders out of pleasure. Apparently the lack of preparation only affected him but so much.

So he started moving, hips thrusting forward at an even pace that quickly sped up.

Peter dropped his head back, eyes slipped shut as he groaned in obvious bliss.

The sight of his pale, unblemished neck was welcoming and Tony quickly attached his lips to a spot.

He kissed over the smooth skin at first, gentle in contrast to his harsh thrusts. But then he bit down, just hard enough that he knew there would be bruising later on.

He continued the cycle, kissing sweetly before biting or sucking marks into the teacher’s perfect skin. Peter’s skin had a garden of blooming bruises over his entire neck, more reds and purples showing than the creamy white it originally was.

Each mark pulled a new sound from him, pleasure he didn’t know was possible surging through his body at every dueling sensation.

Tony eventually just rested his lips in the junction of Peter’s shoulder, where his sweater had slipped slightly in their frantic activities. His hips kept up their bruising pace, fucking into the teacher quickly as they both felt their highs approaching.

“Tony,” Peter gasped out, opening his eyes once again to look at the other man. He clenched down hard around the cock inside of him, moaning louder. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. Tony, I’m gonna cum,” he whimpered, breathing hard as his high rapidly got closer.

The only friction to his cock had been the way it had slapped against his stomach with every thrust Tony gave but that combined with the brutal fucking he was on the receiving end of was more than enough to get him to the edge. He felt his balls tightening with every continued movement and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer.

Tony nodded, weakly sucking one more mark onto his neck. “I’m close too,” he murmured, hips not faltering in their actions. “Cum for me, baby, come on. I know you need to, cum for daddy.”

Hearing Tony call himself that name was the last thing Peter needed to send him over the edge.

He cried out as his orgasm hit him, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes at the sheer intensity.

His cock jerked before spurting long ropes of cum in between his and Tony’s bodies. He was vaguely aware that they’d need to clean up but was too lost in his high to truly focus on it.

Tony wasn’t far behind him, thrusts finally stilling as he came. He held Peter close, pressed firmly against the other man as he spilled deep into him.

They came down from their highs together, holding each other more gently than before and working on evening out their breathing.

Peter was the first to speak, words coming out in between soft kisses he pressed to Tony’s jaw. “So this...uh...were you thinking this was like...a one time thing?”

Tony laughed softly, unable to help himself. He was still high on the feeling of everything going on that the event of it never happening again didn’t even occur to him. “No. This was...was way too good to just be once. If that’s alright with you.”

He slowly set the teacher down, softening cock slipping out of him. He grabbed a tissue from Peter’s desk and quickly cleaned himself up and got tucked away in his pants. Then he focused on cleaning up Peter.

As he worked, Peter talked. “I think this was...yes. Amazing.” He laughed a little. “But maybe...not here next time. Maybe my place? Somewhere I won’t get fired?”

Tony chuckled, gently dressing Peter again and nodding. “Somewhere else would be good. Your place, my place. Somewhere,” he agreed.

“Oh, good.”

They managed to get themselves mostly presentable just in time for the starting bell to ring.

Peter unlocked his door and let his students in, whispering a quick thank you to Gwen.

Tony left the building after kissing the teacher quickly, leaving him swooning and giggling. He was put together and smooth, like nothing at all had happened. The only indicator that something happened was the smug smirk on his face.

Peter on the other hand...the teacher looked like he’d been attacked by something. Where he was normally put together and perfect, he was a wreck. Curls wild and sticking up, bruises forming all over his neck, sore and limping, sweater still suspiciously stained (not that the kids would notice.)

But he was thrilled and had a huge smile on his face that wouldn’t leave.

And a certain parent’s number added to a new contact in his phone.